Ophelia 'Evermore' Avalon
Jul 4, 2015 14:37:45 GMT -7
Post by ❧Evermore on Jul 4, 2015 14:37:45 GMT -7
Ophelia 'Evermore' Avalon
Medical Techniques
Dian Xue Shu
Soul Caster
Clan
Kumomusha
Nara
Karinui
Venator
Taijutsu
Meimei Undoshinkei
Art of Throwing
La Rapière des Saint-Didier
Genjutsu
Shadow
Miscellaneous
Ritualist - Binding
Alchemist
Psyche
Once again I find mine self troubl'd with the differences in this land. Mine psyche is what I would clepe dark. Yet in this land dark is oft overlain with evil. Evil is not mine way. I seek mine own path and mine own pleasure but an innocent ne'd not perish to make that so. I am not one who is inclin'd to mortal arbitrament. At mine core I am a healer, yet yea then I will consider what benefit thither is to me. Is that haply evil? I think not.
I am not one f'r cater-cousins 'r family. Human bonds hast always seem'd unnecessary. I doth howev'r love to travel. 'Tis part of wherefore I left Losiel. I love seeing new lands though some of the differences hither art not of mine liking. I am nay follower of these 'electronics' that the people of this place seem so fond of. Haply 'tis unwise on mine part yet it seems so strange 'tis simply beyond mine ken. I am by nature an observ'r. I prefer to watch what unfolds than to meddle. Lest of course 'tis to mine benefit to take part. Haply that makes me a bad person.
I doth not seek to make people suffer howev'r. Mine dram pets art quite special to me, though the cycle of death dost not take me by surprise. 'Tis simply a part of this ordinary. I still expect the respect due to mine station. I am from a very well to doth family that cannot disown me nay matter how they try. I am nay commoner, I will not be treat'd as such. If 'twas not gross in sense I am not one that is quick to back down from a conflict, be it verbal 'r physical. Unless of course thither is nay benefit to me. Haply I take too much enjoyment in pressing peoples limits, though of course I wot when I wilt back down as well.
I hast notic'd ov'r mine travels that people art inclin'd to follow what I say 'r wish to travel with me. 'Tis not something I hast encourag'd. I doth not like to tie myself down with companions, n'r doth I like to take a leadership role, yet f'r some reason they flock to me like ducks. Haply I am oft apathetic, yet the evil that taints the darkness of this ordinary is something i cannot turn a blind eye to.
I hast dram patience f'r faith 'r superstition. I believe every person forges their own path. Thither art nay outside forces that influence actions 'r decisions. Those that claim thither art, art daws. I hast dram patience f'r daws and hast nay problem removing them from mine path. They serve only to stand in the way of true work and pleasure.
Compliment Extern
Mine locks art a pale shade of gold, falling in waves to mine posteri'r. The shorter sections of the front art inclin'd to crisp into ringlets, which is moo gross in sense in mine chosen style. The front portion is pull'd back and ti'd with a dark ribbon. I wear trinkets in mine hair. Two bawbling skulls gift'd to me by mine eight legg'd companions and two feathers. A macabre piece most certainly. Two bawbling locks hang free from mine style and frame mine brow. Mine brows art darker than mine hair making them visible upon mine face.
Dark face paint off sets mine eyes. It make the pale blue of mine eyes seem distant and dark, something I've been told is frightening. Mine nose is long and straight, mine lips pale and full. Mine skin is equally pale, and alabaster in compliment extern. Not a single mark mars mine skin and I quite intend to keep it that way. As a meet lady 'tis only mine hands and face that art shown outside mine clothing. I am not inclin'd to this new ordinary habit of bearing mine skin to the whomsoev'r passes by.
Mine dress is in the typical Losielian fashion. White and black art the dominating colors of mine clothing. The collar is high, hugging mine throat tightly and ti'd with a black ribbon reminiscent of the one in mine hair. The sleeves art black and tight to mine corse yet the cuffs blossom as is the style. They art edg'd with white ruffs and held with corset style stitching. The vertical stripes help to accentuate mine natural curvature, though I am the first to admit mine chest is chariest mine hips moo than make up f'r that.
Mine shoes art typical in fashion as well. Bawbling boots that rise to mine ankles and button clos'd. They hast a bawbling heel to raise mine height a chariest inch 'r two. Of course I oft wear different dresses, though I certainly fav'r dark colors. I wear equally chariest night clothes though f'r those i fav'r lighter colors. I will nev'r be caught in gaskins howev'r. The idea of distaff in gaskins is simply unbelievable to me. Wherefore would they desire to wear such harsh garments? I couldst haply understand riding gaskins but aught else is an affront to our gender.
Saga
'Twas with the usual grandeur that I was born within Losiel. Mine parents wast of the upper echelon. Mine father a wealthy landholder, mine mother the child of an equally wealthy man. 'Twas a match made in the bank. And how thrill'd wast they to hast a child, golden of hair and light of eye. Mine compliment extern was all they couldst hast hop'd f'r. Yet dram did they wot what I would become. As a youth I was as ingraft as they pleas'd. Full of mirth and merriment. 'Twas as I grew older that they found how unseemly I would become.
'Twas of course the fashion f'r a girl to marry whilst still young enough to be seemly. Yet I had nay interest in wedding. F'r sooth it seem'd nay suit'r would take me. Haply 'twas mine sharp features 'r quick wit. 'r haply 'twas the spiders. I nev'r couldst decide upon that. When it became apparent I was unlikely to w'd mine parents began to push hobbies upon me. As if song 'r picturing would make me likely to attract a man. How very wrong they wast. 'Twas then they found shame in their lovely child. 'Twas then they found ways to keep me from company. 'Twas then I decid'd losiel was not the place f'r me to live.
An ocean lay 'ere me. A vast planet fill'd with wonders beyond mine wildest dreams. I was able to barter mine way aboard ships. Mine parents had fill'd me with knowledge of healing, a valuable asset on any ship. Nev'r did they realize the extent of mine insanity. Not mine parents, not the crew, nay, not a single one. And thus I found myself in a ordinary of 'modern influence'. 'Twas all quite overwhelming. I spent much of mine times in the wood, whence these modern machines wast not as likely to be found. 'Twas thither that I found the darkness. And a man whom none couldst clepe 'friend'... yet the spiders, they came to him as they came to me.
This man taught unto me the secrets of the arachnids. The eight legg'd creatures began to harken to mine clepe, as they did his. Unfortunately f'r the stranger mine will was strong. His attempts to draw me in, to make me part of his 'clan' wast f'r naught. The cov'r of darkness would spirit me aroint 'ere he couldst mar mine corse with hideous extra arms such as his.
Deeper I delv'd into the darkness, without the knowledge that I was in a land whence darkness meant evil. The next man I met was a master of the undead. Necromancy was his forte. Wwhilst the undead ne'd not be evil his methods of calling and using them certainly wast. Haply I consider most folk to be simpering, blinking idiots, yet yea I would not be so openly evil as to turn them to the undead. Mine journey is mine goal and whilst I may grise on others to make mine way I will not murder needlessly. 'Twas then that I fell to gentle company. A band of brothers and sisters who work'd to eliminate the evil that so openly walk'd this strange land. They wast more than keen to welcome me to their order, haply nev'r knowing how truly twist'd I was.
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