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AndperhapsherGREATESTmistakewasfallingmadlyinLOVEwithaplacecalledtheDREAD❝I climbed to the top of the highest tree, just to gaze at the world.❞
.GONE✘m y - r o l e;;
trulyWE’REallMADhere.. Simply the green eye'd girl. For now.
.GONE✘p e r s o n a l i t y;;
trulyWE’REallMADhere..With the short amount of time she's had to spend in the Dread, little bits of personality have started to arise from within Azaleah. She's still very new to everything, including feelings and her own behaviors. Her reactions to things are unpredictable most of the time--especially new things. Though it's become rather common for her to face things with curiosity rather than fear or caution. She's like a developing child, wanting to learn and discover all the new things in this twisting, moving world around her. She's yet to experience any real danger, and because of that she's yet to experience fear as well. Fearlessly she trots around the world simply looking for answers as to who, or what she may be. She's learned not to ask questions to just anyone, for she's stumbled upon several unsavory characters in her short story of life so far. Without fear, without any reguard for danger really she seems reckless in the way she approaches things. She wants to learn more about parts of the world that most people would stray from--fear guiding them to a false sense of safety in a world where there is no true haven.
And while she knows she cannot trust most of the creatures wandering about the Dread, something within her feels as though she must present kindness outwardly. She smiles as anyone or anything that walks or slithers by her, and she tries her best to be polite in any situation where there is verbal or physical contact. She's learned that through kindness she gets at least a less negative reaction than if she weren't to use it. She's even met a few creatures of similar kindness, one who even offered her the lavendar cloak on a chilly night. And while she has not found one yet, she would not deny a friend. She wishes only to discover who she is, or at least once was. It's an odd desire, burning deep within her. It drives her through all of the Dread, wandering almost endlessly through out the wastelands and meadows. She doesn't even really know what exactly she's searching for. All she really knows is she's searching and she's determined to find whatever it is.
.GONE✘s t r e n g t h s;;
trulyWE’REallMADhere..
--- Whether or not its is coincidence or not, Azaleah seems to have a way with the Earthen elements of the Dread. She hasn't picked up too much on this strength, but she's noticed the flowers often sway in the way she's travelling; as if they're attemting to follow her. When sitting in the meadows she moves her hands about and the flowers follow the movements she makes. While she finds it rather amusing, she hasn't really delved too far into the abilities that she may have. She's content for now being able to create a ballet of flowers in a meadow, but she could do so much more if she tried.
--- Despite her willowy figure she's rather graceful. The strongest gust of wind doesn't knock her down, she instead moves with it. It almost seems to ripple right over her. She moves with the ground, shifting with the breeze and flowing about as if she were a leaf left to the mercy of the wind. She doesn't lose her balance often, nor does she trip, stumble or falter in her steps. Her bare feet are almost one with the ground, as if they're able to predict any sort of obstical before they reach it. She can walk with ease over rocky terrains and has no problem with heated ground, her feet are calloused and mostly immune to the pain the ground could inflict upon her. She can climb trees, rocks and hills with the energy of a caffine induced child.
--- Being lost offers one a lot of free time to explore in odder talents that most people might miss within themselves. While sitting up in a tree she plucked at a leaf and played with it. She folded the little leaf into a heart shape. Ever since that moment she's dabbled in the art of origami. She can fold paper into the prettiest of origami animals or flowers. She doesn't do it very often, but when she has a bit of free time you can find her sitting in a meadow, plucking away at leaves and grass, making things out of the materials around her. It's nothing major but perhaps her ability to create and her deft fingers will come in handy later on.
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.GONE✘w e a k n e s s e s;;
trulyWE’REallMADhere..
--- Ever since her arrival in the Dread, Azaleah has been guided by nothing other than pure, chaotic recklessness. She has no fear to tug her back into sensible thinking, no concerns to keep her leashed to reality. More times than not, she has spoken or acted without much thought. She reacts purely based off of emotion and initial reaction. Unbound by fear, her reactions have often been thought of as offensive or negative when she means just the opposite. A gasp of curiosity can easily be thought of as a gasp of fear or disgust. She's gotten nasty glares and even yelled at for gawking and staring at a being--not because she finds it shocking, but rather interesting and enchanting. She's yet to really learn that most of the creatures wandering about the Dread aren't interested in being studied or observed at all--and this lack of knowledge could lead to some very bad situations.
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