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Metylda Eren Anatoli


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a character in “Synchronicity:Paradise of Lights and Shadows”, as played by pandacorn



"You will address me by my title and nothing else. "

• Empress, Queen, Your Majesty || She rarely allows anything else.
• Metylda || She has not heard this for years. In the past, her family used to address her simply by her name.
• Aunt || Reserved for her only niece.

"You must know who I am. "

Empress of Anatoli.

"What do you think? I am the Empress. "

She is royalty, she is the queen. She needs no other job.

"How old do I look? "


"You must be blind."


Appearance Description
"I am beautiful, even moreso than my sisters!"

Smooth, unblemished dark skin covers the Empress' curvaceous body. Long, slender limbs exude grace with every action. A large bust and trim waist are tantalizing in snug gowns. Her hair falls in a waterfall of waves down her back. So dark in color it is often mistaken for black.
Snake like eyes glow a golden hue. Darting to and fro as not to miss a detail. A straight and regal nose alongside high cheekbones is common amongst the nobility. Metylda's full lips are always pulled into a smile, and although the feature rarely falls one can easily tell when she is displeased.

"What do you expect? I wear only the finest. "

Having her daily outfits specially designed and sown by her own personal tailor. She is seen adorning elaborate dresses most often. Corsets, impossibly tight as to show off her curves and well endowed chest. Large skirts rotund and down to her feet. Really, garb expected of a queen.
Though, on some occasions the Empress will forsake her commonly expected outfits in favor of something more, versatile. On days when she is not just lounging about the castle, or having to look pretty for fellow nobility, Metylda will wear something much less cumbersome than a dress. Her go to outfit consists of a white long-sleeved shirt that exposes both her midriff and cleavage. As well as a pair of stark white pants that seem to double as shoes. On her back, a long cape and her hands are covered by a pair of leather gloves.

• Emotion Manipulation || The queen is, as she would say, "Quite empathetic." She is very perceptive to how the people around her are feeling. She always had been, and with years of practice she has on her own, perfected her ability to manipulate those feelings in accordance with her will. With a few choice words here, a change in tone there she can inspire feelings of fury, devotion, or happiness in almost anyone.
• Inhuman Persuasion || The Empress gets what she wants, when she wants it. No one can tell her otherwise. It's a gift really. With even the slightest of touches-- rubbing her fingers through hair, a pat on the back, shoulders brushing --her wish is their command. Though, one's willpower plays a part in determing how effective it is.
• Combat || One might not think it as she is a noblewoman, but the Empress has taken great strides in familiarizing herself in the art of warfare. If an emperor is to know his way around a battlefield and fight at the side of his men, should she not be held to the same standard? Though it was rough in the beginning Empress Metylda has come a long way indeed. In a clash expect her to hold her own with ease as she is very handy with a single blade and in the way of developing tactics.
• Dancing || Back years ago when the Empress was just a princess, she was renowned for her dancing skill. Graceful and captivating with each and every movement, she was most often in the limelight in various balls.

Phobias / Fears
"Fear is for the submissive,and I am anything but. "

• Death ||.
• Ghosts ||

Bad Habits / Vices
"I really must stop, it is unbecoming."

• Wandering Fingers || The Empress can not help it. Her hands are always moving. Fiddling with the lace of her dress when unoccupied. Trailing along the furniture and wall when walking from place to place and etc. . . If she is not consciously aware of herself at all times, her hands and fingers will move about as if they had a mind of their own.
• Checking Herself Out || A mirror, a window, a pond, anything that has a reflective surface will surely catch Metylda's attention. Unconsciously drawn to the reflective material, the Empress will proceed to stop what she is doing to look over herself. Though many people undoubtedly believe it is an act of vanity and pretentiousness, it is not. The Empress is obsessed with fixing any flaws on her self. She goes to great lengths to appear perfect at all times.

Best Qualities
Tell me your best qualities.

Worst Qualities
• Sociopathic Liar || Empress Metylda lies continuously and at times unconciously in an attempt to get her own way, without showing care or concern for others. Her falsehoods are goal-oriented and purposeful. Using her charisma and exceptional social skills in a self-centered and manipulative manner.

  • Compulsive liar ||

  • Tell me your dislikes.

Tell me what you wish to accomplish in life.

Put history/past here. (Preferred but not required)

Hex Code
#761c28 or Deep Amaranth

Other Important Details
Anything else you'd like to share?

So begins...

Metylda Eren Anatoli's Story

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#, as written by Maestro

Town of Skystead
In the southern nation of Halinor, just outside the Anatolí border
"The Screaming Swordsman Tavern"

He’d almost lost track of how many days it’d been since he first started walking. The truth of the matter was, he wasn't even sure where it was he was going. This was the first time he’d stepped outside the farm to his knowledge, and it was already starting to feel like one big regret. But, it wasn't like he really had a say in the matter. Twice already he’d been abandoned and left for dead, with not so much a friend in the world. And now as he wandered the lonely back roads, he felt like a boy without a purpose, every step bringing with it new questions. He’d yet to figure out what it all meant, what it was he needed to do. His heart weighed heavy on his soul, and if one thing was for certain, it was that he couldn't help but feel as if the sands in the hourglass were running dry.

Overlooking a cliff, he could see himself standing on the horizon, expressionless as the pair locked gazes for the briefest of moments. As a breeze ruffled his hair, he shut his eyes and it was then everything went dark, and he awoke to find himself in a cave (like he had many times in his dreams). They’d always seemed so realistic, and he was always left searching the labyrinth of dark corridors to no ends, having yet to find his way out if there was one. It was only the singing… her singing… that brought him any real sane sense of mind. He knew very little of her, but what he did know was that she was by far one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever laid his eyes upon.

She looked like a frail porcelain doll, standing there on her bare feet in a white dress with her flowing pink locks cascading over her slender shoulders. He yet urged to reach out to her as she stood there, hands folded as she continued her sirens song. Cassius would try to call out only to find himself fall silent, and as he stood, he could see the shadow of a dragon standing behind him, hunched over on all fours. Its roar shaking the cavern, flames began to consume them all, and it was then that he awoke, flat on his back beneath the midday’s sun.

A nightmare, one of several that had reoccurred over the course of the last few weeks. They’d gotten worse ever since he left for the Anatolí capitol, Notia… since. It wasn't long after he was born that he’d been left to a farmer and his wife somewhere outside the empire, in the nation of Halinor, a place he’d remain for the next sixteen years. Nothing more than a peasant, it was a hard life Cassius had, one that was suppressed only from the love and support of his stepparents. Growing up playing in the fields with his younger brother, he’d always been the outcast looking in; the black sheep that was a little different from all the rest. And nobody ever knew what to make of his dreams. Every time he closed his eyes as far back as he could remember, she was there… the pink-haired girl who always seemed to be in need of saving.

Cassius’s life really took a turn for the worst when he was only ten years old due to a deadly strain of tuberculosis that ravaged his little village. He’d lost his stepmother and his stepbrother in that outbreak, and things didn't get any easier from there. The dreams only persisted, and life continued. Crops still needed harvesting, so Cassius struggled for the next four years until his ambitions lead him to pick up a sword for the first time. In the coming years, his determination only grew, and when he was sixteen his stepfather knew it was time that he discover the truth for himself. He’d had so many questions about where he’d come from and why his parents didn't want him. Furthermore his heart was leading him beyond the countryside, to a cave where he knew a girl was desperately waiting for him.

With only a sword to remember his stepfather by, it was only a few days later that his little village was burned to the ground, taking everything from poor Cassius. Nowhere to go, he knew it was time for his adventure to begin… and it wasn't going in the slightest the way he had hoped it would. Two days without food and hardly any sleep would do that to you. Stomach rumbling as he lay there, watching the clouds pass by through the break in the trees, he just barely made it to his feet long enough to grumble. “Two miles until Skystead… you can do this.” A small lively town sitting in Halinor, just outside the southern border of Anatolí, it would be the perfect place to lay low for a while as he planned out his next move.

By the time he reached town, he had realized that a hungry belly and broken back wouldn't be enough to pay for a room for the night. He hadn't a cent to his name, and had nothing with him but the clothes on his back and a sword at his side which he wouldn't trade for all the silver in Anatolí and Halinor combined. Settling in a tavern at the edge of town, he glued himself to the bar and couldn't help but mull over the establishments name since he’d first walked in. “Why do you call this place The Screa-…” It was at that very moment he took notice of the drunkard on the other side of the bar, swinging his sword around and yelling to himself. For a moment Cassius only stared before finally it all started to come together. “So that’s why this place is called The Screaming Swordsman!”

To say the least, Cassius hadn't gotten very far in his quest, and things weren't starting to make any more sense to him than they had before he left. With his physical state in decline, he simply collapsed there on the floor of that tavern, not a worry in the world as he experienced the best nap he’d ever had. And best of all he could close his eyes, and know she’d be there… waiting for him.

… Meanwhile elsewhere…

The empire was in a state of disarray as word spread fast of the Empress’s imminent announcement. In the capitol of Notia, every drunkard in every inn speculated on its whereabouts; merchants whispered amongst themselves, thieves colluded together, and nobles were in a tizzy. It was a rare sight to see the Empress announce anything, so when she did, the whole city was in ire.

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"What if I told you about a world where there are no masks? Would you believe it exists?"
Notia, Anatoli
EUPHEMIA STOPPED SECONDS BEFORE she passed the throne room. The door was open, the antechamber exposed to the outside world. Of course, the young princess couldn't be sure that her aunt was in there, but she didn't want to take her chances. She clutched the potted Begriflower to her chest and spun around, her long black hair whipping behind her in an arc. It was extremely majestic in appearance, but the fear on her face ruined any illusion of that beauty. Euphemia scuttled away.

The winding maze of the castle closed in around her and she couldn't help but feel like the luxaries that surrounded her were nothing more than illusions, created and formed within Metylda's dark mind. Only, this was obviously real and tangible, which made it more terrifying in the princess's mind. She finally ducked into the small alcove that led to the closest thing she had to escape.

The smell of exotic and commonplace plants greeted her in a hungry flurry for attention. She greeted the beautiful chaos of scents with a small and content smile. She hurried to the greenhouse, anxious to unpot the Begri. She only hoped her aunt wouldn't find the flower which, also served as a herbor more importantly, a drug. A healthy drug, but still a drug nonetheless. Euphemia was positive that her aunt would kill herif she found it in the greenhouse. After all, it was the only thing that dulled Euphemia's senses enough to keep her aunt's manipulation, at bay.

With a quick glance around, Euphemia plucked off a blue petal off of the flower and popped it into her mouth.

Calli will come later. ^.^

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..::The Royal Castle in Notia of the Anatoli Kingdom ::..

ImageSoft breathes filled the bedroom's still air. The light of the full moon shone through the parted curtains and illuminated the grand bedroom. Golden eyes fluttered open and blinked the sleep away. Sitting up, a small frown tugged at the Queen's lips. Disappointed at the way she had woken up during a quite restful slumber. It had been happening more and more often, her inability to stay asleep.

She licked dry lips and slipped her lithe body from under the thick comforters. Bare feet touched the cool tiled floors and a chill ripped through her. She braced herself and stood fully. Walking to the low table in the center of her bedroom, she leaned down and grasped the crystal pitcher in both of her hands. About to pour the water into her glass, Metylda froze as her eyes caught sight of something. Fear gripped her gut and she attempted to calm herself. It was nothing. To reassure herself, she straightened her posture and spun on the ball of her foot to face whatever trick of the shadows it was.

A smug smirk graced her face as she saw it was in fact, nothing. Until the open windows seized her attention. A stiff breeze tore through the bedroom. The white drapes of her canopy bed fluttered and past the movement, she saw it. Them. Metylda's eyes widened in pure terror. Stumbling backwards, her mouth parted as if to say something but no sound could be made. The two apparitions at the foot of her bed turned their heads to face her. The pairs of previously vacant eyes sharpened as they made contact with her own.

The two advanced upon her. It seemed to take centuries. Hands outstretched to grab at her. They spoke without having to open their mouths. Familiar, soft voices bounced all about. Coming from nowhere yet everywhere.

"Metylda, sister why?"

"You killed me."

"We loved you!"

"Why did you kill us?"

The Queen fell over the small table behind her and hit the unforgiving tile. The sound of her cup shattering and water spilling on her nightgown jolted her from her reverie. Her features contorted in rage, masking her fear. They dare to torment her so? "You deserved it," She screamed."I hate you all!" As they were just upon her she hurled the pitcher at the already bloody face of her elder sister.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The head maid was startled awake by the sound of glass shattering and piercing screams. Despite her older age, Alilla leapt from her bed. Swiftly wrapping her small body in her robe, she raced from her room and down the nearly pitch black hallway. Upon reaching The Queen's door, she rapped frantically on the thick wood only to burst in when the screams morphed into sobs. "Your Majesty!" It had happened again.

She ran over the hysteric figure on the floor. Ignoring the shards embedding themselves in her feet, she pushed them aside and flug herself atop the young woman. Wrestling down her arms that clawed at the air. "Your Majesty, there is nothing there! Please! Please calm yourself. You are going to get hurt!"

Ever so slowly her struggling died down and the panic left the Queen's eyes. Metylda blinked as she registered that her sisters had left her alone. She looked around to see the old woman on top of her, the glass on the floor, the table overturned, and the windows shut as they had been when she went to bed. She wanted to scream.

Without a word being exchanged between the two, Alilla took her to the washroom. Stripping the Queen of her clothes, she washed and bandaged the cuts she managed to inflict upon herself. Helping the young woman into a fresh gown and back to bed. She swept the glass and wiped up the water. Pushing herself up from the floor with a heavy sigh, she made her way back to the Queen's bedside. "Is there any assistance I can provide before departure?"

A clammy hand flew out and grasped her thin wrist with so much force it pained Alilla, but she dared not let it show on her face. "Speak of this incident to no one," The Empress hissed. The maid merely nodded her head meekly, Metylda released her and watched as she left in silence.

Alilla never told anyone anyway.

The Empress walked through the bowels of her castle. Her footsteps booming in the dimly lit hallways. Shadows twisted and writhed grotesquely over her features and the empty cells around her. She approached the door she was looking for and leisurely fingered her ring of keys. Absentmindedly she wondered if the lack of sleep would show on her face. That was the only thing she had trouble concealing. Her dress concealed most everything else.

With a twist of a key, she opened the door. The stench of excrement, blood, and vomit assaulted her senses. She would have gagged if she were not accustomed to the smell. Metylda stood in the doorway and gazed down at the two knights saluting her and the emaciated man hanging from his wrists. "Has he said anything useful?" She questioned her knights.

"No your Majesty," One answered. "Nothing we were not already aware of."

She hummed in disappointment. Oh well. She pulled out a slip of paper from her flowing sleeves. Unfolding it, she re-read what her informant had sent to her. A crazed grin pulled at her cheeks. "Gerey Mylne, it has been discovered that you have been conspiring against the royal lineage, and since your refusal to name your fellow conspirators, you are hereby sentenced to execution by sword." Her knights unsheathed their weapons and she exited the room. While slowly walking back up to the main floors, she liked to think that she could hear his pained cries echoing about.

Strolling through the throne room, Metylda stopped one of the passing younger maids. "Girl," She called out. A small good natured chuckle broke free from her throat as the maid jumped.


"I have been awaiting a special package. Has it come in?" The girl shook her head. "Oh. . . Well, have you seen my niece? As you must know, I have a very important announcement to make today and I want her with me for the event."

The maid pursed her lips in thought and the Queen waited patiently for her reply. "Yes, I saw her heading to the greenhouse I believe."

Metylda nodded to her graciously and waved her away. Figures. A grimace threatened to make itself known as she made her way down the halls to where her niece should be. That room was also once one of princess' mother's favorites. She should have known really.