Post by amy on May 22, 2019 2:15:20 GMT
[nospaces]
[attr="class","sitebackground"]
[attr="class","sitebackground2"]
[attr="class","sitetemp-text"]
[break][break]Amy is 5'8. Her dusty, white hair has hint of pink, a color so unnatural it is hard to perceive as anything other than blonde. Her smile is gentle, but her yellow eyes piercing. To those more astute, they might notice how fake her demeanor is no matter how proper or soothing it might be.
[attr="class","sitetemp-subtitle"]
A
PPEARANCE[break][break]Amy is 5'8. Her dusty, white hair has hint of pink, a color so unnatural it is hard to perceive as anything other than blonde. Her smile is gentle, but her yellow eyes piercing. To those more astute, they might notice how fake her demeanor is no matter how proper or soothing it might be.
[attr="class","sitetemp-text"]
[break][break]Cutting to the chase, Amy is somewhat of a psychopath. her charm and charisma are practically unrivaled. She is typically reserved and mature. When she talks, she is cryptic with people she trusts and is quick to catch onto and adapt to a variety of social contexts. She also tends to be incredibly animated, making her a natural fit to be a storyteller to the children of Solarisclan. She is a natural leader, too. She has a strong and assertive personality and is quick to use social and psychological tactics to get what she needs to done. Despite her amicable demeanor, she hides a darkness in her that could slip in a moment of weakness. Though, it hasn't yet. And it never will, right?
[attr="class","sitetemp-subtitle"]
P
ERSONALITY[break][break]Cutting to the chase, Amy is somewhat of a psychopath. her charm and charisma are practically unrivaled. She is typically reserved and mature. When she talks, she is cryptic with people she trusts and is quick to catch onto and adapt to a variety of social contexts. She also tends to be incredibly animated, making her a natural fit to be a storyteller to the children of Solarisclan. She is a natural leader, too. She has a strong and assertive personality and is quick to use social and psychological tactics to get what she needs to done. Despite her amicable demeanor, she hides a darkness in her that could slip in a moment of weakness. Though, it hasn't yet. And it never will, right?
[attr="class","sitetemp-text"]
[break][break]
Before she could leave, however, she came to know a mender of Lunarisclan, Rei Nyx, who would tell her stories about life at Lunarisclan. They soon fell in love. For years, the two enjoyed late nights together at the border talking in secret to one another. But before her chance came to escape to Lunarisclan to live with Rei, she fell horribly ill. What could only be described as a pounding in her skull plagued her night and day as she began to visit Rei less and less. "Don't be a hero," she would often tell him, "I'll be fine... and then we finally live our dream of being together. I just need time." He was growing impatient and insisted she see a more skilled mender. She refused, knowing her affliction was a special case. Yes, she knew why this was happening. It must have been a punishment from the goddess. This was no ordinary sickness. Little to Rei's knowledge, she was perpetually hallucinating and every hour, things were getting worse. She focused on keeping her smile for him though. If she could just get him to stop worrying, things could be okay. [break][break]
After a month, something changed. She tried to convince Rei that she had seen the light, that she had felt a euphoria she never thought she could feel. She wanted him to join her. But he rejected her. Why did he stop coming to the border? She thought he loved her... She waited there day after day for his return. Why wouldn't he come? Was it because[break][break]
s̸͉̼̼̼̕h̶͕͙̤̳̒̂͑̀͘e̷̪̚ ̷̙͎̽̋̍͋́͛̐̾͗t̷̨̩͙͈͚̦̯̻̪̋͒̄̇̎͆̚r̵̡̳̣̦͔̤̉̍̓̀͌̀̇̓́̕͝͝į̵͖̬̖̀̿̌̿̀͋̈́̐̕͝ė̵̡̧̛͔̠͕̣̭̟͍̤̆͝ḋ̴̥̗͕̬͒͑͆͝͝ ̸̛̦̪͜͜ẗ̴̛̞̩̽̈́̍͒̀̈́͐̇̕͝͝o̵̧̩̟̯̗̠͙̩̖͓̲̊̂́̇̆̂̈́͆̋ͅ ̶̙̟̮́̾͠(̵̪̟̗̹̖̠̜͓̜̙̀̾̄̈́̀͋͗͘̕|̵̢̫̞̥̬͍̟̠͖͓̯͂̅̊̔͒̽͋̄ͅ-̷̢̢̡̨͖̼͔͖͖̮̬̞͎͑͊̿́̌̒̆͒̎̆̓͗͜͠͝ͅ)̴̢̙̥̱͚͎̭̬̰͔͍͚͛̇͝͠k̶̡̛̯͉̱͍͙̺̳̜̀̄̆͋̉̓̅͜o̷̮͉̻̼͗̈́̑̈́̌͜͜͝͝͝;̶̧̢̫̩̖͈̘͖̜̜̮͋͌̈̇ͅͅ [break][break]
A year has past since and she waits every night again for her dear Rei to return. She was lonely; not even her friend Arisa came to visit her anymore. It is awful. It is so, so lonely. Though she does find some entertainment, sure. Outside Solarisclan's borders she'll often wander for her 'expeditions,' sometimes gone for weeks at a time. No one really knows the truth of her leaves, but perhaps things are better that way. She serves as a phenomenal warrior for Solarisclan still and remains loyal to her people, as tenuous as that may be. After all, she needsc̷̡̨̥̺̜̹͚̩̹̩̜̈́̕ö̴̰̖̼̝̫̝̏́̔̾̉͘͘ͅt̸̛̻̦͈̘͊̂̂̒t̴͕͎͕̓͛͘t̸͎̯̦̘̲͍̠͍̹̖̫̓̌̎̕̕͘ṅ̵̝͗̇̂͝ ̷̗͓̘̖̲͇͒̅́̅̾̋͛̃͘ͅk̵̖̓̔̑͗̕å̷̯̙̮̤̈́̇͛͌̀̚͜c̴̰̩̟͍̟̖̮̠̊͆͑n̵̨̗̜̠͇̼͙̘̪̂̓̓͆͝ņ̴̘͎̤̬̤̤͂͋͋n̵̻̻͊̋̒ ̵̢̨̮͎̬̞̩̆̒̓̑̀a̷̢̢̭͛͐͗͑̄̋̒̀̕ṋ̶̨̢͈͇͔͇̻̞̳́̋͌͝͝ḑ̴͖͇̰̤̩͇͑ ̸̯͉̯̓̅̑̄͂̓͘y̴̡̺͕͍̬̙͆̄̈́̇̓̆̚̚̕i̷̛͎̣͇̭͍͂͐̆̉͌̉͋̋͘͜ͅi̷͍̩͒͊͋̇̿́̐̓̆̔́ͅí̴̭̭͉̞͛̎̆ ̴̹̞̻͈͔͐̄͗́͝t̴̢̨͔̪̥͉͔̜̝̹͊̐͌͜ǫ̷͇̟̠̩̳̂̓͗͑̃͜ö̴̡͍̹̝̖̣̞̯͛͗̐̍̐͑̓̄̓̕ͅ ̷͖͙̯̫͓́m̸̛̱͋̃͌́̉͂͊͠͝ö̴̖̱̻͎̗̖̠̘̦̎̉͂͐͗ȓ̷̨̳̪̥t̵̨̧͍̬̰͔̓͛́̉̏̓a̴̧̢̛̹͇̦̳̥͎̞͓̪̓̑̔͝l̷̡̦͈̟̼̙̳̅͊̔̈́̂ ̵̨̣̩̫̱̜̠͉́̋͌̈́̑͌̊̏̓ạ̵͍̠͕͔̻̪̣̖̤̝́̅͛̈͌̊̈́̚h̷̡̨̠̺̗̱̥̩̙̦̓͌͆̃͑͗̓̓̈́͘͜s̶̢̳̪̳̥͔̙̥̾̏̊a̶̧̲̹͑̏͊́͒̆̑͘̚ä̸̡͙͉̘̬̯̮͔̮́̓̕a̸̡̟̞͉̼̝͖̳̭͇̝̾̈̌̈ ̸̻̰̦̔̆̋̊̀̚̕̕ḟ̵̳͍̖̘͖̋̏̂̿̈́̀̀͘̕͝l̶̬̖̞̗̤̔̍y̷̨̩̳͔̹̿̈͐̉͐͘͜͝f̶̛̫̗͇͔͐̆̎̃̾͝ĺ̵̝͍̺̉̍̎̉́͑̾̽y̷̨̧̼͙̮̟̥̦̥͉̋̋̿͑̋̾̀̋͒̒̚l̴̥̳̰̥͚͇̠̖̗̲̠͛̂́̓͐̈́̕͝d̵̛̘̘̳̩̖͙̿̀́̎̈́̈́̈́̿̈́̆f̶̦͚̝̣̗̼̮̯̻͉́̐̈̍̏̐͊̈́̉͘͜͝ľ̷̻͙̝͕̉́͠y̸̢̡̢̞̮̙̮͒d̶̢̰͉͕͙̘̬͎̟̫̠͂̓̇̇̀̾͒̑̚l̵̑ͅf̵̲̼̟̩̊̆͠y̷̡̳̰͚͙̪̻̒̃̏̔̈̊̀f̶̢̦̓̑̃l̵̨̢͚̪̫̫̞̟̠̣̼͋̈́̎͋̉̊̑̽͒̚̚y̵̪̰̱̆̓͆͆͑͝͠p̶̲̰̳̾͆́͑̓͒̇l̶̨͙͎̖͖͈̿̃̊̂̀̽̊̓͛̀͘ȩ̶̢̨͇͚̦̺̥̀͐͛̒̐a̵̟̻̻̅̀͠͠ͅs̴͚͔̲̏̿͂e̶̘̰̣̤̟͍̞̅̽̽͌͊͘
[attr="class","sitetemp-subtitle"]
H
ISTORY[break][break]
Before she could leave, however, she came to know a mender of Lunarisclan, Rei Nyx, who would tell her stories about life at Lunarisclan. They soon fell in love. For years, the two enjoyed late nights together at the border talking in secret to one another. But before her chance came to escape to Lunarisclan to live with Rei, she fell horribly ill. What could only be described as a pounding in her skull plagued her night and day as she began to visit Rei less and less. "Don't be a hero," she would often tell him, "I'll be fine... and then we finally live our dream of being together. I just need time." He was growing impatient and insisted she see a more skilled mender. She refused, knowing her affliction was a special case. Yes, she knew why this was happening. It must have been a punishment from the goddess. This was no ordinary sickness. Little to Rei's knowledge, she was perpetually hallucinating and every hour, things were getting worse. She focused on keeping her smile for him though. If she could just get him to stop worrying, things could be okay. [break][break]
After a month, something changed. She tried to convince Rei that she had seen the light, that she had felt a euphoria she never thought she could feel. She wanted him to join her. But he rejected her. Why did he stop coming to the border? She thought he loved her... She waited there day after day for his return. Why wouldn't he come? Was it because[break][break]
s̸͉̼̼̼̕h̶͕͙̤̳̒̂͑̀͘e̷̪̚ ̷̙͎̽̋̍͋́͛̐̾͗t̷̨̩͙͈͚̦̯̻̪̋͒̄̇̎͆̚r̵̡̳̣̦͔̤̉̍̓̀͌̀̇̓́̕͝͝į̵͖̬̖̀̿̌̿̀͋̈́̐̕͝ė̵̡̧̛͔̠͕̣̭̟͍̤̆͝ḋ̴̥̗͕̬͒͑͆͝͝ ̸̛̦̪͜͜ẗ̴̛̞̩̽̈́̍͒̀̈́͐̇̕͝͝o̵̧̩̟̯̗̠͙̩̖͓̲̊̂́̇̆̂̈́͆̋ͅ ̶̙̟̮́̾͠(̵̪̟̗̹̖̠̜͓̜̙̀̾̄̈́̀͋͗͘̕|̵̢̫̞̥̬͍̟̠͖͓̯͂̅̊̔͒̽͋̄ͅ-̷̢̢̡̨͖̼͔͖͖̮̬̞͎͑͊̿́̌̒̆͒̎̆̓͗͜͠͝ͅ)̴̢̙̥̱͚͎̭̬̰͔͍͚͛̇͝͠k̶̡̛̯͉̱͍͙̺̳̜̀̄̆͋̉̓̅͜o̷̮͉̻̼͗̈́̑̈́̌͜͜͝͝͝;̶̧̢̫̩̖͈̘͖̜̜̮͋͌̈̇ͅͅ [break][break]
A year has past since and she waits every night again for her dear Rei to return. She was lonely; not even her friend Arisa came to visit her anymore. It is awful. It is so, so lonely. Though she does find some entertainment, sure. Outside Solarisclan's borders she'll often wander for her 'expeditions,' sometimes gone for weeks at a time. No one really knows the truth of her leaves, but perhaps things are better that way. She serves as a phenomenal warrior for Solarisclan still and remains loyal to her people, as tenuous as that may be. After all, she needsc̷̡̨̥̺̜̹͚̩̹̩̜̈́̕ö̴̰̖̼̝̫̝̏́̔̾̉͘͘ͅt̸̛̻̦͈̘͊̂̂̒t̴͕͎͕̓͛͘t̸͎̯̦̘̲͍̠͍̹̖̫̓̌̎̕̕͘ṅ̵̝͗̇̂͝ ̷̗͓̘̖̲͇͒̅́̅̾̋͛̃͘ͅk̵̖̓̔̑͗̕å̷̯̙̮̤̈́̇͛͌̀̚͜c̴̰̩̟͍̟̖̮̠̊͆͑n̵̨̗̜̠͇̼͙̘̪̂̓̓͆͝ņ̴̘͎̤̬̤̤͂͋͋n̵̻̻͊̋̒ ̵̢̨̮͎̬̞̩̆̒̓̑̀a̷̢̢̭͛͐͗͑̄̋̒̀̕ṋ̶̨̢͈͇͔͇̻̞̳́̋͌͝͝ḑ̴͖͇̰̤̩͇͑ ̸̯͉̯̓̅̑̄͂̓͘y̴̡̺͕͍̬̙͆̄̈́̇̓̆̚̚̕i̷̛͎̣͇̭͍͂͐̆̉͌̉͋̋͘͜ͅi̷͍̩͒͊͋̇̿́̐̓̆̔́ͅí̴̭̭͉̞͛̎̆ ̴̹̞̻͈͔͐̄͗́͝t̴̢̨͔̪̥͉͔̜̝̹͊̐͌͜ǫ̷͇̟̠̩̳̂̓͗͑̃͜ö̴̡͍̹̝̖̣̞̯͛͗̐̍̐͑̓̄̓̕ͅ ̷͖͙̯̫͓́m̸̛̱͋̃͌́̉͂͊͠͝ö̴̖̱̻͎̗̖̠̘̦̎̉͂͐͗ȓ̷̨̳̪̥t̵̨̧͍̬̰͔̓͛́̉̏̓a̴̧̢̛̹͇̦̳̥͎̞͓̪̓̑̔͝l̷̡̦͈̟̼̙̳̅͊̔̈́̂ ̵̨̣̩̫̱̜̠͉́̋͌̈́̑͌̊̏̓ạ̵͍̠͕͔̻̪̣̖̤̝́̅͛̈͌̊̈́̚h̷̡̨̠̺̗̱̥̩̙̦̓͌͆̃͑͗̓̓̈́͘͜s̶̢̳̪̳̥͔̙̥̾̏̊a̶̧̲̹͑̏͊́͒̆̑͘̚ä̸̡͙͉̘̬̯̮͔̮́̓̕a̸̡̟̞͉̼̝͖̳̭͇̝̾̈̌̈ ̸̻̰̦̔̆̋̊̀̚̕̕ḟ̵̳͍̖̘͖̋̏̂̿̈́̀̀͘̕͝l̶̬̖̞̗̤̔̍y̷̨̩̳͔̹̿̈͐̉͐͘͜͝f̶̛̫̗͇͔͐̆̎̃̾͝ĺ̵̝͍̺̉̍̎̉́͑̾̽y̷̨̧̼͙̮̟̥̦̥͉̋̋̿͑̋̾̀̋͒̒̚l̴̥̳̰̥͚͇̠̖̗̲̠͛̂́̓͐̈́̕͝d̵̛̘̘̳̩̖͙̿̀́̎̈́̈́̈́̿̈́̆f̶̦͚̝̣̗̼̮̯̻͉́̐̈̍̏̐͊̈́̉͘͜͝ľ̷̻͙̝͕̉́͠y̸̢̡̢̞̮̙̮͒d̶̢̰͉͕͙̘̬͎̟̫̠͂̓̇̇̀̾͒̑̚l̵̑ͅf̵̲̼̟̩̊̆͠y̷̡̳̰͚͙̪̻̒̃̏̔̈̊̀f̶̢̦̓̑̃l̵̨̢͚̪̫̫̞̟̠̣̼͋̈́̎͋̉̊̑̽͒̚̚y̵̪̰̱̆̓͆͆͑͝͠p̶̲̰̳̾͆́͑̓͒̇l̶̨͙͎̖͖͈̿̃̊̂̀̽̊̓͛̀͘ȩ̶̢̨͇͚̦̺̥̀͐͛̒̐a̵̟̻̻̅̀͠͠ͅs̴͚͔̲̏̿͂e̶̘̰̣̤̟͍̞̅̽̽͌͊͘
