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Character Name: Sadira
Dust Essence: Lotus Blossom
Gender: Female
Powers:
Euphoria:
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The smell of a Lotus is said to be powerful enough that it sought after for both perfumes and candles. When Sadira is frightened, she is able to release a form of that scent. The air around her becomes heavy with a sweet fragrance that fills the senses of anyone close enough to inhale. Once in the person’s system, they begin to feel happy and joyful to the point of pure ecstasy. Sadira uses this as a chance to run.


Appearance: How does one describe the beauty of a flower?
Sadira was born with a looks more commonly found in the Far East. White hair comes forth from her head and as it passes her shoulders, it begins to turn a soft pink. By the time it ends at her lower back, it has turned fully pink. Looking at her face, one would see a pair of soft golden eyes that blinked with child-like inexperience. Between them, her small nose and soft lips shaped like a little cupid’s bow. Her skin has a pink under glow that appears to soften her body as if looking at the petals of a lotus itself. Finally taking her body, one would see soft folds of fabric covering her modestly. The clothes would be seen as silk Chinese garb colored with pinks, whites, and accented in green.
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Distinguishing Features: …

Personality: Shy, Perfectionist, Peaceful, Polite

Sadira’s soft appearance is matched by her quiet nature. The child dislikes loud noises or animated individuals so when she comes across someone that is full of energy, the little Lotus girl will run away and hide. Normally she wants to dive under a table or behind a basket but in situations where even such won’t make the bad noises go away; she will take to running down the streets in distress. Sera has had to run after her charge several times when events take place in the middle of town as Sadira does not pay attention to where she is going when in this state. What Sera has taken to doing is slowly trying to redirect Sadira’s anxiety. After noticing this a few times, she has taught the child to close her eyes whisper the something she learned after leaving home:
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain*

Yet if the tone has not reached its peak yet, Sadira does have a hidden bravery within that allows her to move between the two parties. The child wants peace in the world and has yet to understand that some people just cannot get along. She sometimes sees small debates as preludes to a fight and will step in the middle just to change the topic. Normally she won’t say anything but just look with sad eyes towards everyone. This causes her ‘mother’ a bit of embarrassment when she has to come up and politely remove Sadira. But her love of the girl keeps her from too much anger.

The one thing about the child Sera is more than grateful for is that this little girl does not seem to have the childhood desire to ask a thousand and one questions. Sure Sadira will look at her mother for clarity and sometimes even mumble a soft ‘What are they doing?’ but nothing loud, over the top, or annoying such as the endless strings of ‘why why why’.

That lack of a voice is rather worrisome though. Sadira is a quiet child not just out of fear of loud noises but just in general. She seems to speak more with her eyes and hands than the voice Sera knows is there. It makes a mother worry that her child might never speak of things she has seen or experienced and leaves her praying that nothing ever happens to the young girl for if it did, she might never gain a voice.

For all her quiet means and soft nature, there is one single moment that brings her out of the shell surround her. The child HATES a mess! Dirty, mud, dust and clutter seem to be her mortal enemy and she will rage a silent battle on them from dawn to dusk until the war has been won. Her ‘mother’ can already see signs of OCD cleaning starting to form. While she might be slightly worried about how it will develop, it does mean she never has to worry about the dishes being done after dinner.


*taken from Dune

Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Sweet Smells, Everything clean, Honey, Candles, Koi Fish
Dislikes: Violence, Mud, Chaos, Tomatoes, Frogs, Darkness

Hobbies:
Playing the Flute
Arranging Flowers

Anything Else:
Bottle Being Found: Sadira’s bottle will be found in the mud. Thrown like litter. Her guardian will find it and go to throw it away before finding that it had a soft, pink look to it. Something that just made her smile.


Name: Sera Alexander
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Description:
Hair Color: Blonde – just above her shoulders
Eye Color: Blue – large eyes
Skin Color: Pale Tan
Height: 5'5''
Weight: You ask...you die
Attire: Depends on the day but she always has a gold and sapphire ring on her right hand

Personality:
Sera is what one could call a jagged edged sword. Thought lovely to look at and admire, she is not an easy woman to get along with. Stubborn to a fault, a deep perfectionist, and just a tad bossy, she is not the type of woman people enjoy working for. However, her employers love what she does because they know that she won’t short change them on quality.

Don’t be mistaken though. Even if a stone glare can cause a grown man to shut his mouth, Sera does have her soft spots. The woman is one of the biggest animal lovers one can meet. She will fight any one if they wish to destroy a home of another living creature (other than people since that’s just business).

It should also be noted that Sera has a bit of a short fuse. Being a perfectionist making that fuse even shorter when it comes to her work. Slightly vain, she knows that being attractive can sell when talent fails.

History: Being the youngest of a very old fashion family never mixed well with Sera’s developing nature. She comes from parents who believed in the old saying ‘a woman is to be seen, not heard.’ Add to this to three older brothers, a workacholic carpenter of a father, and a mother whose only wish was for her daughter to bring wealth to their suffering and you have the makings of a final break down. Thirteen was the magic number.

It was on a rainy afternoon that Sera felt the last thread of patience snap within. She was tired of being bruised for things she could not do. Never once had her parents praised her for how clean she kept the siblings rooms. One could count on their left hand how many times she had been told she was loved under this roof. So with a bleeding left arm from where her mother’s own needles had stuck, Sera threw down the shirt she had been mending and stormed out of this house.

She would never speak about what happened to her from the time she was thirteen until eighteen but most thought she was dead. However, against all odds, she had found herself as a student to an architect. Top in her class and working small projects here and there, the now young woman had moved herself away from her family home. This was where work is more plentiful and she can be a woman, not a porcelain doll.

~saves~

Sorry for the delay but I gave Sadira the well needed overhaul.
I think she is much better. ^_^

Hope you enjoy the powers

Those powers gave me issues....but from what I have seen, sounds like everyone has problems....<3

I decided to work a bit more on the appearance. Each place is different and I know so shops like more abstract while others more details in it for the artist. Maybe this is better?

BP had asked me questions about her dealing with later run in with demons. That's why I had it there. ^_^

Very cleaver idea. I was trying to get the nerves across but didn't think of that. *writes in solution and development*

I left the second paragraph because I wasn't sure if you meant I should take it out or not....

Hope it's better. heart

Ah, I understand! Yeah I just (personally) feel that descriptions are so much more powerful when we can actually spell out beauty without using the word itself. :9 It's not a make-or-break deal so it's no worry. >v
Oh okay! I should have probably read her crits too, ahahaha. /guiltyface

Yesssss~ I understood she was scared/the nerves were in play but I still wanted to see how you'd handle the situation. /sneakybastard/ And what you did is lovely, so no qualms there!

And no need to take it out, it was more like an observation. :9 You CAN take it out though and your description wont be any less for it, though. C:

ALRIGHT. I'll say this quest is approved and talk with BP to make sure. I'll change the title and lock the thread if she agrees! Congratulations!