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[iniquitousideals]

 || Sheena ||

“The Spirits appear to take quite a liking to you, Sheena. But it makes sense, I suppose... it isn’t easy to make a pact with them, is it? You must be powerful.”

[iirvings-a]

@master-summoner

{;;} “Hey Sheena, are there any art styles specific to Mizuho? I thought I saw some paintings that looked different compared to the usual styles...”

[ninthcompanion]

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✾ - Why I chose my character

Kratos stood out for me from the get go. He’s a very complex and interesting character - there’s just so much of his 4000+ year lifespan that we just don’t know. As a writer, he and the rest of the Kharlan Heroes really fascinated me, so they ended up being key players in almost every fic I wrote.

I didn’t start rping him until I saw the Tales of the World RP group on tumblr. I wanted to practice my writing in ways that weren’t just me sat at my desk wondering if I was any good, so I decided to join. It was between Kratos and Yuan. And as I already played Yuan with a friend’s Kratos via Skype, I chose Kratos.

I didn’t know anything about rp. It was all alien to me. I had no idea how muses worked. I had no idea that it would turn into this. But I don’t regret any of it.

☑ - A fact about the character

Kratos is naturally left handed, and wrote with his left hand up until joining the academy in Meltokio, where it was frowned upon and corrected. Even so, he still wrote with his left hand whenever he wasn’t in public view because it was quicker and easier than the messy scrawl his right hand produced.

He damaged his left hand in a training exercise and put it out of use while it healed. During that time, he had no choice to but to go right handed.

Adult Kratos is ambidextrous, and is adept at using all weapons in his arsenal with both hands.

☒ - A fact about the mun

When not wearing my pyjamas, I seem to lose them regularly. I lose other things too, but never as often as my pyjamas.

[the-king-of-the-wind]

Seal of Wind | @mastersummoner

It had not been so terribly long that RIchard found himself in the land of Aselia. It was still peculiar being so far from his home, from his own kingdom and people but it was perhaps, something he needed. Richard wanted a moment away from everything familiar, where all he truly had was himself, because it was that he hoped to better discover, and he was failing in the world that he knew.

He'd been blind, drowned in his own suffering he'd seen none save himself, and even that person he had not seen clearly. He had let himself believe so many things that were not true. That he was alone, that no one cared... that the world better off in oblivion. He'd been wrong with all of it, hadn't seen anything at all. That was why he wanted to travel, to see everything he had averted his eyes from before, the world and the people he'd all but written off and find in it the potential that Asbel had taught him it possessed. 

It was the only way he would atone for his sins. 

The Mausoleum into which his map directed him was a rather peculiar place, certainly not at all what he had expected. This place was supposedly the seal of the wind, and perhaps someplace in his mind he had equated it to Gloandi, to the open blue skies and fresh breeze of the capital. The seal of the wind... Windor's valkines... in his mind there was little difference. It was where he'd begun, the place he'd cast aside everything in exchange for the promise of oblivion. It was a fitting place to start a journey in which he sought redemption. 

The rather dimly lit building was somewhat rundown, filled with ruins unlike anything he was used to upon Ephinea, but he spent little time thinking upon it. The dim atmosphere and lurking monsters brought back thoughts of the catacombs and it was with great relief that he finally came out to open air. 

He paused under the door's arch, a sight he had not been expecting meeting his eyes. Richard did not know why he had expected to be alone, after all, these locations were quite renowned by his understanding of it, and he alone was proof they not barred against travellers and yet... the sight of another caught him off guard, perhaps only slightly less than the creatures whose company this woman kept.

They were unlike anything he'd ever seen, almost appeared to be... fairies of some sort. Much like he'd read in stories as a boy. Did such creatures really exist in these lands? They certainly held an undeniable air of power to them, almost a sense of awe, similar to the atmosphere about Gloandi. So enraptured by the sight, he did not realize he had been quite rudely staring, that he was, in all likelihood, intruding where he was not wanted.

"Ah, my apologies," he offered, though his curiosity about the fairies, as well as the violet-haired woman with them was hardly sated. "Am I interrupting? I did not mean to cause you any trouble. I can return later, if you would like."  

[sunset-wings]

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[sunset-wings]

window! .3.

There was a light breeze stirring the curtains, and it crept through the room to lightly tease at his hair. He’d left the window open on purpose, because he knew she was in town. She hadn’t said she’d come by, but he hoped she would anyway. He’d turned the lights out, leaving himself only a candle to read by, not wanting to be disturbed by anyone else. It was later than he usually stayed up on nights he was alone, but he didn’t care. He’d wait up all night for her, even if it was only to see her for a few minutes.

The first time she’d tried this, he’d been asleep. She’d woken him though, slipping on the windowsill on her way out. He’d jumped out of bed, thinking there was an intruder, but she’d already gone. His guard had relaxed almost instantly though, because her scent had lingered, and he’d caught a fleeting glimpse of her retreating back. It was amusing to him, that she’d stop by like that. She claimed not to want to see him, but she came to visit while he was sleeping anyway.

A light sound from the window made him turn his head, and he felt a smirk creep over his lips as she froze, eyes locked with his. She hadn’t expected to be caught.

“Most people use the door” he commented quietly as she seemed to debate admitting that he’d seen her and fleeing as quickly as she’d come. She hesitated, frozen on the frame, leaning slightly to one side as if she were about to turn around and hop right back out. “But I suppose you can come in anyway.” For one long moment he thought she was going to refuse, but she eventually sighed and slid into the room.

“You should be asleep” she muttered, a slightly annoyed tone in her voice. She wasn’t meeting his gaze, clearly flustered to have been caught at her little game.

“Were you coming to join me?” he teased, and she flushed, anger clearly evident on her face now. “You stupid…!” she began, but he laughed and interrupted.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” He held up his hands to indicate he wasn’t trying to pick a fight, not really. She scowled and didn’t answer. “Not that I’d complain” he added, unable to resist the jibe. She made a disparaging noise and moved toward the window again. He moved as if to stand, though he stopped at the last moment, merely holding a hand toward her instead “Sheena, wait.”

She stopped, one foot on the sill as she looked back at him. He hesitated, uncertain of what to say, but she waited a moment longer before she started to turn away again.

“Why did you come?” he asked. She didn’t answer, but she didn’t leave either. Motionless, her back to him, she gave him nothing but silence and he wished he could see her face. It was hard to read her when she turned away from him. “…I’m glad you did” he murmured, so softly that it would probably be a miracle if she heard it. She glanced back at him though, a tiny, soft smile on her lips for a split second before she pushed herself off the sill and into the night.

“Even if you didn’t stay” he added, slightly louder now that she was no longer in the room. He’d look for her tomorrow, in the city. She would probably deny having come by at all, but he wouldn’t push the issue. Just knowing she cared enough to check in on him, even if she didn’t really want to talk to him, was enough for now. He walked over to the window and stared out into the darkness. Maybe it was his imagination, but there was a somewhat familiar shadow on the rooftop across the way. A smile crept over his lips and he shook his head slightly.

It was complicated, this game they played, and he wasn’t sure he knew all the rules, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He blew an airy kiss out into the night and pulled the curtains shut.