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In The Shattering of Aegis → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Walking was good exercise. Eila often walked around Buscon freely, finding the outside air good for her health. But the streets were paved and even and her shoes were always comfortable. She assumed her boots were far more comfortable than her usual heels, but she had not accounted for how rough a road could be on one's feet. The uneven earth had her hips aching, her lower back throb, and she was pretty sure her feet were pinched all over from her un-broken-in-boots. 

The stop could not have come fast enough and Eila was tired. She did her best not to show it, but all she wanted to do was curl up by the fire and sleep. As the group moved around, however, she realized that she should probably help. Should she get wood for the campfire? That seemed like a good idea. Ceolfric announced that he and Liliann were going to scout the area. She leveled a look of displeasure that he clearly saw but chose to ignore, causing her to scoff. He irritated her to no end, but she supposed that it wasn't a terrible idea. 

Instead, she put herself to work elsewhere, gathering whatever twigs and branches she could find. Back home, they always had logs for the fireplace, but she assumed any wood would do. She returned with an armful of everything she picked up, dumping it all into the pit. She knelt down, wincing a touch at the rough ground at her knees, though she had remembered the trick her auntie showed her, striking the rocks together a few times until she got something small going. 

Eventually, the campfire lit up, and Eila sighed in relief. Alright, one less thing to worry about. She got up and dusted herself off, grimacing at how much dirt there was. Once she deemed herself alright enough, she decided to approach Ermes.

"I hope the walking found you well," She said cheerfully. "I've brought some ingredients for a stew that I think would do nicely for everyone, would you like to help me prepare it?"

Before Ermes would answer, Ceolfric's voice came once again. He had a penchant for making his whispers feel less like messages and more like violating threats. She sighed to herself, adding a possible betrayal to the list of things she should worry about. The pair emerged shortly after, and aside from casting them a weary look, Eila figured it was best to act normal.
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In Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess → 2 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

Jorah and Kellen's arrows served to distract--where any of them missed and caused other bandits to flinch, the mark was then met with Euphemia's arrows. The woman didn't know the meaning of 'miss' as each one hit their target. She shot at an impressive speed, though as she heard the roar of the wyvern Michail was wrestling with, she knew exactly where her next one needed to be. She leapt backwards and brandished the bow, light gathering as she drew another arrow from her quiver. 

"Move!" She yelled at her brother, though she gave him about two seconds before she fired. The arrow burst forth, covered in brilliant light. Michail hopped backwards from the wyvern, though he was unprepared for the arrow to continue through the wyvern. Isolde let out a small yelp as she barely dodged the arrow as it pierced through the bandit she was fighting, and it only stopped once it hit the larger bandit's leg.

On seeing the opening, Derec jumped to action without hesitation, lance cleaving cleanly through what was left of the massive man's leg. From the shadows, Lavender emerged, hand on her hilt as she came to a stop in front of the large bandit. With what looked like one slice, her katana sliced through his armor, his helmet, and through one side of his head.

Euphemia's knees buckled, and she slowly sank to the ground, exhausted. Celeste approached her, but she shook her head. "Auberon--help Auberon," She urged her.

Celeste nodded, turning towards the blonde axeman as a sigil of light formed in front of her. Despite the distance, her Physic found its way to him, surrounding him with a dim green light as the white magic attended to any surface-level wounds. At Kellen's words, Lavender took off, intent on providing backup to the rear group. 

Meanwhile, the eyepatched bandit was less than amused at the arrows aimed at him, easily dispatching them. "Come now, no honor among thieves? We're having a grand ol' time over here!" He barked at Jorah, though he quickly returned his attention to Auberon. "You've got skill. Why waste it for a place that's willing to throw children in front of scary men like me? You're fighting for your life here while they sit back at that school all cushy and unbothered."

Michail scowled at his words, though he joined Auberon on the front. "We came to help the villagers you have so kindly threatened and you dare insult us?"

The man's eyebrows shot up. "Villagers? No one told yous that they all evacuated once we started pillaging?" He outright laughed. "Like a flock of sheep those knights led them out. We made to make this our new camp, but then a little bird told me the Church was sending people here. Never thought they'd send children."
The rest of the students were hastily ushered forward. Tomai's lightning spell had carved through a majority of the forces, his magic a rather impressive display. He was expending much more magic than he was used to, but it was clear his strikes weren't just attacking, they were also greatly discouraging any foes from approaching. One unfortunate pegasus got caught in a lightning strike and promptly threw off its rider as it flew away. The fiercest lightning was closest, but as they continued, a careful observer would notice the bolts getting weaker.

The green haired professor brought up the rear, making sure Rudolf was able to safely rejoin the group. She nearly jumped, however, as something fell off the building and landed in front of her. To her shock, however, it had been the very same staff they had seen back in Luin. She somehow hadn't realized Rudolf must've taken care of the head mage. But if so, that meant there was another mage casting the fog around them. She sighed in disappointment, but didn't linger, instead scooping up the staff and catching up to the group with sword in hand.

The distance between the two groups was closing. However, the bigger threat were still the flyers between them. Veronica followed at Kayden's command, but the other pegasus knights knew there was only one arrow flying at a time. Anyone that was too close got an arrow, but they quickly learned where Veronica was and worked to avoid her.

"They're onto me," She grumbled in annoyance as another arrow missed, clearly frustrated.

In A Hero's Training! → 2 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum

Dr. Tatius Ricci, MD - Life Mage | 33
Stacia's co-writer of her most recent research, Tatius has a brilliant mind for medicine. Since he was a child he studied the human body exclusively, wishing to become a surgeon from a young age. It was fitting that he would become a life mage as his entire life has revolved around healing and medicine. While a polite enough mage, Tatius is not as social as Stacia's other mages, though he is excellent at reading body language and typically adapts the conversation. In his free time, he is often burying his nose in some medical journal and constantly striving to improve his research.
Alexei Russo - Air mage | 26
Stacia's current right hand mage after her previous one passed. While he hasn't been in the position for long, he has long since gained Stacia's trust. That said, he is something of a wild card, his actions unpredictable and one can never be completely sure of his motives. That said, he is fiercely loyal to Stacia and follows orders without question, even if he does occasionally execute them his own way. He's different from her other mages in this way, but Stacia hardly bats an eye to his antics. Some believe that because his lineage can be traced back to being a direct descendant to Stacia's mother, she gives him more leeway.
Marianne Bella - Light mage | 21
The position of Stacia's favorite mage is one of little responsibility and is equivalent to becoming a pet of sorts as Stacia showers them with luxury and attention. They are always at her side, otherwise they are being pampered and waited on. Marianne is Stacia's current pet and is nearly always by her side as a result. She is bright, obedient, and sociable, though she is also very smug when it comes to dealing with the other mages under Stacia.


	Dr. Tatius Ricci, MD - Life Mage \| 33 Stacia's co-writer of her most recent research, Tatius has a brilliant mind for medicine. Since he was a child he studied the human body exclusively, wishing to become a surgeon from a young age. It was fitting that he would become a life mage as his entire life has revolved around healing and medicine. While a polite enough mage, Tatius is not as social as Stacia's other mages, though he is excellent at reading body language and typically adapts the conversation. In his free time, he is often burying his nose in some medical journal and constantly striving to improve his research.
	Alexei Russo - Air mage \| 26 Stacia's current right hand mage after her previous one passed. While he hasn't been in the position for long, he has long since gained Stacia's trust. That said, he is something of a wild card, his actions unpredictable and one can never be completely sure of his motives. That said, he is fiercely loyal to Stacia and follows orders without question, even if he does occasionally execute them his own way. He's different from her other mages in this way, but Stacia hardly bats an eye to his antics. Some believe that because his lineage can be traced back to being a direct descendant to Stacia's mother, she gives him more leeway.
	Marianne Bella - Light mage \| 21 The position of Stacia's favorite mage is one of little responsibility and is equivalent to becoming a pet of sorts as Stacia showers them with luxury and attention. They are always at her side, otherwise they are being pampered and waited on. Marianne is Stacia's current pet and is nearly always by her side as a result. She is bright, obedient, and sociable, though she is also very smug when it comes to dealing with the other mages under Stacia.

In A Hero's Training! → 2 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum

_______________________________________________
Anastacia Cornelia Marivaldi
 Female  |  438  |  Marivaldi 
Countess | PhD in Medicine
_______________________________________________

_______________________________________________

✦ Likes ✦
The smell of fresh flowers
The aroma of homegrown tea

✦ Disikes ✦
Uncultured mages
Wasted talent
Being spoken down to
People who insist her name is spelled wrong (it isn't)

✦ Habits ✦
Prefers her blood in teacups.
The only bad habit she somehow can't knock is chewing on her pinky nail when she gets overly stressed. She only does it alone or in trusted company.

✦ Other ✦
Often speaks of her father's many oddities rather casually.
The quickest way to make her angry is to interrupt her.
Even after four hundred something years she will still (politely) correct someone on the spelling of her name.
Said name, despite its difference, is the result of her father regarding the queen in high esteem.

✦ Theme ✦
There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do, I'll be right behind you

So glad we've almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world

Color Code: [fb9ebb]

_______________________________________________
"Complacency is the enemy of progress."

✦ Appearance ✦
As with most vampires, Stacia is considered to be the pinnacle of beauty. In spite of her age, she remains incredibly beautiful and lively. She sports an ideal slim and curvaceous figure and her flawless, pale skin is pampered to perfection. Manicured and clean, her eyebrows and makeup are meant to enhance her looks with attention drawn to her dark blue eyes. Her fiery red hair stands out as a stark contrast, albeit she considers it a point of pride nowadays.

✦ Personality ✦
Since Stacia was decades old, she has always been a calm, collected young woman. She always looks to hold herself in the highest dignity and to always act with grace. That said, she is far from naïve--she is experienced, knowledgeable, and has no problem putting someone in their place if they are to underestimate her. While she is not the type of person to take up arms over every slight, she will not forget, and she will not have mercy on those who disrespect her. Those that do give her respect are often allies for life, and she is more than happy to support those that deserve it. 

Her views on mages is very antiquated. She predates the Marivaldi love of mortals, but that isn't to say that she would treat them badly. On the contrary, she believes well-treated mages are more loyal. Still, while she gives them respect, there is a sense of infantilization. Mages are creatures that need to be taken care of to her. They're capable of great things, of course, but overall their short lifespan means they lack foresight, and they are often too impulsive for their own good. 

While she has always been restrained, there is always an inner desire to better herself. If she was to become a bride, she would be the ideal bride. If she was to become a businesswoman, then she would know the ins and outs of that business. This adaptation was necessary as despite being an immortal being, the world around her was constantly changing. She firmly believed that as a result, the worst thing someone could do was remain stagnant. Those who desire to keep things as they were without proper reasons as to stay that way are often a disappointment to her.

✦ Background ✦
Stacia's life is far too long to properly speak of. While it is notable that she was born to Reginald Marivaldi and her mage mother, her youth was spent learning to be a proper lady so that one day her father could ensure that her hand would be one men would fight for. Granted, that was also several centuries ago, and the only times she speaks to her husband is for business purposes with little love lost between them. The most relevant event in her history is her father's death, which she would say is the point she left behind the idea of becoming like him. He was an honorable man, but stuck in his ways--she determined that the best way to spend eternity is to change with the world.

In the passing decades, Stacia taken on the role of observer in society. Granted, it was only temporary as her recent accomplishments include diving into the study of modern medicine and its benefits in comparison to life magic. The topic fascinated her enough to fund several hospitals, medicines, and a multitude of collecting data in order to bolster the legitimacy of the study. She has written several books to back up her research, waltzing into the medical field with sincere interest and determined to come out with results. 

In terms of current events, she has expressed distaste in the current war that has driven back society. Her main concern stems from the power imbalance of the houses, as where once stood four houses on equal footing, one dictator now remains to tower over the other three. Stacia was responsible for holding the house together once their leader left for the rebellion, and to her surprise, her efforts were largely ignored once Immerila was placed as the new Head. The insult has not gone unnoticed, and Stacia replied in kind and refused to give up any of her fire and light mages in her employ as a result.

She found Ryner's decisions foolish, but she was a little surprised when the princess was staked. She finds the remnants of the rebellion honorable and put in an impossible place; with Benjamin Eve gone, she thinks the current leader has no choice but to continue despite being likely to lose the war. With that said, however, she is not entirely satisfied, her numerous concerns over the current state of vampiric politics giving her great pause...


^{_______________________________________________} Anastacia Cornelia Marivaldi Female \| 438 \| Marivaldi Countess \| PhD in Medicine ^{_______________________________________________} ^{_______________________________________________} ✦ Likes ✦ The smell of fresh flowers The aroma of homegrown tea ✦ Disikes ✦ Uncultured mages Wasted talent Being spoken down to People who insist her name is spelled wrong (it isn't) ✦ Habits ✦ Prefers her blood in teacups. The only bad habit she somehow can't knock is chewing on her pinky nail when she gets overly stressed. She only does it alone or in trusted company. ✦ Other ✦ Often speaks of her father's many oddities rather casually. The quickest way to make her angry is to interrupt her. Even after four hundred something years she will still (politely) correct someone on the spelling of her name. Said name, despite its difference, is the result of her father regarding the queen in high esteem. ✦ Theme ✦ There's a room where the light won't find you Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down When they do, I'll be right behind you So glad we've almost made it So sad they had to fade it Everybody wants to rule the world _{Color Code: [fb9ebb]} ^{_______________________________________________}	"Complacency is the enemy of progress." ✦ Appearance ✦ As with most vampires, Stacia is considered to be the pinnacle of beauty. In spite of her age, she remains incredibly beautiful and lively. She sports an ideal slim and curvaceous figure and her flawless, pale skin is pampered to perfection. Manicured and clean, her eyebrows and makeup are meant to enhance her looks with attention drawn to her dark blue eyes. Her fiery red hair stands out as a stark contrast, albeit she considers it a point of pride nowadays. ✦ Personality ✦ Since Stacia was decades old, she has always been a calm, collected young woman. She always looks to hold herself in the highest dignity and to always act with grace. That said, she is far from naïve--she is experienced, knowledgeable, and has no problem putting someone in their place if they are to underestimate her. While she is not the type of person to take up arms over every slight, she will not forget, and she will not have mercy on those who disrespect her. Those that do give her respect are often allies for life, and she is more than happy to support those that deserve it. Her views on mages is very antiquated. She predates the Marivaldi love of mortals, but that isn't to say that she would treat them badly. On the contrary, she believes well-treated mages are more loyal. Still, while she gives them respect, there is a sense of infantilization. Mages are creatures that need to be taken care of to her. They're capable of great things, of course, but overall their short lifespan means they lack foresight, and they are often too impulsive for their own good. While she has always been restrained, there is always an inner desire to better herself. If she was to become a bride, she would be the ideal bride. If she was to become a businesswoman, then she would know the ins and outs of that business. This adaptation was necessary as despite being an immortal being, the world around her was constantly changing. She firmly believed that as a result, the worst thing someone could do was remain stagnant. Those who desire to keep things as they were without proper reasons as to stay that way are often a disappointment to her. ✦ Background ✦ Stacia's life is far too long to properly speak of. While it is notable that she was born to Reginald Marivaldi and her mage mother, her youth was spent learning to be a proper lady so that one day her father could ensure that her hand would be one men would fight for. Granted, that was also several centuries ago, and the only times she speaks to her husband is for business purposes with little love lost between them. The most relevant event in her history is her father's death, which she would say is the point she left behind the idea of becoming like him. He was an honorable man, but stuck in his ways--she determined that the best way to spend eternity is to change with the world. In the passing decades, Stacia taken on the role of observer in society. Granted, it was only temporary as her recent accomplishments include diving into the study of modern medicine and its benefits in comparison to life magic. The topic fascinated her enough to fund several hospitals, medicines, and a multitude of collecting data in order to bolster the legitimacy of the study. She has written several books to back up her research, waltzing into the medical field with sincere interest and determined to come out with results. In terms of current events, she has expressed distaste in the current war that has driven back society. Her main concern stems from the power imbalance of the houses, as where once stood four houses on equal footing, one dictator now remains to tower over the other three. Stacia was responsible for holding the house together once their leader left for the rebellion, and to her surprise, her efforts were largely ignored once Immerila was placed as the new Head. The insult has not gone unnoticed, and Stacia replied in kind and refused to give up any of her fire and light mages in her employ as a result. She found Ryner's decisions foolish, but she was a little surprised when the princess was staked. She finds the remnants of the rebellion honorable and put in an impossible place; with Benjamin Eve gone, she thinks the current leader has no choice but to continue despite being likely to lose the war. With that said, however, she is not entirely satisfied, her numerous concerns over the current state of vampiric politics giving her great pause...

In The Shattering of Aegis → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Absolute failure.

Just the thought alone was enough to cause Eila to bristle. She had never failed anything in her twenty three years of life! What a first impression to make, Father would be mortified. Her mother would be so disappointed. Even her auntie would give her a 'tut' and a shake of the head. She needed to get herself together, as while her old reputation wouldn't come to play, she had to make a better impression as an adventurer. After exhaling a breath of both frustration and a feeble attempt at calming herself, the elf nodded solemnly in response to Cerric's words. All was not lost yet, her embarrassment was punishment enough and dwelling on it for too long would reflect poorly on her.

She gave the pair another bow. "I understand. Accept my sincerest apologies once again," She apologized once again before straightening up, though she did remember to stoop down and grab her bag. She tried to keep her chin raised as she placed her bag on the wagon, taking her bow and slinging it over her arm. She hadn't the time to equip her quiver but she could do it now, looping it onto her belt quickly.

At that point, Kyreth greeted her. "The same to you, my friend." She gave him what she hoped was a cheery smile, though she was happy he was still wearing her cloak. Good, he deserved a little luxury after their day. She was a little surprised to see him here, but she would make sure she was absolutely ready before she would approach him. With dagger concealed and her quiver properly looped, she plucked her bowstring once to make sure she hadn't damaged it in her rush.

Ceolfric volunteered to take the front. Eila wasn't entirely sure what the rest were capable of, but she thought it best if the others were sandwiched between. If she took the rear, she could support on all sides, and her aether sensing would help make sure they wouldn't get ambushed.

"I will take the rear, then," She volunteered.

As she walked, the whisper hit her. Ceolfric was more talented than she had assumed, though to think they were both Animas Aetherborn was certainly a coincidence. She had no idea what he spoke of, but she assumed it was important, so she listened carefully. She could do without that arrogance, but if he was giving information, she supposed it was best to do as he said.

She did, however, catch that gaze, and immediately decided that he was insufferable.

In A Hero's Training! → 2 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum

_______________________________________________
Lyra Rose Luscin
 Female  |  23  |  Fire 
Martial Artist | Protection Specialist
_______________________________________________

_______________________________________________

✦ Likes ✦
Homemade crafts
Sewing
Playing the guitar
Hot showers

✦ Disikes ✦
Getting belittled
Feeling abandoned
Her reflection
Cruelty towards humans and mages

✦ Habits ✦
Has a tendency to fiddle with her hair, albeit she is still getting used to her shorter hair
Can be heard talking to herself as she coaches herself through a task she needs to accomplish

✦ Other ✦
Despite her moody demeanor, she is very expressive
Loves climbing things. Trees, cliffs, buildings...
Idolizes Feliks Vasiliev's work

_______________________________________________
"Only thorns left on this rose."

✦ Appearance ✦
Standing at five feet seven inches, Lyra is a beautiful young woman. Many have described her matching her namesake, having inherited the best features of both her parents, though most note she strongly resembles her mother more than her father. She sports fair skin and large, bright grey-blue eyes. Her black hair hands in a bob, framing her heart-shaped face and bringing out the soft features in her face. She has a fit figure with an ample bust, a pair of long legs, and generous hips.

✦ Personality ✦
Outwardly, Lyra is a confident, if somewhat sarcastic young woman. She always seems to have a quip ready and isn't afraid to poke fun at someone's expense, often adding a sardonic comment whether it is warranted or not. Whether that drives people away doesn't concern her too much as she has a tendency to keep people at arm's length. It tends to confuse people as she desires to know people better, but dislikes opening up about herself.

Of course, all this is to protect herself. At heart she is a romantic and a dreamer, dangerous things to be during a war. She wants nothing more than to have her fantasies come true and to be swept off her feet by a man she loves and loves her in return. She feels that the only way to fill the emptiness in her heart is to find love, but such a thing isn't possible right now, and the very real possibility that the war won't end in her lifetime terrifies her. She wants to be vulnerable but is afraid of getting hurt, and as she gets older her inner child comes out more whether she wants it to or not.

She is still determined to fight as needed and will not hesitate to stand for what is right. While things are bleak, she firmly believes that the rebellion will prevail and knows that they fight for the good of people who cannot fight themselves. The sacrifices and losses that have occurred drive her, and she is courageous and spirited as a result. She is also fiercely loyal to those she cares about and the cause, and despite her mother's wishes, is willing to lay her life on the line for what is right.

✦ Background ✦
Born to Lilie Dionne and Noah Luscin, Lyra and Eden were born in the midst of war after a near-death experience and an order from Benjamin Eve. From birth they were showered with as much love as one could give during the circumstances, albeit in their younger years, they were hidden away with what was left of their maternal human family. While Uncle Ren was strict, he was caring, and their cousin Daisy often helped balance him out. While their adolescence was unsteady and uncertain, their parents made sure that the girls were loved.

Once their Awakening came around, the pair insisted on enlisting in the rebellion. To the surprise of few, their mother outright refused, having planned to stash them and their uncle and cousin somewhere safe. Both girls argued back but it wasn't until their father intervened that they were allowed under one condition: Lilie would teach them magic and determine if they would be allowed in. In addition, Lyra was outright forbidden from using her magic outside any camps. While Eden's lightning was easily excusable, fire mages were outright forbidden and were taken away from their families.

Unfortunately, tragedy would see to it that Eden's life would be taken in the fighting. While the family was devastated, Lyra never recovered from losing her other half. She ended up throwing herself entirely into her training, feeling that if the war is won, then the loss of Eden would have been for something. That said, she has all but neglected her mental health otherwise, and as a result has resorted to unhealthy coping mechanisms. Still, so long as she is ready for the next fight, she feels she is fine.

✦ Theme ✦
We carry on through the storm
Tired soldiers in this war
Remember what we're fighting for

Meet me on the battlefield
Even on the darkest night
I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage
And you will be mine

Echoes and the shots ring out
We may be the first to fall
Everything can stay the same, or we could change it all
Meet me on the battlefield

Color Code: [crimson]
"The only thing on my mind is revenge."


^{_______________________________________________} Lyra Rose Luscin Female \| 23 \| Fire Martial Artist \| Protection Specialist ^{_______________________________________________} ^{_______________________________________________} ✦ Likes ✦ Homemade crafts Sewing Playing the guitar Hot showers ✦ Disikes ✦ Getting belittled Feeling abandoned Her reflection Cruelty towards humans and mages ✦ Habits ✦ Has a tendency to fiddle with her hair, albeit she is still getting used to her shorter hair Can be heard talking to herself as she coaches herself through a task she needs to accomplish ✦ Other ✦ Despite her moody demeanor, she is very expressive Loves climbing things. Trees, cliffs, buildings... Idolizes Feliks Vasiliev's work ^{_______________________________________________}	"Only thorns left on this rose." ✦ Appearance ✦ Standing at five feet seven inches, Lyra is a beautiful young woman. Many have described her matching her namesake, having inherited the best features of both her parents, though most note she strongly resembles her mother more than her father. She sports fair skin and large, bright grey-blue eyes. Her black hair hands in a bob, framing her heart-shaped face and bringing out the soft features in her face. She has a fit figure with an ample bust, a pair of long legs, and generous hips. ✦ Personality ✦ Outwardly, Lyra is a confident, if somewhat sarcastic young woman. She always seems to have a quip ready and isn't afraid to poke fun at someone's expense, often adding a sardonic comment whether it is warranted or not. Whether that drives people away doesn't concern her too much as she has a tendency to keep people at arm's length. It tends to confuse people as she desires to know people better, but dislikes opening up about herself. Of course, all this is to protect herself. At heart she is a romantic and a dreamer, dangerous things to be during a war. She wants nothing more than to have her fantasies come true and to be swept off her feet by a man she loves and loves her in return. She feels that the only way to fill the emptiness in her heart is to find love, but such a thing isn't possible right now, and the very real possibility that the war won't end in her lifetime terrifies her. She wants to be vulnerable but is afraid of getting hurt, and as she gets older her inner child comes out more whether she wants it to or not. She is still determined to fight as needed and will not hesitate to stand for what is right. While things are bleak, she firmly believes that the rebellion will prevail and knows that they fight for the good of people who cannot fight themselves. The sacrifices and losses that have occurred drive her, and she is courageous and spirited as a result. She is also fiercely loyal to those she cares about and the cause, and despite her mother's wishes, is willing to lay her life on the line for what is right. ✦ Background ✦ Born to Lilie Dionne and Noah Luscin, Lyra and Eden were born in the midst of war after a near-death experience and an order from Benjamin Eve. From birth they were showered with as much love as one could give during the circumstances, albeit in their younger years, they were hidden away with what was left of their maternal human family. While Uncle Ren was strict, he was caring, and their cousin Daisy often helped balance him out. While their adolescence was unsteady and uncertain, their parents made sure that the girls were loved. Once their Awakening came around, the pair insisted on enlisting in the rebellion. To the surprise of few, their mother outright refused, having planned to stash them and their uncle and cousin somewhere safe. Both girls argued back but it wasn't until their father intervened that they were allowed under one condition: Lilie would teach them magic and determine if they would be allowed in. In addition, Lyra was outright forbidden from using her magic outside any camps. While Eden's lightning was easily excusable, fire mages were outright forbidden and were taken away from their families. Unfortunately, tragedy would see to it that Eden's life would be taken in the fighting. While the family was devastated, Lyra never recovered from losing her other half. She ended up throwing herself entirely into her training, feeling that if the war is won, then the loss of Eden would have been for something. That said, she has all but neglected her mental health otherwise, and as a result has resorted to unhealthy coping mechanisms. Still, so long as she is ready for the next fight, she feels she is fine. ✦ Theme ✦ We carry on through the storm Tired soldiers in this war Remember what we're fighting for Meet me on the battlefield Even on the darkest night I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage And you will be mine Echoes and the shots ring out We may be the first to fall Everything can stay the same, or we could change it all Meet me on the battlefield _{Color Code: [crimson] "The only thing on my mind is revenge."}

In The Shattering of Aegis → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Of all the days to oversleep why did today have to be one of those days?!

Eila blamed her choice of rest; as she was no longer under her mother's wings and had to pay for her own lodging, she thought it would be best to settle for the lesser of choices, no matter how...quaint the other seemed. However, while at the other place she had been woken with a timely knock, here she was left to her own devices. And while she typically rose with the sun, today was different for whatever reason. She blamed the noise wholly as she hadn't slept when she desired. Why people would get so rowdy at those hours was beyond her!

Whatever the case was, Eila had to wrangle herself out of bed and had hoofed it out of the inn. She had to ignore food for now--another issue that had nearly left her starving for the next few days had Kyreth not pointed out that she would be responsible for her own meals--and the growling of her stomach as she ran through the town. Oh, what a sight--her hairpin was likely hanging onto her hair for dear life, her knuckles white as they held onto her bag. She must have apologized more than a dozen times to those she narrowly missed colliding with.

Eventually, the carriage was in sight, and by the time Eila reached the group, she was completely out of breath. It served her right to look the part of a fool, gasping and wheezing for breath without a chance to utter any excuse for her shameful behavior. Still, it would be rude not to at least try to apologize. "I--I...I am...Please forgive the--goodness," She could hardly string a sentence together, her bag on the ground as she tried to focus on regaining some air in her lungs.

After a few moments of catching her breath, she scooped her bag off the ground, shaking her head as her cheeks reddened. She bowed her head in shame. "I beg you for a thousand pardons for such tardiness, it will not happen again," She hastily put together a rather clumsy apology, though it was hard to ignore the slight ache of her shoulder. Goodness, she would need to reconsider her options if she was going to be this careless!

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Chase Dion

TOO EARLY | KAMAKURA | GENJIYAMA PARK

Bless Lucian, he made this mission bearable.

It was charming to watch the model in familiar territory. Like a fluttering moth to a bright light, he made a beeline to where he thought he should be, not where he actually needed to go. There was a small, inconsequential thought in his head that said he should be guiding the gorgeously dim young man, but if he was being completely honest with himself, Chase adored Lucian. And by that he meant that he absolutely loved watching this guy go in circles until he could figure out what he actually needed to do. It was hilarious to watch and endlessly entertaining.

Chase barely held back a laugh as Lucian told the wrong dude that they were there to reap him. He had to pat his shoulder, making no effort to hide his grin. "It's a good thing you're pretty, bud," He said as he gently pulled him back once Maya took over.

He had no intention of piping up any further--anything else he had to add would be redundant at this point. He did, however, give Maya an incredulous look as she actually dismissed the elephant in the room. Why the hell wouldn't she follow up on that? Sure, he was a little on the new side, but even he figured that core was not where it should be.

"Also where did you get that earring?" Chase ended up adding, flicking the ear where WhatsHisFace had the weapon core hanging from--and coincidentally, where his own core was.

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Chase Dion

TOO EARLY | KAMAKURA | GENJIYAMA PARK

Stifling a small yawn, Chase had nothing of importance to add to the conversation. He might've if he had been paying any attention, but that required effort and it was too early for that. Why were they out here so early again? Even spirits had to realize that there were better things to do at this time. Maybe if he wasn't so sore he might've been more open to these early missions, but he supposed it was for...something. He didn't recall much of the debriefing, either, though considering the team, he was sure to be reminded one way or another.

Rubbing his neck, Chase forced himself to listen into Whats-His-Face's rambling about...some gifted dude. Is that what they were looking for? The sooner they finished, the sooner Chase could go home and nap--unless he still had company over. He was usually good at shooing away people before breakfast, but they had to get here early so he didn't get the chance. Well, he supposed he wouldn't entirely mind a repeat of last night. So long as that one chick didn't do that weird tongue thing, she could ride him just fine but she had this weird tendency to open her mouth and wag her tongue around, it wasn't as sexy as she thought it was. He didn't like trashy girls, though her ass was so fine he didn't pay much attention to her personality. Then again, she was the consolation prize, he really wanted that cute bartender but he kept complaining about working late and...

Wait, what was he thinking about before?

Chase closed his eyes, letting out a slight hum and he knelt down to the ground. Alright, find the gifted dude, get things done, and then go home. Easy. He muttered something under his breath, holding back another yawn before opening his now glowing eyes. The world around him was no longer as it was, instead it was draped in near-complete darkness. Anything living or dead was barely illuminated, but he wasn't interested in any of those as he looked around. He did, however, show more interest in a glowing individual--there was the man of the hour.

He shook his head as the spell ended, blinking a few times to let his eyes adjust to the light difference. Standing up straight, he stretched his arms above his head, letting them drop as he turned to the rest of the crew. "Southwest is the way," He stated. "Let's go find him quick, got a warm bed calling my name."

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Charles Dionne
Chase Dion
 Male  |  26  |  Divination 
"The only thing on my mind is revenge."
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"I haven't forgotten."
"Feel free to swoon. I'll make sure to catch you."
"I'll kill him."
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"The world is such an ugly place. Good thing I'm around to make it that much more beautiful."

✦ Appearance ✦
A tall, somewhat lanky fellow, Chase is never seen without his signature, charming smile. He is prim, proper, and posh, keeping up a tidy appearance with his clothes free of dirt and wrinkles. Looking his best is very important to him: his shoes are always polished and his outfits accessorized accordingly. He claims his red hair has a 'science' to it where it always looks perfectly tousled. The striking contrast between said hair and his chartreuse eyes is something he is very proud of. Should the occasion arrive that he actually needs to dress down, even that will be designer and nothing less. In short he tries to look fabulous at every opportunity possible, favoring style over everything else.

✦ Weapon ✦
Chase's weapon manifests from a cuff earring to a sniper rifle.

✦ Magic ✦
Chase believes his magic falls into the Divination category. Anytime his magic is activated, his irises glow bright.
✧ Audi ✧ 
- A spell that divines ones thoughts and brings them into his own. His thoughts are also able to be sent to others. In shorter terms, it works much like telepathy and works to keep communication between people. Inner thoughts are not able to be projected or read, only surface level ones.
✧ Sentire ✧
- Chase's most-used spell. With a deep breath, he can sense living or non-living things around him. At least, that's how he describes it. He primarily uses it to sense Wisps and can tell how many there are and where they are located within a certain range.
✧ Cogitare ✧
- An offshoot of Sentire. A more focused spell, he can pinpoint the exact location of whatever he is tracking. While he uses this for Wisps, he can also use them for Reapers and humans.
✧ Vide ✧
- A spell that lets Chase peek into the see into past memories. It's easiest to see more recent memories. Those that are further back are harder to obtain and take more time and energy to see.

"So, how did you die?"
"It was all over the news, don't you remember? It was woven as any other celebrity death: another cog on the Hollywood machine crushed. At least I lasted a while on the news cycle. Everyone was shocked, I tell you, shocked! Or at least they pretend they were. My albums sold well, my fortune was as plump as a girl's lip fillers, and I was well into that 'mature singer' phase. But I was still a teen heartthrob, so to the world, it was only a matter of time before I died to some sort of overdose. To most people's credit, they thought it'd be the alcohol. I kinda thought the same, too. 

But they weren't aware that by some miracle, I've never so much as lit up a joint. Something about sniffing stuff weirds me out. I was always happy for a drink at the end of the day, but drugs? Have you seen what they do to your skin and teeth? My entire brand ran on my good looks--I did commercials, too--why the hell would I do anything to mess myself up? A solid third of my paychecks went into making sure I looked my best at all times: hair, clothes, skincare, gym memberships, trainers, healthy food. I love how I look. Honestly, the only reason I didn't marry a mirror is because I knew I'd get laughed out of court.

I guess to their credit, it was my first time trying it out. High as a kite...and I remember slipping and falling in the bathroom. Skull probably cracked on the tile floor, I wouldn't be surprised. But honestly, I'm more surprised no one thought the bruises on my neck were weird."

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^{________________________________________} Charles Dionne Chase Dion Male \| 26 \| Divination "The only thing on my mind is revenge." ^{_______________________________________________} "I haven't forgotten." "Feel free to swoon. I'll make sure to catch you." "I'll kill him." ^{________________________________________}	"The world is such an ugly place. Good thing I'm around to make it that much more beautiful." ✦ Appearance ✦ A tall, somewhat lanky fellow, Chase is never seen without his signature, charming smile. He is prim, proper, and posh, keeping up a tidy appearance with his clothes free of dirt and wrinkles. Looking his best is very important to him: his shoes are always polished and his outfits accessorized accordingly. He claims his red hair has a 'science' to it where it always looks perfectly tousled. The striking contrast between said hair and his chartreuse eyes is something he is very proud of. Should the occasion arrive that he actually needs to dress down, even that will be designer and nothing less. In short he tries to look fabulous at every opportunity possible, favoring style over everything else. ✦ Weapon ✦ Chase's weapon manifests from a cuff earring to a sniper rifle. ✦ Magic ✦ Chase believes his magic falls into the Divination category. Anytime his magic is activated, his irises glow bright. ✧ Audi ✧ - A spell that divines ones thoughts and brings them into his own. His thoughts are also able to be sent to others. In shorter terms, it works much like telepathy and works to keep communication between people. Inner thoughts are not able to be projected or read, only surface level ones. ✧ Sentire ✧ - Chase's most-used spell. With a deep breath, he can sense living or non-living things around him. At least, that's how he describes it. He primarily uses it to sense Wisps and can tell how many there are and where they are located within a certain range. ✧ Cogitare ✧ - An offshoot of Sentire. A more focused spell, he can pinpoint the exact location of whatever he is tracking. While he uses this for Wisps, he can also use them for Reapers and humans. ✧ Vide ✧ - A spell that lets Chase peek into the see into past memories. It's easiest to see more recent memories. Those that are further back are harder to obtain and take more time and energy to see. "So, how did you die?" "It was all over the news, don't you remember? It was woven as any other celebrity death: another cog on the Hollywood machine crushed. At least I lasted a while on the news cycle. Everyone was shocked, I tell you, shocked! Or at least they pretend they were. My albums sold well, my fortune was as plump as a girl's lip fillers, and I was well into that 'mature singer' phase. But I was still a teen heartthrob, so to the world, it was only a matter of time before I died to some sort of overdose. To most people's credit, they thought it'd be the alcohol. I kinda thought the same, too. But they weren't aware that by some miracle, I've never so much as lit up a joint. Something about sniffing stuff weirds me out. I was always happy for a drink at the end of the day, but drugs? Have you seen what they do to your skin and teeth? My entire brand ran on my good looks--I did commercials, too--why the hell would I do anything to mess myself up? A solid third of my paychecks went into making sure I looked my best at all times: hair, clothes, skincare, gym memberships, trainers, healthy food. I love how I look. Honestly, the only reason I didn't marry a mirror is because I knew I'd get laughed out of court. I guess to their credit, it was my first time trying it out. High as a kite...and I remember slipping and falling in the bathroom. Skull probably cracked on the tile floor, I wouldn't be surprised. But honestly, I'm more surprised no one thought the bruises on my neck were weird." _{Color Code: [CCFF99]}

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