『 Ionia 』 discussion

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A Little More Than a Lady's Maid

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『 Identity 』

⊙ {Full Name/Nickname(s):}
❀ Chitsuki Dracul
❀ Meaning—Chitsuki, blood moon; Dracul, demon/dragon; Chi, blood; Tsuki, moon
❀ Chi; Tsuki; Dragon

⊙ {Age/Gender:}
❀ 21 ❀ Female

⊙ {Date of Birth/Zodiac Sign:}
❀ November 8th ❀ Scorpio

⊙ {Blood type:}
❀ O

⊙ {Relationship Status/Crush:}
❀ Single [determined] ♡ N/A

⊙ {Sexuality/Mental Stability:}
❀ Homosexual ❀ Surprisingly Stable


『 Appearance 』
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♡ IDEK

⊙ {Hair/Eyes:}
❀ Short, bob-cut, neat; ashy black ❀ Pale greenish-yellow; slit pupils

⊙ {Height/Weight:}
❀ 5'6 w/heels; 5'2 w/out ❀ Around 90 lbs

⊙ {Skin Tone/Scarring or Markings:}
❀ Chestnut brown, warm toned
❀ Random scarring all over her body; she has this tattoo in the middle of her back

⊙ {Clothing Style:}
❀ Maid uniform


『 About 』

⊙ {Description:}
• DARK/CREEPY/STANDOFFISH/MYSTERIOUS/COLD/EMOTIONLESS
[this can easily be seen on the surface; it's the face she wears, and she's not ashamed of it]


HOT-HEADED/AGGRESSIVE/CALCULATIVE/SERPENTINE/BLUNT/HARSH
[this is what people notice about her once she's been pissed off]


INTELLIGENT/OBSERVANT/PLAYFUL/SARCASTIC/PESSIMISTIC/OPINIONATED
[after allowing her to warm up, this is what people notice about her]


LOYAL/PASSIONATE/RESPONSIBLE/CARING/PROTECTIVE/POSSESSIVE
[this is what she reserves only for those she feels close to; those she deeply cares for]


⊙ {Secrets/Things to Know/Triggers:}
☉ She's a White Fang member
☉ She's Kimiko Ikeda's maid and personal guard
☉ She doesn't take harassment lightly
☉ She hates being touched without permission

⊙ {Likes/Favorite Things:}
★ Heels ♡ Dragons
★ Sexy outfits ♡ Flying
★ Cats ♡ Kimiko Ikeda
★ Tattoos ♡ Her katana

⊙ {Dislikes/Fears:}
X Unwanted physical contact ☉ Drowning
X Awkward silences ☉ Becoming a stuck-up bitch
X Being disrespected ☉ Losing her katana
X Arrogant people ☉ Kimiko sending her back to Blackridge

⊙ {Interesting Facts:}
✿ She has a raspy voice
✿ She can growl [she can also purr]
✿ She loves spicy foods
✿ She hates children
✿ She was an assassin
✿ She's very forgetful

⊙ {Habits/Mannerisms:}
☆ Picking at her nails when nervous ๑ She walks confidently
☆ Drumming her fingers when thinking ๑ She almost always sounds sarcastic
☆ Playing with her earlobes ๑ She has a constant growl when she speaks


『 Background 』

⊙ {Abilities/Weapon(s):}
✧ Appearance-Shifting: Chi can shape-shift, but only into one animal. A dragon. And even then, because the animal is so powerful, she cannot fully shift her body into the creature. She can grow scales, claws and/or talons, and even horns but the most amazing thing she can do is grow dragon wings. Other than those things though, she cannot transform into a full on dragon.
✧ Fire Manipulation: Chi can manipulate fire. She can control it, is immune to it and can walk through roaring flames, can create it, and can even breathe it. She can spit fire, just like the dragon she can partially transform into.
／ Polished katana [as seen in image]

⊙ {History:}
• Chitsuki killed her mother when she was born. She hadn't meant to, but it'd happened. Chitsuki killed her father when she was six years old. She'd meant to this time. She'd had enough of his sexual abuse and the day she got a reign on her fire manipulation ability, she lit the fucker up until he was nothing but ash. She had reveled in the flames, had danced in them as his screams echoed around her. The dragon in her heart and purred at the smooth heat licking her flesh. It was the dragon that kept her from starving or being captured by slavers when she was living on the streets of Blackridge. It was her only friend in those dark years of her life, and after she learned of her shape-shifting ability, it was her freedom as well. That is, until a White Fang member saw her soar over an alley in the dead of night and found her glowing, ember-like wings intriguing and...useful. The man followed her back to the abandoned house she'd taken shelter in for five years and took her back to one of the White Fang's bars. She never went back to that house.

Unlike most her age would, Chitsuki warmed up to the White Fang immediately. She took all of their lessons seriously and lived dedicated to their foundation alone. They quickly discovered that, even at eleven, she was a fierce, natural born fighter. And with a little help controlling and strengthening her abilities, she became a valued member of the White Fang. She wasn't a high-up in the least, but people knew her name. Those who wronged her, those who caught a glimpse of her fire when she was on a job, those who saw the embers in the night sky when she flew over. They knew who she was, and she absolutely loved it. It was as if she was born for this life. As if killing and fighting were what she was meant to do. There wasn't a moment she thought otherwise. Not for the nine or so years she lived amongst them. That is, until she came along. And by "she", of course I mean Kimiko Ikeda.

As soon as the court lady came to Blackridge to speak on terms of an alliance, every White Fang member in the area was trained on her. They didn't want all eyes on her though, just in case something happened elsewhere, so they sent Chitsuki and a few others to monitor the woman. To be frank, Kimiko confused the hell out of Chi. This strange woman was not only a lady of the Queen of Edinburgh's court, but she was sent to Blackridge to negotiate some sort of alliance? It was the fact that the Queen had sent Kimiko of all people to Blackridge that intrigued Chi the most. She began watching the woman outside of her shifts, and then after the White Fang had called off the people observing her, having deemed her harmless. Edinburgh had already given their formal alliance to the White Fang, so aside from natural suspicion, they had no reason to keep an eye on her, right? But Chi thought differently. Not only was this woman incredibly...quirky, but she was also...owning it. And she was still a court lady! She interested Chi more than she would've liked to admit. And she wanted a closer look.

On a night a few days from when Kimiko Ikeda would return to Edinburgh, Chitsuki decided to speak to her superior. She knew she was an expendable piece of the White Fang, a pawn that wouldn't be missed. Expressing concerns about Edinburgh's loyalty to the White Fang, the urgency she felt about needing to leave with Kimiko to infiltrate the court—all of which was false—she tried to convince her superior that the time to slip in a spy was then. By some strange stroke of luck, it worked. Whether it was the fact that she could be replaced, that she was so insistent, or that she actually got to the man's concern about the alliance, she couldn't care less. That next morning, she packed what little possessions she had and walked directly up to the house where Kimiko was staying. She didn't fake politeness, didn't bother to censor her language, but she show enthusiasm. Or at least, the most that her normally expressionless face would allow. Kimiko, surprisingly, accepted her request. Her excitement was true. Not only did she get to learn more about this mysterious woman, but she also got to leave Blackridge.

It was a thing Chitsuki never thought she could possibly want, but after the several months she has spent by Kimiko's side, she can say without a doubt that she made the right choice. The White Fang hasn't said a thing about her 'spy' work, and her reports have dwindled to once a week. She actually thinks that they've stopped reading her letters altogether, which is just fine with her. She has come clean to Kimiko about being a spy, but seeing as she was aware the woman already knew, the subject was let go without a second thought. Now Chitsuki is simply trying to enjoy her life as a maid/some type of personal guard, but there's something getting in the way. How the hell didn't she notice that Kimiko was so damn HOT?!

⊙ {Family Tree:}
— They're all dead.

⊙ {Alliance/Kingdom/Occupation:}
• Kimiko Ikeda/White Fang
• Formerly Blackridge, now Edinburgh
• Kimiko Ikeda's maid/personal guard; assassin of the White Fang

⊙ {Theme Song(s):}
• 엑소


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The Sunshine in His Rainstorm

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『 Identity 』

⊙ {Full Name/Nickname(s):}
❀ Jasper Talin Stellato
❀ Meaning—Jasper, treasurer; Talin, music; Stellato, star dancer
❀ Jass, Tal, Talin

⊙ {Age/Gender:}
❀ 17 ❀ Male

⊙ {Date of Birth/Zodiac Sign:}
❀ April 20th ❀ Taurus

⊙ {Blood type:}
❀ B

⊙ {Relationship Status/Crush:}
❀ Single [determined] ♡ Shigeru Takeo

⊙ {Sexuality/Mental Stability:}
❀ Pansexual ❀ Stable [rocky]


『 Appearance 』
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{Face Claim:}
♡ Luka Couffaine

⊙ {Hair/Eyes:}
❀ His hair is dark blue; the spiky, flared tips are a lighter blue; his eyebrows are black
❀ His eyes are a light powder blue

⊙ {Height/Weight:}
❀ 5'11 ft ❀ Around 150 lbs

⊙ {Skin Tone/Scarring or Markings:}
❀ Warm beige ❀ Randomly placed little scars; self-harm scars

⊙ {Clothing Style:}
❀ He mainly wears fitted pants and loose shirts; he almost never wears shoes and is more often than not barefoot


『 About 』

⊙ {Description:}
• LAID-BACK/CALM/GO-WITH-THE-FLOW/FRIENDLY/QUIET
[what people notice right off the bat; what lies directly on the surface]


INTELLIGENT/CHARMING/CREATIVE/LEVEL-HEADED/OBSERVANT
[people gather this quickly after interacting with him]


PASSIONATE/AFFECTIONATE/GENTLE/CARING/PLAYFUL/LOYAL/PROTECTIVE
[this is a side that he keeps mostly to himself; his crush and childhood friend knows this side of him the best]


LONELY/DEPRESSED/ANXIOUS/SELF-DEPRECATING
[this side he keeps completely to himself; Shigeru rarely sees this]


⊙ {Secrets/Things to Know/Triggers:}
☉ He has a crush on his childhood friend
☉ He's self-deprecating
☉ He has depression and general anxiety, as well as insomnia
☉ He lives in a physically, emotionally, and mentally abusive household

⊙ {Likes/Favorite Things:}
★ Being left alone ♡ Shigeru Takeo [specifically cuddling with him]
★ Pasta ♡ Sweets
★ Quiet nights ♡ Playing the cittern [medieval guitar] and singing
★ Playing with Shigeru's hair ♡ Warm, fluffy blankets

⊙ {Dislikes/Fears:}
X Being alone ☉ His father
X Lonely nights ☉ His mother
X Arrogant people ☉ Spiders [Shigeru has to kill them]
X Flavorless food ☉ Losing Shigeru

⊙ {Interesting Facts:}
✿ He hates raisins
✿ He plays the cittern
✿ He almost never wear shoes
✿ He loves Shigeru Takeo

⊙ {Habits/Mannerisms:}
☆ Twirling his hair ๑ He covers his mouth when he chuckles or giggles
☆ Drawing on himself in ink ๑ He's absentmindedly affectionate with Shigeru
☆ Biting his bottom lip ๑ He leans forward when invested in a conversation


『 Background 』

⊙ {Abilities/Weapon(s):}
✧ Metal Manipulation: He can deform anything made out of any kind of metal. He can reshape rings, and can even bend things like pots and pans, not to mention swords and knives. The larger or more complicated the object, the harder it is for him to shape, like locks. Some swords are more difficult for him to bend, but knives and daggers and the like are easier for him to meld.
✧ Empathy: It's less developed than his metal ability, as that was only worked on out of necessity. He can only catch quick, brief glimpses of other's emotions. It helps with his parents, but isn't nearly as essential as his metal bending, so he's chosen to let it be more of a background ability.
✧ Liquid Manipulation: This is, by far, his favorite ability. Though he doesn't use it much, it's more developed than his empathic ability simply due to nature. He mostly uses it in the bath, playing with the water, but it also extends to ink. He uses this ability to correct lines when drawing on himself and Shigeru.
／ He doesn't have any specific weapon yet

⊙ {History:}
• Jasper was the last thing his parent's wanted. His father beat him just for being born, and his mother was too busy doting on his older brother and shaping him into their father. Maybe that's why he was so surprised by the positive, curious attention Shigeru Takeo gave him when he and his parents moved from Blackridge. His older brother, never the bright one, had beaten a White Fang member at a game of cards on Jass's ninth birthday. A few days after the funeral, they moved to Falkhaven. Jasper thinks that his mother is the reason why they moved. She'd fallen into a depression immediately after her "treasure" died and started drinking and doing drunks. Maybe his father just didn't want those to be as accessible to her. Well, however it happened, they ended up in a two-story house in a nice neighborhood thanks to his dad's gambling money. Despite the different setting, the family dynamic didn't change much. His mom still busied herself with anything that wasn't him, and his father still busied himself making sure he knew he wasn't wanted.

One night soon after they moved in, Jasper was yelled at for looking at his father wrong. He had raced upstairs to his barren bedroom before things could get too out of hand, but the man's booming voice carried throughout the house. And apparently clean through to the house next door as well, as after sulking to himself at the large window facing the neighbor's, a boy's head popped out behind the curtain across the small gap between the houses. He'd been started, but ignored the other child completely, even despite his curious questions. Jasper had, in fact, shut the curtain in his room after a few minutes, effectively silencing the boy. And yet, despite his attempt to make clear that he wasn't interested in a friendship, every day after he'd gotten home from school and done his chores, the boy would be there. Waiting. Deciding the best course of action would be to ignore the boy, Jass did just that. For several months. After a long while, it began to feel normal for the boy to be sitting at his window, waiting for Jass to enter his room. He'd started looking for him. He'd started offering the kid a glance, a nod, a little wave here and there.

By the time Jasper turned ten, despite still avoiding the boy when in public, he'd become completely accustomed to hearing him ramble about nothing and everything. It had become the only way he could fall asleep. However, on the night of his tenth birthday, shit when sideways. His mother, in a fit of rage and sadness over what had happened to his older brother, took a turn at him. She was cruel, her small fists blackening his skin, ripping out his hair. Her nails tore at him until he had several steady streams of blood running down him from multiple places. And then his father let into him about getting blood on the floor. That night, he dragged himself up the stairs to his bedroom, his safe haven. From the neighbor boy's bedroom...he could barely hear soft, gentle music over the pounding of his heart. It guided him to the window. It was open, the curtains swaying in the cool night breeze. It beckoned him. He jumped. And he never regretted a single thing from that moment on.

Jasper was slowly shaped by the boy, Shigeru Takeo. He grew into a better person as the years passed simply because of the neighbor boy who wouldn't leave him alone. Though the burden of his parents' abuse still hangs heavy on him—it has lead him to self-harm, has dug him into depression, and has made him anxious of everyone and everything that isn't Shigeru—the effects of this burden are being slowly reversed from the time he spends with Shigeru. Thanks to this boy, he has become more open, and even kinder. He's learned how to be calm, how to socialize, how to enjoy life. Shigeru brought music into his life, coloring his dark existence. Everything positive in his live stems directly from Shigeru, even romantically. To be quite honest, Jasper doesn't know exactly when he started having feelings for Shigeru, but the moment he realized them, he accepted them. There is something about Shigeru that has rooted itself deep inside of Jass and refuses to leave. And Jass... He's just fine with that. He'll be whatever Shigeru needs or wants him to be, as long as he remains in his life. The boy has completely consumed him.

⊙ {Family Tree:}
— Father: Alastair Stellato alive
— Mother: Valencia Stellato alive
— Older Brother: Orion Stellato deceased

⊙ {Alliance/Kingdom/Occupation:}
• Rebellion • Falkhaven • N/A

⊙ {Theme Song(s):}
• Shape of Us


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Snake From Blackridge

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『 Identity 』

⊙ {Full Name/Nickname(s):}
❀ Lilith Antoinette Gagnon
❀ Meaning—Lilith, monster; Antoinette, invaluable; Gagnon, "guard dog", aggressive/cruel
❀ Bitch

⊙ {Age/Gender:}
❀ 26 ❀ Female

⊙ {Date of Birth/Zodiac Sign:}
❀ January 1st ❀ Capricorn

⊙ {Blood type:}
❀ A

⊙ {Relationship Status/Crush:}
❀ Widow ♡ N/A

⊙ {Sexuality/Mental Stability:}
❀ Heterosexual ❀ Stable

『 Appearance 』
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⊙ {Hair/Eyes:}
❀ Long, wavy; icy blue ❀ Copper; snake-like pupils

⊙ {Height/Weight:}
❀ 5'11 ft ❀ Around 160 lbs

⊙ {Skin Tone/Scarring or Markings:}
❀ Incredibly pale; milky white ❀ N/A

⊙ {Clothing Style:}
❀ Fitted, scandalous gowns

『 About 』

⊙ {Secrets/Things to Know/Triggers:}
☉ White Fang supporter
☉ Widowed
☉ Doesn't like being called a 'snake' or 'spider'
☉ She knows her boobs are showing

⊙ {Likes/Favorite Things:}
★ Revealing clothing ♡ Seeing people in pain
★ Poofy accessories ♡ Causing people pain
★ Tormenting her servants ♡ Chocolate mousse
★ Flirting ♡ Having more than one partner

⊙ {Dislikes/Fears:}
X Not getting her way ☉ Losing her title
X People being happy ☉ Losing her looks
X Those who ignore her ☉ Not being desired
X Being disrespected ☉ Dogs

⊙ {Interesting Facts:}
✿ She killed her husband [shhh, no telling]
✿ She totally works her sex appeal
✿ She's aware she's gorgeous
✿ Dogs absolutely hate her

⊙ {Habits/Mannerisms:}
☆ Picking at her nail polish ๑ Covering her mouth with a fan
☆ Cleaning her face before bed ๑ Swaying her hips
☆ Wearing stockings whenever outside of her room ๑ Tapping her nails

『 Background 』

⊙ {Abilities/Weapon(s):}
✧ None
／ Stiletto daggers

⊙ {History:}
• Lilith was born into nobility. She's never seen a moment of poverty, has never been hungry. She had an arranged marriage with a man twice her age when she was only sixteen. He forced her to bed with him, but when he offered her up to one of his close friends, she lost it. She hired an assassin to kill him when she was 20. She now holds the title as Countess and keeps his last name to keep up the facade of being a poor, sad widow.

⊙ {Family Tree:}
— Father: alive
— Mother: alive
— Husband: deceased

⊙ {Alliance/Kingdom/Occupation:}
• White Fang • Blackridge • Countess

⊙ {Theme Song(s):}
• Derniere Danse

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Keeping Magic Alive

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『 Identity 』

⊙ {Full Name/Nickname(s):}
❀ Ceol Aisling
❀ Meaning—Ceol [pronounced Kyol], music; Aisling [pronounced Ashling], vision/dream; Fae, fairy
❀ [known as] Fae

⊙ {Age/Gender:}
❀ 16 ❀ Female

⊙ {Date of Birth/Zodiac Sign:}
❀ December 3rd ❀ Sagittarius

⊙ {Blood type:}
❀ AB

⊙ {Relationship Status/Crush:}
❀ Single [determined] ♡ N/A

⊙ {Sexuality/Mental Stability:}
❀ Heterosexual ❀ Stable


『 Appearance 』
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♡ IDEK

⊙ {Hair/Eyes:}
❀ Curly, unruly; deep turquoise ❀ Deep turquoise

⊙ {Height/Weight:}
❀ 5'7 ft ❀ Around 130 lbs

⊙ {Skin Tone/Scarring or Markings:}
❀ A beautiful, rich brown ❀ She has red kohl painted on her eyes, and a beauty mark under her left eye

⊙ {Clothing Style:}
❀ Flowing dresses [as shown in picture]


『 About 』

⊙ {Description:}
• BRIGHT/ENERGETIC/WELCOMING/PLAYFUL/CHARMING/CHEERFUL
[what people notice about her right off the bat]


MYSTERIOUS/FANTASTICAL/MAGICAL/CAPTIVATING/INTELLIGENT
[when she is giving someone a reading]


GENTLE/GOOD-NATURED/POSITIVE/PASSIONATE/DREAMER
[someone who has befriended her can notice this]


LOYAL/AFFECTIONATE/CARING/HONEST/COMPASSIONATE/EMPATHETIC
[anyone she is close to sees this side of her]


⊙ {Secrets/Things to Know/Triggers:}
☉ She lies about her age [says she's 18]
☉ She is an amnesiac and doesn't remember anything before the age of seven
☉ She cannot read or write
☉ She's a hopeless romantic

⊙ {Likes/Favorite Things:}
★ Small, fluffy things ♡ Singing
★ Flowing dresses ♡ Romance stories
★ Performing ♡ Making people smile
★ Compliments ♡ Dancing

⊙ {Dislikes/Fears:}
X Corsets ☉ Never finding out about her past
X Arrogance ☉ Never learning if she has family
X Prideful people ☉ The White Fang
X Being unable to read or write ☉ Being called a witch

⊙ {Interesting Facts:}
✿ She's a dancer and singer [voice is gonna be Erutan]
✿ She can play several instruments
✿ She is an amnesiac

⊙ {Habits/Mannerisms:}
☆ Putting a hand on her chest ๑ Making eye-contact when speaking
☆ Pursing her lips ๑ Smiling when she performs
☆ Clicking her tongue ๑ Holding her instruments delicately


『 Background 』

⊙ {Abilities/Weapon(s):}
✧ She doesn't have any specific abilities:
／ She doesn't carry weapons aside from the spare knife

⊙ {History:}
• Ceol was born at the age of 7. For some unknown reason, the girl awoke one day in an alley. She couldn't remember her name, nor anyone who would know it. She was a blank slate dressed in old, holey clothing. By relying on instinct alone, she spent a few months scavenging for food, too afraid to go up to the people she could somehow understand. She was scared, and felt like she was running from something, but she didn't know what or who. So instead she decided to stray as far away from the strangers as possible. They were other to her, until she stumbled upon a building with people her size running about. She was curious enough to linger, and it was good that she did. This building was an orphanage. It wasn't long before an adult working in the facility noticed her hanging around. It took several weeks to lure her in closer, but after slowly growing to trust one of the women, she was taken in by the orphanage.

It was from this orphanage where she was adopted not a year later. This family was a nomadic group of people of all different shapes, sizes, colors and backgrounds. They traveled from kingdom to kingdom, performing. She quickly discovered her natural gift of singing and her skill with instruments. It wasn't long before she was performing with her adopted family, dancing around and singing folk songs. She became popular in the towns who knew of her family, the Aisling group. It was these people who gave her the name she took to, Ceol. She wore these names as her own and soon earned her place as a part of the amazing family. On the eve of her thirteenth birthday, they were in a culture-heavy town in Northstar. As they were indulging in a few hours of sight-seeing, Ceol stumbled upon a soothe-sayer's tent. After buying a seance, she found herself fascinated in the old woman's talents. She was entranced by the tarot cards and the magic, the future that they held. She expressed this excitedly to her family, and the next morning, she was gifted a shiny new pack of tarot cards.

Two years later, her acts perfected as much as possible, Ceol decided to set off on her own. For a year she has been on the road, traveling from kingdom to kingdom as her family does. She has been steering clear of Blackridge, but business has gotten low due to the rebellion and White Fang takeover. Now, she is in Blackridge. Little does she know that her past is going to come back to haunt her.

⊙ {Family Tree:}
— Unknown

⊙ {Alliance/Kingdom/Occupation:}
• Neutral • None [Nomadic]
• Tarot readings, psychic predictions, folk singer/dancer/musician

⊙ {Theme Song(s):}
• For the Dancing and the Dreaming


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I Don't Want to Fight it

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『 Identity 』

⊙ {Full Name/Nickname(s):}
❀ Tristan Azazel Mallory
❀ Meaning—Tristan, sorrow; Azazel, fallen angel; Mallory, ill-fated
❀ Tris, Az, Mal; Mallory [by the court]

⊙ {Age/Gender:}
❀ 17 ❀ Male

⊙ {Date of Birth/Zodiac Sign:}
❀ September 30th ❀ Libra

⊙ {Blood type:}
❀ O

⊙ {Relationship Status/Crush:}
❀ Single ♡ N/A

⊙ {Sexuality/Mental Stability:}
❀ Homo-romantic, Demisexual ❀ Unstable


『 Appearance 』
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{Face Claim:}
♡ IDEK

⊙ {Hair/Eyes:}
❀ His hair is a dull, creamy brown; the tips have bits of gray and white from stress
❀ His eyes are a flat, tired pale blue

⊙ {Height/Weight:}
❀ 5'7 ft ❀ Around 95 lbs

⊙ {Skin Tone/Scarring or Markings:}
❀ Naturally tanned; pale; sickly ❀ Random bruises

⊙ {Clothing Style:}
❀ Large baggy shirts, loose pants



『 About 』

⊙ {Description:}
• SICKLY/WEAK/BLAND/DULL/USELESS/CONCEITED
[this is what all people see and/or assume about him]


QUIET/ALOOF/COMPOSED/EMOTIONLESS/OBEDIENT
[this is what his servants and other nobles are exposed to]


SARCASTIC/BLUNT/DEPRESSED/LONELY/INSECURE
[his sister is the only one that knows this side of him]


PLAYFUL/GENTLE/AFFECTIONATE/COMPASSIONATE/CURIOUS
[no one has gotten close enough to see this secret side of him]


⊙ {Secrets/Things to Know/Triggers:}
☉ He has..."health issues"
☉ Sweets make him nauseous
☉ Don't tell him he's ill. He knows.
☉ Don't touch him unless absolutely necessary

⊙ {Likes/Favorite Things:}
★ Crisp, sweet apples ♡ Sitting in the garden
★ Reading ♡ Starry night skies
★ Writing ♡ Having company
★ People who see more than his illness ♡ Music

⊙ {Dislikes/Fears:}
X Bread crusts [traumatic] ☉ Small, closed spaces
X Cold meat [traumatic] ☉ Any type of restraint
X Shoes ☉ Medications that aren't consumable
X Being shut up in his room ☉ Dying alone

⊙ {Interesting Facts:}
✿ He has an illness that hasn't been discovered yet
✿ He was put in an insane asylum for five years
✿ He's never been hugged before
✿ He has always wanted a cat

⊙ {Habits/Mannerisms:}
☆ Playing with his lips ๑ Looking down when uncomfortable
☆ Playing with his shirtsleeves ๑ Pulling his sleeves over his hands when uncomfortable
☆ Playing with his necklace ๑ Swaying when music is played


『 Background 』

⊙ {Abilities/Weapon(s):}
✧ None
／ He is not allowed any weapons

⊙ {History:}
• Remember what your doctors say, Tristan. One deep breath in. If it hurts, release and try again. If you get light-headed, try and return to a normal breathing pace. If you feel nothing, continue to breathe in, and then hold...

How many is this now? I have lost track of all the journals they have given me. Loralie insists on writing in them so I don't end up in some asylum. Then again, I think she tells me to write in these just to keep me quiet... She is always telling me to be quiet, even though I don't say much to begin with... I...think that there is too much going on in her head and she somehow thinks that telling me to shut up will somehow silence all of her worries... Anyway... Each of these journals I have started out with writing about what has happened to me in the past, briefly as I am not that interesting. Though my doctors say otherwise. So here you are, New Journal. I apologize if my writing is illegible. Then again, you are just pieces of paper sewn together for my usage. There are books identical to you in the bottom drawer of my armoire. You are not special. So I will just tell you what I have told all the others.

I am broken. I know I am. Everyone in Northstar knows of me, of my family. My father was the disgraced Duke with a firstborn son who couldn't even lift a sword in fear of his arm breaking. Of course they know of my family. There are rumors about me spread all over the kingdom, even to the peasant families who couldn't give less of a damn about the nobility... And soon there will be rumors spread about you as well, New Journal. I have heard whispers from the staff that I write and read like an unhealthy amount but...what isn't unhealthy for me? What else do they wish me to do with my free time? Perhaps they just wait for me to finally succumb to my illness like my mother.

My mother, Morana, was like me. My father, Lorne, was not. Mother was also unlike me. She was gentle and cared for me and Loralie above herself. Above all others in fact, much to Father's irritation. I miss her so, New Journal... Then again, they say she passed away late for someone with as faulty a health as she and I have: 27. When she died, she had his small, private funeral. I remember being angry. She deserved so much more than what she received. When Father died, as he died in some far off battle I couldn't care to remember the name of, he got a warrior's funeral. But he was a cold, cruel, weasley man and he did not deserve the funeral he received. Nor did he deserve my mother.

Now Loralie leads the family. She is smart and knows how to lead, but people continuously underestimate her. It is one thing for women to serve in battle, but another entirely for one to be the head of a household. I'm sorry I'm so useless, Lie. She deserves better than me, but I cannot kill myself to release her from the burden that I am. If I did, she would be alone. And no matter how much of a pain she can be, I would never want her to feel alone. I feel it enough already, and I can promise it isn't a pleasant feeling. I would never wish that on my sister. She's terrible, but she's also amazing. I have already promised myself to do all I can for her. There is not much, but I try to help her with her problems. Whenever she deigns to visit my room or spare me much more than a glance at the dinner table. I have learned not to inquire about Loralie. If she ever feels she needs my opinion, she comes to me. I risk a slap by asking her anything.

I don't know what more I am supposed to say. I'm ill. Very ill. The healers and witchdoctors, and the like, have no idea what is wrong with me. All they know is that I am weak. And that I am dying. All I can tell you, New Journal, is that I hope I die out in the garden. My time will come inevitably, and though I only get an hour outside a day, I hope that I am surrounded by flowers when my illness finally takes me over. Perhaps I will feel when my time comes... In the night, I will feel it and somehow make my way outside without assistance. I will sit down in my chair and look up at the stars, and they will be the last thing I see... Does that not sound like a peaceful death? I wonder if Loralie will mourn me. Or...if there will be anyone else to mourn me. Then again, who would want me? I am as undesirable as a legless dog, and just as useless. I cannot do anything... Maybe it would be better if I died sooner... My healer does not want me to say such things, but I cannot help it. They cannot throw me in the asylum again. I almost died there, Loralie wouldn't allow it... Would she...?

I must take my useless, disgusting herbal concoction now. It makes me fall asleep, so this is where I will end my first entry. You have absolutely no choice in the matter, but thank you for listening, as always.

...and breathe out. If you blow out too long and get light-headed, breathe in a slow breath. If you blow out too long and your chest begins hurting, try returning to a normal breathing pace. If your vision goes black, you are asleep. Your body will resume it's breathing pattern. Or perhaps, it will not. Perhaps you will die. Now, again, Tristan. Breathe in...

⊙ {Family Tree:}
— Father: Lorne Mallory deceased
— Mother: Morana Mallory deceased
— Older Sister: Loralie Mallory alive

⊙ {Alliance/Kingdom/Occupation:}
• Neutral • Northstar • None

⊙ {Theme Song(s):}
• Sorrow




I Will Learn to Fight it
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