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Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

Hollyhock

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^{@Stern Algorithm@Obscene Symphony}

"It's about as good as the food from nobility can be." Hollyhock said as she gave a smile to Jannick. She knew how her Templar was when he was like this. Hand in his pocket, the glances towards balconies, all of the signs that he wanted a little break. "Go have a smoke. I'll be here with Sara. Though, I suppose you're also leaving me with Theobald if Sara has to return to his side. Are you sure you want him to be an influence on me?"

She stuffed her mouth with another forkful of pasta.

It was a pleasant party. Though, perhaps they should have planned the party better. The lights had shut off. Had someone plugged in a little too much into an outlet? Well, it would only be a momentary distraction. Someone would go and flip the breaker. The light would be back on. Hollyhock could stuff herself with some more food. Simple as.

Unfortunately, that idea was complicated by the arrival of party crashers.

Hollyhock shrieked as the windows broke and dropped her plate. The shattering of porcelain blended into the noise of broken glass as she instinctively covered her ears. It was a good thing that she did considering that bullets had nearly immediately began to fly.

"No smoke break!" Hollyhock immediately yelped out at Jannick.

When Sara gave instructions, Hollyhock was willing to follow them. While she usually wouldn't enjoy Theobald's company, he was perhaps good company at this type of party. Strength in numbers was usually a good idea. It was especially good if those numbers included a Scion who knew how to fight. Hollyhock wasn't going to be useful in an enclosed fight; her mastery of her power ranged from minute and accurate control of wind to devastating hurricane. She didn't exactly practice that useful middle range that wouldn't demolish the building.

Sara had left Hollyhock's side to deal with the party crashers using incredible violence. It was now up to Jannick to protect her.

She lifted the sides of her dress and revealed a set of Rosaria Force Twos that she had been wearing for the festivities. It helped explain why Hollyhock chose to wear a dress that went to the ground; she wasn't about to put herself in a pair of heels. With a glance and nod at Jannick, she went sprinting towards Theobald in a freakishly fast, low to the ground dash. Whoever was chasing after her wouldn't be able to keep up. Theobald was hard to miss, even with the orb of light casting harsh shadows on the party-turned-battlefield.

It certainly was an event to prepare for the new year.

SPIRITUM

Justice

W A R D E N

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Justice

"No last name."
20 | 5'4" | WARDEN 2^nd class

A P P E A R A N C E

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Justice has a great deal of scars on her body, mostly gained from pushing herself even beyond what basic training had to offer. She's also rather muscular for her size as though she's denser than most people.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

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Justice could best be described as a grim and sardonic delinquent. While she's serious when her superiors are watching, she's a bit of a rabble rouser when left alone. She'll mostly jokingly invite fights and threaten people. Her filter doesn't exist, so long as a CO isn't watching.

She isn't really the type to lie, even if it was a white lie. If someone wounded asks her if it's bad, she'll reply with "no shit" before attempting first aid. If she gets in trouble, she'll state her exact thought process that lead to it.

Surprisingly, Justice has a mind for tactics and is quite a diligent leader. She looks after those around her. Though, she is willing to put them in a headlock if they get on her nerves. Perhaps indomitable is a better word to describe her. Be it out of spite, anger, or some desire to prove something, she's not one to give up or stop moving.

B A C K G R O U N D

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Being the descendant of war heroes, one would expect Justice to be emblematic of a soldier. Perhaps her attitude would be better if any of them had been alive when she was born. Justice's childhood was that of nausea and illness. Ever since she could remember, she felt the Mist. Through it, she felt both the world around her and every movement of her own innards.

When the survey had reached Justice, what they had found was a desperate and sickly child. Someone who felt only anger at the way she was forced to live.

Well, the military could fix her attitude. She'd probably grow out of her weakness. What they wanted was her aptitude.

They were right. The hellish training was kept her mind off of the Mist around her. She climbed ropes until they were dyed red. She ran until she vomited and collapsed. She filled her mind with as many handbooks that she could. It kept her mind off of what she felt from the world around her. Her desperation to dull her senses drove her beyond most.

Or maybe it was the genes passed from war hero to war hero that pushed her ahead of her peers. It would have made sense. She pushed those around her to match her dangerous pace. If someone was lagging behind, she would get behind them and push them forwards. Though, Justice would never acknowledge her familial lineage. She refused the last name of heroes she had never met.

Either way, she graduated as a 2nd class ranger. Her skills suited it, after all. What she had learned was how to control and utilize her perception. Information was key on the battlefield. There was nothing better than someone who could sense the world around them.

C O M B A T

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Combat Class:
Ranger/Combat Support (Radar)

Combat Style:
Justice's class was decided nearly entirely based on how she perceives the Astral Mist. She feels the mist as an extension of herself: a second skin, so to speak. This skin allows her to have a powerful perception of what's nearby. To detect what's further away, she can manipulate the mist in a simpler way. She can either release meaningless pulses of magic that allow her to feel a wide area or she can release nearly undetectable beams of magic that allow her to, given enough time, detect a large area around her. This perception comes with an important caveat: she can't wear armour or else she can't feel the weave.

This also allows her to be skilled at stealth. Her magic can alter forms of detection. So long as she is aware of it, she can use her magic to counter typical radars, LIDAR, and forms of magical detection. Though, she can't do a thing to security cameras.

Justice is especially adept at CQC and the usage of all sorts of weaponry. Though, she isn't graceful and skilled. She's more of a violent brute willing to shatter her fists on someone's skull while choking another person out with her legs. In fact, the reason why she's skilled in so many weapons is because she kept on breaking them. When she isn't choking someone out, she's usually off to build traps or design ambushes.

To cover for her lack of armour, she's quite adept at using small-scale barrier magic. Her affinity for the Mist allows for small barriers to be formed in response to attacks. However, this does mean that it's an imperfect defence. High-powered shots typical of cracking armour would breach her barriers unless she prepares for them. In addition, she can be overwhelmed by long-fights since her defence is directly linked to her becoming mistburnt. She's much better not being shot at.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

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Gerard: While their relationship is one of general respect, Justice doesn't exactly get along with Gerard for one reason: their snark comes from completely opposite places. While Gerard is snide and egotistical, Justice is choleric and twisted; she'd sooner put him in in the walls of Jericho than acknowledge remarks that wouls inflate his ego. Her immediate opinion of Gerard has mellowed out now that they've graduated--especially because she can hang her rank above his should the need arise.

Kalina: Justice is acutely aware of Kalina's struggles with normalcy. In that way, Justice is an odd sort of rock for her: she's equally as grim and maladjusted as the mercenaries who raised Kalina. She thinks of Kalina as a good squad member. She does her job. Kalina is one of two people in the squad she won't often rib. Surprisingly, Kalina's bat-out-of-hell flight style doesn't bother Justice. She already lived a life of sensory hell.

Lance: Justice has appreciation for Lance. On the squad member front, he's about everything you want from a man with little talent. He's also the person who she likes the most on the squad solely for the reason that he had a significant amount of ranger training. Lance is the other person on the squad she won't often rib. He just doesn't react in entertaining ways. On the other hand, his chaste nature is an easy target for someone willing to put their squadmates into a headlock.

Tony: If Tony wasn't in her squad, the two of them would probably get along being maladjusted soldiers. Unfortunately, Justice has the wear the role of an authority figure to a man who clearly dislikes authority. She considers him a bit exhausting to deal with and will openly invite him to fight when he gets snippy. Thankfully, Justice's disregard for rules when her superiors aren't watching her has allowed for a mutual peace with Tony.

Silje: Silje makes Tony look like a spa treatment. Having a friend who's saccharine is something that would annoy Justice, but she could handle it. Having a subordinate who can space out during live-fire exercises is significantly worse. Thankfully, routine training has made a soldier out of her. Out of all of her squad members, Silje is the one that requires most of Justice's attention.

SPIRITUM

Justice

W A R D E N

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Justice

"No last name."
20 | 5'4" | WARDEN 2^nd class

A P P E A R A N C E

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Justice has a great deal of scars on her body, mostly gained from pushing herself even beyond what basic training had to offer. She's also rather muscular for her size as though she's denser than most people.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

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Justice could best be described as a grim and sardonic delinquent. While she's serious when her superiors are watching, she's a bit of a rabble rouser when left alone. She'll mostly jokingly invite fights and threaten people. Her filter doesn't exist, so long as a CO isn't watching.

She isn't really the type to lie, even if it was a white lie. If someone wounded asks her if it's bad, she'll reply with "no shit" before attempting first aid. If she gets in trouble, she'll state her exact thought process that lead to it.

Surprisingly, Justice has a mind for tactics and is quite a diligent leader. She looks after those around her. Though, she is willing to put them in a headlock if they get on her nerves. Perhaps indomitable is a better word to describe her. Be it out of spite, anger, or some desire to prove something, she's not one to give up or stop moving.

B A C K G R O U N D

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Being the descendant of war heroes, one would expect Justice to be emblematic of a soldier. Perhaps her attitude would be better if any of them had been alive when she was born. Justice's childhood was that of nausea and illness. Ever since she could remember, she felt the Mist. Through it, she felt both the world around her and every movement of her own innards.

When the survey had reached Justice, what they had found was a desperate and sickly child. Someone who felt only anger at the way she was forced to live.

Well, the military could fix her attitude. She'd probably grow out of her weakness. What they wanted was her aptitude.

They were right. The hellish training was kept her mind off of the Mist around her. She climbed ropes until they were dyed red. She ran until she vomited and collapsed. She filled her mind with as many handbooks that she could. It kept her mind off of what she felt from the world around her. Her desperation to dull her senses drove her beyond most.

Or maybe it was the genes passed from war hero to war hero that pushed her ahead of her peers. It would have made sense. She pushed those around her to match her dangerous pace. If someone was lagging behind, she would get behind them and push them forwards. Though, Justice would never acknowledge her familial lineage. She refused the last name of heroes she had never met.

Either way, she graduated as a 2nd class ranger. Her skills suited it, after all. What she had learned was how to control and utilize her perception. Information was key on the battlefield. There was nothing better than someone who could sense the world around them.

C O M B A T

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Combat Class:
Ranger/Combat Support (Radar)

Combat Style:
Justice's class was decided nearly entirely based on how she perceives the Astral Mist. She feels the mist as an extension of herself: a second skin, so to speak. This skin allows her to have a powerful perception of what's nearby. To detect what's further away, she can manipulate the mist in a simpler way. She can either release meaningless pulses of magic that allow her to feel a wide area or she can release nearly undetectable beams of magic that allow her to, given enough time, detect a large area around her. This perception comes with an important caveat: she can't wear armour or else she can't feel the weave.

This also allows her to be skilled at stealth. Her magic can alter forms of detection. So long as she is aware of it, she can use her magic to counter typical radars, LIDAR, and forms of magical detection. Though, she can't do a thing to security cameras.

Justice is especially adept at CQC and the usage of all sorts of weaponry. Though, she isn't graceful and skilled. She's more of a violent brute willing to shatter her fists on someone's skull while choking another person out with her legs. In fact, the reason why she's skilled in so many weapons is because she kept on breaking them. When she isn't choking someone out, she's usually off to build traps or design ambushes.

To cover for her lack of armour, she's quite adept at using small-scale barrier magic. Her affinity for the Mist allows for small barriers to be formed in response to attacks. However, this does mean that it's an imperfect defence. High-powered shots typical of cracking armour would breach her barriers unless she prepares for them. In addition, she can be overwhelmed by long-fights since her defence is directly linked to her becoming mistburnt. She's much better not being shot at.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

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Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

Hollyhock

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^{@Stern Algorithm}

Hollyhock had been approached by Sara. Unlike Sara's usual ward, Hollyhock didn't immediately engage in scorn and contempt. Rather, the first thing Hollyhock's eyes went to was the plate of food that Sara had been meticulously building. It was full of simpler foods that had less oil, butter, and seasoning. Hollyhock approved. It was a good plating. Someone like Theo would have probably filled his plate with rice, chicken, and broccoli that had all been boiled together.

"I enjoy it about as much as I can. People outside the church seldom approach a Scion wearing a veil. I just honour the push and pull and have my fill."

Hollyhock grabbed a small bowl of pasta and placed it on her plate.

"Jannick does a good job even when I give him the slip. Once he bites into something, he never lets go. Like a uh... honey badger." Hollyhock mused. The man wasn't quite a wolf. She moved her head a little while she digested Sara's comments about Theo.

"If I may offer a little sage advice: sometimes, people need to be protected from themselves. War makes a man's body strangle his soul."

She paused for a moment to gauge Sara's response. It was quite a long pause considering that Hollyhock spent that moment to shovel some Pasta Reggiano into her mouth.

"That line was from Ophelia. From the part where her father was sending her off to her arranged marriage to the mad duke. Though I suppose it's not a great source of advice. That the play was a tragedy, after all. What would I know?"

Her head turned to the noise of glass shattering. In the distance, it had appeared a servant had collided with someone. She watched as Caralynn admonished the servant. Hollyhock's mixture of smug smiles and breezy glances had been replaced by a grimace. Really, making a scene about that kind of thing was something awful. You just become the centre of attention in a negative way.

"Though I do suppose Jannick's presence at my side would defend me from that awful wench."

S P I R I T U M

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Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

Hollyhock

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Unsurprisingly, Hollyhock behaved herself during the procession. She was still pious and respected church events even though all bets were off the second one of her obligations finished. Even though she had a disdain for photos and being in the spotlight, standing alongside her peers--especially Maya--made sure that she was never the focus of photography. It was also a blessing that Isabella was there; Hollyhock was just a footnote for those who cared enough to follow the Rosarian royal family.

Before they had walked out, Jannick had motherly pointed out the chocolate stains on her face. Her veil would have covered it, but the thought was appreciated. She wiped her mouth using a pocket handkerchief.

Smile, wave, and follow behind the other Scions. That was her strategy in every single procession. Though, she supposed it didn't really matter if she smiled or not.

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While she had some mystery novel misgivings about going to a hilltop manor for an after party, she wasn't going to bring them up to anyone. It was a myopic statement with a death so close. Plus, it wasn't like they had to go through a treacherous mountain road that would definitely have been blocked during a storm. Maybe Jannick would have thought it to be funny.

But Jannick was off entertaining the wallflowers. Hollyhock was, for the most part, unsupervised.

This meant that she spent the party walking and stuffing herself with as much as she could. Hors d'oeuvres had been devoured like she was part-horse. If someone had been astute and been paying attention to her (in present company, such behaviour would be rather strange), then they would have noticed that she had gone through four different plates already.

It was more than her usual supper, but the festivities crunched her regular meal schedule. Sure, she had breakfast, brunch, and elevenses, but her lunch, tea, siesta, and dinner were all interrupted by the appointment and procession. She was now deep into supper territory with half of what she usually ate. Cookies did what they could to tide her over, but only three?

It would be a disaster if the night turned out like a mystery novel. Unless the poison was in the champagne, she was probably going to be the first victim with how much she ate. Hollyhock rarely drank out of the principle that alcohol would take up room in her stomach normally devoted to food.

Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

Hollyhock

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Hollyhock knew of most of the Scions and Templars already. After all, she was a Scion for 16 years. While she hated spending her youth studying unimportant matters, it did give her a healthy knowledge of politics and who was who.

She knew nothing of Ionna besides her appointment. But Ionna gave her cookies which automatically made the frosh Templar her favourite.

Rather predictably, Hollyhock saw Theo approaching and speaking to Commander Fyodor. She knew the bare minimum of the Scion of Fire's background. However, she wasn't going to approach the two veterans. While she was a fan of meat, she preferred it as food and not physique. They had an ominous aura; they were one firm handshake away from their shirts ripping off. Well, at least Theo's was.

Though, she did feel a bit bad for his Templar who had followed him. Rumors of their unfriendly relationship did make their way to Hollyhock's ears. It was unfortunate, but what did Hollyhock know? She grew up sheltered. If she had been fighting against a nation that denounced her beliefs, would she be able to accept someone who was a descendant of that nation?

But the ominous aura kept getting closer. It wasn't coming from the two veterans. It was something far more evil. Someone that stood for everything that Hollyhock despised. Someone who caused Hollyhock to immediately build up her flight response. With a flick of her hand, Hollyhock lowered her veil in preparation for who was to come. While she didn't participate in social media, Hollyhock was cruelly aware of it - and she was fully aware of the constant media spotlight named Miriam Grâce Desrosiers.

Thankfully, Jannick had tracked her down by presumably smelling his way to whatever food source was nearby. His presence was always reassuring. He would leap in front of any photo taken of Hollyhock in a bout of media self-sacrifice. Well, she could dream that he would. It was more likely that his ocular pat-downs wouldn't recognize a danger.

Then arrived a figure to break the ill omen that was an influencer's aura: the young Scion of Light. She truly was radiant. In the way that all children were, at least.

With two and a half cookies in one hand, Hollyhock returned a polite curtsy with cookie-filled hand over heart. Though, she did not raise her long dress enough to show off her choice in footwear. If she had been wearing Weezies, she would have probably lifted her dress enough to show the princess. Unfortunately (more likely fortunately), Hollyhock was rather strict when it came to what she wore. Weezies didn't make the cut.

"And a good day to you, Princess Rosemary."

While Hollyhock would have usually been boringly polite for such an event, the addition of cookies had thrown all formality out of the window. Besides, she was watching the young Scion share in her delight of sweets. Hollyhock couldn't keep up etiquette with something so adorable in front of her.

With Maya came Edmund. Unfortunately, Templars didn't usually have reputations that preceded them unless there was significant politics involved. They were good people who did their job and they didn't often interact with other Scions. Hollyhock listened to his fun fact, curious on what he was like. Of course, his brief reverence to the arts was befitting of someone from Rosaria. Not that she knew where he was born; it just tended to be that most people who referenced sonnets shared her birthplace.

Hollyhock never liked Redcrosse. Though, she had not read his works since she was ten. At that age, she was more entertained by the profanity-littered works of Piedspere. His insight of nature was limited to the sound of breaking wind. However, Hollyhock wasn't about to bring up her childhood enjoyment of classical fart jokes in front of a seven year old princess.

Thankfully, the arrival of Kasper and his friendly offer meant that there was now a wall protecting Hollyhock from Maya's grip of influence. Likewise, one of the two men of the hour arriving would mean that she could more easily escape from the prying eyes of social media.

It was also good to know that Hollyhock's worries were not unfounded. Immediately, they were posing for pictures with hugs and pleasantries. Extroverts like Maya were truly a danger to Hollyhock's personal well-being.

Fortunately for Jannick, Hollyhock didn't bolt away from this danger. When Justinian approached Jannick (Jarric?), Hollyhock threw a bizarre jab at his fun fact.

"And I see you're in the habit of glazing your wild side, your holiness."

Ionna had found a kindred spirit to have an interesting conversation with. Hollyhock was, however, a bit out of her depth listening to them. If one of them brought up the intricacies of such an arm, then Hollyhock would completely lose the plot. While she knew of sculpting and magic, magitech was something she had no idea about.

The World We Left Behind (Steampunk/Sci Fi, Mecha, Adventure, Progressing Technology RP)

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Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

Hollyhock

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The sombre air was stifling and cold. The ceremony of bestowal was meant to be a traditional formality. It was the recognition of the obligations and duties of a Templar. This time, it was different. Hollyhock could feel the distrust and anger brush against her exposed wrists. Her loose dress and veil, more formal and darker than usual, comforted her in this atmosphere.

Hollyhock wasn't really a friend of the late Theo. It was strange, wasn't it? A young Hollyhock often saw the Estoran prince as her duties required, yet they had never had childish conversations to fondly look back on. When Theo had become a Scion, they exchanged meaningless pleasantries as people in the same position would. She had never asked about his life, his thoughts, or any such matter. Now she couldn't.

She supposed that perhaps it was for the best that she was distant with the prince. It was better that she felt an empathetic sadness rather than a personal sorrow.

Luckily, her stomach didn't betray her for the bestowal. No rumbles or grumbles to break the solemn ceremony. While it would have usually been ignored, the vestiges of death were apparent in the proceedings. Or maybe it should have. It would have at least kept some eyes off of Tyler.

The year end's itinerary was quite painful for Hollyhock. Having this ceremony at 5 and the procession at 6 made for a very dangerous timeline: it cut directly into her first dinner.

Jannick would know this well. However, not well enough to actually stop her. By the time that the ceremony ended, he would have noticed that Hollyhock had already disappeared.

And where was Hollyhock?

Well, she had reappeared beside Ionna with veil lifted and three cookies: one in each hand and one already in her mouth. Nobody had noticed her arriving and grabbing cookies. She was just there and already eating.

A healthy crunch caused the cookie in her mouth to fall, her already full hands managing to catch it. The gooey treat filled her mouth with the flavours of sweet wheat and chocolate. A smile filled her face as her cheeks were stuffed like a small animal.

She gulped down the cookie, her cheeks as rosy as ever and a streak of chocolate at the side of her mouth.

"I can play a half-dozen instruments, control the wind, and my favourite type of cookie is triple chocolate chunk."

Scion: The Prophecy of Anani

Hollyhock

Hollyhock Rosaria Malvales

________________________________________ Hollyhock Rosaria Malvales Female | 22 | Rosaria Scion of Wind _______________________________________________ "... Please don't ask me to look after her again." ________________________________________

"If you ask me, all this stuff about nobility and politics is a proper crocka." Holy Sigil Location Hollyhock's sigil is located on the nape of her neck. Appearance At 5'2" with a thin build, Hollyhock isn't an imposing figure. Rosaria's beauty is apparent. While a dull slate, her eyes are still striking by means of a fearless gaze. Her hair naturally curls like her mother's. Her skin is similar to other descendants of Rosaria: a warm glow that has its natural smoothness only disrupted by a natural blush. While the descendants of Rosaria could usually be described as the perfect model, Hollyhock behaviour and style is certainly not fitting with her family. She'd sooner hunch over and flash hand signs to observers than walk with grace. While she appreciates the artistry of fashion on others, she has little care towards her personal fashion. Loose clothes and big hats are her style of choice. Personality Hollyhock is a gluttonous troublemaker. Her interests are typical for one raised in Rosaria: art, music, entertainment, and the like. Where she is unique is her love of food. She loves eating, she loves watching people eat, and she loves being watched eat. For a noble, Hollyhock has little filter or delicacy. She says what's on her mind without caring about the consequences. While she does have the education to act the part as a refined noble, her true self tends to be a lot more vulgar and relaxed. She has an overwhelming desire to not be chained down to anything. This has led to her habit of immediately wandering off the second nobody is looking at her. While she has empathy and a general sense of duty because of her gift, she also doesn't believe she needs to be a pawn in the political games of the Rosarian court. This has left her at odds with her family who have been trying to reap the rewards of her Scionhood. She has a fairly laissez-faire attitude towards the usage of a Scion's elemental magic. If questioned why, she'd respond by asking "if Incepta gave us hands, why would be need permission to grasp?" Hollyhock is fairly pious. Despite this, she doesn't recognize the full authority of the church. To her, the church is an institution of mortals given power by common agreement. She doesn't consider herself divine by virtue of being a Scion, either. She was merely lucky--or unlucky--enough to have a blessing no different than the blessing of human inception. Biography When the previous Scion of wind passed, it was expected that one of her children would manifest as the next Scion. Watchful eyes focused on her kin that were involved in politics. It caused quite a stir when the next Scion appeared in her estranged grandson's family. Hollyhock's family was never involved in the political sphere. While the name of Rosaria carried weight within nobility, it had a caveat: the name of Rosaria held power matrilineally. The second son of the third son of the previous Scion, while bearing the name, did not bear any power or responsibility. Only two generations down from the previous Scion, they were isolated to steward a small township. Her memories of childhood are typical for a noble as they were marked with absence. Hollyhock's earliest memories are of her wet nurse and nannies, not of her mother's care. She could never forget the taste of the desserts her nannies would sneakily give her. That changed on a particularly rainy day. A six year old Hollyhock, the third daughter, had split the clouds because her nanny wouldn't let her walk in the garden. No longer was she the third daughter. No, now she was their golden child. She was now supposed to be the perfect Scion to bring honour and prestige to their family. Her upbringing became rigid. Gone were the lackadaisical days she spent with her nannies. Now she spent every day studying the skills befitting of a Scion without a moment's rest. Her family quickly rose to prominence in Rosaria's court. Their meagre roles as nobles had grown. Every noble family wanted to bask in the prestige and influence that came with the historic title. The world wished to see the young Scion of wind. Media fame came immediately as she was toured around. She received gifts, sure. But they were gifts from other families meant to arrange marriage and alliances. There certainly was more love that she received as the Scion than what she could remember as a young child. But this love was conditional and transactional. Hollyhock grew up with this understanding. It was a shame for her family that Hollyhock wasn't a filial daughter. Instead, what they got was a troublemaker. Someone who was willing to climb out of the window and down trusses to avoid studying. A girl who would sneak into town to buy roasted skewers to eat with paupers. A girl that would leave in the middle of interviews because the lights had begun to bother her. Weapon of Choice Hollyhock uses arrows that she can fling around using magic both elemental and unaspected. She doesn't have a bow, though. Misc. Theme She's been a scion for 16 years. Hollyhock is a surprisingly proficient user of magic since she frequently uses it to escape. She's quite bad at fighting, though. If all eyes are off Hollyhock for a brief moment, she can slip out of an area as though she were a supernatural entity. She's quite talented at various arts from her education as a Rosarian noble. She's good at painting, playing about a half-dozen instruments, and could probably write a play. She's god awful at singing though. Her voice is like a drowning cat. She was quite a famous personality while growing up. Since becoming old enough that her family can no longer drag her around, she became considerably more reclusive from the media. Corsets are met with violence. If Hollyhock has to make public appearances due to her duties as a Scion, she usually wears a veil to at least partially obscure her face.