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 Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 7:12 pm
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 1:08 pm
May 16th, 2011 - File created.
July 27th, 2011 - Sloooowly working on it...
July 30th, 2011 - File officially completed! READ IT. READ IT NOW.
July 30th, 2011 - Added fears, strengths, and weaknesses to the Details section.
July 31st, 2011 - Added some art!
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 7:30 pm
 xxxxxxxxYou're hungry. As you've grown accustomed to the Asylum, you've realized that the cafeteria is generally
xxxxxxxxa non-option when it comes to food; the chef seems to take a particular joy in making your food as inedible
xxxxxxxxas possible. Last week was fresh roadkill. Hungry as you are, your stomach still turns at the thought,
xxxxxxxxso at least you know you aren't close to starvation just yet.
xxxxxxxx"Excuse me?" A feminine voice asks. Her voice is slightly raised and a little concerned, like she's been calling
xxxxxxxxyou for awhile. When you turn towards her, you think for a moment that you're hallucinating -- she looks like
xxxxxxxxa giant strawberry pastry or something, she's so pink. You're definitely imagining that lollipop in her hand, though.
xxxxxxxxShe's holding it out like an offering. When you finally take it from her, she smiles and curtsies.
xxxxxxxx"If you don't mind my saying, you don't look very well... I thought that may be helpful to you."Delysia is constantly wandering around the Asylum. If you'd like to RP with her (in-thread or otherwise), feel free to throw someone at her when she's out and about, or just send me a PM! But here are a few things you should keep in mind:
Delysia is generally unafraid of getting close to patients, but she has a keen sense of smell, which may be one reason she ocasionally keeps her distance. Unsanitary scents aren't the only ones that repel her -- citrus, pepper, and mint are also overwhelming to her nose.
Her sense of hearing is quite sensitive, so she may avoid very loud patients.
Please be aware of her other powers and traits!
She may sometimes mention Alphonse, wondering if he's "cleaning again".
Fonts Used: Les oeufs de Cassowary and crosswordBelle
Art and banners by Vethrfolnir
xxxxxxxxWarnings - before you go any further
xxxxxxxxThe Basics - goals, backstory, height and weight; all that stuff you might want to know
xxxxxxxxThe Details - likes, dislikes, habits; miscellaneous information
xxxxxxxxPowers and Traits - exactly what it says on the tin
xxxxxxxxRelationships - friends and enemies and maybe there's a family somewhere
xxxxxxxxSketches - lookit all the pictures
xxxxxxxxPatient Journal - drabbles and thoughts on the asylum
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 7:33 pm
 Delysia Laurent • DE-lis-ia lo-RAWNAge: 18
Hair: Warm pink, wavy and left loose to fall over her shoulders
Eyes: Amythest, wide and curious
Height: 5'2" / 157 cm, 5'5" / 165 cm with heels
Weight: 105 lbs / 48 kg
Body Type: Petite and delicate. She's very soft from lack of physical work.
Gender: Female
Species: Skitty Gijinka
Orientation: Unknown
Personality: Behind her courteous and ladylike manner, Delysia is intensely curious about her fellow patients (especially those that "look like me", i.e. gijinkas) and the Asylum in general. Her sheltered upbringing left her ignorant of the world beyond her manor, aside from what she learned from books and stories, and so she tries to look at the Asylum as an opportunity to better educate herself. At times, she seems overly enthusiastic about her new situation, and while some of her excitement is genuine, another large part of it may come from a need for distraction. Her inexperience with people makes her expect perhaps too much from them, and, deep down, she's also desperate to please or help them in some way. As she tries to bear certain patients' warnings in mind, she currently walks a fine line between inquisitive and wary.
Voice: Soft, sweet, and tinged with a slight accent-- perhaps French or British? Her speech is refined and polite, but she speaks more effusively when excited or especially curious.
Brief History: Delysia was born as a test subject for a Pokemon-Human hybridization project. She and several other hybrid-born infants were stolen from the facility and put up for sale within the black market. However, Delysia remembers none of this; Madame Laurent, a lonely noble desperate for a healthy, resilient child, caught wind of these illicit dealings and quickly adopted the young Skitty as her own. Madame Laurent sequestered her in Laurent Manor, intent to protect her new daughter and hide her true origins. Despite this isolation, Delysia was cherished by her mother and loved by her servants, given everything she could have ever wanted. While she often wondered why her mother was so hateful of the outside world, it would be years before she would finally see why -- as shadowy men arrived to tear her away from her home and force her into the Asylum...
Powers:
Sing - Sings a soothing lullaby that has a small chance of putting listeners to sleep. Delysia is not entirely aware of this as a power, so she unintentionally uses it whenever she sings. However, while it is a calming sound, its lulling effects are not unusually compelling just yet.
Copycat - Mimicry. This is not instantaneous and requires some careful observation of her target, and while she cannot copy certain attacks or techniques in full (such as attacks that draw on fire, water, etc), she's quite good at mimicking voices, expressions, and stances. The longer she observes her target, the better her imitation.
Traits:
Feline Senses - Enhanced sense of smell and hearing. Her sense of smell is especially sensitive, and she remembers best through scents. She is also capable of seeing better than a normal human in the dark.
Stamina Penalty - Though somewhat faster than a normal human, she tires out easily and cannot take many hits.
RP Color: Carnation for thoughts and dialogue, mauve for emphasis and memories of her mother.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 10:08 pm
 
Stages: Teen
Leitmotifs: Sincerely (Grim Grimoire), La Valse D'Amelie (Amelie)
Image Songs: La Complainte de la Butte (Cora Vaucaire)
Nicknames: Del, Dee, Delia
Birthdate: March 12th
Birthplace: Unknown
Blood Type: O
Unusual Features: Her ears and tail; a tiny inscription of the number "300" branded on her inner thigh
Likes: Stories, warmth/warm places, soft sheets and pillows, flowers (especially roses), sweets, fish
Dislikes: Cold, dark places, citrus, pepper, mint, and other similar scents; having her ears or tail pulled
Fears: Drowning, deep water
Virtues: Compassionate, trusting, imaginative, has a kind smile and laugh
Vices: Naive, somewhat lazy, ignorant of other lifestyles and takes her wealth for granted
Habits:
Her ears swivel towards new sounds. They function much like a cat's ears; pricked when alert, flattened when angry or frightened, etc. They tend to twitch when she's thinking.
Refers to others with honorifics like 'miss' and 'mister', and always curtsies after introducing herself. She sometimes curtsies after thanking someone as well. This is part of her etiquette training, which also included customs like 'keeping a demure posture' and 'never sitting with your legs spread like a man, ugh, Delysia, darling, why would you ever do that'.
Has a very bad habit of leaving her door unlocked.
Talents/Skills:
Fluent in English and French.
Competent in singing, ballroom dancing, piano, and violin, thanks to lessons since childhood.
Quite skilled in sewing and embroidery. She can't do anything advanced like making her own clothes, but she can mend torn cloth and create small accessories.
Equipment:
 Sweet Lolita (Upper Armor)
One of Delysia's many dresses. Though designed for colder weather, this dress is still quite light and flimsy -- probably because Delysia never had to leave the manor, aside from visiting an enclosed area of gardens. It is topped with a capelet to offer some protection, which Delysia tends to draw tighter around herself when feeling particularly lonely or threatened.
Has no special effects.
DEF +10
RES +10
 Ribbon and Lace (Footwear)
A pair of platform shoes laced with pink ribbon. They add a couple of inches to Delysia's height, but they don't have much traction, make a distinctive clicking noise when she walks, and are rather time-consuming to take off. Clearly more fashionable than practical, but at the very least Delysia is used to walking in them.
Has no special effects.
ATK +2
SPD -5
 Cravat of Awesomeness (Accessory)
A white silk cravat. It is a gift from Delysia's handmaiden, Eileen, who thought it would look 'fetching' on her, or help add some warmth. She has had it for so long that it created an unfortunate habit: Delysia tends to clasp her hands over her chest or her lap, to stop herself from (rather violently) wringing it, or her dress.
Made of pure awesome.
DEF +2
RES +2
Fighting Style: Delysia has no real experience with battle. The only people she has ever attacked were the guards that dragged her to the Asylum, where she resorted to frantic biting and clawing until she was soundly knocked unconscious. It is unknown how she will choose to fight when confronted with violence again.
Trivia:
Delysia tries to collect things she finds in the Asylum, and she's made an effort to decorate her room with some posters she drew herself (landscapes and object studies, mostly), colored sheets, a small mirror, and a decorated box for some lost clothes she managed to salvage.
Her favorite fairytale is Rapunzel.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 3:00 pm
 
Battle Theme: TBA
Type: 
Strengths: None
Resistances: None
Weaknesses: 
Fighting Style: Delysia has no real experience with battle. The only people she has ever attacked were the guards that dragged her to the Asylum, where she resorted to frantic biting and clawing until she was soundly knocked unconscious; it is unknown how she will choose to fight when confronted with violence again, but she endeavors to avoid conflict, first by attempting to mollify a situation, then by offering her surrender. While very delicate, she shows some signs of unusual agility and flexibility.
Powers:
Sing
 Sings a soothing lullaby that has a small chance of putting listeners to sleep. Delysia is not entirely aware of this as a power, so she unintentionally uses it whenever she sings. However, while it is a calming sound, its lulling effects are not unusually compelling just yet.
Copycat -
Mimicry. This is not instantaneous and requires some careful observation of her target, and while she cannot copy certain attacks or techniques in full (such as attacks that draw on fire, water, etc), she's quite good at mimicking voices, expressions, and stances. The longer she observes her target, the better her imitation.
Traits:
Feline Senses -
Enhanced sense of smell and hearing. Her sense of smell is especially sensitive, and she remembers best through scents. She is also capable of seeing better than a normal human in the dark.
Super Speed -
Stamina Penalty - Though somewhat faster than a normal human, she tires out easily and cannot take many hits.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 4:37 pm
(This is my attempt to summarize what I remember of the RPs Delysia has been involved in so far, because I am too lazy to go back and log everything ahahaha)
  Madame Laurent: Mother
Although Madame Laurent was stringent in teaching Delysia various skills, she was also affectionate and doted endlessly upon her. Her servants were equally devoted. Delysia's memories of them are fond, but she avoids recalling them; the raid on Laurent Manor leaves her unsure if they are still alive.
Delysia's adoptive mother. Whereabouts unknown.
 Alphonse Colbert: I Wonder If He's Cleaning Again...
Alphonse has decided to watch out for Delysia's well-being. She appreciates his attempts to educate her about her origins and the Asylum, and while she does take his words to heart, she also tends to think he worries too much. She often leaves him behind to explore on her own.
Considered a friend and something of a mentor.
 Shu Ainame: ... H-hello?
Initially, Delysia was intrigued by Shu's behavior; however, as it grew even more erratic and inexplicable, it slowly became unsettling. Shu is finally starting to talk to Delysia normally and has told her about her lover, but she still makes many odd comments she doesn't bother to explain...
Considered a (rather odd) acquaintance. • First Meeting
 Julia Tierra: Your Ears!
Briefly spoken once, but Julia was the first patient Delysia met with ears and a tail like her own. Excited to meet another with these features, Delysia was eager to touch Julia's ears and compliment her on her beauty.
Considered an acquaintance.
 Nukenin: Your Eyes...
Briefly spoken once, when Delysia heard Nukenin humming in the hallways. Delysia was eager to tell Nukenin her appreciation for the sound and ask about her wings, but was soon deeply saddened after learning how the other girl came to arrive in the Asylum.
Considered an acquaintance.
 Eifa: Miss Ninetails
Like Alphonse, Eifa cautioned Delysia to be more careful; Delysia was being followed by another patient while approaching her. She finds Eifa strange, someone she should be careful around, herself... after all, she didn't mention her own name. But she also finds her intriguing and mysteriously beautiful.
Considered an acquaintance.
 Analys Rosin: Your Clothes Are Lovely!
Analys seems particularly fascinated by Delysia's clothes; on both of their meetings, she was eager to remark on them. Delysia herself is curious about Analys' clothes and her water dragon heritage, and is intent on asking her many more questions.
Considered an acquaintance.
 Roscielle Delarc: I Do Love Roses
Interested in Roscielle's roses (and her lack of shoes), Delysia approached her with some pleasantries about the weather. Their first meeting was cordial yet awkward, but with it came an understanding that they can trust one another. Delysia is eager to get to know Roscielle better.
Considered a friend.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 4:52 pm
   [1] art by Vethrfolnir, shading by Eranas
[2] graphics by Vethrfolnir
[3] art by Vethrfolnir
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 8:30 am
Title: Daffodils
Written On: May 11th, 2011
Notes: A (very slightly) edited version of my entry for Delysia in the Two Sides RP Contest. It's been re-posted here because much of it still applies to her personality and sets the stage for her backstory.There once was a lonely woman who desperately wanted a child. She lived in a mansion surrounded by opulence and wealth, and while counting her gold one day, she decided she had more than enough money to adopt a child of her own. But she remembered her younger brother, such a frail, dear little thing, always toddling after her on unsteady legs; she remembered how he died at the tender age of twelve. No, not again... She thought. She could not bear to risk losing another child so soon.
The woman resolved to find a child she was certain she would not live to lose. A girl, she hoped. She had always wanted a daughter. As she crossed the streets of the bleak, desolate town beyond her white mansion, she heard gossip about disappearing children, government experiments... and whispers from the black market about their availability. It was this last strain of murmurs that brought her to a dark alley, imploring a man wreathed in shadows to sell her a daughter; he replied in a voice like a breeze, "The scientists will eventually come for her."
"I don't care. As long as I can have her... if only for a little while." She said.
A hand reached out from the darkness, just as black as the shadows from which it came, spindly fingers outstretched. The woman stepped forward and dropped a satchel of gold coins into his palm. His spider-leg fingers clamped around it, withdrew into the void, and the coins clinked-clacked as he walked away.
The next morning, the woman found a child swaddled in blankets outside her doorstep. A girl, just as she had wanted, so very small and very pink, and strangely feline with her little ears and tail... She quickly scooped her up and took her inside, away from the cold grayness of the outside world. This was her daughter. She was much too beautiful to stay out there.
The woman named her Delysia. As Delysia grew, servants were hired to care for her and offer her company, yet the mansion became a fortress; the woman went to great lengths to hide both her home and her daughter, never allowing Delysia outside of the mansion's closed walls. She learned about the world through books and the stories the servants told, and though Delysia loved her mother and the life she was given, whenever she heard these stories, she was always overcome by insatiable curiosity. Could it really be as bad as her mother said? The servants never seemed to be so bitter.
After eighteen years of being spoiled sweet, Delysia realized the other world she had so longed for was truly as terrible as her mother had always warned.
She awoke one morning to an awful smell clogging her nostrils. Her eyes shot open, immediately greeted by the sight of her handmaiden on the floor, surrounded by red liquid...
(Delysia blinks away her tears. "No, no, don't think about it, don't...")
"Experiment Number 300 of the Pokemon Project. We've finally found you."
"Who are you? What have you done to Eileen... and my mother... Mother, where are you? What have you done!?"
(She wipes at her eyes. She remembers powerful hands grabbing her and dragging her out of the house, into a cold dark space... she remembers being powerless to stop them... she does not remember seeing her mother one last time.)
The Asylum is cold and dark.
In her most bitter moods, Delysia thinks that she has merely been transferred from one cage to another. She immediately realizes it's terrible to think so -- she would much rather be home again, even if every door and window was tightly locked. After all, she finally realizes why her mother felt she had to isolate her; it was the only way she knew how to protect her.
"Mother..."
Another wave of emotion swells through Delysia's chest, so strong that she chokes. She gasps, takes a deep breath, and tries to push the feeling away. She won't cry again. She's already cried enough these past few days. And as dreadful as this place is, she's been lucky; the doctors have yet to do anything to actually harm her, and she's barely caused a stir amongst the other patients. For now, as drained as she is, she would rather keep it that way.
This time, she chooses to isolate herself as she drifts through the quietest areas in the Asylum. It's as large as her home, but it's so dreadfully quiet. Mother would always have music playing. She chokes again, and quickly reminds herself that she would rather the patients remained asleep before she allows herself to miss it.
Her heels click against the tiles as she continues walking through the Asylum's dank hallways. The floors are dirty, clearly in need of scrubbing, and she's trying not to think too hard on the red stains on the walls when the disgusting linoleum suddenly fades into green grass. She blinks. Before her lies an elegant garden, so green and beautiful and bright that it looks as though it was plucked out of a dream... one of her storybook dreams, where everything glowed in bold crayon colors, and she remembered everything she read as she stepped out to finally experience it. She had never seen a garden like this in real life before...
Slowly, reverently, she bends down in front of a patch of flowers. The servants had occasionally brought her flowers, always pink roses; these pale yellow bulbs are unfamiliar to her. They are soft to the touch, and their scent tickles her nose. She inhales deeply, trying to fill her lungs with the smell, if only she could.
She feels herself smiling. It doesn't feel quite right on her face; it hurts her cheeks. But maybe, she dares to think, maybe it won't be so bad here after all.
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