Post by stormecho on Sept 12, 2011 18:37:12 GMT -5
AVARITHESIA
We see the shadows that
are falling from your eyes,
Draining your face of
everything but the disguise
We see the shadows that
are falling from your eyes,
Draining your face of
everything but the disguise
FULL NAME.[/size][/color]
Avari Thesia
NICKNAME(S).[/size][/color]
Ava
AGE & BIRTHDATE.[/size][/color]
17, March 6th.
GENDER.[/size][/color]
Female
RANKING.[/size][/color]
Digidestined
DIGIEGG or OCCUPATION.[/size][/color]
Avian
FACE CLAIM.[/size][/color]
Naoto Fuyumine from Dogs
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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]
A first impression of Avari would be that she looks fragile, with delicate features. She has a boyish figure, and is just a bit too thin to be classified as gracefully slim; she veers into underfed, which only emphasizes her apparent frailty. She is of average height, and she's well practised at looking inconspicuous. Pale-skinned but with vaguely Asian features due to her mixed heritage, it is hard to pin her down to any particular racial background, and she uses that to her advantage.
Her hair is black, and cut somewhat messily at roughly neck length. Her eyes are dark blue, and look almost black in some lights. She generally wears functional dresses or tunics, mostly in some dark shade if not black. She has a pair of gloves and a long scarf that she tends to wear, though she'll hide or stow away both if she's trying to avoid catching the attention of others. Despite her appearance, she has some muscle, though it's not very noticeable.
There is a scar on her chest, one that she keeps covered at all times.
PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]
People have layers. Hidden depths, as trite as the saying might be. Some people hide behind masks.
For some, the mask might be all there is.
It would be incredibly difficult to get a fix on Avari's personality, primarily because she does her best to ensure no one ever knows anything about her. She is a compulsive liar, and what once may have been a habit born of necessity is now something she cannot stop. Names, relatives, relationships, origins - not only is she capable of thinking quickly, she can recall her own convoluted story weaving, and adjust to the personality she takes on. It is a great skill, but it is also an addiction.
She started due to suddenly finding herself in a situation where she could trust no one. The lies were a shield - but the more she lies, the less she can trust those around her, and she has long since fallen into the destructive cycle.
A side effect is that she sinks into the lies and the acts she puts on. There is no denying that she is a talented actor, but she is no longer able to quite distinguish what she truly feels from her falsely expressed emotions. The line between truth and lies blurs for her, and she has lost track of who she really is. All that is left is a cocoon of false identities, and she clings to them.
She goes beyond being cautious, and is quite paranoid about social situations and other people. Her own freedom is important to her, and she does not think of anyone else as trustworthy, which compound her problem when she lies to protect herself from them. She is selfish, and generally apathetic to the concerns and troubles of other people. Everything she does is for her own benefit, and getting her to help someone else could only be accomplished by coercion or blackmail. If put in a situation where she is indebted to someone, she will do her best to pay back the favour as quickly as possible to ensure she gets away from the other person.
The truth of the matter is that she is lonely, but she can't stand the thought of being abandoned and betrayed. The fear of having her trust broken serves as a double-edged weapon that keeps her from ever approaching someone, while strengthening the longing to be able to depend on a constant.
HISTORY.[/size][/color]
hometown; Thunder Bay
family members;
Shikiko Thesia - [Mother]
Karl Thesia - [Father]
This is a story. Unlike most stories, it is true.
And perhaps that makes it the rarest story of all.
The story starts in Canada, and it is about a girl who died.
The girl was happy with her father and mother. Her father worked with computers, and they were modestly well off, enough that she had many things she wanted. She was a quiet child, though, and she did not make friends easily. She preferred to stay inside and play computer games, and because of her shyness, she was given a kitten as a pet.
Her life was normal, even idyllic. She did well in school, and though she did not have close friends, she eventually played games with others and found things to talk about. She loved her parents, and she loved her home.
All things change. To hear the ghost speak, nothing happened when she was twelve. There was an accident involving her parents, and she was sent to a foster home, and it was sad but that was all.
This is a lie.
The girl was targeted by a Shepherd, a Soulmon that easily phased into the real world. She had no idea what it was, only knew that it was a ghost and terrified her. Her parents were home, unfortunately, and got in the way of its attempts to steal her away to the Digital World. Due to the interference of other humans, it couldn't simply abduct her, and settled for causing as much damage as possible, hurting her and killing her parents.
When she woke up in the hospital, she was at first unable to recall what had happened. The few things she could remember were impossible - she tried to ignore them, and settle for a more rational explanation, especially since she realized that she could be in trouble if she attempted to tell the truth. She at first didn't remember what had happened to her parents, and once she finally did - she had already gotten used to lying to herself and to others. Adding another to that was far easier than giving in and grieving.
Since then, the girl was taken in by foster parents. She lied to them, but they were kind - she was taken care of until she was sixteen. She opted to move out and get a job, to struggle for some sort of independence where she did not have to be around others.
The girl who was has died. But the ghost has not forgotten.
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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
Stormecho/Storm
AGE.[/size][/color]
18
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
N/A
PRETTY PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME...[/size][/color]
I don't really have one for that group~
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
For a moment, his quarry was revealed - or part of it, cables slithering like a sickening parody of life, shrinking away and delving once more. He watched them hide in the remains of the cataclysm, but... it would not matter, in the end. The light finally receded and he could feel Avari slowly uncurling from the instinctive huddle at so much light. Would she go blind, if he attacked again? That would be inconvenient, and separate her from him.
He would have to be more careful.
It had been so long since they had fought over the lake. The truncated battle against Beelzemon had been a farce, both of them forced to play the game on the same side. There was nothing of that now. It was as it should have been, beginning to end - from the petty manipulations and powerplays to this. It was thematic, in the end - the one who hid in the darkness versus him, who flew in the light. Cold technology against life. Strange, how easily their paths ran parallel. But who was he to philosophize, when victory awaited? Avari had wanted Calus dead. He would gladly oblige, give her the boy’s corpse and let her enjoy the victory.
“You might want to close your eyes, Avari. You humans are too fragile for this kind of battle,” he hissed, fanning his wings. Silphymon, her ever-present shadow, looked shaken, and he spared a second to gloat at having finally impressed upon her the difference between them. No longer would the reincarnated upstart trouble him.
Another moment while he waited for his human partner to comply, and then he slowly drifted downwards, closer to the crater that was left over from his first attack. For a moment, he had thought there had been a sense of Machinedramon’s presence - but it was veiled now. No matter. The closer he was, the deeper the light would reach, and the more he destroyed, the fewer places would bear consideration. Besides, it wasn’t as if he needed to aim.
Such was his power, after so long, that he did not need to focus for long, nor feel tired after, to cause such devastation. What Avari had given him, unwittingly and out of selfish instinct rather than ambition, was still far greater than he had ever imagined. Such power, and with no exhaustion, no effort! He just needed to will it into being, wings spreading as he hovered in place once more, and then -
There was light.
It was not a single burst, but it radiated out unevenly, first striking at only what was near him, breaking up the ground and causing more of it to collapse. Then, a secondary, longer lance overwhelmed everything once more, falling deeper and quelling all shadows for several long seconds.
“I didn’t think fighting you would be so boring~” he called out. “Or do you want to keep poor little Cal-lus locked up in that cave? We might go back on our promise, and just kill you.”
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