just some tests ❞

[cozzie livs]

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* ⋮ ◞DISCORD:x friglit
* ⋮ ◞TIMEZONE:x gmt
* ⋮ ◞AVAILABILITY:x pain
* ⋮ ◞SAMPLES:x pain
* ⋮ ◞FACECLAIM:x kafka - honkai star rail

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* ⋮ ◞NAME:x hashimoto, riho
* ⋮ ◞AGE:x 22
* ⋮ ◞GENDER:x female
* ⋮ ◞ROLE:x uncursed 2
* ⋮ ◞PERSONALITY:x altruistic, resilient, patient, workaholic, worrisome, unambitious
* ⋮ ◞BLURB:x


as an uncursed, riho's role in the family was never something important. if anything, she was mainly left to her own devices. her parents weren't very well off, but they did try to provide for her. she almost had a younger sibling at one point, but due to her mother miscarrying, this would not come to pass. riho was far too young to understand the implications, but now that she does, she feels like it's her duty to look after her parents for all they did to give her a good life. surprisingly, her relationship with her parents is one clearly rooted in love. they support her budding ambition and wish her every success in life.

you see, riho wasn't originally a pet groomer. after finishing high school, she was kind of lost about what kind of life she even wanted to lead. almost on a whim, she decided to take up hairdressing, going to hairdressing school and working at a salon. however, constant harassment from unsavoury clients culminated in a physical attack whereby her hand ended up being badly burnt by a straightening iron.

however, riho is resilient. and she combined her love for animals (she has always had dogs) and doing hair in order to apprentice at a dog grooming salon. it was around six months of living paycheque to paycheque before she could finally start to make a decent living. though she is only just starting out as a groomer in her own right, riho's experience with grooming the cursed animals has helped her advance rather quickly. as such, she has found herself with many long-term clients. simply put, grooming dogs and cats is so much better than dealing with people, even if she can come back with so many claw marks.

riho essentially floats through life at this point. she likes her work and seems to have her life together. but somewhere within her, there is a hole that no amount of working could ever fulfil. riho is not one to talk about her own emotions, despite being a good listener for others, and has kept any of her reservations to herself.

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  　　　　GOD NAME　　　　 sedna
  　　　　PANTHEON　　　　 inuit
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  the desire for companionship was not one that sedna was necessarily alien to. her assentation to godhood came from a betrayal sparked by companionship. deceived by the man she thought she loved, and then pushed into the deep dark depths of the sea by her father, who even went as far as chopping her fingers off. anything and everything to do with human-like desire had gotten her to where she is.
  
  sedna is the reason that there are sea creatures there for humans to hunt. her rage never quite left her, and as such people had to earn her goodwill. due to having a taste of companionship and how badly it hurt losing it, sedna was never truly one to seek it, choosing to hide out in the depths of the oceans.
  
  until she started to notice the hanahaki. in actuality, sedna was quick to notice this. flowers don't often turn up in the frozen depths where she resides. so when she noticed the appearance of hanahaki and felt her powers waning ever so slightly, she knew this was very much out of the ordinary. initially, her reaction was one of confusion. why would there be flowers here?
  
  but when she noticed that she wasn't creating as much sea life as she would have liked, she began to grow concerned. sedna's natural avoidance of companionship has made it so that she almost never really sought out anyone else. however, this is starting to change. she can no longer create as much sea life, and the life she does birth, is weaker than they have ever been. realising that she is losing sustenance of her own.
  
  sedna is not one to panic. but her rage is ever on the upward trajectory. she refuses to panic, and in turn, it's turning into anger. the underworld is in a state of unrest, and no matter how much she tries to exercise her power, the seas grow barren. one thing is for certain: sedna knows humans depend upon her. or at least they did until they wreaked havoc on her oceans. but perhaps this is motivation in and of itself.
  
  in truth, sedna despises the idea of companionship and desire. however, she has convinced herself that she must do so for the sake of the people who depend on her and give her offerings. even though she would be lying if she didn't also realise that faith in her has waned considerably since the days when she was a mortal. due to sedna's past with love, she is hesitant at best, and almost wanting to perish at worst.
  
  so perhaps this is an opportunity for her to turn over a new leaf and stop isolating herself at the bottom of the oceans.
  

I ' M 　　D R A W N　　 T O　　 T H E　　 U N K N O W N　　 W H E R E　　 S H A D O W S　　 H I D E　　 A 　　S L A V E　　 T O　　 T H E　　 P O W E R S　　 T H A T　　 M A G N E T I Z E　　 T H E R E ' S　　 S O M E T H I N G　　 I N S I D E 　　O F　　 M E, 　　I 　　C A N ' T　　 F I G H T

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*♚　❝ABOUT ＆ APPLICANT　⊱
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✽██ USERNAME :　　cozzie livs
✽██ NICKNAMES :　　frig
✽██ TIMEZONE :　　gmt
✽██ SAMPLES :　　c:
✽██ COMMENTS :　　c:


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✽██ NAME :　　mikage, yone
✽██ AGE :　　twenty-five
✽██ GENDER :　　female
✽██ SEXUALITY :　　sexual
✽██ ROLE:　　uncursed
✽██ FACECLAIM :　　rita rossweisse
✽██ THEMESONG:　　into it

　　
✽██ DESCRIPTION :

being born not amongst the cursed was the best thing that could have happened to yone. sort of. while she didn't have any pressures, she was basically neglected as a child. her parents had divorced. her father wanted nothing to do with her, and her mother threw herself at random men, completely ignoring her. as such, she was left to her own devices whether she liked it or not. it is a surprise she didn't get mixed in with the wrong crowds early in life, but it's not like it wouldn't happen later on. she never cared for grades. they were just getting her by. music was where yone truly shone. she is a virtuoso, being classically trained in singing and piano, but she also knows how to play guitar. eventually, she and her friends started a band, mainly comprising of metalcore music. she is the lead singer and rhythm guitarist. so yes, she had to adjust her technique to learn how to false-chord scream. they had a breakthrough hit when she was twenty, and life has been on an upward trajectory from there. well, upwards in that they tour around the world and have sold-out concerts. they're quite massive in the metal scene in asia.

that said, yone is crumbling under the stress. she wants herself and her band to have creative control, but her agency is overriding their every request. the focus is becoming increasingly put upon her and her image is going in a way she really didn't want to. this is putting a strain between her and her bandmates, who understandably think yone is stealing the limelight. this, combined with her numerous dating and using scandals, have left her worn out. in order to try and recuperate, she has taken some time to step away from her band and return to the mikage estate. unfortunately, she returned in time for the bloody arranged marriage. when she thought she would have some private time to reflect, she gets thrust into this. now, her label is on her case about any marriage she might have to do, and the pressure is only continuing to mount. it'll only be a time before she does explode. yone's coping mechanism was partying hard. she is a reckless daredevil and she would be lying if she hasn't bribed her way out of being arrested before. in short, she is a mess.

until then, yone keeps a relatively cool exterior. think of her like a wine aunt who's only home for the holidays. she smiles and stress smokes away any questions. she knows the feeling of being exploited by the music industry, so she keeps her emotions in check as much as she can. she has an awful habit of physically pushing herself to her limit, and this does leave her with injuries from exercising often. yone has been struggling for music inspiration as of late, so it's actually quite rare to see her practice, but when one does hear her, it's obvious that her talent speaks for itself. nevertheless, yone has never had much of an ego when it comes to her music. because she feels like she has done wrong by her bandmates already, she feels like she doesn't even deserve to come back to them. but at the same time, she's oddly aware that her leaving would be a massive scandal. she's stuck between a rock and a hard place, essentially.





Chilled Narrative

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N A M E :	KENNA LAIRD
A G E :	TWENTY-FIVE
G E N D E R :	FEMALE
WHAT THE ******** DO YOU DO :	DRUMMER
H O M E T O W N:	THURSO, SCOTLAND
F A C E C L A I M :	evelynn - lol






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　 　 　 　 　 　 ‼〉xxxTELL US ABOUT YOURSELF


known as shade, kenna is the newest member of the band. honestly, it's a surprise she even has a nickname of sorts. she has been a temporary drummer for the band while the actual drummer is on a break. but this break has been lasting for upwards of two years now, so she continues to fill in.

right okay. so kenna is from kind of a s**t hole of a town. there honestly isn't much to do in thurso. not that kenna had much time to do much of anything. with her mother working late at the bar, and basically having no father, kenna was often stuck looking after her two younger half-siblings. this isn't anything new, she's been doing this since she was fourteen. there is quite a difference in age between her and her siblings, but nevertheless, she was forced to balance housework, her own schoolwork and looking after kids. quite a lot for a fourteen year-old to balance.

hell, she didn't even fall into bad habits. nobody has the bloody time. growing up, kenna was bullied at school so that didn't help either. at least the relationship with her mother was somewhat cordial. not much, mind you. honestly, kenna's only hobby was music. she took drum lessons at school and actually continued on to learn on her own. she used money from her part time job (oh yeah she had to get one of them too) to buy a drumkit to practice on. her style is almost like a chameleon. think zev rosenberg, jordan mather or jukka nevalainen for inspiration. intense and pokerfaced is how she plays.

but she felt trapped nevertheless. only when her half-siblings got taken by social services did kenna have any opportunity to move away. turns out, making an older sibling do all the work didn't make you a good parent. unfortunately, this was essentially the end of her relationship with her mother. they're fine enough, but she knows the truth: her mother blames kenna for losing her kids. the situation is tense, so kenna took the opportunity to move out.

since she is still the temporary drummer during the tour, kenna has spotted an opportunity for her: become a permanent member. this has been her chance to leave her shitty little town and shitty little home life. this said, she increasingly finds herself as the mum of the band. obviously kenna has no desire to see the band fail, but she's in denial that she cares for the band and not her position. it's precarious as it is, but for all kenna knows she has two options in front of her: become the permanent drummer and the band succeeds, or she leaves the band after they succeed and uses them as leverage to continue her drumming career. either way, she needs the band to succeed.

for someone who basically was stuck looking after her family, kenna has ambition. she's driven and practices her craft. this said, kenna is happy to be in the shadows and silently pulling strings. she prefers to be out of the limelight in case she gets caught in controversy, and goes out of her way to keep her name out of anyone's mouth. essentially, she lets her skills speak for themselves. but she is no angel. kenna is selfish, hypocritical and false, keeping up a mum friend façade, although she will not hesitate to use any information she gets against others to get ahead in life.

I see you "Euripean."







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⋆★ Gaian Name: cozzie livs

⋆★ Time Zone: time zone

⋆★ Discord?: Y

⋆★ Samples: link!




⋆★ Character Name: anat lucaria

⋆★ Job: witch council - second hand

⋆★ Face Claim: malenia // elden ring

⋆★ Race: witch

⋆★ Age: supposedly 35. definitely older

⋆★ Gender: female

⋆★ Sexuality: bisexual

⋆★ Housing: villa c

⋆★ Brief Summary: anat is the witch of rot. seasoned in combat and rot magic, she has the experience to be the second hand of the witch council. but scars of her past have taken a horrid way of showing themselves in her. her own power is a gift and curse. anat had once led a normal life as a homemaker, trying to settle down with a man she loved after a lifetime of war. but on the night of losing her husband to the horrors of war, anat's power went out of control and she spread rot through her surroundings. it was an ambush in their home. her baby daughter got caught in this. obviously anat is aware she is responsible for the death of her daughter, but she feels no remorse in killing the assailants. during that same assassination attempt, anat's home was burned to the ground. the marks upon her skin are a combination of her rot powers growing awry and the scars she received from the burning. anat's numerous years in battle has made her into a very hardened person. she cares not for the horrors of war, nor does she care for the destruction her rot can bring to the enemy side. that said, she isn't unbeatable. her various prosthetic limbs are a mix of her rot affecting her, or simply being cut off. but her stoic sense fails to give away her sense of justice. she prefers to not be in the limelight but is happy to be a pillar for advice if need be.

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⋆★ Gaian Name: cozzie livs

⋆★ Time Zone: gmt

⋆★ Discord?: Y

⋆★ Samples: link!




⋆★ Character Name: vanadis retvengko

⋆★ Job: salon stylist

⋆★ Face Claim: shining // arknights

⋆★ Race: ceryneian hind

⋆★ Age: 31

⋆★ Gender: female

⋆★ Sexuality: heterosexual

⋆★ Housing: housing tbd

⋆★ Brief Summary: vanadis' kind have been hunted for glory for centuries. though associated with many myths throughout history, in truth, they are peaceful. but the hunt for glory is ever tempting. as such, vanadis' kind have spread out from their greek origins. they hide amongst humans, only revealing their horns and true forms when feeling fully trusting. though this happened god knows how long ago, the ripples have been felt throughout her kind even to this day.

vanadis has never really been trusting of outsiders. then again, most of her kind weren't. she grew up living in a communal compound. nothing was ever private, but she was always surrounded by a community who cared for her. but in her naivety she thought she needed to spread her wings. going to university away from her compound was her way of doing things. she also began working at a salon during this time. the most prominent thing was meeting her soon-to-be husband while at university. she did his hair every now and then. still does.

he was everything to her. her matty, her ven, every nickname that she could give him, she did. the simple fact is that vanadis was probably a stifling force. being from a communal home and her very being made her want to look out for those in her herd, so to speak. naturally her entire compound cut her off. but she had already burnt that bridge by leaving to go to university. so when he proposed to her regardless of his family, it was perhaps too easy a 'yes.'

everything unravelled when they returned to zinnea. vanadis didn't realise just how much of an unwelcome surprise she would be for his family. though she attempted to carve out a life for herself as well as the stylist, there seemed to be a permanent disdain between her and her husband. she doesn't call him by anything affectionate anymore. she watches him pretend he isn't married in front of her. and she has nothing to go back to. her own family won't take her back now. and so vanadis remains in a limbo. she has long since given up trying to win back his affections. instead, she drowns herself in alcohol when she's alone and says the most vitriolic things. it's coming from a place of hurt. just how long can she stand to feel like she sleeps in an empty bed, even if she doesn't?

let's not deny things, vanadis is no saint either. she is far too clingy and far too impulsive at the best of times. her affection can easily be stifling. she hasn't quite grasped just how much her marriage has cost her husband. ultimately she knows one thing: her marriage is falling apart.

[cozzie livs]

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𝑮𝒂𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 ❝ cozzie livs ❞
𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆(𝒔) ❝ frig ❞
𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔 ❝ mate, it me ❞

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tab ❝ 𝑬𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒚𝒓𝒏𝒂 𝑬𝒙𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 ❞
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❝ duchess eleanora exhall has an amazing pedigree, almost close to royalty. born far from costa de sol, the family of supernaturals have had a firm grip on their industry and social standing. being shifters, they can seamlessly blend in with humans, but kept the pedigree relatively pure. as such, both eleanora's parents are from high-ranking and ancient families. she was the only daughter, but this made her one of the most eligible bachelorettes within their social circles. she didn't mind it. eleanora enjoyed the attention she got. she took the lessons in etiquette in stride and actively took an interest in the family's businesses and investments. she even married a lovely man with an equally beautiful pedigree. life was perfect.

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nevertheless, to say eleanora is all alone in the world is an understatement. she lost her parents at sea, and has horrendous survivor's guilt because of it. her marriage with her husband fell apart soon afterwards. one thing led to another, and she ended up taking his life with her own hands. the simple truth is this: these events in her life are very recent. she has gone from having it all to being all alone. and while she still has her estates and family fortune, she isn't even sure if she can step foot into her family home without guilt.

the grieving woman has come to costa de sol under the guise of mingling with people with a similar rank to her, to create new business relationships. but in truth, all she has truly come for is to try and deal with her grief. she has mixed feelings about killing her husband. she hasn't moved on from the death of her parents. and she is slowly crumbling under the immense weight her family name carries. perhaps some sort of a break is indeed needed. ❞

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For those that desire to use the same characters for their character.

𝑨 𝑩 𝑪 𝑫 𝑬 𝑭 𝑮 𝑯 𝑰 𝑱 𝑲 𝑳 𝑴 𝑵 𝑶 𝑷 𝑸 𝑹 𝑺 𝑻 𝑼 𝑽 𝑾 𝑿 𝒀 𝒁
𝒂 𝒃 𝒄 𝒅 𝒆 𝒇 𝒈 𝒉 𝒊 𝒋 𝒌 𝒍 𝒎 𝒏 𝒐 𝒑 𝒒 𝒓 𝒔 𝒕 𝒖 𝒗 𝒘 𝒙 𝒚 𝒛

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✦ 𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽


　　USERNAME　　cozzie livs.
　　NICKNAME　　friglit or frig.
　　PRONOUNS　　she/her.



✦ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽


　　NAME　　verna dereham.
　　AGE　　thirty.
　　GENDER　　female.
　　SEXUALITY　　pansexual.
　　RACE　　human.
　　ROLE　　the apothecary.



✦ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃


native to astara, one might have expected someone of verna's status to have wealth and a comfy life. she certainly didn't start as that. her family lived below the poverty line. verna was sent to the observatory to work in order to bring some income. she originally picked up basic medicine by observing one particular scholar. it only showed when she began offering him ingredients based on what he was making. this early potential made him take verna in as his apprentice. she took his name as his surrogate daughter, but she still sent money to her family. indeed, she had two families, with her blood tying her to one, and her surname tying her to another.

while work kept verna busy, she was still human. so, when she met her fiancé, she was rather over the moon. verna grew to be a high level alchemist and medical practitioner. but she struggled to fight off the imposter syndrome she felt. she didn't come from this life, her life was struggling to find food and working arduous hours. and thus, when the opportunity came to challenge the judge, she did so with very little hesitation. granted, it caused strain in her love life, and she ended up going to battle heartbroken.

regardless, her abilities were useful. proficient in healing and brewing antidotes and medicine on the fly, verna also learned to use chemicals to attack her enemies. whether it was flammable liquids to set her enemies alight, poisoning or chemical burns, she didn't realise she had a violent tendency. it did feel like verna spent more time using her concoctions to harm, rather than heal. nevertheless, she was not the fighter of the group, and that much was obvious. regardless, the party were unsuccessful.

unable but desperate to go home, she still snuck back in. she wanted to go home to her family. but as it would turn out, she had no family to go back to. they had all scattered. some were no longer alive. those that were wanted nothing to do with her. even her old teacher disowned her, claiming he taught her to not hurt and she had become depraved without even realising. of course, after her departure, the observatory would become the very same, so she resents her teacher's hypocrisy.

realising she had no home, verna found herself with an odd sense of freedom. settling within the refugee colony in callara, verna runs a small scale apothecary and clinic. she uses the proceeds from the sale of the medicines to offer her healing services for free. it's odd, since she almost feels... happy? in that she is free to actually help people and not be trapped within a gilded cage. in all honesty, she's got a saviour complex.

verna is quite formal in her tone of speech and has since become a pacifist. she hasn't forgotten how much blood she has on her hands from ten years ago, and as such, verna keeps her research secretive. she knows the judge has taken over the observatory, but she aims to continue her own research. alchemical warfare and poisons are where she is good at, so she spends nights and free time researching the effects of the fall. living on the border means, any residue from the battle is usually within her grasp, and she sneaks around the border area gathering what she needs. she usually feigns the need to gather herbs to heal the sick when caught, but she would be lying if she hasn't blinded the odd guard to make a quick get away.

it's obvious that the woman is smart, although it does seem like it's mainly book smart. to some extent, she had to be politically savvy, but in the ten years of living away from that life, she no longer does. as such, she is just about somewhat witty, though most jokes fly over her head. verna appears mothering with patients, but in general, it's very insincere. yes, she wants to help, but she has no special attachment to the people she helps. since she no longer feels the imposter syndrome she did before, verna's scientific curiosity has properly bloomed.

[cozzie livs]

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  𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗
  victorine de morney
  twenty-four when killed, hundred and four years old in total
  mortician
  revenant
  female (she/her)

  𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗
  by clioroad
  here
  gmt
  she/her
  on everyday


victorine de mourney was once actually alive. indeed, she lived in britain with the rest of her family. and they were powerful. not so much in terms of physical power, but they certainly had money and influence. victorine was the oldest of five, you see. of course, she wasn't the heiress, that title belonged to her younger brother. she had no title to fall back on, but one thing was obvious: she was beautiful. and a chance to marry a de morney was not something many aristocrats wanted to miss.

in life, victorine loved making herself beautiful. she was a vein as she was a pretty face, so she spent hours primping. it was never quite perfect. people were tired of her, of course. but still, she did find a nobleman with whom she was smitten with, as much as he was with her. this had never really happened. victorine was promiscuous in life, but never lost the eligibility. but she turned down most every man or woman who crossed her path. so when her auguste proposed marriage, of course she accepted.

but it would appear her cozy life would come to a horrible end. there was an outbreak of the plague. and on what was meant to be her wedding day, victorine succumbed to the disease. this was hard. victorine wasn't hated by her family. there was genuine love there, and her passing left them and auguste distraught. her body stayed within the de morney estate for a day before the family tried something drastic. they tried bringing her back. with the help of someone who claimed to be a witch, they proceeded to reanimate her corpse.

and reanimate they did. she looked as dead as she was. victorine came back as a revenant, and whilst not being aware of what she was, she proceeded to murder her family and husband in the most brutal of manners. so, when she did come back to her senses and realised what she had done, she felt nothing but horrid guilt and remorse.

but there was nothing for her in england. as such, victorine arrived in gahena with very little purpose. ultimately, it would appear her vanity never quite left her, nor did her desire to be surrounded by death. as such, she has taken up being gahena's mortician. even if she can't make herself as beautiful as she once was, she can make others beautiful in death still.

[cozzie livs]

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  𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗
  maura fairfax
  four hundred and ninety
  historian
  vampire
  female (she/her)

  𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗
  shalom
  here
  gmt
  she/her
  on everyday


maura was turned very late. before that, she was an ordinary woman, living a relatively ordinary life. she had a husband and four children. she was literate and well-read and he was a knight. she liked to believe they were happy. but it would seem her husband had other plans. when he struck a deal with literal devils to gain riches and prestige beyond their means, maura couldn't recognise him. what had become of her husband?

but she wouldn't relent just like that. of course, his success wasn't overnight. and during this time, she took the kids and settled for a quieter life in the countryside. she wouldn't let them fall to their father's clutches. of course, when he came knocking at their door and waving money at their faces, they wouldn't refuse. maura could but helplessly watch as her kids were taken in by the promise of being the sons and daughter of a decorated knight. better than living with a disgraced woman after all.

but the devil comes back to collect his dues. and for her husband he would come. for their children, he would come. just what kind of pact had he made? when her son came literally crawling back to her door, and on death's bed, she watched in horror as he died in her arms. no parent should ever have to watch their children die. and she had witnessed it four times over. every last ounce of her husband's bloodline wiped. she was spared because she didn't meet the definition. but she wouldn't escape the stigma.

you see, people were superstitious and scared of the unknown in the seventeenth century. and seeing maura, who lost her entire family twice, she was all but the devil's harbinger. there would come a time when she would be tried for being a witch and be pronounced guilty. she was turned the night before her execution. and she was livid. of course, she wasn't happy with her predicament, but to be denied a chance to escape the world like this was cruel.

maura spent a while wandering around europe, finding some level of solace within the wilds of siberia or the black forest of germany. but her isolation and years of feeding on humans started to grow tiresome. on some occasions, she met others of her kind, travelled with them, and parted ways, either amicably or forcefully. nevertheless, she had seen a lot change in her three and a half centuries of life.

for the last one hundred and forty years, maura has resided in gahenna. there weren't any witch trials going on, so she had no need to hide. it was more so of her growing tired of her nomadic lifestyle, and not having much of a place to belong. ultimately, she made the museum her home, taking up being the historian. when before she often spent sleeping rough and under the stars, maura once again finds herself in the comfort of her books. a part of an old life she has managed to get back.

[cozzie livs]

'''

• USERNAME　　　cozzie livs
  CALL ME　　　friglit or frig
  DISCORD　　　friglit
  TIMEZONE　　　gmt
  SAMPLES　　　here
  
  
  CHARACTER NAME　　　hayasaki, ena
  ROLE　　　the academic alpha b***h
  AGE//GRADE　　　 eighteen / third year
  FACECLAIM　　　 matsuo hiromi / original
  
  
  BLURB　　　
  smart a**, know it all, nerd, bossy b***h, ena's heard it all. honestly, she doesn't care. she knows she's pushy and mean, but has the brains and teacher's pet creds to back it up. she can be nice to you to your face, but her natures often gets the better of her, and backhanded insults and snide remarks are common. the library is her home turf, and she will literally bribe students out of it to have the place to herself. the simple truth is this: ena has virtually no control in her home life. coming from a well-off yet very conservative household, outside of school, she is expected to essentially be a goody two-shoes and a doll. she has kept her grades to an absurdly high level because she has no choice if she wants a roof over her head. so she may as well make it a point of superiority right? but ena isn't stupid: she knows the value of hard work and discipline, and will find one way or another to break out of her family's grasp. if it means stepping on people and doing it by herself, so be it. she's already estranged from family, what difference do estranged schoolmates make, eh?
  
  POSITIVE TRAITS
  ♡　erudite
  ♡　disciplined
  ♡　ambitious
  
  NEGATIVE TRAITS
  ♡　overbearing
  ♡　two-faced
  ♡　egotistical
  
  ADDITIONAL TROPES
  ♡　spitting out truths nobody wants to hear because it's come from her condescending mouth
  ♡　mascara smearing crier
  ♡　very socially awkward outside academics. hides it with meanness
  ♡　living off of bubble tea and restaurant food
  

'''

[cozzie livs]

▇▇ ♛ ◢ ｡ ( paris 　 snowdon 」˟
　　　 ⊰◆ ( WITTY. JADED. CHARISMATIC. VAIN. )* ▬▬▬▬▬

▌　USERNAME　»　cozzie livs
▌　PRONOUNS　»　she/her
▌　TIMEZONE　»　gmt
▌　DISCORD　»　friglit
▌　SAMPLES　»　here

▌　CHARACTER BLURBS　»　
- once a student of fashion design at central saint martins, paris' dreams of owning a brand haven't quite manifested despite her degree.
- she still works within a similar industry, being a manager at an upscale bridal boutique. designing is now a hobby for her, since her actual work keeps her busy.
- ironically, despite her occupation, paris has been rather unlucky in love. her parents, rich as all hell and from old money, want her married to someone worthy of their name. in that, they want other nobility or socialites. often her suitors can't handle this level of pressure placed upon them.
- nevertheless, she still has a career that keeps her going, and a cat to come home to. oh yeah, she absolutely moved out to enjoy city life when she got the chance.
- of course paris wants to be a designer and succeed in the industry. but she is still a realist. nevertheless, her sketches little the floor of her flat and she still hasn't lost the skill of draping and sewing.

▌　SCENARIO　»　d. you're on an awkward date, what do you do?



there are very few things in life that can make paris squirm. she was used to immense pressure from parents, she was used to bridezillas and bridesmaids from hell. she was even used to weddings being called off right in the middle of her bridal appointments. but this... this was one hell of a time she was having. sipping on her champagne, paris listened intently to the lovely bloke who kept going on about himself.

and he still continued.

"so you see," he was clearly concluding, "that's where the queen went wrong with her horses. because the show horse wasn't bred and only raced and..."

ah. nevermind.

"fascinating," paris would say whenever she got a free moment to speak. he was clearly in love with his own voice. going for afternoon tea with him was her parents' idea. the pair had a similar upbringing, although one had moved out of the country estate while the other had spent way too much time with horses. the horrid gap was obvious. "so, there you have it" oh? that sounded promising. "what about you miss...?"

only then did it click between the pair: he hadn't even properly asked her name. paris blinked rapidly a few times, trying to blink away her shock and desire to laugh. "not to worry, henry, your tale of horses kept us occupied for a long time." she glanced down to her phone. literally only forty-five minutes into this date.

"so do tell," she started, hijacking the conversation, "have you heard of the myth of narcissus?" his headshake was her answer. "well, it's said that he was once a mortal who was so in love with himself, that he fell in love with his reflection. and that he died at that very spot, because he was unable to look away from himself." by now, she had beckoned for the bill. "I do think today reminded me of him."

standing up, she paid for their teas in one go before putting her coat on. he tried to help her, only for her to gently swat him away. "please try not to die staring at your own reflection yes? lovely meeting you, and thank you for the afternoon you wasted." she gave him one final smile before turning around.

"my name is paris, by the way."


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missrazzzz

[cozzie livs]

▇▇ ♛ ◢ ｡ ( tatiana 　 lascelles 」˟
　　　 ⊰◆ ( DISCIPLINED. RESENTFUL. EMPATHETIC. GUARDED. )* ▬▬▬▬▬

▌　USERNAME　»　cozzie livs
▌　PRONOUNS　»　she/her
▌　TIMEZONE　»　gmt
▌　DISCORD　»　you already have it
▌　SAMPLES　»　bruh

▌　CHARACTER BLURBS　»　
- iris has always felt like a bit of a black sheep amongst the gods. likely because her sister defected and was the messenger for the titans during the war. it feels like she owes some sort of repentance. quite a grey existence for the goddess of the rainbow.
- she might have served as a link between the gods and humans, delivering messages and prayers, but she was never worshiped in her own right. she has disdain towards both sides for this.
- due to her being a glorified cup barer for the gods, iris (as tatiana) owns a high end bar in paris. at least she can show off her cocktail making skills and still have a decent clientele. though she does double up as a mafia informant. her bar is often a good cover for these types of meetings.
- of course she's aware about this game zues has dragged her into. what she doesn't understand is why. she was never on his radar to begin with. and she tried her hardest to be so, being a good little messenger.
- honestly, she is simultaneously livid and hopeful at this marriage thing. granted, it's more anger. due to her constant communication, iris has grown rather fond of humanity, and hates seeing zues play this horrid game with them.

▌　SCENARIO　»　b. someone has dropped a wallet and you found it. do you find it's rightful owner? or do you keep it?


lost property at the bar was common. tatiana usually kept everything for a couple of weeks in the hopes that the owner came to get it. but this wasn't a wallet she found in her bar. she found this nearby the bins. it was a grubby thing, clearly tattered and worn. the owner either never got around to replacing it, or didn't have the means to do so. the woman sighed. yet another lost property. and this one might be harder to return.

you see, nobody like that came into the bar. even tatiana put on a charming smile as she entered back into the premises. "oh, dear what's that?" one of the patrons asked, pointing at the wallet. "ah, don't worry. just going in the bin," she lied, hiding her disgust. "seems like it came from the bin," she heard someone mutter, followed by laughter. by now, she had turned around, so she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "alright, you shits," mask was off, "I work my arse off so you all have a place to get drunk." she knew exactly who she was talking to: a drunk mafia underling.

all pretence was dropped. "if you want to stay, then ******** behave." her security had come up behind her to provide the backup she would inevitably need. tatiana had an intimidating presence on earth. it wasn't in contrast to how she was before, but the rainbow goddess wasn't often seen for how tough she could be. she quite literally wasn't rainbows and sunshine all the time.

the drunks had backed off, but that was when she heard a noise coming from the back. wallet in hand, and security guards in tow, she made her way to the backdoor. she found herself face to face with someone who was going dumpster diving on her premisis. one look and she could tell he was so much better than whoever she had seen inside the bar, and her gaze noticeably softened. "I- I'm sorry miss. I thought I dropped my wallet..." oh. how convenient.

her guards had stepped forward, but tatiana stopped them before they could. walking over, she handed back the wallet. "wait. you'll need some more money if you want to get by." she added in a few more euros to his purse. "honestly, you need a new wallet. come back again tomorrow. ah, but you should actually eat. sit in the backroom, and I'll get you something." she had her security escort the man to a room behind the bar where she got him a tray of proper food. she would definitely need to replace his wallet.



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missrazzzz

[cozzie livs]

❖ ┊ ❛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ˟˟˟˟˟˟˟『 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 』


Quote:



❛ 𝓤𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮˟˟˟˟˟ cozzie livs
❛ 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭˟˟˟˟˟ friglit
❛ 𝓢𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓼˟˟˟˟˟ here


❖ ┊ ❛ ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀɪɴɢs ᴏғ ᴍʏ˟˟˟˟˟˟˟『 𝓹𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 』


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❛ 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮『 sohma, azusa 』❛ 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮『 the dragon 』
❛ 𝓐𝓰𝓮『 thirty-two 』❛ 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂『 13 march 』❛ 𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷『 tech firm chairwoman 』
❛ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻『 female 』❛ 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷『 pansexual 』
❛ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
tab 『 silver-tongued 』❖『 condescending 』❖『 selfish 』❖『 workaholic 』


❖ ┊ ❛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ˟˟˟˟˟˟˟『 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼 』


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❛ 𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓫


azusa is not one to be trifled with. a pretty face she might be, but be warned, she will not hesitate to step on anyone if it means getting what she wants. she was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth. her father taught her to be ruthless, and her mother taught her to use her charms as well as fear to get to her goals. she was set to inherit her father's company. ultimately, their relationship was testament to how far one would go; they hated each other's guts after all. and when azusa transformed into a crocodile, they weren't too fond of her either. of course, they could expect it, they were sohmas after all. but they had originally thought that a non-cursed child might have saved their marriage. the pair had done all they could to be as financial independent from the wider family, but ultimately the company owes a huge debt to them. it did somewhat change when her younger brother was born. he was the golden child, and she wouldn't inherit anything.

but if her parents thought that azusa would take this insult lying down, they had another thing coming. they had raised a monster, and so she would embrace her role in being one. even though she wasn't set to inherit, she still had the sohma name and an education behind her. azusa was as qualified as her younger brother and far more experienced. even as a teenager, she sought about making important connections, which she would later utilise, either for intimidation or influence. she started dismantling her father and brother's hold within the company and started strengthening her own. this is where she stands now, having freshly been elected chairwoman of the board, giving her rival power to her father and more power than her brother. the family dynamics are tense, to say the least. perhaps it's because she's from such a hate and resentment filled family that she herself is never happy. she hides how empty she really is by spending hours at work, or getting drunk at bars.

honestly, she's such a graceful wreck.

[cozzie livs]

━ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 cozzie livsxx


◦ friglit, frig
◦ she/her
◦ samples
◦ gmt
◦ on everyday



━ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 the scarlet witchxx


◦ mara leven
◦ the scarlet witch
◦ link
◦ "twenty-nine"
◦ sexuality


aries ⋆ chaos manipulation, hints of heightened speed ⋆ yoren, formerly setri

certainly war has ravaged her kingdom. completely and utterly levelled it, that is. being one of the setrian princesses, she watched as the goddess they worshiped really didn't grant them anything. every battle was lost, the price was always paid by her people. mara was a highborn royal, but she was nowhere near the throne. as such, she witnessed what happened to her kingdom.

it was as if she felt the pain of her people, and her own family did nothing to help them. their minds slowly started to turn. their own goddess would not help them quell the wrath of ashani. so surely not enough had been done on the kingdom's end, yes? in truth, mara was an advocate on sacrificing for appeasement. she built a cult around herself, claiming to speak through the goddess who would be appeased once the price was paid.

when the life of commonfolk wasn't enough, perhaps blood of more noble origins were needed. by now, nothing was too far for mara, and she guided her followers to bring down the gates of the nobility. only when she stood amidst the sacrificed bodies of her parents did sense return to her. she had so much blood and dust and ash on her hands.

for the war of another kingdom.

setri had nothing to do with lannister's lust or arianna's passing. and yet her kingdom had been wiped off the face of the map. they had sacrificed their own people to try and appease a god who shouldn't have had any wrath for them in the first place. and regardless of their actions, outside forces had driven them.

driven her.

and as the bitterness started to sink in, so too did the wrath of her remaining congregation.

mara was more or less the last highblood within setri. so surely she would be the final piece of the puzzle. her remaining congregation burned her alive.

and as she screamed damnation towards all the kingdoms for dragging her people down to such depths of depravity, she was received by one who finally answered. it wasn't ashani, but yoren. the anger was so fresh, so raw.

so who wouldn't take the option of getting revenge?

two kingdoms bought the world to their knees because of a petty squabble. a goddess cannot handle grief, having seemingly only lost two of those closest to her, while humanity can loose swathes within a single battle. how weak-minded.

but when mara emerged from the flames unharmed, it reignited new life into what remained of her congregation. granted, they numbered in the single digits. but nevertheless, mara would find a use for them. now the vessel for a vengeful god, the vengeful princess would seek to bring the world and gods to chaos alike.

her entire empire was eradicated, and she would deliver the same fate.

I will not be verboten