Strawberry

Stranded: Blacksite (High casual Sci-fi/fantasy Horror)

Twiddling with her hair, Yvene laid back against the wall that connected with the cot. What else was she going to do? Maybe nap, maybe-..

Aw fuck..

Gunshots echoed through the cell block, screaming and just general chaos seeming to erupt at an all time high. Screams of terror were normal sure as well as the ocassional well timed warning shot. This, though, sounded as if there was either a full blown riot going on or the guards had lost their mind finally. Of course Yvene couldn’t really blame them. She sure as shit wasn’t going down without a fight in any scenario she could make up in her head. Her ears pricked as she heard some panicked chatter. She could only make our bits and pieces as they were semi-close and out of view.

“..at least give us a fighting chance against whatever is causing..”-”someone like me would want to keep someone as useful as you alive..”

She couldn’t exactly see who it was and she wasn’t particularly interested in whoever it was. The urge to get out of this prison cell rose in a way it hadn’t since she got on the ship. The first week was spent throwing herself at the door, screaming at anyone who walked past in a blind fit of fury. Since then Yvene had truly calmed down and stayed complicit for the most part. Not today, today was not the day to stay complicit. She called out to whoever was talking, either person as she wasn't sure who was who. Clearly though one person stood out of the cells with what she presumed was a crumb of power to release them.

“It would really, really suck for you to just keep us in here you know. I have no idea what's running through that little brain of yours, person I dunno but I hope you have a shred of morality. We might be criminals but we deserve some decency. Like uh, not sharing the fate of whatever is going on down there, and seemingly heading this way. So please?” She pleaded to the door, pressing up against it. Struggling to get a good look, Yvene slumped back.

Anxiety floods her body, making her incredibly nauseous. The cells in her body wouldn’t stop vibrating, out of fear and partial excitement. Something was going down, and something horrible. Though the thrill of anything other than a tiny cramped cell and the buzzing of the fluorescent lights brought a twinge of excitement. The fact of all of them might be released as well was certainly...A thought. There were no strong feelings either way about facing the rest of the beings stuck on this mechanical contraption. The worry more so laid on the sounds of death from the other block. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she silently cursed herself for not being able to keep her composure more. The promise of death tends to shake one up a bit.

Stranded: Blacksite (High casual Sci-fi/fantasy Horror)

Yvene yawned loudly, stretching out her arms. How long has it been? Did she even care to know? Rolling her eyes she took a deep breath and started her morning yoga routine. Something to do while she rots away in this ship. Sometimes the thoughts of the endless void come back to haunt her but only for a second, before she tunes out the oblivion she can’t see.

Lotus position to..

She stared at the glass panes of her cell, that provided a clear look to the cells in front of her and the guards walking by. The whispers grew stronger over the last week or so. Dealings of warden this, or captain that. Her favorite thing that she had heard was that they were all going to die, that something was coming for them. It felt like a children's horror tale, and she laughed to herself at this thought. A bunch of hardened criminals and snakes in this place and they are all scared of the “boogeyman” of some sorts.

Though, those intercom messages did prick her skin a bit every time they came on. The panic clearly rang out in whoever was talking. It made her feel a tad uneasy every time. Though it could truly be just some sick joke. What else was there really to do on this finite ship except play some pranks and jokes. Stupid, this whole thing was stupid she mused.

Stretch and move to Viparita Karani pose..

Half way through the stretch set she just gave up laid there. The worst feeling of some kind of anxiety washed over her. Whatever was happening, something was going down soon. Either this was going to end and the prank would stop or something else would occur. It was useless getting a guard to answer her she had already tried. They knew too much and knew too well to stay away from her. They were expressly ordered too. Kind of hard to say no to a being that could transform into your truest desires. When she first was locked away she cursed and screamed for days, frustration of no one listening to her was driving her mad. She was so used to being listened to, and getting what she wanted.

Frustrated at her thoughts and the questionable anxiety of what was going on she puffed and sat back up, returning to her bed. Preening and fussing with her hair she stared, listening and waiting for any kind of news..

Stranded: Blacksite (High casual Sci-fi/fantasy Horror)

Yvene ❥

Race: Saphiste

Name: Yvene

Age: 32

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Character Picture!

Appearance: Pale pink skin covered in the trademark sentient goo that allows Yvene to change appearances at will. Typically Yvene takes a conventionally feminine form, which is useful for her line of work. They prefer to stay with female attachments but have no problem changing to look like a male or androgynous when needed. She tries to keep a more doll-like face and ample assets attached to her body to appeal to some of her clients. She stands at 5’5 and appears unassuming and weak.

Attunement; Fire and Life Magics

-Unique Abilities-

Burning Kiss- Yvenes signature move that she used to paint a message at her crime scenes. Yvene would push her victims against a flat surface, bed or wall, anything really would suffice. Something to keep them pinned down at least. Yvene would move in for a kiss, grabbing whomever they have pinned by the throat to hold them steady. By kissing them she was able to directly pour her mana into their body and reach in to manipulate their cell composition. Within seconds she was able to manipulate and multiply fat cells throughout the body. By stuffing the victim full of ready to use fuel she was able to set them on fire instantly, causing severe trauma all under the epidermis. Victims would struggle for seconds during the first phase but the intensive damages caused by ignition would kill them instantly.

Epidermal Mutilation- Life magics was a toy to be used only to hurt the people who have hurt Yvene or those they did not like. To mark her targets she would resort to extreme mutilation. By touching her target she could easily manipulate the dermis cells by whipped them into a frenzy. By rapidly damaging the lower dermis cells in specific parts of the body, it would trigger a response for collagen to flood the area. Yvene would flood more collagen cells and fibers into the area, causing rapid formation hypertrophic scars to form. These fibers would push their way up, causing keloid raised scars in a seemingly scattered and disorganized mess. The ordeal was incredibly painful to whoever it was happening too but it was over in a matter of minutes. Afterwards the victim would be left severely disfigured and permanently mutilated. The drain on the user was dependent on how much of the dermis was left disfigured.

Personality: Yvene is a difficult person to pinpoint. Unbeknownst to many, they were born with the ability to mask their emotions, a less than desirable trait in Saphiste. More than that they found it difficult to emote genuinely in general when not experiencing extreme emotions. People liked to know exactly how the Saphiste felt and looked; it made the species more “trustworthy”. No one wanted one that could hide all that.

Outwardly Yvene is proper and polite, seemingly happy going and easy to please. She picked up this personality from the other women she watched and noticed that seemed to be the most receptive emotions. They like to mimic those they interact with, blending in to whatever seems to work the best for the situation. This allows them to silvertongue their way out of most situations, or into situations given the circumstances.

They tend to fuss about their appearances, wanting to look the best of the best. Anything below perfection is unacceptable to Yvene and this can cause some massive meltdowns if things aren’t as they should be. They think of every way a situation can go and plan it to a T. Anything different and their brain seems to stutter for a bit, unsure of what to do.

If you can break through Yvenes' carefully cultivated image and fluster them enough they typically lash out in anger, and are incredibly blunt and harsh. They have a cold and deadpan face when not actively emoting a more acceptable persona.

Bio:

“I liked you better when you shut up ."

Yvene was an exceptionally odd baby, being born with the ability to hide her emotions. Her mother was terrified for her child, knowing full well that they would be Exiled from their home world of Glonelia. Not only was the child to be exiled but the mother as well, typically being recognized as “Faulty” and “Unable to make proper offspring”. They were terrified of anyone different from them in their own species.

Her mother fled their home world on one of the few ships that went out for trade and supplies to the other systems. This particular ship was making its way to Earth. They snuck out undetected and this began a life of begging and odd jobs. The city Yvene grew up in was giant, home to all sorts of vagrants and big shots. Most of the time she ran around the streets, digging through trash to find out what dinner would be for that night. They liked to piece together toys from the various bits of garbage they found. Their mom worked quick money jobs for a while to be able to allow them to hop from scuzzy motel to scuzzy motel. It was never enough to stay in one place for too long and they often spent the night out in the streets.

Once Yvene was about 14 her mothers health was quickly declining. The jobs that she took were rough and the “clients'' she met with were abusive to say the least. One day a popular low level politician in the area stopped by to hire their mom. Over the next two years they became a frequent visitor, though Yvenes mother seemed worse and worse. Their mother would tell them that this man would save them, that he was saving to get the medicine that she needed to be okay. Sweet promises of love and that he just needed more time to escape his current position in the media. Until one day Yvene returned home from scavenging to her mother laying on the ground while the man kicked and screamed at her. She clung to his leg, begging. He announced that she was delusional and could just die for all he cared and left. Yvene went running to her mother, tears forming in her eyes. Badly beaten, her mother was not going to make it. This was her final goodbye. She told Yvene how much she adored and loved her and where she kept the last of the money they had saved.

Her mothers body was removed and the motel owner gave them a room free of charge for a couple of days out of pity. She spent those days crying, furious with the world. Those men were disgusting and they ultimately ended her mothers life.

Misguided intentions and furious emotions lead to a vengeance quest that eventually landed her on the Alcatraz. Yvene would target high value politicians and celebrities, always working her way into their inner circle. They never knew her real name, and her ability to change her appearance made it easy to evade the law. She was an exceptional liar, telling whomever whatever the needed to hear to her what she wanted.

She would bed whoever her target was or at least elude them into thinking they would be going to bed. She would lure their victims into a false sense of comfort and security as they played the part of a pricey escort; using the name of high end escort companies out there to mask themselves. Once they had them secluded and alone they would horribly disfigure their victim. That or set their body ablaze internally, a favorite little trick of hers. As soon as she did, she slipped into the night not to be seen again. She had a rotation of high end bars and clubs they would frequent, changing their appearance each time. Man, woman, no one was safe. If Yvene heard any rumors of corruption or whispers of abuse, she was bound to find them. She played judge, jury and executioner with a twisted sense of judgment.

This went on for nearly a decade. The police had warrants out for her arrest but no one could ever pinpoint her exact location and what she was up to. They had tried to catch her using fake leads but to no avail. It was worrisome in high society about this mysterious killer running around either running peoples prides and reputations or just straight murdering them. Of course you would think that this vigilante justice would provide some semblance of order but alas no. The capital was too big and Yvene could only work so hard.

Eventually she was caught. She relied on the help of a select few to help house her and keep up with intel on the streets. Justice isn’t just a one woman job. However one day she entered the wrong bar at the wrong time. Recent intel told her that a speakeasy at the corner on 1st and Coffers St was supposed to have a special guest that night; a judge who was known for sending away whoever the plaintiff said. No fair trials, nothing, the judicial system was a joke to this man. The highest bidder could do whatever and have him put away whoever. Allen Damieriz, the man she was supposed to seducing and disfiguring. After picking the man out from the crowd and taking him out to the back alley she paused. Something felt wrong, so very wrong. She turned to sprint, hastily mumbling her goodbyes before she was cut off. Something was quickly injected into her arm and her body tackled to the ground. Screaming and cursing she almost immediately passed out. When she woke up she was bound completely so we would not be able to touch anyone. Screaming behind her gags she watched as some men entered the room.

That was it. Someone in her network ratted her ass out, gave her false information. Either way it was over. Everything that she had built for years, spent her entire young adult life sacrificing and plotting was gone. She was captured by some mercenaries for hire looking for the reward on her head. She should have known, the reward was recently increased and the depictions of her got more and more accurate every year. It was bound to happen. Sighing in defeat she slumped back. She was put away with no hesitation. After spending a while in a high security prison she was deemed fit for the Alcatraz when it was built and ready. Someone like her was to never see the light of day again for going after some of the most “important people”. She would never apologize for what she had done. She knew she had done right by herself and others.

On the ship Yvene kept to herself, not really wanting to speak with the others. The anger she felt still felt like a boiling roar at this point. If one of her own betrayed her then whos to say anyone couldn’t? But rumors were spreading aboard and weird happenings were unfolding around them. What was supposed to be a mindless rest of their existence was quickly turning into annoying buzzing of inmates spreading rumors. She had to ask someone she supposed, this did after all affect her directly. There are only so many places to go aboard this godforsaken ship.

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

Aleria and Troe

Most of the time on the ship Aleria could unfortunately not remember. Through the commotion she tried her best to help but sheltered as she was she froze. She had never seen true combat and she realized that day that she had a lot more to learn if she was to survive. Forget anything else, money and rewards be damned. If she couldn’t fight or even stomach it she was sure to end up as fish food eventually. Looking to the Goddess for strength she sighed and moved along with checking in on her crew mates, grateful none of them truly mentioned her blunder in not being more prominent in the main fight.

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Kathila struck an odd cord with Aleria, she couldn’t quite place it but she didn’t like the woman. She couldn’t tell why or how she just didn’t. She didn't want to put much stock into it; however there was no point in sowing seeds of distrust that didn’t need to be sown. Turning her attention to Troe and away from everyone else she grabbed his hand, inspecting the severed pinky. She shot him a disapproving look. “Why in the Goddess’ name would you do that? You could have just taken the lady at face value.” She said softly, much more interested in the wound than scolding him. It would go nowhere of course, in one ear and out the other. She’s dealt with his type before, stubborn and stupid truly. Taking a closer look Aleria noticed something peculiar about the wound, the blood was acting weird. It was almost as if..it was flowing backwards. Doing a double take, sure enough it was. She assumed it had to be due to whatever magic was imbued in this gas but she had never seen anything like it. Before tending to the wound she made sure to let him know, “Do me a favor, take a look at your finger? Why is your blood doing this?” She wondered aloud.

“If I had taken her word without any peer review...what if she had been wrong or misunderstood the phenomenon?” Troe asked genuinely. He respected her concern, but truly didn’t consider his sacrifice to be in vain...especially now that he was observing what Aleria had pointed out. His blood was seemingly being pulled along the water. He intentionally squeezed a bit more through his temporary bandage to be sure, but sure enough it was trailing westward along the coast at a rather peculiar pace.

Troe surrendered his injured hand to the healer, but not without indicating that the group should follow where his blood was leading. Thankfully Kathila was seemingly distracted once more and hadn’t seen what was going on.Good. Troe thought. It seems we may have found a lead that she was unaware of...best to keep it that way. He noted in his head that this was rather absurd.

“I mean with what you discovered inadvertently I believe it was helpful without a doubt. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t reckless” She shook her head. Least it was a genuine insight into Troe’s psyche. After making sure that proper care was applied she looked back at Kathila and then back to the group.

“I think we should keep to ourselves for the next portion of our journey. How exactly do we follow what we found without letting her know? I mean our group is..eccentric to say the least but I trust them at least.” She asked, crossing her arms.

Troe thought for a moment before getting Kathila’s attention. “Does this mist continue all the way down the coast?” He asked, knowing the answer.

“Obviously.” She said, seemingly disappointed by the mere question.Troe looked at her the same way he had when before sacrificing his pinky. “We’ll have to verify that as well.” He said, not even noting the subtle disgust in the woman’s eyes at being doubted. She had clearly written the group off at this point as people that would likely get themselves killed without any intervention. Troe gave Aleria and Ashley a knowing look before slowly but surely following the trail of blood, making certain to keep himself between the dark red and Kathila’s gaze lest she realised they had a lead.

Aleria turned her attention to where Troe was heading, ready to follow the blood trail. Thankfully it seemed that Kathila had no intentions of following them currently so they made it out of eye sight easily. After walking for a bit, Aleria made her way over to Ashley to explain the situation in a bit more detail.

“You by chance wouldn’t know what exactly is causing this would you? I’m perplexed, it’s out of my depth.” She lamented, confused but curious what would happen next.

Eventually after following the coast line they reached a peculiar formation. The blood seemed to indicate that this is where the next step in their journey would be. Stepping forward, she could see the crumbled remains of what used to be a shrine. The earth had slowly over taken what was left of it and it seemed to have been left and forgotten. The only thing remaining was an altar, covered in bramble and thorns around the base. It had a deep basin in it almost like a bird bath. A sense of unease flooded Alerias body, something telling her that she did not want to be here by any means. She chalked it up to the island, and the strange phenomenons they had already encountered since being here. If put in context then truly this wasn’t out of place. But the tint of red the earth held in this particular place did not ease her worries. She turned to Troe, looking at him with wide eyes wondering what to do next.

“You're the one with the strange blood, pray tell what do we do?”

Troe didn’t even hear Aleria as he studied the strange shrine...He had been here before...He remembered that when he was young he had been scolded for playing near this very ruin. He walked forward in an almost trance-like state as he looked closer at the inscriptions on the cave wall before approaching the altar. He looked it up and down before using his hand to attempt to dust off one of the inscriptions near the top of the aforementioned basin.

“The blood of the last son of house Rev…” He began to read the old runes aloud before noticing a faint red glow as his hand made contact.

A spike suddenly shot out from one of the letters impaling the center of Troe’s hand. He yelped in pain as the basin seemed to drink his blood as it poured from the wound. He kept himself from trying to remove his hand as he felt a strange need to let this altar drink its fill. Just as suddenly as the spike had appeared though, it sank back into the inscription leaving Troe’s hand oddly uninjured. He still felt lightheaded from the loss of blood, but was otherwise seemingly no worse for wear.

The shrine’s inscriptions suddenly began to glow red as the area around the group began to shake and stir. The inscription on the cliff-wall glowed especially bright as the wall itself shifted and seemed to open into an odd cave entrance. Odder still, despite leading onto the island there was no sign of the black mist that had been repelling them from the island. Troe took a few steps before collapsing to one knee, slightly anemic and not quite balanced.

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Kҽҽɠαɳ Cʅαɾҽყ

💜 ≪ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ≫ 💜

Kee made her way to class, yawning and stretching as she walked into study hall. Of course her and Faye were the last to arrive. She smiled, seeing the makeshift group desk they had put together for everyone. It was a welcome sight and it was nice to see everyone together and mostly awake. Mostly.

Walking up she pulled out a chair and sat down, quickly eyeing up the box of cinnamon rolls.

“..Can I have one..” She said, while already reaching for one. Once she got her confirmation she packed the treat like she was chipmunk into her mouth. She mumbled her praise while chewing, quickly finishing it off.

“Thank you! Amazing as always Alex. Alright so today we are getting out of class yeah? I have something that should get him out. It’s not flashy or anything but should buy us plenty of time.” She said, while rummaging through her backpack. “Time to put some of these uh..powers? Powers, yes, to use. I hope y’all don’t mind but I’m not sticking around for long here. I haaaate study hall” She giggled a bit to herself.

After chatting a bit with the other girls the first bell finally rang for class. Mr. Hopkins walked in and promptly started his morning spiel about what the class would entail and his no phone no talking rules. All the same of course. Today would be different though, as today the girl wouldn’t be around for much longer. Shortly after the first bell the door opened slightly and a female voice called out for Mr. Hopkins. He walked over and held a short conversation with the girl before telling the class he would be back shortly and they needed to stay in their seats. He walked out in a hurry, and after he shut the door Kee turned and smiled at the other girls.

“That’s our cue ladies, let’s go he should be gone for a hot second.” She said collecting all her stuff. Kee made her way over to the door and peaked out into the hall. All clear. She heard some groans of protest from the class as the girl got up to clearly leave. She turned and shrugged at them as if to say “Too bad, could be you too if you really wanted”. She held open the door and with a flourish waved for the other girls to get a move on. “To the park right? Should be a clear path, he’s gonna be on a goose chase for a second. After y’all.” She smiled.

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Kҽҽɠαɳ Cʅαɾҽყ

💜 ≪ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ≫ 💜

Keegan roused a bit from her sleep before jumping up in a cold sweat. Looking around she slumped back down, quickly remembering she wasn’t home right now but in her dorms. She thought for a minute she had assumed she slept in and the children were in disarray and setting the oven on fire. This had happened before and yes it does still haunt her dreams to this day. Bleary eyed she rubbed her eyes with the back or her wrists, twisting her body into a stretch. This helped wake her up just a bit before she grabbed around for her phone. It had tumbled off her bed and onto the floor during her sleep. Reaching down she took a second to take a look through it.

6:27, the bright numbers were illuminated in the still dark bedroom. Yawning she started flipping through all of her messages for the morning.

Little Weasels GC

September 20th 2017;

Ash) Mom says that she sent some money last night, and to not spend it all on paints again

Fi) Kee Kee look at what we made for dinner for mom!! It looks just like what you made last year
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Aw Fi it’s great, I’m glad y’all are doing alright without me for now

September 21st 2017 UNREAD

Ash) All of us wish you a good day at school, Fi and Ally say they love you and the other two girls are still half asleep but they love you too. 💕

Keegan sighed, blinking a small tear out her eye. Little nuts they were but she missed them a lot. They always make sure to text her every morning and it brightens her mood up always. She flipped through her phone a bit more and looked through her messages for her parents. They never directly texted her much, just the occasional I love you and I miss you. Sometimes her dad sent links to songs she might like. Those always were welcome. After taking a bit to wake up more and reminisce, she got up and made her way to the communal kitchen area. It was tiny and shabby really but at least it had space. She’s worked with a lot less. Rummaging through her cabinet of food she sighed before taking out her portable coffee maker and starting the process of making herself some iced coffee.

After almost falling back asleep as she got through the process of brewing it and then icing it and sticking it in a fridge to let it cool more she shook her head. She was kinda hoping shaking her brain cells around would get them to work properly but that seemed to fail as it did nothing. Showering perhaps would help.

And it did indeed. It was refreshing and most importantly quiet. Today’s was going to be a long day but she was mostly looking forward to it. She had never messed with a ouija board before but she didn’t think it would hurt to try. All of the rules Axelle was sending in the chat though was making her head spin. She didn’t want to disrespect any ghosts that was for sure. Keegan just silently washed her hair and face as she contemplated how many ways this could go wrong or right. Or if they would even get the answers they needed. Eventually she snapped the water off and started softly drying her hair off. She was overthinking the whole thing, it would be fine. Besides this whole thing was about them trying to understand what’s been going on. Doubtful they would be offended by that. Laughing at herself, she dressed and braided her hair. Kee went back out to the kitchen area right after, dropping her towel in her personal hamper on her way.

Looking around she wasn’t sure if she had missed her roommate or if she wasn’t up yet but Kee wanted to be nice. She made sure to portion Phaedra out a cup of iced coffee and then leave a little wrapped bowl of cut fruit on the counter for her. Made sure she had something to eat at least. She left a cute note with some hearts that said for Phae to make sure she knew.

Keegan took her own food and started collecting her things for school, making sure her books and her drawing tablet and sketchbook were with her. She couldn’t recall a time in which she didn’t have them on her. And at least they weren’t messy. She’s gotten in trouble before for bringing pastel chalks to school. At this point she was pretty sure she had everything on her, before hearing a ding from her phone.

Book Club📚

тoday'ѕ тнe day, ladιeѕ. lav, do yoυ тнιnĸ yoυ coυld convιnce мr. нopĸιnѕ нe нaѕ тo leave тнe rooм? we coυld alwayѕ do тнe ғaĸe ѕeance ιdea aѕ a laѕт reѕorт, вυт ι don'т wanт тнaт тo вe plan a. ι wanтed тo do тнe real ѕeance wнen we goт тo тнe parĸ, and ι dιdn'т wanт тo pιѕѕ тнe ѕpιrιтѕ oғғ вeғore we coυld тalĸ тo тнeм aвoυт тнe тнιngѕ тнaт've вeen нappenιng тo υѕ.

Sure thing, I’ll figure something out. Leave it to me! ;0

Shutting her phone down she pulled on her jacket and put her backpack on. Looking back she raised her voice “Phaedra I’m heading out, if you take too long I’m leaving without you!”She smiled, full intent on waiting for the other girl. Today’s gonna be weird and interesting she could feel it.

≪ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ≫

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Keegan Clarey

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「 💜 “Sometimes life is a little hard, it’s good to take a break okay?” 💜」



Name → (Keegan Clarey)
Nicknames → Kee, K
Age → (18)
Birthdate → 11/3
Height/weight → 5’7, 167 lbs

💕 Laid Back 💕 Mom Friend 💕 Tired 💕 Calmly Passionate 💕 Humble 💕 Poetic 💕 Optimistic

Keegan came from a large family of five in which she was the oldest sibling. Since she was a kid she was the reliable one, helping with her siblings to the point she became a mom to them rather than a sibling. Her mom was gone constantly working to keep up with the endless bills. Her dad was deployed and sent money but of course it was never enough. Since both were absent it was easy for her to step up, if she wanted to or not. As a result she always has some remaining dark circles and a now almost crippling addiction to straight black coffee. She has a silent drive to make sure anyone placed around her succeeds. Keegan gets emotionally invested in her friends in family and is quick to take a liking to people.

Helping is a default and it hits to a weak point for her. She fiercely loves her people and she would do anything for them.

The love she has for her friends pours over into her hobbies which include oil painting and writing. She views the world as one large inspiration. Education wise she manages to pass by, just by the grace of whatever she was naturally gifted. She almost never has time for herself at home to study and in her free time she prefers to be out with her friends instead. Hard to find time to take care of yourself when you're constantly worrying about others.

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ʟɪᴋᴇs 💜: Tiramisu, The bustle and background noise of a busy street, gardening, mint and lavender tea, any tea in general, caffeine, soft color pallets
. ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs : Avocado, Bugs, Cleaning; especially dishes, Being called KeeKee
. ǫᴜɪʀᴋs : -She will silently paint in the air with her finger, completely getting distracted
- Her yawns are very high pitched, so she sounds like a small mouse. It tends to concern or confuse people
-When she is frustrated, Kee tends to scrunch her nose subconsciously
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Spells →
~Sweet Sounds~
-Keegan weaves a series of enthralling words, enchanting the person they are directed at. For a duration the target will be under a spell, ready to follow Keegan’s commands. Will end if asked to do something that causes harm to others or itself. If the target is harmed in any way the target comes back to its senses.
Sub Spell: Cunning Buff
-In the same sense that her words can charm others, she can also use her words to buff her teammates. Depending on her mood and words she can provide health buffs, physical buffs or spell buffs.

~False Painting~
-Illusions appear in the shape of whatever Keegan wills them too. They hold no physical form but appear lifelike to whoever it’s directed at. This can include mimicking people, herself, items etc. Useful as a support item, or intimidation tactic.

~Realistic Sketches~
-As a novice currently at this spell, Kee is unable to summon forth big items. However, using whatever she can as a canvas (herself or a sketchbook) she can ink a drawing that she can pull forth, bringing it into reality. As she gets stronger she would be able to summon up basic weapons etc.
Weaknesses → “Don’t rush an artist guys, drawings take time!” (Super slow at summoning forth items using her Realistic Sketches spell)
“Ugh I’ve hit a huge block..” (Spelled with an artistic block, the longer the battle goes on the less ideas Kee has. Eventually she will tire out and not be sure what to do or help)

TRIVIA →

💕 Coffee has no effect on Kee, espresso and monsters are the only thing she can rely on
💕 Her right ear is half deaf due to her having Bell’s palsy and thus she constantly asks people to speak up for her.
💕She runs a semi popular art blog called “No Art No Chill” Half of the posts are about never having time to draw which seems to be extremely relatable to all of her audience.
💕Of her five siblings there are four girls and one boy.
💕Her dad will ship back different treats and foods back from the places he’s stationed in. Her favorite are the Korean cola treats he sends back.
💕She is bisexual and really really likes very soft cutesy girls. She’s a hopeless romantic really and isn’t afraid to show it especially in her art.
💕Her dad raised her on heavy metal, scream and hair metal bands
💕 She prefers classical painting but with all of her siblings she’s surprisingly good at face painting. Especially unicorns which are a fan favorite in the Clarey household.

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

Aleria Lancaster

The few days Aleria spent on the accurately dubbed “Stinkboat” were absolutely miserable. Never had she been out so far from the pristine, albeit lonely monastery walls. At first it was the smell. She couldn’t handle the stench and subsequently hid away from the others due to it. She couldn’t handle feeling dirty, hygiene to her was of utmost importance. She liked looking clean and light and she felt so very far from that. Then came the sea sickness. She could barely stand for a bit until she also slowly adjusted. She didn’t have much of a choice of course, she was stuck here. There was no turning back from this adventure and she was here for the long run. And this was only the first few hours of their journey.

After adjusting a bit, at least enough to function on her own she started writing in her pocket book she carried. She hid it in the layers and layers of dress she had on. Mostly she scribbled poetry into the pages, just to fill the loneliness she felt. She felt homesick, very homesick. Ashley was a nice solution for her though. She found herself bumping into her and then eventually Aleria just naturally followed her around. Time spent together felt less empty, and she felt very comfortable around her. Maybe it was because of her nobility, maybe it was because she felt this inexplicable draw towards her. Either way it helped.

"I remember you said you were a healer, but are you comfortable defending yourself? I'm not much of a healer, but I have supervised medical in mass casualty events before. We may be walking into one, so please, don't hesitate to ask me anything." Ashley asked, one of the times they were alone together.

Aleria blinked, unsure how to respond for a second. She hadn’t given that aspect too much thought. The thought of war..she just did what she was told. The reality of this all was very humbling and grounding for her.

Coming back she responded, “I’ve practiced and worked with offensive spells but I must admit I’m more talented with helping others then hurting. I’d appreciate the help, of course. I would never decline an opportunity to learn from such a talented mage.” She smiled softly, staring down at the floor.

The times Aleria left Ashleys side she quietly observed the others. She wanted to know the others but the side they show when they think no one is looking. It says more about the person than words could ever. Actions are everything to a person's character of course. Kavius and Sam seemed conjoined at the hip, a partnership that couldn’t be separated. She thought it was sweet, how much he tried to help Sam out. She didn’t quite know how to help, and the usual herbs she kept for salves and medical uses were back at the church. That’s the first thing I’m finding when I get off this wretched boat. Then there was Tonka and Troe who seemed to be studying magic. She almost asked to join but then decided it would be best to not interfere and quickly retreated off to be alone again. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was stupidly shy. She felt a burst of confidence due to her backing and abilities when she first talked with everyone but now? The nausea and the sudden realization of just exactly what she was doing made her want to hide. At least for now.

She tried helping above deck but was quickly denied. Perhaps due to the way she looked like a small porcelain doll, ready to break at the smallest bit of pressure. She tried to insist but it seemed as if they already had all the hands they needed. Instead she opted to watch over the others, offering food and water where needed and fetching small things. Just enough to help but out of the way.

However Ashley was the exception for the shyness she felt."It feels safer with two of us here, doesn't it?" She had remarked during a time in which they enjoyed each other’s company. She nodded in agreement with her statement. It felt peaceful, Aleria felt no pressure to push herself or assert her place around Ashley.

“I appreciate the company. It certainly does feel safer just with us. Quiet, peaceful.”

She tried to savor those small moments, especially as they came to shore. She was in unfamiliar territory and had no idea how to react. Curious though, she followed the others off, watching first. Aleria watched as Ashley was swarmed by a mass of women. Honestly she couldn’t help but laugh at first before how invasive these women were. Before she could run out she saw Nitonka approach. It was amazing how quickly she swatted off all the unwanted women. Being menacing has its perks she supposed.

Aleria swallowed, and looked around. First of all she had no idea really where they were. Secondly she was afraid of being tugged around like Ashley was. She had barely any patience from the last three days and all she wanted was a shower, and some plants to play with. And a good drink maybe.

She quickly chased off after Tonka, attaching herself close enough that she would be shielded from any onlookers. Trying to keep up she piped up “Where are we going? And please don’t turn me away. I don’t know this area very well and you seem very capable.” She smugly smiled, knowing full well she would follow anyway. She would be quiet, she just wanted an escort to find things. And she heard Tonka mention a bookstore, that would be a good place to start.

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

Aleria Lancaster

Smiling fondly at the rather well endowed lady, Aleria nodded her answer. She couldn’t really say much more as the woman started to walk away. Alright..uhh..black haired mage. Are they a boy or a girl? This woman seemed to not know..

Shaking her head and pulling away from her thoughts, she looked back at her guards. They seemed unfazed and ready to follow Aleria at a moment's notice. It was her family's way of making sure she was doing as she was told no matter what. Furrowing her eyebrow she thought about what she should do with them. After a second she quickly trotted over and addressed them.

“Ahem, I need you to run an errand for me. You see I left..” She started rambling a long and confusing list, making sure they wrote down all the bullshit she was spewing. They were looking at her like she was crazy but she needed them to leave and she needed them gone while she left. She would do this for her family but she wasn’t about to have them breathing down her neck through proxies the whole time. “I assure you I’ve been told the boat has been delayed long enough for you to retrieve these items. They are vital, I need them. I mean it! Now go.” She sighed, shooing them off. They scurried away, and she was now free to join the rest of the crew on the boat. Now with no distractions.

Returning, Aleria made her way up the ramp, gagging just a bit over the smell. It was foul and fishy and she wasn’t used to this type of environment. She much preferred the clear air of the church with the hint of smoke and incense in the air. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, hoping to call her nerves. No matter how well trained she was she has never ventured this far off by herself. She wished she could say it was exciting but something felt rather off about it. As she boarded she managed to hear the tail end of what sounded like an introduction from a lax looking man who went by the name Kavius.

“Who’s next?”

Aleria looked around and everyone seemed just so..reserved. Typical, of course, they all barely knew each other. She bit her lip before speaking up.

“My name is Aleria Lancaster and I will be your healer and support during this mission. I’ve been sent by the church and I hope to make myself of use to you all.” She gave a small curtsy and clasped her hands behind her back. She turned towards the black haired mage, separate from the introductory conversation.

“I was told you were the leader of this makeshift group? And I was to ask you for permission to integrate myself? If not the pretty lady over there said I was allowed on.” Aleria chuckled softly, pointing over to where Nitonka was.

“Also it’s a pleasure to meet you, I hope we can be good acquaintances.” She said finally to the mage, giving a smile. Aleria assumed she was allowed to be here, she couldn’t see why the church sent her if she wasn’t already a part of this.

Besides she needed to be here. She couldn’t glean much from the conversations amongst the elders in the church but this seemed to be a charity case. The church would look bad if they didn’t help in some way, and she guessed she was their answer at least for now. There wasn’t much information for her when she was sent off. Just talk about how she was a capable mage and she was of age to finally go and help however she could. When they sent her on her way she was informed to head to the docks, any group of adventures they rounded up to deal with this she was to join them on the Santa Lyrica. Thankfully she found them with relative ease, she just hoped they accepted her presence and didn’t question her.

Fire Emblem: Sunken Flames

Aleria Lancaster, the Noble

Name: Aleria Lancaster

Appearance:

Hider

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Bi

Personality: Aleria was born to a large noble family and was of course taught the manners and demeanor fitting of a noble. Though with the extensive family she ended up learning something that a lot of nobles don’t which is the importance of familial bonds. While she didn’t always get along with her siblings and parents they were still a close family and those bonds are important to her. She was also taught the wonderful art that all nobles are taught which is people pleasing, however she took it above and beyond. She is very cutesy and often tries to make people like her. If someone doesn’t like her it will annoy her to no end.

Being affiliated with the church most would assume that the cute, lovable cleric would be pure and innocent right? Well that is not quite the case. Due to the church and her overprotective and religious parents she was heavily repressed and developed a bit of a hidden dark side that she keeps under wraps. Including some masochistic tendencies.

Class: Noble

History: Aleria grew up on Faroth-En in a particularly large noble family. Being the 5th child of what is currently 8 kids she has lots of siblings and extended family members. The family was also extremely religious and devout worshippers of the Goddess. Because of this, Aleria was extensively taught white and light magic due to her magical affinity and inducted into the church. Growing up she was taught to be devout and sinless, to be kind and loving. And Aleria was, to an extent. She grew up very close with her older brothers and as she aged she started noticing the double standards. The pedestal her parents put her on and the expectations put upon her as a woman and child of the goddess. Her parents firmly believed she was a gift from the goddess herself as she was almost born stillborn. As a miracle, she quickly became the family's golden child, especially with her magical affinities. She grew estranged from half of her non magic user siblings and extremely close with the magically inclined children. She strived for perfection because nothing less was expected from her. If anything was less than perfect she was met with strict discipline. As a toddler she amazed and wowed her parents endlessly. But as she aged to about 10, things got drastically worse. She wanted to focus on other things rather than her devotion and practicing her magic. She took up art as a hobby as a child and her parents quickly shut that down, as anything she did. It was considered a waste of time and often she was locked away to conduct secluded prayer to reflect on her actions. Her early teens were mostly spent in the private chapel as she liked to rebel often. Eventually after the support of her siblings she found other ways to outlet herself and focused more on people pleasing. She quickly found out she got further along in life if she kissed ass. She began to grow a narcissistic personality, believing her parents words and thinking she was the world and more. Being the best was her thing and she wanted nothing more than to be loved by everyone. She was tired of being alone, tired of disappointing her parents so she strived to become the best and she did. Her late teens were consumed with study and devotion. Her parents were absolutely pleased, which brings her to today. As a reward for progressing so quickly she was allowed to go out on a mission that was important to the church. Happy to get out and gain more experience she happily obliged, ever eager to improve.