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@raegerbaker | @gentlenoblesse | @phlllips
Word Count: 809 (one of them keep the ring I know that much but WHO is TBD)
since i’m having a lot of trouble keeping up with rp and real life at the same time, ive decided that dropping phil and charlotte would be for the best. thank you all for being super sweet and fun to chat with! i hope i can come back in the near future 💕
You’ll be missed, but you should focus on life first, always. And thank you for being your awesome self! Know that you’re welcome back, anytime. 💕
Everyone, please unfollow Phillip and Charlotte!
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((♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them ))
“Let’s see... um... I don’t really have any material thing that’s important to me... Other than my memories, one thing I value is working at Bluebell farm. It just feels nice to have a job- It gives me something to do, you know? And I like the work. Working with the earth just feels right. I’ve had to learn a lot, because I don’t remember anything about plants other than their names, but once I go through the motions once, it comes really easily after that, like I’ve done it a hundred times before.”
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It was a memory that had long since faded, even before Lest had set sail on the high seas, eventually arriving on Arcadia, and subsequently forgetting everything. It was back when he’d been very small, before he’d even learned to read.
Peeking shyly around from behind a servant woman’s skirt, he had barely gotten a glimpse of her, before being shoo’d away.
The Princess.
Lest didn’t know much, but he knew she was important. She seemed around his age. He wondered if they could be friends, and play together. No one else in this castle was his age, after all…
When he brought the idea up to a maid later, he was rebuked.
“Let’s see… a meeting? I haven’t had many of those yet, compared to other people… Oh! I know, how about Frey?” Lest smiled. “That meeting was definitely important to me. Who would have thought that there would be another amnesiac on this island? It… meant a lot to me, that we were the same. I hope that we can be good friends.”
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((∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be ))
Mist was typically very honest about who she was. She didn’t worry about other people’s opinions of her. And, most of the time, she was pretty straightforward about what she wanted.
There were of course parts of her she didn’t want other people to see. The sad and lonely parts, she tried to hide away. After all, everyone got sad sometimes… But Mist always tried to be optimistic, and she felt the best way to stay that way was to always greet the day with a smile. It really did help.
There were other times she hid things away. She had a reputation for being rather “out there” and “spacey”… And those generalizations weren’t exactly false. However, there were times where Mist was sharper than she let on. She wasn’t exactly sure when the habit of playing dumb first formed. Maybe it was after a long time of not being able to explain her intuitions well, and therefore not being taken seriously at times.
In any case, ‘spacey’ and ‘carefree’ weren’t traits Mist particularly minded being ascribed to her.
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“Aah, finally home!” Mist sighed, stretching. It had taken a long time for her to finally be able to afford a home of her own, but now that she had one, she could gladly say that it was all worth it! There was nothing like being able to come home to a nice, big place without rent hanging over your head.
Mist boiled some tea for herself, and sat by the window. She glanced out at the monster hut where Torte and Turnips were. Sometimes she considered inviting them inside, but they would really be happier in the barn.
After tea, Mist wandered aimlessly about the house, looking thing over a bit, before heading upstairs. She’d bought a rather big house, with lots of bedrooms. It was nice... But also... Sometimes it felt a bit much for just one person.
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☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others
Violet isn’t so much of a danger to others. She’s more of a danger to herself. Violet doesn’t have much of a sense of self-preservation except in dire situations, and her self-esteem isn’t the greatest in the world. If there was a choice between saving herself or someone else, then Violet wouldn’t even hesitate to save someone else.
She’s done this several times, such as when she nearly sacrificed her own health in order to save someone’s life on a voyage, which left her bedridden for two weeks. And this kind of state of mind for herself can be taken advantage of.
And honestly, her being a danger to herself is what makes her a danger to those who worry for her.
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(( ♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake ))
“For some reason, I seem to trip over myself whenever I talk. I wind up putting my foot in my mouth, or questioning everything I say... If I had to take a guess, maybe it’s because I’m nervous about getting things wrong? I mean, I really feel like I don’t know anything sometimes- because I don’t. Until my memory gets fixed... I can’t even be certain about myself, much less anything else.”