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Iris Montgomery

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a character in “Just A Child's Tale”, as played by unicorns.are.real

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⌠ "Not all who wander are lost" ⌡

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FULL NAME
Iris Montgomery
.: A pretty flower :.
.: The Goddess of the rainbow :.


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AGE
26

BIRTHDAY
January 30th | Aquarius; The water bearer


FANTASY
When Iris was little she used to look for fairies at the bottom of her garden hoping to catch one and force it to take her to fairyland. She's grown up from such childish dreams but she's never shaken her belief of forces greater than the ones we can see. She believes that have people can have spiritual connections, everyone can benefit from a little Chakra cleansing, and that Mother Nature is a sacred being that should be respected. Nothing like what she's about to experience though.





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BEST FEATURE
Iris' best feature is her hair. It's short and straight but it is its ever changing color that earns it spot as Iris' best feature. There practically no colors left that her hair hasn't been and she loves changing the color because its fun and just another way to express herself.

IMPERFECTIONS
Iris hates her chin. She think it is a bit of a an ugly chin that doesn't match the rest of her face. Oh and there's the few freckles across her cheeks. She tends to keep then hidden behind makeup. Though the biggest thing Iris would change about herself is her height, she's a shorty and hating it.

GENERALX APPEARANCE
Iris is short, and looks a lot more like her Japanese mother than her American father. Iris has a more athletic body type, one would enver confuse her for the graceful ballerina type with her definite curves and lack of grace. She also has some pretty toned legs thanks to all her bike riding. She's a big fan of embellishing her natural beauty. Whether that be through her numerous piercings, dying her hair or the tattoos sprinkled over her body. In general she's not afraid of the makeup and her general style is whatever she can pick up for cheap at a thrift store decorated with rings and crystal necklaces.





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I N F P; Iris is the 'mediator'. She is an idealistic and an optimist. With an easy-going and passive demeanor most people take Iris for a pushover with not much going on. However she has a certainty in her attitude that everything will always find a way to work itself out. She has a passionate belief in fate an forces beyond what we can see. She's a spiritual person. She doesn't do wrong onto other because she believes in karma, and she doesn't think negative thoughts because they would give her a negative aura. Iris has an unrivaled temperament, absolutely nothing has to power to set her off or disrupt her good faith in the universe. Though Iris more introverted nature, one in which she'd rather curl up with a book than a attend a party, has her often coming off as shy and reserved. Iris is a person who always tackles everything in her life with pure and honest intentions. She holds herself to strong ideals and doesn't let negativity into her life.

Chaotic Good; Iris is chaotic good, because she has a kind heart and a free spirit. Iris has strong principles, but they are her own. She believes everyone has to find their own way in this world, and that fate will guide them on the right track. She has never believed in doing what she is supposed to, only what she feels at her core is right. If a law goes against what she believes she won't follow it. She's been arrested more than a few times for protesting what she believes in. Iris is an activist, deforestation, animal testing, pollution. She's a bleeding heart for social justice. Iris will always trust her own moral compass over any law or person. She's also a good and kind person to the people around her. She's known to have an endless patience for people. Iris chooses to see the good even if no one else can.

Phlegmatic; Iris is phlegmatic because she doesn't like to rock the boat. She believes in peace and harmony and would rather sacrifice her own desires than disrupt it. She would never actively seek out a confrontation and likes to keep people happy. She is someone who is always very aware of the feelings of the people around her and is always consciously making sure not to upset them. She is always supportive of the people around her. Iris always will never break a promise.




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Iris is the type to always stop and smell the flowers. She wouldn't dream of going anywhere without her healing crystals, usually crafted into some form of jewelry. She also always travels by bicycle, she likes the fresh air and it's a clean way to travel. For Iris, her family will always come first. Nothing like a good family meditation session to cleanse her Chakra. Iris loves long meaningless walks to nowhere, because it's never about the destination.
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You ; can list them and have your character speak why they dislike it.
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QUIRKS & HABITS
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STRENGTHS
Strength Explanation
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WEAKNESS
weakness Explanation
weakness Explanation

FEARS
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This is where your history goes, it doesn't have to be very long, but please no one liners.



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FAMILY
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OTHERS
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=> This is not with other characters in the RP, but people who weren't your family that your character knew or had relations with.<=



❖ C R E A T O R ❖
Verix
Modified by Shirogane
Permission to use requested and granted

So begins...

Iris Montgomery's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Iris Montgomery Character Portrait: Ryden Burnham Character Portrait: Leonard Hardwick Character Portrait: Caspian Ozpin Character Portrait: Peter Lukeson Character Portrait: Allison Bonneville
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Holding the book in his hands, Ryden watched his two children from behind pages of Atlas Shrugged. They all were bundled up on his bed, waiting impatiently for their nightly storytelling. It was a ritual of theirs to send them to bed with their minds swimming with good stories. Nightmares don't happen if you dream about being a dragon. Setting the book on the nightstand, Ryden leaned in close to his children. Emelia wore a big grin, hugging onto one of the pillows and kicking her feet.

"Since Alex got an A on his test, he gets to pick what the story is about."

There was a mixture of protests and cheers, his son slamming his fists down onto the mattress as he got to his knees, "One about a hero fighting a monster! The little boy exclaimed, his twin pouting next to him as Ryden began his story. It always felt organic, making up a tale that captivated his children. They were always a good inspiration for his novels. They sat there, listening to him intently, their attention never leaving as he painted worlds around them. As he spoke, Ryden caught Olivia in the doorway, a small smile on his lips.

"I think it's time for bed," He said after a bit, causing the twins to protest. "It's a school night, now go and I'll come tuck you in." As the two kids slid off of the bed and left the room, Ryden got up and walked over to his wife. She smiled and placed a quick kiss against his lips.

"I didn't think I'd be at work so late," She said with a quiet sigh, pulling her hair out of a bun, "What did they have for dinner?" Olivia looked drained as she looked up at Ryden. Bags hid noticeably behind her concealer, her movements sluggish and exhausted from a long shift at the hospital.

"Macaroni and cheese," He chuckled, shrugging at her look of irritation, "I'm no chef, Dear. I ordered take out for you, it's in the fridge. I need to go work on my novel so I'll be in my office."

He gave her a gentle kiss on her temple before leaving the bedroom, his shoulders sagging as he heard her muttering about the liquor he hid in his office. He was getting over his constant addictions but it was always easy for him to fall back. It was a demon, coaxing him with a promise of pleasure and a cure for his depression. It wrapped its black fingers around his eyes and forced him to ignore all he cherished. Sinking into a seat in his office, he eyed the bottle of spirits before grabbing it and pouring a small drink. One drink won't kill me. He thought to himself, taking a sip and grimacing at the burn that slithered its way down his throat.

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Cold water doused Ryden's sleep into a sputtering of curses. Covering his face with his hands, he wiped the water away from his eyes. God, he didn't even want to look up, a pounding against his skull so fierce he thought he was dying. "Get up!" He heard a screech, groaning as the noise made his head feel as if it had been cracked. "I said get up!" The voice boomed again, delivering a hard kick to his side.

"Jesus fuck, give me a minute!" He snapped back, pulling himself into a sitting position before fully opening his eyes. He was greeted with the grimace of an old man, teeth rotted out and dressed in rags. He was sitting in straw, a horse watching the two from its stall. There are no horses in Boston. He thought to himself, gripping at his head. Was he dreaming? What kind of vivid trip was this? Had he relapsed? All these thoughts went through his head simultaneously, the old man yanking him by his shirt.

"Who the fuck 'er you?" He demanded, "Why are you slumberin' with my horses?" The old man asked, a chortle following as he gave Ryden a peculiar look.

Ryden didn't respond, only watching the old man in confusion. "I am terribly sorry, but where am I?" He asked, picking some straw out of his hair. Everything smelled of horse shit, he was now soaked and his skull felt as if it were about to split in half. What the Hell was going on?

"The village of Tiel."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Tiel of Kyrik, boy!" He laughed, the sound turning into a whooping cough, "How much did ya drink to not remember where you are?" Standing up, Ryden felt his heart seize in his throat. He was still in the clothes from last night. The last thing he could remember was drinking a bit while working on his story. "Yer a peculiar looking fellow. You come from across the ocean?"

Shaking his head, Ryden walked out of the barn. He was on a farm, a valley stretching out for miles all around. In the distance was a town, the buildings looking run down and almost primitive. He couldn't help the panic that started to bud in his stomach. He needed to get home to his kids and wife. Hopefully, someone from the town could help him. He started walking towards it, ignoring the geezer as he called for him back. Someone must know what to make of this.