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ACACIA-RED2[break]
AKA: Scarlett Dunn
ACACIA-RED2[break]
AKA: Scarlett Dunn
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[attr="class","appheading"]GENERAL INFORMATION
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Aasimar - mostly
Aasimar - mostly
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Twelve
Twelve
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Female
Female
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Ari
Ari
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Not really developed yet, but straight.
Not really developed yet, but straight.
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Artavia
Artavia
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N/A
N/A
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[attr="class","appheading"]PERSONALITY
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Spirited. Red is still one to speak her mind loudly and unabashedly, but generally what ‘her mind’ constitutes of is what Thomas tells her she should believe. Yet, still, were anyone to speak against those ideals, she would stubbornly and boisterously defend her own beliefs. Her spirit also extends to her mannerisms in everyday life; Red is a child to stick out her tongue when she’s annoyed, stomp her feet when she’s mad, and pout visibly when she’s been denied something. She comes across as vital and vibrant – and occasionally downright annoying. This particular character trait is generally only controlled when in Tom’s presence.[break][break]
Loyal. Not that Red is one of great threat, but if there is one thing not to be done around her, is would be to speak against those she loves; Thomas Dunn or any of her ACACIA brothers and sisters. Even when they may be in the wrong, Red’s primary reaction will always be to jump to their defense first, question their motives later.[break][break]
Moral. Red had unfortunately been brought up under the wrong man considering her moral ideals, and so, often, believes he must be in the right no matter how wrong what he is doing seems to be, but, upon her own conviction, Red is an extremely moral person. She wishes to heal the sick, forgive the wicked, and right the wrongs of the world; ideals which come from her Aasimar goddess, Invriah. These morals do, occasionally, tug at her when she attempts to turn a blind eye to some of Thomas’ actions.
Spirited. Red is still one to speak her mind loudly and unabashedly, but generally what ‘her mind’ constitutes of is what Thomas tells her she should believe. Yet, still, were anyone to speak against those ideals, she would stubbornly and boisterously defend her own beliefs. Her spirit also extends to her mannerisms in everyday life; Red is a child to stick out her tongue when she’s annoyed, stomp her feet when she’s mad, and pout visibly when she’s been denied something. She comes across as vital and vibrant – and occasionally downright annoying. This particular character trait is generally only controlled when in Tom’s presence.[break][break]
Loyal. Not that Red is one of great threat, but if there is one thing not to be done around her, is would be to speak against those she loves; Thomas Dunn or any of her ACACIA brothers and sisters. Even when they may be in the wrong, Red’s primary reaction will always be to jump to their defense first, question their motives later.[break][break]
Moral. Red had unfortunately been brought up under the wrong man considering her moral ideals, and so, often, believes he must be in the right no matter how wrong what he is doing seems to be, but, upon her own conviction, Red is an extremely moral person. She wishes to heal the sick, forgive the wicked, and right the wrongs of the world; ideals which come from her Aasimar goddess, Invriah. These morals do, occasionally, tug at her when she attempts to turn a blind eye to some of Thomas’ actions.
[attr="class","appheading"]APPEARANCE
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At first look, a passerby may describe Red in one word; adorable. She is gifted by high cheekbones and wide, trustworthy cerulean eyes, ivory face framed with a shock of auburn ringlets. She is a slight child, quite skinny even for her age, and lanky, but still holds a semblance of grace and enchantment gifted by her Aasimar race.[break][break]
Well, mostly.[break][break]
The entirety of her body is Aasimar, save her left arm and the bottom half of her left leg, which come from two different sources, attached mechanically by Doctor Thomas Dunn. Her arm is slightly tanner than she, with a splattering of dark freckles and a tad longer, and her leg just slightly more blue in hue with a faded net-like pattern, it’s donor a hybrid of merfolk and human; this particular child’s leg chosen because it matched Red’s in height.[break][break]
Often she is seen to be wearing long skirts or long boots to hide the slight difference in coloring of her legs, and enjoys a whimsical, child-like form of dress, often in lace, fur, or sparkles.[break][break]
One notable mark is that of her Aasimar heritage; Invriah’s twin circles, one on each palm – the right black, the left white.
At first look, a passerby may describe Red in one word; adorable. She is gifted by high cheekbones and wide, trustworthy cerulean eyes, ivory face framed with a shock of auburn ringlets. She is a slight child, quite skinny even for her age, and lanky, but still holds a semblance of grace and enchantment gifted by her Aasimar race.[break][break]
Well, mostly.[break][break]
The entirety of her body is Aasimar, save her left arm and the bottom half of her left leg, which come from two different sources, attached mechanically by Doctor Thomas Dunn. Her arm is slightly tanner than she, with a splattering of dark freckles and a tad longer, and her leg just slightly more blue in hue with a faded net-like pattern, it’s donor a hybrid of merfolk and human; this particular child’s leg chosen because it matched Red’s in height.[break][break]
Often she is seen to be wearing long skirts or long boots to hide the slight difference in coloring of her legs, and enjoys a whimsical, child-like form of dress, often in lace, fur, or sparkles.[break][break]
One notable mark is that of her Aasimar heritage; Invriah’s twin circles, one on each palm – the right black, the left white.
[attr="class","appheading"]HISTORY
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Eleanor’s father was they kind of man many envied. He never seemed to indulge in a selfish thought, and had little difficulty putting others before himself, where many might have begun to feel taxed or abused, he seemed... well, the only appropriate term was divine. For that was what he was, steadfast in his duty to his goddess, understanding and empathetic.[break][break]
And his small daughter even more so.[break][break]
They called her “kissed by fire” because of her shock of red hair, but it was true in so many senses of the word. From youth, she laughed loudly, cried often, and shouted with gusto, her emotions seemed to rule her one at a time, and she never had a single doubt in her pretty little head what was right.[break][break]
She was his only weakness, little Eleanor, who was so like her mother, but Aasimar blood, like he, and when they went to the jails together, she could touch the emotions of the hardened men there with much more skill, even in her tender years, than he had learned to in his 40.[break][break]
He learned, one day, when she told him about the crimes of the men they had seen that day; brutal, horrific crimes, that he had been sure not to tell her, adamant that the guards keep from her, that she could read the thoughts of the men they saw as easily as hear the words coming from their lips. She had been gifted by Invriah, it seemed, in many ways; and Divination was one.[break][break]
But, Daddy, they don’t realize what they’ve done. They need to be forgiven and cleansed.[break][break]
She spoke Invriah’s words without even knowing she did. Pride shown in his eyes, just like hers, one hazel and one bright aqua. She was his pride.[break][break]
But there were those in Sector D whose motives were sinister, and their jealousy of the Eccles’ clouded their mortal eyes. They wanted power, and fear was power, and so they planted a device, small and ticking, on the doorknob of the unassuming Eccles home, which Eleanor’s father turned, as he called to her to hurry from the carriage, as they needed to start on dinner – [break][break]
The body of an almost-eight-year-old girl lay unconscious and bloodied, a few feet from the carriage that saved her life, for 32 hours before they came to collect her. It was not forgotten the good she and her father had done, but none dared to go near the site too soon after the attack. They didn’t want to anger anyone whose anger was dangerous.[break][break]
But there was little to be done. Her body was a mess, her brain most likely damaged beyond repair from her fall from the vehicle, an arm and half a leg gone. The hospital staff, low on resources in the poor sector, had all but given up hope when Thomas Dunn appeared, in the form of a savior, at their door.[break][break]
Red never learned the extent of the work done on her, and had no memories when she woke; other than faded, disjointed ones, of a war, suffering on a cold battlefield, blood, and a boy with red hair, like hers.[break][break]
She knew how to walk, and speak. Her two arms were vaguely different; not by much, but they said that one had not had it’s white circle, once, but that it had brightened into existence, to match the black circle on her other palm. They’d said her eyes didn’t match, either, but her Papa had been kind enough to give her new ones, bright like the blue sky, and for that she was happy.[break][break]
Papa taught her the ways of the world, and they were very simple ways, ways she understood. Sometimes, rarely, she thought the disagreed, but Papa was right, and he would explain to her. He was always right.[break][break]
For several years, she lived alone in the abandoned hospital, an unfinished project, and Papa told her that she was well-known to be gifted in Divination; she had been told that was why she could hear the thoughts of those around her when they thought loudly or with emotion, why she knew when Papa was angry with her, she knew that somewhere in the hospital, hidden from her, was a sister, often lonely.[break][break]
What should have been strange to the girl, if she had remembered it, was that, once, she had not heard the words they thought so much as seen them written in the air, and that was why they were sometimes fuzzy, now. She had been able to see through illusion magic and invisibility, once, but her eyes were not her own, and had a different magic, which seemed foreign to her. They saw something that she could not feel, a shifting, ever-present glow around all things; pebbles and chairs and people and ships. Even the water had a glow, and she sometimes dreamed that she could lasso that glow with her new arm, and move things about with it, without really touching them at all.[break][break]
But when she woke, she heard the whispers of her sister, and she remembered her magic.[break][break]
She tried to practice it, but it did not come to her; and a consistent fear formed in her heart, that the abilities she was born with were the only ones she would possess, and that she would never satisfy her Papa, who believed in her, who was sure she would only learn, as she grew older.[break][break]
Her dreams told a different tale.
Eleanor’s father was they kind of man many envied. He never seemed to indulge in a selfish thought, and had little difficulty putting others before himself, where many might have begun to feel taxed or abused, he seemed... well, the only appropriate term was divine. For that was what he was, steadfast in his duty to his goddess, understanding and empathetic.[break][break]
And his small daughter even more so.[break][break]
They called her “kissed by fire” because of her shock of red hair, but it was true in so many senses of the word. From youth, she laughed loudly, cried often, and shouted with gusto, her emotions seemed to rule her one at a time, and she never had a single doubt in her pretty little head what was right.[break][break]
She was his only weakness, little Eleanor, who was so like her mother, but Aasimar blood, like he, and when they went to the jails together, she could touch the emotions of the hardened men there with much more skill, even in her tender years, than he had learned to in his 40.[break][break]
He learned, one day, when she told him about the crimes of the men they had seen that day; brutal, horrific crimes, that he had been sure not to tell her, adamant that the guards keep from her, that she could read the thoughts of the men they saw as easily as hear the words coming from their lips. She had been gifted by Invriah, it seemed, in many ways; and Divination was one.[break][break]
But, Daddy, they don’t realize what they’ve done. They need to be forgiven and cleansed.[break][break]
She spoke Invriah’s words without even knowing she did. Pride shown in his eyes, just like hers, one hazel and one bright aqua. She was his pride.[break][break]
But there were those in Sector D whose motives were sinister, and their jealousy of the Eccles’ clouded their mortal eyes. They wanted power, and fear was power, and so they planted a device, small and ticking, on the doorknob of the unassuming Eccles home, which Eleanor’s father turned, as he called to her to hurry from the carriage, as they needed to start on dinner – [break][break]
The body of an almost-eight-year-old girl lay unconscious and bloodied, a few feet from the carriage that saved her life, for 32 hours before they came to collect her. It was not forgotten the good she and her father had done, but none dared to go near the site too soon after the attack. They didn’t want to anger anyone whose anger was dangerous.[break][break]
But there was little to be done. Her body was a mess, her brain most likely damaged beyond repair from her fall from the vehicle, an arm and half a leg gone. The hospital staff, low on resources in the poor sector, had all but given up hope when Thomas Dunn appeared, in the form of a savior, at their door.[break][break]
Red never learned the extent of the work done on her, and had no memories when she woke; other than faded, disjointed ones, of a war, suffering on a cold battlefield, blood, and a boy with red hair, like hers.[break][break]
She knew how to walk, and speak. Her two arms were vaguely different; not by much, but they said that one had not had it’s white circle, once, but that it had brightened into existence, to match the black circle on her other palm. They’d said her eyes didn’t match, either, but her Papa had been kind enough to give her new ones, bright like the blue sky, and for that she was happy.[break][break]
Papa taught her the ways of the world, and they were very simple ways, ways she understood. Sometimes, rarely, she thought the disagreed, but Papa was right, and he would explain to her. He was always right.[break][break]
For several years, she lived alone in the abandoned hospital, an unfinished project, and Papa told her that she was well-known to be gifted in Divination; she had been told that was why she could hear the thoughts of those around her when they thought loudly or with emotion, why she knew when Papa was angry with her, she knew that somewhere in the hospital, hidden from her, was a sister, often lonely.[break][break]
What should have been strange to the girl, if she had remembered it, was that, once, she had not heard the words they thought so much as seen them written in the air, and that was why they were sometimes fuzzy, now. She had been able to see through illusion magic and invisibility, once, but her eyes were not her own, and had a different magic, which seemed foreign to her. They saw something that she could not feel, a shifting, ever-present glow around all things; pebbles and chairs and people and ships. Even the water had a glow, and she sometimes dreamed that she could lasso that glow with her new arm, and move things about with it, without really touching them at all.[break][break]
But when she woke, she heard the whispers of her sister, and she remembered her magic.[break][break]
She tried to practice it, but it did not come to her; and a consistent fear formed in her heart, that the abilities she was born with were the only ones she would possess, and that she would never satisfy her Papa, who believed in her, who was sure she would only learn, as she grew older.[break][break]
Her dreams told a different tale.
[attr="class","appheading"]ABILITIES
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[attr="class","appability"]➢ Divination[break]
While this ability has been locked by the operation that made her an ACACIA subject, Red’s previous knowledge of certain Divination spells are pre-existing, allowing her access to these select abilities; the most notable being telepathy, the ability to communicate mentally with others and hear the thoughts and feelings of those in her immediate presence.
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[attr="class","appability"]➢ Transmutation[break]
Although she has not yet realized or attempted this skill, the school of magic under which Red is currently existing is Transmutation. It is unlikely she will be able to master this school in any true form, as she was born under a different school, but has lost some of her innate Divination abilities to be replaced by an affinity for Transmutation. At most, she will possibly be able to learn a few spells with great effort and practice.
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[attr="class","appability"]➢ Divination[break]
While this ability has been locked by the operation that made her an ACACIA subject, Red’s previous knowledge of certain Divination spells are pre-existing, allowing her access to these select abilities; the most notable being telepathy, the ability to communicate mentally with others and hear the thoughts and feelings of those in her immediate presence.
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[attr="class","appability"]➢ Transmutation[break]
Although she has not yet realized or attempted this skill, the school of magic under which Red is currently existing is Transmutation. It is unlikely she will be able to master this school in any true form, as she was born under a different school, but has lost some of her innate Divination abilities to be replaced by an affinity for Transmutation. At most, she will possibly be able to learn a few spells with great effort and practice.
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