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    TRISTIN MAYS



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    *:・゚✦ FIRST NAME, LAST NAME

    —— how many times will i burn it down | x x x *:・゚✦



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    KATIE MCGRATH





    *:・゚✦ FIRST NAME, LAST NAME

    —— but i fight through the ether and i quit when i'm dead | x x x *:・゚✦


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    CAMEO ARINBJORN

    TWENTY-EIGHT / FEMALE / INTERACTING WITH pretty much everyone right now




    The last two years for Cameo were full of cold nights under the stars, stone pathways empty for miles on end, and taverns full of drunk individuals of all shapes and sizes. She had never bothered to stay more than two nights in the same area; sometimes three if she really liked the view. Always staying on the outskirts and keeping her voice low, she moved around the land like a shadow in the night; unseen and unheard - making it quite a surprise when the dream came to her. She never picked her destination, but with this summoning through rhyme, it intrigued her more than she would've liked to admit. The adventure to Rivendell was as beautiful and peaceful as it usually was when she was travelling. She enjoyed taking in the sights and being by herself, save for her horse Jardan. After three nights of traversing through the land, they had finally arrived in the Elven city.

    Cameo silently admired the people and the buildings of the area as she walked through the street with Jardan beside her. She was longing for a cold glass of mead, but was quite unsure if there was even a place for that here. It seemed too...affluent for those kinds of things. Maybe that's why she hadn't visited here before. She stopped in her tracks and looked around, taking the cloak's hood off of her head to gather more in. Her hair, with it's uncontrollable nature, almost looked like Jardan's as they stood side by side, ringlets of black hair and mane melding in beside each other. A man approached her, and in a tongue she couldn't quite understand, gestured to her horse. She nodded silently, handing him the reigns. Another led her to what seemed to be the council room, and she leaned against a pillar in the far corner of the room to listen. She didn't bother herself with political and social affairs much, but the dream caught her attention enough for her to take part. As they spoke about Sauron and the ring. Everything was getting too boring for her, and she was about to push herself off the pillar, when they began to talk about the dreams. Now she was interested. Why was she having them? Why were there so many other people having them too? And as though she had spoken her questions aloud, they were answered by the revealing of a beautiful blue gem that glistened and gleamed with an eerie yet alluring glow. 'The cost of that gem would be hefty' she thought to herself, but felt a slight bit of embarrassment as soon as it crossed her mind. She shook herself mentally and crossed her arms, focusing back onto the conversation. A fellowship, a journey, and a leader. Now, this was the type of adventure she had been longing for for the last two years.

    As soon as they mentioned Eradan being the leader, she scoffed in amusement. A boy? He looked no more than eighteen. It amazed her how much trust they put into him, even if he was a Dúnedain ranger. Her thoughts were interrupted by a man suddenly coming towards her and leaning on the opposite side of the pillar she was leaning on. He was clearly hurt, and she took a step back for she didn't want to draw attention to herself. "You look less qualified than him." she muttered to the injured man, a little louder than she intended. Oops.




    ♚ ・゚: BUT I FIGHT THROUGH THE ETHER AND I QUIT WHEN I'M DEAD — X X X


    all done my form!~

    EIZA GONZALEZ





    *:・゚✦ FIRST NAME, LAST NAME

    —— you think it's over but it's just begun | x x x *:・゚✦


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    CAMEO ARINBJORN

    TWENTY-EIGHT / FEMALE / INTERACTING WITH pretty much everyone and anyone




    Cameo watched the events unfold in front of her with the injured man, crossing her arms in slight amusement - or was it pity? - as he limped to the other pillar. She exhaled quietly, wondering what she was getting herself in to. This is why she always traveled alone. A sudden voice broke the tension, and she looked up to see a quite tall but very pretty elf in both curiosity and intent. The words she spoke gave Cameo a twang of guilt in her chest, and she looked down at the ground to avoid her eye contact for a moment. She was right - if he was chosen, then there were obvious reasons as to why he was more fit than anyone else in the room. Plus, with everything at stake as it is, there was no point arguing. She cleared her throat and looked back up at everyone, her arms still crossed. "I've...also had these dreams. If permitted, I would like to join in on this mission. I trust Elrond's judgement, completely." she replied, slightly nervous that her previous comment had gotten her already removed from the fellowship. She looked over towards Eradan and gave him one of her typical - but meaningful - half smiles of reassurance. She was all in on this adventure, and was ready to begin once someone said the word. Her hand went to her sword Runa mindlessly as some form of comfort, and she rested her palm lightly on the hilt, ready to start the action.




    ♚ ・゚: BUT I FIGHT THROUGH THE ETHER AND I QUIT WHEN I'M DEAD —




    CALLIOPE EMBERS

    TWENTY-SIX / FEMALE / INTERACTING WITH xayah.  






    Calliope always woke before most people in the castle, dressed and ready to do her duty before the sky reached it's peak colour of ash grey. It was the afternoon now, and the sliver of sun that was available shone through the clouds like a child trying to take a peek at something they weren't supposed to see. A soft smile crept across her face as the beam fell across her, happy to see the sun even if it was momentarily. The land was nearly dead; and it devastated her dearly. She missed the meadows of flowers and the beautiful blue sky. Her smile faded as she turned away from the kitchen window to the table.

    Adorned in her usual grey petticoated dress and white apron and bonnet, she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear before picking up the tray of tea and heading towards Kiera's chambers. With a soft rapt of her knuckle on the door to let her know she was entering, she opened the door with her free hand and quietly crossed over the threshold into her room. "Good afternoon your highness. I've brought you some afternoon tea with chamomile and honey." she said, the smile back on her face as if it had never left. Callie adored Kiera greatly; she had been assigned to her since she had left home, and had considered Kiera one of her closest - if not the closest - friends. She hated seeing her suffer, and would frequently bring or find remedies to help treat her ailment. "I've given you chamomile before and helped a bit, since it's an anti-inflammatory said the lady down in the village. Hard to come by these days," she continued, setting the tray down on her vanity, "but I'm happy I found just enough. Let's give it a try, shall we? Here, I'll drink a cup with you." Callie poured two cups of piping hot tea, spooning the right amount of honey into both of them before placing Kiera's on a saucer and gently bringing it to her. Callie loved tea - she drank it when she woke up, when she was frustrated or tired, and sometimes before she went to bed. It was never as delicious as Kiera's, though.






    ♚ ・゚: HOW MANY TIMES WILL I BURN IT DOWN —