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I will not be returning to RPG in the future. I've enjoyed roleplaying with all of you and wish you good luck in all of your endeavors. Catch you on the flip side.
7 yrs ago
Current
I will not be returning to RPG in the future. I've enjoyed roleplaying with all of you and wish you good luck in all of your endeavors. Catch you on the flip side.
I agree that it is a beautiful CS. I would think that Raven would have that compulsion to take care of her because of her lack of interaction with the outside world.
Body type: Willowy, slender, and petite Skin tone: Fair Height: 4'8 Weight: 90 pounds Hair style/color: White as the snow. Shimmers in the light. Hangs to her waist. Eye color: Crystal blue. Turns storm-cloud gray when she is angry
Name: Ciana "Ana" Ignatius
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Personality: Having not socialized with anyone outside of the monks left Ciana with no knowledge on how to relate to others and so she hardly ever knows what to say or how to act. She tends to blurt a lot of things out without realizing it or thinking about her words. She also gets embarrassed and flustered way too easily; often blushing and hiding her face. Being as innocent as she is to the world, she trusts way too easily and is oblivious about a lot of the ways of the world. She can be very insecure about herself and she tends to second-guess herself a lot. Ciana can become upset very easily and is very sensitive; also being very clumsy and tends to trip over her own feet a lot. Despite all of this however, Ciana loves helping people and will do everything she can to make them smile. She looks at the brighter aspects in life and tries not to dwell on negative thoughts. Ciana has a habit of thinking out-loud. Ciana also puts others needs before her own and in most cases she reacts without thinking of her own well-being: if someone is being hurt, Ciana will immediately try and protect them with any means possible without even considering herself. She is very, very selfless. Ciana can be very curious and is very easily captivated and awed by even the simplest of objects and things. She is very much like a child in a way.
Biography: Ciana was born and raised at the temple, having not even set a single foot in the world outside her sanctuary. In fact, she doesn't even know about the prophecy she was born to full-fill. The monks believed she was too delicate, too fragile to be told that essentially the fate of the world rested on her tiny shoulders. So they opted to keep it to themselves, waiting for the right moment to tell her. Trico is her constant companion, the two go everywhere together. They are practically inseparable.
Element: Light
Power 1: Thread Manipulation~ User can create, shape and manipulate threads and string: a long, thin and flexible form of material, shaping and combining them as needed, or moving them with telekinesis. She is able to change the density, hardness etc such as using it to slice apart a tree.
Location:
The Monastery of The Gods can only be reached through a hidden beam of light found in a cave under an island. The monastery itself is encased in a large circular crater. There are legends that the Gods created a race of monsters that the monks began to call the Guardians. The beasts contained characteristics of many animals: Agile and flexibility of a cat, the beak of a bird with sharp fangs, and the talons and wings of an eagle and feathers covering every inch of their bodies. These beasts are the Guardians, working in tandem with the monks to keep the temple safe.
(Reference images below)
The monastery itself consists of many temples interlocked together with a large abyss below. (It looks more maintained than the images below)
Family: Trico and the monks who raised her
Friends: Trico
Sentimental Attachment: Trico
Other: Despite her shy personality, she is very protective of Trico and him being hurt is one of the few things that will set her off.
(His size is relative in the images. The small boy on his back would much resemble how Ciana would look.) (I'm slightly obsessed with The Last Guardian.)
Pet Name: (More of a companion than a pet. Trico is able to communicate telepathically with Ciana.) Trico
Pet Age: 200 (Still young in terms of a Guardian)
Pet Gender: Male
Pet Species: Guardian
Pet Personality: Very protective of Ciana, he has been with her since her birth; guiding her and keeping her out trouble. Much like the girl, he has a child-like curosity and awe of the world outside the temple. However, he was born a predator and isn't afraid to fight tooth and fang to keep his dear one safe.
So, I know this is a bit sudden, but I have to drop out of this.
I'm sorry, really, but I've got real life things that'll keep me from being active here; And I don't want to drag the roleplay at all due to my inactivity. Good luck to everyone here, however.
Awww, I'm sad to see you go. I hope everything is okay and it all works out.
"Good things come to those who wait." Tearful eyes gazed up at her coupled with well-placed sniffles. She repressed a laugh as she smiled kindly down at the twin pair of blue, pleading eyes. The five year-olds were standing side by side in front of Lilia, the twins casting reproachful glances at the buses lined up in front of the school before looking back up at her with pleading eyes once more. At home, the crocodile tears would have made their parents cave in a instant and give the twins whatever they wanted. But Lilia had since grow immune to their puppy dogs eyes, which would quickly turn sour as all she would do would be to stand there until they dropped the act. The two kindergarteners were quite upset that their class hadn't been picked to go to the lake, the wound stinging even more when they found out that Lilia was going to get to go. They had wailed and pitched temper tantrums at home but it was out of their parents hands and thus, the twins were not able to get what they wanted. Which of course made them insufferable but Lilia had a certain ability to muscle through their whining.
"Rin, Len, don't worry. I'll bring you back a volcano rock, or maybe a pretty flower."
The idea of getting a present made the two quickly forget their woes and instead start calling out what they wanted. Lilia patiently waited for them to run through their lists before she kissed them quickly on the head and scampered over to her bus as the twins followed their teacher back inside. Lilia arrived at her bus well after everyone else had already gotten on and she was lifting up a foot to step aboard when her teacher, Mrs. Williams, placed a gentle hand on the child's shoulder.
"Lily dear, I'm afraid this bus is full. But don't worry, there's still room on Mr. Connors bus. Come along."
The nine year-old hesitantly followed behind her teacher and very soon she was boarding the bus. She looked around, an uncertain expression on her face. She was by far the youngest and tiniest child there and she felt slightly intimidated by all the other bigger kids. Clutching the skirt of her dress in her small hands, she worried her bottom lip with her teeth as she glanced around for a place she could sit.