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Physical Description;; Aaricia is short, about 5'4". She has meduim length black hair with side bands. Her hair is strait with a few dyed red streaks in it. Her eyes are a mesmerizing shade of aquamarine. She is pretty, but in a wounded, porcelain way. There is a scar below her ribcage, but her shirt covers it. She has multiple piercings in her ears and wears hoops. Her ears turn up at the ends, but it isn't nearly as pronounced as an elf's. Aaricia wears an empire waisted magenta shirt, a black jagged-length skirt, and black pants with rips in the knees. She does not wear shoes. She carries a slim dagger that she hides in the folds of her skirt. Her swan wings are a greyish white, her fairy wings black and red, and her dragon wings are green and brown.
Personality;; Aaricia is very proud. She will keep her head up through anything. Animals make her smile; they are one of the few things that can cheer her up. She pretends to be a loner and that everything is fine, but underneath her expterior, Aari is lonely and sad. She is also very emotional; anger, sadness, and happiness can be in her expression in a space of only a few minutes. She doesn't deal with her emotions well. Depression and aggression are ways that she vents the pain the world has caused. Aari resents and hates Ingridon Duskgrin, the man she once thought she loved. She also fears him, and fears the unknown. Sometimes she thinks she can never pick up the pieces of her heart that shattered, and that the pain will never go away. She doesn't really know why she keeps holding on to a life that brought her nothing but pain, but she still does it. She's too scared to let go.
Past;;
Piper, piper, play me a tune, a tune so painful and sad. A tune to make me forget what I've been and wished for in life and had. A girl was born down in Meeg, they say, a coal miner's daughter, a shapeshifter-fey. A girl with wings who touched the sky, on dragon, on swan, on fairy, and had since she was five. Well her mother done died one cold wint'ry day, gray and hollow and worn, and left her family in dire distress, Aaricia wished she'd ne'er been born. Well they worked and the scrimped and they saved up their pennies to move from that coal-minin' town, and journied to Karz, a dark, fearful place, and on everyone's faces there seemed to be frowns. Well Aaricia grew up in that dark dismal place, and somehow managed to shine, catching the sight of strangers and friends, who all thought she was fine. But underneath, her heart made of glass, delicate, yes, t'was so, She gave it away and it fell and was shattered by someone who did not know.
Ingridon Duskgrin, betrayer, deceiver, breaker of fragile dreams, she tossed him aside, hadn't he done the same? She was ready for whatever else life would bring. A time later, he plotted, he waited, with evil residing in his heart, twisted in thinking, believing that somehow, Aari was at fault. The knife plunged in, she couldn't breathe, couldn't believe what he had done "How do you like me now?" he whispered, faintly in her ear as she fell to the ground, knowing that no one heard. Well her blood on the floor, the hole in her chest, would all say she was dead, but someone had found her and carried her to a healer she never knew who, but inside of her head, Aari thought she had had flown with her rescuer.
Well now Aaricia is bitter and silent, alone. She sits and walks to and from places, it's like she had never flown. No space in her lungs to keep her aloft, If she tried to fly she'd surely just drop. Love and hate, opposites, but the same, mixed up, stemming from the same name, Aari can never forget, who can take her cup and let it pass from her, forgive it enough?
Country;; Palamora, but she's wandering. Picture;; See the creative corner
Aaricia Maenakar After all this has passed I still will remain After I've cried my last There'll be beauty from pain Though it won't be today Someday I'll hope again And there'll be beauty from pain You will bring beauty from my pain
(ooc: It was supposed to have a cadence kind of like the veggie tales story of Flibber-o-loo, kind of. We've all seen veggie tales, right? 'Kay.)
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