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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:11 pm
 
Kingdom ↠ Alore
Position ↠ Prince
Full Name ↠ Eko Sitompul (Luca Osbert Aelius)
Nickname ↠ N/A
Age ↠ 24
Birthday ↠ November 7
Height ↠ 5'8"
Weight ↠ 179 lbs
Powers ↡
Cleansing Light - Eko can summon swarms of light in the shape of butterflies, birds, manta rays, and even whales, the touch of which can purify water, boost a person’s immune system, reduce pain, lighten moods, physically lift a person, and even heal illness–but he must be feeling some measure of joy in order to summon enough to perform such miracles.
Double Edged Water - Eko can manipulate water, but only in smaller quantities, as it drains him too much, too quickly to move more than a jug’s worth at a time. He can use it as a weapon, or a tool to heal physical wounds, and has learned to use it with such precision that he can safely manipulate the liquid in a person’s body if need be.
Personality ↡
Eko is a weary man who would like to stop caring, but somehow tends to find himself doing so anyway. He curses himself for his empathy with those who are troubled, and tries to wall off his compassion from those in need of it, because caring for the people he has left is already too draining, the knowledge that he’ll one day lose them, too, just too great a weight to bear. Sequestering himself away to smoke and drink and work is easy, pushing others away is easy, sarcasm and biting humor is easy. Hatred and anger are old friends that visit too easily and too readily. Some days it’s only sheer spite that gets him moving out of bed. Some days even that’s not enough. Because happiness is hard, and temporary, and harder for the loss of it.
Political Opinion ↠ Eko despises all who would claim Thah as their home, and Funkazan isn't much further down on the list of things he hates. He hasn't had much experience with the rest of the world, but he's found Mars to be worthy of respect for their ferocity in battle, while Corthyr fascinates him. He honestly hasn't given too much thought to the other countries involved in the war.
Biography ↡
Eko was born on the mainland in a small village that sat above the Arborek River in houses that towered over the slow currents on wooden stilts. His parents were the owners of a sleepy little inn that saw just enough customers to keep them afloat, and they lived there with him and his little sister, Mega. Even with the war reaching a fever pitch, few were concerned about it coming to their doorstep; they were too far inland from the border, and had little more to offer than fish, so surely they were a low value target.
The realization that they were wrong came about too late in Eko’s ninth summer, when a stranger arrived looking for a place to stay for the night. He was welcomed into the inn, and was subject to many curious questions from the siblings that he handled with good grace until their parents shooed them away. Bored, Eko and Mega headed downriver to play with their friends well into the afternoon.
A game of catching fireflies was interrupted by a great rumble, and the river abruptly rose over their heads before plunging down to their ankles. The once crystal clear water ran brown with mud and debris, and the children looked upon it in dismay. The Arborek only fell this low during drought, and never so quickly; something was wrong, but what? At a loss for what else to do, they began to hurry home when the boy furthest ahead of the group let out a gut wrenching scream. They all watched in horror as bodies gently bobbed toward them in the shallow water, limp and wounded more terribly than Eko had ever seen before. More children cried out as they recognized friends and family, and with dread building in his heart, Eko dragged Mega the rest of the way to the village to find a dam of rubble and debris where their homes once stood. He would have rushed to the remains to try digging his parents out with his bare hands if another scream hadn’t risen up.
Eko looked up in time to see his friend Perak get crushed beneath a great rock, his scream cut short. There were more cries, and the children scattered into the jungle surrounding either side of the river, Eko and Mega among them. They grasped each other’s hands tightly as they ran as fast as they could, the dying screams of their friends echoing out all around them. Mega was sobbing too loudly, stumbling clumsily over roots and foliage. Eko’s terror rose. They were too slow, too loud, they were going to get caught, crushed like Perak, they were going to die–
Then Mega tripped, her hand slipping from his, and for two seconds Eko thought he could leave her, he could run faster without her, he could hide, he could live–
And maybe he would have if he hadn’t heard people walking through the underbrush. Hauling his sister up to shove her beneath some of the thick vegetation, he clapped his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, though he was frightfully certain their rapid heartbeats would give them away. The men drew nearer and nearer until they were nearly on top of them, and Eko hardly dared to breathe with them so close. Then the greenery parted to reveal a familiar face looming above them. The stranger from earlier that day.
His gaze locked with the stranger’s. That should have been the moment they died, but instead the stranger only lifted a single finger to his lips, and let the leafy foliage fall back over the siblings. They waited, hearts in their throats, as they listened to the stranger speak in a foreign tongue to the other men, drawing them away from their hiding spot. For hours afterward, Eko couldn’t bring himself to move from that spot.
Dawn was near the horizon when he finally felt it safe to leave, shaking Mega awake and beginning the trek to the nearest village. Later, he wouldn’t be able to recall much of the journey; not of how long it took or what route they traveled, but only of Mega’s hand clinging to his own, of refusing to let her go. He was too shaken for hope, but he had thought they would find help, adults who could make sense of things, only to arrive in the next village too late. Soldiers–Thah soldiers, as Eko would later learn their garb identified them as–had already passed through before them, leaving only more death and destruction behind.
One bit of good did come of their arrival, however: they had the luck of reuniting with his friends Zafar and Kartini, who had also managed to escape the slaughter. Together, the four of them headed deeper into Stilicidian territory until they finally found a village that remained untouched by violence. It was there that they relayed the news of the attack, and word was sent to the nearest Stilicidian military outpost to investigate the claim.
As it turned out, the military was already well aware of the attacks, and were struggling to push the invaders back to the border. With danger so near, it was determined that it would be safest for Eko, Mega, their friends, and other local children to be escorted by wounded soldiers to a city off the coast. They were far from the only ones fleeing slaughter on the road, and as soon as the four were dropped off at an overcrowded orphanage, it felt as though the world had forgotten them.
It was an enormous adjustment, living in that orphanage. No longer did they have a stable community to depend on for food, clean water, and a roof over their heads; instead it became a constant struggle to keep just one of their number warm and fed, even more so all four. The war was flooding their new dwelling with displaced children while in the same breath draining the area of resources, and though Eko had been raised to condemn stealing, he quickly wound up resorting to it to ensure his sister’s wellbeing. It was an uphill battle to get good at it, but he had Zafar and Kartini to watch his back, and together they ran rampant on the streets with few adult eyes to supervise them. It wasn’t long before other children saw their success and began to flock to them, offering up skills, knowledge and resources to increase their own chances for survival. They banded together with dozens of orphans to form a gang that looked out for their own, and it was likely due to this that Eko survived the perils that he watched take the lives of other, less lucky, less connected children.
However, what truly made them successful, what helped support the fastest and largest growing gang of youths in the city of Panmerah, was a secret Eko had once sworn to his mother he would never show his father: when he was having a good day, he could summon creatures of light that warded away sickness, both of the body and the mind. When plague broke out within Panmerah’s walls, it was his people who suffered the least amount of deaths, and people took notice. Word began to spread. Infants and the elderly were brought to him, and initially Eko turned them away, distrustful and uncertain…until Mega urged him not to, her heart still soft and open where his was hardening and closing off. Reluctantly, he and the others allowed these outsiders in, though sometimes Eko had to turn them away regardless when he could not summon the light creatures no matter what rituals he thought to conduct. More and more he found it twisted something inside him to have to tell people no when they came to him for help, and he sought out a local salt priest for a solution.
Eko may not have been very familiar with the coastal religion popular in Panmerah, having been raised on freshwater, but it was certainly less alien than the folk who worshipped such things as the Deep Ones, and it was in the Salthouse that he met Lamarr, a practical man who interrupted his argument with a more zealous priest. Lamarr listened to his concerns about the fickleness of the spirits he could summon, and through many more conversations over the following days, showed Eko that what he summoned was of his own heart, his own soul, and not the spirits whose stories he had been raised on. “Your body was shaped by the water, but your heart reflects sunlight,” the priest told him as he measured the lines on Eko’s palm, before warning the boy to be careful who he shared this information with. The world was at war with itself, and did not take kindly to those with mixed blood.
It was only then that it occurred to Eko that his father may not have been the man who sired him. It haunted him for weeks as he went about his daily life doing odd jobs, looking after his people, and visiting Lamarr to learn how to heal torn flesh with gentle water. Eventually, he settled on the fact that the truth of his birth mattered little when the man he knew as his father had been a good one, and now lay buried in the river he raised him on.
His tutelage under Lamarr’s wing came to an end when the priest learned that his light spirits purified even the most holiest of substances from water, and while the man could admit this was good for creating safe drinking sources, it went against the principles of a salt priest. Eko still had a friend in him, but not a teacher, and was left to explore his magic on his own from thereon. He continued to take in those who needed healing, accepting whatever method of payment they could provide, whether it was coin or a good joke, or rice or a favor. He understood well the pain of having nothing, and could not bring himself to take more from those who suffered much the same as he did, though he would not reject what they gave him. He viewed it more from a stance of practicality than kindness, but many others did not; they paid his kindnesses forward, and the reputation of his gang softened. They still did what they had to in order to survive, but they helped others where they could, and few messed with them when so many had found themselves or their loved ones experiencing the touch of his cleansing light or healing water.
Yet, through all this and the subsequent years, as he and his friends worked to make life better, the war never strayed far from their minds or their lives. Thah’s damming of the Arborek–the erasure of their home–could not be buried nor forgotten, only set aside as they were distracted by more immediate concerns while the war largely stayed beyond the walls of Panmerah.
Until it didn’t.
Thah was attempting to push Stilicidium back into the sea, and Panmerah was one more city put under siege. Eko was just shy of enlistment age, but when he saw Zafar and Kartini get recruited to fend the enemies off, he couldn’t simply stand by and watch. Those in charge didn’t ask twice when he told them he was eighteen, and suited him with ill-fitting armor and weapons before giving him a post at one of the city gates, which may have been what saved his life as Thah soldiers joined their earth magic to make the city’s foundations collapse. Panmerah’s militia fought back, drawing the ocean to their side, but it was a losing battle, and Eko bolted to find the ones he loved most. The air was awash with screaming and wailing, but he managed to find Mega, injured but alive, as well as a number of gang members who were gathering as many survivors as they could to evacuate the city. Though his fighting experience was low, Eko escorted them out to the beach, gathering more militia members along the way to protect them, and reuniting with Zafar and Kartini. Many simply walked or dove into the waves, capable of surviving underwater, while the rest found what boats they could to push out and hop in.
The problem was that the only one among the Arborek children who could breathe underwater was Kartini, and Thah soldiers were gaining on them fast. To buy everyone else time, Kartini stayed behind to hold off the enemy while Eko and Zafar got their borrowed boat beyond Thah’s reach. Their hopes that she would catch up to them were dashed when they watched her die on the sand she stood upon, slaughtered alongside her fellow Stilicidians who had joined her in defending the survivors. Eko’s bitter tears slipped into the sea for days afterward, all his rage and despair rushing back in a tidal wave of heartbreak he could no longer set aside. When they arrived on the island of Wēconati, he and Zafar made a pact to get back at the Thah dogs that had caused them such grief. They would join the King’s army, and fight back in the name of Kartini…in the name of Panmerah and Arborek, and everyone they had lost.
The prospect of leaving his sister behind was a painful one, but once they were sure Mega was settled with their most trusted people, Eko returned to the mainland with Zafar, where they joined the military. They went through a couple weeks of rushed training before they were sent off to join the troops that were steadily pursuing and pushing Thah back toward what had once been their borders. Eko was quickly positioned as their squad’s healer while Zafar proved himself one of their best warriors, tall and broad enough to take on all of Thah himself.
With orders to hold the border as best as they could, Eko watched the push and pull between the two nations first hand, with long periods of tense boredom punctuated by fierce, brutal combat. He played cards and got drunk more often than he would ever care to admit for lack of anything better to do in the midst of waiting for Thah’s turn to come, but at least it wasn’t in bad company, as he largely got along okay with his comrades. When the occasional skirmish or ambush occurred, he took a reasonable amount of gladness in killing Thah soldiers, but it was far from the glorious quest for vengeance he had always imagined it to be. Rations were tough and tasteless, there was too much waiting between battles, dysentery took out more soldiers than their enemies did, and the fights themselves snuffed out lives as quickly and easily as one blew out a candle. He could find no joy on the battlefield, and thus could only count on water that killed more than it saved.
Two years into receiving orders to maintain the border, a routine patrol yielded an ambush by more Thah soldiers that took the squad by surprise. They struck from below, crippling their horses, and burying half their number. Zafar wound up pinned beneath his own steed and a curtain of rock, begging for help or relief, and Eko tried to tend to him as his comrades bought them time, but he quickly realized there was no time. No time to dig him out, no time to heal him, no time to escape, and Zafar…Zafar saw it in his face.
“You have to run,” he urged, “get the rest of our unit.”
“I can’t leave you,” Eko insisted, and Zafar choked out a laugh.
“S’all right, I’ll be here when you get back.”
Eko and what remained of his squad fled, reuniting with their unit along the way, and returning to the scene of the ambush as they overran their enemy. Zafar was right where Eko had left him, but it was too late, and Eko felt as though every half way healed remnant of himself shattered all over again. He went through the motions for months, the only thing keeping him from following after his friends and family being the few letters he received from Mega, who remained safe and sound in Wēconati, falling in love and talking of starting her own family in spite of the horrors happening all over Lomacht. Eventually, as things fell into another stalemate, he was called for reassignment at the front lines against Funkazan, where the environment was drastically different from what he was familiar with. People died in new, brutal ways, but there were far fewer things that reminded him of home, or made him think of those he had lost. It was simpler, easier, to focus on merely surviving, healing his allies, and ignoring the nightmares that plagued him in his sleep. He spent a great deal of his time smoking and drinking when he wasn’t tending to steaming, screaming patients. His water ran red, and too many died under his care from infection alone while he began to flinch away from the heat of the campfires. The war seemed endless.
Yet, end it did, and Eko could hardly remember the last several months he spent on the battlefield. All he knew was he was tired of fighting. Tired of all the blood and pain…and still so angry. So angry he was sick with it, and tired of being sick. He returned to Wēconati to find his sister waiting for him, married and pregnant with her first child. Her husband was a man he had known growing up in Panmerah, one of several people who had promised to look after Mega, and Eko could only be grateful that he had stuck true to his word. She had remained safe and happy without him for years, which was all he could have asked for, and more than he had feared. They brought him into the fold of their new community, where he reconnected with old faces and met new ones. He learned that what remained of their gang of orphans were doing their best to give back to the island that had provided them with so much, bettering the slums, looking after their neighbors, taking in displaced children…they were building a good life for themselves, and Eko couldn’t help feeling left behind.
It was Mega who noticed his increasing restlessness first, and after many late night conversations she suggested he return to his roots: start with Panmerah, and help people. Anyone. Everyone. The war had only just ended, and healing and reconstructing was only just beginning; he ought to find purpose in healing those who couldn’t find or afford a decent doctor, and the more he thought on it, the more the idea appealed. One day he bid goodbye to his sister once more, kissing her on the cheek and promising to keep in touch before setting sail for Panmerah.
Stepping foot on the beach where Kartini had her last stand, he found the city was in the process of rebuilding. Some who had survived the slaughter by hiding in the waves had remained for all these years, making their home amid the rubble, and among them was the salt priest Lamarr, who welcomed him warmly into his much more modest abode. When Eko admitted to being there to provide whatever aid he could, Lamarr gladly introduced him to his neighbors, and then their neighbors, and their neighbors’ neighbors. As he had done so many years before, Eko accepted only what he was given in exchange for his work, and found himself well liked for it. He was given home cooked meals, iridescent seashells, and stories that shocked laughter out of him, but the payment he valued most was when he was shown to the mass grave that had been hastily made for those who had died that last day of the siege. There was a plan to finally give everyone within a proper burial, and volunteering was like sucking in a breath to hold. He labored with the locals for days, digging up every body, and searching for anything that could distinguish Kartini from the others. He found Stilicidians buried alongside the Thah folk that had killed them…or were killed by them, told apart only by the style of their clothing, and sometimes not even then…until finally…finally, he found Kartini.
He wept for the first time in years, and he laughed and he cried, and he found himself telling her everything he could as he carried her remains to her final resting place. He promised to go to the border to find Zafar’s body so that they could be together again, unaware of the eyes that were drawn to him as butterflies made of pure light began to manifest around him, dozens of tiny flapping wings leaving glowing particles in the air that made breathing easier. He spoke to her long into the night, slept beside her grave, and woke to the local aunties bringing him food and water so that he could continue speaking to her for the rest of the day until he finally buried her. His grief never shrank or faded, but he was so relieved to have been able to touch her one last time, to have cradled her and carried her home, and he knew he had to do the same for Zafar.
Eko lingered in Panmerah for several more weeks before finally departing to begin his journey to the border, determined to find his friend, but his feet claimed hardly a mile before he was hailed by men in foreign dress.
“Are you Eko of Arborek, son of Yumna Sitompul, wielder of creatures of light?”
Warily, he admitted he was, and soon wished he hadn’t as they explained that they had come in search of him so that he could meet someone of great importance in Alore, someone who had known his mother. It did not seem wise to decline when he was outnumbered, and reluctantly he accompanied them back to the country of light, his curiosity rising until he was brought to the palace of Alore’s royal family. What had he done to garner their notice? What could he do to ungarner it? He was brought inside, where he went through what was borderline an interrogation into his life and abilities before finally being granted permission to meet the king consort personally. It was there, sharing a room with one of the most important people in the world, that he learned his mother had been the youngest daughter of low, unnoteworthy nobility in the freshwater territories of Stilicidium. However, she had not been so unnoteworthy as to avoid the king consort’s eye…only enough to not be worthy of marriage when he had intentions for Alore’s now-queen.
How lucky Eko was that he had never been able to sire sons with her.
How lucky Eko was that Alore’s royal family was in dire need of a son to fulfill Marie Gunter’s requirements for participating in diplomacy.
How lucky Eko was to be adopted and legitimized by the queen for this very purpose.
…how lucky indeed.
Likes ↡
Smoking and drinking
Books and storytelling (and gossip)
Spicy food and oranges
Unusual ailments
Reptiles
Dislikes ↡
Everything to do with Thah and Funkazan
Coerced socializing
Feelings, and talking about them
Shellfish and pineapple
Puns
Misc. Info ↡
Eko has a tattoo of a snake consisting of spearheads, lizards, and enata, with the length of its body curling around his bicep to have the head resting over his heart. The tattoo on his head was meant to resemble crocodile scales, but he and the tattoo artist may have been extremely drunk while it was being done.
He’s proficient with the dahong palay blade, and butterfly knife.
The scar on his face was gained when he lost Zafar. To this day he is unsure how the wound happened, but he was certainly in too much shock to tend to it properly in the days that followed.
Theme Songs ↠
Achilles Come Down
Third Eye
Erase Me
Username ↠ Nebula Arisen
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:11 pm
Kingdom ↠ Alore
Position ↠ Princess
Full Name ↠ Chiara Luane Aelius
Nickname ↠ Princess Chiara, Chi
Age ↠ Twenty
Birthday ↠ June 20th
Height ↠ 5'6"
Weight ↠ 126lbs
Powers ↡
Light Show - She is able to produce light from her hands, or any skin she chooses, and when it's reflected it can be used to blind people or create beautiful light shows for people. She chooses to use this for the shows more, and she's able to dim or brighten the light at will. Able to use the light to direct people where to walk or even light the way ahead by sending out a little orb of light so that those ahead of her can see.
Healing Strands - She is able to heal small wounds by humming and focusing on her heart. This causes her hair to glow and she is then able to wrap it around a wound healing what had happened underneath it leaving no trace of a scar. Doing this does zap her power though and she tries not to do it too often.
Personality ↡
Chiara initially comes off as very quiet, shy and reserved. She is very curious by nature, wanting to know everything she can about anything she can due to her upbringing. She doesn’t like to think ill of people without full reason and therefore she will learn everything she can about the kingdoms, including all the dark secrets that people try to keep hidden. She is open, flirtatious and outgoing once she’s comfortable with someone, or around her brother. She is a thorough person who doesn’t like to make an opinion without all the facts, and will refrain from doing so, causing her to seem off-standish at first but she really is gathering information.
Political Opinion ↠ Mars is a little violent, but that is what they’re known for. Cothyr is sneaky, and she doesn’t approve of the way they work, but to each their own. Shahiti seems to be misunderstood, and Chronos is complicated to say the least, but she needs to learn more about them both. Thah is a very hands-on country and she enjoys the fact that they aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty. Winduria also has a very complicated situation, but they seem to be on solid ground. Stilicium seems to be well adjusted but she knew that there were some deep seeded things going on underneath everything. Hyouden seems awfully cold, as if the people from there are either shy or rude. Uilum people scare her, they're scary and intimidating but she knows they're very interesting at the same time and she tries to stay strong. Luna people are very pretty, although some of them are intimidating. Musique is a stunning country and she loves the music and things that come from it, although she doesn't know much about the political side. Phronese she isn't sure about, she's still learning but she is super excited to get to know people from there because she enjoys learning at the same time. Mercury is still a mystery to her, but she's trying to get to know them better. Siscia kind of scares her, but she is very curious about them and their powers. She tries to be understanding but she also holds firm that Alore has it’s s**t together. Although she wants to find out more.
Biography ↡
Chiara is the youngest of her siblings. Her brothers have their own personalities and places in the kingdom. She initially was told she'd be used as a bargaining chip. Marry my daughter and we have an alliance, kind of thing. Her brothers each had their own demons to face but she was always incredibly close to them both. She adores them and if they were in a bad mood she'd do her absolute best to make them feel better with her powers. This didn't always work but she tried her hardest. When her 18th birthday came she was announced to be engaged to a neighboring kingdoms prince, as she thought would always be the case. She enjoyed his company despite his tendencies to be a little more forward and as she often called him, crass when it came to his words. Due to her clumsy nature she tended to get hurt quite often and one day when he was helping her after she had hit her arm into something a servant had been walking by and assumed the worst. Thankfully they told her brother first, who came to investigate but word eventually got back to her parents and despite her continuous statements that it wasn't what it seemed, her concerns got brushed aside and she finally relented. This unfortunately meant her family was more protective of her, which normally she wouldn't mind, but she felt bad for her ex-betrothed but held no grudge against him.
Chiara was recently named the heir to the throne, making her brother and cousin more on edge. She knows about this but hasn't processed it quite yet, nor does she act like she's the heir to the throne. She wants to enjoy life as much as she can before she's required to fulfill her duties to Alore.
Likes ↡
Learning
New Information
Her brother
Swimming
Nature
Watching people fight(practice)
Listening to music
Training
Dislikes ↡
Having to fight(herself)
Being “in the dark” information wise
being told she’s a child
Bugs
Extreme temperatures
Misc. Info ↡
Chiara is known to use her powers to entertain those younger than her, and help them in times of war or battle as she’s not physically good for fighting.
She enjoys the company of others but when her social battery is done there’s no warning, she snaps.
WORDS - #81d4eb
" TALKING - #9895cd."
' THOUGHTS - #B7CEEC.'
Theme Songs ↠ Will make playlist-
Username ↠ JunkoxxxTakami
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:11 pm
Kingdom ↠ Alore
Position ↠ Spare
Full Name ↠ Brittany Genevieve Aelius
Nickname ↠ Britt, Princess
Age ↠ 19
Birthday ↠ August 15
Height ↠ 5'9
Weight ↠ 150 lbs
Powers ↡ Use the line below to fill out this section. Add more as needed.
Refracted Illusions - The ability to manipulate the light around her and create illusions. She could also make herself appear invincible, however this could only be done outdoors in broad daylight. Should any shade or shadow follow on her, she is completely visible or and of her illusions will fade. Brittany had been told she would be able to solidify her lights if she practiced enough, but also...they hurt when they break, so no thank you.
Flashing Lights - Absorbing light, and reflects it back in the flash of her skin. Often only uses it as pure aesthetic as she likes to make herself look like she is glowing, shining, sparkling, glittering in rainbow hues- you get the idea.
Personality ↡
Brittany recognizes herself as the most important person in her life. If she is not dazzling enough to and unimpressionable to those around her, than what good is she or her gift? She believes she is the light in everyone's world and wishes to enhance their vision with her very presence. An egotistical, narcissistic preppy rich girl.
Political Opinion ↠ Brittany can be curious of other kingdoms, but only for the privileged, richest and cleanest aspects that any kingdom has to offer. Matters of the war do not matter to her as she was not involved and she feels as she has nothing to do with it. Besides, politics are things her future husband has to deal with, not her. But she will be glad to treat you to her beauty if it makes you feel better.
Biography ↡
She was born a star, illuminating in a fabulous radiance that left the Queen's midwives astonished at her gentle glow. Brittany’s glamorous arrival only fed the idea that Mother Sun smiled upon the royal family. Blessing them with a birthed bearer of light.
Seated safely under lavish velveted cushions and protected by royal walls of eloquent parasols, nestled cozy in beautiful lush gardens while being served blood stained exotic cuisines, Brittany was not exposed to the ashes of war that burned outside the walls of her palace. A strict order by the Golden Sovereign to keep her light untainted. Their bearer of light was curated to be well polished in etiquette, fine arts, language and Alore’s sciences (astrology, photosynthesis, theology), though in these fields, tutors rotated out of the sun rooms quicker than the next season.
All she could dream of was her next promised chapter of life. Her betrothal to her ‘Lumière’, ‘Dawn of Day’, ‘His Radiance’, ‘Golden King’, Her ‘Sunbeam’, her quill had no end to the names written countlessly in parchments heavily scented with sunkissed roses. Brittany’s golden heart was far too eager with desire to call upon her lover.
And there he was, benevolent, shining, and unmistakenly hers. Mother Sun must have heard her prayers on this day! She rose, heart pounding and taming her beaming glow as the King and Queen presented her and her sister, surely ending the evening with a signed engagement for when she came of age.
“...Lady Chiara.”
No.
Her sister glowed, with an impeccable rosey ray of innocence and beauty, all the while Brittany did all that she could from flickering.
Their hands met.
No.
Words between the two, delightfully exchanging curtsies that were meant for HER.
It's a mistake, it had to be!
She would fix this.
A jealous princess dared to step out of the light to break what was rightfully hers. As she weaved through the lowly to cast her desire. Brittany smiled in the shadows of her room, as Lady Chiara was forced out of her engagement from the likes of the treacherous man who failed to go against the Golden Sovereign’s judgement and take her instead. It was over and deserved.
As time drifted on, it was with great excitement and delight that Brittany was at last permitted to spread her warm glow of camaraderie among the low radiant nobles of Utopia.
Likes ↡
- Diamonds
- Jewlery
- Roses
- Pink
- Ballet
- Gardens
- Herself
- Sun bathing
- Perfumes
- Calligraphy
- Acting
- Herself
- Mirrors
- Her future husband
Dislikes ↡
- Rainy days
- Being denied
- Competition
- Rejection
- Her outfits getting ruined
- The thought of being forever alone
- emotional weakness
- Crying
- Bugs, mud, dirt
- Responsibility
Misc. Info ↡
- She can speak many different languages, however her speech is thick with accent that some may find it difficult to understand her.
- Brittany is of the highest rank when it comes to ballet.
- She sunbathes often, and never burns or gets darker.
- If unhinged, she will seemingly lose a portion of her glow. If she is ever at her lowest, she is grey. This has never happened.
-Roses are her favorite flower, all her documents are rose scented.
Theme Songs ↠ Britney Spears heart
Username ↠ LovelyxMiss
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:11 pm
Kingdom ↠ Alore
Position ↠ Duke
Full Name ↠ Michael Lexchaim Sera
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 ↡
A bit of a wreck in his own way, Michael is working through his feelings about his wife and the war. While he was never completely sure he loved her, he would never wish what happened to her own anyone. Everything about the situation he's found himself in is more complicated than he knows how to deal with. To top it off, he's never been particularly strong willed on his own. If his father, or later his sergeant or wife, told him to jump, Michael's only question would be how high.
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 Sera duchy always held little love. The marriage between Luigi and Linda was always one of convenience. Linda was the younger sister of the king, 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 was a hard worker, taking great pains to extend the reach of his duchy's influence. It wasn't easy for a farming duchy, but the contracts he made with Hyouden were enough to garner the attention of the royal family. Maybe if the princess would marry off and make a family of her own then she wouldn't be so reckless. Which was exactly why they were married off to each other. 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 duchy. The Sera's now had an heir. Even better, a male heir. With that, her role in the duchy 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 duke and duchess 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.
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 had lost a son of her own right before he was born. As such, she treasured the Little Duke, 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. 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 on his way to sword training. It had rained the night before and his foot had slipped in the mud just so, sending him tumbling down a hill. 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 face from scarring over. 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.
This would be when his life truly changed. For the war was truly more vicious than he would have expected. Coming out of basic training at barely seventeen, Michael was young and naive. 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 duke 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 when he was seventeen she had met with Michael's parents to request a formal meeting to inquire about marriage between their duchies. Once they agreed it was only a matter of time before Michael met with 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. They would be married a year later after Nadine pushed to have the wedding date moved up.
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 for marriage. No, Nadine had already had a lover. Another woman at that. Yet she still strung the young Michael along with promises that she could learn to love 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. Four 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. Then in one fateful battle, he dodged at just the wrong time. A stray arrow had been heading for him, and Nadine had been behind him when he ducked.
The moment was surreal. Before he truly understood what was happening, he was being pulled away from the scene. Despite their attempts to hide the problems in their marriage, the other members of their battalion were more than aware that Nadine was not a kind or loving woman. They were attempting to spare Michael from the worse of what she would say as her dying words. In the last year he has started to really parse some of the things that were said to him and how bad his relationship with Nadine truly was. As an attempt at a new start, he offered to come to Utopia to try and find a lasting peace that could benefit the people of his duchy.
Likes ↡
Sleeping
Reading
Eating
Soft bed sheets
Dislikes ↡
Waking up
Public speaking
Going outside
Talking about the past
Misc. Info ↡
Michael does 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 is extremely clumsy. The scar on his face isn't from battle, but rather from tripping and catching a stone with his cheek and neck the worst way possible. The smaller scars that liter his torso are from the war, but mostly from getting caught on underbrush or nicking himself. A few are actually battle wounds, but mostly he's just unlucky with branches and rocks.
Theme Songs ↠ Link a motivation song here (Optional)
Username ↠ Kumako Shock
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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.
↠ 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑩𝑶𝑨𝑹𝑫
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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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