Scrapped Roleplays and Characters
Yuna Seon
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xxxxxxxxxββββ* Female xxxxxββββ* 34 xxxxxββββ* 6' xxxxxββββ* 149 lbs. xxxxxββββ* Amazon
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-β ENHANCED STRENGTH βΈβ possesses strength beyond normal humans
β NAIAD βΈβ [ locked ]
β AMAZON βΈβ [ locked ]
- - - - - - - do anything to feel your breath on my neck / dark .γ
Orphaned at a young age, and with no immediate family to take her in, Yuna spent a great deal of her time at an orphanage. She was fostered by various people, but it never lasted long in part due to Yuna's unusual... circumstances. Far stronger than a child had a right to be, most of the foster parents feared for their own safety even if Yuna was careful not to display or use her strength intentionally. As a young child then, it left her inherently lonelyβsomething that she still feels to this day. She knows it's not their faultβeven she doesn't know the origins of her strength which only seemed to grow as she matured. She spent most of her time learning to play the piano which, in turn, taught her control. It's not a fine control, she still lacks some restraint, but it's enough that she can engage with people on a physical level and not harm them.
It's such a strange thing to crave, but Yuna does crave physical touch perhaps because she was deprived of it as a child. When she was old enough, she took what little money she had and left for a small town known as Soleil in Louisiana. She was homeless for a year, picking up odd jobs where she could so that she could save money in order to live. The part-time jobs she took were ones that didn't require much socializationβdishwasher, delivery person, ect.,βmostly because Yuna is an awkward person even if she doesn't mean to be. She doesn't want to be perceived as a cold and distant person, which is usually the first impression people have of her.
Not that she can blame themβYuna is keenly aware of her shortcomings. She hopes that with the small business she's managed to start, she'll become less socially awkward, and less prone to her lonely tendencies. She's even adopted a white tabby cat she's named Seuno to help ease those tendencies. While her business isn't exactly thrivingβit's a small boutique she's named 'Amaryllis'βshe has managed enough income to purchase a small home in the lower impoverished neighborhood of Soleil and to hire a couple of workers to help run the store. One such person has become a strange friend to Yuna. Polar opposites, Phaedra is a warm and lively individual who seems to draw people naturally to her, whereas Yuna seems to repel them. She hopes that some of that warmth will rub off on her so that she, too, can make more friends and, perhaps, find that something that feels like it's missing. She's optimistic, if anything, and sometimes wonders if there is something wrong with her, besides the obvious?
It's such a strange thing to crave, but Yuna does crave physical touch perhaps because she was deprived of it as a child. When she was old enough, she took what little money she had and left for a small town known as Soleil in Louisiana. She was homeless for a year, picking up odd jobs where she could so that she could save money in order to live. The part-time jobs she took were ones that didn't require much socializationβdishwasher, delivery person, ect.,βmostly because Yuna is an awkward person even if she doesn't mean to be. She doesn't want to be perceived as a cold and distant person, which is usually the first impression people have of her.
Not that she can blame themβYuna is keenly aware of her shortcomings. She hopes that with the small business she's managed to start, she'll become less socially awkward, and less prone to her lonely tendencies. She's even adopted a white tabby cat she's named Seuno to help ease those tendencies. While her business isn't exactly thrivingβit's a small boutique she's named 'Amaryllis'βshe has managed enough income to purchase a small home in the lower impoverished neighborhood of Soleil and to hire a couple of workers to help run the store. One such person has become a strange friend to Yuna. Polar opposites, Phaedra is a warm and lively individual who seems to draw people naturally to her, whereas Yuna seems to repel them. She hopes that some of that warmth will rub off on her so that she, too, can make more friends and, perhaps, find that something that feels like it's missing. She's optimistic, if anything, and sometimes wonders if there is something wrong with her, besides the obvious?
- - - - - - - I still want your love a whole lot / have you heard a better song? .γ
Phaedra Leos
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xxxxββββ* She/Her xxxxxββββ* 22 xxxxxββββ* 5'2" xxxxxββββ* 110 lbs. xxxxxββββ* Nymph-blooded
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-β GREEN THUMB βΈβ natural talent to growing plants, especially flowers
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β NYMPH: ANTHOUSAI βΈβ [ locked ]
- - - - - - - no one's fighting anyone / we're all dancing on the ground .γ
Phaedra was born and raised in the quaint town of Soleil. As an only child, there was never a shortage of affection from her parentsβand while they weren't particularly well-off, they still made the time to ensure Phae was taken care of. It shaped the fundamental nature of who Phaedra is today, and perhaps a little more than that. She never wanted for anything as a childβmaterialistic things are a different matterβwhich allowed her to grow up rather carefree and naive to the world. It also made her an ever curious child, though, always exploring the things around her, and perhaps a little too sociable. It was never a problem, at least not at home. At school, it was a different matter. She was the child who talked too much, the one who was always distracted and causing distractions.
In order to help her focus better, her parents helped her start a small garden in their apartment. A few flower pots here and there, but nothing as big as an actual yard garden. Phaedra took to it almost instantly, learning that she was more attuned to the plants she was growing and took great care of them. Her favorite thing about the small garden was that she was planting flowers, and they were oh so beautiful to her, especially the gladiolus flower. They swiftly became her favorite. It was around this time that Phaedra lost her mother.
She did what she could to help her father, but grief was a two way street for both of them. It hurt not having her mother around, however; Phaedra dealt with her grief as best as she could. The money she had saved up to open her own shop was, instead, used to move to a small town in Louisiana called Soleil. There, Phaedra wanted to make a fresh start for herself, taking up a job at a local floral shop in which she has managed to become something of a saving grace to. Yuna--the shop's owner--wasn't quite the green thumb Phae was, but her flowers were still rather beautiful. With Phae's help, she has managed to help turn the shop around and has become one of the most popular places in the local shopping center.
Nowadays, Phaedra spends her time tending to the flowers and occasionally helping out at Lissy's place. She's part-time at both places, and has found it rather fulfilling. She doesn't mind it, really. She loves what she does, and hopes that she can help both places thrive in whichever way they can. It's a small comfort in her life, one that she feels is a tremendous help not only for those she works for, but also herself.
In order to help her focus better, her parents helped her start a small garden in their apartment. A few flower pots here and there, but nothing as big as an actual yard garden. Phaedra took to it almost instantly, learning that she was more attuned to the plants she was growing and took great care of them. Her favorite thing about the small garden was that she was planting flowers, and they were oh so beautiful to her, especially the gladiolus flower. They swiftly became her favorite. It was around this time that Phaedra lost her mother.
She did what she could to help her father, but grief was a two way street for both of them. It hurt not having her mother around, however; Phaedra dealt with her grief as best as she could. The money she had saved up to open her own shop was, instead, used to move to a small town in Louisiana called Soleil. There, Phaedra wanted to make a fresh start for herself, taking up a job at a local floral shop in which she has managed to become something of a saving grace to. Yuna--the shop's owner--wasn't quite the green thumb Phae was, but her flowers were still rather beautiful. With Phae's help, she has managed to help turn the shop around and has become one of the most popular places in the local shopping center.
Nowadays, Phaedra spends her time tending to the flowers and occasionally helping out at Lissy's place. She's part-time at both places, and has found it rather fulfilling. She doesn't mind it, really. She loves what she does, and hopes that she can help both places thrive in whichever way they can. It's a small comfort in her life, one that she feels is a tremendous help not only for those she works for, but also herself.
- - - - - - - come on and dance with me / I'm wide awake .γ
Iskandr Fahri
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xxxxxxxxxββββ* He/Him xxxxxββββ* 27 xxxxxββββ* 6'xxxxxββββ* 175 lbs. xxxxxββββ* God-Descended
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β BERSERK βΈβ [ locked ]
β DEMIGOD: TYPE II βΈβ [ locked ]
- - - - - - - rising with the morning sun / it's a hunger that drives me .γ
For as long as Sasha can remember, it's always been him and his aunt. His parents supposedly had a fall-out when he was youngerβtoo young to remember, apparentlyβand they had both decided that being single parents just wasn't for them. His aunt never had children of her own, and decided that she would adopt him. And raising him was no easy feat. By nature, Iskandr was always volatile and hot-tempered. He was constantly in a fight at school, and there was not a day that he didn't come home with a black eye or a busted lip. To be fair, these traits were often coaxed out of him. Sasha always did his best to stay under the radar, but people always took it upon themselves to pick on him.
It wasn't long before they left their hometown and moved to Soleil. The only thing he found that was a problem with the town, however, was the lack of things to do. Perhaps it was because it was the way it was that Sasha found himself looking for things to do. He didn't know what he wanted to do after high schoolβcollege didn't seem all too interesting to himβand it wasn't like Soleil was a thriving city. It was small and quaint with just enough interest in it that kept it alive. And he wasn't entirely sure where his interest in becoming a firefighter came from.
It might have been when the movie theater went up in flames, and he'd escaped mostly unscathed by the fire. It might have been when he'd been asked for help numerous times for something small, like getting a child out of a tree they thought they could climb. Or if they were following their pet cat into the said tree. All he knows is that one day he decided to train for the position, and the next he was Soleil's only firefighter.
It's not a bad job, honestly, and ever since he became the only firefighter, fires seem to have nearly dropped. Nowadays he spends most of his time helping out with random chores and maybe putting out one of the yearly fires. He hasn't had much of a chance to explore the newer parts of Soleil--he's heard they put up a new shopping center a few years ago that he hasn't visited yet. He says it's because he doesn't have the time, but the truth is, he's just lazy about it. Hell, he even orders most of his food to be delivered to him rather than going to it. He's content with the way things are, though.
It wasn't long before they left their hometown and moved to Soleil. The only thing he found that was a problem with the town, however, was the lack of things to do. Perhaps it was because it was the way it was that Sasha found himself looking for things to do. He didn't know what he wanted to do after high schoolβcollege didn't seem all too interesting to himβand it wasn't like Soleil was a thriving city. It was small and quaint with just enough interest in it that kept it alive. And he wasn't entirely sure where his interest in becoming a firefighter came from.
It might have been when the movie theater went up in flames, and he'd escaped mostly unscathed by the fire. It might have been when he'd been asked for help numerous times for something small, like getting a child out of a tree they thought they could climb. Or if they were following their pet cat into the said tree. All he knows is that one day he decided to train for the position, and the next he was Soleil's only firefighter.
It's not a bad job, honestly, and ever since he became the only firefighter, fires seem to have nearly dropped. Nowadays he spends most of his time helping out with random chores and maybe putting out one of the yearly fires. He hasn't had much of a chance to explore the newer parts of Soleil--he's heard they put up a new shopping center a few years ago that he hasn't visited yet. He says it's because he doesn't have the time, but the truth is, he's just lazy about it. Hell, he even orders most of his food to be delivered to him rather than going to it. He's content with the way things are, though.
- - - - - - - so heaven don't fail me now / put the wings beneath my feet .γ
Lunaria Nishant
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xxxxxxxxxββββ* Female xxxxxββββ* 24 xxxxxββββ* 5'7 xxxxxββββ* 131 lbs. xxxxxββββ* Nephaelem
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-β AETHER βΈβ [locked] associated with celestial elements/energies
β NEPHAELEM βΈβ slightly more resilient than humans
β SIXTH SENSE βΈβ able to detect divinity/demons; partial
- - - - - - - and I'm just a stranger who could be a friend .γ
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Growing up on the streets has a way of shaping a personβespecially if they were a young child growing up on said streets. Luna counts herself lucky that she had someone to look out for her, otherwise she might have had a very different disposition.
On the outside, Luna appears aloof and reserved. Her expression gives little way of anything other than being as guarded and distrusting as her sister is, however; she's not entirely like that. It's a defense mechanism that was created from the time she lived on the streets, and it's a bit harder to shake off than it seems. It's made her extremely observant of people, though, noticing the smaller details that someone might usually miss. This includes anything from a person's posture, a small change of appearance, or how they're actually feeling. By nature, people speak louder with their actions than actual words, and Luna's learned to read that in order to adjust accordingly.
As cruel as the world is, however; Luna has always had something of an empathetic heart. She's always given to the less fortunateβfood, clothes, or what little money she may have for herselfβbecause she knows how it feels to have nothing but the clothes on your back to keep you safe. And it's a shitty feeling, honestly. Life is hard enough as it is, and if she can provide even just a modicum of comfort, she'd gladly do it in a heartbeat. She's a bit of a bleeding heart that way, but she's not entirely naΓ―ve. Soleil made sure of that, intentionally or notβyou don't escape living in poverty and poor conditions without something of a wary, cynical look to the world.
The way she's learned to cope with it is with a rather dark sense of humor. It's a strange contrast to her otherwise quiet self, but it's usually buried beneath a thick layer of sarcasm. There are a few things she picked up from her sister, and a few things she's learned from attending school. Neither have been easy for her, but despite the hardships she's been through, Luna likes to think of herself as a decent personβcompared to most people, at least. She's a bit thick-skinned, and perhaps a little strange, but she's more compassionate than she realizes. It just takes the right amount of coaxing, and perhaps a little more determination, to bring it out.
Still, she's fairly intelligent, perhaps a little more-so than most people. Things have always been easier for her to understand, she's slightly faster and more agile, but she's never really questioned why she's capable of these things. She's accepted it, and learned to incorporate it into different ways. She still manages to stay beneath the radar, but there are times when she wishes she could do more. She has to satisfy herself with her volunteer work and helping out around the shop, for now.
On the outside, Luna appears aloof and reserved. Her expression gives little way of anything other than being as guarded and distrusting as her sister is, however; she's not entirely like that. It's a defense mechanism that was created from the time she lived on the streets, and it's a bit harder to shake off than it seems. It's made her extremely observant of people, though, noticing the smaller details that someone might usually miss. This includes anything from a person's posture, a small change of appearance, or how they're actually feeling. By nature, people speak louder with their actions than actual words, and Luna's learned to read that in order to adjust accordingly.
As cruel as the world is, however; Luna has always had something of an empathetic heart. She's always given to the less fortunateβfood, clothes, or what little money she may have for herselfβbecause she knows how it feels to have nothing but the clothes on your back to keep you safe. And it's a shitty feeling, honestly. Life is hard enough as it is, and if she can provide even just a modicum of comfort, she'd gladly do it in a heartbeat. She's a bit of a bleeding heart that way, but she's not entirely naΓ―ve. Soleil made sure of that, intentionally or notβyou don't escape living in poverty and poor conditions without something of a wary, cynical look to the world.
The way she's learned to cope with it is with a rather dark sense of humor. It's a strange contrast to her otherwise quiet self, but it's usually buried beneath a thick layer of sarcasm. There are a few things she picked up from her sister, and a few things she's learned from attending school. Neither have been easy for her, but despite the hardships she's been through, Luna likes to think of herself as a decent personβcompared to most people, at least. She's a bit thick-skinned, and perhaps a little strange, but she's more compassionate than she realizes. It just takes the right amount of coaxing, and perhaps a little more determination, to bring it out.
Still, she's fairly intelligent, perhaps a little more-so than most people. Things have always been easier for her to understand, she's slightly faster and more agile, but she's never really questioned why she's capable of these things. She's accepted it, and learned to incorporate it into different ways. She still manages to stay beneath the radar, but there are times when she wishes she could do more. She has to satisfy herself with her volunteer work and helping out around the shop, for now.
- - - - - - - but you let them into your head.γ
Luna doesn't remember much about her childhood, save for the fact that it was difficult. It was always just her and her older sister, Soleil, and Luna doesn't recall much about her parentsβonly that she knew she had them at some point in her life. What happened to them, who they were, or what they were like, is all lost to her. Their life wasn't easy, and certainly not one a child could endure alone, but Soleil and Luna somehow managed. With a lot of personal sacrifice on Soleil's side, Luna was mostly sheltered from the more grittier aspects of homelessness.
She didn't escape entirely unscathed, but Luna knows it could have been much worse. In order to pay her sister back, Luna did well in schoolβabout as well as she could, anyway. It wasn't a secret that you excelled if you had the money, or if you were planning on selling your soul to a demon at the end of High School. She didn't have the former, and she didn't even entertain the notion of the latter. It would be an insult to all of her sister's hard work, and that was the last thing Luna wanted to do. Soleil had been a pillar of strength for Luna for most of her life, and she'd sacrificed too much for Luna to just throw it away like that. When Luna finally graduated, she spent her first few months searching for a job. She couldn't afford a college tuitionβthere were multiple reasons for thatβand she wanted to help out with the monetary situation.
During the days she was free, Luna filled her free time in one of two ways: volunteering at the homeless shelters, or helping Soleil out in the garage. She wasn't quite as gifted as her sister with the mechanic aspect of the job, but she helped out in any way she could: helping with oil changes, tending to the customers that waited, and even helping out with organizing the invoices and ledger.
There wasn't much else she could offer. When she volunteered at the shelters, Luna helped with dispensing food and gathering whatever donations she could. She remembers the catalyst to her volunteer work being a man who had no gloves during a particular bad winter. She was a teenager then, and wasn't in need of the pair she owned. The cold had never bothered her as much as it did most people, so she gave him her gloves. It was the first time she'd felt like she'd made a differenceβsmall as it may have been, it was something.
When she finally managed to land her first job, though, it was as a waitress at a local restaurant. She worked mainly the lunch shifts, since they were always the busiest, but it was a viable source of income that didn't require much of her. She still had the free time to volunteer, and to help out at the garage. It only lasted about a year before the restaurant had to close. The owner couldn't keep up with his dues to the local boss, and was forced to close his establishment. Luna was lucky enough to find a job two weeks after her layoff through a reference from one of Soleil's clients. Because she was talented at keeping things organized, a local firm hired her to be a secretary. The pay wasn't that good, but it was enough that Luna has worked there for three years. She knows she's being taken advantage of, there just isn't much she can do about it. She does what she can, for now, as a secretary, as a volunteer, and helping Soleil out in the garage.
It's all she can ask for, even though she wishes she could somehow do more.
She didn't escape entirely unscathed, but Luna knows it could have been much worse. In order to pay her sister back, Luna did well in schoolβabout as well as she could, anyway. It wasn't a secret that you excelled if you had the money, or if you were planning on selling your soul to a demon at the end of High School. She didn't have the former, and she didn't even entertain the notion of the latter. It would be an insult to all of her sister's hard work, and that was the last thing Luna wanted to do. Soleil had been a pillar of strength for Luna for most of her life, and she'd sacrificed too much for Luna to just throw it away like that. When Luna finally graduated, she spent her first few months searching for a job. She couldn't afford a college tuitionβthere were multiple reasons for thatβand she wanted to help out with the monetary situation.
During the days she was free, Luna filled her free time in one of two ways: volunteering at the homeless shelters, or helping Soleil out in the garage. She wasn't quite as gifted as her sister with the mechanic aspect of the job, but she helped out in any way she could: helping with oil changes, tending to the customers that waited, and even helping out with organizing the invoices and ledger.
There wasn't much else she could offer. When she volunteered at the shelters, Luna helped with dispensing food and gathering whatever donations she could. She remembers the catalyst to her volunteer work being a man who had no gloves during a particular bad winter. She was a teenager then, and wasn't in need of the pair she owned. The cold had never bothered her as much as it did most people, so she gave him her gloves. It was the first time she'd felt like she'd made a differenceβsmall as it may have been, it was something.
When she finally managed to land her first job, though, it was as a waitress at a local restaurant. She worked mainly the lunch shifts, since they were always the busiest, but it was a viable source of income that didn't require much of her. She still had the free time to volunteer, and to help out at the garage. It only lasted about a year before the restaurant had to close. The owner couldn't keep up with his dues to the local boss, and was forced to close his establishment. Luna was lucky enough to find a job two weeks after her layoff through a reference from one of Soleil's clients. Because she was talented at keeping things organized, a local firm hired her to be a secretary. The pay wasn't that good, but it was enough that Luna has worked there for three years. She knows she's being taken advantage of, there just isn't much she can do about it. She does what she can, for now, as a secretary, as a volunteer, and helping Soleil out in the garage.
It's all she can ask for, even though she wishes she could somehow do more.
- - - - - - - I won't let you slip away .γ
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Oh... Luna has the biggest crush on Mick, there is no denying that. It's silly, she thinks, but she can't help herself. She's never really liked people before, so she's not entirely sure if it actually is a crush, or maybe just an admiration for him. Whatever it is, though, she's going to let it run its course. What could she possibly say to someone like that, who's so out of her league?
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There is nothing more in the world that Luna wants. Her sister, for once in their life, is happy. She sees it in the way she smiles, subtle things to the untrained eye. She sees it in the way she goes to Samael's house to work on his cars, or whatever it is he has for her, but the fact remains that she sees it. Maybe Sol is right, maybe it won't last, but Luna wants it to. Soleil deserves the world, and Luna would give it to her if she could.
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Why is he so invested in helping her and Soleil out? It's obvious that Luna and Sol can't offer him anything, however; Sam just confuses Luna. Sure, he seems nice enough, and the way he interacts with Sol is hilarious, but still. What does he actually want from them? Why is he going out of his way to help two people he barely knows? She just... doesn't get him, really. He's been too good to them, and Luna is afraid that it might bite her and Sol in the ass, later.
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Samael Lennox
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-β KINESIS βΈβ various elemental manipulationβlightning
β DIVINITY βΈβ limited use of divine abilitiesβdepleting
β ENERGY METABOLIZATION βΈβ sustained by energy [emotions]
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They say that love can be the most profound thing that changes a personβSamael would beg to differ. It wasn't love that caused him to change in such a deep, fundamental way. Betrayal had a strange way of doing that, and Samael wonders if it hasn't changed him the most. It has left him bitter, distrusting of peopleβdemonic, angelic, or otherwiseβand constantly on edge. Who can he trust besides himself? The last person he trusted, cast him from the Firmament, and ever since then, Samael has held a deep grudge.
Sure, he lives a lavish lifestyle, is constantly trying to fill an emptiness with sex and drugs, but he doesn't much care for any of it. Leraje often provides him with new ways to lose himself, but as with everything else, it's only temporary. There is no lasting effect, and Samael finds himself chasing after something that will last longer. In some ways, this makes him extremely dedicated to something, but only if it's for himself. If it can't do anything for him, he can't be bothered with it. It makes him a shitty worker, but as far as Samael is concerned, everyone could fuck off and mind their own business. He does what he has to, when he wants to.
It has left him with an inherently cynical view of the world. People do not have good intentions, their sincerity is false, and they can't be trusted. It might make him a bit of a hypocrite since he's the same way. He can't be trusted, either, since everything he does is for self-gain. There's nothing that can convince him, otherwise. He just doesn't believe it. He can fake all of those emotions just as easily, so why try to believe they are genuine?
If there is one thing he can be, it's overly confident. It can be overbearing most of the time, the way he carries himself with a sort of prideful arrogance. He is better than everyone around him, and he makes it known one way or another. Whether it's flaunting his lavish lifestyle or bragging about his bank account, it's made him a person of hated interest and envy. But that's what he wants. He wants people to envy and hate himβfear him even. Those are the only emotions he can truly rely on. It's pretty hard to fake hatred for most people, after all.
At the end of the day thoughβafter everything has been said and doneβSamael is a deeply troubled and despondent person. The events of his Fall has caused him to quash any remnants of the person he used to be, and he cannot find it in himself to be that person again. So he'll keep people at an arm's length, flaunt his power, and perhaps one day, he might feel something again.
He's not going to hold his breath, though.
Sure, he lives a lavish lifestyle, is constantly trying to fill an emptiness with sex and drugs, but he doesn't much care for any of it. Leraje often provides him with new ways to lose himself, but as with everything else, it's only temporary. There is no lasting effect, and Samael finds himself chasing after something that will last longer. In some ways, this makes him extremely dedicated to something, but only if it's for himself. If it can't do anything for him, he can't be bothered with it. It makes him a shitty worker, but as far as Samael is concerned, everyone could fuck off and mind their own business. He does what he has to, when he wants to.
It has left him with an inherently cynical view of the world. People do not have good intentions, their sincerity is false, and they can't be trusted. It might make him a bit of a hypocrite since he's the same way. He can't be trusted, either, since everything he does is for self-gain. There's nothing that can convince him, otherwise. He just doesn't believe it. He can fake all of those emotions just as easily, so why try to believe they are genuine?
If there is one thing he can be, it's overly confident. It can be overbearing most of the time, the way he carries himself with a sort of prideful arrogance. He is better than everyone around him, and he makes it known one way or another. Whether it's flaunting his lavish lifestyle or bragging about his bank account, it's made him a person of hated interest and envy. But that's what he wants. He wants people to envy and hate himβfear him even. Those are the only emotions he can truly rely on. It's pretty hard to fake hatred for most people, after all.
At the end of the day thoughβafter everything has been said and doneβSamael is a deeply troubled and despondent person. The events of his Fall has caused him to quash any remnants of the person he used to be, and he cannot find it in himself to be that person again. So he'll keep people at an arm's length, flaunt his power, and perhaps one day, he might feel something again.
He's not going to hold his breath, though.
- - - - - - - I've fallen from grace / bloodied and bound.γ
Samael's history is a bit... complicated. Once an archangel of the Fifth Heavenly Realm, it is a position he no longer occupies. How he lost it, is something of a sore spot for him. He was cast from Heaven by the one he called brother, and doesn't like being reminded of it. It was a time when he felt weak, betrayed, and he's vowed to never be that way again. Originally, Samael had chosen to fallβto leave the Firmament behind and spend the rest of his life with the one he loved.
In the Firmament, it was considered a taboo for an angel to love another. Samael could not help the way he felt, though, and wanted the freedom to choose. Sariel was his life, and he thought she felt the same way. When he'd proposed the idea that they should leave the Firmament, join the human realm and leave Heaven behind, he'd been ecstatic that she'd agreed. They were going to make a life with each other, one that they could enjoy without fearing the consequences. It wasn't until he intervened that Samael's world fell upside down. Michaelβone of the esteemed Seraphim and fellow archangelβhad convinced Sariel that the Fall would not be worth it. He tried to convince Samael as well, but Samael would not be swayed. He was devastated when Sariel chose to stay in the Firmament with Micahel.
At first, Samael was convinced that Sariel never loved him, but loved Michael instead. In a fit of anger, he attacked Michael. It was a battle Sam had no chance of winning, and in his Fall, he tried bringing Michael with him. He failedβmiserably soβand was stripped of most of his divinity. Sam doesn't remember much of what happened after that. He remembers the War that nearly decimated the earth, and that he became a Prince of Hell shortly before that. Everything else was a blur. For a being who had all of eternity, it was difficult for Sam to fill his time with productive soul-reaping. Mostly because it was boring.
Make a pact with a human; take their soul; rinse and repeat.
It was driving him insane.
He needed to do something else with his time, to find a different meaning. Nothing seemed to be working for him, and it never seemed enough. He could have his fill of just about anything, and still feel like he was missing something. He tried just about anything he could to make himself feel alive, but whether it was his Fall, the betrayal, or his many years as a Prince, it just wasn't enough. He needed something moreβsomething that would make him feel like the Archangel he once was: powerful and respected. The life he has made for himself, nowβthough not what it should beβhas been enough for him to continue his, albeit pathetic, existence. Considering that he spends most of his time hosting extravagant parties, keeping himself occupied as Leraje's guinea pig and filling the emptiness with sex and drugs, it's really not much of an existence at all.
But then again... Samael doesn't want to exist. Not in the metaphorical sense, anyway, but he would never tell anyone that. It also doesn't help that he's slowly losing his divinity. It's bringing him closer to becoming a full-fledged demon prince.
In the Firmament, it was considered a taboo for an angel to love another. Samael could not help the way he felt, though, and wanted the freedom to choose. Sariel was his life, and he thought she felt the same way. When he'd proposed the idea that they should leave the Firmament, join the human realm and leave Heaven behind, he'd been ecstatic that she'd agreed. They were going to make a life with each other, one that they could enjoy without fearing the consequences. It wasn't until he intervened that Samael's world fell upside down. Michaelβone of the esteemed Seraphim and fellow archangelβhad convinced Sariel that the Fall would not be worth it. He tried to convince Samael as well, but Samael would not be swayed. He was devastated when Sariel chose to stay in the Firmament with Micahel.
At first, Samael was convinced that Sariel never loved him, but loved Michael instead. In a fit of anger, he attacked Michael. It was a battle Sam had no chance of winning, and in his Fall, he tried bringing Michael with him. He failedβmiserably soβand was stripped of most of his divinity. Sam doesn't remember much of what happened after that. He remembers the War that nearly decimated the earth, and that he became a Prince of Hell shortly before that. Everything else was a blur. For a being who had all of eternity, it was difficult for Sam to fill his time with productive soul-reaping. Mostly because it was boring.
Make a pact with a human; take their soul; rinse and repeat.
It was driving him insane.
He needed to do something else with his time, to find a different meaning. Nothing seemed to be working for him, and it never seemed enough. He could have his fill of just about anything, and still feel like he was missing something. He tried just about anything he could to make himself feel alive, but whether it was his Fall, the betrayal, or his many years as a Prince, it just wasn't enough. He needed something moreβsomething that would make him feel like the Archangel he once was: powerful and respected. The life he has made for himself, nowβthough not what it should beβhas been enough for him to continue his, albeit pathetic, existence. Considering that he spends most of his time hosting extravagant parties, keeping himself occupied as Leraje's guinea pig and filling the emptiness with sex and drugs, it's really not much of an existence at all.
But then again... Samael doesn't want to exist. Not in the metaphorical sense, anyway, but he would never tell anyone that. It also doesn't help that he's slowly losing his divinity. It's bringing him closer to becoming a full-fledged demon prince.
- - - - - - - waiting for the end to take me / and this darkness settles in .γ
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He will not deny the fact that he likes Soleil, perhaps moreso than he's ever liked someone before. It goes beyond whatever strange friendship they have, and he truly enjoys her company. It's strange because some part of him wants to possess that, to ensure that she can't leave him, however; he could never do that to her. She's shown him so many things, and he wants her to know that he'll always be around for her.
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Sam won't lieβhe misses his old friends, Mick included. He isn't sure if he's even mad anymore over the events that took place, but... he knows he'd be less lonely if they hadn't. Either way, he knows he'll never see Mick again. He's in the firmament with the rest of their friends, but if he ever got the chance to see him again... well, Sam's not even sure what he'd do.
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Luna is a strange kid to Sam, but he doesn't mind, really. She and her sister are complete opposites, and yet there is something there that is similar. Maybe it's the way they talk, or the way they carry themselves? Sam doesn't know, but he wouldn't mind dolling her up again. In fact, he plans on going on a shopping spree for them. Still, he wouldn't mind if she came over with her sister more often. The more company the less lonely he feels.
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Senka Rinaldi
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-β REASON βΈβ excellent in black/dark magicβknows a few healing spells
β RIDING βΈβ expert on horsebackβlearned pegasusback
β DARK FALCON βΈβ magic-offensive threat, high mobility and attack range on pegasusback
β CREST OF MAURICE βΈβ Major Crest of Maurice
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Bitter, resentful, hateful. What happened to the woman she had become? The woman she was becoming? Senka doesn't know where or when she lost herself. Maybe it was the day of the attack on the Academy? Maybe it was when she saw Cyril fall to his death, or maybe it was when she died to protect the only thing that she had left in the world that she valued: Sorcha. It doesn't matter, though, because in the end, Senka has reverted back to the woman she was so many years ago: the woman who watched her entire country burn, and her parents killed for a crime they did not commit. She is resentful of the world. Why is it so cruel and cold to her? What did she do to deserve this punishment? No longer, though, will she be the shadow, lurking in the background. She is the sun, the flames that burn evermore for retribution.
Even if she has to draw upon her cursed Crest to do it, to become a demonic beast, Senka has vowed that she would bring those who took everything from her--her family, the people she loved--to justice. She will make them pay, and she has made a promise to never again be someone that others can take lightly. She has dedicated her time perfecting her dark arts, wielding the blade, Blutgang, and becoming stronger so that she never has to lose anyone she cares about again. But even then, it is difficult for her to feel any sort of companionship to people. She lost everything, and if she were to ever be close again with someone... they'd be ripped from her, too. It is better for her to remain as she is. Solitary. Perhaps one day when she has avenged her friends, she can finally know peace, and even if she dies before then... well, she wouldn't mind, either. After all, she'd be able to see her friends again, the people she loved and who loved her the most.
The smile that used to bloom on her face no longer exists, and it is a shame, she thinks, that she lost it. It was the only thing she had left of her mother. The events of her life have stolen everything from her, and her heart was left behind so many years ago. All the dreams she once had, of living a life of happiness, of restoring her country, have all perished in the fires of her past. They are there forever more to remind her of her failures, of the people she couldn't protect, and of the things she lost. In time, perhaps she'll be able to move on, but it is lonely. If she does succeed, what is to become of her after?
She has no home, no friends, no family. She has nothing, and yet... she wishes for something. Arms to hold her, a comforting smile, or embrace; she does not know what it is that she longs for. Perhaps... it is the smile that she used to see on the one person whom she felt like she mattered to. The one person who is forever lost to her, and will be forevermore. To know love as she did, to have it ripped away and nothing left to live for... it is not a life Senka ever thought she would have. But it is a cold reality that she has had to face. And she will continue to survive just long enough... as Valeria Scutari. After all, Senka Rinaldi died on that night, so many years ago... and nothing remains of the bright woman she once was. Not even her heart.
Even if she has to draw upon her cursed Crest to do it, to become a demonic beast, Senka has vowed that she would bring those who took everything from her--her family, the people she loved--to justice. She will make them pay, and she has made a promise to never again be someone that others can take lightly. She has dedicated her time perfecting her dark arts, wielding the blade, Blutgang, and becoming stronger so that she never has to lose anyone she cares about again. But even then, it is difficult for her to feel any sort of companionship to people. She lost everything, and if she were to ever be close again with someone... they'd be ripped from her, too. It is better for her to remain as she is. Solitary. Perhaps one day when she has avenged her friends, she can finally know peace, and even if she dies before then... well, she wouldn't mind, either. After all, she'd be able to see her friends again, the people she loved and who loved her the most.
The smile that used to bloom on her face no longer exists, and it is a shame, she thinks, that she lost it. It was the only thing she had left of her mother. The events of her life have stolen everything from her, and her heart was left behind so many years ago. All the dreams she once had, of living a life of happiness, of restoring her country, have all perished in the fires of her past. They are there forever more to remind her of her failures, of the people she couldn't protect, and of the things she lost. In time, perhaps she'll be able to move on, but it is lonely. If she does succeed, what is to become of her after?
She has no home, no friends, no family. She has nothing, and yet... she wishes for something. Arms to hold her, a comforting smile, or embrace; she does not know what it is that she longs for. Perhaps... it is the smile that she used to see on the one person whom she felt like she mattered to. The one person who is forever lost to her, and will be forevermore. To know love as she did, to have it ripped away and nothing left to live for... it is not a life Senka ever thought she would have. But it is a cold reality that she has had to face. And she will continue to survive just long enough... as Valeria Scutari. After all, Senka Rinaldi died on that night, so many years ago... and nothing remains of the bright woman she once was. Not even her heart.
- - - - - - - that we were not lost from the start.γ
Senka remembers her history as keenly as if she were still there, reliving it. The smell of smoke, the burning bodies, the caked blood on the ground, and the screams of the dying kept her awake during most of her childhoodβbut more than that, she remembers warm embraces, loving kisses, and parents who adored her. Her life was as normal as one could be for one born into Royalty. As the heir to the Duscur throne, Senka had wanted for nothing as a child. She was well-taught, and trainedβas most children wereβin the arts of both weaponry and politics so that she could fulfill her role as future Queen of Duscur. She remembers her father being lenient and kind; bathing her with sweets and horse rides through the country. And perhaps most of all, she remembers her mother's smile.
It was the brightest thing in the world, or so her father had said. She was of the Argyris family, Nobles in their own right, from the Kingdom, and Senka's father had fallen in love with her at first sight. To hear it then, it was the most romantic story Senka had ever heard. And Duscur wasn't particularly known for its warriors, or its wars, but it was a peaceful life. A life that would soon come to an end during the King of Faerghus's trip to Duscur. Senka had been excited at the prospect of being present during the negotiations between her father, and King Lambert. Her father had deemed her ready to learn proper politics, to witness it first hand, however; it wasn't meant to be. The King of Faerghusβand a number of other noblesβhad been assassinated in Duscur. Though Senka's father had no knowledge of the attack, Duscur found itself under attack. Her people never stood a chance against the military might of Faerghus.
Among the many people who lost their lives, were Senka's parents. She would never see her mother's beautiful smile, nor be near her father's gentle heart. She would no longer be able to take rides along the country, bake sweets with her father, nor learn the various books of magic with her mother. They were gone... and there was nothing she could do to bring them back. It broke her in ways that left Senka with a fairly dark look on life. Why did she get to live while her familyβher peopleβwere slaughtered? What right did Faerghus have to do such a thing to innocent people?
If Sorchaβthe princess of Faerghusβhad not saved her life in more ways than one, Senka might not have been able to fulfill her parent's last wish: Live. It was a meeting of fate, or so they would write, however; Sorcha managed to bring Senka back into a way of life that almost felt familiar. She became Senka's dearest friend, and closest confidant, and the two were always together. Rumors were spread about how she'd slithered her way into the princess's good graces, or that she'd somehow black-mailed the good-hearted princess, however; it never bothered Senka the way it used to. Though she is but a remnant of her former self, Senka knows that she will always be in Sorcha's debt, even though she isn't required to pay it back.
Now, Senka has followed Sorcha to the Officers Academy in Garreg Mach Monastery where she has joined the Blue Lion's House under her mother's maiden name, Argyris, and under the guise of a citizen from Almyra. No one knows of her Duscur heritage, there, and she intends to keep it that wayβfor now, at least. There, she hopes to hone her skills in both weapons and magic so that she may one day return to her homeland, and start new. But things change, and Senka knows this. Perhaps, just this once, it'll be good.
It was the brightest thing in the world, or so her father had said. She was of the Argyris family, Nobles in their own right, from the Kingdom, and Senka's father had fallen in love with her at first sight. To hear it then, it was the most romantic story Senka had ever heard. And Duscur wasn't particularly known for its warriors, or its wars, but it was a peaceful life. A life that would soon come to an end during the King of Faerghus's trip to Duscur. Senka had been excited at the prospect of being present during the negotiations between her father, and King Lambert. Her father had deemed her ready to learn proper politics, to witness it first hand, however; it wasn't meant to be. The King of Faerghusβand a number of other noblesβhad been assassinated in Duscur. Though Senka's father had no knowledge of the attack, Duscur found itself under attack. Her people never stood a chance against the military might of Faerghus.
Among the many people who lost their lives, were Senka's parents. She would never see her mother's beautiful smile, nor be near her father's gentle heart. She would no longer be able to take rides along the country, bake sweets with her father, nor learn the various books of magic with her mother. They were gone... and there was nothing she could do to bring them back. It broke her in ways that left Senka with a fairly dark look on life. Why did she get to live while her familyβher peopleβwere slaughtered? What right did Faerghus have to do such a thing to innocent people?
If Sorchaβthe princess of Faerghusβhad not saved her life in more ways than one, Senka might not have been able to fulfill her parent's last wish: Live. It was a meeting of fate, or so they would write, however; Sorcha managed to bring Senka back into a way of life that almost felt familiar. She became Senka's dearest friend, and closest confidant, and the two were always together. Rumors were spread about how she'd slithered her way into the princess's good graces, or that she'd somehow black-mailed the good-hearted princess, however; it never bothered Senka the way it used to. Though she is but a remnant of her former self, Senka knows that she will always be in Sorcha's debt, even though she isn't required to pay it back.
Now, Senka has followed Sorcha to the Officers Academy in Garreg Mach Monastery where she has joined the Blue Lion's House under her mother's maiden name, Argyris, and under the guise of a citizen from Almyra. No one knows of her Duscur heritage, there, and she intends to keep it that wayβfor now, at least. There, she hopes to hone her skills in both weapons and magic so that she may one day return to her homeland, and start new. But things change, and Senka knows this. Perhaps, just this once, it'll be good.
- - - - - - - Every night I dream you're still here / the ghost by my side, so perfectly clear. .γ
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She will readily admit that not everything has been fixed, but she's willing to spend the rest of her life with him, fixing whatever it is that they need to. That he still wants her, still loves her... that's enough for Senka. She couldn't be happier and she hopes that, once this war is over, once everything has been said and done, she'll be able to build a home with him. A home that they can both be proud of. She can't wait, honestly.
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She feels bad for having to lie all these years to Thea and the others. Thea most of all because she had been so innocent at one time. When they'd reunited, and she'd seen how much pain she'd caused Thea, it broke Senka's heart. She never meant for it to happen that way. She wanted to see Thea, to tell her she was still alive, but she couldn't. She just hopes that Thea can forgive her, but some part of her feels she doesn't deserve that forgiveness.
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Vridel meant the world to Senka. He was one of her first friends that she'd made at the academy, someone who didn't judge her or hate her or speak ill of her. And she'd lied to him. Kept him in the dark all these years. She doesn't know how to apologize to him for that, but she wants to. He didn't deserve that, none of her friends did, but she hopes she can be deserving of his forgiveness if he chooses to give it to her. She'd understand if he didn't.
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Senka had never felt so relieved to see Sorcha alive, however; nothing hurt as much as it did when Sorcha didn't remember her. Whatever happened to Sorcha, Senka blames herself for it. If she hadn't been so reckless so many years ago... if she hadn't been so afraid of Lady, if only then, they could have escaped. Senka's not sure if she could ever forgive herself for that. She failed Sorcha, but she intends to make it right. No matter the cost.
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She wonders if Mercer feels the same as she does? That they've both failed Sorcha? It must be hard for him to see Sorcha the way she is now, however; Senka wants him to know that she is there for him. That she, too, shares in his pain and that maybe one day they can both be deserving of Sorcha's forgiveness. Until then, she'll do whatever she can to support him in both his role as the Leader of this new united army, and in whatever decision he comes to about Sorcha.
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Mercer von Riegan
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β CREST OF RIEGAN βΈβ minor Crest of Riegan
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What happened to Mercer von Riegan, the boy who used to sleep through his classes, and make his friends laugh at his stupidity? That boy no longer exists. He is Duke von Riegan, now, leader of the Leicester Alliance. The man is cold, calculative, and melancholy. After the war at the Academy, Mercer was forced to flee to the Leicester Alliance, the only place he would be safe. And what became of him after is someone not even he recognizes. After his ascension to Duke von Riegan, Mercer began doing whatever he could to rally the noble houses under him to retaliate against the Imperial army. He isn't sure what happened to the rest of his friends, the ones still alive, but he has forced his heart to close. He cannot bear the thought of losing anyone else, and in doing so, has become more reckless with his own life.
Instead of putting other's lives on the line, Mercer risks his own. In battles, during missions, in any possible way that means his allies stay alive, even if he doesn't. All that matters now is keeping those under him, alive for as long as possible. As a result, he has become a rather taciturn individual who excels in strategies. Even the Imperial army has a hard time knowing what he's planning. They are wary of him when he makes no moves just as much as when he does. He is a hard man, bitter and full of despair, Mercer von Riegan, but he cannot bring himself to be anything other than that. After the news of Sorcha's death... it broke something in him. His heart died that day when she did, and he does what he can in order to see to it that she is avenged. It affects him, even now, when he thinks about her. The way she used to smile, challenge him to those early morning training sessions. The way they used to fly together...
He's not sure when they became so important to him, but he misses them greatly. He has not abandoned all of his ways, though. He is not above using dirty tricks or tactics; he gladly employs them at every opportunity he is afforded. After all, the Imperial army has done the same. His disdain for taking life so easily has been replaced with something more as a necessity. While he still despises taking a person's life, needlessly, he cannot afford to give them that mercy. They are aware for whom they fight for, and that is all the reason Mercer needs in order to cut them down. His hands have been stained, now, and there is no cleansing them, however; he doesn't mind.
Let his hands be evermore stained with the blood of his enemies. He could not bear to have the stains of his allies, covering them. And so Mercer now leads what little army he can against the Imperial army, waiting for word from his father, King of Almyra. He sent them letters weeks ago for aid against them, however; the king has not written back. Some part of Mercer is torn between his messengers being killed, and the thought that his father wants no part in the dispute in FΓ³dlan, regardless of whether or not his son has begged him to help.
Instead of putting other's lives on the line, Mercer risks his own. In battles, during missions, in any possible way that means his allies stay alive, even if he doesn't. All that matters now is keeping those under him, alive for as long as possible. As a result, he has become a rather taciturn individual who excels in strategies. Even the Imperial army has a hard time knowing what he's planning. They are wary of him when he makes no moves just as much as when he does. He is a hard man, bitter and full of despair, Mercer von Riegan, but he cannot bring himself to be anything other than that. After the news of Sorcha's death... it broke something in him. His heart died that day when she did, and he does what he can in order to see to it that she is avenged. It affects him, even now, when he thinks about her. The way she used to smile, challenge him to those early morning training sessions. The way they used to fly together...
He's not sure when they became so important to him, but he misses them greatly. He has not abandoned all of his ways, though. He is not above using dirty tricks or tactics; he gladly employs them at every opportunity he is afforded. After all, the Imperial army has done the same. His disdain for taking life so easily has been replaced with something more as a necessity. While he still despises taking a person's life, needlessly, he cannot afford to give them that mercy. They are aware for whom they fight for, and that is all the reason Mercer needs in order to cut them down. His hands have been stained, now, and there is no cleansing them, however; he doesn't mind.
Let his hands be evermore stained with the blood of his enemies. He could not bear to have the stains of his allies, covering them. And so Mercer now leads what little army he can against the Imperial army, waiting for word from his father, King of Almyra. He sent them letters weeks ago for aid against them, however; the king has not written back. Some part of Mercer is torn between his messengers being killed, and the thought that his father wants no part in the dispute in FΓ³dlan, regardless of whether or not his son has begged him to help.
- - - - - - - heaven's trying everything to break me down.γ
Judith von Riegan, daughter to the Alliance Leader, Duke Riegan, was married into the von Daphnel family. Their status as nobles had fallen considerably after their house split, however; sometime after her marriage into the family, Judith became known as the Hero of Daphnel. Perhaps it was due to her status as Duke Riegan's child, or perhaps it was that she gave birth to Mercer some time after, who bore a minor Crest of Riegan. Crests were a coveted thing in nobility, regardless of where they were born, however; Mercer grew up mostly free from the burden of having his crest. Godfrey, his uncle, was next in line for the Leader position of the Alliance, and Mercer wasn't exactly a legitimate heir to begin with.
Sometime before--or after her marriage, it is unclear--Judith became pregnant with Mercer, but Lord Daphnel was not his birth father. For the first few years, Mercer believed that to be the truth. He was raised in the Daphnel household, however; he never understood why the members of the house looked down upon him with such disgust. He was just a child, and they treated him as if he were some... infection. But it did nothing to his spirit, and Mercer grew up reading the books his father had, or what his mother could bring for him. What he enjoyed the most, however, were the training sessions between him and his mother. It was customary that all Leicester people were taught to wield a bow. It was their specialty, and Mercer loved it.
Perhaps it was because it was his chance to bond with his mother, who often called him boy--a term she still uses to this day. It was a peaceful life for Mercer. Until his learned of his true heritage. It was an accident, as far as he can remember. His mother had been speaking to a friend, one he'd never met before, however; he over heard the words son and child. And King of Almyra. He was a bright child, and he was able to piece together what that meant. His father was King of Almyra. Not Lord Daphnel. Maybe, somewhere deep down, he already knew that. It made sense as to why the people of the household never liked him, or loved him as they did the others.
But he was just a child!
They had only tolerated him for the Crest he bore, and he was no stranger to how they treated the Crestless. It was something he'd seen over the travels of the Leicester Alliance, and his venture into the other kingdoms. People who did not inherit Crests, inherited nothing. It was unfair to be cast from a home simply because they did not bear the Crest of their family. Those who inherited nothing, turned to life of thievery and became bandits. Others were too ashamed to live on, or for bringing no honor to their family. Mercer wanted to change that.
And he has been given the chance. He was recently recognized as a legitimate child of House Riegan, becoming the heir after his uncle passed. As the only living male child with a Crest of Riegan, Mercer hopes to change the way the world looks and values Crests. He has enrolled into Garreg Mach Monastery to learn what he can in order to make those changes. And perhaps once he has managed to do so with the Alliance, he plans on doing the same in Almyra. He is also looking forward to meeting an old friend... one he met when he was young, and shared a valuable gift, with.
Sometime before--or after her marriage, it is unclear--Judith became pregnant with Mercer, but Lord Daphnel was not his birth father. For the first few years, Mercer believed that to be the truth. He was raised in the Daphnel household, however; he never understood why the members of the house looked down upon him with such disgust. He was just a child, and they treated him as if he were some... infection. But it did nothing to his spirit, and Mercer grew up reading the books his father had, or what his mother could bring for him. What he enjoyed the most, however, were the training sessions between him and his mother. It was customary that all Leicester people were taught to wield a bow. It was their specialty, and Mercer loved it.
Perhaps it was because it was his chance to bond with his mother, who often called him boy--a term she still uses to this day. It was a peaceful life for Mercer. Until his learned of his true heritage. It was an accident, as far as he can remember. His mother had been speaking to a friend, one he'd never met before, however; he over heard the words son and child. And King of Almyra. He was a bright child, and he was able to piece together what that meant. His father was King of Almyra. Not Lord Daphnel. Maybe, somewhere deep down, he already knew that. It made sense as to why the people of the household never liked him, or loved him as they did the others.
But he was just a child!
They had only tolerated him for the Crest he bore, and he was no stranger to how they treated the Crestless. It was something he'd seen over the travels of the Leicester Alliance, and his venture into the other kingdoms. People who did not inherit Crests, inherited nothing. It was unfair to be cast from a home simply because they did not bear the Crest of their family. Those who inherited nothing, turned to life of thievery and became bandits. Others were too ashamed to live on, or for bringing no honor to their family. Mercer wanted to change that.
And he has been given the chance. He was recently recognized as a legitimate child of House Riegan, becoming the heir after his uncle passed. As the only living male child with a Crest of Riegan, Mercer hopes to change the way the world looks and values Crests. He has enrolled into Garreg Mach Monastery to learn what he can in order to make those changes. And perhaps once he has managed to do so with the Alliance, he plans on doing the same in Almyra. He is also looking forward to meeting an old friend... one he met when he was young, and shared a valuable gift, with.
- - - - - - - I can't seem to find my way home .γ
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He doesn't care if she never remembers him. That she's here with him, now, is all he can ask for. That she's willing to still be with him, he doesn't care if they have to build new memories together with her. He loves her. Will always love her, and if, by chance, she does remember him, well... he doesn't want to overreach too much. And he meant every word he told her. He's going to love her no matter what. And always be there for her.
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When Mercer saw that Cyril was still alive, he was beyond ecstatic. Teach was alive, and that meant more than anything to Merc. It meant that they had a chance, now. A real chance at changing the world, however; Teach still needs to recover. How he isn't dead is beyond Merc, given that he was without sustenance for almost five years, but that doesn't matter. His friend, his advisor is back. He still doesn't understand why he made him leader of an army.
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Mercer was a little pissed, to be honest, when he saw that Senka was alive. How could she not have told them? It hurt because some part of him thought that she didn't trust them. That maybe she thought that she didn't need them. Whatever it was, it hurt, but Mercer has tried to understand where she's coming from. They're both hurting, now, with Sorcha's return, and to add that on top of not forgiving her... well that would be too cruel, even for him.
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Seeing Vridel alive was a great relief to Mercer, but also, it breaks his heart a little. How much time does he have left? How much longer will Vi still be around? These are questions Mercer doesn't want to know the answer to because Vi is his brother. He's never had that with anyone before, and to lose Vi would be like losing a part of his family that is irreplaceable. Maybe... just maybe, they can end this war before it happens, though. He wants Vi to see the world he helped create.
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The war has affected everyone, but Mercer is glad to know that Thea still retains aspects of her old self. It must be hard, though, considering everything she's gone through, but he's glad that she's still her. Too many of them have lost parts of themselves that they can't get back, but she... she is his hope for the future. Because she hasn't let the war taint her as it's tainted everyone else. Not in the same way, at least.
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Amalthea von Kreuz
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β HEAVY ARMOUR βΈβ move in full suit of armor with ease.
β FORTRESS βΈβ immense strength and defense; can take a lot of damage.
β CREST OF CETHLEANN βΈβ major Crest of Cethleann
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Amalthea has lost a lot of the innocence and naivety she had a few years ago. Death and war will do that to a child, and considering Amalthea was quite young, it affected her on a deep level. She hurts on a profound level, and sometimes the pain is physical to the point that she cries. Her heart has not hardened to the hardships they have had to face, but it has made her more reluctant to form close bonds again. The ones she had a few years ago were the first bonds she'd ever been able to cultivate, and to lose that... well, she's not willing to risk it a second time. And so she does what she has to in order to survive with her sister, Lyanna.
She is still the same, warmhearted person, but she's more mature than she used to be. She's been forced to grow up rather quickly, and the residual effects of it are apparent in her demeanor. Where she used to smile so brightly and easily, she frowns and wears a face of melancholy. It is rare that a smile will grace Amalthea's face, nowadays, but she still tries to keep it a part of herself. After all, if she lost herself completely, what would become of her? She doesn't want to lose that, but it's been harder every day to not just give in. To let it all go and lose herself to the numbness she feels: the pain, the hurt, the anguish. She feels like she lost something that day, when everything changed, but she can't quite put her finger to it. It feels like it was something important, like her heart, maybe? Whatever it is, she is doing her best to get it back.
Where she was once not so good at things, Amalthea has learned to perfect the arts in which she trained as a young woman. The strength that she bore in her heart is now manifested in ways that she can hold her own. And it's not just physical strength, either. Amalthea has learned a great deal about the politics of the world, gaining the necessary insight and knowledge that would help her, further, along in order to survive. She is not as dense as she used to be, but she's not quite bright, either. She manages well-enough, though, and can keep up with most things. There is one thing that has not changed in her, though, and that was the love she bore for one person in particular. Her feelings haven't changed on that, but it makes her sad thinking about it.
She wonders if he's doing alright, or if he's okay where he is. He has a burden on his shoulders that she is no longer there to help him with. More than anything, though, Amalthea wants to believe that things will change. That they will get better and be as they were so many years ago. She still longs for those days when it was bright, and there was laughter and friendship. And most of all, she longs for that love that she had for them. She still wishes to bring them joy, even though she knows she can't. She isn't enough, and she'll never be enough for them. But maybe... maybe one day, she can be. She is determined to make the world a better place so that no one ever has to lose their smiles, again... not like she did. For what would the world be like if everyone lost their smiles? A world that Amalthea could not bear to live in.
She is still the same, warmhearted person, but she's more mature than she used to be. She's been forced to grow up rather quickly, and the residual effects of it are apparent in her demeanor. Where she used to smile so brightly and easily, she frowns and wears a face of melancholy. It is rare that a smile will grace Amalthea's face, nowadays, but she still tries to keep it a part of herself. After all, if she lost herself completely, what would become of her? She doesn't want to lose that, but it's been harder every day to not just give in. To let it all go and lose herself to the numbness she feels: the pain, the hurt, the anguish. She feels like she lost something that day, when everything changed, but she can't quite put her finger to it. It feels like it was something important, like her heart, maybe? Whatever it is, she is doing her best to get it back.
Where she was once not so good at things, Amalthea has learned to perfect the arts in which she trained as a young woman. The strength that she bore in her heart is now manifested in ways that she can hold her own. And it's not just physical strength, either. Amalthea has learned a great deal about the politics of the world, gaining the necessary insight and knowledge that would help her, further, along in order to survive. She is not as dense as she used to be, but she's not quite bright, either. She manages well-enough, though, and can keep up with most things. There is one thing that has not changed in her, though, and that was the love she bore for one person in particular. Her feelings haven't changed on that, but it makes her sad thinking about it.
She wonders if he's doing alright, or if he's okay where he is. He has a burden on his shoulders that she is no longer there to help him with. More than anything, though, Amalthea wants to believe that things will change. That they will get better and be as they were so many years ago. She still longs for those days when it was bright, and there was laughter and friendship. And most of all, she longs for that love that she had for them. She still wishes to bring them joy, even though she knows she can't. She isn't enough, and she'll never be enough for them. But maybe... maybe one day, she can be. She is determined to make the world a better place so that no one ever has to lose their smiles, again... not like she did. For what would the world be like if everyone lost their smiles? A world that Amalthea could not bear to live in.
- - - - - - - I will be your sword and shield / your camouflage.γ
For as long as she can remember, Amalthea has always called the Church of Seiros her family. Born some time agoβshe doesn't remember exactly when, probably about sixteen summers agoβAmalthea had always known the Church as a safe haven. People came to pray for their troubles, for family to be safe, or just to visit the Archbishop, Rhea. It was always interesting, seeing people from all walks of life. A curious mind that often left her sister, worried, Amalthea grew up listening to the stories of anyone she could pry them from. She learned about the history of FΓ³dlan through the passing scholarsβshe'd never found it odd that she wasn't allowed to learn too much about it. It was already fascinating enough for her to be told of such things.
Her curiosity knew no bounds and was often enough that, at one point in her life, she remembers being kept on lock-down. She wasn't allowed to interact with anyone outside of her sister, the Archbishop, and the other members of the Church who were always quiet about things. As a young child, she didn't understand. Why couldn't she go play with the other children, or listen to the stories the old people were telling? Her sister had said it was for her protection, but Amalthea was too young to understand what that meant. The only thing she understood was that she was becoming lonely and wanted to make friends again. But even in her solitude, Amalthea's inner light never seemed to dim. Always smiling, always cheerful, she assisted her sister with whatever chores she could. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep Amalthea from feeling too lonely.
Eventually, she was able to get her lock-down lifted. It wasn't an easy feat, but she'd managed to get her sister to convince Rhea as it was the Archbishop who had originally requested it. Even as a young child, Amalthea knew that Rhea was a figure to be feared. There was just something about her that never felt quite safe, and Amalthea made it a habit to never be with the Archbishop, alone. It wasn't too difficult as Rhea was always followed by an entourage of supportersβor whatever they were to her. Amalthea didn't really know, but her fascination with stories only grew from there. And it wasn't just the stories she wanted to hear.
As she got older, Amalthea began becoming sympathetic to the people and their plights. She wanted to help in any way she could, though there really wasn't much she could do. She had some teachings in Faith, but her magic could only do so much. She wanted to protect peopleβto make it so that they didn't have to face any more hardships. For someone so young and inexperienced, there wasn't much she could do. That's when she decided she wanted to be a knight. They had the most romantic stories she'd ever heard, about how they were just and chivalrous. Capable of defending an entire village with just their sword or axe in hand. While they might have been exaggerated, Amalthea knew it was something she wanted to pursue.
It took a lot of effort and convincing on her side, but she was able to get her sister to enroll her into the Officers Academy. While the year hasn't quite started yet, Amalthea is looking forward to achieving her dream of becoming a Great Knight, like the ones in the stories, however; she has yet to decide on a house. She isn't quite from any of the kingdomsβthe Church is all she's known. Perhaps, after some investigation, she'll be able to decide whom she wishes to achieve her dreams with? It won't be easy, thoughβshe likes everyone.
Her curiosity knew no bounds and was often enough that, at one point in her life, she remembers being kept on lock-down. She wasn't allowed to interact with anyone outside of her sister, the Archbishop, and the other members of the Church who were always quiet about things. As a young child, she didn't understand. Why couldn't she go play with the other children, or listen to the stories the old people were telling? Her sister had said it was for her protection, but Amalthea was too young to understand what that meant. The only thing she understood was that she was becoming lonely and wanted to make friends again. But even in her solitude, Amalthea's inner light never seemed to dim. Always smiling, always cheerful, she assisted her sister with whatever chores she could. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep Amalthea from feeling too lonely.
Eventually, she was able to get her lock-down lifted. It wasn't an easy feat, but she'd managed to get her sister to convince Rhea as it was the Archbishop who had originally requested it. Even as a young child, Amalthea knew that Rhea was a figure to be feared. There was just something about her that never felt quite safe, and Amalthea made it a habit to never be with the Archbishop, alone. It wasn't too difficult as Rhea was always followed by an entourage of supportersβor whatever they were to her. Amalthea didn't really know, but her fascination with stories only grew from there. And it wasn't just the stories she wanted to hear.
As she got older, Amalthea began becoming sympathetic to the people and their plights. She wanted to help in any way she could, though there really wasn't much she could do. She had some teachings in Faith, but her magic could only do so much. She wanted to protect peopleβto make it so that they didn't have to face any more hardships. For someone so young and inexperienced, there wasn't much she could do. That's when she decided she wanted to be a knight. They had the most romantic stories she'd ever heard, about how they were just and chivalrous. Capable of defending an entire village with just their sword or axe in hand. While they might have been exaggerated, Amalthea knew it was something she wanted to pursue.
It took a lot of effort and convincing on her side, but she was able to get her sister to enroll her into the Officers Academy. While the year hasn't quite started yet, Amalthea is looking forward to achieving her dream of becoming a Great Knight, like the ones in the stories, however; she has yet to decide on a house. She isn't quite from any of the kingdomsβthe Church is all she's known. Perhaps, after some investigation, she'll be able to decide whom she wishes to achieve her dreams with? It won't be easy, thoughβshe likes everyone.
- - - - - - - everything can stay the same or we could change it all .γ
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She is going to spend it with Vi. The last five years were torture for her. She wasn't sure if he was okay, or if he'd died, or if something had happened to him. Now that he's back, she doesn't plan on letting him go. Ever. For whatever time they have left, she plans on being with him. No matter what, because she cannot bear the thought of a world without him in it. She made a promise to live a year after that, but... she's going to try. For him.
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Amalthea is just glad that her friend is alive. That Senka lied to them about being alive is of little consequence. Amalthea is just glad she hasn't lost everyone. She's glad that she has her friend back, and honestly, she's relieved. With the help of Duscur's troops, she's certain they can persevere and take back what was lost.
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Professor Cyril is alive. Amalthea had been so ecstatic about his return, and also very, very surprised. How he'd managed to survive all this time is a bit of mystery to her, but she's glad he's back. Now... now they have a real chance at changing the world. Not that she doubts Mercer's ability to lead, but... it's comforting just knowing that all of her friends are back. And she's going to fight harder with them.
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When they'd found Sorcha alive as well, Thea was overwhelmed with joy. All of her friends seemed to be returning from the dead as if by some miracle from the goddess. Though Thea knew better than that. Still, to have Sorcha back... it's nice because now it feels like her family is whole again. Even if Sorcha doesn't seem to remember them, Thea wants to help in any way she can to help restore Sorcha's memories. One step at a time.
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Having Sorcha so close and yet so far away. She can't even begin to imagine what that must feel like, but she knows that Mercer will pull through. He's much stronger than he looks, and she was happy when they'd appointed him as the leader of their army. It just seems right, all things considered, but she also hopes that he knows she's there for him, too. For whatever he may need in these difficult times. That's what friends are for, right?
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Pokemon Ambitions
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Twenty five years ago, Team Rocket dominated the pokΓ©mon word. They governed pokΓ©mon distributionβdecided who was fit to be a trainer, and who wasn't. But it wasn't enough. They wanted power, and sought it in the only way that they could obtain itβby finding the legendary pokΓ©mon and making the world's governments bow to them. They built a machine, one that would help them locate these powerful pokΓ©mon, however; it required a certain kind of power.
Psychic power.
Such abilities, however, were rare in the world. Only a small percentage of the world's population contained the genetic material that gave them the gift of psychic abilities, however; even those with such gifts would not be able to fully control the machine. They needed a particularly powerful psychic.
Anastasia Asher was a seemingly ordinary young woman albeit unfortunate enough to be both cursed by Everett'sβa disease likely to kill her by her twenty-fifth birthdayβand blessed with extraordinary psychic power. It was this gift, though, that put her on Team Rocket's radar. They sent three of their top Executives to confirm her abilities, however; they did not expect the attachments and bonds they would form with her. Eryk Nero, their top Executive known as Entei, however, was the one who would form the deepest bond with her. With help from his comrades Kasimir Rheinallt, an undercover Kanto Police Special Force member, and Cyrilla Niav, a distant relative and fellow Executive, they brought down Team Rocket.
Things, however, did not remain unaffected by the deeds of Team Rocket. Though their ideals were less than perfect, there was one all could agree to: the age required to start a pokΓ©mon journey. It was agreed upon by regions around the world that, in order to start a journey, all trainers would have to fit a certain criteria. The most important and main criteria, though: all trainers had to be seventeen years old before they could start their journey. Exceptions were made where pertinent, but potential trainers were required to finish school and be of age before they could journey out into the world with their first pokΓ©mon.
One such trainer, Dominik Nero, the son of Eryk and Anastasia Nero, has recently graduated. He will begin his journey with his cousin, Nasir Rheinallt, the son of Kasimir and Cyrilla Rheinallt. Together, they will travel the region of Hoenn in hopes of achieving whatever dreams they have, and perhaps, inadvertently discover their purpose. They may even make a few friends along the way.
Who knows?
Psychic power.
Such abilities, however, were rare in the world. Only a small percentage of the world's population contained the genetic material that gave them the gift of psychic abilities, however; even those with such gifts would not be able to fully control the machine. They needed a particularly powerful psychic.
Anastasia Asher was a seemingly ordinary young woman albeit unfortunate enough to be both cursed by Everett'sβa disease likely to kill her by her twenty-fifth birthdayβand blessed with extraordinary psychic power. It was this gift, though, that put her on Team Rocket's radar. They sent three of their top Executives to confirm her abilities, however; they did not expect the attachments and bonds they would form with her. Eryk Nero, their top Executive known as Entei, however, was the one who would form the deepest bond with her. With help from his comrades Kasimir Rheinallt, an undercover Kanto Police Special Force member, and Cyrilla Niav, a distant relative and fellow Executive, they brought down Team Rocket.
Things, however, did not remain unaffected by the deeds of Team Rocket. Though their ideals were less than perfect, there was one all could agree to: the age required to start a pokΓ©mon journey. It was agreed upon by regions around the world that, in order to start a journey, all trainers would have to fit a certain criteria. The most important and main criteria, though: all trainers had to be seventeen years old before they could start their journey. Exceptions were made where pertinent, but potential trainers were required to finish school and be of age before they could journey out into the world with their first pokΓ©mon.
One such trainer, Dominik Nero, the son of Eryk and Anastasia Nero, has recently graduated. He will begin his journey with his cousin, Nasir Rheinallt, the son of Kasimir and Cyrilla Rheinallt. Together, they will travel the region of Hoenn in hopes of achieving whatever dreams they have, and perhaps, inadvertently discover their purpose. They may even make a few friends along the way.
Who knows?
Private Roleplay between Nemeseia and Aethyia