#character reboot

[mistytheguardian]

Aisling the Owl-Griffin

[standfortheangels]

Night - Mia's Story - Part 10

(Continued from this post / Full story here)

Things were getting better. Being stuck in this room for so many days, so many weeks, was still a drag, but it seemed like things were calmer now at least. The doctors didn't wake her up so often anymore, and even their daytime checks were down, which left her with more time to be peaceful. Or bored. Or both.

Kris had even managed to leave her a couple of things with the hospital's approval; So far she only had a book of old comic strips and an etch-a-sketch, which quickly got as old as they were insulting. It was hard not to say anything. But she couldn't take the risk of hurting Kris' feelings when he was trying this hard to make things better for her. He still even visited every single day. But sometimes he really seemed to underestimate her age and intelligence. It was like he needed a whole crash course to learn that amnesia didn't mean she had full-on brutal brain damage.

Still, no matter how kind his intentions, Mia wound up leaving most of Kris' gifts on the floor by the bed. And every day now, once he was gone and the bland hospital dinner was out of the way, Mia found herself shoving the old chair slowly over to the window to peer out at the world, or often just to sit in the natural light.

Today, she'd decided to try something new. Well. Sort of. Bringing one blanket from the bed to bundle up in, Mia sat by the window with her etch-a-sketch, and tried to map out the vague shapes of the streets below. And it was beyond tricky. This thing was so fiddly and hard to control, she swore the amount of times she'd shaken it to restart should have been buffing up her skinny arms already. It was a constant cycle of failure, but she became completely invested in her mission. So invested that after one more attempt, she looked back to the window and saw only her own room, reflected back at her against the darkness outside. And she had been so close this time too. Now it would take hours before she'd be able to see out there again.

It was a strange feeling, looking at the window now. As if despite her experience and knowledge, her eyes weren't convinced of what they were seeing. Was this a window or a mirror? Was there something still visible out there at all, hidden in the dark? Or had it all fallen out of existence and left just this darkness on its own? A silly thought, she reflected. ...and yet on the surface, still a sort of plausible one.

With a tired expression, she shifted in her seat and leaned her head until it rested on her own reflection. The hospital seemed so quiet tonight; Even more so than usual. And as much as she tried to blink them back open, her eyelids slid shut as she drifted off into sleep.

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The next morning, the light from the window peeked through a pair of ineffective blue curtains pulled shut. From across the room in her bed, Mia looked around slowly, squinting with a frown. The etch-a-sketch had been placed on her little wheely table with the image slightly worn away, and as she shifted, she realised even the blanket must have been returned to its place across her.

With a slight headache growing, she pushed herself upright and looked around some more. Her thin white blanket was just about poking out around the edges from underneath a new one- waffled in texture and the same tacky blue as the curtains.

Tight socks were constricting her feet and calves almost to the knee, which was the weirdest thing of all.

These doctors, or nurses, who whoever else, had clearly been playing some bizarro game in the night. And she was ready to find some answers.

[forsaken-melodies]

Character Introduction | Information

Full Name: J’areth Lo’lindo Nickname(s): Jareth, Raven Race: Miqo’te Sub-race: Seeker of the Sun / Keeper of the moon Halfbreed Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Pan-Sexual, Polyamorous Relationship Status: Single and Looking Nameday: 7th day of the 4th Astral Moon. (7/11) Age: 33 Guardian: Nymeia {The Spinner} Birthplace: South-East La Noscea Tribe: Jackal Occupation: Bard, Scoundrel, Jack of all Trades, Who occasionally dabbles in other things.

General Information:  J'areth is the sole survivor of a pair of twin boys, born on the very outskirts of La Noscea. He's a fairly outgoing man, often friendly to strangers, rarely judging another by their race, class, or creed. Habitually flirtatious to the point it tends to get him into trouble, he enjoys a well spun story, a good drink and a warm hearth. Appearance:  J'areth is a well toned man, athletic with decent musculature. He stands at 5'9" and weighs in at roughly 145 pounds. Thick, ebony black hair tipped in navy hangs like a mane around a heart shaped face, save for when it's pulled back into a shaggy fox tail at pinnacle of his skull. A strong jaw leads down into a well kept beard, short and shaped. Hetero-chromatic eyes of sapphire and jade watch the world with an air of amusement, and curiosity. over his right eye he has a scar going from above his eyebrow to the crest of his cheekbone, through the eye. The eye itself is un-injured but the scar remains a blemish on otherwise un-tarnished tan skin.

||Outgoing|| ||Friendly|| ||Sarcastic|| ||Prankster|| ||Flirt|| ||Loyal|| ||Generous|| ||Overprotective|| ||Territorial|| ||Noble|| ||Scoundrel|| ||Playful|| ||Unpredictable||

Mannerisms:  J'areth can be from one end of the spectrum to the other. He has been described by some as volatile or moody, and yet others as the gentlest, most calm and kind man they have ever met. It tends to depend on his mood, and his first impression of the person with which he speaks, on how he will react.

Philosophy and Ideals:  "I am the only one who will save me. I am the only thing that keeps me afloat. Maybe I can save a few others while I save myself. Then, It will be a good life."

History:  J'areth and his twin brother J'ared were born to J'evon, a particularly aggressive Nunh of the Jackal tribe. Identical twin boys, their mother died in their passing. This was blamed upon them by their father, who proceeded to make their lives EXTREMELY difficult, and dangerous.

A few months into their fourteenth year, their father sent them out of their home on a hunt they were not ready for, and J'ared was killed. J'areth left the tribe soon after. J'areth has spent most of his life surviving with nothing but the memory of his best friend, and brother. He has done everything he can to grow stronger, and learn more, and more, and to live a life that was denied his brother, for J'ared's sake.

Well into adulthood now, He has settled into a comfortable life, doing what pleases him, when he can, and pushing ever forwards. Much of his more recent years, he has little recollection of, the war that tore the world asunder robbing him of the memories spanning from his adolescent years to the time he arrived in Ul'dah.

J'areth spent a few months training in Ul'dah, attempting to learn more about hand to hand combat, though now he has begun to train in Gridania, finding himself fond of the deep forests there, and learning to use a bow, which he is almost as fond of as his songs. His most recent endeavors have seen him  in this world and another, traveling betwixt the rift. Some would call it gifted, some /Chosen/... to him.. it is another job to do, a score to settle, a people to protect. One Warrior of many, lost in a sea of stars.

[phaith-gunne]

OOC Note

Giving this character a reboot on Moonguard. Those interested can follow her new story here! :)

[stevie-evans-dom]

-Everything posted before this is irrelevant-

[mageartz]

character redesign

2014 version on the left 2018 on the right

[ask-thatgirlwiththewhiteboard]

So... I was rebooting my character Kamilla and I just so happened to notice that this would be a great opportunity to show how much improvement has taken place. I’m very proud of the difference between the two. Enjoy! ^-^

Picture one: October 29th 2015

Picture two: June 6th 2016

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