solara breen

heaven is here if you want it

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{ solara breen }

⚡︎ BASICS ⚡︎

NAME: Solara Breen NICKNAMES: N/A AGE: 20 BIRTHDAY: June 21 SPECIES: Tempest Witch OCCUPATION: Waitress at Scylifino Ristorante SEXUALITY: Straight RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single RESIDENCE: Asharran Apartment FACECLAIM: Rachel Zegler

[ TRIGGERS: INJURY ]

⚡︎ TRAITS ⚡︎

POSITIVE: Optimistic, Determined, Hardworking, Creative, Clever NEGATIVE: Emotional, Unpredictable, Naive, Easily Flustered, Anxious STRENGTHS: Metal, Weather, Storm Creation, Basic Healing Magic WEAKNESSES: Unstable Powers, Mortality, Climate, Insulation Materials

⚡︎ BIOGRAPHY ⚡︎

Born of two hardworking mages, Solara Breen was the much anticipated baby girl after four boys. Her lineage started off awkwardly - her father was best with magic of creation. He grew up poor, a family of lowly farmers on the outskirts of Withermore, honing in his magical abilities on crops, herbs, and food necessary to keep up with harsh winters. Her mother was from the heart of Cheridi, a quiet family responsible for last rites and funereal services of well-off townsfolk. They prayed to their gods of death for safe passages, and to keep their own family free of the cold embrace until it was their time.

Needless to say, opposites do attract.

Five children came along, one after the other, each with their own magical prowess of their own. The Breens were unsure how those capabilities would manifest, given how different their skillsets were, but each was different than the last, and out of control in their own unique way. One with an innate sensibility of how everything worked, creating prototypes and infusing magic with machinery. Another, all things plants and nature. The next, illusions and grand gestures and performances, followed by manipulations of matter and the very fabric of reality around the world.

By the time Solara came along, the Breens were bracing themselves for what other burst of magic would come along - but from an early age, they realized Solara didn't have similar outrageous tendencies, random spurts of magic that could damage. She possessed capabilities of healing, and the household breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, a Breen who wouldn't nearly knock the house down with their powers, and her father was even more excited by how closely his magic was with his daughter's. They were a very magic friendly household, not wanting their children to shy away from their abilities, but rather embrace them - the good, the bad, and the ugly. And Solara enjoyed how much good she got out of hers. She liked being the one to help the hurt, the control she had over her skills. The one to help put the pieces back together when the budding witches would accidentally destroyed. It gave her a sense of purpose.

Her and her brothers grew up close in age, and close in friendship. When Solara turned twenty, they set out on a journey of their own - they wanted to sail across the sea. There was a legendary city across the water called Gossamus, far out from Cheridi, from Destarin, that was rife with magic and magic users, and they wanted to try their fortune elsewhere. Of course, none of them had ever been sailing, and it was quite the gamble to assume that a city like that would be welcoming to outsiders, if legend was to be believed. But they grew up with parents who were encouraging, and wished for them to find the same luck and fortune they found with each other.

It was supposed to be a nine day journey. Three days into the sailing the boat was hit with a devastating storm. The seas rocked and the Breen children were forced to evacuate into a lifeboat. However, as Solara, being the youngest and the only girl, was led into the lifeboat, lightning struck right over them - and while she tried to protect herself with a spell, it only seemed to make it worse. It separated brothers from sister, and Solara was cast into the ocean as her lifeboat was destroyed. In pain and scared, she found a larger piece of driftwood, and hung onto it for dear life. Eventually, long after the storm passed, a cargo ship headed for Destarin spotted her and gathered her on board. Solara was shivering, cold, and her back and arms ached with lightning burns.

She mourned for her brothers, unsure of their fate, discovering that along with her emotional turmoil, the weather seemed to follow suit. Days of somber thoughts equaled clouds and rain and storms, and the mysterious scars along her skin faded and turned a whitish silver. And she wasn't a very good healer anymore, but her cries and screams and overblown emotions meant that blasts of lightning, or a personal raincloud, or sudden gusts of wind came to follow. Something about the storm they were caught in that fateful day must have altered her abilities somehow, she was sure of it. Especially when word of her brothers reached her, how they had survived and made it across the sea, and the skies opened up to beautiful weather for a week. Hoping to one day join her brothers in the splendors of a new and faraway land, she refused to make the journey until she had a control over her very hectic, very confusing new abilities - easier said than done.

⚡︎ HEADCANONS ⚡︎

Has always wanted to take up archery.

Her favorite food is blueberries, and will eat anything and everything blueberry related.

Fashion sense is typically very flowy, with lots of layers.

Easily cold.

Makes her own jewelry.

⚡︎ CONNECTIONS ⚡︎

[evelynscourge]

Evelyn had frequented Scylifino’s since it had opened, her mother's favourite place to eat when they'd been able to afford to as she was originally from Crirtha. Only special occasions had warranted it, Evelyn had even had her last maiden's day there, dining with her sisters and mothers, flirting with satrys and nymphs. Granted, all of that was so long ago very few who remained in the establishment probably remembered those times, Evelyn's mother had lived a mortal life and passed only a few years after Evelyn had married.

At the approach of the young waitress, Evelyn allowed for her frazzled ramblings on various drinks, adjusting the deep red snakeskin dress she wore so it laid more gently across her thighs than when she had initially taken her seat. Evelyn was not much for ales in general but the vintner sounded promising.

"Take a breath, love," Evelyn offered in response to the woman's charming efforts. Evelyn knew she would have gone mad in such a field, the consistent effort for positivity and hospitality when perhaps one didn't quite feel it. Certainly she was exhausted from the way her smile pulled but had not arrived in such a way, the delicate earrings that showed through her beautiful brown hair displayed time taken on her appearance, not that Evelyn could tell if it was an effort done for the woman's own pride, for more tips, or perhaps for someone else at the establishment she hoped to impress. Regardless, if she'd been frazzled when she left her home Evelyn imagined the effort would not have been taken.

"I am waiting on my husband, he might be some time," she explained, Evelyn actually unsure of how long his work would take him, perhaps he would not even show - Evelyn would not be upset with this, his work had brought him back to her afterall. "So you need not rush to me. But if you would like I could be exceptionally demanding, perhaps I need an impossible to find vintner from five decades ago. No one would fault you for taking some time to search for it. I'm sure even other customer's would be sympathetic to you being cornered into my requests." Implication being she might give herself a short break where ever they kept their drinks without the frustrations of other tables. After all, who could fault her for not wanting to upset a guild leader?

"On your way perhaps simply ask the chef to make me something he thinks I'll like, and if you forget, well, I suppose I might become more demanding," she smiled softly at the young woman.

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There was the briefest pause, before Solara obeyed and allowed herself to heave a little breath, partially due to the busyness of the restaurant and partially from being out of breath at her fast paced way of speaking. So much to say, so little time - that was Solara. "Oh, date night?" she smiled. "Or, late afternoon, I guess? That's nice!" Somehow that made her feel a little more... spazzy, maybe because she felt the stakes were higher. Solara was a romantic at heart anyway, and though they were married (clearly there was already a connection), she wanted to make sure it was special. The other table she had was a family of four, the two children being loud and disruptive, so hopefully they would be out soon.

"Do you know the chef?" she asked. Solara was still a little new here, and the dynamics of the kitchen staff intimidated her a bit. Ever the optimist and extrovert, there wasn't any issue introducing herself or being friendly, but the last thing she wanted to do was overstep. Be in the good graces of the kitchen staff, and they would help your food go out faster, is what she learned in her time here already. "And I do like going through the wine racks... should I tell the chef your name, Miss...?"

[ueharahiro]

Oh Chung Ae blinked when the woman thusly revealed that she would pick food off of the plates before they were served to the patrons -- of which he was a patron -- and decided then that he no longer felt inclined to dine here if the waitstaff were shoving their fingers into his food. It filled his stomach with a sour sensation and so decided instead that maybe just a drink would be fine and he could just eat at his estate later where he knew the personal chef employed there would handle his food appropriately.

"Just a glass of tea," he said to her and after a moment of brief consideration, decided also that he couldn't keep quiet about his internal thoughts so continued on in a hushed tone, "And I don't know if it's simply a cultural difference," as he was not native to this part of the realm so perhaps this was just the way things were over here, "but just a suggestion. Try not to keep eating the calamari off of the plates. It is unsanitary."

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"Tea, sure!" she affirmed, ready to run back and inform the kitchen before the man spoke again. Solara always had a bright smile on her face, which primed her perfectly for a job in customer service. She did her very best to be friendly and while this job could try her patience, it was good money and presented her with an opportunity to keep herself and her new abilities in check. That was a win, in her eyes, as frustrating as change could be.

Her cheeks flushed a bit, and she brushed off the comment with a polite laugh as best as she could. "Don't worry, that was just me recommending it," she said. "I just mean to say it's that good, that we could eat it right off the plate." That never happened. Of course not. "It helps that we're so close to the water, we always seem to get lucky with our catches." It took her no time at all to get tea for the man, small bowls of sugar and milk along with it in the event it was too bitter for him. "Here you are!" she chirped, depositing it on the table. "You said 'cultural difference' earlier - are you not from Destarin?"

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"--So, we're a little low on our fall ales due to Vearlia and the offerings, but, um, my boss wants everyone to know we do have a barrel aged vintner that is exquisite, and perfect for the colder months." Solara had been keeping her cool as well as she possibly could. They were understaffed at the restaurant and she was taking tables and hosting and was very pointedly ignoring the way the clouds over the restaurant seemed to be steadily moving in. If Solara focused on the task at hand... maybe the sun would come out. The one table she was helping was running her ragged, so needy and giving her so little time to concentrate on other tables. She wouldn't be surprised if it begun to rain right over where they were sitting. But finally they let her go, and she had a chance to see the patron seated near the window.

"Thank you so much for waiting," Solara approached with a mildly frazzled smile. Her homemade, mismatched shell earrings poked out from her mildly frizzing hair. "My name is Solara, I'll be taking care of you today. Anything to drink? I like our sour ales personally... and I can't stop eating our deep fried calamari, sometimes I'll take a piece from the plates before they go out to the table, but don't tell my boss."

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