⧠Name â§
goes by Alastrina || "My name is Alastrina. What part of that don't you understand?"
⧠Age â§
died at 21; current age unknown || "I find that it's distracting to keep count."
⧠Gender â§
Female || "What kind of question is that?"
⧠Role â§
Spirit One || "I was the very first guardian placed here, in the beginning of these troubles."
⧠Theme Song â§
All Kinds of Kinds || Miranda Lambert
⧠Physical Description â§
Alastrina has straight, light purple hair that falls to her shoulders elegantly. Her eyes are a deep brown, causing a dark feeling to overcome those who look into her orbs. She has a lithe form, standing at only five foot, three inches, her curves only slight, yet her stance and expressions reek maturity and womanhood. She moves with utmost grace, donning a dark magenta dress that trails behind her and hides her feet. Over that, she dons a black hooded cloak. Her shoes are black, heeled boots.
⧠Personality â§
|| "Alas, it matters not how others view me, only if they heed me and the tales I tell them." ||
Alastrina is a very mysterious, secretive being. She reveals nothing about her past or feelings to anyone, including the other spirits. Many a time she will not even talk to them, not wanting to get distracted from her true purpose. They see only what she wants them to see; next to nothing. Alastrina has a certain charmistic aura surronding her; people can't help but be captivated and curious. She declares it a gift, something that helps herf fulfill her duties. She is very driven, but could be said to have tunnel-vision, unable to see anything but the bigger picture of what she wishes to achieve, therefore accidentally looking over the well-being and hearts of others.
⧠History â§
|| "But, darling, if I told you my secrets, you'd never look at me the same way." ||
Alastrina tells no one about her history. Nobody knows that her true name is Aiko Kimaya, for one thing. For another, there's the fact that she knew Yoru, the Spirit Dancer, in her lifetime. For this reason she avoids him while still fulfilling her duties, frightened he'll recognize her. Alastrina was set to guard the theater shortly after the Spirit Dancer took up residence there, the very first to be given such a task. She adopted the alias "Alastrina" (translates to "helper of mankind") in order to protect her true identity and keep her mind on the present rather than the past.
⧠Other â§
|| "Perhaps just one more thing." ||
Alastrina is a story-teller, a spirit who can make stories of the past come alive before everyone's eyes.
⧠Roleplay Sample â§
A mysterious young woman sits in a chair in an old storage room, waving her hands in front of her systematically. As she does so, a ghostly, semi-transparent replica of a young woman by the name of Aiko Kimaya appears before her. The woman smiles softly. As long as her fellow guardians are not around, there is no harm to be had in a quick visit to her past. She blows on the image she has conjured, giving her a voice.
Aiko stands in front of a theater, looking up at its towering shape, lost in thought. Could the rumors be true? She cannot see how they could be, they sound like nothing more than taunting fantasy, designed to keep her questioning herself and what she knew was true.
"Are you really in there, Yoru?" she whispers beneath her breath. "They all say there's someone in there... If they're right, who else would it be? Who else could it be? It's been so long..."
Sighing, Aiko turns away from the theater on her heel, a single tear glistening in her eyes. No. She cannot stay here. It's too difficult, too painful. Maybe someday she'd be able to face the fact and pursue the answers to her questions. But not today. The wound is still a painful one. She must head home now, she knows. Now is not the time. Someday, perhaps. Someday...
The woman raises her hands, allowing the transluctant scene to disperse. She heaves a heavy sigh. Little did she know during that scene, she would soon be trapped in the very theater she had been too pained to enter. But she would no longer be the girl called Aiko Kimaya. No, she would become Alastrina, a guardian spirit with tales to tell, toil never done.
But she can no longer think back to those times. The others may invade at any given moment. She must now go, she knows. She always must leave, just like on that day centuries upon centuries ago.