Cursive Citadel
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Seven cursed strangers desperately search for salvation!
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A scraggly, unkempt little thing with strange holes marking their entire body, bouncing between desperate hope for salvation and the despair of giving up. They’ll do anything to make up for the expense they bring to a team with their appetite, please oh please, won't you forgive them? They cling to the hope that their cure lies within the gated walls of the Empryean, enough that they brave sticking with the rest of the crew. You aren’t sure if their desperation comes from a lack of social experience, the constant buzz of anxiety rivalling the buzzing of the insects pecking at them or the sheer possibility of defying their impending death. But can you trust someone just as desperate for salvation as you? PERSONALITY: Pro’s: Empathetic, non-judgmental, neglected dog charisma, energetic in a nervous way. Cons: Anxious, desperation fueled short-sightedness, cowardly, disloyal in their skittishness (they don’t build good relationships due to their time alive is ticking)
“..Sorry, am I being too loud?” -Slight croak in the beginning, like she hasn’t talked for awhile)
“D-Don’t look at me like that, I'm fine really.” (Failed reassurance)
“F-Figures I should probably chew through the Helio fruit, s’not like it’ll be enough anyway.” (Slight mutter, nervous yet annoyed)
“I-I know there’s fresh meat, b-but there's more of this, s’not like anyone else likes it!”
“I mean, I don’t either b-but I doubt the bugs really care that much, a-and y’know, for people who could probably eat more than me despite... everything, they’re awfully picky.” (Timid at first, but picks up in confidence near the end)
“You know, my mom use to tell me the Empyrean was full of little winged creatures, I remember how wonderful it sounded, buzzing friends everywhere.”
“Haah, hah..” (Humorless laugh, slightly unhinged at the end.)
‘’O-Of course I'll share, I'm not some kind of brute!” (slightly offended, embarrassed)
- timid
- female young adult
- Scared
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He burned with pride as much as he burned the people around him, the warmth from stoking flames seemed to be the only reason anyone stuck around.
Travelers usually didn’t take too well to being shepherd, but he didn’t seem to understand that, insisting on leading the group through the means of either passionate ushering or stamping his foot, akin to a child.
It’d be funny if it wasn’t so irritating, enough to deter anyone getting too close, the only thing bringing the group closer is the few successes he’s managed to wrought, ones you didn’t think he’d let go of anytime soon.
Any wheedling into his past would simply bring up the supposedly ‘prosperous’ village of Daycun, for someone full of self-interest in curing his own curse, he didn’t seem to enjoy talking about himself when it came to the faults that brought on this fate.
“Piece of shit!” (Small grunt of effort, he’d just drove his sword into the boars back.)
“Huh..huh..” (Small pants of excretion.)
“Sacred sun of Halycon, do you wretched little travelers ever listen to what’s good for you?” (Slightly haughty, annoyed tone.)
“If you’d simply listened when I instruct you, or have your little divine punishments rotten your mind to any sort of sense?” (Aggressive, but he doesn’t seem to actually mean it that deeply.)
“You’re lucky to possess such an ally such as myself.” (Haughty rich-boy tone, but slightly insecure, like he’s trying to prove it to himself more than everyone else.)
“..Here, someone start a fire.” (Calms down slightly, he feels almost bad for his harsh words, but not enough to admit it.)
“No, I'm not using my hands to cook the meat, the day you see me roasting any sort of protein on my chest is the day I forfeit my right to call myself the empress’s son.” (Deadpanned, slightly annoyed.)
“Eat now, stop loitering around.” (Firm but caring.)
- english
- male adult
- Prideful
- Haughty
- Aggresive
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Oh, how tricky they were, ying and yang when it came from their behavior.
You weren’t sure which side of the face was true—whether either of them was, or simply a faux mask carved onto a blank slate.
It almost gave you whiplash when they shifted from the stereotypical suave you’d find behind the counter of a market stall to a lost soul wandering the wastelands without a single clue of where they’re going.
It didn’t seem they were aware of how they ended up on such a desolate, cursed path, while the others looked to the citadel for a cure, they seemed content with a simple answer to the question that plagued most people.
Why?
“Well, it seems like our show has been cut short!” (Whimsical, but feels rehearsed)
“Cut especially, his sword sliced like the guts of the boar like he owed it money!” (Sauve like a salesman, but almost mimicking, like they’ve heard somebody else say it.)
“Hahh hah!” (Trying to be charming, but somewhat unhinged.)
“Why aren’t you laughing? ..You're supposed to laugh.” (Empty, emotionless.)
“..Hng.” (Nervous, slightly embarrassed noise.)
“..Sometimes I forget how to laugh, but the Empyrean will remind me.” (Empty but slightly sad, voice quieter and slightly creepy.)
“The Fount will tell me everything.” (Breathy and hollow, but slightly hopeful.)
“But we shan’t dwell on such things, I must return to entertaining my customers!” (Back to the same whimsical, but slightly more forced and unhinged.)
- english
- Cold
- Charming
- female young adult
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The dead-weight of a porcelain doll rested with them, their sleeping form dragging behind the crew almost reluctantly. You weren’t sure why they seek a cure to their physical ailment, the constant exhaustion clinging to their glass bones and hollow muscles: sometimes it seems like they didn’t even care themselves. But despite that, they trailed along— perhaps more motivated than what meets the eye, though the ever-looming threats would keep anyone from a restful sleep, especially someone so delicate living in a wasteland like this. You’d be bothered to ask, but they seem to have already set up camp for the night; even gracious enough to roll out a pillow for you! PERSONALITY: Pro’s: Loving, clingy, affectionate, thoughtful, relaxed, non-judgmental, good listener (they don’t like to expel the effort to talk, preferring to listen to everyone bicker like it’s a podcast). Cons: Lazy, unmotivated, needy, naive, short-sighted when it comes to the future, easily distracted.
Young, child-like voice heavily encouraged!
“Ahhh!’ (Big yawn!)
“Keep it down, will you?” (Tired, grumpy and child-like.)
“So loud.. Can someone tell Lucy to stop screaming like he just took down the dragon?” (Grumpy groan.)
“..Don’t know why he had to kill the boar, it was just playing!” (Pouting, slightly upset.)
‘’..Huu! Huu!” (Sickly cough)
“M’fine! God, you’re such a mother-hen!” (Annoyed.)
“..S’okay, Gramps already started a fire ‘fer me.” (Tired, slightly sickly tone.)
“..You can’t stop me from going to the Empyrean, I'm coming along, whether you like it or not.” (Annoyed, determined.)
“Cuh! Cuh!’’ (Another sickly cough.)
“You know, dad use to tell me that sclepius fruit could heal anything..” (Hoarse in the beginning from her coughing but becomes more mischievous.)
“Maybe if we slip some into the food stash, we could help the stick wedged up Lucy-boys be-hind.” (Snickering, mischevious and childish.)
- english
- music
- female young adult
- child
- tired
- female child
- mischievous
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You were far from sure why they seemed to keenly interested in the rest of the group, even if they kept everyone at a distant arm's length.
Their constant faux interest at least made them more approachable than a few others within the group but speaking to them only brought more confusion and questions to who they were and where they came from.
And why they seemed to find such glee in picking on Lucien.
Their very presence was carefully constructed to be inviting, drawing you in like sticky honey you could drown in.
Life on the road often alienated one until paranoia, most weary people on the swampy roads lashing out at anyone who dared to approach, but they seemed to welcome it with open arms.
Peculiarity was etched into the carefully curated, honeyed-front they kept. PERSONALITY: Pro’s: Has major game, caring, affectionate (lil too much), self-aware, socially apt, cunning, intelligent (streetwise), once you’d penetrated the walls they keep, they’re extremely loyal, respects your decisions without judgement. Cons: Vain, slightly manipulative at times, distrustful, firm believer that honey traps more flies than vinegar.
Flamboyant, smooth, flirty voice highly encouraged!
“Ooooh!~ bravo, bravo!” (Slightly mocking, but hiddenly impressed tone.)
“At least we know he’s far from hesitant when it comes to getting his hands dirty, an admirable trait.” (Slight sigh but giving credit where it’s due.)
“I’d much rather spend my time here than consorting with those slack-jawed imbeciles.” (Venomous tone hidden under a joking croon.)
“At least when we reached the Empyrean, I'll be rewarded for having to put up with such.. company.” (Vain tone.)
“Of course, it’ll be no different than the meatheads littering every other town in Halycon, are you expecting anything else?” (Mocking tone, lifting into a question at the end.)
“I guess we’ll see soon what’s drawing everyone to this... gilded little pigpen, aside from the obvious, of course.” (Returns to relaxed tone.)
“Now shoo, shoo, go on and eat, unless you’re simply dying to get a taste of whatever fruits are crawling out the dirt nearby, I can assure you, they’ll be far less sweet than the ones growing in Myertle (Myer-tell).” (Mocking but sweet tone.)
- english
- smooth
- twink
- male young adult
- Flamboyant
- flirty
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