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The Pint-Sized Medic: Fiore Alba

Of the Italian fiore, "flower", and alba, "dawn", meaning "flower of the dawn."

• Name: Fiore Alba

• Age: 16 years old

• Gender: Female

• Class: Linker

• Nationality: Italian-Japanese

• Appearance: First of all -- Fiore's tiny. Standing at only 4'9, with a childlike build and features, she is quite a bit frailer than some of the other recruits. Even as a child, Fiore was never strong or physically healthy, and her childhood was frequented by bouts of sickness and broken bones; it didn't help that she wanted to climb trees and run races with the other kids The skin on her arms is especially marred by bruises, cuts, and scars, as she works without armguards or protection. Her fingers are deft and slender, as most of what she does requires precision, and her nails are cut short.

Fiore has long, straight black hair and amber eyes that shift color occasionally; her contacts are built to recognize signs of injury and she thought the sunset color scheme was pretty. She usually wears hand-me-down clothes from her former neighbors, but she's been trying to develop more a battlefield-ready wardrobe for tougher situations.

• Bio: Fiore is deceptively childish and innocent; her mind is one of both astonishing cleverness and naivete. Although her giant library and aptitude for learning have sharpened her mind in some ways, she still holds onto the optimism and wonder that may grate on the nerves of the more seasoned warriors. Having seen the horrors of the invasion up close, her greatest wish to give people peace and happiness, and dislikes the very notion of war. However, as the situation doesn't seem likely to change, Fiore accepts the role this world has given her and hopes to aid in any way she can.

Fiore has spent all of her life studying and playing and growing up in a perhaps unorthodox community of scientists and runaways hidden away in the forests near the now-destroyed Tokyo City, a congregation of top scientists that now work towards the development of new tech and better understanding of psychic abilities. Her father, an Italian civilian living in Japan, had taken up house in the colony after attacks forced many to evacuate. Fiore's mother died when she was very young, from injuries sustained from the long trek, and Fiore remembers her very little. Her father is a hardworking man, though perpetually worried about Fiore's weakness--she is all he has left, and while Fiore returns the sentiment, she always reminds him he has many friends here.

• Armament: As a Linker, and more importantly, a Medic, Fiore specializes in treating injuries both physical or mental. Her contacts allow her to see a larger range of vital signs and help her immensely when her brain fails her.

Medical Proficiency -- Fiore has studied extensively in the medical field, reading entire bookshelves as a way of keeping herself busy while bedridden with sickness. Even as a young child, she was capable of treating cuts, broken bones, and even self-administered stiches on at least one occasion. Her natural skills are supplemented by her hardworking nature and hatred of suffering. By taking to the battlefield, she hopes to reach more people in need of treatment.

All-Seeing Eye -- Although Fiore is not the best with technology, her years of hard work paid off. Her enhanced contacts give her a larger field of vision, as well as recognize injuries and help with medical procedures.

And How Does That Make You Feel? -- Mental health is also a big worry of Fiore's, especially with the kind of war the students are expected to wage. Her open mind and calming voice can make for an impromptu psychiatrist session if need be, and she hopes to try and lessen the effects of PTSD and other mental diseases with new treatments. Her career of a psychologist is just beginning, though, and she still has much to learn.

Drones, Drones -- As expected by the Academy, Fiore has borrowed a second-rate drone from the labs to aid her in combat. Despite her generally being not great with technology, she's confident she has what it takes to control and utilize drone effectively. It's constructed a bit shoddily, but it has cameras and holograph technology, and Fiore can use it to transmit her "mini-map" to her teammates.

• Psychic Drive: Probe -- Preferring to stay entirely out of combat, Fiore uses her psychic abilities to supplement her already heightened sight by sensing and returning information that would otherwise not be visible. This gives her an extensive "map" of the area, something Fiore finds useful when strategizing and coordinating attacks.

• Extra: Half of her wardrobe consists of children's clothes. The other half is clothes that belonged to her mother. Has a large scar on her left foot, stretching from her big toe all the way to her pinky. Fond of fairy tales due to the "happily ever after" endings.

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Dialogue Color: #f00055
As seen in: Cute Kids Fighting Big Wars (old character sheet can be found here) and Neo Sorairo

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: And now we get into the big guns. Fiore is one of my favorites, and I think she fits quite well into any sci-fi setting. A tiny girl with a big heart, she's pretty serious, and I look forward to playing her again if the opportunity arises.

Would I play again: ✚✚✚✚✚

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Elly "Cinderella" May O'Meadow

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Name

Elly “Cinderella” May O’Meadow

Gender

Female

Age

21

Birthday

November 18

Nationality/Birthplace

Irish; Northern Ireland

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Appearance

Choppy red hair pulled into a messy bun, lots of freckles, clear blue eyes, usually wears glasses with cyan frames, a product of frequently squinting at a computer screen late into the night. Small but hardy figure; clipped nails as she finds them annoying when trying to type.

Height

5 feet, 2 inches.

Personality

Elly, or "Cinderella" as her friends used to call her, is a happy, calm, and kind individual who loves learning new things. She's most often the peacemaker of the group, and strives to please everyone she can. This personality usually shows itself in her tendency to overwork, chugging five cups of coffee and pushing herself to meet deadlines, with varying results. Elly is a lover, not a fighter. If this were Hogwarts, she'd be in Hufflepuff. You get the idea.

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Music Industry Role

Sound Designer/Composer; deals with mixing, recording, and composing music

Specified Job Details

Elly works with her little laptop, making tunes for singers and mixing tracks of her own. She’s not a singer, though, and most of her written pieces require vocals. She’s fond of pop, rock, and likes to experiment. Her Irish folk heritage sometimes can be heard in her music, too.

Relative Experience

After moving to the States to find work, Elly bounced from place to place, occasionally scoring a hit, until she struck big, composing and mixing a hit single in the U.S. After that, she collected royalties, hoping to find more success, but it never panned out. Now, she’s moved to Japan because of a certain letter inviting her to Cystra City.

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Biography

Growing up in the green hills of Northern Ireland, Elly had a quiet childhood, as the only child in a small town. Her father and mother were homely people, and Elly was mostly homeschooled. There was one thing, however, that charmed her, even as a child—music. Whether it be the folk songs sung at the town square, or the more “contemporary” tunes from the old beat-up general store radio, Elly loved it all. Music was her passion, from the very start. Begging her parents for piano lessons, guitar lessons, anything, Elly was given a choice—stay in her warm little home without lessons, or be sent to the larger boarding school across the way, and learn music and manners. The choice was a no-brainer, even if her parents warned her life would not be easy away from the hills. Elly would soon find that out.

Her school years were rough ones, with plenty of awkward encounters and bullying, and often Elly’s only respite was her weekly piano lessons. In such a controlling and pressurized environment, Elly grew up believing her needs came last, and everyone else’s before. This stayed with her into adulthood as her need to prove herself and please others. But, at the end of those grueling years, Elly emerged victorious, and immediately starting planning to move overseas to greater opportunity. Her parents were supportive but scared for their daughter, but Elly assured them she would stay in touch.

Her U.S years were quieter, with a few friends made along the way, and plenty of things learned. Elly grew in way she’d never imagined, and to her delight, she placed a major deal with a recording artist to compose a new single. The single did well, but Elly was left in the dust, working for another breakout hit. It never came.

And then, she got a letter.

Affiliations

Father and Mother—Elly tries to stay in touch, but her parents are quite old-fashioned and don’t even have cell phones.
U.S acquaintances—Elly had a few friends back in the States, but most of them are busy. She occasionally talks to her old roomie, Terra, if she needs to relax.

Relationships

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Single.

Character Theme

Likely I'll change this later, not sure what her style is right now.

Shameless Seventeen Plug

Dialogue Color: DeepSkyBlue
As seen in: ~ Cystra City - The Art of Sound ~

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: Hm... While I like Elly well enough, she's not a character I can really see myself revisiting. I'm mostly posting these here for archive purposes, and also because I was a bit proud of the formatting (this was back when I was a new recruit). Note the hand drawn picture.

Would I play again: ♫♫♫♫♫

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Lalisa Greenwood

Position
Student

Name
Lalisa Greenwood

Age
14

Race
Human?

Gender
Female

Proficiency/Abilities
Lalisa is well-versed in plant magic and can summon and command plant life to do as she wills. She also claims she can communicate with said plants, but that's anybody's guess. Takes up a more supportive role in battle, preferring to defend instead of attack. Has knowledge of plants, baking, and most household tasks.

Identification
I have a few pictures of her drawn that I might upload later, but for now…

Lalisa is of normal height for her age, with a wiry build from many years of labor out in the gardens. Her hair is a dusty blond color, grown out to touch the tops of her shoulders, with double buns tied in place on the sides of her head. Her hair seems floaty, almost weightless, and Lalisa has woven in a number of daisies in her free time.

Her eyes are hazel, quite bright and lively, while her skin is healthy, freckled and lightly tanned from her time out in the sun. She is usually seen smiling, sometimes with flour and/or dirt smudges on her face from her various hobbies. Lalisa's fingernails most likely have dirt under them, and something has stained her hands permanently green, which is slowly spreading outwards from her fingertips.

Her face, many have noted, possesses a few elfish features, giving her a fae-like look that is at odds with her other childish features. Lalisa also has a "birthmark", an intricate fleur-de-lis on the back of her neck, but most will immediately recognize this as a mark of faery magic. Lalisa, in her homeschooling, is not aware of this fact.

Her voice, which sounds quite like her late mother's, is soft and soothing, and she usually smells like fresh-baked cookies and flowers.

Lalisa dresses modestly and simply, wearing a pair of sneakers, stockings, a sundress, and a cardigan, all worn but neatly mended.

Personality
Raised by her grandmother, Lalisa is well-behaved, if a little odd. Taught to be polite, quiet, and helpful. Had a lonely childhood and doesn't have much experience in social interaction, leading her to be a bit awkward when talking to others. Naïve.

Curious, kind, and not afraid to try new things, Lalisa tries to approach each day with a positive attitude, and often tries to cheer up others as well. Her calm disposition has led her to become the peacemaker in trying situations.

Backstory
Lalisa has very few memories of her parents, living her whole life in a gingerbread cottage at the edge of woods. Her grandmother, a baking witch, told Lalisa that her parents died in a werewolf attack, and to never stray into the forest. In spite of this, Lalisa began to develop a strong shine to plant magic, growing flowers in the dirt outside their doorstep.

Her grandmother was a secretive soul, and Lalisa was by and large kept away from outside contact. Homeschooled in everything her grandmother thought was necessary, Lalisa took to gardening to pass the time, and grandmama could only watch as she grew stronger and stronger.

Lalisa has been referred to as a "wild child", a changeling, and rumors of faery involvement abound, but her grandmother vehemently denies all charges. In reality, though, the story is this:

Faery Magic

Siofra is young and in love, but without child. At her wit's end, she commits the ultimate mistake: bargaining with the Fae. The Fae agree to give her a child, but on one condition—the child, once fully grown, will give their firstborn to the Fae. Desperate, Siofra agrees. She gives birth to a beautiful baby girl, and she and her husband are happy.

Her child grows up to be a woman, but Siofra has still not told her about the deal. When the Fae come for her grandchild, the mother is unprepared. She fights back, raising her child in secret, jumping from town to town to evade capture.

The Fae are not happy about this, but the mother has been successful. It has been a full year, making the contract null and void. When it becomes clear Lalisa's parents have no intention of giving up their child, they are killed in an "accident". Lalisa, gaining protection from her parent's death, is left alive.

Barred from breaking the unspoken rules, but plenty angry, the Fae spitefully cast their worst curse on the child—one that will "tear her apart from the inside out." Siofra, still alive, is given the child as a reminder of her cowardice and the deaths she caused. She raises Lalisa in silence, telling her nothing about the mark on her back or why she can talk to plants.

As Lalisa reaches adulthood, and is no longer safe in a gingerbread cottage, Siofra pulls some strings and puts her granddaughter on the next train to the Academy. Maybe they can do what she cannot.

Lalisa knows nothing, but her time is running out.

Other
Lalisa read a lot of books as a child, leading her to adopt a strange, old-fashioned way of speaking. Calls her grandmother "Grandmama".
Bakes cookies, cakes, and a variety of other sweet treats regularly. Hopes to help out in the kitchens.

Dialogue Color: SpringGreen
As seen in: Highschoolers, Fight on!

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: Ah, yes, Lalisa. My lovely little fairy child. She didn't really have a big role in the rp, though, other than quoting Romeo and Juliet and fainting. I really should've given her some healing powers, but... it was my first time as a gm, so a few things flew over my head.

Would I play again: ✿✿✿✿✿

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∘♡✿ 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔!

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Recently, I realized I have a ton of characters that I get really attached to, only for the rp to die 4 posts in. So, this will be my little house for all of those lost souls who haven't been used in a while, never got used at all, or simply are very dear to me. Of course, there are many that are lost to the sands of time forever, but in their cases, it should stay that way. But, I would very much love to use many of these again (especially Taeyung) so I think this will come in handy.

Now, go and peruse my lovely collection of big boys, little boys, and occasionally a girl. Well... I have an ample selection of girls. But I like my boys more.

What is the Strangest Thing That You've Done for an RP?

i recently have been looking up a ton of medical conditions and procedures for an 1x1 of mine. also, Finnish parables are a thing.

Domestic Samurai [Suki & OliveYou]

"Mmpgh." Chunjiro almost chokes on his tea, heart leaping into his throat as Haru's shy, sweet voice repeats his name, then nickname, until he's red up to the ears. He's not sure why it makes him so nervous, just that he'd be okay with hearing that every morning--wait, no! Why is he thinking that!? Snap out of it, Chunjiro!

Sipping his tea, he can feel Haru's gaze on him for a moment, a moment that feels far too long as the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with hyper-consciousness. He hopes he looks alright. It would be awkward to fix his posture now, but he wants to be a man worthy of being her husband. Even if that means bearing through this awkward first meeting. Surely things will get better, get easier with each passing day, until they can function normally around each other...

...Why does it feel like that's not going to happen for a while?

"Oh, no, no!" Chunjiro speaks hastily, swallowing a mouthful of hot tea a bit too quickly and wincing as it burns his throat. "I just meant... It's alright if you cook something simple. I'm... easy to please." Which is true--when you grow up with so many siblings, a bowl of rice and a bit of meat is often the norm, and Chunjiro has gotten used to eating sparsely, to let the younger ones get the nutrients they need. This quiet morning routine, with tea already prepared, is far more than Chunjiro usually gets, and while he hopes it will continue, he's alright with subsisting on rice and egg for the rest of his life. "I mean, usually I have to make it all myself, so..."

Seeing Haru apologize, then hang her head low, Chunjiro fidgets nervously. He doesn't think she needs to apologize so much, but if he says that, will she just apologize more? And, um, he doesn't want to make her cry... As Haru searches for a conversation topic, so does Chunjiro, a minute passing in awkward silence.

"Ah! I know!" Chunjiro says, abruptly breaking the silence. "You know how to make rice, right?" It's a question he already knows the answer to. Who in Japan doesn't know how to make rice? "There's a bag in the cabinet under the sink. Ah, it's a bit heavy though." Standing up, he crosses the small dining room, and, with strength that seemingly comes from nowhere--Chunjiro, while a fine samurai, has not quite hit his growth spurt--pulls a large bag of rice out from under the sink. Before Haru came to his house, Chunjiro was living off of this one bag--three meals of rice a day, plus whatever vegetables, meat, or seasonings he bought at the market that morning. As a result, he's quite good at cooking it.

"I don't have any vegetables at the moment... I guess I should've saved some of the food from the afterparty, huh?" he says, attempting a joke to lighten the mood. Glancing at Haru, he can't tell if she's the type to take a joke, but hey, it's worth a try. She's been staring at her cup of tea for the last few minutes. He hopes she's okay.

Domestic Samurai [Suki & OliveYou]

either chun is having a mental breakdown or he is now in a shoujo manga. you can only pick one.

Domestic Samurai [Suki & OliveYou]

"Ah, be careful...!" Did I frighten her? So much for not insulting her, somehow he's already managed to scare her by just walking into the room. What in his actions yesterday made her afraid of him? Chunjiro tries to remember, but most of the memories are too painfully embarrassing to revisit. Maybe it's just post-marriage ceremony jitters; he knows he's got them, but Haru? It's hard to tell with her, mostly because he's only known her for a day and a half. Was she always this... clumsy?

Watching Haru picks up the fragments one by one, though, makes Chunjiro's older brother instincts kick in. He barely suppresses the urge to jump up and grab the dustpan and hand broom from the corner of the room, the fear of Haru cutting herself compounded by similar incidents in his past. His younger sister, Maika, was an excellent cook, but had a bad habit of leaving dishes stacked precariously on the counter, just waiting for a stray elbow to topple them. Thank goodness her limbs are nowhere to be seen in Chunjiro's small house, or else she'd have broken every piece of his china by now.

..Though Haru seems to be on that track already. Chunjiro watches with confusion as Haru looks around the room, apparently looking for something... Oh.

"A-ah, you can put them in there," he says, pointing to a modest, large ceramic pot that sits near the stove. Of course. She doesn't know her way around the house. Anyone placed in a new environment would be anxious, not knowing where things are and being forced to interact with new people. At times like these, it's Chunjiro's duty to make sure Haru has everything, and can find everything, she needs to live here. But first...

"No, no, just Chunjiro is fine," Chunjiro says, flushing at the mere sound of Anata coming from Haru's lips. That is way--way too mature for him right now. That's like... mom and dad talking to each other! But then again, if he calls her Ka-san...!

"But i-if you'd like, you can call me by a nickname... Barely anyone calls me by my full name at the village, so..." Because nobody calls a stranger by their first name... but with the amount of siblings I have, calling everyone "Kato" just isn't viable... Thus, the idea of nicknames was born, and with it, a variety of silly names for Chunjiro. He's gotten used to everything from "Chu-kun" (his siblings) to "Kato-san" (his clients) and even "Chun-san."

“Tea?”

...Her hands tremble as they pour the tea, but Chunjiro doesn't even notice. His heart pounds in his ears, eyes drawn at once to the her small, pink lips, yet darting to her eyes, flashing like fish scales when they're hit by the sun, yet pulled her neck, her pale skin, her--

--The spout of the teapot clinks against the cup, dipping with Haru's shaky hands. Chunjiro breathes in, a tremendous, shaky breath that fills his lungs and makes his head dizzy, and realizes an important truth just before it slips out of reach again, forgotten. Haru's voice, rambling that Chunjiro catches onto five seconds too late, breaks through the daze. He blinks. Where was he, again? He looks down at his lap, and is surprised to find a cup of tea resting in his hands. Ah.

"Don't worry about breakfast, I'm not allergic to anything," he says, just a beat late. "I don't have time to eat anything elaborate, anyway... B-but, thank you for the tea."

Domestic Samurai [Suki & OliveYou]

i dont know why it took me three years to do a simple post but here it is. chun has so much worry please help him

oh and "oka-san" or simply "ka-san" is what a husband calls his wife; apparently it is also tradition for a wife to call the husband "anata" but that's up to you

Domestic Samurai [Suki & OliveYou]

"The gods have spoken. May your marriage... Be blessed."

Before Chunjiro opened his eyes, everything was fine. It was simply another spring day. The trees were blossoming, sending their flowery sakura scent flowing through the open window. Chunjiro was above the clouds, peacefully dreaming of beautiful blue skies and a river full of sleek, fat fish. Once he woke, however, the entire night's memories came rushing back. The wedding ceremony, intensely traditional, the celebration that followed, and then...

"Ah!"

Chunjiro shoots forward in his bed, woken by his own bad memories. Yesterday was all sorts of surreal; from waking to sleeping, he was surrounded by people trying to prepare him for the married life--the rest of his life. He's never been the type to make a fuss; which is why the entire village attending his ceremony was so... uncomfortable. Everyone's eyes on him, and then an afterparty full of alcohol and raucous singing. Not the most suitable activities for someone not even 18 years of age. The most unpleasant memory, however, wasn't the embarrassment of being watched by other people. No, all of that was far outweighed by his own embarrassment at meeting his wife.

Chunjiro flops back down with a groan. Right, that did happen. And it was awful. Haru, his bride, was nothing but shy and innocent throughout the whole ceremony, and it made him all the more anxious. She's so delicate! So... so cute. And now she's his wife.

"What am I supposed to do now?" Chunjiro mumbles, looking around his room. The birds chirping, the tatami flooring, and the early morning light are all the same as yesterday, but now with one monumental change--he is now a married man, and his house is now the home of two people, not just one. For all his mother's teachings about loyalty and duty, there was nothing about this.

"Ha..." Well, he thinks, life goes on. He rises from his bed, busying himself with his usual morning rituals. At least the washing and dressing are the same. But, breakfast... He'll have to eat with Haru, won't he? Won't that be horribly awkward? Shuffling down the hall, Chunjiro stops outside of the kitchen door, steeling himself. Just the thought of seeing Haru makes him unbearably nervous, but his father always told him not to be a coward, so here he goes--!

Stepping into the kitchen, Chunjiro sees Haru, bending over the stove to boil water for tea. Oh god. There she is. What does he do. Come to think of it, even if he does greet her, how does he...? What does he even CALL her? Okusan? Haru-san? Haru? There are too many options and none of them sound good. Chunjiro gulps, for a moment considering just turning around and going back to bed, but the words come out before he can stop them--manners beaten into him from years of lectures.

"G-good morning..." he says softly, kneeling down in front of the table in the center of the room. He hesitates, cheeks darkening, but summons the courage to continue. These are his first real words to his wife. Haru is surely a nice and well-mannered girl; he does not want to be the one to insult her. "...K-ka-san. Unless there is something else you would like to be called," he adds, eyes focused on the floor as blood rushes to his cheeks and ears, painting them bright red. This is even worse than he thought it would be. He can't even look at her for fear his head will explode of embarrassment.