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❀ info + lore dump
PLAYER
NAME: Nilla
CONTACT: PM preferred for people from Bakerstreet!
ACTIVE TIMES/PACE: uhhhhh I'm slow as shit I'm sorry.
BRACKETS/PROSE: brackets, but either!
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: please avoid yandere tropes, descriptive gore, and discussion of burning buildings
CONTACT: PM preferred for people from Bakerstreet!
ACTIVE TIMES/PACE: uhhhhh I'm slow as shit I'm sorry.
BRACKETS/PROSE: brackets, but either!
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: please avoid yandere tropes, descriptive gore, and discussion of burning buildings
OUT OF CHARACTER
BACKTAGGING: yes please and thank you
THREADHOPPING: in general yes? just please get permission from the other players, and avoid threadhopping into a serious thread.
FOURTHWALLING: no
NOT INTERESTED IN: threads where she actually kills someone
THREADHOPPING: in general yes? just please get permission from the other players, and avoid threadhopping into a serious thread.
FOURTHWALLING: no
NOT INTERESTED IN: threads where she actually kills someone
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
VISUAL: a girl around 5'3"/163 cm with purple hair and eyes, wearing a dress with bone, flower, and butterfly motifs
AURAL: soft-spoken, gentle, almost whispery. English VA (Melody Muze) line compilation | Chinese, English, Japanese, and Korean voice comparison
OLFACTORY: she smells strongly of flowers
DEMEANOUR: withdrawn within herself, keeping her distance from others and her hands often tucked in front of her body. tends to observe from afar opposed to interact with things directly
AURAL: soft-spoken, gentle, almost whispery. English VA (Melody Muze) line compilation | Chinese, English, Japanese, and Korean voice comparison
OLFACTORY: she smells strongly of flowers
DEMEANOUR: withdrawn within herself, keeping her distance from others and her hands often tucked in front of her body. tends to observe from afar opposed to interact with things directly
IN CHARACTER
PHYSICAL AFFECTION: she has a touch that kills living beings on contact, so she is extremely avoidant when it comes to touch. but at the same time, she's incredibly touch-starved and desperately wants a hug. so basically it's complicated
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: Y
RELATIONSHIPS: Y - my favorite canon ships are her with the Trailblazer, Mydei, Aglaea, Phainon, and Cipher, but I'm down for anything! including cross-canon!!
PSYCHIC & PSIONIC INFORMATION:
MAGICAL INFORMATION: she has a deadly aura to go along with her deadly touch. It's usually suppressed, but she's able to activate it at will, causing anything within five paces to enter a trance where they feel like they're being swallowed by darkness and unease.
MEDICAL INFORMATION:
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS:
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: Y
RELATIONSHIPS: Y - my favorite canon ships are her with the Trailblazer, Mydei, Aglaea, Phainon, and Cipher, but I'm down for anything! including cross-canon!!
PSYCHIC & PSIONIC INFORMATION:
MAGICAL INFORMATION: she has a deadly aura to go along with her deadly touch. It's usually suppressed, but she's able to activate it at will, causing anything within five paces to enter a trance where they feel like they're being swallowed by darkness and unease.
MEDICAL INFORMATION:
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS:
☆ code by kimmiserate ☆
▶ part i
Amunet said snow is the joy of reunion and sorrow of parting.
She was always in a trance as she stared at the people in the city.
The short knight came for training in front of the temple doors every day. The middle-aged priest occasionally dozed off under her high tower. The ascetic scholars distributed Antila flower biscuits to the children.
The children pushed and shoved as they engaged in a snowball fight in the distance, their laughter falling to her heart like ripe fruits.
From the tower, she tried but failed to differentiate their faces.
Holy Maiden — They only called her that when she appeared before the people, and nobody dared to look her in the eye.
She mustered the courage to move closer, but they stepped back, lowering their eyes even more. She still couldn't see any of their faces.
Until they were standing at death's door — the short knight suffered grievous wounds in battle, the middle-aged priest suffered from years of illness, and the ascetic scholar was infected by the patients they treated. At that moment, she was the closest to them.
Life was no longer an agonizing struggle, but turning at her fingertips into flower petals in the wind.
When she finally had the chance to look at their faces, she turned away instead, for she could not bear to look.
"Some hands were born to sow plants, some were born to govern... Yours carrying out the fated duty of parting."
Amunet's words echoed in her ears. She once wondered what her hands could possibly leave behind.
When she came to her senses, she was looking at an incomplete ice sculpture in her hands — Young warriors wielding their weapons, mothers embracing their children who were going to war, couples that cradled each other's faces with longing...
Those people are no longer around. But this sort of thing will still happen again and again in the land covered by the snowstorm... and lands beyond the snowstorm.
She finally understood that even the snow in Aidonia will melt, just as everything must walk into Death's embrace.
"Nikolaos who loved to smile, the kind Ilana
And Crito, who was as silent as the wind...
At night, I held up those Forgotten names and forlorn memories,
And turned the sorrows of the day into the boiling heat immersed in snow. ..."
— A poem titled "Aidonia" written by the girl