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Roarke, Page of Pluto (Disposable)



How exciting -- the lights, the clamor, and -- oh, now confetti! Roarke let out a gleeful squeak of delight before she realized it and a few of those in attendance around her may have heard it before it was tamped down. She settled into her quiet demeanor again, smiling broadly as tan fingers brushed the paper bits from her light mint hair. The large, messy bun made up of braided and unbraided hair on the back of her head clung stubbornly to a few pieces, though she couldn't have said she minded.

To be a part of something so lively was truly a privilege. How different it was from her post on dear Pluto. Not that she would trade one for the other, she could not deny that it was nice to get out every now and again. Away from the tepid pools of churning time and flickering candlelight of books and into the present. Sort of. "Present" was a complicated word. The Galactic Olympics also only took place in five year intervals. While still commonplace in the grand scheme of time, it still sparkled with more unique energies than most temporal instances. Lower than war, greater than brushing your teeth.

And here she was, actually in one of those places between war and brushing your teeth!

Roarke, a mere Page, pulled at her light gray quilt armor and smoothed the waist of her magenta polonaise skirt and tight-sleeved basque. Her long-tailed obi had been stepped on a few times, too, and would need a dusting. Her uniform was delicate even compared to other Pages, she noted, looking around with passionate red eyes. Luckily, the Knights of Pluto that had elected to send her did not seem the most invested in these games, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to puff out her chest and give it her all anyway! Maybe she could surprise a few of them and gain their favor? Or gain... anything. Some of those guys seemed lost in their heads most of the time (or lost in the pools, though at least that was interesting). Roarke was small, yet nimble, and hopefully that would count for something.


tldr; Roarke has light mint hair of eyebrow-length straight bangs and a messy bun taking up the back of her head. Naturally tanned. Red eyes. Uniform:
- fine, quilt style light gray armor on legs: greaves, cuisse, gauntlet, lower cannon;
bound w/ magenta ribbons; dark gray tights underneath
- fine, quilt style light gray armor on arms: lower cannon, couter; bound w/ magenta ribbons
- magenta half gloves
- magenta short polonaise skirt and basque; dark gray accents
- light gray maru obi style waist cinch with long "tails" that fade to lavender

Past Mont Blonc Page of Saturn.



The page of Saturn had listened to the speech and such with no illusion of interest nor enthusiasm. He would have much rather been in his library or tending to his roses. Mont Bloc was a wallflower, simple as that. And antisocial wallflower with the athletic ability of a brick. So why was he here again? Oh right - that bet he lost....

Apparently his talent was not in gambling either.

It was only salt in the wound that he somehow actually got the chance to make good on his loss. He hadn't expected to really receive the invitation, or he'd have never made the bet in the first place. He was a commutative man, but this... No. How about a good poetic showdown? No? Damn...

Still, he clapped politely, despite the deadpan bored expression on his face. Brushing his long mohawk out of his face he could almost hear the jarring laughter and mocking when he returned home already.

Past Caelian, Squire of Venus

INTRO POST FORTHCOMING. I AM BRAIN DEAD QQ

Bimini, Squire of Cosmos (ancestor)

Terra, Page of Earth (Disposable)

She'd made her grand entrance in quiet fashion; simply following the directions to her contingent of fellow competitors. Terra drew a strand of jet black hair to rest behind her ear before staring at the stadium in wonder. The sheer size of the arena took her breath away. Catching sight of the stage and the row of princesses that sat beyond it Terra remembered why she was here. The page wanted to bring honor back to Earth and she'd try as hard as she could to make that happen. Terra drew in a calming breath before sitting in her seat. Her voice was a quiet whisper as she drew courage around her like a cloak.

"Let the games begin."



(( Better late than never? ))