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Theta Rory

"Sometimes you have to wonder, because if you don't, nothing will ever change."

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a character in “The Mirroreds”, as played by mirrorones

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Theta Rory
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Full Name:
Theta Ji-Hyun Rory
Nicknames/Aliases:
Beta ♦ Roar ♦ Thea ♦ Choi Ji-Hyun
Age:
17 Years Old
Gender:
Female
Mirror Type/Artifact Used:
The Kind: Mirror of Hope ♦ Violet flower charm
Title:
The Fox
Description:
Theta is an average height teenager with long dark brown hair that flows to her lower back.
It can be seen wavy most of the time. Pale skinned and delicate, Theta is stronger than she appears.
She has bright brown eyes and rose pink lips.

Description of Mirrored:
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Theta's mirrored is a white creature with large wings and a long bulging tail. It is quite small in stature. It's height is only about 2 feet and 6 inches. The long bulging bushy tail looks as if nine tails that were dipped in black ink, sprout from one white tail root at the creatures end. The tail is used to defend and fight for the creature most of the time. The wings are deemed useless as the thing cannot fly, but they are there as a way to protect and hide it's face when in need. It's hair can only be described as white as freshly fallen snow and as soft as violet flower petals in the early spring. Three eyes crown the things pointed head with two eyes on either side of the middle that are as blue as the Caribbean Sea and one in the center of its head that is a black as burnt ebony wood. The black eye is what Theta believes is how the creature contacts her. She calls the creature her "Foxface", as it represents her purity, kindness, and unseen strength.
Personality:
Theta can be distinguished by both her complexity of character and the unusual range and depth of her talents. Strongly humanitarian in outlook, she tends to be and idealist, and because of her preference for closure and completion, she is generally more of a "doer" as well as a dreamer. This rare combination of vision and practicality often results in her taking a disproportionate amount of responsibility in the various causes to which she seems to be drawn to.

She tends to be deeply concerned about her relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large. She is sometimes mistaken for an extrovert because she appears very outgoing and is genuinely interested in people -- a product of the Feeling function she will readily show to the world. On the contrary, Theta can be a true introverts, which she can only be emotionally intimate and fulfilled with a chosen few from among her long-term friends, family, or obvious "soul mate." While instinctively courting the personal and organizational demands continually made upon her by others, at times she will suddenly withdraw into herself, sometimes shutting out everyone. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for her, providing both time to rebuild her depleted resources and a filter to prevent the emotional overload to which she is susceptible as inherent "givers." As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most confusing aspect of the enigmatic character to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood -- particularly by those who have little experience with this rare type.

Due in part to the unique perspective produced by this alternation between detachment and involvement in the lives of the people around her, Theta may well have the clearest insights of all the types into the motivations of others, for good and for evil. The most important contributing factor to this uncanny gift, however, are the empathetic abilities, which seem to be especially heightened in her. This empathy can serve as a classic example of the two-edged nature of her talents, as it can be strong enough to cause discomfort or pain in negative or stressful situations. She also has a knack for fluency in language and facility in communication. In contrast to what may be thought of her, Theta can be very socially awkward and shy before she really gets to know you, but when she does really know you, she opens up and lets that person in completely.

Skills:
♦Quick Wit - Theta has a fast paced mind and can easily think quickly on her feet when needed to
♦Language - Theta knows how to twist peoples words and restate things people had said in a way that benefits herself or another
♦Sensitive and Warm - Helping to ensure stability, Theta seeks harmony and cares deeply about other people's feelings, being careful not to offend or hurt anybody. She can be a strong team player, and win-win situations are the stuff smiles are made of.

Weaknesses:
♦Too Selfless - Theta sometimes tries to establish her value with doting attention, something that can quickly overwhelm those who don't need it, making it ultimately unwelcome. Furthermore, she often neglects her own needs in the process.
♦Awkward - When someone first meets her, Theta can be very shy and awkward around them. She would do anything for them if they needed help, but would be very quite until she completely read the person.

Brief History:
Theta was originally born under the Korean name of Choi Ji-Hyun, but took on the English alias of Theta Rory. For the most part she only goes by Theta and is rarely called her Korean name. She was raised as a part of the Adherents of the Sinking Dawn and groomed to be kind and caring. Her artifact was appearing to her over and over again and made frequent appearances when she was only 6. The violet flower always had a connect to her in someway, but she could not remember how. When the fox kept on appearing to her she was at first confused why her Mirrored would be like that. She grew to understand its nature and love the creature.
Other:
When she was given her English alias, her parents very carefully selected the name based off of what Mirror Type they hoped she be. The chosen alias of Theta Rory comes from the unique meanings of both of the names. Theta, meaning "To Heal" plays key role in her Kind mirror type. Rory, meaning "Red Completion" is used often to symbolize foxes and can be seen in her Mirrored which she calls her "Foxface"

So begins...

Theta Rory's Story

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Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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The table was usually a warm place to recoup and settle down, but today it was a cold place. There sat a troubled adolescence who looked deeply into the distance, only to see many people within her view. She sat there in quite and ate her breakfast which composed of a glass of ice water and some bibimbap. The egg was over cooked and rice too chewy. Not always the preferred combination, but today it would have to do. The girl picked up her fork and began to dive into the dish.

She looked on at her notebook in which she wrote in her tasks and missions for the day. "Theta, once again you have nothing exciting scheduled for today" she exclaimed to herself. She looked up at the twins who were right within her view. She sighed as she heard their promise. "I wish them the best. It is difficult it is to climb up to the top." She muttered. She didn't know what she was saying to herself. In fact she never even remotely attempted to climb the ranks like the twins were going to. She got to where she was by pure accident.

The twins promise spiked an idea into Theta's mind. What would happen if she actually attempted to climb the ranks like the twins were? She could try to just like the twins were going to. Surely it couldn't be too bad. She could try to join in on their sessions. Theta wasn't too far away from their age, and after all at one point she was considered a "prodigie" too.

"I wonder..." She asked as she looked onto the twins conversation with the man.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Ivryene Ornvar Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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They really are skilled at looking innocent Verge thought, smirking at his younger coworkers to let them know that puppy dog eyes weren't going to work on him. He could tell they were lying as well, but let it slide, only calmly saying "See that you do," with a dismissive hand wave.

If they thought for a second they had fooled him he'd be seriously insulted at their lack of faith in his intelligence.
He didn't bother nagging them, though, as he himself was more scolding them because he was going to get in trouble for their misbehavior as well. He did feel bad for the poor pacifist summoner, but honestly: why had Gale and Olive been assigned to him in the first place? The only explanation was that the Adherents wanted to warp this Summon into something other...in which case, if anything, Gale and Olive had only sped up the process.

With that thought in his head, he paused and rested his head on his interlocked fingers. Had they been having fun or had the twins foreseen this? He'd ask but the knowledge of the deliberate warping wasn't supposed to be discussed aloud. But even if they'd unpredictably been following implied orders, they reacted more than predictably to his challenge AND hints at higher rank, and he chuckled, blinking slowly as he straightened.

"Remember," he said lowly. "Sometimes, a manipulator cannot indulge if they want the end result. Self control is one of the most important factors. Self control will let you project an aura to those who see you, simply with body language and mannerisms, and that transfers onto your Summon. The more people that 'see' what you want them to think of you as a person, the further your Summon can project an illusion, understand?"

He waved again with a graceful hand, and rolled his head to relieve stress in his neck. Double purposed, he also used it to scan the room with narrowed golden eyes, picking out both the brewing fight with one of the returning mission-goers and the girl with the Mirror of Hope looking at them from nearby.

He sat straight again, made eye contact with each twin by turn and then swept his eyes side to side.

Look around those actions meant.

He hoped that the Spiders remembered.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Ivryene Ornvar Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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The children of Eden gave no indication as to whether or not their tormenting of the poor trainee had been for a deliberate purpose, instead of just a childish prank for their own amusement. They had, at any rate, dropped the apologetic looks entirely, replacing them with their signature smiles of complete innocence as they finished off their meals.

It didn’t take long for them to pick up on the signal, luckily. Picking at the leftover crumbs on his plate, Gale glanced over at the piles of food remaining from lunch- and, in the process, getting a glance at one of the two Verge had been looking at himself.

Theta. Another of the born-and-raised Adherents.

Mentally, he sneered at the girl, although his disdain was well hidden.

β€œYou don’t think they’ll turn us away if we went up for seconds, do you?” Gale began, voice bright as he eyed the options available at the front. β€œThey didn’t give us much to eat, after all, and I’m still quite hungry.”

β€œI think they will.” Olive had opted to rest her head on her arms, hair hiding her face like a curtain- and allowing her to watch the other, Ivyrene (speaking of self-control…), in the process. β€œThat old witch up front never gives us enough food. We could just go to the vending machines to get some snacks, though.”

β€œOh, so now you want to go get something from the vending machines?” Gale teased.

β€œYes, now, because I don’t like eating only trail mixes and Doritos every day. We had something else, so I don’t mind getting a snack now-”

β€œWell, won’t it just be the same thing? I don’t see much difference-”

In spite of the pair’s apparent argument, their voices were surprisingly calm for those their age. It was almost humorous, really, although it served a clear purpose if one was aware of how, exactly, the twins worked. They had lifted their heads, turning to face one another, and as they spoke, their eyes reflected a different conversation from the one that they were currently having.

An exchange between siblings. Mute, hidden beneath years of careful practice, but an exchange nonetheless.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Ivryene Ornvar Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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"...Maybe It would be better if I was to just watch them for a bit?" Theta mumbled. She turned a looked towards the long line of people waiting for food. Her hair began to slide onto her face concealing it. She fell deeper into the slump of wonder. You could see that she was in thought. It was written all over her face.

Theta, picked up fer fork once again and resumed eating her bibimbap. She was careful to look as if she was not stuffing her face all at once and not looking like a slob when eating. Though she tried to keep her face held down and focused on what the day brought ahead, her eyes could not help but wander up and glance around at the empty table around her. In her line of view was the twins, who seemed to be acting differently than before. She kept close watch of them and forgot about her surrounding when suddenly her hand pushed too hard against the side of the bowl and made the bowl of hot rice and namul fall onto her lap.

She quickly got up from her seat and moved back. She did this quietly and tried not to catch anyone's attention. How embarrassing would it be to have your breakfast fall all over you? In a hurry she cleaned up and threw the rest of her food away in the garbage next to the vending machines. She stood there in panic as she tried to clear the stain from her shirt.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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Verge broke into the twins’ secret exchange with the prompt, β€œGo on and get more food. Remind them who you are. And how angry higher ups will be if you are found to be not up to par on your physicals. Although that β€˜old witch’ happens to be a powerful Mirror of Clarity, who was badly injured in the field. Give her a break because she can see right through you.” He teased.

Motion in the corner of his eye turned his head, and he watched dispassionately as Theta’s food fell over her. β€˜Well, I’ll be right back.” He announced casually, standing up and heading over towards the girl. As he walked, he shrugged off his zip up hoodie, revealing a much neater and formal white shirt beneath. β€œYou might appreciate this.” He said kindly, offering the girl the black cloth with a twinkle in his eyes. β€œAt least until you get out of those clothes. You’re Theta, aren’t you?”

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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Theta smiled, but her face was still bright red from embarrassment. "Thanks". She said meekly as she took the clothing. "And yes." She looked up at him, she knew she has seen him around before and she knew his name, but at this moment as she was drowning in in embarrassment from someone noticing the food incident, she completely blanked. It started with a V and she knew that. Victor? Vincent? Vladimir? Verge?

For a few seconds she was standing there, still covered in bibimbap, trying to figure out his name. "Ow" she whimpered. She pulled at her burned shirt. A large red burn wound sat under her shirt right where the bibimbap hit her. She tried not to let him notice that it began to hurt her. She kept a straight face through the entire conversation. She put on the hoodie and did a slight bow. "gamsahamnida" she said quietly as she continued to look at Verge, still trying to remember his name.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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"Verge!"

Someone swung through the doors as some speed, bare feet skidding on the linoleum as the small figure attempted to redress some kind of balance in order to stop upon catching sight of one of her intended targets. She overshot by a good few feet and had to scramble back level with the vending machines, and stood there, shuffling restlessly from foot to foot.

Standing at five foot two, hair messy and askew, rainbow-coloured woolen sweater with some poorly rendered cat design on the front reaching almost to her knees, where it was taken over by a skirt that went down to her mid-calves, showing that the girl had, once again, forsaken shoes in favour of apparently expediency.

Helena Norrevinter. The Rabbit. Named both for her summoned counterpart, and the ongoing joke about how far down the rabbithole she'd gone. Of the many people who might rush through the door in such a way, Helena was probably one of the least unusual ones.

"Verge..have you got a sharpie or something like that? I need one...like...right now. Turquiose sort of colour would be best, but I can work with whatever."

It was in part she was asking because she believed Verge might be amenable to helping her out.
It was also in part that she felt he might be one of the few people who'd not yet caught on to rebuff her requests for permanent markers as she was not sure if he knew about the confiscation order.

She was, however, pretty sure he'd been present during....that week. The week that had seen the confiscation order passed in the first place. Still... maybe most people had forgotten about it by now.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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β€œAh, Helena! Good to see you!” Verge smiled brightly at the other young lady before giving Theta a concerned frown. β€œYou should probably get that to the infirmary, if it burns.” He assumed, as most of the cafeteria food was hot (though not hot and she’d made that little pained noise so perhaps she was hurt. He even managed to look concerned, then turned his attention back to the Rabbit.

β€œAnd what are you planning now?” his smile was intended to be dazzling. Oh, he was well aware of the confiscation order, as his part in that week was why he still didn’t have one of the fancy titles the other Adherents sported. And as revenge, he kept on helping Helena out. Maybe he even believed that the girl had a strange sort of genius to her. After all, that week had exposed a few structural insecurities, if in a rather unorthodox way. Not that they gave her credit. β€œAnd sorry, but I don’t keep sharpies on me in the morning. I have a few in my room, though, but I think they’re all black.”

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Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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Theta nodded. She looked at Helena. "I have a sharpie if you need it that badly." She said. She reached for her bag which she placed beside the garbage can. That had bibimbap stain on it too, but it wasn't as noticeable as it blended in with the pattern. She stuck her hand inside and grabbed something. "Here" she answered as she held out a bright red colored pencil case. "There should be plenty in there."

Theta's hand kept still over the burn spot. It made it feel a bit better with some sort of pressure on it. "I should get going." She said to Verge and Helena. "Thank you" she did a slight bowed to Verge again. She sighed and began to walk to the infirmary.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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Seeing that Verge had gone to occupy himself with Theta, the twins had quietly gone back to their wordless conversation, rising from their seats and going to retrieve seconds from the front as they did so. They chose to take their time in picking out what they wanted (surprisingly, the server had allowed them to get more without much of a problem, merely grumbling her displeasure and ushering them along the line), but not once did their attention leave their mentor and his new company.

Gale was amused.

Olive was impressed.

In spite of the fact that, in reality, Theta had been there for longer than they, it didn’t seem to show. Acting as clumsy and awkward as if she were a newcomer, visibly fumbling, and-

Their trains of thought were cut short at the sudden appearance of Helena, and, in spite of themselves, both brightened in their own ways. Olive visibly perked up, beaming at the older and waving with no lack of enthusiasm, while Gale only gave his own little wave and slight smile. They quite liked Helena; for a Mirror of Spite wielder, she was quite the fun to have around. That week, in fact, had given them the most entertainment they had had in awhile…

Of course, if questioned, they would firmly deny any form of involvement in that week. The occurrence of the literal rat race that had occurred was no fault of theirs, and there was no proof serving that it was. Placing their now-filled trays upon their table, the twins moved to join the older girl and Verge- after all, if there were markers, then there was a chance of another week like that one happening once again.

Only, upon joining the pair (well, trio if you counted Theta), they immediately fell silent, hands clasped in polite silence as they watched a certain someone walk into the canteen.

Mr. Pelacour. The Pierrot. Percival. The Mockingbird.

One of more higher-up Adherents.

β€œI’m going on a limb and guessing that you were on a mission during that week, as well as the following announcements on Ms. Helena’s restrictions.” The Hope summoner was quite fresh-faced for his position, appearing nothing like the balding, suited men one would expect to be in his place. Bright orange hair combed with care, but not entirely tamed- several locks had fallen out of place, curling upwards and bobbing with each step-, a wrinkled shirt and pants to go with them, and a deck of cards sticking haphazardly out of his pocket. Nevertheless, Percival held himself with clear authority beneath his relaxed appearance, and it was with a certain sureness that he reached forward, gripping the pencil case before Helena could.

β€œJust so you know, sharpies are forbidden to our Rabbit, as well as blue, green, and yellow feathers, walnuts, and html code written on paper. Anyway,” without much of a warning, the man flashed a bright grin, β€œsorry for interrupting, everyone. Carry on, have a nice day, sayonara; what have you.”

Before he turned to leave, however, he added, β€œOh, and speaking of meetings, there will be one coming up today. Hope none of you did anything worth complaining about recently~!”

The last part, as expected of Percival, was said in an almost sing-song voice as he finished the turn, beginning to walk away with hands folded behind his back.

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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Taken back by the sudden appearance of Mr. Pelacour, Theta stopped, walked back, and looked in confusion at the group. She began to bite her tounge in hopes it might spark a memory. "Oh, ...that week?" She said quietly. Her voice changed pitch just a bit. "I was...umm...out during that week." She looked at Helena and then down to her pencil case in Mr. Pelacour's hand. "Just...umm... so I'm on the same page with everyone here,... what exactly happened that week?" She asked almost innocently. Was it her fault that she was on a mission the week in question? Are those little details that important? Isn't there a way to forgive and forget? Helena couldn't possibly do anything too terrible right? She looked around waiting for an answer with her arms folded tightly around the burn spot she acquired, making sure Mr. Pelacour did not notice.

She looked at the twins and at Verge, hoping she didn't look like a complete fool out in front of them. She could feel a strange stare from the twins as if they disapproved of her awkward and timid behavior. "Anyoung hee gaseyo" She said quietly as she slightly bowed her head at Mr. Pelacour signaling a goodbye.

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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A flicker of disappointment crossed the young woman's features as the marker pen was snatched away from her grasp by an individual too high-ranked to conceivably argue with.

Helena accepted the sharpie-related sanctions quite grudgingly. Frankly she didn't think it was really necessary. What were the chances of...that week happening again?

Still, as it came from the top she did feel the need to make, at least, a cursory attempt to try and uphold the measures that had been set down at the end of the week. Once all the seagulls had been shooed out.

"No-one's allowed to talk about the specific events of That Week." she explained after a few moments, smiling.
"In case anyone tries to recreate it, or in case it reminds me exactly how I managed to do the thing with the boat..."

Helena paused for a moment.
"Uh I've probably said too much."

With access to the marker pen barred to her, The Rabbit pulled a tattered looking notebook from her pockets and began flipping through the dog-eared pages, apparently looking for some kind of alternative to the item.
"I haven't done anything. Not recently. Not recently that anyone knows about. Nope."

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Character Portrait: Gale Eden Character Portrait: Olivia Eden Character Portrait: Verge Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Theta Rory

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β€œFlattery doesn’t suit you, Verge,” Percival drawled, making a complete 180 in order to face his employees. β€œIf you’re that desperate to get a proper title, however perhaps you should take up a few extra trainees here and there? A little more work could get you far.” Without waiting to assess the other’s reaction, he stepped forth, smiling charmingly at both Helena and Theta alike.

β€œAs our Rabbit helpfully explained, the events of That Week are very much classified. While I would love for you to be aware of what the consequences would be if such things were allowed to happen again, I’m sure that you know better than to do such a thing.” This, of course, was said with an ear-to-ear grin- a warning in its own right. Bringing his gaze back onto the subject of trouble, he smiled even wider, eyes flashing brightly.

β€œI’m sure you haven’t, miss Norrevinter. In fact, I can say for sure that all of you have done decently well in terms of following the rules; at least, if you haven’t, there are no official reports filed against you.”

β€œMr. Pelacour?” Having been silent for a majority of the higher up’s speech, Olive suddenly spoke up, brown eyes wide and filled with what appeared to be innocence. β€œUm, sorry, but when can me and Gale go out on field missions again? I mean, we like it here n’ all, but it’s a little boring sometimes.”


It was clear from the light smirk upon Percival’s face that he was not falling for this new act, as well. β€œWell, after your last stunt, we’ve had to take some time to clean things up, but you two should be just about ready to be pulled off of probation. I’m sure you learned your lesson by now, right?” To this, Olive gave a hearty nod, beaming brightly at the older figure and giving her skirt a swirl.

Gale had been content to let his sister speak for him, by the looks of it. While the other Eden vyed for Percival’s attentions, he had been using the opportunity to give his own smirk- eerily mature in its own right- at Theta. With any luck, she would assist Helena in spite of the circumstances; the base was long overdue for some excitement, after all.