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Karkinos enfant terrible
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reqium eternal ,
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๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ท๐๐ถ๐๐ธ๐ ๐๐ป,
~ โฆ โฒโต * โตโฒโต * โตโฒ โฆ ~
| Maomi Kimobwa | Yashaba Keru | Micheal Welhan Kellogg |
~ โฆ โฒโต * โตโฒโต * โตโฒ โฆ ~
bullet right through the sternum .
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Karkinos enfant terrible
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Name: Afra ibn Saphar al-Rashid ('Afra, daughter of Saphar, the Rightly-Guided')
Age: 236
Race: Laguz
Gender: Female
Affiliated Nation: Goldoa
Class: White Dragon
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Inventory:
- Bronze upright shield with Daein painted flagship; carried on her back.
- Laguz Stone (x2) โ 3 uses each.
- Concoction (x2) โ 6 uses each.
- Gallon jug of beer (x2).
- No armor.
โฌฅ half-shifting for intermittent scales, armored appendages, horns, and tail. cuts dexterity and offers only minimal defense. nonetheless, traits can manifest separately and instantaneously.
โฌฅ full-shifting into a quadruped White Dragon form. wingless but with peak agility, resistance, and power. gains access to breath. can sustain this form for upwards of ___ .
โฌฅ dragon sense to subconsciously locate other dragon tribe laguz within a 50-meter distance.
โฌฅ full-shifting into a quadruped White Dragon form. wingless but with peak agility, resistance, and power. gains access to breath. can sustain this form for upwards of ___ .
โฌฅ dragon sense to subconsciously locate other dragon tribe laguz within a 50-meter distance.
My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt... and my breath death!
โ The Hobbit or There and Back Again
Personality โ
Of silver tongue and red soul. The แด๊ฐสแด welded from her experiences is, primarily, แดแดษด๊ฐษชแด แดษดแด, believing herself gifted, of high order, and carrying herself with similar loftiness. This pride runs deep; it permits she have her own opinions separate of allegiance. The objective sort, she holds others to this as well.
AFRA is far from a patriot, but nonetheless proud of her heritage. She is distasteful of disguising her attributes; when she can boast, she will. Horns never hurt anyone.
The Goldoans tend to see the world in reds, whites, and blacks, to which แด๊ฐสแด agrees and disagree. She has the speed and wit of a White Dragon but she knows dignity and personal duty like a Black Dragon. And much like a Red Dragon, she is welded hot, a tactician outside of battle but a cognoscente of it and adversity in-general. Many Goldoans fear their feral instincts; they train in half-shifting: half-measures. She may do the same, but she will assure you, when there is a time to release the dragon, she will take it.
Sustaining transformation is two-fold; physical wellness is pertinent, as is an unclouded conscience and mental state. Cool-headed แดสแดสษช๊ฑแดแด: แด๊ฐสแด'๊ฑ forte. She distinguishes herself from other Goldoans in being grounded. Her perfect evening has a little banter, some tale-telling, a good ale or two. แด๊ฐสแด has a genuine, unfettered curiosity of Tellus at large, gleaned over her nose. Fixated with authority, she projects a right to othersโ concerns, especially those they refuse to tell her, the dark ones that flit in their eyes and smell of fear. She wants to know others strengths and flaws for realist purposes too โ forbid they trip over one another in the case of bandantry. And who else to protect all these relative children with armor, swords, and staves but the fire-breathing dragon?
Her pride runs deep. แด๊ฐสแด has simply decided she likes the Beorc and the other Laguz, but overlooks their dynamics like the opulent patron of a theatre performance. แดษดแดแดษดแดแดสษดแดแด , detached, dispassionate. She thinks too highly of herself to open up emotionally in the conversations she creates; she simply thinks too less of others to allow them similar privilege. Her orotundity can realize as social inelegance, overstepping and asking too much of of othersโ punitive little lives.
Background โ
For many years โ โmany,โ distant and incomprehensible as that word becomes throughout a lifetime, either a true 'many' years, enough for kings to keel and earth itself to shift, or a short-lived 'many,' much like a 'decade' or a 'century' in the Beorc languages. Nevermind which; somewhen, it was decided the surviving members of the Dragon Tribe would not consult with the wider world for political and economic matters, period. Somewhen, there was warring, havoc, awry, and perhaps it was spurred by Beorc bigotry or rival Lagaz pride โ perhaps it was spurred by those beastial, temperamental urges underlying much of Goldoan way of life.
Amidst the amelioration of outside Tellus, the Dragon Tribe stood alone with few contributions to give, fewer cares to do so, but the massacre of the Heron Laguz drew some to raise their heads from their stupors. Perhaps too late; some charity was issued to the remains of Serenes, ferried over by fringe royals on order of His Majesty. Before the tragedy, แด๊ฐสแด was a marionette to the purposes of the king and his court. Listless, bemoaning the liability of her pure White Dragon lineage, in her developmental hundred-years โ this was her first taste of consequence. She remembers the scale of destruction, the tomes, literature, paintings, property, and the lives reduced to ash before her eyes. Many of these things Goldoa would never know were lost forever. Even the Ravens and Hawks which gathered from far away bore mechanications entirely foreign โ arbitrary to her tribe, but fascinating nonetheless. And what if they were devastated too? Would it be any less a loss even if it occurred opposite of a mountain range?
Truthfully, her tutelage spoke of Tellus as many Beorc and Laguz learned of Goldoa: existing in legend and fallible oral lore. Stories impartially recollected but with that underlying, poisoning whisper of danger far-off. The Dragon Tribe is a fearful race, แด๊ฐสแด decided, upon her foray into the real world. They lay on hoards of antiquated goods and ideas, pontificating, (she pontificated) when their nobles are all stiff-lipped and decided through caste. The damned castes โ the idea that a Black Dragonโs might and their authority were equatable at all. While แด๊ฐสแด grew into her intrepidity, she grew in accomplishment, and controversy inevitably rose as she advocated interventionist policy even the long-standing pacifist king tagged as โtoo radical.โ She substituted her grandfatherโs place as head tactician when he retired from politics โ the title for her mostly proved a lure for her strong opinions to be heard. She wanted Goldoa to become more than legendary but viable to the wider world. She wanted participation in the United Bird Tribes! She wanted trade relations with neighboring Laguz nations! But what แด๊ฐสแด aspired for herself was to become an ambassador, a diplomat who travelled beyond nation, who represented the shining qualities of the Dragon Tribe: their confidence, their intellect.
Goldoa, making small, hesitant steps, met none of แด๊ฐสแด'๊ฑ demands but did appoint several court members, including her, to representative status, together known as the Knighted Chancellery. แด๊ฐสแด happily sacrificed one of the higher positions in Goldoan court. But, as usual, she would take full advantage. The Chancellery was assigned cursory ambassador tasks โ observing foreign climate and directly informing His Majesty; attending social events to improve relationships between themselves and Lagaz nations, many which eyed them warily for this very new direction in Goldoan policy. The Chancellery was small and split between Gallia and Phoenicis. Wingless as she was, it was considered more convenient for แด๊ฐสแด to convene with the Beast Tribes to the north โ Gallia was certainly most convenient for her ambitions.
This was as she saw it: From racially-motivated pirate attacks off the coasts of Phoenicis to the legacy of anti-Lagaz expression from Daein to the Begnion Empire, if any Lagaz tribe wanted lasting peace, the conversation would have to include the Beorc. Objectively, there was no other option. Gallia, in this regard, was forward-thinking as its alliance with Crimea proved. แด๊ฐสแด wanted to begin there and move clockwise.
แด๊ฐสแด regularly attended meetings between both Gallian and Crimean nobility, and a historical inclination to the Lagaz made relations easy to maintain; that was one country sealed โ almost too easy when, meanwhile, countries like Daein sat on millennia of injustices, loath to any cross-racial conversation at all. She could request reposition there to no avail; it was unspeakable, dangerous. And แด๊ฐสแด was sick of meekness.
As recalcitrant as she was in regards to Goldoanโs caste system, แด๊ฐสแด knew change warranted risk. She took matters into her own hands and she went for befitting White Dragon subterfuge. Obviously, this went beyond the breadth of her authority but she couldnโt become a โpersona non grataโ if His Majesty, nor foreign rulers, knew not the millerโs daughter she impersonated on the streets. Apparently, the Chancellery had a resource for Daein socio-political climate after all.
If anyone were to glean her insubordination, แด๊ฐสแด'๊ฑ would be stripped of her position altogether. Nevertheless:
This was, in แด๊ฐสแด'๊ฑ opinion, the sole convenience of the human form: disguise (pointed ears aside), which she adopted guilty. All the same, in the heart of the lionโs den, the โChildren of Wisdomโโs stomping grounds, even over these supposed โmanyโ years that dissipated like sea foam โ it didnโt mean little happened. โManyโ things โ that is a genuine, record-shattering โmanyโ โ changed, though mostly in a gradual, time-permitting sense. South of the mountains, a day is a week is a month until a year passes, but the Beorc track all of these like they do the stars and seas. Their world is a running wheel. Time moves.
แด๊ฐสแด was reminded, quite starkly, of her mortality compared to their own; most crucially, she was reminded to appreciate moments as they came. She learned the glory of the unknown, of threat of exposure and expulsion, of triumph and adventure. She learned about pubs and drank enough to poison a cow โ not a dragon. She lived a second life with far less gradiosity than the real thing but which managed to feel a spot more fulfilling. And the people sheโs met, so far, have been the most important as they can be when you live for upwards of a thousand years.
Time began to move and แด๊ฐสแด began to wander. The millerโs daughter catches wind of the Desert Hare on the outskirts on the kingdom. There is something enticing about it. It has been several months, anyway; the Chancellery will soon be expected to report to the king after years away from court. Likely, it is the most inopportune time to go.
A lone dragon slings assorted goods on her shoulder and swaggers onto a circle of covered wagons. She is dressed like the impoverished but curtsies like a princess. And a demonโs horns mar her forehead. She offers to protect and guide as only she โ she is convinced โ can do. She wants to make the most of dwindling time.
แดสษชษขษชษดแดส แดแดสแดสแดษชแด สส แดแดษขแดแดษช แดแดษชแดแด
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Karkinos enfant terrible
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แดแดแดแดแดสแดษดแดแด โ
> Civilian
> Costumed ... with dark tights.
แดแดษดแด แดสส๊ฑแดแดส โ
Information interweaving and infinitesimal โ a bite-sized crystal invisible to the human eye. Its power hidden in the datal dimension of แดแดสแดษด'๊ฑ phone. Her mana crystal, when dormant, is a .WAV file nestled in the โMusicโ app among an eclectic library: 80โs city and synthpop; acid jazz; math rock from further East; hardcore punk from the West. Activated, the mana crystal runs magic through her headphones to form the signature headpiece of her magical girl costume; a walkman-esque device studded fairy kei-style hangs from her waist.
That elusive power presents itself to her, after so long. All she has to do is hit play.
แด ษชสแดแดแด โ
Justice; impartiality, equity, balance, honor. It means a lot of weighted things to แดแดสแดษด at this point of her life, many of which she was denied in her โcareer.โ Maybe justice is a response, sheโs thinking โ because if someone commits an injustice, there ought to be a karmic response. Always. Because the world would be less of a mess if people were held accountable for their actions, and she holds to this more than ever with quiet, impassioned resolve.
แดแดษขษชแด โ Lapins dans la lune .
The Lord Rabbit was sent down from the moon by its goddess to save the people of Earth from a deadly plague. It pounded elixirs with its special mallet. Then, it transformed into a young woman, giving to those in need across the city.
Karen, alias Cherry Bonne-Bonne, has increased vitality, senses, and leg strength benefiting her patron, the 'rabbit in the moon.' A subconscious rhythm thrums in her ears during combat, pacing her attacks if she concentrates, thereby filling some holes in her negligibly combat prowess.
Karen, alias Cherry Bonne-Bonne, has increased vitality, senses, and leg strength benefiting her patron, the 'rabbit in the moon.' A subconscious rhythm thrums in her ears during combat, pacing her attacks if she concentrates, thereby filling some holes in her negligibly combat prowess.
| Side A โ Mirrors summon, hover, where she commands. โฆ Have a max height of her own, a minimum height of the average hand mirror. โฆ Are physical constructs; they are ostensibly glass with a sharp outer edge. โฆ Can reflect magical attacks though only through active command. | Side B โ Swaps people, objects, or other entities if they are of similar mass. โฆ Occurs within line of sight. โฆ Ease of swapping depends on distance away and overall mass. โฆ Position-swapping will be exact so momentum is maintained if its present. |
แดแดสแดษด could have considered herself an ordinary, if talented, teenage girl; a multi-instrumentalist and aspiring songwriter from a low-income family: a much younger brother; a single, busy, working mother scraping together what she could for the both of them. She wanted to make them proud. So she salvaged the courage to perform at a young talent convention โ lost, but won the heart of an onlooking producer who approached her with a lifetime opportunity: a music career.
Once, โแดแดสษช๊ฑ" of junior idol troupe, mi-Amour, appeared on real-life, genuine television before everyone in Kaigo: her mother, her brother, her father somewhere far away. She was on the precipice of her dream; patently the most popular among twenty-something, bright-eyed little girls with her own niche and guitar literacy to boot. From interview to public appearance, there was a patent potential brimming underneath that nervous smile. But it was exactly that they were pimping, too. It took a year or so for Karen to realize what she was enduring so much backstage for was, simply put, a pipe dream. A vacant promise. She was something for her manager to use, for the public to masticate and spit out โ and controversy, they ate it up. The irony of what poor แดแดสษช๊ฑ, the "cute one", was being made to do, as expounded on in an "anonymous" tip-off to law enforcement, was not lost.
Life For mi-Amour, their documentary, would not enter filming. Their upcoming tour was cancelled. And that was all she wrote.
Of course, nowadays, the Kaigo City idol scene seems impractical with the rise of J-Rock and international acts imported from the West. Just three years later, the talent-scouting series and its fruits, mi-Amour, have both vanished from popular furor. Any fond remembrance is plastered in hastily-removed remnants on subway cars and amongst the back aisles of seedy convenience stores. Sometimes it seems like แดแดสแดษด is the only one actively living with the memory. As if she could return to an ordinary life; as if she could focus on grades and other mundanities, or sleep, or pick up a guitar ever, ever, again. Pulled out of school on "medical leave," she has been isolated, tossing, turning, mulling over something in her mind for a long time. About power, mainly, and where it comes from; the Keeper might have been attracted to that. And while แดแดสแดษด doesn't appreciate them answering the question for her โ "Power come from virtue!" โ she does see something different in this contract. A purpose. Payoff. Because there are other little girls like แดแดสษช๊ฑ in Kaigo City, suffering in silence. What they need is an idol .
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