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-[What am I called?]- Liasi
-[What will I be?]- Civilian
-[Who am I?]- Liasi isn't the sort of person one would want to run up and hug. If she isn't ignoring those surrounding her, they might be wishing she was. She has a bad habit of pointing people's flaws and weaknesses out to them, and if anyone ever criticizes her he either takes it with a silent shrug or seems to ignore them. Most of this socially unacceptable behavior is her way of entertaining herself, and seeing what kind of person someone is.

She seems to have no tact; she has no concept of keeping his opinions and ideas to herself, if she feels like sharing them. Liasi has built an impenetrable wall around herself and her feelings - reinforced with an unfriendly demeanor.

There is a startling difference between Liasi's neat appearance and her home. Though her space is not cluttered with personal items, there always seems to be something on the floor. Scraps of cloth, old sketches, patterns that were planned and left unused. Liasi seems to feel that the mess helps her achieve her end goal in projects. She won't thank anyone for cleaning it--she wants it that way, thank you very much. She knows exactly where everything is.

Liasi, despite her unfriendly demeanor, seems to be indifferent to most people. If there is genuine dislike, she will make it known through critical silence. She will take the time to argue with those she is indifferent to--or respects; those she does not, she will pointedly ignore. An example of this is when she spends time with her friends. Though she seems to resent some of them often enough, a more observant person would notice how she becomes more animated when she banters with her companions.

Despite this tendency for affectionate bickering, this girl also tends to be protective of her friends. Not so much that it shows itself physically; but certainly to a point where she will defend them verbally. Though she appears to distance herself from most, the friends she does have, she values them above all else. Or at least, most things.

-[Where have I come from?]- Liasi was born to parents who catered to her every whim as soon as she was old enough to talk, something they regretted later. She became spoiled, and didn't care much for the company of others until later in her childhood.

-[What will I do]- I plan to discover more about the world before deciding anything for sure, but I would like her to be creative; maybe specializing in some craft. I like to write out characters before deciding anything that may challenge their beliefs or change how they see the world; but I would like to have her face hardships in the future. I want her to become increasingly curious of others.

Woah. Thank you Orphy!!!!!!!!!!! <3

Prompt FS
Username: Zempre
Which child: Dovaa girl
Which prompt: Prompt 2
Character's Name: Erindae
Prompt Response:

The weight of the item was as almost unbearable as it rested heavily into the small pocket of her ebony pants, the image of it constantly playing within her mind's eye as she allowed a frown to come to her ruby tinted lips. A simple piece of parchment had been folded over and over until it was but a small square that now was nestled away to become the source of the younger girl's dilemma. Resting in her residence, she sat heavily in an oaken chair while her legs swung lazily back and forth, her chin being prompted up in the cupping of her hand. The note had been resting in her possession for a week, a simple love token from another apprentice who wished to capture her attention. The writing had been elegant with long and lazy loops, each letter created with delicate care as the midnight ink was easy to smudge when it was first place upon any type of parchment.

Sighing, the Dovaa girl would run nimble fingers through the infused locks of crimson and honey a heavy huff of air escaping her lungs and causing her bangs to flutter lightly out of the way. For a moment, Erindae thought back to the moment the shy and timid male came up to her as he shifted from foot to foot in a mixture of anticipation and nerves. Most would consider it endearing as he had nervously rubbed the back of his head, the folded note handed out as words eluded him in a shy manner. The minute she had taken it from him the boy had ran off in the same direction he had come to, perhaps to shy to learn her answer. This had been a week past and she had yet to still give him any type of answer. It was a simple question and one of innocent nature. Do you like me? Yes/No. Circle one.

The problem was, Erindae didn't know how to react to his question. So focused she was upon deciding on the path she would choose as her way of life that she had given little time for friends and even the concept of a potential romance. Slender digits moved now to quickly scrummage within the pocket of her ebony pants and after a moment she pulled out the tightly folded piece of paper. The telltale signs of the folding took wear upon the piece of parchment with its deep grooves and cracks, but the words were still there as clear as when they were first inked so many days before. Pursing her lips into a thin line, she reached for the feather quill that rested upon her table and after quickly dipping the point into the raven colored ink, she quickly made her choice.
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The sun had only been up a handful of hours when Erindae arrived at the Astral city, knowing that the young boy who had given her the piece of paper grasped tightly within her balled fist. Searching quickly with violet hues, she tried to find the young boy who had given her the letter, the young Dovaa standing on tiptoe to peer across the crowds that had started to pour into the capital. Erindae needed to find him and desperation caused her to weave in between the crowd of growing individuals as she tried to find the young boy...and then she did. Admittedly, she now realized that he was far more handsome since the arrival of the note, more so with his jaggedly cut chestnut strands and the way his features were sharp and defining. The female's eyes seemed to light up before she paused in her pursuit for a hesitant of a moment. He was..with another girl? She was undoubtedly cute with her long crimson curls and it was clear by the way she watched the Dovaa boy that she was infatuated with him, and perhaps the feeling was returned as he bought her a small trinket that made her squeal in utmost delight.

Erindae watched as she hugged him tightly, the two soon clasping hands as they moved to disappear once more into the crowd with one another. Had the parchment been a joke? She was young, yes, but she still wanted to try and find companionship and friendship. "...I don't need anyone anyway.." She murmured softly, turning upon her heel as the piece of parchment was thrown towards the ground. It slowly danced in a feather like decent before landing upon the ground only to be tramped a second later, the word 'Yes', soon lost to the dirt and dust of the road.