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 Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 3:03 pm
Character name: Amarus
Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: Dormitory
Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words: Stubborn, cruel, ambitious; Amarus loves baking and narcotics and is beginning to feel like maybe her lifestyle choices make her lonely. But she'll go down fighting.
Does your character have a ship/ OTP? Enzo is/was the closest thing to a ship I think.
Describe your character if they were a vegetable: You know what? An Amaranth, because I'm lazy, and those are apparently considered leaf vegetables by some people. A flower that can be eaten. Yeah, that sounds right.
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? I don't think she honestly pays much attention to music, unless it's Enzo and the Boss.
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? She loves plants, experimenting with her narcotic essence, and baking. If she could combine all three hobbies she'd be in heaven. Oh, she also likes to beat the fun out of things.
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? Really none, honestly. I guess science, if you count her drugs and plants obsession, but she's pretty active physically too.
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? Pretty out of it. She's nice sometimes, but mostly kind of a hateful individual. Condescending.
What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) Ambitious, and she'll protect the people she loves like nobody's business; never stops fighting for what she believes in. Creative.
What are your character's personality flaws? Really not easy to get along with or understand, terrible for communication, definitely not much of a "thinky" type.
What is your character's favourite colour? Purple, probably.
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: Either War or Conquest: War, because that's generally her personality, and having wings would make her super pleased with life; Conquest because thematically and comfort-zone-wise she felt so very at home on the Isle.
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? Very bishonen, probably. Suits, I imagine. She'd be all about the cufflinks. Who knows why.
If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? Probably by getting them high and throwing them into very miserable and unmanageable situations to show them how it feels to struggle against nigh impossible odds. Let's never find out.
Who does your character look up to? I'm not really sure she looks up to anyone, really. Mort, when she had all her memories.
What is a great weakness of your character? She can't do the love thing, it wrecks her. That sounds like a stupid weakness, but it has really proved to be one of her greatest conflicts; she never feels like she'll fit in, and she's pretty sore about the no-family thing.
What are their favourite foods? Lotus snacks.
Favourite fashion style? Pretty much exactly what she wears, all the time.
Favourite minipet? Her black sapphire Lupia, probably; his name is Malachi; he keeps her company. She also loves Promise (Diamond Dust Poms Behemoth) and Songbird (Comet Phoenix Hatchling).
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? She'd probably be the antagonist, or a weird hermit who has the secret to whatever quest the protagonist is on but refuses to share it for pick-a-reason. Yeah, definitely a hermit.
Describe your character as a mythical creature: A dragon, definitely a dragon. That kind that curls around towers and keeps princes at bay.
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain I suspect she'd be like someone from Wonderland. Not the Queen of hearts; she wouldn't actively be trying to kill anyone, I think, she'd just be trying to amuse herself and end up almost killing everyone. It's all for fun!
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? Home. Or, failing that, to the Isle of Conquest.
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? That she is actually a lot more soft on the inside than she would like to admit, and she is her own greatest weakness.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 4:17 pm
] ❀ [ r e b i r t h ] ❀ [
day one
In the aftermath of some great crisis, perhaps one could be reborn. Amarus wasn't too sure. She figured that instead, it could twist a ghoul, warp them. Was she better than she had been, stronger? Or weaker, because each new failure or triumph left a crack in the simplicity of her original design? A weak point, a fault line that could be exploited if someone knew where to hit.
Songbird trilled at the window, and she raised one hand to create a perch; the comet phoenix hatchling flitted over and curled its little talons around her offered fingers. She smiled at it, a sort of distant look on her face.
"Do you think we will be lonely for all our time, my songbird?" she asked it, quietly, and tried not to feel sad at its lack of reply. It tipped its head at her and trilled again, and she shrugged one shoulder. "Perhaps my devotion to conquest will, in the end, leave me hollow," she whispered, glad no one was there to hear her.
And yet sorry that she, herself, had heard such a thing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 4:25 pm
] ❀ [ f a m i l y ] ❀ [
day two
The concept of family was one that had bothered Amarus since she could remember. At one point, she had felt that she was building a family even though she had never known one of her own. Being a spirit meant that she didn't come with any pre-established bonds, nothing like siblings or parents could offer. She had considered her isolation a strength, because she didn't have to worry about her bonds with anyone.
Over time, she had formed bonds, and those had been immensely precious to her. However, since the black and ornately decorated lock had nestled against her ribs she had found many of her memories more painful to recall than they had been before. She chalked it up to the way that memory distorted over time, but it was still hard to come to accept that even those she had once loved had become bittersweet in her memory.
In the end, her club was her salvation, but even that she'd failed to fully seize. It was a work in progress, something she was having to struggle with. She had so many dreams, a family that was not a family, strength in their training. A team. She wanted to be part of a team, but having failed to find one she felt like joining, was trying to recruit others with minds like hers.
So far, it had proved far more difficult than she could have imagined. Most of her merry band was at complete odds with her, or was interested in only one facet of her cause. Would she never find someone who understood? So long as she kept lying about what she felt and thought, probably; the thing was, she'd never really concentrated too much on what she felt, because her feelings generally seemed to be traitorous.
Even at this point in her afterlife, it seemed like she was a lot more likely to lynch her feelings than to admit them.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 6:51 pm
] ❀ [ v i l l a i n ] ❀ [
day three
Malachi curled around Amarus' shoulders as she walked down her usual campus trail, hands in her club jacket's pockets. She listened to the sound of her bells ringing through the damp silence, and thought: I must be the villain, if I only ever look out for myself.
But she didn't always look out only for herself. She thought of her second in command, she thought of Enzo; those were her only two thoughts, at that moment, the only redeeming ones. The ones she felt something for. She missed some acquaintances, some students she cared for, but mostly she separated herself from anything that could make her feel vulnerable. The more vulnerable, the less she would be near them.
What was the difference, in the end, between heroes and villains? Did it just depend on who was telling the story? She didn't really want to imagine herself as a hero; someone who saved others, who sacrificed their own wellbeing in favour of another's-- what kind of habit would that become? But if Enzo wasn't well, she would care.
Ultimately, Amarus didn't understand the difference between hero and villain, she just knew that if she was called upon to be one or the other, she'd always choose to be the villain. It was easier, it was more natural. She didn't have the patience for weakness, she didn't care about strangers or peace or harmony. And yet, somehow, she had become a resident advisor, and cherished the role.
It was about pride, most likely; pride in strength, and unity. Also she wanted to be the best, and in competitions it was nice if her fellow dormitory denizens put forth their best effort.
Thinking about the concept of villain, Amarus managed to walk her entire route petting Malachi to sleep. In the end, did it matter? One way or another, she'd continue to be herself.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 12:53 pm
] ❀ [ w o n d e r ] ❀ [
day four
What had she felt, that day on the hill, watching a stranger weave a crown of flowers for her? A sense that she was in a dream, a sense that she was someone else. There was hope, in that version of her. It was as though someone had pulled the misery that shackled her away from her spirit, let her feel free for one afternoon.
It was a similar feeling to the one she'd felt at prom, when she had danced with Enzo, when she had felt-- her memories glazed over for a moment, as Amarus tried to skim chunks of time that no longer existed. Gaps in her recollection that she hardly noticed; she wasn't aware anything had been there before. In any case, she thought about that dance, about that night: a feeling of wonder had overtaken her, and that same feeling did now only when she was alone. Alone with her thoughts, with Malachi and with Songbird and Promise, alone on her morning run. In those moments, she felt a sensation of wonder overwhelm her: the sheer loveliness of being all alone filled her with wonder.
Alone, she didn't have to be the villain. She didn't have to do or be anything, she didn't have to say a single word if she didn't want to. She often didn't want to at all. She had entered Amityville alone, and she would surely leave it alone-- it was the in-between space that made her worry, sometimes. The wonder felt a lot like loneliness, some days.
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