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ㅤspoiled nepo baby who's never heard the word no and needs therapy about itㅤㅤ
 

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half of people lie with their lips; the other half with their tears.

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a pretty face hides pretty lies.

Manipulative, flirtatious, and willing to kill to get what she wants, Inessa is the picture of a Garlean socialite.Born and raised in a noble family in the far reaches of Ilsabard, she's always had the world at her fingertips. It was rare she ever heard the word no, whether that be material goods, power, or her love life, and it shows.Under her fine, charming veneer, Inessa is caustic, jealous, and quick to anger when things don't go her way.There's very little in this world that will stop her from getting what she wants: she was willing to help murder her fiancé, bartered her own soul for the power to make her ex-lover pay for breaking her heart, and would do a hell of a lot worse to see herself restored to a position of political power.

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ㅤsnipercat personified (with bonus issues).ㅤㅤ
 

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your past is always your past. even if you forget it, it remembers you.

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― nature.

keep your distance.

cold, callous, and prone to ghosting, Vesta isn't the personable sort. She doesn't like to take up space, and tends to hide in dark corners so she can simply observe.she doesn't do well in groups - whether for work or personally - and doesn't like random conversation. She doesn't want to be looked at. She thinks she can do most things better than other people.in short, Vesta isn't prone to making friends. If you don't want her skills and have decided to roll the dice with getting a word out of her, that's your prerogative.some might think her thorns are because she's simply unpleasant, but if you look a little deeper, you might find otherwise...

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ㅤjust because someone looks mean doesn't mean they are mean even if they say mean things and ignore youㅤㅤ

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are you done yet

Tsukimi is a woman of very few words and even fewer jokes. Possibly the least friendly xaela you'd ever have the misfortune of meeting.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Are you expecting more? You're not going to get it.

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[judgmental staring]

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ㅤtime could be easier on me.ㅤㅤlong grass, quiet winter nights, moonbeams and mist, moonstones and jade, cold water, hushed conversations, practical jewelry, well-travelled paths, cold silver, untouched snow, black pearls, the slide of a whetstone on metal

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ㅤwhen you grow up in the tall shadow of your famous parents you gotta think out of the box on ways to stand out and those ways might be questionableㅤㅤ
 

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We can't always do the right thing. Sometimes we have to do the easy thing.

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― nature.

efficiency is just lazy intelligence.

Svana Warsong is - by all some accounts, an intelligent, ambitious, realistic mage with a horrific penchant for finding the laziest, most "efficient" way to solve her problems.This is mostly due to the fact that, historically (and ONLY historically), she was pretty bad about accepting limits to her own abilities, often working her skills and mind to the point of dramatic burnout.An upbringing with nothing but the best tutors has led her to be a little arrogant, and she's prone to bouts of competitiveness when it comes to her peers.She's a little standoffish when it comes to meeting people, though - a life of being raised in the shadow of her famous parents has led to many a relationship turning out to be means to an end.Svana is often dry and sarcastic, doing her best to betray her easily hurt feelings (that she swears don't exist). This is taken in good humor by her cohorts, a group of people who may or may not be leading her down a more sinister path...

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ㅤtime is a created thing.ㅤㅤdesert flowers, endless tomes, dusky skies, spiced foods, crossroads, stained parchment, ripped hems, easy laughs, spiced coffee, festival nights, autumnal trees, heavy furs, dark academia, muddied hems, twilight exploration

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ㅤwhat if the pale lady from dark souls was a pathetic, obsessive little bitchㅤㅤ

ㅤvallaria is deceased*.ㅤㅤ

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a moth to a flame is a sad sight indeed

As a girl, Vallaria was always an anxious, co-dependant little thing. She had trouble finding her voice and had little presence to speak of, often relying on her sister in situations she felt out of her depth in.She'd always been something of a gentle soul to those she deemed in need: a bird with an injured wing, a lost fawn, a frog away from water. The idea of becoming Awoken scared her almost soley because she didn't want to hurt another being, but with some gentle coaxing from her sister, the idea was more palatable.As she got older, Vallaria became gloomy and passive, distancing herself from her own emotions in an attempt to become more ready for the Joining.When it came to religion, Vallaria was fanatical and obsessive, truly believing the clan doctrine was the way of the future. She would hear not criticisms of it, and refused to believe she and her sister were separate people - a tragic flaw that lead to her death.
 
 

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you've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?

Vallaria was never meant to stand on her own - born the pale second in a set of twins, she was the "Echo" of her healthy sister. Their fate was foretold by the clan oracle: Vallaria was to be Rejoined with her sister so they could become one being once they'd both become Awoken, each of a different Shard.It became clear from a very young age that Vallaria was sickly: constantly running a fever, her knuckles swollen and inflamed, coughing blood at easy exertions. She was reliant on her sister, Malinaea, for most tasks, and the two were hardly ever apart: as the foretold Dwóh, a large part of their existence was spent in training to be priestesses.Vallaria took to this schooling readily, immersing herself in the doctrine and rituals of the clan. She pored over books, learned hymns and rituals, spent hours meditating in order to keep herself from succumbing to the stagnant aether she was meant to be Consuming.She became soft-spoken and withdrawn as a result, speaking very little: when she did speak, it was often strange and almost dreamy, and almost always to her elder sister. As her conditioned worsened she grew anxious and fervent in her religious zealotry, pleading with Malinaea to commit to the ritual sooner rather than later.Despite her sister defying every order and desperately attempting to free them, Vallaria got her wish: she was rejoined with Malinaea, forever a part of her, a whisper in her mind.

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The quiet is dangerous for the mind. When left to wander, it can convince you of anything... it can convince you to leave.

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ㅤtwins are an auspicious omen.ㅤㅤcracked plaster, dark hallways, a door left ajar, fervent prayer, heady incense, dusty floors, a full moon, raw knuckles, cloudy water, layered voices, wrinkled white sheets, a gentle humming, bloodied lips, a dove's cry, pale moths

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ㅤ4'11" catgirl will fight god and winㅤㅤ
 

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Show people who the fuck you are. Never apologize.

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― nature.

if it was easy, every dumbass would do it.

Notorious loudmouth, axe enthusiast, skilled warrior. She may cast a long shadow with her list of exploits and hunts, but she's ever been warm and welcoming - though her brand of welcoming might not be to everyone's taste.Born to a small Miqo'te clan in the Sagoli'i Desert, she was raised to be a hunter for H tribe from a very young age. Forgoing more traditional weapons like daggers and bows, she led her squadron as a marauder - until one fateful incident resulting in the death of many good hunters.Though she was exiled, H'anaa has remained a natural leader, ready to charge into nearly any situation with the right motivation.Ask her about her kids sometime if you have about a century to spare.

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ㅤride or die.ㅤㅤdesert sunsets, afternoon naps, campfires, loud parties, thick furs, desert oases, sea-worn vessels, the way your skin gets hot from spicy food, red rock mountains, sandalwood, secondhand embarrassment, worn leather, this particular vine

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ㅤshe is very good at her job and is also very little and the world is relentlessly hurting her.ㅤㅤ
 

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Always lead with kindness.

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― nature.

like the sun, you heal, you burn.

Arryn is a sweet, optimistic young adult; friendly but not exuberant, her energy is comforting and soothing, which serves her well for what she is - a healer.Ever since she was young, Arryn could be found tending to creatures in need - animals, people, it didn't matter. Her many tears and clumsy efforts had her father enroll her in the conjurer's guild, where she met other like-minded people, though many didn't stay long.Despite her continually cheerful demeanour, Arryn has a deep-seated fear that people are going to leave her: as her friend did, as her mother did - as her father did during the Calamity. Making stalwart friends is difficult for the young Miqo'te, and despite her warm nature, she can be distant when it comes to herself.If one is ever in need - of a home, of medicine, of an adventuring companion - she can be found in Gridania, typically in the conjurer's guild, lending her tutelage to their ranks.

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ㅤa warm, soothing breeze.ㅤ sunspots, lush grass, pastels, dried herbs, flower crowns, glossed lips and blushed cheeks, chiffon and lace, summer afternoons, flour-dusted aprons, sunshowers, fresh linen, a lover's embrace, fresh-cut logs, sunrise

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