Post by Ariane Ivers on Apr 27, 2014 22:19:05 GMT -5
Name: Ariane Ivers, Anne works too.
Age: Twenty
Date of Birth: July Thirteenth
Birthplace: New York, NY, USA
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Face Claim: Original Art by Sirquo on DA, commissioned.
Appearance:
Height: 5' 6"
Distinguishing Features: She has multiple piercings--there is a tiny blue stud in her left nostril, blue naval piercing, and silver hoops in her ears (seven in her left ear and four in her right.) There is also a small tattoo on the back of her neck, a tree of life.
When it comes to clothes, she'd much rather be comfortable than fashionable--but that doesn't mean she won't try both! A nice pair of jeans and a cute top is usually what she ends up wearing. Simple, but effective.
Class: Persona-user
Arcana: ⅩⅧ The Moon
Occupation: Anne works as a florist in a small
greenhouse in the Golden Alice District. She's mainly in charge of caring for the plants and seedlings, but occasionally will make arrangements when it's slow to pass the time. While it's not strictly an occupation, she does take classes for Yoga and Wing Chun in her free time.
Weapons and Proficiencies: No actual weapons beyond her moderate knowledge in Wing Chun, which can be dangerous all on it's own, lets be honest. [✦Strike]
She does carry a can of mace with her too, but it really doesn't get used, and acts more as a safety net than anything. [N/A]
Personality: Having grown up in the city, Anne had always had an open mind about things. After all, you see all sorts of life in such a populated area and learn pretty quickly not everyone thinks the same as you do. Because of this, she's pretty accepting of how other people decide to live--after all, she has her own secrets and quirks that she wouldn't want to be judged for. Why would she feel she has the right to judge others? Still, there are things even she'll put her foot down for. People acting like they know any more than she does is one of them. Even if they do actually know more, it's not as though she appreciates having it rubbed in her face. Another is people who take the opposite route as she does, keeping a closed mind of the world. If someone acts like she's less of a person because of her personal beliefs or feelings, well they can just let the door hit their ass on the way out then.
Since she had grown up with most of her life spent in a private school, she's more than a little tired of spending a lot of time in large groups of people. When it comes right down to it, she'd much rather spend her free time with just a few people she's close, or even just alone, then be forced to be social with people she doesn't really know. That doesn't mean she can't hold her own in a large group, but she will become noticeably uncomfortable until she can sneak her way out of the situation. Hating large groups does mean that once she decides she likes a person and wants to be their friend, she can be a tad bit clingy. It's both flattering and annoying--it takes a bit of studying for her to really warm up to someone but if she decides you're worthy of her admiration then good luck getting rid of her.
As hard as she can be to get rid of and judgmental she can be if you're overly closed minded, Anne can be quite the stubborn butt. If she gets her mind set on a thing or idea, then it can take a large tank to get her to budge on the matter. Even if someone points out all the ways she's wrong, she can find that 'well what if' matter that just keeps her trudging along.
Likes:
☀ Time wasting hobbies like knitting and reading.
☀ Crawling up onto the roof of her little home at night.
☀ Animals, although she is more of a cat person when it comes to owning them. She has two, herself--an almost all black cat named Minnaloushe and a sandy colored brat named Nozdormu.
☀ Food; with how active she is she needs a lot to replenish her energy. She has a soft spot for anything spicy, though--Thai is some of her favorite.
☀ Plants, whether it's herbs, flowers, veggies--anything. She even has her own garden in her aunt's backyard.
☀ Art. Her personal specialties lie with flower arranging and drawing scenery, but she can pass hours just looking at other people's works.
Dislikes:
☁ Fire. Sometimes even sitting around a controlled fire roasting marshmallows just brings back the imagery of her own home...
☁ Having to be 'social' in large groups. She's much more fond of small, happy little get togethers if she has to be social.
☁ "Everybody Wing Chun tonight" jokes. She will punch you in the throat. The band
is Wang Chung, you morons.
☁ 'Know it alls' who refuse to be told otherwise. It's true she can be occasionally guilty of that, but she at least notices she does it and tries not to.
☁ Distractions. Sometimes she has a hard time focusing on things she needs to, and anything that makes it harder just manages to annoy her more.
☁ Writing. Sure, she can spend hours writing other peoples creations, getting lost in their worlds. Please don't ever ask her to write you anything more eloquent than a shopping list if you expect a happy redhead.
History: Some say the Big Apple is no place for a child to grow up. However, as Clyde and Isabelle Ivers both held important positions within their companies, when Isabelle found out she was pregnant, they both agreed moving was out of the question. Instead they compromised, investing in a larger apartment in a safer building to raise Ariane in when she was born. However, their reasoning against moving ended up being a hindrance to any sort of normal family life. Isabelle's maternity leave ended quickly, and as much as she tried to be in Anne's life as she grew up it grew increasingly difficult. She would try to juggle work and raising a baby, then a toddler, until her gray hair outnumbered her beautiful strawberry blonde and she had to turn it all into a dull bottled yellow. It was more than her husband attempted, she knew, but her daughter was her world, and she wouldn't ever chance Anne thinking anything otherwise.
Still, the time came when Ariane was ready to go to school. Isabelle thought it would be easy to let her baby go, after all in New York private school was hands down the only option and would free her time up so much more to focus back on her company, which was slipping with her 'distraction'. It ended up being much more difficult than she anticipated, and she found herself with a heavy heart as she waited for every holiday and break she could for her baby to come back home, even briefly.
Ariane, on the other hand, thought of this as an adventure. Something outside of the stuffy apartment she had called home for the first years of her life.
It didn't take her long to realize the grass isn't always greener on the other side. Even as a little girl, the sheer amount of people she was pushed to spend time with, have play dates with, have birthday parties with was exhausting. As she grew up, it annoyed her more and more until she would fake illness or make excuses just to stay home from large events. Her mother caught on to her game early, but rather than be annoyed thought it was actually almost a reflection of herself. Isabelle was forced to do such things for her company--why should she force her daughter to do the same?
As the years grew by, Anne grew more and more self reliant. Private school passed on, and as much as she loved her mother with every scrap of her heart, she drew out of her life in waves of work. Her father was rarely anywhere to be found, but it didn't bother Anne as much as it probably should have. Even sporadically, she had her mother and a small cat that kept her company while her mother was busy. What else did she need?
She was sixteen when
the fire happened. Her mother had a little free time off of work and they had stayed up late playing an intense game of Monopoly, which of course Isabelle had won. Anne and Minnaloushe the cat were fast asleep in her bedroom when the smoke detector went off, waking her with a start. She managed to scoop her ball of fur up in her blanket and hurried out into the hallway, looking for her mom. Isabelle hurried into the hall having been awoken herself, pushing Anne towards the fire escape. "Take Minni and get out. I have to go back for something but I'll be right after you baby, I promise. I love you." After helping her daughter through the window, Isabelle hurried back into the quickly becoming smoke filled apartment.
Anne stood on the fire escape for a moment, not wanting to leave her mother alone in the apartment, especially having it drilled into her head at school that you should never go back into the fire for anything--whatever it is is never worth your life. Minnaloushe was panicked by this point though, and she was sure her mother would get out safe. Nothing could happen to her, after all. She was the strongest person she knew. After managing to struggle down the ladder with her wriggling cat in one arm, she stood on the sidewalk watching the fire as the firetruck's sirens blared in the distance and she waited for her mom. And waited.
And waited.
Despite spending more time at work than home, Clyde was besides himself at the loss of his wife and took every last day of personal time he had never used (which was all of it) and used it at once, putting his second in command in charge for the time being. The funeral was elaborate, but Anne barely noticed any of it. She was still in disbelief, denial of the fact her mother could be gone over something so sudden. She barely noticed when her father made some half-assed excuse that he couldn't take care of her on his own. Hardly noticed when he sent her to live with his sister and her husband in China to finish her schooling. Just like he hardly noticed when she refused to move back to the Big City.
Her father wasn't a big loss in her eyes, honestly. Sure, she would still contact him occasionally through skype or
what have you, but it had become less of a father-daughter relationship and more of what her father was good at--a business relationship. His sister was his polar opposite, unable to have children and glad to have her niece in her life, giving her exactly the amount of space she needed to mourn. As time passed she moved on. The loss always remained heavy in her heart, and the amount of unanswered questions still sat in her mind, but she improved.
Her aunt, Abigail, was very supportive through it all. Thinking it would help, she cleared out a small plot of land in her backyard for Anne to turn into a garden. It was a failure at first, nothing living more than a few days. Abigail grew worried, thinking being faced with the death of her garden would be to much for her given the circumstances. Rather than depress her more, she took it as a challenge, figuring out what she was doing wrong and making adjustments, caring for it like it was her child until finally she succeeded. Sure, the first batch of plants only lasted that season, but then the next season came and that batch flourished. She finally figured out something that gave her the perfect distraction, something she was good at and made her feel like she was creating.
As she grew older and finished school, it came time to find a home to live on her own. She didn't want to outlast her stay with her Aunt, yet she definitely wanted to go nowhere near New York. Eventually, her Aunt, Uncle, and she made a compromise. If she would pay for it, then they would let her refurbish the Loft behind their home and rent it out. She could stay close to them, close to her garden, and stay in China, far away from New York and everything that went along with it. Thrilled with this idea, she got to it right away, taking a modest amount from the money received when her mother passed to 'create' her home.
A couple more years passed, and Anne was cozy in her new loft apartment and happy with a job at a greenhouse in the city. While she may have had things happen in her life that would make her sad, in this moment she was happy. Even when the military started acting peculiar, she didn't think much of it at first. They were there to protect them after all, weren't they? When there's a severe radiation leak on the outskirts of town, it would only make sense to keep everyone they could away from it for their own safety. The last thing the world needed was another Bruce Banner.
That gut feeling she always relied on told her otherwise, though. Something wasn't right. They were setting up camp more than they should, weren't they? No one in their right mind would get that close to radiation without. Then the headaches started coming. It felt like her head was trying to be ripped apart, and nothing would help. No amount of ibuprofen, distractions, or gardening dulled the pain. It wasn't until she was walking on a cool night hoping the fresh air would help that she noticed something peculiar. The closer to the edge of the city she got, the more her headache lessened.
Curious, she approached closer to the edge of the circle citizens were allowed, headache slowly lessening into a dull throb. Was it the radiation? Was just a closer proximity helping, almost in a chemo-sort of way? Pulling the sleeves of her hoodie up over her hands she looked around, looking for any sign of the military before lifting her hood up over her strawberry-blonde hair. It was strange how around such a deadly area seemed unguarded at the moment, but there must have been a reason. She trusted her intuition more than anything. If she listened that day and demanded her mother go with her...
Crossing out of the circle simultaneously sent a searing pain through her head and caused something to attack her. At first she thought it was a wild dog. What else could it have been? Then when her vision cleared she noticed the feathers. A... predatory bird, of some sort? Since when did birds attack humans? She had never read anything of the sort. It made no sense. Yet, it charged with it's beak again, some sort of thing clutched in her claws. She just barely managed to dodge out of the way this time, adrenaline rushing through her headache. We could run. Her head throbbed. She almost thought she heard someone speaking, but who could possibly be out here with her, let alone the fact they would be watching her get attacked. Run, just like we always would. The voice was almost mocking, yet managed to sound sympathetic at the same time. Running seemed so tempting. That bird had wings, though. Even with her strong legs she couldn't outrun wings for long.
Hesitating for the briefest of moments as the bird stayed put, it's eyes suddenly glowing. Now she knew there was no bird that did that. Her heart leapt into her throat. As she was trying to figure out what it was doing she noticed the thing in it's claws glowed as well, red, hot. Her feet backpedaled like no other, breath catching fast in her chest. It was irrational but fear filled her eyes until her feet stumbled backwards, that voice returning again. No? Not this time? Then so be it. We shall fight. For a brief moment her skull felt like it almost exploded, then the headache stopped altogether. A woman hovered above her, a cloak over her shoulders, boots tied up her legs that seemed to be made of pure bronze, and a huge skull mask hiding all but her piercing red eyes. Her arms raised from under her cloak, a strange long knife held tightly in her hand as she rushed the bird.
The fight was over before she knew it, and she felt exhausted both mentally and physically, as though she could curl up and fall fast asleep where she was. Nothing but fear and the remnants of adrenaline kept her going, her terrified green eyes looking up at the woman before she disappeared, leaving an echo of a voice in the back of her mind.
Anne barely managed to fumble her way home, crawling into her bed and curling up still clothed. She didn't even notice her bleeding cheek from the creature as she fell asleep with her thoughts. Was that what was out there? Is that what the military was trying to hide?
Is it even really the military? No one really even spoke about it.
And just what was that woman? She didn't seem human.
Something was wrong, and despite her fear, Anne wanted answers. No. She needed them.
OOC Name: Neve!
Persona: Ελαφος Κερυνιτις ▬ The Cerynitian Hind (art © me)
Appearance:
Persona Lore: The Elaphoi Khrysokeroi were golden-horned deer sacred to the goddess Artemis, four of which drew the chariot of the goddess. The fifth, which some say was a gift from the Nymph Taygete, was allowed to roam free.
Herakles was sent to fetch it as one of his twelve labours. After chasing the swift animal for a full year he finally captured it on Mount Artemision in Arkadia. When the goddess Artemis complained at the treatment of her animal, whose horn the hero had broken off in the struggle, he persuaded her to let him borrow it for the completion of his Labour.
Skills:
❉Bufu
➸Skewer
︾Soul Break
Strengths and Weaknesses:
︽ Bufu
︽ Pierce
▬
︾ Agi
︾ Mudo
Age: Twenty
Date of Birth: July Thirteenth
Birthplace: New York, NY, USA
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Face Claim: Original Art by Sirquo on DA, commissioned.
Appearance:
Height: 5' 6"
Distinguishing Features: She has multiple piercings--there is a tiny blue stud in her left nostril, blue naval piercing, and silver hoops in her ears (seven in her left ear and four in her right.) There is also a small tattoo on the back of her neck, a tree of life.
When it comes to clothes, she'd much rather be comfortable than fashionable--but that doesn't mean she won't try both! A nice pair of jeans and a cute top is usually what she ends up wearing. Simple, but effective.
Class: Persona-user
Arcana: ⅩⅧ The Moon
Occupation: Anne works as a florist in a small
greenhouse in the Golden Alice District. She's mainly in charge of caring for the plants and seedlings, but occasionally will make arrangements when it's slow to pass the time. While it's not strictly an occupation, she does take classes for Yoga and Wing Chun in her free time.
Weapons and Proficiencies: No actual weapons beyond her moderate knowledge in Wing Chun, which can be dangerous all on it's own, lets be honest. [✦Strike]
She does carry a can of mace with her too, but it really doesn't get used, and acts more as a safety net than anything. [N/A]
Personality: Having grown up in the city, Anne had always had an open mind about things. After all, you see all sorts of life in such a populated area and learn pretty quickly not everyone thinks the same as you do. Because of this, she's pretty accepting of how other people decide to live--after all, she has her own secrets and quirks that she wouldn't want to be judged for. Why would she feel she has the right to judge others? Still, there are things even she'll put her foot down for. People acting like they know any more than she does is one of them. Even if they do actually know more, it's not as though she appreciates having it rubbed in her face. Another is people who take the opposite route as she does, keeping a closed mind of the world. If someone acts like she's less of a person because of her personal beliefs or feelings, well they can just let the door hit their ass on the way out then.
Since she had grown up with most of her life spent in a private school, she's more than a little tired of spending a lot of time in large groups of people. When it comes right down to it, she'd much rather spend her free time with just a few people she's close, or even just alone, then be forced to be social with people she doesn't really know. That doesn't mean she can't hold her own in a large group, but she will become noticeably uncomfortable until she can sneak her way out of the situation. Hating large groups does mean that once she decides she likes a person and wants to be their friend, she can be a tad bit clingy. It's both flattering and annoying--it takes a bit of studying for her to really warm up to someone but if she decides you're worthy of her admiration then good luck getting rid of her.
As hard as she can be to get rid of and judgmental she can be if you're overly closed minded, Anne can be quite the stubborn butt. If she gets her mind set on a thing or idea, then it can take a large tank to get her to budge on the matter. Even if someone points out all the ways she's wrong, she can find that 'well what if' matter that just keeps her trudging along.
Likes:
☀ Time wasting hobbies like knitting and reading.
☀ Crawling up onto the roof of her little home at night.
☀ Animals, although she is more of a cat person when it comes to owning them. She has two, herself--an almost all black cat named Minnaloushe and a sandy colored brat named Nozdormu.
☀ Food; with how active she is she needs a lot to replenish her energy. She has a soft spot for anything spicy, though--Thai is some of her favorite.
☀ Plants, whether it's herbs, flowers, veggies--anything. She even has her own garden in her aunt's backyard.
☀ Art. Her personal specialties lie with flower arranging and drawing scenery, but she can pass hours just looking at other people's works.
Dislikes:
☁ Fire. Sometimes even sitting around a controlled fire roasting marshmallows just brings back the imagery of her own home...
☁ Having to be 'social' in large groups. She's much more fond of small, happy little get togethers if she has to be social.
☁ "Everybody Wing Chun tonight" jokes. She will punch you in the throat. The band
is Wang Chung, you morons.
☁ 'Know it alls' who refuse to be told otherwise. It's true she can be occasionally guilty of that, but she at least notices she does it and tries not to.
☁ Distractions. Sometimes she has a hard time focusing on things she needs to, and anything that makes it harder just manages to annoy her more.
☁ Writing. Sure, she can spend hours writing other peoples creations, getting lost in their worlds. Please don't ever ask her to write you anything more eloquent than a shopping list if you expect a happy redhead.
History: Some say the Big Apple is no place for a child to grow up. However, as Clyde and Isabelle Ivers both held important positions within their companies, when Isabelle found out she was pregnant, they both agreed moving was out of the question. Instead they compromised, investing in a larger apartment in a safer building to raise Ariane in when she was born. However, their reasoning against moving ended up being a hindrance to any sort of normal family life. Isabelle's maternity leave ended quickly, and as much as she tried to be in Anne's life as she grew up it grew increasingly difficult. She would try to juggle work and raising a baby, then a toddler, until her gray hair outnumbered her beautiful strawberry blonde and she had to turn it all into a dull bottled yellow. It was more than her husband attempted, she knew, but her daughter was her world, and she wouldn't ever chance Anne thinking anything otherwise.
Still, the time came when Ariane was ready to go to school. Isabelle thought it would be easy to let her baby go, after all in New York private school was hands down the only option and would free her time up so much more to focus back on her company, which was slipping with her 'distraction'. It ended up being much more difficult than she anticipated, and she found herself with a heavy heart as she waited for every holiday and break she could for her baby to come back home, even briefly.
Ariane, on the other hand, thought of this as an adventure. Something outside of the stuffy apartment she had called home for the first years of her life.
It didn't take her long to realize the grass isn't always greener on the other side. Even as a little girl, the sheer amount of people she was pushed to spend time with, have play dates with, have birthday parties with was exhausting. As she grew up, it annoyed her more and more until she would fake illness or make excuses just to stay home from large events. Her mother caught on to her game early, but rather than be annoyed thought it was actually almost a reflection of herself. Isabelle was forced to do such things for her company--why should she force her daughter to do the same?
As the years grew by, Anne grew more and more self reliant. Private school passed on, and as much as she loved her mother with every scrap of her heart, she drew out of her life in waves of work. Her father was rarely anywhere to be found, but it didn't bother Anne as much as it probably should have. Even sporadically, she had her mother and a small cat that kept her company while her mother was busy. What else did she need?
She was sixteen when
the fire happened. Her mother had a little free time off of work and they had stayed up late playing an intense game of Monopoly, which of course Isabelle had won. Anne and Minnaloushe the cat were fast asleep in her bedroom when the smoke detector went off, waking her with a start. She managed to scoop her ball of fur up in her blanket and hurried out into the hallway, looking for her mom. Isabelle hurried into the hall having been awoken herself, pushing Anne towards the fire escape. "Take Minni and get out. I have to go back for something but I'll be right after you baby, I promise. I love you." After helping her daughter through the window, Isabelle hurried back into the quickly becoming smoke filled apartment.
Anne stood on the fire escape for a moment, not wanting to leave her mother alone in the apartment, especially having it drilled into her head at school that you should never go back into the fire for anything--whatever it is is never worth your life. Minnaloushe was panicked by this point though, and she was sure her mother would get out safe. Nothing could happen to her, after all. She was the strongest person she knew. After managing to struggle down the ladder with her wriggling cat in one arm, she stood on the sidewalk watching the fire as the firetruck's sirens blared in the distance and she waited for her mom. And waited.
And waited.
Despite spending more time at work than home, Clyde was besides himself at the loss of his wife and took every last day of personal time he had never used (which was all of it) and used it at once, putting his second in command in charge for the time being. The funeral was elaborate, but Anne barely noticed any of it. She was still in disbelief, denial of the fact her mother could be gone over something so sudden. She barely noticed when her father made some half-assed excuse that he couldn't take care of her on his own. Hardly noticed when he sent her to live with his sister and her husband in China to finish her schooling. Just like he hardly noticed when she refused to move back to the Big City.
Her father wasn't a big loss in her eyes, honestly. Sure, she would still contact him occasionally through skype or
what have you, but it had become less of a father-daughter relationship and more of what her father was good at--a business relationship. His sister was his polar opposite, unable to have children and glad to have her niece in her life, giving her exactly the amount of space she needed to mourn. As time passed she moved on. The loss always remained heavy in her heart, and the amount of unanswered questions still sat in her mind, but she improved.
Her aunt, Abigail, was very supportive through it all. Thinking it would help, she cleared out a small plot of land in her backyard for Anne to turn into a garden. It was a failure at first, nothing living more than a few days. Abigail grew worried, thinking being faced with the death of her garden would be to much for her given the circumstances. Rather than depress her more, she took it as a challenge, figuring out what she was doing wrong and making adjustments, caring for it like it was her child until finally she succeeded. Sure, the first batch of plants only lasted that season, but then the next season came and that batch flourished. She finally figured out something that gave her the perfect distraction, something she was good at and made her feel like she was creating.
As she grew older and finished school, it came time to find a home to live on her own. She didn't want to outlast her stay with her Aunt, yet she definitely wanted to go nowhere near New York. Eventually, her Aunt, Uncle, and she made a compromise. If she would pay for it, then they would let her refurbish the Loft behind their home and rent it out. She could stay close to them, close to her garden, and stay in China, far away from New York and everything that went along with it. Thrilled with this idea, she got to it right away, taking a modest amount from the money received when her mother passed to 'create' her home.
A couple more years passed, and Anne was cozy in her new loft apartment and happy with a job at a greenhouse in the city. While she may have had things happen in her life that would make her sad, in this moment she was happy. Even when the military started acting peculiar, she didn't think much of it at first. They were there to protect them after all, weren't they? When there's a severe radiation leak on the outskirts of town, it would only make sense to keep everyone they could away from it for their own safety. The last thing the world needed was another Bruce Banner.
That gut feeling she always relied on told her otherwise, though. Something wasn't right. They were setting up camp more than they should, weren't they? No one in their right mind would get that close to radiation without. Then the headaches started coming. It felt like her head was trying to be ripped apart, and nothing would help. No amount of ibuprofen, distractions, or gardening dulled the pain. It wasn't until she was walking on a cool night hoping the fresh air would help that she noticed something peculiar. The closer to the edge of the city she got, the more her headache lessened.
Curious, she approached closer to the edge of the circle citizens were allowed, headache slowly lessening into a dull throb. Was it the radiation? Was just a closer proximity helping, almost in a chemo-sort of way? Pulling the sleeves of her hoodie up over her hands she looked around, looking for any sign of the military before lifting her hood up over her strawberry-blonde hair. It was strange how around such a deadly area seemed unguarded at the moment, but there must have been a reason. She trusted her intuition more than anything. If she listened that day and demanded her mother go with her...
Crossing out of the circle simultaneously sent a searing pain through her head and caused something to attack her. At first she thought it was a wild dog. What else could it have been? Then when her vision cleared she noticed the feathers. A... predatory bird, of some sort? Since when did birds attack humans? She had never read anything of the sort. It made no sense. Yet, it charged with it's beak again, some sort of thing clutched in her claws. She just barely managed to dodge out of the way this time, adrenaline rushing through her headache. We could run. Her head throbbed. She almost thought she heard someone speaking, but who could possibly be out here with her, let alone the fact they would be watching her get attacked. Run, just like we always would. The voice was almost mocking, yet managed to sound sympathetic at the same time. Running seemed so tempting. That bird had wings, though. Even with her strong legs she couldn't outrun wings for long.
Hesitating for the briefest of moments as the bird stayed put, it's eyes suddenly glowing. Now she knew there was no bird that did that. Her heart leapt into her throat. As she was trying to figure out what it was doing she noticed the thing in it's claws glowed as well, red, hot. Her feet backpedaled like no other, breath catching fast in her chest. It was irrational but fear filled her eyes until her feet stumbled backwards, that voice returning again. No? Not this time? Then so be it. We shall fight. For a brief moment her skull felt like it almost exploded, then the headache stopped altogether. A woman hovered above her, a cloak over her shoulders, boots tied up her legs that seemed to be made of pure bronze, and a huge skull mask hiding all but her piercing red eyes. Her arms raised from under her cloak, a strange long knife held tightly in her hand as she rushed the bird.
The fight was over before she knew it, and she felt exhausted both mentally and physically, as though she could curl up and fall fast asleep where she was. Nothing but fear and the remnants of adrenaline kept her going, her terrified green eyes looking up at the woman before she disappeared, leaving an echo of a voice in the back of her mind.
Anne barely managed to fumble her way home, crawling into her bed and curling up still clothed. She didn't even notice her bleeding cheek from the creature as she fell asleep with her thoughts. Was that what was out there? Is that what the military was trying to hide?
Is it even really the military? No one really even spoke about it.
And just what was that woman? She didn't seem human.
Something was wrong, and despite her fear, Anne wanted answers. No. She needed them.
OOC Name: Neve!
Persona: Ελαφος Κερυνιτις ▬ The Cerynitian Hind (art © me)
Appearance:
Persona Lore: The Elaphoi Khrysokeroi were golden-horned deer sacred to the goddess Artemis, four of which drew the chariot of the goddess. The fifth, which some say was a gift from the Nymph Taygete, was allowed to roam free.
Herakles was sent to fetch it as one of his twelve labours. After chasing the swift animal for a full year he finally captured it on Mount Artemision in Arkadia. When the goddess Artemis complained at the treatment of her animal, whose horn the hero had broken off in the struggle, he persuaded her to let him borrow it for the completion of his Labour.
Skills:
❉Bufu
➸Skewer
︾Soul Break
Strengths and Weaknesses:
︽ Bufu
︽ Pierce
▬
︾ Agi
︾ Mudo
