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● × ● THE UNCHANGING
›› Ω ‹‹ || Call For Me
He responds to 'Caleb' like the dog he's treated as.
›› Ω ‹‹ || By Something Else
When donning his mask of deception, he adopts the name 'Deimos'.
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Numerical Mishap
The moon marks eight years since his creation but the water reflects two decades of hardship.
›› Ω ‹‹ || Of Set Dates
The night stretches infinitely on the 22nd of December.
›› Ω ‹‹ || Of The Sexes
At least 80% m a n liness
›› Ω ‹‹ || But Concerning Preferences
Can one who has never known love, love in return? A man starving for affection will take anybody.
›› Ω ‹‹ || Home, Sweet Home
Created in the Aeonix Kingdom, home is a foriegn word.
›› Ω ‹‹ || An Unbreakable Vow
A wanderer has no obligations to others.
● × ● MIRROR, MIRROR
›› Ω ‹‹ || Can’t You See
Infinite realms existing on a blue as light as the frost tinted skies above.
›› Ω ‹‹ || What Sits on Top
A misplaced halo as pale as the silver of nothingness.
›› Ω ‹‹ || In Tons, In Pounds
A woman never reveals their weight but if you must know, he weighs 145 lbs.
›› Ω ‹‹ || To Frame A Second
Is to never move forward
›› Ω ‹‹ || To Become Spellbound
A mirror is defined as a thin pane of glass which reflects back an image of those existing. The reflection itself never existed and is easily shattered but all the more beautiful in its broken entirety. Caleb should know; he is a mirror though one wouldn't be able to tell by his appearance. Though he was created in the image of the Fallen Hero, in what may be considered a kind twist of fate but was probably for the Dark King's amusement, Caleb was crafted to be easily forgettable, a wisp of smoke drifing away.
His features are distincally feminine and he's been mistaken for a girl more than once though his habit of breaking at least one wrist per town quickly remedies the error. By the standards of others, Caleb could easily be considered beautiful. With eyes the light blue of the sky around mountain peaks, silvery hair that gleamed like the first snowfall, and alabaster skin not used to the light of day, he was asthetically pleasing. Even his tight, though admittedly comfortable, clothes only draw more attention to his lean body. The strings lacing up the sides certainly don't assist the imagination in thinking otherwise. From far away, strangers might think that Caleb had no physical blemishes at all.
If one gets close enough to see however, though that is next to impossible, there is a small barely noticeable birthmark on his nape. One might say that it was the result of an unknown element added to his test tube but he secretly calls it his redemption. It's the one physical feature he can truly call his own. By tilting one's head and squinting, it could even pass off as a butterfly though Caleb would scoff at that. The spot is astonishingly sensitive and he usually wears scarves to keep others from exploiting that one weak spot. Though his appearance may be fragile, the willowy form holds more strength than people expect.
He's admittedly beautiful but the sort of beautiful found in porcelain dolls. Though he often smiles and laughs to keep up appearances, his smile never reaches his eyes and his laughs hold a strain most human ears can't detect. Thus his face is devoid of laughter lines and wrinkles though others might call it a blessing.
Yet for all these features that should make him stick out in any crowd, Caleb is surprisingly easy to forget. He can move from one town to the next and minus the leers and offers of one night stands which he have grown used to, few seem to remember him. Even some of those who hit on him before don't remember him later and give him more bones to break.
● × ● INTERNAL AFFAIRS
›› Ω ‹‹ || Beyond The Pretty Face
Heroes are the winners, the ones who get everything they want in the end, the prince riding off into the sunset with their princess behind and a happily ever after in the foreseeable future. They’re the ones who provide the moral support for the team, the strongest of the bunch, the ones who are always confident and who have good reasons to fight whatever evil it is they’re fighting. They aren’t lonely boys trying to fight in men’s shoes while craving for nothing more than to have done their duty and disappear to never be found again. But inevitably, there will always be that one black sheep among the white, the hideous stain you’d rather ignore for the clean patches that are much more appealing. How perfectly ironic for that one in a million stain to be Caleb.
Apathy is possibly the first thing that sets him apart from the others. He honestly doesn’t care what happens to the people. Caleb is in this for his own selfish reasons and if there were those who had to perish in the process, so be it. And if the people want to berate him for his lack of morals, they should start by looking at their own. Frankly, if the people want to be liberated that badly, they should be risking their own necks rather than watching from the sidelines and cheering for others. Their punishment is well-deserved in his eyes especially for putting faith first to the Fallen Hero and then to him. Others may call him cruel and cynical but he views the world realistically.
So it is during his realistic viewing of the world that he often takes into consideration the possibility that he may fail. In fact, there’s a very large possibility that he may fail. And no one is doing a very good job in convincing him that he can do it. They all smile plastic smiles and pat him on the shoulder but he can see the doubt in their eyes and knows it’s reflected in his. But he can’t blame them. For who can trust a man who can’t trust in himself? Caleb was taught from his creation that he was useless and would never amount to anything. And now all this responsibility is handed on to him and though he may not care about the general population of the world, there are a few who he doesn’t want to fail.
But he keeps this all to himself. For whom would he divulge it to? Who was trustworthy enough to keep all his secrets intact and not spill to the world the foolish insecurities that their so-called hero held? Everyone following him had their own dark pasts and didn’t need to hear his. He’d get some of this hero business right and not burden others too much. He’s strictly professional and quiet as a mouse, never indulging too much into talking with the others. This journey will not be put in jeopardy because of him. He has too much at stake already.
And that’s why he won’t trust anyone. He’s already learned on his quest to find the Elusive Guide and company that anyone and everyone will betray him if it is in their best personal interest. And he knows that if he cannot live up to their standards, his entire group may very well turn on him. So he always sleeps slightly away from the group, sword nearby though he is very subtle in doing so. He doesn’t want to arouse more suspicion about him than there already is. So fake smiles and enduring patience it is.
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Life Before
Born from the ashes of a fallen nation
Can one who was not born equally become an equal? Humans born with the same features as another are not always considered to be equal so how can a true monster exist in such a world? Equality is a myth, a fairytale to put small children's minds at ease that there will one day be a better world. Some are born to spread the lie and others are raised to break it. What then happens to a child created to destroy the myth? The child would truly live a pitiful existence, destined to never have dreams, hopes, or a future.
From the moment he was born, Caleb knew that he would never be an equal. According to his master, he did not even amount to half an equal. So he became the nobody that occupied a small corner in a dark potions room, living off scraps of food and subjected to daily tests and torment. He didn’t know how long he had stayed there, mindlessly staring at the moss coated wall and picking idly at the chipped stone floor flecked with his blood.
When the day came that he was finally deemed stable enough to go outside and be useful, he cried in pain at the brightness of the sun. The colors and smells that assaulted his senses which had previously only known shades of black and grey, which had dulled with only the odors of half-rotten food and pungent potions, burned his overly delicate body. The enormity of the sky scared him; he was so afraid that it would simply swallow what little existence he had made for himself in the small corner. His first rainfall caused him to believe the world would drown and rainbows were the color of miracles. Caleb’s knowledge of the world simultaneously shattered and reorganized itself in the span of a single day.
Rise from the flames and reclaim your rightful position
Dreams are for people who have a reason to live. Whether it is for others, to gain a certain status, for material objects, a person has to want to live. Therefore, it was safely assumed that Caleb had never had any dreams. Or at least, he had never had any dreams of his own volition.
Months after he was first introduced to the world or rather he, the unnatural being, was introduced to the world, he met the Goddess. To be more accurate, he’d say that she forced him to meet her. Because really, he had no choice.
Sleep was usually a mind-numbing darkness that was neither soothing nor frightening but simply there. That night however, he distinctly remembers the usual shadows fleeing from a light, harsh and unfamiliar in his charred mind and soul. Caleb didn’t remember if there was a figure standing in his mind; the only thing he recalls is the soothing blues and greens of the Goddess herself. A soft breeze blew past, alternately smoothing and ruffling his locks much like how he imagined a mother would. He closed his eyes, letting himself bask in the warmth even if it was only in his dream.
My child. My lovely child. Restore this world to its former peace. Reclaim this world as ours. Then you may rest, my little one.
Like a melody, they entranced him in the dreamlike confines of a fairytale. Those honey-coated words spoke of a longing buried deep within Caleb, a hope he had dared not give a name to in fear of having it cruelly snatched away. He lay bathed in the warm, soothing presence of the Goddess far into the reaches of early dawn.
When he finally woke, it was to the sound of his master triumphantly declaring that he was a success. It was also the first day his master ever touched him as before, he was labeled distastefully as ‘useless’ and a ‘vermin’. An awkward pat on the head was given, much like the pet he had been treated his whole life as.
It was that day when Caleb’s life seemed to take a spin for the worse. Rather than the mangy cur everyone cursed at, he was promoted to the highly valued, pampered lap dog.
Instead of his usual dark and cold corner, Caleb was moved to a fluffy mattress piled high with the most luxurious sheets and pillows available in the whole kingdom. Feeling smothered, he soon moved a pillow and blanket to the equally expensive but less stifling carpet covering the floor. What used to be one moldy meal per day became feasts his malnourished body rejected.
Studies became another component of his new agenda. Private tutors were hired and under the warm sunlight streaming through large glass windows in the library, he learned the essentials of being a ‘higher-born’ including history, politics, etc. Truth be told, it was his one fond memory of his new ‘upbringing’. Rows upon rows of books and limitless wisdom lay in organized rows, just waiting for him to appease his insatiable hunger for knowledge. But those memories were not enough to pacify the anger he felt at the ridiculous trials he was put through.
By far, the worst was when he was paraded around the crowds, forced to become their savior. They came surging at him, gazing at him with such hope shining in their eyes that it was painful for him to even look at them. How could they expect him, someone who was told all his existence that he was disposable, to do what the original could not? In fact, it was all the original's fault that everyone expected great things from him when he would much rather go back to being a nobody. Being a nobody meant that no one else would get hurt from his incompetence. It was at that time that Caleb learned to hate the Fallen Hero for setting such an impossible goal for him.
Open your fledgling wings and soar
One day, even those who have their wings clipped will soar. After a lifetime caged away from flight and truth, comes freedom. After long seasons of slow preperation for an innocent death, the world is theirs at last.
He felt it in his redemptionless soul: the time to fly free had come at last. So away Caleb slipped through the fingers of the Dark King. There was no tale of heroism, no acts of handsome princes carrying off their prize into the distant sunset on a noble white steed. Instead there was a mongrel slinking away from his room with scarce provisions and his sword, stealing a dark-colored mare, and riding out of the gates with no fanfare and as much discretion as possible. His disappearance was not discovered until morning when his former master went to see him. Caleb was quite sure the guards guarding his room had not survived his master's rage. The Dark King probably had not taken into consideration that Caleb would ever betray him. But, in all fairness, Caleb had never thought he would betray his master either. Following his instincts he traveled south, avoiding most towns and all soldiers. Caleb often found himself outdoors with no food and little sleep, always wary that someone would find him and drag him back. He had never felt more alive.
So it was a tired, ragged, and fiercer Caleb who found the Elusive Guide and his companions. His first words to them were, "The Goddess has sent me to fulfill my destiny," He had learned not to trust anyone on his journey; an incident that nearly cost him his freedom had taught him to distrust everyone, even children. They were surprised, no doubt about it, but recovered quickly. They had all learned to deal with surprise, signs of harsh pasts. He could care less.
The first to recover, a man with scarlet eyes, stood and said, "Greeting, Hero of Legends. I am your guide - you may call me Antal." And with a first wary handshake and terse words, a story still in the making started.
Go forward into the light
● × ● TO BEFRIEND
›› Ω ‹‹ || For The Smiles
[†] Lose yourself in the books of the past.
[†] For relaxation, natural things are best.
[†] Sweet peaches are food of the gods.
[†] Skies the color of twilight speckled with stars.
[†] The best time of the year is heralded with the first snowfall.
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Secret Pleasure
[⋆] Music brings people closer together.
[⋆] His affinity with water only hones his swimming abilities.
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Darkest Hour
[♟] Butterflies are such delicate creatures, easily broken by the slightest tremble.
[♟] Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the strongest one of all?
[♟] The Elusive Guide's riddles are often confusing and unhelpful.
[♟] His hatred for the Chosen Hero is unmatched to his hatred for any other.
[♟] The invisible collar he wears sets him apart from others.
›› Ω ‹‹ || Scream Bloody Murder
[✡] Failure is not an option.
[✡] I'm living a lie.
›› Ω ‹‹ || And Sometimes, Just For Fun
[❄] Training strengthens the mind and the soul.
[❄] Maybe someday, people will acknowledge his existence through his writing.
● × ● IMAGINED STRENGTH
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Killer Intent
By far, Caleb's greatest strength is with his sword. Unlike others, he refuses to name his sword deeming it foolish because naming an inanimate object means growing attached to it or making it an equal to a living being. Though he was taught other things like archery, he likes being face-to-face with an enemy especially if they're matched evenly. In that respect, he becomes an equal to whomever he is figthing. He does carry around daggers just in case though, particularly if he can't draw his sword fast enough. He has a fairly good aim and throwing distance though he's definetly no sniper. And where does he carry these daggers? It's amazing where you can find or make pockets despite the form-fitting clothes.
›› Ω ‹‹ || Flows In The Blood
Repaint the world in blood-stained water and tainted sheets of ice.
›› Ω ‹‹ || To Be A Child of God
>> Dance of the Dragons <<
True to its name, Dance of the Dragons is physically revealed as multiple water dragons bent on devouring anything or anyone in their paths. Oftentimes they merge into one huge dragon particularly useful in removing large enemies. However, Caleb cannot control the directions in which they follow so using this often leaves much destruction in its wake. They are also vulnerable to electricity and if electrocuted, the shockwaves run back to Caleb.
>> Nymph's Revenge <<
Hell hath no fury like a nymph scorned. A beautiful maiden is summoned, a harp in her little glass-like hands. She beckons her victims forward with an enchanting smile before strumming a ghastly tune, the likes of which has never been heard before. Instantly, daggers of ice form and with a single wave of her hand, all proceed to pincushion the victim. The ice can also be used as a shield and is an excellent choice for both offense and defense.
>> Sprites' Calling <<
Hundreds of sprites come to obey Caleb's call, each born from a single drop of water. Though easy to defeat, they have strength in numbers and often swarm enemies, confusing and blinding them. They can also be used as spies as there is always water around nearby to summon. While they don't take a lot of energy to create, the more sprites summoned means less energy for Caleb.
>> Strings of Fate <<
Like an unseen puppeteer if Caleb pulls the right strings, the enemy falls directly into his trap. His final and strongest move is always available but he doesn't like using it unless he absolutely has to because it requires a lot of energy. A human is composed of many different fluids and by freezing or boiling the fluids, can be effectively killed without lifting a finger. He can only do it on one person at a time though so he prefers to use his sword or any of the other abilities first.
›› Ω ‹‹ || It’s All Physical Baby
Caleb has been taught how to defend himself without any weapons but he can't keep it up for long. His advantage is in his speed not strength as one may figure from his slender stature. He knows the usual: hand to nose, elbow to stomach, knee to groin and has even come up with a few of his own. However there's no way he'd win against multiple enemies so it's a good thing he sleeps with his sword close at hand.
● × ● OF WORDS, OF TUNE
›› Ω ‹‹ || By The Book, By The Heart
Dubito ergo cogito, cogito ergo sum.
I doubt, therefore I think; I think, therefore I am.
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Secret Melody
Though I may not exist, I'm still here.
›› Ω ‹‹ || In Recording
Written out in ice and rain.
● × ● HANDS OF DESTINY
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Mere Pawn
Do not rely on me for I am the Unlikely Hero whose destiny is uncertain.
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Mediator of Fate
The puppet strings are held by maya-kun.
Kabuki Doll
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● × ● THE UNCHANGING
›› Ω ‹‹ || Call For Me ;;
- Humans can be such lustful creatures, desiring to lay their tainted finger tips upon another's body, to allow their lips to find refuge upon another's own innocent and pure ones, and to call out a name as their minds dive deeper into their dark secrets and pleasures. There is a certain name that young men have come infatuated with, wishing to call out the name in ecstasy as they caress her small, fragile body, finding pleasure in the way the beautiful words roll off their filthy tongues. But the name Nefertiti Fantine Michiru De Franechka Monette is only to be spoken so delightfully by a young man who is given her heart to hold, with only the sweetest thoughts passing through his mind; well . . . with maybe just a few small fantasies allowed.
›› Ω ‹‹ || By Something Else ;;
- Michiru ○ ○ ○ » | | Her name is beautiful and sweet, just like her. It sings out of something innocent and pure - child-like, but yet womanly. It is a name that doesn't hold a beauty if shortened, but enhanced with the respective add-ons of 'chan' or 'sama'. It is no surprise that most people favor her entire first name, and to the young beaut herself, she does not mind.
Lady Monette ○ ○ ○ » | | There is something about running up to the young maiden, and singing out her last name so pleasantly, watching the smile that is birthed from her delight, and the warmness that is illuminated within her deep brown irises. Her close admirers that remain distant acquaintances have only called her by this name. Respect is something that many give the young woman, even when she kindly states that her first name is quite all right as well.
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Numerical Mishap ;;
- With the voice that the angels' envy, with a body that men desperately wish to hold, and with a beauty that many women admire with astonishment, she has been shaking up their worlds for t w e n t y years.
›› Ω ‹‹ || Of Set Dates ;;
- Her melodic cry was the most soothing sound inside the small, dim lit room on late m a r c h [ thirty- f i r s t ]
›› Ω ‹‹ || Of The Sexes ;;- Enchanting, small but approachable, she is the dazzling daughter of Eve - a W0MAN of true beauty
›› Ω ‹‹ || But Concerning Preferences ;;
- You wish to capture her heart, steal away her newborn soul that has yet to experience life's pleasures that are awaiting, but before you even take a step into her territory, toward her most sacred treasure, you must know one thing → she's only unlockable to the m a l e population.
›› Ω ‹‹ || Home, Sweet Home ;;
- She watched her children grow, slowly sprouting and blooming as their petals unfolded, revealing the beauty that had been left concealed. Sain Su - a place where Nature is the sister of the people.
›› Ω ‹‹ || An Unbreakable Vow ;;
- The { p u r e } child-like heart is held by || The R e s i s t a n c e
● × ● MIRROR, MIRROR
›› Ω ‹‹ || Can’t You See ;;
- Enchanting, child-like eyes dance in a heart-warming brown that is like the bark of the trees that surround her.
›› Ω ‹‹ || What Sits on Top ;;
- Long, emerald grεεη tresses plunge down her slim back, bouncing delicately with each stride she takes.
›› Ω ‹‹ || In Tons, In Pounds ;;
- Small and short, she is obviously not the most sturdy woman » 112lbs is all she weighs.
›› Ω ‹‹ || To Frame A Second ;;
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›› Ω ‹‹ || To Become Spellbound ;;
- Our beauty is what defines us, or so that is what many people say. We all hold a unique beauty that cannot be compared to, nor destroyed. But it can, however, be covered, hidden away from the view of others by a mask that is false and fake in every way. Such a mask, when placed on, turns people into something they are not, slowly becoming more and more infatuated with this lie that they show off to others. And for this, they don't know how to be themselves, how to really smile and laugh as they really mean it instead of faking it all for another's acceptance of them. Their beauty is left hidden far beneath the mask, just like when we cover the naked truth with lies. Many older people blame the youths of this act, not wanting to admit that they to had been the same, or still are. They complain that young individuals are falling in love for every wrong reason, and taking more than what they are giving. Adults call them naive and ignorant -- they don't understand the world or society, but just because there are some like this it doesn't mean that everyone is the same. There are still some who have learned to live without a mask, without lies becoming their truth, and without diving into that false love that so many claim to be true. These young people who have learned to be themselves, to show their natural beauty, are the ones who should be admired, and not the others who change themselves to pacify others.
It is said that the people of Sain Su are as beautiful and pure as their gardens, and can easily take your breath away from just a mere glance. Most cannot say whether or not this is true or just another lie conjured up by someone since most people from Sain Su stay isolated from the rest of the world, straying away from the impurities of it. But if one were to come across Michiru Monette, they would see that the rumor is very true indeed.
The young girl holds an outer beauty, just as she holds an inner one as well. Her long, dark butterfly lashes raise, revealing the enchanting irises that lay behind them. Child-like and innocent, portraying her as a young girl of her teens, while in all honesty, she has seen twenty summers in all. Her soft, deep brown eyes are like warm, rich chocolate, her eyes drowning in nothing but this beautiful color. Always filled with a innocence that has seen no wrong, and hold with a gentleness that soothes even the most restless child when they gaze into the beautiful irises. It's easy to become lost within her eyes as she seems to hold nothing back, allowing her feelings to show through. Most the time, her eyes remain gentle and serene, like a meadow as a breeze runs across it, sending the petals of flowers dancing in the air. Other times though, they can hold a deep sadness, like Heaven when she cries her tears, allowing the world to feel her pain and grief. If you ask her what is wrong, she will be honest as her eyes are.
Michiru's father often told her that she got her beautiful hair from her mother's side of the family. Soft and smooth, the emerald green tresses plunge down her back elegantly, free from dreadful tangles and split ends thanks to a regular hair trim every so often when needed. Running her hands through these strands feels like silk, and often some get the urge of plunging their cheek into her hair, stroking it with admiration. She often leaves her hair down and free from any bounds, but sometimes she may do something stylish with her hair for special occasions -- though these times are rare. Her bangs reach down, kissing her skin lightly as they fall into layers that frame her face. She sometimes may clip her bangs to one side to keep them from falling into her face when doing work, but other than that she leaves them down.
Besides her enchanting eyes and elegant hair, Michiru also has a well developed body that isn't too much for her age; however, she is still small and thin, like a fragile bird, and with skin that can easily be bruised from simple falls and hits. She often tries to stray away from anything that may cause bruising to her body, but sadly, with clumsy feet like she has, it's kind of out of the question. Her flawless skin holds a light, caramel glow that is flaunted by the dawny curves of her matured body. Her skin remains soft and smooth, making many fantasize about stroking her body with delicacy and the utmost care. Her arms a thin and lean like branches of trees that rustle in the wind at her home. Her legs at least have meat on them, but not to much that they do not even out with the rest of her body. She often slides her strawberry red tongue out to moisten her petaled lips that are as kissable as her skin that also quirk up in amusement at times. When she smiles, it's a moment that young boys and even girls, wish to capture in a picture to hold forever. Always holding a heartwarming smile, she is able to cheer others up just by them seeing this smile of hers. And the best thing about her smile, her actions, and her appearance is that it all holds truth and nothing fake -- a real, natural beauty.
Michiru is just a girl who's not desperate to fall in love like others, and instead she waits patiently, not getting impatient nor anxious to feel that emotion. She doesn't hide behind a mask of false truths to find acceptance, but instead offers all that she is, not minding if they accept it or not. She gives more than what she takes, and never regrets her decisions. -- That's Michiru Monette, and once you have encountered the bashful, beautiful maiden, her sweetness is forever carved into your mind and heart, never to be forgotten.
● × ● INTERNAL AFFAIRS
›› Ω ‹‹ || Beyond The Pretty Face ;;
- ❀ βαshƒuℓ ✖✖✖
____Her eyes fall shyly to the ground as her slender finger index fingers push against one another.
- While there are some people who can easily run up to another, and befriend them without hesitation, Michiru remains in the background, never one to take the first step. Even at a young age, Michiru was always the bashful girl, finding refuge behind her mother or sister when new people were introduced to her. Her soft, innocence brown eyes always remained on the ground with her cheeks flushed in a deep pink. She was determined to keep her eyes down, but when her mother would lightly push her out from behind her, she couldn't help but look up at the newcomer, and greet them. Her small hand was always gripped tightly on her mother's dress, or her sister's hand most the time. As she grew older, her bashfulness seemed to subside some, but only enough for her to have courage to speak to others and not hide. She still got embarrassed at times when meeting new people, or whenever she happened to be speaking to someone she may have liked. Even at the age of twenty, Michiru still averts her eyes, nibbling on her lip as her fingers fidget with the bottom of her shirt or skirt. There are just some things that'll never change, no matter how old you get.
- ❀ cσmpαssισηαtε ✖✖✖
____"You don't need a reason to help someone."
- Michiru may have been a shy and timid girl, but she was not one to turn a naked eye to someone in need. As a child of her mere preteens, Michiru could never help but get involved in other people's lives. Not in the sense that she got into arguments, but more on the lines of when people were having bad days and they felt nothing but sadness and grief. She always held concern for others, sometimes stopping what she was doing and making her way over to a person whose face was stricken with a sadness that overwhelmed her. She felt sympathy for them, and would sit down with them to find out what could be troubling them so much. Sometimes though, people would try to hide their pain behind a hollow mask, but Michiru, being the rather perceptive girl she was, always picked up on the difference. She had much time to study others as she never seemed to make contact with most of them, and she soon became familiar with most of their expressions and gestures that was so common of them. When something seemed the least bit out of place, she never failed to see it. Many people often came to her for advice as she got older, and she would blush shyly before sitting them down to hear their problems. In Sain Su, she was a miracle girl -- a miracle girl with the ability to touch people's hearts.
- ❀ σbεdιεηt ✖✖✖
____"I'll listen to you, but only if I believe you're in the right."
- There are some people who remain as stubborn as cow. They always do what they want, never doing something they dislike or taking something they don't want. The young forest pillar was raised to listen and behave unlike other heathens who ran and ripped in the city, some causing small trouble. She became a modest and polite girl, drawing in others even though she mostly tried not to. She never back talked to her mother or her father, nor her teachers or elders. In this way, Michiru was different from Miwako. Miwako was determined to get what she wanted, and never allowed others to tell her different. She wouldn't do things she didn't want to do, and couldn't be forced to do it either. Sometimes she was scolded, but in the end, she came out to be quite a woman. Michiru, on the other hand, could be told to stop doing something or do something and she would without hesitation, most the time. In all honesty, she was obedient to a fault. There were some things that she would not obey, but it was a rare event. An example of her disobedience was when her father told her to stop studying herbs and medicine, and take after Miwako. Deep inside, Michiru had a love for medicines and herbs, and had no interest in learning how to wield something that killed others. She tried to talk to her father, but he scolded her for the first time. Even then though, she did not stop her studying since she saw no wrong in it. She had never went against him before, but she was later glad she didn't. In the end, she learned that her father was still fighting with the memory of her mother, and it just reminded him so much of her. He apologized after for being so hard on her, and she forgave him, then apologized to him for her disobedience; however, in her heart, she didn't believe in her own apology.
- ❀ cσηsιdεrαtε ✖✖✖
____"I'll never do or say anything to hurt others' feelings."
- Michiru is always considerate of others' feelings. Often when decisions need to be made, Michiru will first put people before herself, and make sure that her actions will not harm another in any type of way. In some ways, Michiru is a like a little mother herself, always concerned about others and their well being. She likes to listen to others' problems, and try to help them out the best she can. When they need a shoulder to cry, Michiru instinctively welcomes people in, and shelters them as they finally break down after holding it in for so long. Another thing to note about her is that she is not one to break promises. She knows it hurts to have a promise broken, and she would never do that to another. To her, it does not matter how small the promise is, she will not spill it to anyone. Even such a seemingly small wound can cause an overwhelming pain.
- ❀ chεεrful ✖✖✖
____Let it be the most dreadful situations, the darkest times, or when her heart is wounded; she'll still smile through it all.
- Have you ever just met someone who was always smiling and laughing, and who just brightened up everyone's day just by them looking at that person? Or do you believe that there is no such person that can do such a thing; that there is no one who can just make someone's day just by them being there. Well, if you think that, then you have obviously not met Michiru before. Always in a cheerful, pleasant mood, this girl never seems to be having a bad day. From the moment she wakes up until the moment she drifts into sleep, she's smiling; well, maybe that's an exaggeration, but most of the time you will always catch some sort of pleasant smile dancing across her child-like but beautiful face. But still, you must realize, Michiru is just human, and even though she may smile all the time, that doesn't means she is always happy. Especially now that her world has been thrown upside down then sideways, there is no telling how this girl will react. It's going to be at these times of chaos that everyone will need this girl to smile.
- ❀ ιdεαlιstιc ✖✖✖
____She lives in a world where the impossible is possible, and dreams come true.
- She's the girl who's filled with dreams, hopes, and life itself, and she places all these wonderful things in her writings and her everyday actions. She lives in a world full of imagination. Michiru has always escaped to her own little world ever since she was little. When everything seemed to be falling apart, she relied on her hopes and dreams to keep her going. Dreams are something that many people see as nothing more than a distraction from reality; things that humans waste time on pursuing. But Michiru sees much more in her dreams, and most the time, she may look like she is dreaming about nothing more than stupid and absurd things, but they keep her going, even now. She likes sharing these crazy dreams and ideas with others that she is close to, always having a twinkle in her eyes like that of child's who is telling this amazing story they had heard, but still keeping her shy atmosphere. Without her dreams, she is nothing. Don't take them away from her; they are, after all, what makes her, her.
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Life Before ;;
- Sweat trickled down her pain licked face, and down her slim throat. Her eyes fought against the welcoming sleep that tried over and over to make her succumb to it, but each time, she fought a little more, not wanting the sleep to come just yet. Her pursed lips created a line as she kept from yelling out as the pain surged through her body. Her hands gripped the bed posts in a deathly grip, her knuckles snow white. Her eyes danced quickly between each face that stood over her, commanding her to do this and that. She tried listening to them, but her head was pounding profusely as the room seemed to spin. Her eyes dropped suddenly, fluttering open with difficulty. She was about to lose herself to the sleep when a cool, soft hand touched her sweat streaked cheek. "Lady Atalina, just a little more. Push a littler harder, and then you can rest." The voice was soothing, melodic to hear just like the nightingale outside the window, blanketed in the darkness of night. It was good to hear such a sound as it brought relief over the woman's tired and weak body. This voice helped to give strength to the woman known as Atalina.
Atalina nodded slightly, only so much to where the young woman speaking to her could tell. With her grip on the bed posts tightening, she inhaled the sweet, pure air that had become mixed with the smell of blood and other substances, and then pushed hard, using the last bit of her strength. . . . .
Her head found refuge upon the pillow, the long, soft green hair soaked in sweat, strands sticking to her face. Her caramel eyes rested weakly upon the small body of a baby that the older man held. He was smiling pleasantly, his handsome features brightening with satisfaction. "Lady Atalina, it was a success. Your baby girl is healthy and well." His soothing voice was deep, but still nice to hear just as the other young woman's had been. Nodding very lightly, she finally allowed herself to drift off, her labor done.
It was on March thirty-first, late at night, that Michiru Monette was born. She was the youngest child of Atalina and Edward Monette, two good hearted and beautiful people. Many said that they had been born for one another, already bound together by destiny. It was no surprise that their children came out to be just as lovely as them. The first born was Isabella Marie Yuta De Miwako Monette, a young girl who grew up to be a strong and loyal child to her kingdom. She was the prodigy of her family, always top class and never one to give up no matter how bad things got. She took after her father, having long blue coils running down her back, and eyes that showed to different paths. While she held her fathers image, her sister seemed to take her mother's. The second born child was Nefertiti Fantine Michiru De Franechka Monette, the girl whose destiny was to follow a path far different from the one her sister and her people took. She was so much like her mother with her emerald green hair, and dark, deep brown eyes that were just as gentle. Her lips seemed to always quirk up at her young age, always smiling about something. While her sister who was two years older than her led the family as the prodigy, Michiru hid in Miwako's shadows, not daring to step out and be different and unique. She was never much of the social person, but was one who smiled almost all the time.
The relationship that the sisters shared was one of a strong bond. Wherever Miwako went, Michiru was always right behind her, trying to keep up. They were inseparable most the time, but when Miwako had marital arts lessons, Michiru found solitude in books, escaping humanity as she lay beneath a large tree, shaded by it's long branches. This was where she was found most the time, shying away from others and their games that they always invited her to interact in. She had many friends, but no matter how close they were, she could not help but flush, embarrassed about something, or just being bashful; however, there were times when Michiru broke free, leaving behind the shy girl, and turning into a wild child, but this was rarely though. It was around the age of seven that she met a young boy. He was unique and different in his own way, just as she was. She, without hesitation, which normally would have happened, befriended the boy, instantly coming to like and admire him. He was sweet and kind, and always fun to be around, but their friendship was cut short after he left the village. He was one of the few who left, and something that Michiru never did. She did not know then but that young boy would become the reason for chaos in the future.
Her relationship with her parents was just as strong as the one between her and Miwako. But the one she turned to more was her mother, Atalina. Atalina seemed to always help Michiru out when she was feeling down or just lost in confusion. It was just something about her calm words and gentle eyes that soothed the young girl's restless soul. It was her mother that got her into wanting to become a physician. At the young age of eight, Michiru witnessed the abilities that her mother held, the abilities to heal with only simple touch to the patient's body. It awed Michiru, making her wish she could be just like her mother. When Michiru told her about her dream, her mother just smiled warmly. She sat Michiru down, and stroked the girl's long, silky hair. "Michiru dear, I do hope you pursue your dream, but don't rely solely on healing magick. Rely on Nature to help you as well." She laughed softly, and watched her young daughter nod furiously. It was then that Michiru began to awaken her powers with slow progression.
By the age of ten, Michiru had learned to use her powers a little better than before. She was proud of herself, and always dove into the books of herbs and ointments that could be created from the plants that dwelled in her forest. She took notes and even experimented in her spare time. It was also at this time that her mother fell ill, and things did not seem so good for the young woman. Miwako was always away from home, even at her young age of twelve, always off taking lessons and learning all about the Council of Sain Su where she wanted to work. Michiru's father was busy just as much, but did always visit from time to time. He was a man that did not like showing his pain, but at these times, it was hard to conceal them. Michiru stayed by her mother's side, reading her books and poems that she had received, and even read some of the short stories and poems she had written herself. Her mother just seemed to look worse and worse as time went by, and it began to worry Michiru terribly. After four months of being hospitalized, Michiru stood at the foot of her mother's bed, looking into the pale and weak face that was still as beautiful as it had been those many months ago. She still retained her young beauty, and still having elegant movements. Michiru downcast her eyes, feeling the tears swell up beneath her eyes, threatening to pour down. "Mommy, let me try to heal you, I can do it! . . .I know I can . . ." Her voice broke and trailed off as she kept her eyes low. She heard the soft laughter of her mother, and looked up, wiping her eyes. "Michiru, darling, sometimes you should just let life take it's course. I have lived a long life, and I'm terribly tired. Can't you let mommy sleep for a little while?" She asked her weakly, smiling a little. Michiru thought about it, and walked quietly over to her mother and hugged her, nodding to her mother's question. Two months, after suffering all that time, Atalina finally let go of life. Michiru cried for days on end, but deep down, she was glad her mother didn't have to suffer anymore. After her death, Michiru was left home alone most the time, allowing her time to delve back into her books where she found her comfort. She studied hard, taking walks while reading, and learning to use her home to her advantage. She climbed trees and sometimes just sat there listening to the wind and rustling of trees. She listened to Mother Nature's stories, and found comfort in her. Sometimes though, she swore that when the wind blew, she actually heard her mother talking to her.
At the age of seventeen, Edward gave Michiru a rod, one that her mother once used when she was still alive. He told her that it would always connect her with Atalina, and it even had her name carved into the beautiful and rare crystal that it was made of. He then gave her what her mother had told him to give her when she reached seventeen. She looked at the weapon in awe, admiring the beauty it held. It was something unique and precious, just as her mother's rod was. Looking up to her father who had barely aged any, she smiled kindly, thanking him for giving them to her. By this time, Michiru helped the injured in her village, and took care of the ill. She followed behind her mother, always feeling more comfort as she did the things her mother had done before. While she may have matured, she still did not lost her shyness, but it luckily wasn't as bad as it had been when she was younger. She learned to keep out of the teenage drama and arguments that plagued the teen life, and merely just went with the flow, never taking sides.
By twenty, Michiru was quite the beauty, and a girl who looked more like seventeen than her actual age. She became a skilled healer in both magick type and normal herbal type. Her life was normal and peaceful, something she enjoyed very much. For two years now, she had been living in her own home, her house filled with nothing but books and books. She also had discovered new techniques, and also put her bow to use, but never her mother's rod.
Miwako had reached her dream. By her young age of twenty-two, she had received a place on the Council of Sain Su, something most did not achieve until their thirties. It wasn't all that surprising that such a strong and talented girl would be so successful in her life. She had also married back at the age of twenty-one to a young, handsome man named Lebannen. Michiru was quite happy for her sister, but she never gave her own life a second thought when it came to that. Well, it was definitely a good thing she didn't. It was during this time that chaos struck her home.
The impossible had become possible. The barrier that protected her neutral kingdom was shattered and hell was brought upon her home. People were fleeing and while others were killed, unable to escape. Michiru could fill her fear building inside of her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. She had never seen such violence, watching people die before her innocent eyes like this. It was horrible. She almost wanted to give up, and just let her life be claimed. But that was when he showed up. The one called the Elusive Guide, Antal. He was something of a mystery to Michiru, someone not like her people. He told her, so reassuringly to come with him, to come to a safer place. Without giving it a second thought, Michiru grabbed her things that were a necessity, and obediently followed him. Her heart sunk as she searched for her father and sister as she fled. Had they escaped? Had they lived? Something inside her told her yes, and gave her hope. As she reached the outskirts of her home, she turned back, looking at the beautiful kindgom laying in ruins. Without a word, she turned forward, and moved on without another look back.
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● × ● TO BEFRIEND
›› Ω ‹‹ || For The Smiles ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Secret Pleasure ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Darkest Hour ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || Scream Bloody Murder ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || And Sometimes, Just For Fun ;;
● × ● IMAGINED STRENGTH
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Killer Intent ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || Flows In The Blood ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || To Be A Child of God ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || It's All Physical baby ;;
● × ● OF WORDS, OF TUNE
›› Ω ‹‹ || By The Book, By The Heart ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Secret Melody ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || In Recording ;;
● × ● HANDS OF DESTINY
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Mere Pawn ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Mediator of Fate ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || For The Smiles ;;
- Reading ;; Oh dear, all you have to do is hand Michiru a book, and she will sit beneath a large tree and read all day long. Ever since she was little, books have been her best friends just as much as people have. When Michiru was not playing with friends, she would always be found reading by her mother. It was not at all surprising that she had such an imagination as she grew older.
Dreaming/Daydreaming ;; Even at such a ripe age as twenty, Michiru still daydreams about the unimaginable. She always finds herself lost in a world created by her imagination, and even though it's nothing more than that - imaginary - she still believes that something just as fun and exciting as her dreams is out there; though, of course, she would rather dream about it than live it, to be honest. But now, that's all she has left is those wonderful dreams that are the only things that are bringing her true happiness in this chaotic time...
Animals ;; It's not really all that surprising that a daughter of the Forest would have a unconditional love for animals. Always being able to communicate with the furry and sometimes scaly creatures is something that she cherishes. Michiru does not see animals as just ... animals, but as beings that are equal to her and other humans. This obviously makes her a vegetarian.
Sweets ;; Oh come now, even Michiru enjoys a nice amount of delicious and irresistible sweets. Even as a young child, Michiru would sneak herself a little more share than normal, but her parents and older sister never complained. --& Her favorite sweet is anything that is stacked with strawberries.
Strawberries ;; The best thing that has ever been made, or so that is what Michiru says when someone brings up strawberries into the conversation. If she was allowed just to eat this fruit as breakfast, lunch, and dinner, she would! You really can't keep her away from these things.
Being alone ;; She wasn't an anti-social person in her childhood, but she was never much of the talker either. She would always like to be left alone in quiet, beautiful places where she could read her books and allow her mind to escape into the vast world of imagination.
Friends && Family ;; Michiru cherishes her friends and family above all else. She loves spending time with them just as much as she likes being alone with the company of a book or an animal. They know how to brighten her day, and they always stick up for her. She doesn't like being one to rely on others a lot, but they just can't stand to see her upset.
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Secret Pleasure ;;
- Getting down and dirty. ;; No one ever pictures Michiru Monette to be a woman who likes playing rough; however, her older sister knows that Michiru actually is sometimes like that. Michiru, a twenty year old, who seems refined and quiet all the time, is actually a live wire at times. She isn't as lady like as many think she is at times, but this side of her only seemed to come out around her sister and close friends.
[More to come.]
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Darkest Hour ;;
- Fighting ;; What good does fighting ever do people? Sure, you may win the round, but will that extinguish the fire of hate or anger within your heart? It's never good to take out your problems by fighting, and for Michiru, it is appalling -- needless, if you must. It is the last thing she would ever resort to, and if it even came down to that, she probably would never even take that action.
Arguing ;; Arguing is not her cup of tea. If she is caught up in an argument by her friends, she modestly pulls herself out, wishing to have nothing to do with the bickering. Such times she stays quiet never voicing her opinion on the matter; sure, she has one, but she keeps her mouth closed since it has nothing to do with her. It's a smart move, but sometimes, you need to step in.
Having to adapt to a change ;; Michiru dislikes changes, especially when it comes to life itself. Her world turned up side down and then sideways when she was told to leave her well known home, and go to a place where it was 'safe'. Believing such a thing, Michiru unquestioningly followed the order, being obedient as she was. But it never occurred to her, at the beginning, that she would not be going back home anytime soon, and the thought of not having her friends or her family is such an unsettling thing for the dependent girl.
Spiders ;; She dislikes spiders with a passion, but not so much to where it strikes a fear in her like her phobia. Something about the eight eyed, furry, multiple legged arthropod just seems to scare her. If one were to land on her, or be close enough for her to touch it, she'll scream bloody murder for sure.
Mean people ;; Michiru dislikes those who make others cry by spitting harsh and unkind words at them just as much as she dislikes fighting and arguments. She cannot see how making others feel bad makes the guilty one happy. But yet, Michiru never says anything, but merely tries to comfort the victim of the treatment.
›› Ω ‹‹ || Scream Bloody Murder ;;
- Astraphobic ;; Ever since she was four, Michiru has had a severe fear of thunder and lightning storms. She always found a secure place where she could not see the lightning that lit the sky in a terrifying way. Usually, her hiding place was beneath the cupboard in the kitchen, and every time her family could not find her, they only had to look there. Michiru's mother was her place to find comfort, but once she died when Michiru was ten, she only had herself. Her older sister was never around since she joined the Council of Sain Su like their mother had before them. Michiru's father too was never there for comforting; he worked in the Council as well with his daughter. Even at her age now, Michiru still holds a fear of the storms, and still hides when they come about. It's something that she'll never get over, but with some comfort, she could get through it...
Being alone ;; It may be a rather selfish thing, but Michiru has a fear of being alone in a place she doesn't know, or sometimes just when she is by herself. She often had attached herself to her sister when they still had time to spend with one another, but now that she's fending for herself, she may be her only company... Considering the people she is with.
Dark Places ;; Just as much as she hates being alone, she really dislikes dark places. Michiru has no problem with admitting that she is scared of areas where light does not touch, where noises echo through the air, and creatures lurk in every corner. She never was one that was up for adventures into the unknown, and often stayed back when her friends dared to enter a seemingly scary place. Even as a young adult, she still carries that fear.
›› Ω ‹‹ || And Sometimes, Just For Fun ;;- Studying medicine ;; With so many herbs and ointments surrounding her in the forest, she cannot help by dive into the secret arts of healing with plants. Her dream in life is to become a physician, one who can help the injured when they are wounded. Since she was eight, Michiru has had a passion about helping others in ways that not only heal a broken heart, but also help to heal broken bones. Her father and her sister use to always tell her she was going to be someone great, and it often gave her the inspiration to continue in the medical field.
Writing ;; To be able to put her imagination into words was something that Michiru often did in her spare time. Her favorite things besides learning about medicine was writing stories and poems that came from the heart. She often wrote about adventures that dealt with a damsel in distress and her knight in shining armor who comes to save her. Those were the stories she was fond of writing, but sometimes she chose to write about things that had a slice of life in them and not just completely fantasy. But whatever she wrote, it was always filled with so much meaning and emotion.
● × ● IMAGINED STRENGTH
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Killer Intent ;;
- Atalina Marie • ° → Her mother's rod that she use to carry around back when she was still alive. After her death, Michiru's father gave his daughter the rod in hopes that it would come in handy for her though she never chose to learn how to wield it. Her mother's name was also carved into the rod, giving it her own name after her death. The rod itself is made from macalania crystal which is a strong, indestructible mineral that is rare to find around the world. The only known place the crystal can be found in is Sain Su. It's color is something of a light, frosty blue, which you can see through into the inside where symbols glow, confined in the rod. Ribbons with bells on the ends adorn the rod, adding to the beauty of the weapon.
Azothian • ° → "Azoth" -- Meaning Light. Azoth happens to be a longbow that was passed down in Michiru's family. Unlike other bows used in Sain Su, Michiru's has symbols carved into it(like her rod) that help to store more spiritual energy from her surroundings. This helps to enhance the strength of her attacks that come from the longbow. Not only is that different, but the way her longbow is shaped is also unique. At the top where her bow string connects to the actual bow itself, there is a small orb that fits in between them. It is not attached to the string or the bow, but instead, it merely floats there. The lunar white orb emits a glow when she begins to use a special attack. When this happens, on the sides of the orb appears three wings of light. This is how her powers are enhanced. The wings are like the orb, not attaching to it or the bow. If this orb was to be shattered by a powerful attack, her large amount of power that is stored within the bow would spill out, causing the bow to be like any other bow -- normal.
›› Ω ‹‹ || Flows In The Blood ;;
- Daughter of the Forest, a girl with soft, gentle hands that help to heal the wounds of battle, just as her kind words help to heal a broken heart.
›› Ω ‹‹ || To Be A Child of God ;;
- W h i s p e r of the G r e e n Word ;; You heart begins racing, as you nibble on your lip gently with eyes full of fear and confusion. You're lost. You can't seem to tell which way to go, which way is the way that leads out into the light. It's overwhelming and you feel weak, you feel vulnerable to what lays in the dark depths of this forest, but don't lose yourself, don't succumb to insanity. Just stop and listen to Nature, listen to her words that whisper in the rustling of the leaves, the chatter of animals, and the welcoming breeze. If you just listen, you will hear her, her words that will guide you out from the darkness and into the light. --- By listening to Nature, there is a lot that you can uncover. She helps to guide you through the maze of the forests, and is always there to lend a helping hand in many different ways. Michiru grew up learning this lesson, as did all sainians. Nature was their sister and their mother; their friend and their nurturer. With the keen ears that sainians have, they can hear things that normal humans cannot, such as the Whisper of the Green Word, or in other terms "The whisper of Mother Nature."
Eden's Blessing ;; While deep within your heart, the scars of battle will forever remain, upon your skin there isn't a lick of evidence of having such wounds. This is the blessing of healing, the power that is drawn from deep within the bodies of sainians who have been gifted with fairy magic, but only a few with the ability to heal with a mere touch. Maybe this was the sole reason why Michiru chose to become a healing physician, a person who could heal and repair the wounds of battle. Her ability is drawn from deep within, and concentrated at certain areas of the body, usually the hands, and then released into the patient when they come into physical contact. Overuse of this ability can be tiring, and cause loss in strength that may leave her defenseless at times. It is best to only heal up to three people each time, a rest coming in between each group of patients.
Birth of Life; end of life ;; When you think of 'Birth of Life', you literally think of a life being born right? Well, there is one thing you are probably wrong about. It is not the birth of human life, but instead, it is the birth of a life in Nature -- of plants and trees. While Michiru is able to help produce the life of a plant and tree quickly from it's seed stage to it's mature stage, she can take this life with a simple force; however, being the person she is, Michiru strays from the action, loving Nature to her fullest. Though sometimes, you must destroy what lays in front of you to continue on. . . She always says that all she does to help the plantts and trees grow is 'give them a little push'.
Nature's Wrath ;; By calling upon Nature, she is able to control the vines, branches, and large roots to help her in times of need. By using the technique, she can use nature as something of offense or defense, which ever she may need at the time. Calling upon larger things takes up more energy than things like small vines, which is just as draining as healing. It is best to only call on the large things when the times get chaotic and desperate.
›› Ω ‹‹ || It's All Physical baby ;;
- Michiru isn't a girl who knows martial arts, or something like that. But she does, however, know how to be quick, quiet, and flexible. Even on the bed of leaves, she can be silent, no sounds coming from her feet, and run faster than normal humans. Being flexible is something common in sainians, allowing them to bend in ways that many cannot.
● × ● OF WORDS, OF TUNE
›› Ω ‹‹ || By The Book, By The Heart ;;
- Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. ~ Atalina Monette [ quoted from Rachel Carson ]
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Secret Melody ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || In Recording ;;
- Her words spill out and her thoughts rush together in a vibrant green.
● × ● HANDS OF DESTINY
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Mere Pawn ;;
- The Reflection
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Mediator of Fate ;;
- xx PANCAKE -- 0RGY › whisper the name in ecstasy
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