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    Felicity
    Felicity

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    Lineage : Evil Angel
    Position : None
    Posts : 2984
    Guild : Savage Skull
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 25
    Experience : 75987.5

    Character Sheet
    First Skill: Toxic Scourge
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    Information An Hourglass Glued To The Table | Plotter & History |

    Post by Felicity 23rd April 2015, 5:22 am

    - PLOTTER -


    AEDRE CRAWFORD
    female - twenty - pansexual - savage skull - character sheet


    FRIENDS
    Every time I look at the sky after the rain

    To try and understand Aedre is like trying to grasp into a void full of protruding poisoned swords that are invisible to the naked eye. One thing that her acquaintances will always remember about her is her (rare, but not non-existent) dark humor, which - if one is to unfortunately be the center of it - often scares the living daylights out of the men and women, even her guildmates or friends. Aedre doesn't hold back when it comes to having her own definition of fun and will often use her power as she pleases. Friends are somewhat a foreign concept to her as well, preferring to keep alone to herself even amongst the foyer of Savage Skull and would only try to commune with people if it is something that concerns the overall welfare of the Guild. If someone is going to befriend her, it would take a lot of patience and devotion as she will blatantly shake off anyone who tried to get close.

    Friendship is -forever- open.

    ENEMIES
    I think of the past when I was only a crybaby

    Its easy to get on the red-head's bad side. Very easy. She dislikes everything that makes her feel a prisoner rather than a living, breathing person in this world, and this means that she has always hated the chain of blood and family (Crawford's) that bound her feet together as a child. With a short-temperament and cold demeanor towards those she deem as strangers, she's just a tough person to comprehend and deal with. Hating comes naturally to her, as it is, her favorite emotion and nothing ever ruffles her feathers more than being reminded that she is a prisoner bound to service.

    Hateship is -forever- open.

    LOVES
    I was frantically going after someone's back

    If friendship is hard, then love is even harder. Aedre does not wish to frolic among the googly-eyed prisoners of love, the past chains of her life had let her feel the prison more than enough. Love is something she doesn't mind, but doesn't necessarily crave for now as she realizes that it is a force that will sway her from her ulterior motives.  To love Aedre is like loving ice, and as fast as it melts, the same is said for her affections if ever she did give a suitor some thought.

    Love interest pending.

    Feel free to PM or Skype if you wanna plot.

    MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS


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    Felicity
    Felicity

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    Lineage : Evil Angel
    Position : None
    Posts : 2984
    Guild : Savage Skull
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 25
    Experience : 75987.5

    Character Sheet
    First Skill: Toxic Scourge
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    Information Re: An Hourglass Glued To The Table | Plotter & History |

    Post by Felicity 23rd April 2015, 11:35 pm

    - IC RELATIONSHIPS -

    Trying to be as chronological as possible. Will list all the characters that Aedre met, regardless of whether the character still exists on the site in an IC sense or not.

    lord frederick
    "So... have you ever heard of Savage Skull?"

    Was one of the first people to earn Aedre's trust after she dropped into Fiore; enough trust to actually coerce into joining Savage Skull, a guild that is constantly under the fire of the Council and other law-abiding organizations of the magical country. But, of course, her main attraction to the Guild was its ability to stand against the Council and oppose it, the ruling force of Fiore that the woman always hated from the core of her heart. He also happens to be the person who left the guild in her hands when he left for what seemed like "a trip." After he left and showed no signs of returning after many months, Aedre was obligated to look for another Guildmaster - Harrigan Crawford.

    She's yet to meet Frederik after that fateful day when he left the reigns of Savage Skull in her hand.

    matabei goto
    "Sure why not. It'll be nice to have someone to talk to while walking around this place."

    Matabei is someone Aedre met in Rose Garden, starting off as fair acquaintances, then incidentally turned into rivals in a small spar. Having a huge difference in their power levels, it was almost unsurprising that Aedre won fair and square - but she did coerce the other woman to join her as a member of a Savage Skull. During the lil' time that she was there in the guild, the blonde acted as Aedre's maid - a weird title in Aedre's eyes, but one that she didn't particularly mind. However, after Matabei left the dark guild to join Sabertooth; Aedre lost all contact with her.

    alexander faust
    “I believe you are correct miss Aedre. Let’s stick to the outer area for the moment, who knows if that dragon will attack again.”

    An acquaintance from Savage Skull - one who Aedre fought alongside with in the battle of Era and heard quite some impressive news from the attack on Magnolia. However, she never knew what came of him after the strike on Era subsided and most of the Savage Skull mages returned back to the guild safe and sound.

    Harrigan Crawford
    "Ah yes, I have something I need you to do..."

    Perhaps one of the only Crawfords that Aedre doesn't despise, Harrigan is the man she approached when Fredrick left the guild in her hands - which, for the time being, were incapable of leadership. Of course, it came off as a surprise that the regal Crawford male was part of the same guild as she was, but regardless, the fact remains that he makes the perfect master for Savage Skull.

    Apart from being handled tasks by him, Aedre pretty much avoids all contact with the man - in fact, the avoidance may be mutual; lest they end up discussing the family that they harbour hate for.

    Sinali "Sin" Vedan
    "Giving gifts is never boring, Splashy."

    Being one of the most promising members of Savage Skull, Sinali definitely holds Aedre's interest. She's a pillar and perhaps, also the most harrowing people the woman will ever meet. Having been on a job with her in the Ancient Ruins, Aedre acknowledges the young undead's power and is also mildly surprised and interested by the nickname she has received from the child (if you can call her a child) - Splashy.

    dryaw loghtur
    "Time for our fight lady. Let Ferinity bring you to the heights of punishment."

    The man she met during the battle of Era and had a strong and interesting spar with - Dryaw. It was a match between equals and perhaps one of the few encounters Aedre ever had with people from the legal side of the alignment spectrum. However, he held her interest for a definite amount of time even after the war had subsided. The last thing she heard about him was his promotion as a member of Magic Council... before he disappeared from her grid forever.

    kyll vie
    Nichts (N/A)

    A woman Aedre first witnessed in the battle of Era; being an opponent for Faust and then disappearing from her sight. That was her only identity in Aedre's mind, until she met Harrigan and realized that Kyll was the woman he married. Apart from this detail, Aedre has no information about the Eclipse Soul mage whatsoever.

    zenshin hitsumo
    Nichts (N/A)

    A man she Aedre knows hardly anything about, but remembers seeing during the battle of Era. A seeming acquaintance of Kyll is the only detail that she captured about him.

    kyle vay
    "This way... My pudding cup."

    Perhaps the one person who can annoy the f*** out of the constantly nonchalant woman is Kyle Vay. His behaviour of constantly hitting on her was above the point that she could handle. Having been on only one job with the man was trouble enough and Aedre tried to steer away from him whenever possible. However, its been a long while since she has heard anything about his whereabouts.

    orel
    "You have some tendency to leave a mess behind you, right?"

    Orel is the only living being that Aedre trusts with her life, and chooses to rely on in the weak moments of her life. Having met the shape-shifting eagle during a mission, the woman's first impression of him was not so good. However, by the time she was done with her task, she had taken a slightly apprehensive liking for him. After being introduced of true identity and knowing that he was supposed to tag along with her the rest of her life, Aedre holds him in high regards. And though she'll never accept it, she respects him for his knowledge and sensibility.

    Even though the duo share such a close relationship, Orel likes the white-haired woman to be independent and does not accompany her on every mission that she goes to. Only the ones in which he thinks she would need assistance. Albeit, its interesting to note that the eagle has a knack of showing up when Aedre needs him the most and has saved her from a couple of extremely sticky situations.

    janneline ariel
    ''Ehm, Aedre, some help here? Not doing very fine with three on my head.''

    Aedre's first impression of the ReQuipper was of a shy female; as Janna first showed up in her office, asking Aedre to tag along on a mission. She accepted, finding the young female pretty interesting, learning along the way that it wasn't fear that induced her behaviour but rather respect and reverence. It did make Aedre like her a bit, along with acknowledgement of her potential.

    However, after the end of that mission Aedre had never caught a perfect sight of Janna and the only news she heard was her being promoted to a Pillar leader and then being stripped of that position subsequently.

    indar blackshield
    "Guess we are on our own for now, though that's kinda perfect, in my opinion."

    Aedre first met Indar when he showed up at the front-steps of Savage Skull and has always acknowledged his potential; just like the other pillars of the guild. She has been on one job with him in the Haunted village and considers him to be one of the few people she can place a paltry amount of trust in. After all, she did reveal a small bit of her past to the man and became a witness of his past too, so to speak. He does have a teasing approach towards her, but the woman doesn't particularly seem to mind it.

    akame seito
    "Do you want to be friends?"

    An absolute puzzle of a woman that Aedre happened to acquaint herself with on a seemingly uneventful day on the Serene Cliffs. A small conversation escalated to a game of truth and dare, in which Akame was witness to Aedre's naked form. It was a consensual game, so the woman never gave a second thought to the events. Akame also happens to be the first person to put forward a hand of "friendship" to Aedre; one that she accepted, albeit hesitations. Currently, she blames it on a slip of her naive side, but doesn't give it much thought since she never met the blonde woman again.

    hakora rhapsodos
    "The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?"

    A temporary recruit of Savage Skull, Hakora was oddly placed under Aedre's wing by Harrigan. Being who she was, she decided to test the capability of the young man by summoning him to the Serene Cliffs and asking him to fetch a letter for her from the depths of the sea. Having impressively passed the test, Aedre walked away- sure of the man's prowess. She never heard about him after that event though, and has no details about his current whereabouts. Just like so many others.

    LAIKA OF GS!


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    An Hourglass Glued To The Table | Plotter & History | ObrztW

    Felicity
    Felicity

    Administrator- Moderator- Developer/GFX Artist- VIP- Gain An Artifact- Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- God Slayer- Dragon Slayer- Dark Guild Ace- S-Rank- A-Rank- Veteran Level 2- Veteran Level 1- Character History!- Magic Application Approved!- Obtain A Secondary Magic!- Get A Pet!- Character Application Approved!- Complete Your First Job!- Obtain A Lineage!- Join A Faction!- Grand Master [2000]- Master [1000]- Senior [500]- Novice [250]- Advertisement Achievement Badge- 1 Year Anniversary- Player 
    Lineage : Evil Angel
    Position : None
    Posts : 2984
    Guild : Savage Skull
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Age : 25
    Experience : 75987.5

    Character Sheet
    First Skill: Toxic Scourge
    Second Skill:
    Third Skill:

    Information Re: An Hourglass Glued To The Table | Plotter & History |

    Post by Felicity 12th June 2015, 6:22 am

    - HISTORY (WIP) -

    Lyric credits in the template : Breathe (2 a.m.) by Anna Nalick; performed by Chyler Leigh.
    Audio credit : Keep The Streets Empty For Me by Fever Ray.

    An Hourglass Glued To The Table | Plotter & History | KYj3yXR

    can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
    » It took Elysia Aronwen a long time and most of the world to learn what she knew about love and fate and the choices people make, but the heart of it came to her in an instant, while she was chained to a wall and being tortured. She realized, somehow, through the screaming in her mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, she was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing her, or to forgive them. It didn't sound like much, she knew. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when it was all she had, that freedom was a universe of possibility. And the choice she made, between hating and forgiving, became the story of her life--- and her torturer's as well. It was the society, refusing to accept her, her love, her choice, her daughter.... It felt downright ghastly, to be held at the end of the sword and told that you're at wrong; when in the depths of your heart, you know you're not- or more like, you question the society about what defines right and wrong and are never met with a sating answer. They hated her, everything she stood for and everything she loved; so they punished - relentlessly, mercilessly. "They'll pay." Those were her vengeful, parting words, as her last, shuddering intake of breath conveyed the message to her abusers - Elysia Aronwen was no more.

    "Serves her right."

    winter just wasn't my season
    » The ideal choice; as most women called it, should've been the handsome devil of a man. The clue to everything a woman should love and fear in him was there, right from the start, in the ironic smile that primed and swelled the archery of his full lips. There was pride in that smile, and confidence in the set of his fine nose. Without understanding why, she knew beyond question that a lot of people would mistake his pride for arrogance, and confuse his confidence with impassivity. Elysia didn’t make that mistake. Her eyes were lost, swimming, floating free in the shimmering lagoon of his steady, even stare. His eyes were large and spectacularly green. It was the green that trees are, in vivid dreams. It was the green that the sea would be, if the sea were perfect. "Irvin." He'd introduced himself, and when her curiosity about him was threatening to burst forth from the seams; she'd looked up that beautiful name's meaning - green sea. "How fitting." A flush of red colored her cheeks in that instant; given company by a skipped heartbeat.

    And before Miss Aronwen could process and compress it all in the confines of her ityy-bitty mind; she was dating the frickin' gorgeousness.

    Then there was him, or it as she referred to him the first time she ran away at his sight... and many times later as well. But, in one way or the other, she'd fall across his tracks again, to the point Elysia wondered aloud, "Is it following me? How scary." It certainly was, for who didn't shudder when a behemoth of a dragon, with the deepest-black skin she'd ever seen gave her a surprise sighting once in a while. It was the period when Dragons weren't a rare scene, but they were feared nonetheless. The villagers who lived in the territory of a Dragon avoided the beast and in turn, they did the same. Encounters were few and small. Elysia, however, was on the wrong stretch of a path - most certainly.

    It was a frigid night, the air being thicker and heavier than ever - as frazil silver snow rested on every visible stretch of land, like icing on cake. It was utterly beautiful, made the young woman's heart flutter madly; but when an hour later, she was lost in the white wilderness - nature seemed like a bitch. Breath hitched in her throat, she screamed internally, seeing the starkly black beast against the contrast of pallid. Dilated pupils that apparently stared through him - and a second later, she fell into a state of shocked slumber - unconsciousness, they called it.

    Before her eyes opened, a smile unfurled her expression instead. Warmth nestled her entire body, and it wasn't uncomfortably hot, just perfect warmth. Whatever covered her wasn't furry like her blankets back at home, but a scaly-smooth. Somewhat like a liquid sheet of cover. And the moment her vision gave way to light, Elysia was faced with a peering, scaly-black face, a set of sturdy jaw that held teeth sharp enough to crack her bones with a paltry bite and slits for eyes - holding gems of grey.

    "I mean no harm." The baritone voice that met her ears was laced with genuine sincerity, and if any person heard it and was convinced otherwise, they must have hit their head with a pole. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. And if it was even possible, she skipped a beat for that voice; for who knew Dragons had such wonderful voices. A slow nod in its direction, a sign of acceptance, albeit holding fear as well. In the next hour or so, Elysia was privy to the Dragon named Vezoth's nature. His face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but, most of all,  there was an excitement in his voice that she knew people would find difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered listen, a promise that he had experienced happy, exciting things just a while since and that there were happy, exciting things hovering in the next hour.

    She had always been a naive and free soul, so Elysia could never grasp time flowing past, that one morning turned into several evenings of Vezoth's company. And with each meeting, she was drawn closer to him - to the warmth in his heart. Time that she could spend with Irvin was gifted to the dark Dragon, so when the emerald-gazed male started questioning her loyalty to him, she left him alone; drifted to the Dragon's company - thankful to her naivety. And before she knew it, she was a googly-eyed prisoner of what they called; love.

    "I hope it'll be alright."

    yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
    » She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She was slender, with black, shoulder-length hair, and pale skin. Although she wasn’t tall, her square shoulders and straight-backed posture, with both feet planted firmly apart, gave her a quietly determined physical presence. She was wearing silk pants, bound tightly at the ankles, black low-heeled shoes, a loose cotton shirt, and a large, long silk shawl. She wore the shawl in front, with the double-mane of the liquid fabric twirling and fluttering with the wind. All her clothes were in different shades of blue. And somehow, Vezoth found himself in a deep pool of fascination. He had to find more about her.

    When she dropped insensate in front of his eyes, Vezoth had a shiver run down his spine. He'd followed her whereabouts every now and then, but she'd pick a path and set herself scraming on it. But this time, she'd fallen; maybe the proximity was too much for her to take. He'd cared for her an entire day, hoping she'd wake and when she did - only then did he break into calm breathing. When he got to know her, fascination morphed into a kindle of liking. And he did— he liked everything about her. He liked the Helvetian music of her Swiss-American English, and the way she pushed her hair back slowly with a thumb and forefinger when she was irritated by something. He liked the hard-edged cleverness of her conversation, and the easy, gentle way she touched the people she liked when she walked past them or sat beside them. He liked the way she held his eyes until the precise moment when it stopped being comfortable, and then smiled, softening the assail, but never looked away.

    Elysia looked the world in the eye and stared it down, and he liked that about her because he didn’t love the world then. The world wanted to kill him or catch him. The world wanted to put him in some damned cage he’d been trying to escape from, where the good guys, the guys in regal uniforms who got paid to do the right thing, would chain him to a wall and parade him until they broke the bones of his soul. And maybe the world was right to want that. Maybe it was no worse than he deserved. But repression, they say, breeds resistance in some minds, and he was resisting the world with every minute of his life.

    "The world and I are not on speaking terms." Elysia said to him once in those early months; after she broke the news of a baby. "The world keeps trying to win me back." she said, "But it doesn’t work. I guess I’m just not the forgiving type." And Vezoth saw that in her, too, right from the start. He knew from the first minute how much like him she was. He knew the determination in her that was almost brutal, and the courage that was almost cruel, and the lonely, angry longing to be loved. The Dragon knew all that, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t tell her how much he cared for her. He was numb, in those first years after meeting her and listening to the tale of her parents' disapproval of the child: shell-shocked by the disasters that warred in his life. Somewhere in there, he knew he'd wrecked the life of the woman he loved, too. His heart moved through deep and silent water. No-one, and nothing, could really hurt him. No-one, and nothing, could make him very happy. He was tough, which is probably the saddest thing you can say about a person.

    "Nothing's alright, nothing will be alright."

    like they have any right at all to criticize,
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    hypocrites. you're all here for the very same reason.
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    'cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
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    and life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
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    "just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist.
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    here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
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    but, my god, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
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    wanna hold him. maybe I'll just sing about it.
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    no one can find the rewind button
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