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message 1: by sol, ~Marshmallow~ (new)

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message 2: by Stephanie (last edited Feb 16, 2014 08:34PM) (new)

Stephanie

~ Full Name ~ Naira Aoibhín Theríon
~ Meaning ~
Naira - Means "Big Eyes" to Native Americans (Quechua and Aymara)

Aoibhín (variant of AOIBHEANN) - (pronounced EE-van) Means "beautiful sheen" in Irish Gaelic. Born by Irish Royalty.

Theríon (Greek theríon, θηρίον) meaning "wild animal" or "beast" (impliedly mammalian), and anthrōpos, άνθρωπος, meaning "human being."

A name and title that has been passed down since the beginnings of the Kaydian Kingdom. It is a word that was ancient to those of the old world from a culture long ago lost to the millenia. But to the people of AFTERWORLD it is synonymous with the kind of transformative abilities that those in the Kaydian Kingdom possess. Every ruler since the first test of strength has been named 'The Theríon.' It is a title of both respect and power worn by those who are the best of the best in this small secretive animistic realm.

~ Age ~ 42
~ Birthday ~ January 19th
~ Zodiac ~ Capricorn - Earth Cardnial

~ Gender ~ Female
~ Sexual Orientation ~ Pan-sexual
~ Relationship Status ~ Mother first, Husband dissappeared presumed dead, Widow status is in question, but she preferes everyone to treat her as married, as if any day her husband will return and not to worry he has been gone more than fifteen years.

~ Social Status ~ Queen of Kaydian the Shapeshifters



~ Power ~ Has all the powers inherent to shapeshifters/mimics. She can shift into any animal, and shift or extend any part of her body at any given time.

Favorite animals to shift into
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~ Strengths ~ Confident, Authoritative, Beautiful, Motherly, Cares deeply for her children and people.

~ Weaknesses ~ Blind, Paranoid, and Reclusive.


~ Appearance ~ Naira is tall, 5'10" and curvy, 160lbs, a healthy weight for a mother of three, with long flowing curly auburn hair. Her brow and chin give her a wide square face with a very defined jawline and a perfect but smoothed flat nose. She wears no bras, but her 36D frame stays aloft on its own, part from genetics another from being in peak physical condition. It embarrass her children but none would question her, she can't see it so she doesn't care, also those type of things get in the way of shifting. She has naturally light brown skin as is prominent in the shifter kingdom, with no blemishes, she is in the height of her beauty even though she will never see it.

Her most notable feature is that she is blind, born without iris or pupils, her eyes appearing solid white. She has been so since birth and is so in every form, but she is still one of the most fearsome shifters you will ever meet. She uses body manipulation most of the time to enhance every other sense and it is rumored she has the ability to see into the future and that is why she was born blind although it is probably just another genetic mutation resulting from the catastrophe. Her bearing is upright and firm, she does not back down from anyone, chin held high she rules absolute. She has a very royal grace mixed with a feral lightning reflexes.

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~ Dressing Style ~ For Court life Naira dresses like a queen in all the silk and intricate embroidery with rich colors reds, blues, purples, golds that she can find, and in every crazy print which she loves. She has dress makers dedicated to setting trends and raising the bar. She changes her Court fashions regularly to something new just to keep the court on its toes. Although she cares very little for this herself, she shrewdly knows that image is power as much as strength, when you are a seated ruler in times of peace this is particularly important.
Court Fashion - (view spoiler)

Her everyday life she sports beautiful and loose-fit and flowing Chiffon and silk dresses with still more crazy print, tribal, animal, and geometrical. While not as formal as her court wear they are still the most expensive and soft fitting fabric to be had, post apocalypse. These also serve the duel purpose of shirking off quickly for transformations. She will often leave one behind when she shifts to her hawk to take flight. There is always someone behind to get it. It is great to be Queen.
Casual Dress - (view spoiler)
Jewelery - (view spoiler)

In the shifting world there is very little use for shoes, so she is barefoot most of the time. Often she adorns her feet and ankles with beading and jewels.
Examples - (view spoiler)


message 3: by Stephanie (last edited Feb 16, 2014 08:34PM) (new)

Stephanie ~ Personality ~ There is a duel nature to Naira's personality. On one hand you have the strong, confident, outspoken ruler of the shifter kingdom, and on the other is the paranoid recluse, always looking for the dangers in outside influences. At her heart though she loves deeply, and cares for everyone, most of all her family which she does not get enough time for. She would want nothing more than to have hand raised each one as any mother would, but duty always came first. In the end she would rather they be alive than happy and has done her best.

She is most definitely a product of the current world climate. What is different can be bad for her and her people and so she does her best to keep her kingdom out of harms way and the ever watchful eyes of the other kingdoms. Just look what happened to start this war between the Elemental and Mental nations. She fears that her people cannot compete directly with the other nations. She knows shifters are best suited for solo combat and espionage, there is no way that direct conflict would benefit her people at this time. There are times that this fear can be too much for such a self-assured woman. She holds so much responsibility on her shoulders that any chink in her exterior appearance of confidence could mean the difference between life and death for her people, her family, and even herself. Shifters do not accept weakness.

In many ways it all is a mask. Although she is strong, one of the strongest in the use of shifter powers, and confident. There is a natural limit to that confidence and strength. The rest is as much for show as anything. Being Queen comes with many responsibilities and she handles it all so well she has created several sides to herself to show certain groups of people. To the other kingdoms, she keeps reclusive, the less they know about her and her people the better off she and they are are. To her court she is the strong leader they need to stay safe and carry on normal lives, she lets no weakness show to them and will exploit theirs at any opportunity.

However, To her children and closest confidants she is a kind gentle mother figure who worries and cares too much. Her children see all these sides and she fears they do not reconcile them well. She tries to make them understand as they get older that some things are necessary and some things are better left in your childhood. Royalty does not mean freedom to do whatever you want and that there are real threats out there. Is it paranoia if the threats are real?


~ History ~ Only child of the previous Theríons Naira she had a royal court upbringing and is acutely aware of its dangers as her father was assassinated by a still unknown agent of a faction within the shifter kingdom. Her mother sent Naira away at the age of nine to live separate and securely outside the dangers of the court. Her mother ruled the kingdom with an iron fist afterwards, and was a stalwart steward of the seclusion the people desired from the other kingdoms, routing out much of the divisions among the population in order to maintain a peace required for so many shape changers to exist on such limited resources. Returning to her mothers side after seven years of seclusion, Naira was soon sent away again. At age sixteen, her coming of age, her mother announced that instead of courting possible mates her daughter would be sent on a seeking. This is a period of life for noble male heirs in which they leave the kingdom to explore the world and return to live among the people before presenting themselves to their families. Her childhood was done.

While the the seeking weighs heavily on how Naira runs her kingdom now. No one then could have known what experiences she was to have. Blind, young and alone, most assumed she would be sent to her death. Most of the land outside of the fertile crescent of the once mighty river is desolate and unyeilding. However, for a shapeshifter as powerful as Naira and with the shaping and training given to her in her years of solitude her mother turned her out into the world a fine tuned machine with a mission.

She still remembers her mothers last words to her both a purpose and a warning. "Go now. Learn as much about the other kingdoms as possible, walk quietly as any animal as near as nature will allow. Interact not at all. Speak to no one, cause no trouble. Be one with the world. Test not the limits of disastrous calamity that occurs with the mixing, but know thy enemy, and thy friend. Live only in the background. Remember my daughter 'All knowledge is worth having.'" When four years later Naira returned, world hardened and twenty years of age, she started to spend time among her people learning the ways of the everyday shifter. It was at this time that news spread that her mother was fatelly ill. She quickly returned to her side, providing her mother the comfort in death knowing her daughter had survived and come back stronger and ready to rule in her place.

With the title of Theríon came the need to mate and rear children in her stead. There is no peace in a kingdom with no heirs, and her most recent absence had caused great unrest in the court. Enemies within arose, jealous that she had survived and upsurped what could have been theirs. Few choices were Naira's alone in these days but she was firm in choosing her own mate. Once she found a man she felt worthy enough she married quickly and secured a line of children starting with a small boy and followed quickly by two girls. So close in age Naira raised them together keeping them close in their early years, but one day her husband and dreams of a happy family and peace dissappeared. There was no trace of his wearabouts and her children quickly suffered. With her attention now split between her court, her people, and her children she had to make choices and one night she found her youngest child, only five years old, slow to wake. Naira smelled a poison on a toy she enjoyed chewing on as a fox pup. She survived but terrified for her childrens lives Naira isolated the girls with trusted friends outside the court and kept her son near her always. She gave the best of everything to all three, food, shelters, teachers, but she did not get to see her daughters as often as she would have liked. The years passed by in this way and before she knew it her son was 18 and she had missed most of her childrens lives.


~ Family ~
Husband Missing
Three children
First Born: Prince Quintyn Jediah Theríon
Second Child: Zéphyrine Claire Theríon
Third Child: Princess ___________





message 4: by Emma, ~Nutella~ (new)

Emma | 353 comments Ok, Paige, could you move this to the Charrie workshop thread and only post it here when she's done?


message 5: by [deleted user] (new)

Full Name: Calypso Amadeus Winterwood

Age: 15 years
Birthday: 12/21
Zodiac: Sagittarius

Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationships: Single

Social Status: Commoner

Power: Mimicry

Appearance: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WzbfXkprQI0...
Calypso has long, straight silver hair and bright green eyes. She is tall for her age (6 feet, to be exact) and is very slender. She is also very fit and athletic and can run long distances without much difficulty (there is still difficulty). Her skin is pale (which she inherited from her mother). She has a large scar on her stomach (caused by her father). She looks, and is, fragile and willowy. But that is her true form; she likes to mimic her older sister's form: http://imgs.steps.dragoart.com/how-to...
In her sister's form, she has long, wavy brown hair that curls at the end and dark brown eyes. She's 5 feet and 8 inches tall and has peach-colored skin with no flaws. She is still slender, but not as athletic and fit, and she doesn't look as fragile and willowy. No matter what form she takes, though, she always has that same scar on her stomach.

Dressing Style: http://productshots1.modcloth.net/pro...
Calypso usually wears short dresses like the one in the picture, no matter what form she mimics. These short dresses usually have depictions of flowers or butterflies or something related to nature and life and beauty.

Personality: Calypso can be very trusting of others. She usually listens to her instincts, which hardly ever leads her astray. She can close up to people as well and not trust them at all. Her time of being alone has made her more responsible and trustworthy. She is hardworking and will help anyone, as she cannot help being kind to others.

Strengths:
- Trustworthiness
- Responsibility
- Hardworking

Weaknesses:
- Too kind
- Trusts too many people
- Closes up to too many people too easily

History: Calypso was born on the Winter Solstice while her mother was still very ill. Unfortunately, her mother died that night from bleeding uncontrollably. Calypso's father sent Calypso to her aunt to live with for a while, so her father could get over the shock of losing his wife. Calypso loved and trained with her aunt on a farm until she turned five years old. When she turned five, she was sent back to her father and sister.

Her father and sister welcomed her with open arms. Calypso was very happy and their years together were wonderful, until tragedy struck. Her older sister died from internal bleeding after falling down a flight of stairs when Calypso was ten. Calypso's father became depressed and locked himself up in his room for three years. Calypso kept the house from falling apart for those three years.

Then, her father committed suicide. Calypso was left alone for a year before her aunt could come. She worked two jobs and worked until she could hardly move, but it helped to keep her alive for that year. Calypso had some help from her uncle, but he couldn't come because he was on a business trip. So she lived by herself and kept away from anyone from an orphanage to send her there.

Then, her aunt came along to help out with the rent and the house and everything else after that dreadful year. She adopted her niece and helped Calypso to adapt to not having a father and sister to help her out when she most needed it. Her uncle finally came on Calypso's fifteenth birthday. She has been living with them on the family farm ever since.

Family:

Mother - Kaitlyn Winterwood (deceased)

Father - Amadeus Winterwood (deceased)

Older Sister: Emilie Amadeus Winterwood (deceased)

Aunt - Juliana Winterwood

Uncle - Daniel Winterwood

Other: N/A


message 6: by Me, Myself, and I, "Don't be afraid, you're not on your own." <3 (new)

Me, Myself, and I | 285 comments Evangeline Calista Winters- Approved ! (view spoiler)


 ▌ ▌ ▌Gᴡᴇɴ Sᴛᴀᴄʏ ▌ ▌ ▌ (gwenmaxinestacy) Naira Aoibhín Theríon is approved ;D
Everything seems fine by me


message 8: by Me, Myself, and I, "Don't be afraid, you're not on your own." <3 (new)

Me, Myself, and I | 285 comments Calypso Amadeus Winterwood- So she looks good, there's just one thing that needs to be edited before she's officially approved:
Her personality needs at least two more paragraphs. Maybe try to expand on what you already have? Or you could maybe talk about the way she treats people she's not fond of? All just ideas but I do need just a teeny tiny bit more. We need more detail so we can fully understand your character better, is all ^^


message 9: by Emma, ~Nutella~ (new)

Emma | 353 comments Calypso Amadeus Winterwood ~
Also, formatting. Bold and italics are fairly easy, and they should match how the format has it:

Bold
<.b>Enter text here<./b>
Just remove the periods.

Italic
<.i> Enter text here<./i>
Just remove the periods.

Image formatting gets a little harder, but to put it simply,
<.img src="linkgoeshere"/.>
and again, remove the periods :)


message 10: by sucre'd fiend (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 75 comments ➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs

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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)


‟ ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴍᴇ „

‹ NATHANIELLE DEMARCHE ›
☱ Variant of NATHANAEL. It has been regularly used in the English-speaking world since the Protestant Reformation. This has been the most popular spelling, even though the spelling Nathanael is found in most versions of the New Testament. The American writer Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864), author of 'The Scarlet Letter', was a famous bearer of this name.
☴ Demarche has come to refer either to a line of action; move; countermove; maneuver, esp. in diplomatic relations, or formal diplomatic representation of the official position, views, or wishes on a given subject from one government to another government or intergovernmental organization.
‹ sʜɪғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ | ♞ | ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ | ♞ | 23 ›

Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| Kaydian
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| January Third
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ sɪɢɴ|| ♑ Capricon(view spoiler)
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ|| Pansexual :: sexual attraction, sexual desire, romantic love, or emotional attraction toward people of all gender identities and biological sexes.
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs|| Open to requests
Pᴏᴡᴇʀs
Metal Manipulation
In which the bearer is able to manipulate the metals within and outside [close range] of the body to whatever shape or density they wish.
Prehensile hair
The user has complete control over the hair of oneself and others, allowing them to freely alter, grow out, chance texture, color, etc., shape and manipulate it as if it was appendage, weave the hair into different shapes, etc. Due to hair lacking nerves or being directly affected by changes in the nervous system, attacks and damage are virtually harmless to the user.
Berserk
In which the bearer taps into a base feral instinct, resulting in a crippling blood lust. It is not used lightly, and incredibly difficult to contain when not mastered.



( ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ :: sʜᴀɴɪɴᴀ sʜᴀɪᴋ )
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▪ Nathanielle can confidently say that she doesn't like her appearance half as much as people would like to believe. She isn't fixated on her looks, either. However, most view the physical portion of things to be more appealing than most.

▪ Reaching a point of five feet and five inches, she's about average height or so. Her weight is just about as equal to average at a nice hundred and thirty pounds. She's rather slender, in all respects. While she isn't a buxom young lady, she makes for that with impeccable legs and a face of gold. Narrow shoulders lead up into a somewhat short neck that ends in an ovoid visage.

▪ Nathanielle has a somewhat dark skin pigmentation. While she is still light skinned, it's quite clear that she is of a Middle-Eastern descent. Her features are smooth and round. Glossy black tendrils of hair slide down to just past her shoulders, framing her face in delicate curls. Her lips are a light shade of blush, though a little pale. Her oculars are a hazy brown hue towards the pupils, but spread out into a blurred and dull dirty green color.

▪ Her voice is low and soft, and you might have trouble hearing her speak. She isn't one to raise her voice either, so for her words to be heard with a distinctive accent, you have to lean in close. While this may not be the most desired situation for her, she's still working on changing it.




☛ Stands at five feet and five inches
☛ Weighs roughly a hundred and thirty pounds
☛ Hair is glossy black
☛ Skin has a somewhat dark skin pigmentation
☛ Vocally is low and soft
☛ An added mark is a jagged scar from left eyebrow to right cheek

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▪ The entirety of her style is a reflection of both her position and militant views. Most of her clothing is made from materials that are light-weight, and are constructed in a manner that allows for freed movement. She prefers pants and boots, decked with uniform jackets and tops, as well as the occasional weapon.


‟ ɪ'ᴍ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ „
✦ █ Sᴛᴏɪᴄ | ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅɪᴄ | ɢʀᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀɢɢʀᴇssɪᴠᴇ | ᴏᴠᴇʀ-ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ | ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴛɪᴘᴀᴛᴇᴅ
Lacking in the emotional department has always been an easy point for Nathanielle. She's very good at hiding them, usually keeping it all bottled up or having none of them at all. Some might remark that she seems more like a robot than an actual living being, and she's completely fine with that comparison. Although, she might be slightly confused, since her sense of pretty much everything might seem a little different to everyone around her.

Nathanielle likes to do things certain way. She has a strict routine to how she works through out the day, but also has a particular way of dealing with any issues that may arise. It's borderline strategic in a very rigid sort of way, with very little flexibility for changes. One could say that this is an asset to her position, allowing her to get through problems in a second, with little to no effort.

Putting it simply, there's a grace to her manner of aggression. She isn't outright physical with her aggression, but she isn't limited exclusively to her words, either. There's a physicality to her wording that just...intimidates. Actually, gracefully aggressive is just the pretty term some soldiers use to describe how completely intimidating she is to them.

Some of the soldiers have a running joke of calling her "mother" when she's not actually around. In terms of familial relations, she's running low on the department of younger siblings. She comes to be extremely loyal, and with it over-protective. She takes extreme measures to keep people she believes need to be protected safe, and that can extend to people within the guard as well as out of it.

Emotional displays are not Nathanielle's forte. She, in fact, has the worst case of emotional backup that anyone could have. Her way of showing someone that she cares is usually by watching them for several days before giving a handcrafted weapon that can maim and/or kill, even if the person has no clue how to use it. Those moments when feelings are supposed to be shared are passed off by a confused expression, or just her having some excuse to leave. Really, emotions are hard for her to work with.




ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴀs ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀs ʜɪs ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ „



What she remembers, or bares to remember, of the past life she had was that she died.

She remembers the story of how she was born. Her skin was pale, her lips were blue, and her mother was still screaming. She was screaming about how this couldn't be happening, not to her. That they'd been careful, that they'd planned. That this shouldn't have happened.
"Don't take my baby!"
"We're sorry, but there's nothing we can do."

While the doctors were right, they were also wrong. Incredibly so.
The tiny infant in their arms was still as death, a faded light of expectations lost. But, she blinked. Through all impossibility, she blinked. It took her thirty minutes of death to find life. The doctors in charge had stated that she was dead before the labor had finished, had suspected that she'd be strangled by the tangled umbilical chord. Her mother had cried.

But she was alive.


The impossibility of the situation was what made her remember, or rather, forced her to remember. She had to be sure that she was as fortune as she thought, and that single memory held it all in place. Her parents died shortly after her birth, in a fire in the house. She hadn't been there to witness much of it, sound asleep in the car-seat where they left her. She was three days old then, and she felt it was too long ago to really remember this thing.

So, she forgot.

ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ „



There was a time in her life that she realized she would be alone. She felt alone in the presence of her adopted family, surrounded by insincere love and empty gestures. She was alone among peers, not just because she excelled. No, she had a certain longing that set her apart, and left her with a black dog to deal with.

She ran away when she was ten, yet still a child. She figured the best she could do was find someone who could teach her at the very least to protect herself. What she encountered was someone who could do so much more: make her not feel alone.

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ



message 11: by sucre'd fiend (last edited Mar 23, 2014 06:32PM) (new)

sucre'd fiend (sucredfiend) | 75 commentsᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ⇡

➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ
© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs

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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)

He was an unusual man, this person that took her in. Aging, and she had the faint feeling it be like something out of a movie, but she'd easily dismissed it. He taught her everything she knew, but never once actually told her his real name. She studied under him for ten years, and was forced to leave by a particularly tragic accident.
"I need you to kill me."
"What? No, I can't!"

She wasn't ready for his request. She was too close to the target, as he would sometimes say in his training. He clenched his jaw, cupped her face in his hands, and nodded. He said nothing when he stepped back and grabbed the sword, handing it to her hilt first. Nathanielle gaped at him, silence holding her still.

Every thing moved slowly. She let the sword dropped, he started screaming at her, and the fight commenced. She was on the ground shortly after, the world dancing around her. Sounds blurred and fuzzed as she got to her feet, and she found herself down again. Something in her snapped, that angry portion of her that she never knew she had. Everything was red, and then darkness fell.


When she came to, he was dead. But not just dead, gone, mutilated, taken by her own hands. Covered in blood, she stumbled away. She believes that was the day that she was forgot what certain emotions were. She was filled with the lessons of her teacher, the lessons of holding nothing but despair. Hope was a luxury she couldn't afford.

Taking off came after she buried him, and long after she'd cleaned up the mess. She recalls the Scottish Play, Macbeth, and the scene with Lady Macbeth in a feverish state of wanting to wipe her hands clean of blood. She wished she could do that. She wished she could be free of all the suffering she'd caused.

She decided to go into the business of protecting people, and enlisted to be part of the royal guard.

‟ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ „



Nathanielle is still stuck in a trap of endless despair, but all is likely to change. Her new position as head royal guard is quite pretty, in her opinion.


✖ ▌▸ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏs, ᴘᴅᴀ, ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛs / ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀʟʏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ, ᴇxᴄᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ
✔ ▌▸ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ғᴏᴏᴅs, ʟɪɢʜᴛs, sᴄᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ-ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs, ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ / sᴡᴏʀᴅᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴄʏ, ʀᴇғʟᴇxᴇs

█ ) R ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s

✘ ▌ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Deceased ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 25 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤
Kɪʟʟɪᴀɴ Dᴇᴍᴀʀᴄʜᴇ

✘ ▌ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Bɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Deceased ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 24 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤
Aᴀʀᴏɴɴᴀ Dᴇᴍᴀʀᴄʜᴇ

✘ ▌ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Aᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Deceased ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 75 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ

✘ ▌ Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ - 〈 ♥ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Alive ║ ᴀɢᴇ: ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
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