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@hermagoa
❝ i love you i promise i always will & i chose you forever … … i’ll choose you still ❞
greek mythology’s ARTEMIS ! an independent oc highly sel & mused by itsu - read rules before interacting - *art credit rightfully belongs to @athenistics !
CHARACTER FLAWS &&. STRENGTHS | 001
↳ Bold what applies to your muse!
⚔ FLAWS
moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive vengeful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky
♛ STRENGTHS
honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm
TAGGED BY: @maqxi TAGGING: @lunaliee; @rex-misericordi ; @chocobotrader ; and anyone else who wants to do it
hey, Light ?
when Vanille SAVES the d e a d, what’ll happen to me ? what about MY SOUL ?
sel. ind. hope estheim, canon & au compatible, written by free
@hermagoa
Magic danced on her lips, as her blood boiled in her veins. She tore through the winter morning like a comet, as sparks of magic escaped from her fingertips to attack her pursuers. Although her features were ashen with fear, her actions suggested otherwise - with deliberate thoughts she moved, ideas unfurling before her like chess moves. Right. Left. Around the corner. Up the roof. She moved with agile grace, marred by debris as the very city crumbled beneath the impact of the ongoing struggle. Flashes of magic lit up the sky, a deadly concoction of colours that dazzled the eyes. Around her, a great garden of fire crackled. An unfortunate assailant got caught in it, but not before his hands reached out to grab her hair. She shrieked in fear, green eyes widening, flashing with pure terror, and for a moment, she felt the very kiss of death. As intimate as a lover, as cold as knife-point. Agni whirled back and screamed a hex that scorched the very earth itself. Tentacles of light tore the ground, grabbing at the sky, like a drowning sailor seeking salvation—- Then. Silence. A girl, no more than fifteen, had emerged from the smoke.
blood-curdling shriek shatters apprehensive atmosphere. she clothes herself within the depths of black fumes. it is the scream that conjures her presence. she emerges from the smoke and snakes her way to the one who breathed life into her heart, the one who turned her spirit into flesh and bones. the rosette snaps her fingers together. electrifying red streaks spark from milky digits. all the color fades to monochromatic despair. and all time freezes into slumber crystal. full, petal lips smirk. stormy azure hues fixate ‘pon the visage of the warrior princess. she cocks her head to one side, feigning pity. ❝ how... careless. you nearly died. what if I told you that second chances were real? would you like... a do-over? ❞ petite girl claps her hands together. the world around them swirls in chaotic rainbow spiral, retracing time exactly three minutes prior to their fated encounter. all of the warrior’s enemies ambush them, though they float in place, locked in crystalline time. ❝ why don’t you try again, Agni? and this time, fight to live and not to die. ❞
DON’T give up. I won’t give up. don’t give up. no no no—
a multi-muse rp. penned by hedge.
♡ lσyαlly yσυяѕ .
Big, bold ears flip-flop in ochre excitement as he flails his head from left to right like wild elephant shooing away pesky fruit flies. A handheld device rests within gingerly clamped jaws. He sets the humming piece of electronic at her knees, withdrawing in simple steps backwards to let her examine what he’s presented her. Sleeping screen awakens, flashing with soothing light. 〔 It’s your dream, sleepyhead! You’ll recognize me soon enough! 〕 Foxy creature slips around kneeling child, climbing deftly up thick mahogany of wise and ol’ tree that shades them. 〔 Aren’t you supposed to be with Noct? 〕
♤ bяαт
Coral curiosity squints her bright blue eyes as she studies the series of text alerts the unfamiliar critter sends her. Steady digits take the phone into her clutches, and she runs a thumb over the glossy, smooth surface of the device. Attentions stirs and turns towards the scampering creature. She leaps to her feet, angling head back to watch as it climbs like a squirrel up the grand trunk. ❝ Not at all, sillyhead. It’s Lightning I’m supposed to bother. ❞
♡ lσyαlly yσυяѕ . (starter for @hermagoa )
Slumbering child sleeps in sweet, sugary reverie. Delightful creature leaps for joy, hovering o’er fragile form of slender rose-haired girl. Wispy whiskers tickle milky white digits resting ‘pon dew-dampened moss. He nuzzles the flat of her palm tenderly, blinking all the while as the faithful keeper of her dreams.
♤ bяαт
She rises and she wakes, slipping in and out of hazy semi-consciousness. The light of her face shines on pearly white furball, a creature unfamiliar to one devilish child’s rebooting cerebrum. With no need for haste, she draws herself ‘pon her knees, brushing itchy tufts of dead grass from the front of her black-laced gown. ❝ What are you? ❞ quoth the fledgling. ❝ And where am I? ❞
“ I WILL PROTECT YOU THROUGH YOUR DARKEST DREAMS. “
@coraurix answered:
Oh, how the blond recoiled. How jaw fell slack as shoulders haunched, rounded & automatic in how the perplexed gunslinger’s frame was tilted on its axis. A huff of air all that slipped slitted lips; a startled sound,a hushed sound, whilst he leant away from the youth as if that would settle the discomfort to rouse within the pits of nerves set alight. Was he defensive? Ha. How tense he’d grown, over what was fact. Over what even he knew to be true, betwixt thoughts envious & doubting. Betwixt tendrilsoozing & p o i s o n i n g to the mind till it was swept up in the current & swayed to the negative, to the predator that was darkness. Ever-lurking,ever waiting for its prey. He was not perfect, oh no. Inside of him, heavywithin a cage of bone & flesh, was not a heart brimming with light; of carefree smiles & laughs such as the mask he presented to the stage that was the world surrounding. Round & around & around haduncertainty wound its coils, grasping, tightening its barbs till fears unable to be shaken or thrown threatened to suffocate all he was.
He knew what was within him, what ensared thoughts of hope & mirth the second he slipped- what caused eyelids to droop & movements to falter amongst even those not but warmth, belonging, radiated from, except… that was what made him human, wasn’t it? Humans were not without their faults, their insecurities, their darkness.
&…
yet…
Just how much was to much?
“ Ahahahhh… ” ( well, that’s not very nice, ) found itself upon the tip of waiting tongue. Though, the joke fell flat. The thought snatched just as swift as it’d formed, dissipating, leaving not but a question in its wake. “ And what place is that- er, this- exactly? ”
♤ bяαт
The flat of two tiny palms clap together in ardent kiss. A flash of ruby, one wild streak of thunderous lightning flares from the rose-haired child’s hands. And the realm in which the two reside morph in dizzying tunnel of vividly swirling colors ‘til it settles in a nighttime boulevard of a sleeping and desolate Lucis. ❝ You amuse me, mortal one. ❞ The girl chirps her giggling song as she snaps milky thumb and index digits together. At once, the sun steals a glance o’er the horizon, smiling its radiance ‘pon the many heads that amble about in the bustling streets of the busy city. ❝ It’s a dream. Not mine. But not quite yours either. ❞ She skips on steady feet that carry her with prim and proper poise, gracefully leaping atop the wooden bench by the streetlight. With the assistance of the bench, she meets his eye level and beams her childish satisfaction, all the while poking the flat of his sternum with a daring index finger. ❝ Care to guess whose dream it is? ❞ Cunning smirk slithers like evergreen serpent up the slope of her full petal lips. ❝ You are not welcome in the spirit realm however. So here you are as you abide in the world of dreams. Think of it as a state of limbo. A midway, crossroads for communication, between your world and ours. For when the human vessel sleeps, the spirit does not always rest. And if the chink in the armor that guards your heart is weak, it makes it all the more attractive for Daemons to influence your soul. ❞ With a single plop, she takes her seat on the laminated, smooth surface of the mahogany, dangling her legs and she kicks her feet to and fro. ❝ Though, I wouldn’t know why you’re here in this dream in the first place. They say that the heart and spirit are two different entities. I’m made of the former. Borne of forgotten childhood memories. A brotherhood of one shared dream. But also influenced from the King and Oracle’s faithful intercession on behalf of Noctis. ❞ Like a little pup, she cocks her head to one side, and bright cerulean hues fix their steadfast focus ‘pon his fascinating orbs. ❝ So tell me. Is this darkness in your heart fear, o’ noble and daring child of man? What are you afraid of? From what I’ve observed, you mask your fear behind daredevil risks and humorous jokes to be taken lightly. ❞
ϟ — SAVIOR.
The dragon’s defeat she had expected, guaranteed. However, she had thought her victory would come in her own time. Then— ready, focused once more— she could deal with her, the girl that walked in the Chaos, unmarred.
She had not expected Snow. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps she should have. Perhaps she hadallowed herself to be caught off guard. Then again, he’d made a habit of surprising her back then, long ago.
But, that was another time, another life. Did either of them really remember it anymore?
His question made her jaw tense. Her eyes narrowed, following him, she held a bit tighter to her blade, shield at the ready. The demon that had lured them both, it seemed, was all-but-forgotten in his wake.
He knew of her coming. Of course, everyone knew the legend. But this— she— was real, present. Now. He knew her mission yet he denied it. She could hear it in his voice. Why did he object? What had the long years taken from him that was not already long lost?
Snow.
A twinge of worry, doubt, moved through her and she shifted. Her eyes, however, did not move from him, not at first.
“ I can— ” I will. “ —if that’s what you want. ”
Her blade turned, slightly, a flash of light reflecting from it as she held it toward him.
Her eyes then, briefly, scanned behind him. Up, up— above— on the railing’s edge, she waited, watched. Why? What did she have to gain?
His suffering. Her eyes widened.
Had he seen it too? Her? How much she looked like Serah? Her eyes, quickly, darted back at the thought. If that were true, she needed to hurry before she was too late, before he was lost to her— toSerah— forever.
She would never forgive herself for that.
♤ bяαт
Her words, they cut like electrifying steel. It stuns and leaves him in the shock of his own ruination, his own destined demise he has oh, so resolved to endure and face. It is the cross he chooses to bear. A cross with no hope for salvation, no hope for a crown in the aftermath of war-torn trials. Purgatory is where he belongs. And if the legend of the Savior is true, then purgatory is a realm that cannot exist unless she is out of the picture in this fallen human world. ❝ I don’t know you, ❞ he grunts like snarling hellhound. A mutt long isolated from social interaction. ❝ And you don’t know me. ❞ But lo and behold, the curtain falls on the opening scene of this tragic, tragic play. And from the heavens above, one grandiose chandelier plummets blindly towards the palace floor. The human vessel for a Cie’th raises a clenched fist, shaking it at the little demon he knows too well. ❝ Lumina! ❞ growls the beast within blackened human heart. The shards of glass and all the candles freeze in timeless crystal, and all the ice spreads to coat the entire center of the palace lobby in frosty blue coldness. Haunting giggles reverberate, shrieking like haunting requiem for the restless dead. The rose-haired child claps her nimble hands together, and in a blink of an eye, snaps a fragment of the noble Savior’s sword from the entirety of the weapon. ❝ Devil of a child, I swear... ❞ mutters the retreating blond as the ice continues to spread across the first floor of the palace. The giggling child, however, dangles her feet o’erhead, kicking legs to and fro as she teases and taunts from the balcony of this melancholic playwright’s tragedy. ❝ I don’t recommend you go after him, y’know. Let him pout all he wants. ❞
This kid is a demon. How can she know Vincent’s name, much less his past?
Vincent doesn’t know her! Yet here she is, meddling in his life, almost scavenging his memories to find anything she can hold against him.
“Who sent you?”
He asks, some anger seeping through his voice. He’s secretly reaching for the gun holstered to his right thigh, just waiting for a bunch of Shadow Creepers to ambush him. Is she a spawn of Sephiroth? The all-black outfit does leave that question hanging, but the hair casts some doubt into it.
♤ bяαт
❝ Quit running around in circles, Vincent. ❞ Child garbed in black crosses tiny arms over her chest. She clothes herself with a garment like death, shrouding herself in the darkest of shadows. But the deafening mystery that cries aloud from her divine-like blue eyes is the clarity of the light that gleams within her soul. She walks in darkness, she walks in the miasma of chaos, but her childlike heart is untainted by muck. This thorny rose is no demon. ❝ No one sent me. I’m not out to get you, y’know. I’m made of the stuff that’s inside of a human heart. Forgotten childhood dreams. Neglected desire for child’s play and adventure. Hunger for unconditional love. Et cetera. ❞ She plops and takes her seat on cracked sidewalk of abandoned street: a ruination from war-torn battleground. ❝ You keep running away from your past. But it chases after you ‘til you overcome it. That’s how heroes in folklore emerge victorious. They slay the dragon that everyone’s so afraid of. They face the fears no one else dares to face. And the people that don’t face it are consumed by that dragon .They become a dragon as well. They become the very darkness they vowed to never become. Isn’t that... ironic? Isn’t it... sad? ❞
Her Soul’s Song
the lamb: ( vanille )
An unpleasant shiver went down Vanille’s spine when the pinkette got closer, her voice oh so sweet, but yet, so SICKENING, slim body almost floating through the chill air. When exposed arms folded open as if to offer a hug, Vanille could feel her partner’s body tensing behind her, most likely driven by the urge to PROTECT. The medic herself didn’t do anything but gasp in perplexity when unknown hands tightly clasped around her own and swayed to side to side, as if playing a game. Finding herself stuck in the undesirable touch, the pulsean simply cast a sudden gaze backwards at her beloved, silently informing her that everything was ALRIGHT. Even if this litte strange… Devil, child came off as anything but GOOD, she did come with facts. Vanille didn’t want to eleminate the onlylink they had to finding out what they had MISSED during centuries of slumber.
However as the pinkette spoke, Vanille felt her heart shatter in DESPAIR, the crippling sense ofrealization daunting upon her. Even during times of sleep, the syncronized souls had felt the state of the outside world — It was EXPIRING. But hope never left the pulsean’s side, so having facts explained openly like this was… Agonizing. Coccon? Gone? Did she mention Hope? Serah wasDEAD?! No… No it couldn’t be, they SAVED her! And Snow — A Cie’th? That couldn’t happen, Vanille REFUSED to believe it. She didn’t want to believe any of this, as a matter of fact, a part of her wanted to return to stasis and face the end of the world while ENCASED in crystal. But a sacred promise, years upon years ago, had been made, and she intended to keep it. She wouldn’t RUN anymore… Never again.
Emerald gaze fixated on the direction in which the child had pointed at, indeed, there was a CITY, with glimmering lights illuminating the horizon. All the information handed to them made Vanille sostunned she wasn’t even SURPRISED over the fact that this unknown figurine knew they were fromGran Pulse. After being given the name of this new city, the medic quickly coaxed herself free from icky grip around her hand and returned to FANG’S embrace, wide open eyes gazing in TERROR towards the small female. So once more, they would be faced with battling against time? Afterburying her delicate face in her partner’s azure blue sari, keeping a DISTANCE to the strange female, milions of questions ran through Vanille’s mind — But, she chose to focus on ONE.
“Who are you even?” the medic asked with a trembling voice, practically clinging onto her beloved. “And… And how did you know we were here?”
♤ bяαт
She clothes herself in black. A garment like the shadows, one hovering presence like misty darkness. But the tantalizing clarity in her bright blue hues echoes the eerie mystery of it all: her aura remains untainted, as clear and pure as love’s pure light itself. ❝ The people of Luxerion know me as, ‘ the little devil.’ But Snow and his people merely regard me by my alias, ‘ Lumina.’ Call me as you wish. Names have little meaning to me, Vanille. ❞ She stalks the pair of fallen Pulsean like a little but witty forest fox. As spontaneous as one untamed flash of lightning, she stops abruptly before the shorter of the two, standing on the tips of her toes with an incapacity to even regard personal boundaries. How... amusing. And yet, it is just as pitiful a sight for the child to behold. She feels it all, the chaos, the confusion, the bewilderment. Though it entertains her hunger for company and thirst for adventure, there is a ghost of puzzlement that leaves her soul a little emptier than when the two females were still frozen in crystal. What is this verdant and sickening sense of bittersweet dissatisfaction? ❝ Your arrival was foretold by the legends, y’know. There are those who refuse to believe. Others cling onto the hope of salvation and take it to the extreme, stripping away their own sense of self to become religious zealots. I’m merely a spectator. I watch and play my part as I deem it necessary. It’s more fun that way. ❞ Like a little fledgling, she plip-plops in multiple strides, walking backwards with eyes fixated on the warrior princess and the lamb without defect. ❝ I guess it wouldn’t be fair to surprise you, so I’ll let you in on a little secret, ‘kay? The people of Luxerion will be stirred into chaotic dishevel ‘pon your arrival, you see. The fulfilling of a prophecy always wrecks havoc on this pious city. They’ll want you to walk the faith with them in the cathedral. But others will be quick to assassinate and murder anyone who openly associates themselves with the religious order. ❞ Nonchalantly, the child shrugs and yawns, stretching nimble arms o’erhead ere she skips along the field of fuzzy dandelions and weeds. ❝ Hurry up, you two. I didn’t miss the fireworks show in Yusnaan just to waste my time standing around in the middle of nowhere. Let’s go. ❞
@noctyrant said:
❝ did you... say something? ❞
♤ bяαт
Twinkling stars. Her bright blue hues gleam with cerulean mischief fit for a little devil. ❝ Took you long enough to notice. ❞ She chirps her insolent song, and tiny arms cross o’er the front of her chest. Snakelike grin slithers up the slope of her rosy lips. ❝ There’s a feather in your hair. Chocobo’s fault. Not mine. ❞
KING ( @rex-misericordi )
❛ I believe that one shall not put their noses on other’s business, lady Lumina. You’ve already tormented this throne for long enough, it’s time for your burden to leave the Lucis line. It ends with me. ❜
Regis answered the girl that pestered his mind. Peaceful the King was, and it was rarely that one could bother him. Irritated features and unquiet lips demonstrateddiscomfort towards the young one. —— In his mind, he asked himself if her presence was a curse sent by the divine. She was there for so long, screaming how his weakness were going to kill Eos, but strong he was, not falling once.
He was tired. But he couldn’t give up, he could never do that. The King certainly went through worse, and it wouldn’t be kid who questioned his magic that wouldruin him. Not yet. His end was to come by foreign hands, burried under the people he swore to protect. Dead over the promise made by the six, that once the King of Light returns he would banish the Star Scourge from the face of this cursed world. His last hopes were that this demon in a girl’s vest wouldn’t pester his son in the future.
♤ bяαт
She’s a little devil who clothes herself in black, wearing the shadows like a second skin. But behold the eeriness of it all: the darkness does not taint her heart. Though she is primarily fun and games with devilish schemes like a wild demon with little regard from the gods and humanity, her icy blue eyes reflect a childlike innocence frozen in crystalline time. Peals of ringing bells tickle and taunt. Her haunting laughter reverberates across cold stone walls, tainting the smiling portraits with fiery mischief. ❝ All you want is to banish me, to cast me out and feed me to the dogs where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. Yet, you’ve always avoided the question that I think matters most. Why not ask me what it is that I want? Why not ask me why I linger around, loitering the halls of the castle, and accompanying Noctis when nightmares torment him in the dead of night? ❞ Slippery, slithering, and snake-like grin slides up her smiling lips. She skips o’er to where the King takes his authority in throne that belongs to His Highness. And, knowing no respect for personal boundaries, seats herself at the feet of the most high. ❝ If you’re, oh so wise, as all the lands rumor, then wouldn’t you agree that I couldn’t possibly be a curse if I’ve never done anything but talk to you? Your flesh is unscathed. As is the boy’s. A little discomfort is good for the soul, don’t you think? Nothing good ever comes easily. And I am anything but easy-going, noble King.❞ Little rosette rises to her feet and circles the throne like a witty forest fox. ❝ Oh dear, or is it because you don’t want to go into the deepest and darkest places in your heart? Surely, you’ve thought ahead about the future and the fate of your beloved child? What will you do to secure his inheritance? There’s a cross he has to carry. And battles he must fight in order to get the crown. Or are you too stubborn to even think about it? ❞
