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Acantha Periit

"Sometimes it's better to be alone,at least there's no one there to hurt you."

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a character in “Seeds”, as played by phnx

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« Pain is the only thing telling me I’m still alive.»

⌠Hurt | Nine Inch Nails⌡

Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◆ Nishiki from Donten ni Warau
Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ◆ phnx


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↪FULL NAME↩

⌊ Acantha Periit ⌉
⌊ aˈkan.thə ✦ Thorn ⌉
⌊ peˈri.t ✦ Lost ⌉


↪TITLE(S)↩
⌊ Aka ⌉

↪GENDER↩
⌊ Female ⌉

↪AGE↩
⌊ 21 ⌉

↪SEED↩
⌊ Asphodel ✦ False Seed ✦ Regret ⌉

↪ROLE↩
⌊ The Mute ⌉

↪SEXUALITY↩
⌊ Heterosexual ⌉

↪NATIONALITY↩
⌊ 25% French ✦25% Japanese✦ 50% Greek ⌉




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↪HEIGHT ❖ WEIGHT↩

⌊ 1.68m (5'6")/ 50kg (115 lbs) ⌉

↪HAIR COLOR↩
⌊ Acantha’s once jet black hair is now half white. The shock her body suffered after consuming the seeds was strong enough to turn half of her dark strands silvery white. The wavy curls are cut short with choppy bangs.⌉

↪EYE COLOR↩
⌊ Along with her hair Acantha’s left eye changed colour. The dim gray colour of her eye was replaced by iridescent violet.⌉

↪SKIN TONE↩
⌊ Despite her Greek heritage Acantha’s skin is quite pale. She can’t remember if it has always been that way or did all those years without the Sun make it so. ⌉

↪FACIAL MARKINGS↩
⌊ There are no major blemishes on Acantha’s face except an old scar beneath her right eye. It healed many years ago, now it’s just a pale thin line of raised tissue. ⌉

↪SCARS ❖ BIRTHMARKS ❖ ETC.↩
⌊ There are quite a few scars impairing Aka’s skin but the most noticeable are the ones faintly resembling asphodels spreading from her chest and intertwining around her neck. ⌉

↪GENERAL APPEARANCE↩
⌊ The only characteristic that sets Acantha apart from the crowd is her unusual hair and eyes. Ignoring those features would leave you with an, at least in appearance, completely ordinary young woman. Her height is average, not tall enough to be considered tall yet not short either. Years Aka spent in captivity made her almost sickly thin, she has since gained healthy weight but still appears slender.

Acantha’s facial features are soft and youthful. With a small refined nose and natural beestung lips one could call Aka pretty. But complete contrasts to the rest of her face are her eyes they look far older than a twenty year old’s should. They’re sombre and sorrowful with just a smidge of the spark of life left in them. ⌉


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↪PERSONALITY↩


◆ Adaptable ◆ Observant ◆ Reserved ◆ Distrusting ◆

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⌠ I just feel… empty. ⌡
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⌊ There is a constant battle in Acantha’s mind. Her old self, a girl full of life wanting to see the world and the cold distant self are getting in the way of Aka’s true personality. The enthusiasm of her old self is long gone but the compassion and capacity to love aren’t. Aka has burnt herself trusting others so she forces herself to almost complete isolation, better safe than sorry, right? The way her mind works is a mystery even to Acantha. Usually her walls are up but she still attempts to socialize, even if it’s just listening to others speak. To others she seems like a person who is naturally a loner and is just uncomfortable conversing. This image is exactly what Acantha wants the world to see because just taking a step closer would show everyone just how damaged she is… ⌉


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↪LIKES↩
◊ Silence ◊ ↣ Silence provides escape. Acantha can see the world clearly only when she excludes herself from it in silence.
◊ Sunlight ◊ ↣ Having it denied for so long made her realize just how precious the light and warmth of the Sun are.
◊ Sweets ◊ ↣ There is nothing to say other than Akantha has a sweet tooth.
◊ Flowers ◊ ↣ Despite a flower literally being the thing killing her she can’t help admiring their beauty.


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↪DISLIKES↩
◆Darkness ◆ ↣ The room she was kept was almost unnaturally dark, once she finds herself in darkness those memories start to reawaken.
◆Violence ◆ ↣ Acantha has done and seen too much violence, more than anyone ever should.
◆Her Powers ◆ ↣ The seeds and powers were forced upon her, she hates them.
◆ Showing Emotion ◆ ↣ She sees it as a weakness, bearing your emotions is bearing you intentions and it can only hurt you.


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↪HABITS ❖ QUIRKS↩
◊ Observing ◊ ↣ It may seem a bit creepy but Acantha likes to observe the other outsiders and listen to their conversations but doesn’t participate in them.
◊ Sleepwalking ◊ ↣ It’s not actual sleepwalking, Aka has trouble sleeping so she spends a good part of the night wandering around.
◊ Waking Up Early ◊ ↣ Despite spending most of the night up she’s always the first to wake up.


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↪STRENGTHS↩
◆ Reading People ◆ ↣ After spending most of her time observing people and their habits she can easily tell when most people are lying.
◆ Organized ◆ ↣ Since she can’t always keep her mind organized on the outside she is a perfectionist and keeps everything in perfect order.
◆ Stealth ◆ ↣ With her quietness and being the definition of a wallflower she can be in a room without anyone noticing she’s there.


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↪WEAKNESSES↩
◊ Trust Issues ◊ ↣ Bonding is something Aka finds foreign. She has trouble opening up to others.
◊ Triggers ◊ ↣ There are a tings, certain phrases or actions that send her mind to a dark place.
◊ Self Hate ◊ ↣ Acantha hates her power, her white hair and above all the thing she has become.


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↪FEARS↩
◆ Bonding ◆ One of the reasons for Acantha’s coldness towards others is the fear of not being accepted and thrown away.
◆ Captivity ◆ ↣ Having spent 5 years locked up has traumatized her, Aka fears that going through such a thing again would completely break her.


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↪SECRETS↩
◊ The Past ◊ ↣ None of the Outsiders, except for Odysseus, know who she is or that she was an experiment.


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↪ H E M A T O K I N E S I S↩


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⌠ There are no fun perks and uses in a power with only one goal – to kill.⌡
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⌊ Hematokinesis meaning to control blood is the power Acantha possesses. It’s effects are messy, chaotic and deadly. With her will she can force blood to leave one’s body breaking blood vessel and tissue on its way out. The victims do not die immediately since Aka uses the power on their extremities but soon enough the blood loss gets them. ⌉

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↪POWERXLIMITATIONS↩

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⌠ It hurts me as much as it hurts them. ⌡
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⌊ Acantha can feel the entirety of her victim’s pain, she coughs up blood and suffers agonizing pain. The power can only be used or arms or legs since the closer to the other’s heart she uses it the more pain she feels, strong enough to faint. ⌉

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↪ S W O R D & D A G G E R S ↩

⌊Aka’s weapons are a stolen samurai sword and a pair of daggers, they are used to scare or discourage the attacker since Aka refuses to use them. It has nothing to do with her skill, she is quite skilled in battle, she just doesn’t want to. If her life was in immediate danger Acantha would attack but she swore never to mindlessly use violence again.⌉


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↪BIOGRAPHY↩

⌊ A long time ago a small lively girl lived in the capital. Despite her family’s poorness she was a happy child, always smiling. Her mother, a gentle souled Greek beauty, thought her everything she needed to know from sewing and cooking to singing and dancing. They were provided by the girl’s father, he didn’t earn much but for them it was enough. That idyllic family life seems so far away now, almost like it was somebody else’s, not Acantha’s.

It all started breaking down when Thaleia died, it was so sudden no one could believe she was truly gone. Acantha had just turned 10. Gerener did not take his wife’s death well, with her died all of his hopes and dream. His beloved daughter became a nuisance, nothing but an extra gluttonous mouth to feed. It got to a point where Aka hoped, even prayed that he would come home drunk because then didn’t notice her, didn’t look at her with eyes so full of hate that one would think she is the reason for her mother’s death.

On the night of her 15th birthday Acantha had decided she has lived in suffering long enough, her father got more violent by the day, Aka look more and more like her mother, just one look at her black locks and Thaleia’s dim grey eyes was enough to invoke anger from Gerener. Having collected what little belonging she had Acantha ventured into the night, leaving her childhood home forever.
The slums of the capital were not a safe place for anyone let alone a 15 year old girl without anything but a satchel that contained enough food to last her two maybe three days. The girl managed to get by for a while, wandering aimlessly by the day and sleeping under the stars or sneaking into the taverns. It had started getting colder, winter was almost there and without food in her belly and a roof over her head she would not last. Hearing a rumor the castle’s kitchen’s needs staff she was in front of the build first thing in the morning, not wanting anyone to snatch away such a good opportunity. She was welcomed by a smiling man that promised her a place in the warm kitchens filled with leftovers. The offers had seemed to good the be true, because it was. Aka was knocked out and taken to the depths of the castle.

The next 5 years were filled with more suffering than one could imagine, Acantha had become an experiment. She was kept in complete darkness, starved and forced consume the seeds. After the first consumption Aka wished she was dead her weakened body couldn’t handle the strength of the seeds. She woke up back in her cell, in excruciating pain that spread from her chest to every fibre of her being. It wasn’t until later that she noticed part of her black hair had turned completely white. During the following 5 years Acantha was forced to take more seeds and use them to kill. She needed to get away from reality so her mind blocked all that was happening. She was on auto pilot, wake up, eat, kill, sleep it was then that she stopped talking.

Acantha is now in a better place both in body and mind. She has been a part of The Outsiders for a while now, she still rarely speaks and keeps her distance but she is getting better at living. ⌉


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↪FAMILY ❖ OTHER↩


❖ Father↔ Gerener Periit ↔ 42 ↔ Unknown ❖
❖ Mother ↔ Thaleia Periit ↔ 30 ↔ Deceased❖


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Acantha Periit's Story

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↪If you listen closely you can hear the whispers of the wind.↩
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Aurel couldn't rest or more like something was preventing him from resting. It was only moments ago that Aurel was enveloped in silence, than the peace was quickly invaded by noise. Not noise one could hear with their ears or see with their eyes. No. It was the one you could feel with your gut, an impending noise that if not contained it cold cause much havoc. Maybe it was this that was causing him such disarray, such uneasiness in his mind.

A soft touch, almost like a feather, landed on his nose. In reaction he quickly twitched his noise and he heard a soft laughter. Slowly opening his eyes, Aurel locked his eyes with Aria’s own red orbs. His sharp gaze stared at hers for what seemed forever, but was only a few seconds. He quietly listened to his friend's voice, ”You are right Aria. Something is here. And just not in the clearing, but throughout the forest.” Reaching for his mask, Aurel put it back on. Silence once again returned until he spoke up, yet this time one could no longer see his expressions as the mask restricted their visibility.

He stood up and stared out toward the east, “But….someone has passed my illusions.” Aurel could feel Aria’s gaze on him and he turned to her, his expression soft behind the mask. ”Do not worry, it is just Argo and Rain.”

Aurel spoke cheerfully, though he had left out the small detail that they weren't alone. Though he knew Aria must have felt this as well, so he said nothing. Walking to the edge of the rooftop he swiftly jumped down onto a nearby branch. Once balanced he than preceded to the next and to the next until he had finally reached the bottom. He didn’t even have to glance behind him to see if Aria was there, as he could feel her soft footsteps following him with great ease.

About to exit the village, he paused at the sound of extra movement behind them, “What is wrong?” He saw that some of the villagers stood behind Aria and Aurel with grimaces on their faces. One of them spoke, a tall muscular man by the name of Decim, “Aurel! Why are you leaving the village?! Is something the matter?”

Aurel stared at them for a while before speaking in a calming voice, “Well…it seems Argo has brought back some new friends. So I was- “ Before he could finish Decim interrupted, “If it is new refugees why hasn’t she brought them here? Why has she kept them out of the village, if they are allies?!”

At this question Aurel looked straight at Decim, ”Do you…not believe in Argo or I?” At these words everyone froze saying nothing. A different kind of silence surrounded the area and everyone could feel it.

Quickly Aurel lightened the mood making everything seem as if it had only been a minor issue, “Well! Why don’t you come with us Decim? I would like for you to see our guest, and maybe if they see you they won’t be so uneasy."

Decim could sense the hint of teasing in Aurel’s tone but he only let out a simple sigh, “Of course. If you want me to than I will happily come, Aurel.” With those words Aurel, Aria, and Decim exited the village.

Arriving at the clearing Aurel spotted only one familiar face, which was Argo, quietly walking up to her he noticed that the others had their eyes on him. He lifted a finger to indicate them to stay silent. Standing behind Argo he spoke to her, “Argo you weren't being mean to our guest were you?” He said this in a playful tone as he knew Argo was not one to play around. She was a woman who got the job done without any unneeded attachments. So if that meant the people who she helps doesn’t like her, oh well.

Aurel was now crisscrossed on the ground examining the four new intruders. Was that a harsh word? Well, that was what Aurel thought of them, and he was doubtful he wold change it anytime soon. “Well isn’t this a surprise. When you told me you had some new faces…I didn’t expect them to look so…interseting.” He couldn't help but let out a light laugh at the expressions of the four. But than he stopped and looked at them. The air turning sort of serious.

“Well, to be honest I don’t quite understand all this either. All I know is what Rain has given me. He told me that five people need my help. But…” Glancing around Aurel surveyed the surrounding area, “It seems neither he nor our fifth guest has arrived. Oh well…I guess I can introduce myself in the meantime.”

He stood up with ease and bowed at the four, “Hello, it is nice to meet everyone. My name is Odysseus Aurelius, but you can call me Aurel.” Pointing his finger behind him he introduced the others, ”The one with the doubtful expression is Decim, Decim Titian. And the other one is Ariadnê Spyros, but we all call her Aria. And it seems you already meet Argo.”

He glanced over at Argo, than back at the guest, ”It seems you have a lot of questions and not a lot of information, though until a certain person arrives I can’t tell you much.” He said this in apologetic tone. Suddenly he heard the crunching of twigs and maybe Decim heard it as well as he stood in attention with his weapon readied. Though he slowly lessened his grip once he saw who it was. You could see Aurel's mannerism change, happily welcoming the visitor, “You’re finally here Rain! I was wondering how long you were going to be.” Seating himself back down, Aurel let the side of his face lean on his fist. He waited patiently for Rain to draw closer so he could explain all the commotion.

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Four others. Corin's sense of confusion only grew for this statement. It was enough to have been left in the dark on the subject of the seeds, there hadn't been much time after all, but the existence of four others? Where in the castle had they been kept? Some part of Corin must have realized that other people had been affected as well, had begun to see the outline of a flower over their heart, but perhaps her mind had wandered from this fact. A strong need to meet these other four develops as a matter of course. She can figure out why she had been kept in a different room than the other four, given her position, but still is lacking her preferred state of clarity on the matter as a whole.

This, however, is not the most important thing to be dropped upon her. Father was going to kill me? There must be a misunderstanding, Certainly, King Helios is not always the most open of men, and it is difficult to read him at the best of times, but Corin has always been quite decided on the fact that he is a good man. He took her in off the streets, after all, gave her the means to become literate and well-informed. This is the man to whom she has grown up owing her debt to, striving to please and prove herself to. Rainier is her closest friend, but Helios has always been a sort of higher power to the young woman who calls him father. In another situation, this news would be enough to stop the girl in her tracks. However, she merely hesitates briefly and continues walking.

The girl hardly processes what Rainier says following his reveal of the king's orders, for her mind has become so dominated by this news. She had partially expected that her leaving the castle had been the bidding of the king to some degree, the steps of one of his strange schemes; after all, Rainier is his spymaster and one of his highest ranking knights. His loyalty, one would expect, must lie with the king. Yet he goes against his king. Corin does not want to accept this as true, but her will to survive has always been incredibly strong. She wishes it were merely her trust in Rainier that pushes her to the decision to seek out these strangers, but it is also the fear of the chance of dying. She'd rather take the risk of upsetting the king, her father, than that of being executed at his hand.

The young woman remains silent for a long while, the pair returning to the music of crunching leaves and the occasional twitter of birds. Her eyes flicker up towards his profile. It is indeed up that she has to look, for Rainier towers over her by an even foot. She has spent a good portion of her life looking up to this man, who fills her dream position as a knight, a servant of the kingdom. Her arm stretches out to briefly place her hand on his shoulder, feather light as she does not place any weight upon the hand.

"So it goes, then,"
this is really all that needs saying for her decision to be clear, something Rainier would know even if he hadn't likely been listening to the conflict within her mind for the past several minutes. Corin smiles very slightly, but it is the smile one gives when offering comfort, perhaps blended with her court smile. It lacks the usual sincerity of smiles shown to Rainier, but for good reason.

It vanishes as they come upon a group of people in a more open area. To Corin's surprise, there are people here she recognizes: Luxia being the first to catch her eye. There are also people from the court, however, such as the Brandt heir, a notorious flirt, and Violet Kodoku, who she knew as a member of the king's army. Very curious, however, is one person she does not know. Given his mask however, the peculiar thing about him, she wouldn't be aware even if he were someone she had already become acquainted with. It becomes quickly clear that he is friends with Rain, leading her to wonder what else Rain has never told her about himself.

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Character Portrait: Luxia Hale Character Portrait: Odysseus Aurelius Character Portrait: Violet "Argo" Kodoku Character Portrait: Acantha Periit Character Portrait: Avra Stavros Character Portrait: Ariadnê Spyros
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The Sun had not yet risen when Acantha woke, a sharp ache pulsed through her entire body instantly rousing the young woman. Softly sighing she rubbed her temples. The nightmares had gotten better but once in a while she's still wake up covered in cold sweat with strange kind of pain making her chest throb. Going back to sleep was out of question, these night horrors would often leave Acantha feeling paranoid. She just couldn't escape the feeling that once she closed her eyes she would be back in that room, that her escape had been nothing but a hallucination.

Having regained her composure Acantha left the bed, she was an early riser anyway. The village was still asleep so she quietly made her way to the river. Acantha's special spot was a secluded area on the riverbank. It was a perfect oasis of calmness and tranquillity, the only thing disrupting the otherwise silent scope had been the gentle murmuring of the river.

The Sun was slowly rising, its light passing through the thick forest of thrones. Acanthe relished the feeling of sunlight, the rays were dancing across the woman't pale skin, heating it with their warm glow. A small smile formed on Acantha's lips she found it funny that a simple mundane things like sunlight or birds chirping could fill her soul with more joy than she's felt in years. Beneath her distant façade she was still that simple little girl who wanted nothing more than to be happy.

With the day starting and herself now completely calm Acantha returned to the village. She was surprises to a group people collected around something or someone, Acantha wasn't sure what as the growing crowd was blocking her view. Dark thought immediately crossed her mind, what if the king's guard had broken the barrier and found them?

Wanting to know just what was going on Acantha pulled on one of the bystander's sleeve. The only indication of a question was the worried look in her eyes and a nod of her head towards the crowd but the man understood her intentions. Their interaction had been done without a spoken word as the other simply pointed toward the people who were slowly being surrounded by the crowd.

She could now see Odysseus and Aria, they seemed to be leaving the village. The words coming from both Decim's and Auriel's mouths escaped her hearing but she could sense that Decim was worried about something. Watching the duo turned trio leave the village and the crowd clearing Acantha wondered what the ruckus had been about. Maybe we're having visitors? The prospect of being confronted with new people was a bit terrifying as well as exciting for Acantha. Having decided not to dwell about visitors who may not even be coming, Acantha occupied herself with work at the village. The thoughts of just who might be coming still ended up occupying her mind but it seemed like Acantha would just have to wait and see.

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