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RATTLECHOMP

Neomi Adams

Quickly, Neomi scrambled to put her sketchbook and pencils back into her sack of things before she fetched Yiya’s cane and removed herself from the blanket. She watched the robotic spider-like contraption with awe. It was cute, and she had never seen anything quite like it.

Sure, she had seen some machinery in Oaken City before. Some guests even boasted about what they had seen or bought in town, but this terrarium was much more unique and intricate and… life-like. It even had a name!

As the terrarium scuttled about on its many legs, Neomi looked at the others. She had not given them much thought when she first arrived, but now, as she seemingly sized them up, she noticed they both had guns. A dark feeling sank inside of Neomi. Was she really prepared for this?

She was about to say something to Yiya when the enchanting sound of a train began to approach. She focused on the lights drumming down the tunnel. They became bright and brighter. But then, something stole her attention entirely. It was like a giant hunched shadow, just lingering menacingly… like it was about to engulf the train.

“Yiya, wh-what is that?” Neomi asked as confidently as possible. She wasn’t sure why she had asked. The old lady had not seemed to notice it, but the question fell out of Neomi regardless.

And then it hit her. She had seen something like this before. “Is… is that a rue?” Her heart was pounding. This is what she had been waiting for. She was exactly what she had wanted. Here it was. Right in front of her. There was no turning back now. Of course, that could have been for entirely different reasons now.

Of course, before the could truly ruminate on what was happening, one of the girls (Sasha was it?) took her gun and aimed it at the Rue. She fired what seemed like an empty shot. Time seemed to stand still as the shot went off, and Neomi felt her breath being taken with the moment.

Avalia

_{T I M E : One Week After Human Arrival
L O C A T I O N : Riverbloom
I N T E R A C T I O N S :
T A G S : @Potter , @13org , @GingerBobOh
E Q U I P M E N T :}

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_N/A

The week had come and gone in a curious manner. There was apprehension misting the air around everyone’s auras. It was only healthy that such an occurrence took place. The situation was of brave importance, and without a little stress to sharpen the moods, they would all fall dull and flat against the coming enemy.

Aurora was sufficiently aware of her own apprehensions. However, with the quick and resourceful learnings of Zoe’s, Aurora felt a calmness towards the situation. The humans were remarkable creatures — just as her father had always taught Rowan and her. He spoke so highly of them that Aurora felt a little embarrassed at how surprised she was by their strength and powers.

Of course, the human condition was still fragile, and Aurora noted several such delicacies within the fabric of Cora’s persona. The glow of her aura was rarely proven dull and lacking in shine, but it had tender moments that Aurora felt more than responsible for taking under her care. She tried her best to relay these responses to Rowan.

Zora was a natural, which proved itself prosperous and also problematic at times. She was fiercely independent — just like that of the ocean. But, Aurora had to remind herself (and one day Zora) that even the ocean was guided by the celestial beings. For now, allowing Zora the free-range of experimenting with what she could with her powers was proving wise enough:

“Water has the properties to heal and to cause harm. It is a powerful element and must be used with sincere caution. Even a small trickle can shape mountains.” There was more Aurora wished to speak of, in terms of water and the potentials of powerful damage. Still, those lessons would come later, as to not distract the purity of Zora’s training.

It was a beautiful day in Riverbloom. The group was taking a break at the Daisy, a tiny bakery in Riverbloom known for its cakes. Rowan and Aurora had both those to skip Books and Cookies for something a little more leisurely. It seemed in the past week, the two of them had been filling Zora to the brim with information, and Aurora was afraid the amount of information would turn toxic after a while.

The Daisy was quaint and quiet. It contrasted the boldness of Zora’s attire, but Aurora had no such insight on the situation. All she could see was the calmness of the the environment had on everyone.

“Zora, you are learning so quickly. I understand that I keep encouraging you with similar compliments, but truly, this I am impressed. Your inner glow is shining more diligently, as well. Please, be honest. How are your thoughts?”

After her question, Aurora cheerfully took a small bite from her piece of cake. The cutlery was prominent in fairy taste, and the cake was even more delicious.

RATTLECHOMP

I’ll get a post up tomorrow!

Post a random fact about yourself.

I ran five miles through morning sickness, today.

Avalia

Aurora Dyewynn the Spiritual Advisor

A U R O R A D Y E W Y N N

_{W A T C H B I R T H A N D D E A T H :
T H E L O T U S H A S A L R E A D Y
O P E N E D I T S F L O W E R .}

P S Y C H O L O G Y

^{F E M A L E ⋆ L I G H T E L F
423 ⋆ 5'8 ⋆ 1 2 0 L B S
W H I T E H A I R ⋆ W H I T E E Y E S ⋆ P A L E S K I N}

_{L I K E S}

⋆ Serenity
⋆ Friendship
⋆ Truth

_{D I S L I K E S}

⋆ Chaos
⋆ Quarrels
⋆ Lies

_{F E A R S}

⋆ Fighting
⋆ Providing Harm
⋆ Dark Magic

_{Q U I R K S}

⋆ Bashful & Timid upon first meeting
⋆ Too honest at times
⋆ Hums religious hymns to ease herself

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Trained as a spiritual advisor, Aurora has a quiet but dutiful demeanor. She is seen as kind as she is reserved towards expressing her own feelings and opinions. She enjoys peace and tries to settle any disagreement before aggression arises. Therefore, the elf prefers offering fundamental truths as opposed to unintentionally inviting any hesitation or dispute into a discussion. However, if need be, she is the first to offer herself as a sacrifice in any quarrel.

Her will is patient, and even in a spar of any sort, Aurora remains calm and collective. She is generally slow in reacting, as she tries to avoid fights at all cost and considers the well-being of all involved. Her innocent face of worriment is a bold statement of how she humbly cares for those who are not herself. She does not wish to even think ill of her enemies. However, when she must defend a companion, she will honorably pursue her duty.

Aurora is seen as an easy target, but her wisdom provides for a way of life that guides her away from atrocities. Her charm is enchanting but never used in a dishonorable fashion. It speaks to the good in other creatures and can often times be ignored by the omens of others. Nonetheless, her foresight ought not to be dismissed, even by the most powerful.

In everything, Aurora cherishes life as she does all creatures as she takes not just her life but the life of those around her very seriously. For this reason, she tends to keep an arms distance from many others but is well appreciated and cautiously friendly towards all. Occasionally, she will engage in light-hearted whims. Her humor is sensitive and often causes a shy blush when pushed to react. In these moments, Aurora keeps them safeguarded in her memory, not taking them for granted.

B A C K G R O U N D

_{O C C U P A T I O N}

Spiritual Advisor

_{L I V I N G I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{M O T H E R}}
Forsythia Dyewynn
_{^{B R O T H E R}}
Rowan Dyewynn

_{D E A D I M M E D I A T E F A M I L Y M E M B E R S}

_{^{F A T H E R}}
Claderith Dyewynn

_{C U R R E N T C O M P A N I O N S}

TBA

_{C U R R E N T A N D P A S T L O V E R (S)}

None

_{C U R R E N T E Q U I P M E N T}

Cloak, Staff of Ara, small pouch of potions and herbs, religious magic book, enchanted earring to help enhance hearing.

_{H I S T O R Y}

Born of two elves, who both worked as safeguards for the royal court of the Sun Kingdom. Her mother was a dutiful maid, and her father was a spiritual advisor to the royal court. Aurora’s father Claderith Dyewynn was a much older elf, believing to keep his wisdom and clairvoyance through celibacy and chastity. He never let his mind wander into romantic territories until he slowly softened his heart to Aurora’s mother Forsythia.

Forsythia bore Claderith two children. One son Rowan and later a daughter Aurora. Both were raised within the Sun Kingdom’s walls, and both have devoted their lives to continuing their servitude inside these royal grounds. Rowan decided to serve in the military with his horse Cephal. His knowledge and studies of archery and combat serve the kingdom well. On the other hand, Aurora was born blind and was there was great fear she would lead a crippled life. However, what she lacked physically, she more than compensated in wisdom and holy insight.

Aurora was trained to be sensitive, not just to the heart of others but to the world around her. She can hear her surroundings and make accurate judgements on her whereabouts. If it were not for the white clouds shading her pupils, her grave and ease of movement can be thought as that of an elf with her site.

Her lack of sight causes her to be less prone to worldly desires, and for such a reason, her studies, which follow the footsteps of her father as a spiritual advisor, have come more naturally for her than most. She began at an early age, having taken interest in other worldly duties due to her differences among the other eight elves. She has inherited the mindful duty of her father, letting little cease her interaction with the spiritual world. From her mother, she has inherited a tender touch and humble nature.

C O M B A T A N D M A G I C

_{F I T N E S S L E V E L}

She is thin without much showing muscle. Not necessarily out of shape, but not one to herald in athletics. Her stamina is decent, as she can walk a long distance and jog a shorter distance.

_{P H Y S I C A L S T R E N G T H}

She is is sturdy and can lift a small amount of weight, weighing less than another Elf-like creature.

_{P H Y S I C A L W E A K N E S S E S}

Her blind eyes cause a worthy dilemma, despite her sharp hearing and awareness of surroundings. Blocking quick sudden attacks is a sure way to defeat Aurora. Her balance is relatively well-off, but her blind disposition does cause a disturbance when struck or balancing on a thin object.

_{W E A P O N S}

Staff of Ara

A magical staff that heralds magic and the like.

_{H A N D - T O - H A N D C O M B A T}

N/A

_{Y E A R S O F M A G I C}

420

_{B E S T A B I L I T Y}

Foresight

A U R O R A ‘ S S T A T S

P H Y S I C A L S T A T S

Strength: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Ground Speed: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Dexterity: ⬤⬤◯◯◯

Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

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M A G I C S T A T S

Offensive Photokinesis: ⬤◯◯◯◯

Illusions (includes invisibility): ⬤⬤⬤◯◯

Shielding: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Foresight: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤

Word association Game!

Visual

the alphabet game. lol

Tyke

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

^{O U T F I T}

_{^{L O C A T I O N : Guesthouse & Sadie’s Party
I N T E R A C T I O N S : Princess Sadie Camilia @Potter
M E N T I O N S : Lady Thea Smithwood @Tae, Princess Sadie Camilia @Potter}}

Bitterness had taken Prince Felix’s feelings. Lady Thea had not shown up for their dinner. He waited for over half a hour, seated, just simply waiting for her to make her appearance. Alas, she never did.

He should have seen this happening, but somehow blindsided himself. She was always coy and fickle one moment and then the next, exactly as she had been the night before. There was no reason to make any expectations of her. She was volatile.

He checked his pocket watch. There was still ample time to make Sadie’s party. This was something positive to look forward to, after he wasted an entire day on his betrothed with little to show, not even a simple dinner.

First, he made way back to his guest room. There was no use in bringing the Lady’s present around with him. Next, he decided to change his clothes to something a little more casual. His sword would be coming along with him as usual, but he decided to change out his holder — reminding himself he missed the sword competition.

Letting the mood roll from him, at least externally, the Prince checked his pocket watch one last time, for punctuation and proceeded out the door of the guest room. He made his way to the party, holding an air of reasonable nobility. There was no reason to foul the mood at his sister’s affair.

When he arrived he made sure to greet his sister with as much jovial love as possible, possibly verging on a sibling enamorment. He also entertained the possibilities of making light with the rest of the guests.

Word association Game!

Walk