two canaries

one...canary. she/her. 24. whereabouts unknown. profession undisclosed. affiliation... Chaotic Good. two...Lyra Vega. she/her. twenty four. location california, usa. profession con artist. affiliation... Loading Data... Loading... Error404. Data not found.

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Lyrik was impressed as he watched the girl tear the owner a new one, it wouldn’t be the first time people tried to sell counterfeits in Revera, and likely not the last either. Though he couldn’t say he was truely surprised, when he’d been told about the high end bikes going  for cheap rates, he figured it must have been to good to be true. Not that the price really mattered at this point to him, he’d been playing the game long enough to accumulate a large wealth inside of it. But still, like in the real world, he had a weak spot when it came to motorcycles. In Revera however, he was something of a collector, because even though he may already have the best bike on the market, that didn’t change his appreciation for the others.

“You’re good.” He mused, fingers tracing over the cheap plastic of the bike nearest to him. “Really good, you know your stuff.”

   Canary glanced down at the guy’s fingers. They were tracing over the bike in a way not unlike how her eyes had trailed the curves of the luxury models. She expected him to be more upset, but in his reaction there was something more resigned. Had he been doubtful from the start? She parted her lips, went to acknowledge the compliment with a deflective quip, but that same irritating voice cut her off before she could.

   “Get out-” Interrupted the shop-owner, who Canary looked over to find scowling at the both of them. His scruffy jaw had tightened and his face had gone red. As his eyes darted between them, Canary assumed all the blame and took a languid step back. As she turned to leave, a resounding “Both of you.” impacted her from behind.

   “Seriously?” Off the top of her head, there were about ten ways to come back from that. Canary stared at the conman for a moment, waiting for him to do something to pick himself back up. When he kept glaring, she scoffed. “Know it a little too well...” She muttered, loud enough for Lyrik to hear. “C’mon, there’s another place.” 

[bostonpoetryslam]

The only thing I remember from my childhood is when you are scared make yourself tall. I’m the tallest girl alive. I’m the tallest knife. No throat can hold me.

Dalton Day, from the title poem of To Breathe I’m Too Thin (via bostonpoetryslam)

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LOADING DATA… Welcome to Revera LYRA VEGA! Of course, most people here know you as CANARY. 

ooc - sorry for the delay everyone! There’s a lot going on this week so getting this intro done took me longer than I thought. Anyway, real quick before you read about Canary: I’m Dani & my pronouns are She/Her. If you’re interested in plotting, hmu! I’m excited to write with all of you and meet all your gorgeous muses. okok here’s lyra:

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BASIC INFORMATION:

Name: Lyra Vega

Nickname(s): L, Vega

Age: 24

Birthday: June 8th, 01 (Gemini)

Gender: CisWoman 

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Education: GED.

Occupation: Con Artist

APPEARANCE:

Height: 5feet2inches

Build: Slim

Eyes: Green

Hair Colour: Brown

Hair Style: Medium Length & Straight

Glasses, Contacts, or N/A: N/A

Piercings: Lyra has your standard earlobe piercings and a cartilage piercing on her left ear. She also has a belly piercing that she got when she was sixteen, though she hasn’t dressed it up in years.

Tattoos: N/A

Scars: Lyra does have a small scar at the small of her back in the shape of a jagged horizontal cut. It’s not quite faded. Must be something she got in recent years...

Birthmarks: N/A

Clothing Style: Lyra’s “profession” requires a number of costume changes depending on the job. Usually, though, what she feels most comfortable wearing are items with muted colors. She likes jackets, almost always has one black item on her person, and has a favorite pair of heeled combat boots that she’s gotten repaired multiple times. Her style isn’t necessarily conservative. She’ll occasionally wear a backless top or a high waisted skirt, but she prefers adding layers to her wardrobe. See x and x. 

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BASIC INFORMATION:

Username: Canary

How long have they been playing: 4 months

Hours per-day: 4 hours ( this changes depending on circumstance )

APPEARANCE:

Height: same as irl.

Build: same as irl.

Eyes: Violet. Occasionally she’ll switch back to green eyes for authenticity, but she likes the subtle nod to surrealism in her otherwise photorealistic avatar.  

Hair Colour: same as irl.

Hair Style: same as irl.

Glasses, Contacts, or N/A: same as irl.

Piercings: She has two dermal piercings in her lower back, and your standard earlobe piercings.

Tattoos: same as irl.

Scars: same as irl.

Birthmarks: same as irl.

Clothing Style: Canary’s outfits are more revealing than Lyra’s and more in tune with the aesthetics of the virtual game. Her clothes draw more attention. Combining different textures like dark denim, mesh, and silk, make up for the absence of bright colors. Her clothes are also a bit more revealing. She’ll often wear matching sets that expose a bit of her mid-riff or dresses with cold shoulders and stylish cutouts, and chooses garters over shimmering accessories. See x and x. 

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Positive: attentive, enigmatic, indulgent, protective, resourceful, romantic. 

Negative: untruthful, impulsive, blunt, self-martyr, hypocritical

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   As Canary’s violet eyes traveled along the curves of the brand-new bikes on display, she thought of how lucky it was that, in this game, pain was a trifle. Owning a motorcycle was low-risk, high-reward in here, but when her eyes landed on the daunting asking price, the dreamy look in them dimmed. Reluctantly, Canary turned to look toward the rest of the store, and stepped toward the bikes she could afford. Her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze and focus sharpened, as calculating as ever. These prices are a bit... 

   “Have you come to make a purchase?” Canary looked for the source of the sound, and found herself standing a little too close to an AI that seemed to be made out of scraps. Its voice module was a ways off from amicable too, and though it tried, it sounded nothing like the proper models. “Will you be making a purchase? User...Canary?”

   “Actually, I was wondering if these prices wer-” She started, fingers wrapping around the brake of one that felt a bit cheaper and tougher than it was supposed to. “Window shoppers are not welcome. Have a fast day!” A scoff escaped the brunette at the interruption, and it quickly dawned on her just where she was about to buy her first bike from. Canary’s hand dropped to her side and she adjusted the strap of her canvas bag before starting for the exit.

   “Not a cent below the asking price! Why c’mere with such light pockets? Wastin’ time you can’t afford...” The more she overheard, the more the loud voice bothered her. Must be the owner...Canary was groomed by con artists - she could hear a lie from a ten-mile radius and not even blink an eye. Nothing annoyed her quite like an unprofessional though.

   “That’s rich, given you didn’t upgrade the bike, so much as put the skin of a newer model over it.” 

Canary turned on her heel and locked eyes with the vendor at the other end of the shop. He looked taken aback by her transparency, at first. But as she walked closer to the bike he was trying to sell, his cheeks went red and his frown lines settled. “The real one has an engine that’s almost completely noiseless. Turn the key on this one...” she trailed off, before leaning over the customer and turning the key over. The bike kicked like a mule, sputtering in a way not unlike a mid-range product would on a good day. After the sound turned a few heads, she shut the bike off. She could sense the man’s icy glare, as she stared down at the bike, looking severely unimpressed.

   “If you don’t know how to haggle, you should really just spend your money at the official store.” She said, turning her back on the vendor and addressing the customer. “You’re not going to find a genuine Seifer that isn’t more than 4% under the original asking price.”

[davinafray]

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