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 Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 2:05 am
 ✥ Ruria Lockewood
Sex: Female.
Race: Human
Preference: Males, but Ruria no longer believes in romantic love.
Aesthetics:
Age: 20
Build: Petite, with soft thighs and supple breasts.
Skin Color: Milky.
Hair Style & Color: It used to be light pink, but once she accepted her element, it paled into white. It is always kept tied up into long twin-tails except when she is sleeping, when it is let down.
Eye Color: Ruby-Rose.
Body Markings: Several burn/cut scars on her back from where her parents tried to exorcise her with fire, and a large scar that is on both right shoulder and out her back from where she impaled herself to a witch eater so she and another witch (Kiarei) could survive.
Likes: Macabre and Morose things, pudding, pastries, touch, strength, Rise of the Skeleton General game series.
Dislikes: Weak evil, bullies, grapefruit, the feeling of uselessness.
Aspirations: She is confused about this, believing she simply needs to be strong. Secretly yearns for those to be strong for.
Fears: Ruria is unable to comprehend fear as a normal person does. There is a disconnect which often makes her reckless. Granted, she is not 'fearless', she just doesn't feel it the same way as a normal person. The one thing that could be classified as a fear for her is the fear of her element consuming her, and making her into a pure monster.
Personality:
Eloquent. "I will usher you into the afterlife in the most ladylike way possible."
Ruria grew up in a proper home, where she was raised with graceful, lady-like elegance and etiquette.
Sultry, yet secretly childish. ".....Mmf....you...you......hornswaggling goat-beard!"
Though Ruria is mostly confident now in herself and her magic, her usual sultry and dark behavior can easily become quite innocently child-like depending on the person, but usually this is only reserved for those she bonds with or is affectionate with.
Socially inept. "Is this what they call comparing duck sizes?"
Ruria has a hard time connecting to the socially 'normal' things most other people get easily, such as innuendos and habits. At times, this can be endearing, but it has frightened away more than a fair share of people.
Headstrong and slightly masochistic. "If I die trying then I was too weak to live, anyways."
Strength is something important to her, and she will often end up in reckless and dangerous situations to test it, even if that situation involves pain to her body or mind. She may even seek these situations out repeatedly if she feels they make her stronger. Likewise, she will often dive headfirst into battle or severe events even if she knows she is not strong enough.
History: Ruria was born the only child of a non-magic, well-off family in Clarus Arbor. They were old money, vain and self-important, and attempted to raise their daughter the same as them, filling Ruria's days with etiquette training, and always making sure she was as pretty as a little doll. However, as it so happened, their daughter was born a poltergeist element, something embraced within the arms of horror and darkness. If she cried, lightbulbs would burst in their sockets, doors would rattle, and furniture would slide across the room. As she grew older, these situations increased in strength, and they believed their child to be possessed. Even though an exorcisma perfoming blessings in the town assured them she was not possessed, they still agreed to allow a questionable priest to perform an exorcism on her, which involved scalding her with fire across her back. The scars still remain, and the exorcism failed. It is said that day, the priest in question lost six of his fingers that were snapped too far out of shape, as if they were twisted and ripped out of their sockets, the bones shattered almost to dust inside his flesh.
She was kept imprisoned in her home, her parents still planning to somehow marry her off and profit from it. Because of her 'unspeakable differences' as her parents called it, Ruria was kept confined to the house most of the time, where she spent her days and nights reading and secretly practicing invented magic, reaching a peak when she was able to summon Bitter and Biter, who became her first and only friends for a long time. The two craniums were distasteful and heinous, Biter having a very aggressive and agitating demeanor, while Bitter was manic depressive, constantly suggesting crude things. Still, Ruria loved them, and through them was able to delve even deeper into the dark magic she began to love just as much.
Misunderstood and alone, she began to covet darkness, feeling it was the only thing that welcomed her as she truly was. Still, she yearned desperately for the light, even though it blinded her eyes. Because of her past, she understands that evil (and goodness) can come in many differing and unusual forms, and she is interested in all of them. She wants to see the goodness in evil, and the evil in the good. Things that may strike fear into the heart of a normal person interest her, and she desperately wants to know these things better, and understand them like the world did not understand her, so she may better become her own version of an "Executioner of Justice".
Eventually, the day came when she was to be wed to a man of stature and nobility. This was also the day she left her house, shortly before she went to Makai Royal Academy. She won't tell what happened that day, but those who witnessed say she had begun to cry like a wounded child at the altar, and then everything was overtaken by a thick blackness that left devastation in its wake, and that the girl had become a monster that words could no longer reach.
Occupation: Blackheart. She often disobeys orders to fulfill her own justice, but makes up for this by doing "extra credit" on her own and bringing in the hearts and majin seeds at an exceptional pace. She doesn't believe in the ideals of Poena Privus, but she believes by being there, she has a better chance to get the strength she desires.
Battle Style/Magic: Darkness Type. Uses a ring-blade called "Guillotine".
✥ Poltergeist Element -- The element of manipulation, it is most often fed by the emotional state of its wielder. It causes ghostly things to happen, The effect increases depending on her mood and rationality. Overuse of this skill leads to illness, fatigue, self-harm, and potentially death.
✥ Elegant Thorns -- Shadowy thorns that manifest as either an offense or a defense around Ruria.
✥ Ghost Blades -- Spectral swords that manifest, stabbing briefly from any direction to attempt to cause harm.
✥ Rose Guillotine -- A shadow guillotine that slices with a flurry of annihilated 'rose petals'. It is slow, so it is best used on a downed enemy or an inanimate object.
✥ The Black Death -- A howling, eerie aura that exudes feelings of death and despair to those it touches, inflicting weakness and harm upon them. This is only effective on those who may be a little weak of heart.
✥Skull Fire -- Two skulls (Bitter and Biter) enshrouded with blue and black flame spin around Ruria, and are used to attack, push books off shelves, bite annoying people....Debate the current politics or discuss the best recipe for brioche with Ruria.
-- When the skulls actually obey, they have an overdrive mode where they briefly recover their full bodies, appearing as two armored warrior specters who aid Ruria in battle. When it's over, they revert back to their head forms.
✥Specter Strength -- A dark aura accumulates around Ruria, taking on the form of a specter hovering above her that has possession of her arms. This skill gives her enhanced strength and speed, and ghostly claws to use as a weapon.
✥Festival of Ghosts -- A plethora of underworld minions are summoned to temporarily rampage and cause disarray.
✥1000 Deaths -- An incredibly destructive spell. It breaks and tears and rips and crushes anything which it comes across, consuming the wielder's health drastically as it does so. The black aura enshrouds Ruria when she uses it, soaking up her own life in order to act out its devastating magic. The black magic can take varying shapes when used, depending on circumstance.
✥ Hel -- Ruria drags herself and another into a whorl of pain from the underworld, sacrificing much of her health to do incredible, massive amounts of damage. Upon using this spell, she would be unable to do anything else, and would be on the brink of death, having taken the same amount of damage as her victim.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 8:12 pm
✥ Interaction:
✘✘✘ || I loathe this person and want them to suffocate on their teeth.
✰ || I acknowledge this person is alive but it doesn't mean I have to like them.
✰✰ || I'm indifferent.
✰✰✰ || I like them a bit...
✰✰✰✰ || I really like them.
✰✰✰✰✰ || I care about them so much!
❤❤❤❤❤ || I....genuinely love them.
✥ Sibelius ✰✰✰✰
"He helped train me a little bit, and likes to act like he's my father. He's a bit of a blockhead, but I care about him very much."
✥ Valerian ✰✰✰✰
"He is terrifying and yet I find myself drawn to him. He's abducted me, used me as a little snack, but I still kind of like him."
✥ Kian ✰✰✰✰
"A Witch Eater I met by chance. I was ordered to kill him, but I ...find this to be a difficult task, as I have grown to enjoy his company, and we had a...m-moment of p..passion. Cruor, please don't kill me!"
✥ Cruor - ❤❤❤❤❤
He is a harsh trainer, but I really respect him. I really really love him, but not the kind of love that involves my body. He doesn't really get it, but that's okay~ I just want him to be proud of me.
✥ Rajih - ✰✰
I really loved this person once, but when he disappeared after taking my maidenhood, he showed me love is simply a destructive weapon. I don't know what to think of him anymore.
✥ Cassiel - ✰✰
The first Exorcisma I met. He gave me a cookie, but he extricated my soul out of my body. If I see him again, I fear I will want to kick him in the shin. But the cookie...
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 12:44 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 2:45 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 5:50 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
Solo Post: Ruria/Sibelius
Why didn't the weather reflect her mood,how she was feeling inside? Outside, it was beautiful, bright and sunny, a gentle breeze moving through the greenery as if conducting a symphony. Why wasn't it raining? Why were the skies not darkened and grey, why did the rain not drench the streets and wash away all the brilliant, beautiful colors of the world? Why did the birds sing such wonderful melodies, when her heart was breaking, tearing itself apart.
Ruria was heartbroken, at least, she assumed this was what it felt like. To love and be loved, and to be thrown into isolation. Things had felt like they were going so well, and she had found herself yearning for days like today, with the sunshine basking the world in warmth and color, but days went by since that day....then weeks. Months...
Each day her heart felt like it sank lower in her chest as she waited for Rajih, watched for him on the street, looked for him in the places they once frequented, even skulked gloomily around the knights training areas several times, but to no avail. Soon, she no longer found it very necessary to leave her house, and soon after, her bed.
He had been her first real friend, and her first love, and she had felt so sure, so confident. Her lips twisted into a cold smile as she stared hollowly out the window, inwardly cursing the birds who pecked around for seeds on the grass, twittering happily. She was so lost in her thoughts of despair that she hadn't even noticed the sound of her front door opening, or the loud tromp of Sibelius' boots as he clambered up her small staircase.
He scowled deeply at her, sighing and shaking his head. "Ruria," he said softly. The faintest movement of her head was all that she replied with to acknowledge him. "Ruria, you can't keep this up. You'll make yourself sick."
Truth be told, he partially blamed himself for the isolation this girl he had taken under his wing now felt. He didn't hate majin, not really...but he had been filled with so much anger and frustration, and even rage, at the Majin she had given herself to. Damn brat.... At times he felt justified in digging deep and low to unsettle Rajih, but other times, like now, when he looked upon one of the few people he genuinely cared for anymore, and saw her withering away in front of him from heartbreak, he felt something akin to remorse, but he wouldn't take back his actions, nor his words. Never.
"Are you even listening?" He grabbed her shoulder more roughly than intended, forcing her small frame to turn away from the window to face him. Her eyes were quite dry, but looked at him as if looking past him, far, far past him. He sighed again, an exasperated sigh that announced he would soon be saying words he was apprehensive about. "If he was what you thought, Ruria..." he paused, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration, thinking how to get through to her. "...If he was what you thought, wouldn't' he still be here? Men sometimes...Men..." his tongue was tied as he let his gaze fall back down upon her.
He hated seeing her this way, looking so fragile and breakable, or rather, broken, her eyes unable to even focus upon him anymore. "Ruria, men are horrible creatures. I'm a horrible creature. Rajih is a horrible creature. Cruor is just horrible at everything. Can barely even hold a drink." he kept his gaze on her, hoping for some glimmer of a smile, something beyond the despair she permeated now. There was nothing, though Ruria listened to him, trying as hard as she could to keep her eyes away from the grey, piercing eyes of sibelius.
His voice softened, and he knelt on the ground in front of her, taking her small, soft hands into his calloused and rough ones, hands hardened by war and stained with blood and dirt. "Men are selfish creatures. They want things they shouldn't, they want things they can't have. Sometimes, when they actually acquire that which they can't have, they realize they can't take care of it. Maybe they don't actually have a place for it in their lives, maybe they aren't strong enough. Maybe it wasn't what they really wanted....come on Ruria, you know I'm not good with this talk. I hit things, really, really hard. I break things. Especially faces. And I drink. A lot. But I....don't want you as my own, but I do want to take care of you. You'll be alright."
His words touched her, and she desperately wanted to reward her first mentor with a smile, but when she looked up at him to do so, her lips trembled, curving into a soft and wavering half-smile, and finally her eyes glistened, misting terribly until she couldn't see. "Why won't it rain?" she asked him softly, looking at him only a moment before she buried her face into his chest, crumpling easily into his strong arms that could so easily crush the life out of her, but only held her gently.
Had he been younger, he wouldn't have been able to resist the temptation of devouring the sweet flower in his arms. She was so vulnerable and soft, but he was more of a man than he was several years ago. This kind of pain caused a girl to cry, her heart to break and her dreams to despair, but to a girl like Ruria, a girl who housed such a dark element inside....it rotted her, just as his burden had rotted him so very long ago. Slowly but surely, the girl he knew would disappear, and a darker flower would bloom, nurtured by gloom and cultivated by despair.
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 5:53 am
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
There is something dark within me that, for all the years it has been there, I have failed over and over again to understand it, or grasp its purpose or desires. It feasts upon my emotions, gripping them with vice-like, tearing teeth. Gnashing, clawing, biting, burning, it masticates my control over my own body.
Ah...
I've finally grasped some inkling of what you are, what you desire. What you are is me, the part of me that wishes the world would crumble to ash in the dark. If I deny you, you subjugate me with force, and I become ill. If I feed you by utilizing dark magic, you become satiated, and things...well, normalize, for a time being.
If this is what it takes to claim the leash upon you, so be it.
Say...isn't my hair becoming paler, lately?
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2012 4:31 pm
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
A little bit of a wish.....and a little bit of regret.
I'm sorry, Cruor. I've done such terrible things... things I believe that, if you knew, you would resent me. I wish I could tell you in words you would understand or find meaningful how much I love you, and that I didn't and will not betray you, I only... I'm a terrible creature, Cruor. I can't see things as you do. I find myself drawn to darkness and darker things. Perhaps, the truth is, I am evil, somewhere deep down.
There was a witch eater who tried to kill you with a cerberus knight. I got that mission, you know...to track him down and kill him. Only, I had met him briefly, once before, and part of him seemed to resonate with me. I was interested in him, about him. When I finally found him, I intended to judge him, only... Something changed. I don't know how it happened or why. I think it was the desire...feeling wanted and yearned for, even if just physically. I can berate the notion of love as often as I can, but it still doesn't change that tender touches feel so nice, or the wanting look in someone's eyes. I felt reckless, and I let him ...that witch eater...take me.
There is something wrong with me, Cruor. I'm drawn to self-destruction. It infuriated me so that he had tried to take your life, when it is something I value so, and yet I was unable to do my duty for such ridiculous reasons. That recklessness, it made me able to feel where previously I could not. Perhaps inside.......... I truly am rotten. But even so, even if you loathe me, I won't let you down. I won't crawl into bed with you tonight, knowing how you feel about majin, and the fact that one was just all over me... When I look at you, I am filled with something one would define as love, even though I don't ...ever want you to see my body, or take my body. I fear if that ever happened... you would abandon me, too. I could bear you hating me, as long as you didn't disappear.
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★✰
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