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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:11 pm
 
Kingdom ↠ Alore
Position ↠ Prince
Full Name ↠ Michael Sera Leclair
Nickname ↠ Mike
Age ↠ 23
Birthday ↠ June 7th
Height ↠ 6'0"
Weight ↠ 224 lb
Powers ↡
Light Solidification - Anything that he can visualize in his mind he is able to make out of beams of light. The item is as stable as he wills it to be. In the war, he used this power to make the weapons he used in battle, but in his day to day life he has used it for anything that would make his life simpler.
Internal Glow - Unnoticeable during the day outside of the shifting colors in his eyes, Michael emits a glow from his insides out. He is able to make it stronger as needed, but he cannot ever make it stop. This was a curse at night on the battlefields, and it is also a curse when he tries to sleep. Surprisingly great for parties.
Personality ↡
From a young age, Michael was nothing but obedient and shy. There was a plan for his life and he was fully aware of it. Unfortunately, he was also always aware that he would never get to live for himself. It didn't stop him from finding the romance in the world around him and becoming something of a fanciful dreamer. He did what he needed to, he was the sort of man who would ask how high when told to jump. Yet, he never lost his kind heart or the empathy that his nursemaid taught him. Since the death of his wife, he has started to break down the abuse he suffered at her hands and attempt to work through what he wants out of his next marriage.
Political Opinion ↠ Unlike some of his compatriots, Mike doesn't really have a problem with Luna. The Mother Sun must give them light for a reason. Shahiti as well, seeing as they are two sides of the same coin. Siscia is the kingdom that truly freaks him out. The thought of the dead having a channel to speak to him through is the most terrifying idea to him.
Biography ↡
The Aloran royal family always held little love. The marriage between Luigi and Linda was always one of convenience. Linda was the younger sister of the king's best friend and always a bit of a wild card. She preferred going to parties, socializing, talking with friends and ignoring the great big war problem that was on Alore's doorstep. Luigi, on the other hand, was a hard worker who took great pains to extend the reach of his kingdom's influence. It was why he had agreed to marry the viscountess. Maybe if she would marry off and make a family of her own then she wouldn't be so reckless. It was a marriage of convenience and within a few short years little Michael was born.
With the birth of their son, Linda was ecstatic. Maybe not for the reason most people thought she would be. Having her first born be a son meant she never had to give birth to another child. She had done her due diligence to her husband and their kingdom. The Leclair's now had an heir. Even better, a male heir. With that, her role in the kingdom was finished and she went back to her tea parties and socializing. There was little love from his father as well, the man was too engrossed in trying to complete the work for both king and queen to pay much attention to his son. The only time Luigi was really able to make time to see his son was when there was bad news or they needed to have a talk about the expectations he had for Michael. He wouldn't be their last child, but he would be the child that earned most of their attention.
Unsurprisingly this left Michael mostly to himself, and from a young age he became extremely attached to the woman who did raise him. Midge was a kind woman, picked as Michael's nursemaid because she was the head butler's wife and had lost a son of her own right before he was born. As such, she treasured the Little Prince, as she affectionately called him. She was the one who made sure that Michael didn't spend all of his time on his father's extremely strict lesson plan, though it didn't stop him from trying. Desperate to try to please his father the small boy would spend hours sealed away in the family's library once he was old enough to read. Frequently, Midge would find him there having fallen asleep on the books and notes he was studying. This was how they learned of his power to glow when he was five.
Soon after they would learn of his ability to shape light. The power was extremely convenient when it came time for him to start learning how to use a sword. They would never have to worry about him being unable to find a training sword, and he developed a style of swordplay that catered to his powers over the years. Now long hours in the library were split as he would just as frequently be caught out in the training fields practicing his swings in an effort to make his weapons feel like a natural extension of his body or sparring with other trainees in an effort to master his abilities further. Rarely Midge would catch him training far beyond what he was mandated to. When that happened she would shoo him out into the orchards to play or to the dance studio to watch his little sister practice. The nursemaid was insistent that was what little boys did and Michael, always wishing to please the people around him, would obey.
Unfortunately, it didn't stop him from being particularly accident prone. His first accident happened when he was eight. One moment he'd been reading on the library's balcony to get a bit of fresh air, the next he had tumbled over the railing and down into a tree that would cut up his chest. The rest of the day was a blur of blood, concerned adults hovering over him, and healers. Unfortunately, the healers weren't able to prevent the significant cut down his chest from scarring over or save the n****e. It wouldn't be the last scar he would earn in such a clumsy fashion, by the time he was sixteen and ready to enlist for basic training in the war his body would be littered with similar scars. His only saving grace was that the scars he'd gotten up to this point where easily hidden beneath his clothes.
Coming out of basic training at barely seventeen, Michael was young and naive. He was simply a figurehead to parade around the front lines as a means to give the men and occasional woman a morale boost. After all, he was their precious crown prince. But the war was truly more vicious than he would have expected. Being little more than a child, he fully believed that everything Alore was doing was for the better of the entire world. How wrong that assumption was. Even in the early days of his deployment, the prince would see the worst of the front lines. Massacres, trenches, stalemates. He was there for it all. Which was how Nadine found him.
She was everything he wasn't. Sure of herself, of their cause. Sure that she wanted to bring Alore back to it's former glory. It was a beautiful sentiment. One that many had already found themselves getting swept up into. And she was kind to the little prince, offering him comfort and kind words when he needed it most. The duchess had the crown prince wrapped around her pinky, using him a shield in the war and having him attempt to teach her the way he had taught himself to fight. He'd barely been on the front lines for a few months before he was bringing her to the palace between skirmishes to meet the king and queen to ask for their blessing on the union. Once they agreed it was only a short matter of time before Michael was wed to the strong, beautiful Nadine. She sold him a lie, wanting to use his position as a stepping stone. A lie that he fell for hook, line, and sinker.
After the wedding was... different. The lies she had fed him where starting to crack open, the first of which being that she had been single when she approached Michael with a relationship in mind. No, Nadine had already had a lover. Another woman at that. Yet she still strung the young Michael along with promises that she loved him, knowing that she still needed him for whatever purpose she had sought him out for in the first place. It was the beginning of a cruel game of back and forth between Mirabella, Nadine, and Michael. For years he was strung along, all while trying to fight in a war that long preceded him. Nadine had grown colder with him by the month, leaving Michael with little hope for the loving marriage he once dreamed of. Overtime he stopped wearing his wedding ring, only keeping it for the appearance they needed to keep as a happy couple for the masses.
Things would change again during a rainy evening when he was twenty as he was walking the barracks. It had been especially slick after a gruesome battle and his footing slipped, having him stumbling into a trench face first. A rocky trench littered with scrap from the fighting. His face was mangled fairly badly and it was only by luck a healer found him concussed and mended his face mostly back together. There was no stopping his newest scar as it trailed down his face. This was the last straw Luigi would allow. Michael was called back from the front lines to take a more substantial role in the machinations of court.
At first he'd attempted to bring Nadine with him, but she claimed to miss her lover on the fields of battle and craved winning more lands for Radiant Alore. She only stayed within the palace for a little over a month before Michael, tired of listening to her complaints of the fresh scar on his face and his weak disposition allowed her to leave to the front lines once more. Occasionally he would receive a letter from his wife, learning something new about her whereabouts or some weakness of an enemy. Nothing about them were personal and over time he stopped reading them. Then they stopped coming. Then he got the notice about two years after he'd watched her ride back to the borders of Alore.
Nadine was dead. Died in battle as a martyr. It was almost the sort of end she would have manufactured for herself, if she had the option. All Mike could manage to muster at the news was a note to Mirabella advising her that he was sorry for her loss. That and relief. So much that it left him feeling guilty that he didn't feel anything else. They'd only been married for four years and only in her absence for the last two had he become genuinely aware of how little she cared for him. He could only pray it had not been the same for Mirabella.
He'd had little time to breathe before news came that the war was over. It felt like it had been maybe hours apart, even though he knew that couldn't be true. But now there was a school being built in the name of peace. One built by the Peacebringer, no less. As the heir apparent, it seemed like it was obvious to everyone but him that he would attend. But that was okay, for once his sister's attendance was announced his own made perfect sense. She would need a chaperone and he would do everything in his power to protect her.
Likes ↡
Sleeping
Reading
Eating
Soft bed sheets
Dislikes ↡
Waking up
Public speaking
Going outside
Talking about the past
Misc. Info ↡
Michael did not sleep well at night due to his power to glow. You would think that you would grow used to constant light, yet he has not and it keeps him awake or wakes him up some nights. He has taken to wearing Hyouden steel to lock away his powers to allow him respite.
He is extremely clumsy. His scars are from unlucky accidents, not the war. He's taken hits in battle, but never any that left a scar. They are:
☀︎Cheek/Neck - Tripping and tumbling down a trench in his war camp and catching a rock / some shrapnel on his face the wrong way.
☀︎Right Pectoral - Falling off of the library balcony and hitting a tree on the way down. He landed in the bushes and avoided being critically injured, but lost his right n****e.
☀︎Left Pectoral - Was thrown from a horse into a fence when he was learning to ride.
☀︎Left Shoulder Blade - Intentionally fell from a cliff into some rapids after the war before being carried to the shore.
☀︎Fingers/Hands - Various small scars and nicks from paper cuts due to all of his studying and practicing.
Out of everything, Michael's greatest wish is to be loved. His parents were preoccupied his entire childhood and he was mainly raised by his nursemaid and his butler. He never really got the chance to get to know his sister either. When his engagement to Nadine was announced, it left him hopeful that he could have a more loving family home than the one he grew up in. It was part of why he was willing to overlook some of the cruel things she told him. Now that she is gone, he is extremely wary of the idea of romance and does not believe he can be or deserves to be loved. That being said, he is starting to realize that some of the things Nadine said or did were wrong and said in bad faith.
Nadine was 24 when she proposed to Michael and 25 when they married. She died at 29. Michael was 17, 18, and 22 respectively.
He does not still have his wedding ring. He stopped wearing it before Nadine even passed because it was clear she did not love him and in the shuffle of her things getting packed up and sent back to her parents it was lost. There is no tan line on his finger since he stopped wearing it so long ago.
Despite his first reaction to drawing a weapon always being a short sword, Michael does not have a particular preference for a specific weapon. His preferred fighting style is to rapidly shift the light around him into whatever weapon best suits the moment.
Alore is full of farms and orchards, especially near the capital. Their most famous export being the Sera Apple and it was where he got his middle name. It is a crisp, tart apple that is keeps well for long periods and is good for both baking and eating raw. Because of this, Mike is a bit of a snob about apples due to his easy access to multiple fresh varieties. They do a lot of trade with Hyouden, exchanging food for coal and precious gems and Michael can speak fluent Hyouden as a result.
Theme Songs ↠ Link a motivation song here (Optional)
Username ↠ Kumako Shock
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:12 pm
Kingdom ↠ 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆
Position ↠ 𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒔
Full Name ↠ 𝑶𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑨𝒌𝒊𝒎𝒊
Nickname ↠ 𝒑𝒉𝒊
Age ↠ 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚
Birthday ↠ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 25𝒕𝒉
Height ↠ 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔
Weight ↠ 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒚-𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔
Powers ↡
VISUAL ILLUMINATION - Ophelia lost her eyesight due to an incident when she was younger. Well, not wholly; she can still somewhat see the blurry contrast between light and shadow. However, should something become concealed entirely in shadow, Ophelia cannot see it; there is only empty space. Since this accident, though, she has gained a new companion with a mind all on its own. The palm-sized orb appeared not long after her misfortune, and they found that its companionship significantly enhanced her eyesight, making it easier to distinguish contrasting colors and shapes more vividly. This Orb of light also helps illuminate people's emotions for Phi to better understand and gauge situations she might have missed due to her poor sight. When darkness is involved, the orb can float near it, illuminating details for her to pick up on. She also found that in moments of danger, she could use her orb to stun or blind others if she needed to escape.
LUMINESCENT MENDING - It's easy for Ophelia to heal minor injuries like pulled muscles, bruises, and small lacerations when in direct sunlight or using her orb whenever natural sunlight isn't available. However, should Ophelia wholly utilize the light from her orb, the healing will draw from her life force, stealing something away from her in the process. It's never safe for her to use that much energy or even attempt when there is no unfiltered light to pull from.
Personality ↡
Ophelia is an energetic and outgoing girl. Growing up, she deeply longed for genuine outside connection due to her mother's constant over-protecting nature and unbearable hovering. This leads her to be eccentric and bubbly around new people. She's trusting and excitable, giggly and a bit ditzy; she is often a bumbling light in a room. Don't worry; she is aware of this and knows she's not everyone's cup of tea. She'll tone it down if she's becoming too excitable, thanks to Orby's cheat sheet of colors warning her if she's becoming too much.
In all reality, her happy personality is a show that blinds people by offering all she can on one side of the spectrum so she can distract you from other, darker aspects of her life. Because you are Sunlight Ophelia, things roll off your back, and you never crack. Always tasked with being happy to heighten the moods of those around her and shoving down her own feelings and emotions to keep it that way. Growing up as a Duchess, she has a powerful sense of what is morally right and wrong. She tasks herself with finding the high road in every situation, even at great cost to herself. A nieve part of her hopes that everyone else will be the same, but she is mentally prepared to hide her disappointment now. Even so, she'll find a way to take a leap of faith with every person she meets.
Political Opinion ↠ Since her family tried their best to shelter her from the ongoings of other kingdoms, she couldn't form her own personal opinions on each kingdom, only from the stories travelers and gossipers shared. Take this with a grain of salt; often, they were outlandish stories made up by her imagination. She is delighted to hear of the war ending. Eagar to get out and demonstrate the beauty of her homeland, a heavenly place where the sky truly meets the earth. The one kingdom she is hesitant to face is Shahiti because of the pain and destruction they brought her family and territory during the war. While she hopes to harbor good relationships with them, she is doubtful.
Biography ↡
Ophelia grew up in an excitable and adventurous family that lived to experience everything Alore had to offer. The family cared for their people, traveled, mingled, hosted celebrations, and helped keep the spirit of sunlight alive within their motherland. At least, that was what Ophelia could remember from her bright youth. Things drastically changed when war broke out. Living on the outskirts of their mighty kingdom, Ophelia's home was one of the first to come under siege. Nothing could have prepared the radiant girl for the darkness that would overtake her family in one night.
Amid the devastating siege, Ophelia and her mother were forced to hide while her brother and father fought to protect what was left of their home. There was little the small girl could offer hidden away in the dark crevasses of their home. She would never forget the image scorned into her mind of her brother stumbling down the steps, a trail of blood streaming from where his right arm should have been. Ophelia's mother tried to staunch the flow, but little could be done to save him due to the blood already lost. Ophelia couldn't just stand back and watch the light fade from his eyes. Hands pressed against the wound, Ophelia's light poured out of her, pulsing from her fingers in a feeble attempt to keep his heart beating. It was the first time she'd ever attempted to heal with no natural light to pull from, and Ophelia found herself unable to stop the light pouring from her until his arm was reconstructed entirely. While her brother lived to fight another day, with no scare to showcase his failings, Ophelia learned the cost of healing with no sunlight. Slipping into a dream state for nearly a fortnight to regain her strength, the world that met her was forever changed when she awoke.
Learning to live in a new world with no defining feature was difficult for Ophelia. Accustomed to enjoying every little detail throughout the day, her brightness drastically dimmed as she tried to navigate the fuzzy world of shadows she was thrown into. Her sadness was so profound that her mother began to worry for her well-being, searching the land for some cure. While her father didn't have time to support a stunted daughter emotionally -- He took her brother and left for their second home to continue a proper upbringing. Her mother told her that this was so her jealousy wouldn't cause her to fall deeper into her internal darkness, but Ophelia could see it for what it was- there was no point in teaching her more if she couldn't correctly socialize with others.
Her brother sent many letters during their separation, and her mother, reading them aloud, was excited to share they would visit them for the winter months. It was on this trek that they came across another war-torn home. Ophelia worked diligently to care for the people who survived, placing her feelings to the side while she worked on saving the lives of warriors and noblemen. It was after this that Ophelia gained her forever companion. Call it divine intervention, but after losing multiple people, an orb of light she assumed was meant for the heavens stayed behind. The orb granted Ophelia enough visual illumination to live almost naturally, but only when the orb was near. It seemed whoever it belonged to had just as much energy as Ophelia did herself, bumbling from place to place.
Ophelia's family still hovered as she grew with her new companion, watching her every move, leading her by hand, and covering her from the dark news surrounding the kingdom. With her brother called to the front lines, She tried her hardest to fall back into the place of a Lady, but it was difficult for her to move past her disability with her family constricting her.
Then news came of the war's end.
Ophelia couldn't have shined brighter when her brother returned to her. War, however, had changed him- no longer the soft boy she had grown accustomed to. Instead, a hardened man stood before her. When news came that they would attend an academy with other royalty and nobility, Ophelia was ecstatic and eager to build bonds and relationships. On the other hand, her brother disappeared in the night, avoiding an unavoidable duty.
Likes ↡
► Swimming - really any large body of water; she loves watching the sunlight move and dance above and below the water.
► Sweet and savory treats - There is such a thing as too sweet. So Ophelia loves it when something is there to balance it out.
► Movement - Sitting still isn't an option for her; she often sways from one foot to another or plays with her hands and hair. She can't sit still when a good meal is involved, so she adds a little wiggle to showcase her enjoyment. Don't even get her started on dancing. The girl will do it whenever she gets the chance.
► Stories - She loved books at one point in time. But since she can't see the small print well enough, she enjoys it when others share the stories with her. Better use voices, too- don't half-a** it.
► Things that sparkle- She is a crow at heart, picking up shiny stones and collecting glittery objects whenever they catch her feeble eye. Her room is decorated with windchimes and light catchers, casting it in a kaleidoscope of color.
Dislikes ↡
◄ Darkness/Shadows - Unless her orb is freely moving through the shadows to produce light, Ophelia cannot see anything concealed within them. It's just an empty mass of black. She feels like she is suffocating in the darkness.
◄ Hovering - She hates it when people hover her. She knows they want to help her, but she likes feeling independent. She doesn't want to rely on other people fully. So don't be offended when she rejects your help - she will come to you when she needs it. HA- no she won't
◄ Crass behavior - Don't be rude. Or catch these glittery hands.
◄ Warm drinks - It's either Hot or Cold; we aren't drinking lukewarm anything.
◄ Rain storms - Especially if there is no lightning to illuminate the sky periodically. Dark downpours offer her little to no enjoyment since her orb cannot move freely through them.
Misc. Info ↡
✴ Color for speech - ✴✴✴✴ #d9005b
✴ Ophelia enjoys physical touch - wrapping her hands around someone's arm when walking, scratching their back, playing with their hair. It's a love language for her. She's addicted to the feeling of pressure on her nail beds.
✴ She's often wearing color-blocked clothing or simple dresses with hints of Opal jewelry scattered on her person - wanting the jewelry to be the main focus of her outfits.
✴ Ophelia loves to draw people out of their shells - it's like a sick game for her.
✴ The light others cast around them naturally gives Ophelia the hints on the emotions she would often miss in social settings.
✴ She is ambidextrous - not that it fukin matters. She can't see what she's writing.
✴ If she's not useful to someone, what's the point?
✴She enjoys blob people watching
✴ The last thing she wants to be is a burden. She'll forever say "I've got this" even with tears in her eyes.
✴ She loves to go on adventures and hates that she shouldn't do it alone.
✴ When the sun is awake, she is awake. She would rather be sleeping the moment it gets dark unless you have a valid reason to keep her awake.
✴ It's in her best interest to isolate when she is struggling. Her misery does not enjoy the company.
✴She was never really trained in self-defense; but even with her small frame, she knows one solid move to bring a man to his knees. Her brother taught her.
✴ Has no offensive abilities - but she will blind your a** and run away. Protect me, please
✴ She loves everyone - You are not special.
✴ If you manage to upset her, Ophelia keeps her orb of sunlight away from you so she doesn't have to see your face.
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Username ↠ Rob-n-H00d
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:12 pm
Kingdom ↠ Alore
Position ↠ Duchess
Full Name ↠ Mirabella Rousseau
Nickname ↠ Mimi, Bella
Age ↠ 24
Birthday ↠ March 21st
Height ↠ 5'8"
Weight ↠ 155 lbs.
Powers ↡
Solar Healing - Proof that Mother Sun blesses her, Mirabella can heal from sickness or injury when bathed in the light of day. Crimson light covers wounds and flakes
Solar Empowerment - Because Mother Sun recognizes her devotion, Mirabella can harness solar rays to enhance her physical capabilities. When doing so her hair changes to a red matching her eyes, both taking on a brilliant glow. When she really exerts herself, an aura of similar radiance surrounds her body as well. Though the dreadful night separates her from Mother's blessing, she is still able to store limited amounts of power so that she may shine even in the darkest of eves.
Personality ↡
When Mirabella finds something she wants to do, she stops at nothing until she's the best she can be at it. Then she keeps going until she's the best, period. She's always had an arrogance to her, and her many victories in the war have only solidified that pompous nature. Still, Mirabella has a sense of honor to her. Victory only matters when it's something that she's properly earned; anything else is meaningless to her. She cares little for niceties or mind games, preferring to be direct whenever possible. If she thinks lesser of you she'll say it to your face, and she has a long list of people to do that to. That being said, she also greatly values hard work and admires those who put their all into improving themselves.
Political Opinion ↠ Mirabella holds a high opinion of Funkazan, whose people hold Mother Sun in a similarly high regard as Alore does. She also has a good opinion of Mars, as while they are warmongers they're at least upfront about it. Musique to her consists of fanciful cowards who would rather play the triangle than put up a fight. Corthyr's use of poisonous bioweapons over true combat leaves a bad taste in her mouth. Phronese is so sad it's almost cute; a kingdom based around knowledge but yet they can't figure out they're beneath the land of light. But the worst offender in her eyes is Luna, worshipers of the deceitful moon. She holds even Shahiti in higher regard; at least they know how to commit to a theme. While the deceitful moon's presence at night makes up for the setting sun, it shouldn't forget whose light it reflects. Finally, she generally distrusts people from Stilicidium. The moon controls the tide, after all, so they might as well be Lunarian Jrs.
Biography ↡
From an early age, Mirabella felt like something was missing in her life. Despite living in the lap of luxury among the elite of Alore, she found it all ever so vapid. For people who praised the sun so passionately, most were ever so dim. They sat in their ivory towers while a world war was going on and Alore could very likely be a casualty if they did not get themselves together. Yes, diplomacy was important, and those who put in actual work played an important part in securing the country's future. But that often came with compromises and false promises from all parties, a far cry from the purity the Mother Sun's light provided for Alore most of all. It wasn't where her heart was, where she was supposed to be.
Once Alore became directly engaged in the conflict and the very casualties she worried about came to fruition, she knew she had to do something. It was clear to her, now more than ever, that the laziness she saw in the court put her kingdom in grave danger. And so it was that Mirabella herself enlisted in the front lines...and promptly got her a** handed to her in basic training. But this did not deter her, quite the opposite. This was the first time that something was a challenge for her, and she absolutely loved it.
After a long period of physical training, she attempted to enlist again and met the physical requirements. But this wasn't enough for her. The young woman made sure she was performing better than anyone and everyone she could find to compete with. And she didn't stop until she won. Moreover, she gained more than a position in the army when she showed herself to be combat ready. She also became someone's chosen. She became her warrior of light.
Having earned the respect of her peers beyond what a mere title could provide, Mirabella clawed her way through the battlefield like a lioness stomping out ants. The experience was exhilarating; this was what she was missing! The thrill of combat brought her the adrenaline rush she'd been looking for all her life. There was no diplomatic nonsense on the battlefield; although the circumstances behind these battles could be murky, the fighting that she indulged in was pure. All of the other bullshit was left at the door and Mirabella loved every second of that. For the first time in her life she truly felt alive.
By the final days of the war, Mirabella made quite a name for herself. While she was no Marie Anne Gunter, to many that brought no comfort. Marie was the type to show mercy, Mirabella did not. Her ferocity only intensified when her beloved was taken from the world, doing everything she could to make the world that she and her beloved had envisioned a reality. And so when Marie, in her supreme arrogance, decided to bring about a global armistice, Mirabella was absolutely furious. The traitor had the nerve to not only abandon her nation to make some silly little new nation, but couldn't even allow her homeland to claim the final victory? The sheer nerve of that woman drove her insane!
And then, then she sends an invitation to Mirabella's door for some stupid little "school for peace"? Mirabella put it in the fireplace where it belonged.
But the idea still lingered in Mirabella's mind. It was such a stupid idea, and yet week after week she would hear of more royals flocking to the Academy. Even those of her own disgraced nation had the gall to enter. Though that in itself didn't surprise her, to know that her own people would bend backwards for that woman infuriated her to no end. And having grown so accustomed to letting her anger out by letting loose on the battlefield, she felt more stifled than ever being stuck in court life again. If she felt out of place there before, those feelings were amplified thousandfold now that she had experienced a place where she shined almost as bright as the Mother Sun herself.
She did, however, have someone she was furious with and her exact location. And so it was that Mirabella made her way to Utopia, eager to see how it would all come to ruin and determined to secure Aloran supremacy along the way. After all, she (and her kingdom) deserved nothing less.
Likes ↡
Steak
Combat
Sunbathing
Competition
Outlandishly large weapons
Dislikes ↡
Marie and her band of lowly traitors
Childish, whiny, bubblegum bitches from Stilicidium aka Bonita aka the Great Value brand knockoff
Deception
Cheap alcohol
You
Misc. Info ↡
#c42320 for speech and thoughts
Mirabella's hair and aura glow golden like the sun normally, but she's trained herself to make them match her eyes because she's just built like that.
Of the servants at Utopia, Mirabella has selected 3 to act as her personal chosen: Avira, Phoebe, and Sorcha. After a incident involving herself and duchess Alkmene Kallis, the two have agreed to join exclusivity to Avira's services.
Ever since she learned of Ad Saxum's victory over The Sundertaker in their fated final battle, Mirabella has been praying for the chance to take on the champion wrestler herself. A shame he retired.
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Theme Songs ↠
Not My Fault
Daughter
BOA
Little Soldiers
Yellow Flicker Beat
Username ↠ Beyond The Time
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