Potter

Avalia

Rue

Time: Morning
Location: Surfside Cafe > Beach
Interaction: @Helo Bowyn, Annya @princess, Raven/Eris @Tae
Equipment: Small backpack, two knives, rations, water flask, hygiene products, new outfit

Rue was delighted when the elf, Eris, called her wise. She listened to her speak with curiosity. Her attention was caught like a fisher on a hook. Her words melted like snow on the ground. It seemed as though they were sincere, yuet something felt off. Was she wrong? She decided to talk to Bowyn about it later. The elf girl, Raven, spoke up next.The conversation became more complex and her head began to ache. Such serious conversations only hurt her heart. Why couldn’t they all get along and have peace? Isn’t that what life was about? She sighed and didn’t respond back.

Weariness began to overcome her. The hot sun was baking her and she sweated more than she had in her life. She kept pressing her hand to her forehead while listening to their elven comrades. His comments were full of hypocrisy and flaws and Rue would ignore it. Wondering if Bowyn was hot also, she glanced at him. He had rested his head on her shoulder. A faint smile on her face, Rue rested her head against his and gently ran a hand through his hair. It was comforting and she knew he bore darkness inside of him but didn’t care. She’d do whatever it took to help him out of it. Rue stood up once he removed his head off her shoulder. ”I could go for some lunch and get away from the sun.”

Before they could depart, a blue creature was spotted nearby. She frowned as she watched him like a hawk watching its prey. What was that creature…? It was levitating which seemed like a demi human trait but was not one. She heard Annya speak and moved to reply, but the beach around her began to spin. Nausea overwhelmed her. The sound of the beachgoers, the slime festival ending, and the birds became background noise. Rushing in her head made her clasp her hands to her feet. Rue opened her mouth to cry for help when darkness overwhelmed her and she slammed backwards onto the sand. There was a thud as her backpack hit the sand and her seashells broke her fall for her head.

Avalia

Saoirse

Time: Morning, 9am
Location: Beach > Bathhouse
Interactions: @Th3King0fChaos Ismael, @Omni5876 Arn, @Kazemitsu Kharne, @FunnyGuy Kaleb
Mentions: n/a

Appearance

New Appearance from Disguise Ring & New Outfit

Equipment

-Backpack filled with brass knuckles, multiple knives, lighter and some matches, mask.
-Left at room: wad of cash, black long sleeve shirt, leggings, black combat boots, and red leather jacket with hood.

The entire slime festival was a pain in the ass. Saoirse didn’t know why she volunteered for this stupid event, but it beat sitting on the beach doing nothing. How did those girls find it fun to sit around and talk? The idea made her want to slit her throat. The disgusting creatures splattered them all with some poisonous liquid they couldn’t ingest. Disgusting. More annoying than that were the creatures she shared the beach with. One overgrown reptile with a resemblance to a snake had knocked into her a few times. The man offered her his help but she rejected him and got up on her own. ”One more time and I might ask you for compensation for the bruises I’ll have.” With a scowl, she moved back to a quieter area. Keep to yourself, don’t get in trouble…

Fortunately, the event ended. Now she stood, covered in disgusting slime, awaiting her prize. Once it was given to her, she examined it and stuffed it in her backpack. The currency she held made her grin. Then, her attention turned to the ragtag group she’d been with. The overbearing dragonborn with his faithful human were here, the curious dwarf, and the egomaniac, Kaleb. Raven and he had spent the night together which made her wonder. She decided she might be grateful she’d end up with another human but didn’t care. She scrutinized his outfit and tried not to snort with laughter. She followed the actor anyways since she had nowhere else to go; his conversation with Ismael made her roll her eyes so hard they might fall out. Did he think he looked impressive? He looked like a clown in her mind. Ismael’s reply back caused her to raise her eyebrows. Their idle chit chat wasn’t enough to hurt her feelings, and turned her attention away. “R.B.F with the red boots”. She laughed and rolled her eyes again.

Saoirse sighed as she followed them to the bathhouse. Kaleb led the pack and announced his slime count. Were they going for fucking trophies now? Ridiculous. Her stomach rumbled and she hoped the food would be free as well. She would go on another’s dime if possible as saving money was important to her. Hopefully they could grab a bite to eat and some alcohol after the bathhouse. This ragtag group annoyed her and she found herself losing patience with them. Prior to entering her stall, Saoirse laid her equipment down and moved into her private area for females. She watched as the slime rolled off her skin and closed her eyes, wishing nothing more than to be left alone.

However, that wouldn’t occur for a long time, so she gritted her teeth and forced herself to speak. ”You all talk too much.” Her words weren’t soft or kind, but honest. ”And by the way Kaleb, I’m not a sidekick. Don't talk about me like that ever again. I'm a main character.” After showering with their bizarre products, Saoirse entered the pool. She sat next to Arn who seemed to be the most tolerable person in the group. Remaining silent, she studied the group with a sigh and awaited whatever conversation occurred next.

Avalia

Tigerlily

Time: Morning
Interaction: Lizzie @Tae, Barboda @Alivefalling, Helio @princess
Tesoro aka “Rat” @Infinite Cosmos, Nym @helo, @FunnyGuy Ardyn’s Crew
Location: Aboard the Harem

Equipment

Wearing: new outfit, sword strapped to her belt, enchanted with return enchantment; daggers in her boots, sheathed and one hanging from belt, plus hat/cape from her outfit below
In her bag inside: Location sender, time teller, eye protectors & dark sight, glasses; Outfit Bought from Sailor’s Emporium

Helio’s descent toward the enemy had distracted Tigerlily. Wide-eyed she watched as he began flying around the enemy and blasting them with dark magic. She knew he could defend himself, yet part of her heart ached. The dark elf met the challenge. Sighing, she turned away and decided to keep an eye on it. Ardyn’s crew began to board their ship, but their ties were cut off by Barboda. With his crossbow he shot at a few of their enemies while Tesoro dispatched the canine demi. Five of the enemies fell into the water and remained alive, which made Tigerlily grin. A swift drowning would be merciful but that wasn’t her. Their Captain seemed to fare well and wasn’t her priority either. Nym seemed safe and occupied by the cannon, so she trusted him to remain well. Tesoro’s comments played in the back of her mind. She had almost laughed. What was wrong with her?

Tigerlily glanced at Lizzie anyway and gestured to the water. Then, she ran over to the side and jumped over it into the water. The familiar sound of cracking and shifting bones filled the air as her legs swiftly morphed into a long, pink mermaid tail. She grinned at the enemies' fear. She grabbed a dark elf first by the leg and dragged him under. He beat her with fists but she wasn’t distracted. Being punched didn’t hurt her, but it did annoy her. She let go of his leg and smacked him with her tail and watched as he flew into the bottom of The Harem. The crunch of his body and neck splitting apart was music to her ears. As the light faded from his eyes, she blew him a kiss. Turning her attention back to others, Tigerlily swam at them next.

The lizard demi managed to stab her in the tail, despite being shot. This only infuriated the siren. The pain numbed as she focused on her prey. One by one they drowned and sank to the bottom of the ocean. She furiously whacked them both with her injured tail out of spite. The crunches were satisfactory enough. Tigerlily swam back to the surface and watched the scenario play out. She knew the rest of the crew was somewhere else and began scanning the surface for them, while watching out for any surprises. Her gaze kept flickering to Helio’s battle. She swore if that dark elf hurt him, he’d get the worst death imaginable.

Avalia

Xavier

Time: Morning
Location: Avian City
Interactions: @helo Orias, @CitrusArms Aiko, @princess Yuka, @FunnyGuy Augus
Xavier’s Equipment: His sword, and outfit

Relief flooded through Xavier once their goal had been accomplished. He glanced at Orias when he spoke to him and nodded. Now wasn’t the time for questions. He swallowed hard. This was so fanatical that he had difficulty comprehending it. Soon enough they were in the captain’s estate where there were sky guards everywhere. It reminded him of back home and a pang of homesickness hit him. He brushed it aside, reminding himself he had to focus. Yuka's voice interrupted his reverie and he tried not to show his amusement. It proved difficult and started chuckling.

The briskness from the captain, Argus, made Xavier almost grin. He could see King Victor staring at him and ordering him to protect Jessamine. How funny was it that they were so alike? He took several deep breaths as the challenge was ordered. He had to use his lightning again, but how did he do it without hurting Yuka? He set her down and smirked in amusement at her call to Caelestis. ”Please stand back.” Xavier reminded her and made sure she was safe. A glance at Aiko came off as a warning. He stepped forward and dressed Argus firmly, ”Yes sir.”

Xavier studied his hands. He realized his power had been activated upon being spooked by Yuka. The frustration had also helped. He didn’t want to harm the others and glanced around to make sure he was far enough alone. Then, shutting his eyes, focused once more on those emotions. How he hated to be tickled; Reese had teased him often. He took a deep breath as he focused hard and felt warmth in his hands. He opened his eyes to find wisps of lightning forming, but nothing concrete. His heart began hammering like it would prior to a battle. What if he couldn’t do it again? What would they do with Yuka and the others? He couldn’t let anything happen to them!

With difficulty he concentrated hard and allowed the anger to fill him. Crackling filled the silence, followed by two bolts of lightning that dented the ground on either side of him, far enough away from Orias. Xavier grinned as he stared at his creation and then at Argus with hope in his eyes. Had that been satisfactory, he wondered? He moved his hands and watched as the sparks flickered and died. Xavier bit his lip and awaited further orders from Augus while glancing at Orias and raising his eyebrows.

Avalia

Rosaria

Time: Morning
Location: Desert
Interactions: @baraquiel Jomari, @Alivefalling Caelan, @13org Nuallán
Mentions: @Helo Leaf, @Alivefalling Caelan, @FunnyGuy Slick, @princess Sophie, @mole Aurora

Equipment --- Edited

Wearing:
Outfit, Unbreakable and returning enchantments on her swords, bow and quiver filled with arrows, and location senders (2) - one connected to Annya, Mika, and her parents.
In her backpack: Dark sight glasses, cleansers/hygiene, rings with enchantment for disguise, potions, flask, portable bed, tent, rope and palm warmers.

The harsh desert sun reminded Rosaria of how much she hated the desert. The sand dunes were tricky until Uzul began explaining how to find them. The orc was impressive, tall and intimidating, yet had a kind heart. Rosaria had been amused that Jomari took an interest in him but had said nothing. She gave him his space although she was ready to defend him if necessary. Rose appreciated Nuallán's parasol although she felt guilty for the others; Mika, feeling likewise, had done the same, so Rose didn’t bother commenting on it. While the others chatted, she kept to herself and focused on not falling.

The hot sun was unbearable for her and she refused to show it. This was all for the greater good, she kept reminding herself repeatedly. However, she did envy Annya at the moment for being in Riverport. She hoped that Aurora, Sophie and Caelan were all right. She didn't trust Slick or Leaf, but they proved to be allies. If anything happened to them.....

As Uzul explained some of the dangers they’d face, Rosaria bit her lip in order not to comment. Fighting in the desert would be difficult and not something she wanted to do. Nuallán's proposition that they flee and stay behind caused her to glance sharply at him. Her eyes, which were the only thing visible, reflected her inner thoughts. She didn’t need to speak to voice her opinion on the matter. To her relief, the conversation ended and Mika approached Kuroi. How fortunate they were to have Kuroi. Rosaria had smiled upon meeting him and given him her gratitude for protecting Mikazuki. Nuallán's words, now gentle and sweet, melted her expression like a cookie in milk. ”And the same goes for you, my friend.”

She patted his shoulder and continued onward until Jomari’s voice broke her reverie. A frown creased her forehead as she faced the grumpy human. ”Jomari, your life is far more valuable than you think. I will protect you with my own life if need be.” She knew he didn’t need to be sugar coated, although she felt the need to defend him anyways. His next words caused another crease to form at her forehead and this time, she had difficulty maintaining her cool. Her voice held an edge to it, combined with exasperation. ”There isn’t any need to speak to Nuallán like that. Please save your energy and breath. We don't want you dead."

When she glanced at him, she noticed how the sand was moving aside for him. At first she wondered if it was a coincidence, but then caught on. Rosaria grinned. ”You're a geomancer, Jomari. I’m sure you’ve noticed the sand moving for you and how you haven’t lost your balance. Although the desert is harsh, this is your element."

Rosaria fell silent to allow him to converse with Uzul and let out a deep sigh. His request for a cool bath caused her to nearly spit out the water. She didn't care to continue speaking as she needed to save herself for this journey. With her eyes peeled, Rosaria took a water bottle and removed her scarf. She took a few deep gulps then covered her face and set it back in the bag. Her body felt as if it were oozing sweat and her hair was sticking to her scalp.

This desert trip couldn’t end any faster.

Avalia

Xavier

Time: Morning
Location: Avian City
Interactions: @helo Orias, @CitrusArms Aiko, @princess Yuka, @FunnyGuy Caelestis
Xavier’s Equipment: His sword, and outfit

Xavier froze in shock as the sequence of events played out. For some reason, lightning exploded from him and hurt Yuka. Before he could aid her, Aiko had beaten him to the punch. The look from Aiko stung Xavier as he turned away. His chest felt as if there was someone stepping on it and had twisted his ribcage. The guilt poured from inside of him and was threatening to drown him. Why had he done that, especially to a kind woman like her?

As if matters couldn’t worsen, Yuka began her theatrics. For a moment he saw a tall curly-haired blonde with blue eyes and the voice of an angel; she, too, began theatrical as she despaired over what dress she should buy. It brought him some comfort, but Yuka’s voice overruled it and he scowled as she turned back to the blonde-haired maiden. His heart ached as she carried on and only made him feel worse. Then her request at the end caused him to do a double-take and he stared at her. Concern was evident in his eyes. Why did she enjoy pain…? Wait, did she ask me to zap her again? What in the world?

There was not much time for Xavier to answer the bizarre question she had posed as Koldar had dropped a bomb on them. So he was in the presence of a long-lost elven prince, a fashion designer, and a fox. Xavier stared at Orias with the utmost respect mixed with awe. It was now his duty not to only aid Yuka and protect her, but to help guard this prince. He didn’t see a reason for it to be a lie either. He looked stern and honest. Xavier swallowed as he was mentioned now. He clenched his fists in worry and concern as he supported Yuka from Aiko and began to rub her head gently and soothingly.

The Avian seemed incredulous, which only helped soothe Xavier’s mind. He presented a potion with a mysterious red liquid meant for Yuka. He watched with curiosity as it was distributed to her and watched to make sure it wasn’t poisonous. God must have been on their side because the Avian now directed the other three to inform their General. He let out a sigh of relief he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Fortunate kissed them now as they were no longer giving up their weapons.

Furthermore, Yuka had recovered and was back to her lunatic self. He sighed in exasperation again and smiled down at her. ”Are you okay? You seemed as though you recovered. I’ll help you as I owe you an apology. I am so very sorry and will not do that to you again, despite your bizarre request.” He scooped her up easily in his arms and brushed hair out of her eyes. His voice became light and teasing. ”I know for a fact you won’t mind this at all but please let me know if it’s too much. Can’t have our fair miaden falling apart on us, can we? I need a fashion designer to create me a better disguise.” Xavier then began following the Avian guard into their city, making sure to not trip or stumble with Yuka in his arms.

Avalia

Rue

Time: Morning
Location: Surfside Cafe > Beach
Interaction: @Helo Bowyn, Annya @princess, Raven/Eris @Tae
Equipment: Small backpack, two knives, rations, water flask, hygiene products, new outfit

Rue sat and listened while her companions discussed recent events. She continued to play with the sand and collect seashells to occupy herself. It was hot and becoming uncomfortable for her, but the cool sea air breeze brought much needed relief. Once the conversation turned to the war, Rue cleared her throat and began to fidget. Bowyn’s words came off rough with truth within them. Her heart ached to see him struggling with his anger as he spoke. Losing his wings had likely been brought by the dark elves which explained his animosity. Rue scooted closer to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder and continued to listen. His words brought a chill to her spine. Why did there need to be hate or evil anyway? Didn’t they all want to live their lives in peace and quiet? He sounded so pained that it was hard to fault him for his extreme opinion. However, it was also hard for the others to understand without more context. Losing your wings was horrible when you were meant to fly.

She was grateful Bowyn tried to soften things with his last statement. He truly was a good man at heart and she was sure the group would see that. He just wanted to stop the death like they all did. Respectfully, she held her tongue to listen to Annya’s reply. The princess seemed like she also suffered with the death and pain, therefore she was quick to correct Bowyn. The poor general had been her friend too? How awful. She couldn’t imagine what it would have been like if they had murdered one of her siblings like Helio and the rest.

There was truth in her words as well. War did not just mean death of the dark elves; it also meant the other races were at stake too. She now understood that Annya laid out why the elven King and Queen might be attempting a peace talk, even if it was fruitless. Rue also appreciated there was kindness and understanding in Annya’s words. It became clear that the issue was that they needed to know more about each other before debating these things so that neither of them made assumptions.

”Um… You both sound as though you’ve endured suffering and loss, and for that I commend you both for continuing to move forward. I’m also sorry for your losses. You both have valid points so I’m grateful we can agree on the main points which are peace and to stop the suffering. However I think both sides jumped without attempting to know each other. It was cruel for the dark elves to be banished because of their race. It’s as if the winter fae were banished because we enjoy the cold and thrive in it, or because we control ice. It wouldn’t make sense and I can see why they’d be upset. Now I believe they let that become their scapegoat and be their undoing, while the light elves let their fear guide them and kill their poor Twins' father. I do understand this was all centuries ago and it doesn’t excuse the dark elves’ current behavior, but this all started because of hatred. Hate isn't going to win this mess, because as long as someone sees the other side or race as the other enemy we won’t have peace. No, there’s been too much bad blood. Peace is a resolution we’ll never have and genocide of the dark elves isn’t the answer either. No, I think we need more meditation and talks because we can’t resolve hate with more hate.” She took a deep breath and continued.

“I think if we had tried to talk it out and incorporate them into our lives, we might have been able to avoid this war. Innocent lives will be lost and I as a healer and a member of the resistance sent to help in the war, will be there to help prevent as much of it as I can.” Rue finished speaking and stretched her wings. She didn’t realize for a moment her secret had slipped and blanched. As she glanced at Bowyn, she offered a reassuring smile and allowed him to decide if he wanted her arm to remain there or not.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Early Evening
Location: Ballroom of Danrose Castle
Attire: Her dress
Interactions: @Infinite Cosmos Munir, @13org Mayet, @Omni5876 Amir, @Rodiak Nahir
Mentions: @princess Charlotte

Layla’s head snapped in the direction of the loud nuisance coming from behind her. ”Who the hell is that?”She questioned as the man rambled on about them being performers. Was he serious? What was this man on? Layla’s smile faltered as he came closer to them. Zilal hissed and faced the direction of this man. His words did not comfort her in the least, nor him being this close. A tiger and snake charmer? She struggled to withhold laughter as she wobbled on her guard’s shoulders.

A quick glance toward Ali told her enough. He stood in front of her now with his sword drawn. Layla scowled and drew in a gasp as the guard rushed forward. The next sequence of events unfolded quickly. The palanquin swayed as the guards tried to resolve the situation. Concern for her dear father and dearest uncle rose. She began to wiggle free, but before she could, both men fell. ”Father!” She exclaimed, both guards stumbling backward out of the way. Now it was her turn to feel the humiliation as both guards lost their grip on her legs and she tumbled to the floor. Zilal fell and let out a furious hiss and recoiled into a ball. She reached for the snake as he came to her side and booped her arm to see if she was all right. She stroked his head gently while recovered. The pain radiating through her body took her a moment to process. A memory tugged at her mind and she furiously pushed it back. Her cheeks were red and fury was in his eyes like flames.

”Shehzadi Layla! Are Zilal and you alright?” Ali was at her side, along with her other two guards. Ali pulled her up gently and held her until she came to her senses. Ringing in her ears blocked out all other noise and she watched as the room spun around her. Layla gritted her teeth and shook her head to clear it. ”Do you want to leave for a moment?” His voice was so quiet that Layla almost didn’t hear him. She shook her head and glanced toward her siblings. With a scowl, she eyed the idiotic duke next and Ali released her. She went to look for Zilal, but Ali had him in his arms and into hers next. The snake flicked its’ tongue and wrapped around her protectively and furiously. The next round of voices didn’t soother her at all as she looked in the direction. Her ears rang and she gritted her teeth once more. This moron had a ferret and was allowed a pet? Unbelievable.

Layla barely heard the conversation through the ringing. The clapping became a dim annoyance as she recovered. However, she could see the smugness in King Danrose’s eyes. His amusement only infuriated her more and she wished to wipe it over his ugly and sweaty face. She couldn’t stand hearing the angered tone in her Uncle and Father’s voices when they had spoken. However, finally, some black-haired sun-deprived woman came over to them and she only felt more annoyance. What do you want, you sickly looking vampire? The girl had a doll-face despite her nasty pale skin. What a pity.

As the new brat started her speech, she felt her attention drawn to this… sun-deprived doll. She, too, thought they were performers? Was everyone in this kingdom dense? Layla narrowed her gaze as she moved forward with Ali behind her who had sheath the sword. He was ready to pull it back in case of emergencies. Her sob story didn’t resonate with her. Layla’s expression became impassive as she studied this prey. She’d be easy and fun to toy with for the night.

Her offer to the Sultan made her smirk as she caught her father’s eye. Before the others could speak, Layla spoke up and glanced at her siblings and back to her prey. ”Father, I’d be happy to take this beautiful doll under my wing. I would hate to have her night ruined. I think we should allow her to stay with us during our visit. ” She moved over to stand in front of Charlotte and lifted her chin up with a warm, radiant smile. It read of peace and serenity, one of Layla's many talents.

”The floor is no place for a Lady, now is it? Stand up, Lady Charlotte. We can have fun now that the … situation is over. I say we let her enjoy the ball tonight.” She helped her to her feet and wrapped an arm around her firmly and asserted it to her siblings she wanted this girl without saying it aloud. One of their many talents was reading each other’s thoughts and feelings without speaking. Zilal flicked his tongue as he studied the menace and let out a dignified hiss as he wound himself back onto her shoulder and rested his head on it. As soon as Charlotte would meet her eyes, she would see a piercing glare that could kill. Layla nodded to Ali, came to her side, effectively blocking the guests from seeing. She turned to grin wickedly as fire entered her eyes and expression. ”How’s a king cobra for you tonight, love? You’re going to regret being born.” She hissed in her ear. In all of her fury and might, she still had the ringing in her ears and pain coursing through her as if she’d been shot.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Persephone Salvatore

Persephone “Seph” Salvatore

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Persephone Salvatore ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♘ 24 ♘ Female

Theme Song: Mad Hatter & Theme Song 2: Angry Too 》A p p e a r a n c e Height: 5’3 Weight: 110 Eye Color: Hazel Hair Length/Texture: Normally in a side ponytail or braid, and often unkempt. Her hair is down to her waist. Hair Color: Light creamy blonde with a few brown highlights Skin Color: Porcelain Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): Bushy eyebrows, some crooked teeth Distinguishing features: Vibrant hazel eyes, burn marks on arms/legs and some on her neck Clothing Preferences: Prefers corsets and long sleeve shirts with archery arm protectors, boots, and laced up boots. Enjoys dressing down in combat clothing. Loves to wear hoods.

^{I n t e r e s t s}

L i k e s Likes ♘ Fire ♘ Romance ♘ Climbing trees ♘ Helping others ♘ Animals, specifically bunnies & horses ♘ Swordsmanship, rifles, & archery ♘ Nature; loves the rain or shine ♘ Music and playing violin ♘ Tea with extra sugar and honey D i s l i k e s Dislikes ♘ Fire ♘ Magic ♘ Her parents ♘ Manipulation & cunning ♘ Being trapped and alone ♘ Controlling or dominant people ♘ Nobles & royals, the whole shebang		H o b b i e s Hobbies ♘ Sewing and knitting ♘ Horseback riding ♘ Shooting a bow/gun ♘ Enjoys baking & cooking ♘ Exploring and having adventures D r e a m s Dreams ♘ Having her own farm and being well-off, not indulging in the noble life or learning magic. ♘ She would like to own her own bakery and make sweets.

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^{P e r s o n a l i t y}

♘ Kind and sweet, but has a backbone and isn’t afraid to stand up for herself
♘ Determined and stubborn, often not backing down from challenges
♘ Hot-headed and sometimes lashes out unexpectedly….
♘ Bold, brave, and adventurous, Persephone enjoys living life & wants to explore the rest of the world
♘ Naive at times, but can easily become distrusting of people's motives
♘ Moody and can often change on a dime
♘ She can be restless and often hyper
♘ Caring and compassionate, she’ll lend a hand to whoever needs it
♘ Sneaky and sly, but not cunning
♘ Rebellious and impatient

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^{B a c k g r o u n d}

R e l a t i v e s ♘ Her mother & father who are gone. Skills: ♘ Archery ♘ Parkour ♘ Cooking ♘ Rifles ♘ Horseback riding ♘ Runs fast and climbs well		O c c u p a t i o n ♘ ♘ Runaway ♘ Thief Any past occupations?: ♘ Baker/chef ♘ Seamstress

H i s t o r y

♘ Persephone grew from a well to do family in the Caseonia Kingdom on farmland. She was an only child. Her family loved her and them, and the three of them seemed to have happy lives. Her mother Maria owned a bakery while her father worked in the palace. Often, Persephone would hear stories of the King and Queen of Caseonia and couldn’t understand why people were so cruel and unfair. It gave her a bad taste in her mouth about the royal/noble lineage and she began to avoid them at all costs.

♘ When she turned five, her parents began introducing her to magic which had become a family tradition and secret. She found it fascinating and enjoyed experimenting with it. Her parents warned her not to show or tell anyone else about it. As she grew older and became more educated, Persephone started realizing the dangers of it and backed away from it.

Around the same time, her father lost his job at the palace and they were no longer able to live on their farmland. They were embarrassed and shamed and thus moved into a poverty stricken neighborhood which they could afford. Her parents were devastated and began sinking into a deep depression. Her father became obsessed with magic. He became paranoid and delirious, often claiming he’d use it to get back at the royal family. Her mother worked tirelessly at the bakery to make the ends meet. Persephone began learning the art of sewing and knitting so she could sell clothes, while also obsessively learning how to cook, bake and also clean to possibly become a maid for the noble families. She also trained with the sword and bow to learn how to defend herself. The family was low on resources, unable to sleep due to the crime in their neighborhood, and hardly making ends meet. Her father became engrossed in alcohol and drugs as a pastime.

♘ When she thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did. Her mother’s bakery was robbed and set on fire after the robbery was over. This was the final straw for their family; her mother vowed vengeance while her father became overly protective of her. She was no longer allowed outside the house. They trained her fiercely in magic day and night, hardly allowing her to eat and rest. Persephone was becoming sleep deprived and starving. Her father became erratic from the stress and his influences increased while her mother even tried selling herself.

♘ One day, her father’s experiments went horribly wrong. A fire started again, killing her father quickly while her mother suffered a slow, horrible death from being trapped in the kitchen. Persephone managed to escape but not without burns or damage. She fled her hometown and is on her own now.

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Avalia

Xavier

Time: Morning
Location: Avian City
Interactions: @helo Orias, @CitrusArms Aiko, @princess Yuka, @FunnyGuy Caelestis
Xavier’s Equipment: His sword, and outfit

Xavier had been trying to focus on the meeting, yet Yuka was wild and unpredictable. He stiffened when he felt arms wrap around him and her voice in his ears. Being leaned back by her was uncomfortable and he wasn’t in control which frustrated him. Why was she surprised he’d protected her? Did this girl never know chivalry? Before he could reply, he was assaulted by tickles from behind and he yelped in surprise. What was she doing! Did she not understand the seriousness of their situation? They were on a land in the sky and he knew nothing about this world! Xavier felt sparks rise around him unlike anything he’d felt in his life. He looked down at his hands to see wisps of silver gleaming around them. What was this, he wondered?

Through the chaos, he barely heard these strange creatures conversing. The sun stopped shining over him but he did not look up to see why they had been cast into shadows. All he knew was he wanted to get back down to the ground now. Still, he had a duty to this crazy woman. He knew in their home she’d likely be cast out which only upset him. He wasn’t sure why she acted this way and knew there would be a good reason. All he needed was patien….

As he started to reflect on this thought, Yuka spoke and it was the last straw. She was calling their weapons, their means of protection, junk? She wanted them to surrender their weapons? What did that word junk mean? Xavier felt heat rise in his face and eyes. The sword had been a gift from his father that would have been presented to princess Jessamine and King Viktor as a gift. The sword had been used in the last war he’d been in and was the prize of their victory. Also, how would he defend himself from these winged beings? He burst free from Yuka’s grip finally but as he did, lightning flashed from his body towards her. He felt the power burst from him and turned in bewilderment to watch it strike her. The energy cracked around him as the silver wisps returned around his hands.

”What on earth was that!” He cried as it cracked around him and panic rose in his eyes. ”Are you okay? I’m so sorry… I don’t know what happened.” His heart sank. He’d hurt an innocent but crazy woman and now it was his debt to repay her. Xavier turned to eye the rest of their party with wide eyes.