Post by audra on May 31, 2015 18:12:31 GMT -5
[nospaces]
[attr="class","appbg"]
[attr="class","appn"]audra
[attr="class","appc"]age 1472
[attr="class","appc"]group djinni
[attr="class","appc"]sex female
[attr="class","appc"]occupation contracted
[attr="class","appp"]
maybe 'misfortune' is what fully fits your inscription into this wretched world.[break][break]
for as long as you remember, that being an awful long time, you were never the 'one and only'. chided for being clumsy, scorned for being sub-par; you could only watch from afar as masters favoured liars and cheats, back-stabbers, even the infidels, when you always had a vacant heart just waiting to be filled. but no, no; time after time, it was the same old story caught in a seemingly endless rewind. the master is killed by oversight (sometimes external means but hardly ever) and you are always, always set free by hands that aren't your own. (you're weak, they laugh. are you even one of us?)[break][break]
you grow scornful. the years have been cruel, they've hurt much more than your pride. the flames in your throat crackle with a deathly intensity. if you can't kill your masters with brute strength alone, you'll have to do it by wit. they make you docile, you make them pay; cry to a mother they don't have. no more laughing, no more jeering, no more watching a dead man writhe and bloody teeth, that aren't even yours, smile. smile.
[break][break]
but you remember that one year it all breaks. the one hundredth and ninety forth time you are summoned, a magician smiles at you. you were left at a complete and utter loss.[break][break]
she was an apprentice at the time; you clearly remember the soft words of praise of her master, the one she calls her 'teacher'. he decorates her talent in flowery tones and radiant smiles, and you remember it makes your stomach lurch with uncertainty. if you were a wild animal, she tames you with patience and a softness you colour with gentle flames. she teaches you about the world you've only ever half known about; love, sadness, grief, misery. you remember, your heart has always been vacant. vacant for her, perhaps. she reminds you it doesn't take much to fill it, but you forget to 'stand on your own'. [break][break]
so when her flame flickers out, again, you're at a complete and utter loss. she doesn't even get to close her own eyes. even worse, you dose her life's flame with your own bitter, bitter tears.
[attr="class","appi"]
maybe 'misfortune' is what fully fits your inscription into this wretched world.[break][break]
for as long as you remember, that being an awful long time, you were never the 'one and only'. chided for being clumsy, scorned for being sub-par; you could only watch from afar as masters favoured liars and cheats, back-stabbers, even the infidels, when you always had a vacant heart just waiting to be filled. but no, no; time after time, it was the same old story caught in a seemingly endless rewind. the master is killed by oversight (sometimes external means but hardly ever) and you are always, always set free by hands that aren't your own. (you're weak, they laugh. are you even one of us?)[break][break]
you grow scornful. the years have been cruel, they've hurt much more than your pride. the flames in your throat crackle with a deathly intensity. if you can't kill your masters with brute strength alone, you'll have to do it by wit. they make you docile, you make them pay; cry to a mother they don't have. no more laughing, no more jeering, no more watching a dead man writhe and bloody teeth, that aren't even yours, smile. smile.
[break][break]
but you remember that one year it all breaks. the one hundredth and ninety forth time you are summoned, a magician smiles at you. you were left at a complete and utter loss.[break][break]
she was an apprentice at the time; you clearly remember the soft words of praise of her master, the one she calls her 'teacher'. he decorates her talent in flowery tones and radiant smiles, and you remember it makes your stomach lurch with uncertainty. if you were a wild animal, she tames you with patience and a softness you colour with gentle flames. she teaches you about the world you've only ever half known about; love, sadness, grief, misery. you remember, your heart has always been vacant. vacant for her, perhaps. she reminds you it doesn't take much to fill it, but you forget to 'stand on your own'. [break][break]
so when her flame flickers out, again, you're at a complete and utter loss. she doesn't even get to close her own eyes. even worse, you dose her life's flame with your own bitter, bitter tears.
[attr="class","appd"]
you primarily deal with elemental magic; your entire being exhales flames that can't ever stop burning. you're not that well versed in anything else. however, you're not terribly brutal in nature, not that you're much for human compassion, either. you'll do as you're told.[break][break]
you are currently contracted to your loved one's son, edan godfrey. your obedience to him is a case of unspent loyalty; you see his mother in his eyes, it makes you weak. it's been many human years, but the pain is still raw.
[attr="class","apph2"]
you primarily deal with elemental magic; your entire being exhales flames that can't ever stop burning. you're not that well versed in anything else. however, you're not terribly brutal in nature, not that you're much for human compassion, either. you'll do as you're told.[break][break]
you are currently contracted to your loved one's son, edan godfrey. your obedience to him is a case of unspent loyalty; you see his mother in his eyes, it makes you weak. it's been many human years, but the pain is still raw.
[attr="class","appf"]
played by: boo [break]
face claim: [b]gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun,[/b] [i]sakura chiyo[/i] - audra
[attr="class","apph2"]
played by: boo [break]
face claim: [b]gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun,[/b] [i]sakura chiyo[/i] - audra
