DIVINA of the beetles
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DIVINA of the beetles
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WHERE: the opera theatre
WHEN:Β days prior to the blood brawl
WHO: closed for @ircncrowned
Sheβs fought all her life to keep away that insidious, parasitic thing called doubt. It preys on those of weak will and lesser worth, it roots in the hollows of their bellies and poisons them from the inside.
Now, allow Divina a moment to makeΒ perfectlyΒ clear: the knots tightly cinched in her own stomach are notΒ that. To doubt her chances of victory in her upcoming Blood Brawl debut would require a healthy, warranted fear of the ancient Shivaβone that Divina wholly lacks.Β
Instead, she feels the rumble of a familiar hungerβa terrifying, empty feeling that grows each time she hears passing whispers betting a monthβs worth of Blood Yen on her defeat.
In truth, no matter the key in which itβs sung or the melody that accompanies the word, there is no complimentary way in which to be called an underdog. Anger simmers into annoyance as Divina remembers it is, after all, her firstΒ Brawl. Those who underestimate her will soon be corrected. Publicly.
Privately, she does what any performer would with new, unfamiliar material. She rehearses. She knows well enough where her strengths lieβdeception, evasion, endurance. Where she lacksβhand-to-hand-combatβshe knows as well.Β
How lucky, then, to have a friendly Cicada to call upon?
Heavy wood panels cover the Opera Theatre stage, and as she paces back and forth across its width, from wing to wing, Divinaβs each step is followed by a familiarΒ thump and its resounding echo through the empty auditorium. A creak of the door springs her head upwards.Β
βYou came!β
The smile that comes next is perhaps wider than sheβd meant, and she works to soften the bunched edges of her cheeks and pull her excitement back, just a little, before a conspicuous flush of carnation tells the tale regardless. She settles her gaze on Cai, and with her mindβs eye, she makes real an illusionary grand welcome for her guestβa shower of cherry blossoms float gently from the space beneath the painted ceiling, and a spotlight guides the Cidada queen-in-waiting towards the stage to join her.
βWhen I asked if youβd help me train before the fight, I wasnβt sure if youβd consider it a conflict of interest.. But then I thought, surely, my victory over a Moth is in everyoneβsΒ best interest.β She plays with a teasing smile before she settles on one side of center stage, turning to face her teacher for the evening.Β βSo, where do we start?β
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Black Swan (2010) dir. Darren Aronofsky
WHERE: a practice courtyard, somewhere in the backs of the arena
WHEN: blood brawl round one, in between shiva v. divina and razan v. sèleste
WHO: closed for @razanhellββ
Five.
As one of the landβs greenling vampires, Divinaβs human years have not yet escaped her memory. Braided amongst half a centuryβs reveries, there have beenΒ five moments that have shown her what it might mean to be satisfied.Β
Each lasted just thatβa momentβbefore a new, deeper craving took its place.
Her eyes are opened when she is a child, draped in fresh silks and anotherβs name, and the echoes of the opera hall teach her to dream;
She is a girl, rocking a newborn through the night, and she learns what the fuss about loveΒ has been all this time;
She is a woman, limbs and lips tangled with the nocturnal kingdomβs crown jewels, and she grows a taste for blood;
She is a vampiress, the beauty in disingenuity, mistress of her song and her stage, and finally she is acquainted with purpose;
She is a power, painting the Domeβs floor with the blood of an ancient one, against all better odds, and all bore witness.
Her inaugural Brawl performance leaves behind an imprint β an echo of the crowdβs roar, a searing image of an audience in ovation during a final bow. She leaves the arena, skin and nails speckled scarlet with Shivaβs blood. Swift steps take her through the coliseumβs hallways, and already, the taste of victory is not enough. She craves somethingΒ more.
She craves a sixthΒ moment.
Adrenaline and confidence push reason aside, and instinct moves her too quickly to allow Divina time to second guess her trajectory; in a moment, sheβs face to face with them.
βRazan?β she asks. Approach slow, intent eyes wide, Divina joins them in the courtyard.Β βI saw your match is next on the schedule, I wanted to come wish you luck.βΒ
βOf course,β she begins to tease, and a hint of play curves red lips upward at the corners, βIβll be off to say the same to SΓ¨leste in a moment. Unlike you, though, sheβll need it.β
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DIVINA of the beetles
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illusion creation Β» craft illusions that feel like reality. longer / bigger illusion result in immense fatigue.
SEPIA SONG TONGUED
Rising from the flesh of unholy divinity, SHE has sworn loyalty to the HOUSE OF BEETLE as an IMPURE BLOOD vampire. Blessed by the blood moon, her power comes from her SIGHT.Β Turned at the age of TWENTY-NINE, she has walked the earth for FIFTY-TWO YEARS.
POWER
Faux illusions, elaborate guises, a skill thatβs highly valued for its deception, youβre capable of painting whatever image you choose to project to your targets. Anything can exist, weave the characters - mold a dreamscape netted in lies. The most fanciful stories can dance to life, a world made by your storytelling alone. Beckon closer to the delusions, it feels so real itβs almost believable. But as the art develops in complexity and grows in scale, the more energy it takes for you to focus, often at the cost of your stamina. Often times for elaborate creations, it drains all energy and results in immense fatigue. But fear not, the stage will reset again and again, one visual seduction after the next.Β
HISTORY
A GREAT AND BEAUTIFUL THING, YOU WERE LONG DEFINED BY A VORACIOUS HUNGER TO SWALLOW PERFECTION. The world you knew at birth was speckled with hardship and struggles, the you then knew destitution like second nature. Β The only escape from such a cold cruel world came with Godβs one gift, slender delicate features matched with lithe limbs, how envious all would be of your loveliness. From your humble origins, you grew as the years passed, a dazzling flower in bloom as you took center stage. You sang for opera houses and twirled your embellished dresses - dancing the evening away as if you were born blue blooded. You became a lady of high society, all fawned about you - waltzing about with an air of fraudulent aristocracy. The smiles, the awe, how delicious it all was. But one taste was enough - an addiction to be more tethered you into a world inhuman.
You were convinced that becoming a creature of the night would propel you into divinity. Flawless and immortalized, history would remember you forever. What a foolish dream for a pretty woman with a blackened heart. The ritual was done and yet you were a disappointment, an inferior vampress among your brethen of haughty elite nobility - your blood defective. It was then that you realized how cruel your new world was. You were second at best. Such a consequence was revolting, entirely unpalatable for your refined lips. Perhaps you were spoiled, perhaps entitled - but you knew the blinding radiance of superiority, it coursed through your veins like an addiction. Purity was the crown you desired. Yet your fate made a mockery of you, abandoning you to your shallowness - your imperfections were rooted deep beyond your flesh. Perhaps the only solace youβll have is human ignorance - to them were you still unblemished. Oh if they only knew. Every rose has its thorns and you were no exception.
CONNECTIONS
FOG HUNTRESS β ( WITH MY HAND, TAKE ME THEE )Β
You see them as an opportunity most promising - they could be the redemption of your defiled image. You knew they saw something within you that you donβt even truly understand. It was they who shielded you once and it sparked something alive again in your unbeating heart. What a curiosity and strangeness, it beckons you further. Perhaps it is selfish fascination, you want them to fit within the hard cut mold of your ambitions. A proposal dances on the tip of your tongue - bind by me and forever I shall serve as you unto me.
IVORY SLAYERΒ β (Β TOGETHER WE LIE THROUGH OUR TEETH )Β
Only he knew devotion as well as you did. To the public he is the handsome suitor of a renown beauty, a fairytale spun to sell a fabricated reality. He plays the part of your besotted partner with devilish charm to amass the hearts of almost all. You knew better than to bite the hand that fed you, after all, a beauty doesnβt snarl or bare her fangs. Beneath the curtain of faux smiles and practiced foot work - youβve long despised him. He was merely a guarantee of your continuous fame and reputation - as you are to him. If it werenβt for such lucrative opportunities, you knew you wouldβve grasped at his skin, tearing it apart to reveal the monstrosity of what he truly is.
TAR BATTLEBORNΒ β ( IF CRUELTY WERE A KNIFE, YOUβD BE A SWORD )Β
You have a past riddled with secrets. But perhaps the one most threatening to your existence was the child you bore when you were once human. It is the last thing that tied you to the time when you loved. Perhaps there was a semblance of maternal ferocity that compelled you to protect them. You knew how dangerous it was if such information were to ever unravel - a fate crueler than death would await. But he knows. And he holds it to your throat, the hilt getting closer and closer - your choices are limited. You hold your tongue but how deep the depths of your anger illuminate from your thick lashes. Hatred tasted vile.
This skeleton is TAKENΒ by JadeΒ and is portrayed by RENATA NOTNI.