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  • EXTREMELY HPR KITTENS - AUTO ACCEPT! CLOSED.

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    name ;; enigmacode tessa
    surname ;; Achilleus-Väinämöinen
    full name ;; enigmacode tessa Achilleus-Väinämöinen
    nicknames ;; en, enny, n-code, tess, code, cody
    gender ;; female
    gender identity ;; femme
    sexuality ;; bisexual
    family ;;
    mother ;; tino
    father ;; helios
    siblings ;; tba

    looks ;;
    species ;; domestic feline
    pelt ;; A rather simple affair is her pelt. It's base layer is a simple dark brown, the colour almost mahogany at certain points. This paint is laid on thick, and never hesitates to fill in the gaps. But, laid on top these are wrought iron bars. Twisted to form cascading broken lines down this layer, the dripping paint known as her stripes look quite resplendent. The typical tabby marking is worn on her forehead as if it were a crown, and those that laid attention to her knew her because of it. Perhaps, the markings were common, but the girl trapped beneath the cloak is a different matter. Her colouring is consistent until we reach her paws. These rounded shoes are capped with snow, like she had dashed through the white sea spray and its colouring had washed away any evidence of paint from her toes. This is how you would describe her pelt, however simple.
    frame ;; Enigma is built like the girl everyone forgets about. Average height, with long, slender legs. Plain and square with a slight figure. Her canvas is spread taught because of the way her bone structure is made. Her face never really loses its kitlike roundness, the soft edges to pretty features never sharpening in the face of maturities wit. Her eyes are round and wide like two pennies dug into her skull. Her maw is small, but her mouth is there non the less, tongue always armed for those rare occurrences when someone stops to notice her a second.
    eyes ;; Her eyes are, like I mentioned before, like round pennies. Huge, circular and questioning. But looking into those depths are like looking at a storm. Grey, like steel, but always moving, always changing. If you were to examine them closely, flecks of dark blue could be discovered, and are the equivalent of gold - veins of gold running through a mine. A contrast, and a beautiful one. They eyes are the guarding shutters of the wallflower's soul.


    personality ;;
    ' wallflower ' This part of her is seen everyday. People live vibrant lives, full of colour and excitement. And ennny is neither shy nor unwilling. It is more like she seems to have such a talent in hiding herself unconsciously that others choose to ignore her. She is not simple minded or weak willed, but because those around her do not strive to like and understand her, the feline has no clue as to why she is expected to try and be noticed, meaning her existence itself is reduced to a vicious circle. She doesn't mind this much, being the observant feline she is, but n-code quickly learns that friends are important.
    ' intuitive ' She is incredibly smart. There's average intelligence for anyone, and most claim to be clever. But there are very few who can then say that they really truly are. And this young girl is included in this closed up circle. Her mind is designed for cracking codes and puzzles, and she quickly discovers her taste in such niceties like murders. A detective in the making, honest to god. and because of her wallflower status, she is quick to watch people's patterns and their lives, meaning that she has the mind perfect for narrowing things down. Smart, cold, observant and quiet all the same.
    ' strong-willed ' This part is rarely seen by others, but it is felt by the girl most of her life. She hates the way she blends in, but loves it in the same way. Tessie really is a code herself. In some moments, she steps up and shines, and light a candle exposed to helium, she extinguishes with a pop. Only living when she is 'dead', or dead to social affairs. her strong will and stubbornness makes her a person not moveable in arguments, and is often an asset in battle, like she plays her own will power as a weapon. Perhaps it is, such a fact one could debate upon for hours.
    ' daydreamer ' Yes, we have almost finished weaving the mat that is our dear enigmacode. She is more often then not, wrapper in her own little fantasy. Eyes glazed, but still watching, when in this state, people are often surprised when she answers with an accurate yet slightly off subject answers. For example, there would be a conversation about astronomy and if she was asked a question about the stars the most likely answer would be ' the stars are free '. The one thing she wants most in the world is freedom, and of course, she loves stars, even if her daydreamer status might pull her down. In truth, she's and introverted extrovert, let's be honest.
    likes ;; breaking codes, creating codes and observing
    favourites ;;
    colour ;; gun mental grey
    pass time ;; researching and learning other languages
    food ;; squirrel
    least favourites ;;
    colour ;; bitter sweet ( shade of orange )
    pass time ;; offensive combat
    food ;; salmon


    other ;; finished and yeah
    art ;; non as of yet
    theme songs ;; far far by gael naim (here) . dream by priscilla ahn (here) . buy the stars by marina and the diamonds (here) . state of dreaming by marina and the diamonds (here)

  • ( and the story goes on ; death )

    I'm gonna start crying I just know it ))


    Kiki had been confused ever since she came. Was it normal to know nothing ? Like, feel like the only thing you know is to keep breathing. In, and then out again. To breath and to keep your heart beating. And even then, those things seemed forced. Like she had to remind herself. Was it normal to be clueless and dumb and empty and empty and empty ? Because that was how it was. There were only sights she could imagine in her head, and those sights were not real. She'd looked at other joiners. They'd known what to say. Words came to their mouths as sentences and flowed like a stream down ice. Smooth, unstoppable. Certain, even through a stutter. They knew what to say and when they reached the vocal chords, the song was not a solo, but a cacophony of sounds that blended as a flawless melody. And for her, it had been a discord not even seen in the most tragic of all tragedies. Probably because she had a head full of air and dreams and sounds and letters.


    And she'd learn fast, regaining her sense of life like a plant did when presented with sunlight. It's purpose was fast discovered and perhaps even faster put to use. Which meant that even though they were clueless, they had a goal. She figured she had had one of those when she found herself upon the shores here. And recently, in fact, only minutes ago, the female had a sketchy image as to why. Why it was familiar and yet not. And why this all seemed right and perfect and meant to be even though she had no clue why. But now she did, and her opportunity was only a few doors away. Which lead her feet swiftly along the path, hardly touching the ground, because the book thief was running like she'd never ran before. Because there was something she remembered, found out, that wasn't in her final moments. Yeah, her final moments. Because she'd had that nailed too.


    She had died. She'd been bleeding and a guy called killian was there. Killian. And she'd remembered his name first, not hers. And she still didn't know it her but she felt almost certain that she was the 'her' that niney had been so fixated upon ever since she had pitched up here. And she knew why now. At least she thought so and that meant that her goal was here. The door of the head medics house. She took a deep, steadying breath. She could do this. She could. And she walked in.


    She knew it. Because niney was her big sister and mentor. Niney was the voice that Thad told her helpful herbs and was the voice that had played with her heart and made her happy. The voice that cared for the child after losing a mother. And someone she knew she had felt utterly and fully devoted too. They had been tied by a force yet to be measured. A magnetic pull that had them gravitating not as two separate planets, but an earth and a moon. One causing changes in another, and constantly balancing each other out. And she had been the one to drop out of orbit and destroy the planet which she had cared for. And it was all her fault and that was why she felt a shot of real, real fear.


    "VEL !" She cried in a voice of rags. Vel because vel was who this female was to her, the mother figure. She was crying properly, real tears spilling over the banks of her eyes and down her white face down and mixing with her chest fur. Her lip wobbled and she ran to the side of the head medic. "Niney." She whispered in a coffin quiet whisper, like she was scared of disturbing the not quite dead feline.


    "Are you dying ?" She asked in a voice that already knew the answer. She didn't want it to be true, but there was a part inside her chest that knew it was. She shook her head, but she wasn't going Ti lie to either of them. She had known when she had died, that she was a lost cause. And niney probably knew too and lying was only implanting a seed that would take root and make the passing even harder. And she couldn't lie.


    "Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby
    Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay
    And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow
    Bless you with love for the road that you go."


    It was a voice choked off with tears and her voice was tight and wracked with true pain.


    "May you sail fair to the far fields of fortune
    With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet
    And may you need never to banish misfortune
    May you find kindness in all that you meet


    May there always be angels to watch over you
    To guide you each step of the way
    To guard you and keep you safe from all harm


    May you bring love and may you bring happiness
    Be loved in return to the end of your days
    Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you
    I'll just sit for a while and sing you away."


    (( I'm crying and wow muse ))

  • ( and the story goes on ; death )

    Kiki would have told them to stop struggling because it was making it harder. Because struggling made deaths harder then they already were and she didn't want to make it harder. But kiki only had eyes for her dying sister. She didn't want to accept it. She wanted them to hug and make up and be a family together. But it wasn't ever going to happen. "Please don't go. Please." She said but knew as they left her mouth that it was fruitless. "Sorry." She whispered to the dead body, tears rolling down her cheeks like they were rolling down Marcies

  • no point if you do it alone ⋆ joining

    ( I'm gonna get confused now because there are two Marcy's because people call me Marcy too. We should start a Marcy club im serious we should ))


    Kiki blinked, then paused. "Business means your .... Job. What is your job here ?" Kiki asked, after serious thought. Then, quickly after she stated that she introduced herself. "I'm Kiki."