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Cremisi Neve

Currently a MAJOR WiP!

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a character in “Requiem of Reality”, originally authored by Jakuri Serpentia-β, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Cremisi Neve
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”I’ve forgotten everything that once made me, me. My utopia stolen away by Hell, and now, I would rather live somewhere that is real and uncertain than forever be blinded by lies and falsehood. . . . .hmm, that was oddly deep wasn’t it? Aha! Really, I don’t know where that sorta stuff comes from in me. It sounds all philosophical and junk, so not like what I would normally say. Aaaah . . . I want to sleep somewhere comfy soon.”
Theme Song






Basics
”I want to see the world green again, bright and alive with colors! Just like I saw in that person’s memories. . . .”
Name
Cremisi Rosa Neve
Cremisi was given her name by her now AWOL mother and father to represent color and nature. The two of them were an odd sort in the current world, though they did really live in their own fantasy world, they resided in it together and this particular world was unique in that it wasn’t so different from our current world today. They choose a world that imitated reality because it was something they both yearned for. Cremisi’s mother found herself pregnant with her daughter while caught within reality, and wanting to raise a child in world that showed the beauty of what reality could be, she and her significant other forsook Earth only intending for their leave to be temporary till their child grew old enough to understand the difference of reality and fantasy. So, to attempt to set their child out on the right path they gave her a name representative of vibrancy and the splendor of nature.

Nickname(s)
Including who uses the nickname and how they got it. Might as well add if they like it or not.

Role
The Amnesiac Pollyanna and the Psycho Broken Bird.

Age
Sixteen(?)
You see, with the amnesia, Cremisi isn’t really sure how old she is, sixteen is her best guess on the matter. She thinks she looks about that, so she rolls with the age, whether or not it’s right. In current world and state reality has been left in, her age is really one of the least important factors there, as far as she’s concerned.

Gender
Female.

Romantic Interest(s)
N/A
Crem is currently not in love, interested in anyone and can’t remember ever having been interested in someone.

Sexuality
Sapiosexual.
Given the memory loss thing, Crem hasn’t exactly found herself attracted to anyone or thing as far as sexuality goes. But to define which way she rolls there, she’s actually sapiosexual, as in if she became attracted to another person, it would disregard gender or appearance really, it would be purely defined by their mind and personality. She would be attracted to their intellect and persona.

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Appearance
”Quote About Appearance”
Hair
As far as things go, Crem’s hair betrays her mind and regular persona. While she comes off as a bright and cheerful lass, full of vigor and ingenuity, her hair could not be more plain really. It’s just . . . brown. A simple, ordinary sort of brown. She’s a brunette, so there isn’t much more to say there. But as far as other features go for it, Crem keeps her hair of rather usual length, it falls to her shoulder blades and the back is of one length while it is she keeps bangs in the front that are a bit messy, her hair is kept parted a little off to the right side, and her bangs kind of go around with that. They gap around the part and are relatively eye length, but there are some strands here and there that are guilty of just doing what they want. As far as things go, her hair is bluntly cut, straight as can be, and uninteresting.

Eyes
Brown.

Skin
Does he/she have a spray-on tan, or is that years of outside summers showing?

Markings
Tattoos, scars, and the like. Nothing too bizarre, like ‘a hexagonal scar on the back of her left knee’ or something.

Build
Is he/she built like the Hulk or is he/she going to be running from that fight?

Clothes
Is she/he going to be casual or formal? Maybe a certain color he/she refuses to wear? Stuff like that.

Accessories
Does he/she have something always on his/her person? Maybe he/she can’t go two feet without a necklace? Include jewelry/piercings here.

Weapons
Most of them probably won’t have weapons, and will depend on their skills, but you never know. Also mention where he/she keeps the weapon when he/she isn’t using it.

Skills
”Quote About Skills”
Natural Skills
Did he/she have a knack for numbers? Quick fingers? Stuff like that. I’m limiting it to three.

Learned Skills
Can he/she pickpocket? Maybe he/she is a fashion diva? Things like that. I won’t put a limit, but… Come on.

Weaknesses
Is he/she bad at working with others? Can’t fight to save his/her life? Again, no limit, but at least three.

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Mentality
”Quote About Mind/Personality”
Quirks
Not required.

Likes
At least five. Add why he/she likes the certain thing.

Dislikes
At least five. See above.

Fears
At least three. They don’t have to be big.

Personality
Be creative! Are they a fantasy-junky? A reality snob? A mix in-between? None of the above??? At least three paragraphs!

Personal Life
”Quote About Life”
Significant Relationships
Family, boy/girlfriend(s), friends; everyone he/she is very close to.

Family
Mom, Dad, siblings, and the like. Maybe there is a loving grandmother, or maybe he/she is an orphan. Include if they're alive or deceased--if they're deceased, add why.

History
Just what you think might come up/be important. We can always add/edit later on.

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”Quote”

So begins...

Cremisi Neve's Story

Setting

Characters Present

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Micah Volfkin


Blow me down, a blaze!



“There are Shadders… Micah, Nezzy and the sky… is angry…,” Ely said, approaching Micah and Nazzy. Although he felt a slight tension between Nazzy and Ely, he knew that both of them could appreciate each others’ value. Despite their individual uniqueness, both of the girls resembled each to some extent. "You saw them too?" Nazzy questioned, a frown dominating her face, now. "Are you okay then? Did they get to you at all?" She'd begun to grab for girls arms, at which point Micah opted to pop out of the situation to let the girls do girl things.

Micah’s disassociation was erupted with a loud "Library!" The damn strangers! "Books!" The sea-dog scratched his head in dissatisfaction, wishing to avoid the traffic-ridden library at all costs. And the strangers. And the shadders. And the impending storm – a Hurricane, if Micah’s nose was right. For a moment, Micah flipped his heel back to his intended path and began wal – only to be interrupted by the sweet, green-haired girl.

"Do we...want to follow them, perhaps?" Nazzy stumbled to ask. "I mean, maybe, it might be a good idea. Libraries tend to be old buildings--that is, um, they're often foundation pieces to a town and, well, they tend to be built with the intent of lasting through the ages. If anything in this town could hold up against a hurricane, I think that might be our best bet, if--if you all think so too, that is." She'd avoided eye contact the entire time she spoke, gaze downcast to rest squarely on their chins. Micah hated that. He HATED not keeping eye contact. Can’t trust no dog that can’t see ya’ eye to eye. Ain’t got nothing but a knife for your back! But Nazzy wasn’t a dog. She was a girl. A girl! Not just a female, but a young woman yet to reach adulthood. Still in her prime. Micah knew to trust her. Micah trusted her more than he trusted himself.

He hadn’t much time to register her request, however, when a bright flash atop the library took flame. “THAT’S YOUR CUE TO RUN!” the group had heard from the roof of the library. He had less than a moment to react; shadders began swarming from all around the city, he felt it. Nazzy and Ely had seemed to run ahead of him when he heard Lucy’s voice shout “Micah! Get the girls in here!” Micah thought to himself, Dammit, that boy’s voice is gonna get me my guts cut someday.

Micah had blackened out, though he had only to assume that he ran ahead and lead the girls into the Library. As to why and how he now found his feet plainly planted in the middle of a library lobby, he wasn’t sure. The girls were there, including an unfamiliar yet friendly face, and of course Lucy. He offered Lucy a hug, opening his arms and staring at the other boy’s face with despair. Despair? Micah never felt despair. Indeed, sometimes he was the only one in the group that COULDN’T feel despair. Why on Earth had Lucy’s face forced an eruption of emotion and puppy-dog whimpering was beyond Micah.

”Alright, ladies, ‘seems we’re in here for the vespers. We might as well make the best of it. Introductions will have to be made when we have a more established nest, a’ight? Commands were Micah’s only way to cope in stressful situation. It was a characteristic he picked up in his fantasy, back when his crew and his ship were all he had and he had them well. His commands, however, were interrupted when the bright-colored strangers broke through the front door.

He took one look at them, and felt a new, resounding responsibility to an even larger group. A white-haired boy, an azure-haired boy and a pink-haired boy. Not that the hair bothered him at this point. Pink? He was already used to that with Lucy. Blue? Perfect! Reminded Micah of the endless seas. White? Means the boy wasn’t a shadder. All three looked unkempt, tense and not so friendly. At least they were all pretty cute looking. Damn my sea snake in the middle of a storm! Micah said to himself.

Taking a moment to breathe, he motioned for the three new boys to come closer to his growing group of pups. Without waiting for acknowledgement, he shouted loudly, ”We need to find ourselves a room that seems safe from shadders. This room is fine f’r now, but soon the outside will be crawlin’ with the creatures and they’ll see right through this glass. I ain’t lookin’ f’r heroes or martyrs, so we’re not splittin’ up. If you don’t want in, then stay here. But I’m gonna be lookin’ to make a fire, eat something, pass out and kiss somebody. Not exactly in that order. Come with me, we’ll cut through the belly of the beast. If not, have fun playing ‘buccaneer’s bet’ by yourself. Any questions?” With that he waited for questions and then motioned to whoever to follow him.

He went into the closest hallway and started down to find a set of double doors – they were oak, boring and exhausting. He tapped three times, out of habit, and broke them ajar. His knife drawn, Micah breached through the darkness of a large auditorium, possibly once a lecture hall. ”No shadders. Lucy, hand me that-” his words broke, finding himself falling on the floor and blacking out.