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 Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2016 8:06 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2016 9:45 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 9:43 pm
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 Name: Chrysanthe
Nickname:Chryssa; Chrys, and even Golden Lily
Stage: Apprentice
Race: Water/Wind
Gender: Girl
3 Base Traits: Spontaneous, Rough, Stubborn, Loving
Personality:
Chryssa was one of those very eager children, who would always be the first to act on a random idea. Yet her spontaneity makes her very lovable as often it reflects a happier, lighter personality. At the same time it can wear some down when they aren't prepared to go and race across Sauti....for herself as well there are some situations that perhaps she should have mulled over more before jumping straight into them. ((As a youngling it wouldn't have been the first time she thought swimming in her fine clothes were a great idea or that teaching Mr.Teddy how to fight against a herd of Sailscales - honestly she just thought it would be fun if he could tame one and ride it around Sauti!))
While her mother hoped that this was a passing phase the present still shows that as an apprentice the spontaneity of her personality remains - if not a bit more dangerous since she's the one stepping up to a challenge rather than her older siblings or toys. If it's an idea she likes then she'll jump on it since she goes more with emotional decisions than intellectual ones. Some of which may lead to more disastrous results.
Even so she'll bounce right back. Stubborn as she is, Chryssa would rather just push away such a disaster and try again later. Her determination is key when accomplishing a task while at the same time it could run her ragged because she refuses to let things go so easily. Her determination as well to do what she wants and not abide by her mother's limitations also presents a rougher edge to this tomboy. Rather than being a dainty girl, Chryssa prefers to rough and tumble with all of the boys. She is always eager to prove herself, especially to her family.
Description: Known as a golden child, Chryssa is just that. The girl seems to glow with a golden gaze and golden waves of hair. Even her skin which is wind colored seems golden when the sunlight hits her tanned arms just right. The spots and two-tone from her Matori heritage only help with that fact. Other than that the girl is rather petite with sharp features.
Outfit: Usually something feminine though often she'll ruin it with mud or tears.
She does however have a necklace that is a remnant from her blood father -[x]
Accessories: Usually some flowers will be in her hair while it is braided nicely. Other than that she often ties it to the side with a ribbon.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 9:44 pm
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History:
Connected to Moose's Harrgit [x] (She is his younger half sister.)
Anora and Delwyn Farys were a match made by the Gods themselves.
The pair had been close as friends in the settlement of Tind, and through the years a romantic relationship was formed. Anora, who had always been an opinionated sort, told Delwyn from the start that if he wanted to marry her he had better give her a daughter. What man wouldn't make that kind of promise to wed the woman of his dreams? It seemed a small price to pay, since he already planned on a big family with Anora. Surely somewhere along the line a girl would come into the mix.
-From Hargritt’s Bio
Even though her first few pregnancies resulted in sons Anora had remained calm. She truly loved her growing family after all and her husband was the light of her world. She kept praying that the next would result in a daughter as that was her dearest wish. After all had she not married the man based on this promise of a girl?
Yet after the fifth son Anora began to lose hope. Such a loss resulted in the fight between husband and wife and for a while between the two things became tense. However, as a few months passed Anora seemed to rethink the situation as she did truly love her husband. Things seemed to come to terms and life moved on…
More pregnancies would arise resulting in yet more sons. However, some of these sons seemed to have neither trait from the parents. Anora would claim that it was due to their grandparents traits being passed down through them. One son would look more like her great uncle even who had passed away while others had traits from here and there. Truthfully Anora had just lost track of which son came from which father as she had begun sleeping around in secret. If her darling couldn’t give her a daughter then she would sleep with other Sauti men, many who looked similar to either her family or her husband’s in hopes of keeping her trysts a secret, but yet even they could not give her a daughter.
Eventually her desperation allowed the appearance of a Matori Merchant to sway her heart. His handsome looks along with a silver-tongue convinced Anora, who like most in Sauti knew little of the strange Matori race that had recently appeared, that Matori men only gave birth to hybrid daughters. His own family as well were full of women while he was the only son – another factor that allowed him to push her into agreeing to have an affair with him. Despite the risk of having hybrid children to give away her adultery Anora’s desperation and desire drove her to bend to the Matori’s will. And while perhaps the Matori didn’t mean to really give her daughters, but his ‘spring fling’ did leave Anora with a growing belly. Eventually she did give birth and to her utter disappointment the woman found herself holding a boy baby. However, one turned to two and Anora finally found herself holding his twin - a baby girl! Finally after years of trying the woman had a precious daughter...
To her dismay her son, Hargritt, had discovered her with the Matorian during the affair but she had quickly spun a tale that it was for a potion – a magical potion that would allow her husband to give her daughters should she first sleep with the Matori. Later, though it would be revealed that her twins were obviously hybrids with their strange appearances.
Anora would stand up to her husband then. He hadn’t kept his promise and so to save their marriage she had taken things into her own hands. And here they were – two gorgeous daughters. How could he ignore them? Delwyn’s heart was broken that day. He had spent years denying any hint that his wife had cheated on him, but he couldn’t ignore the obvious traits of the twins. A Matori was obviously their father, but yet he would take up the role. Despite criticisms from family and neighbors the Sauti man refused to deny his wife of so many years her place in his family.
That is not to say that his spirit was not daunted by the twins. Living proof as they were of his wife’s treachery Delwyn’s heart was always one of gold and he could not fault them for how they were born. In fact, he took them as his own and raised them with the brothers. In public none could comment on the wife’s affair or the obvious hybrid appearance of the twins and eventually hushed whispers would settle. At least that was his hope that soon enough years would wash away the gossip and allow them to live their lives freely. If not then the shadow of a thought did cross his mind that one day they may return to Matori and find the male who had fathered them….yet as time passed and his love for the twins grew the male refused to think of such things again. Losing them also meant he would lose Anora, someone that despite her betrayal he would always love.
And just perhaps he did blame himself a bit….if only he had kept the promise of a daughter then his wife would have never been forced to such actions.
Such firm love could only silence those in public while he was nearby. It didn’t stop other children from mocking the twins about their strange appearances. Even some of their brothers were cold and distant to them.
And as she grows Chryssa will have to fight a few times - especially against those who she feels judges her for her mixed heritage. A burning shame may be there that makes her a bit gruff around the edges, but also her desire to prove herself comes from this obvious mixed heritage. She especially wants to prove herself to her brothers and carve her own place in the family. Her father is her father and she would punch any that say otherwise!
In this world, Chryssa can only hope for the best. After all hope and love is the only thing that keeps her heart light in this world of dancing shadows and lies…as she grows she’s no fool. She’ll hear the gossip and rumors that spread around about her and her twin. The dismay of her mother’s family especially at Anora’s actions of not just sleeping around, but also to sleep with a Matori. They could even be children of a slave! Who knows? Though one thing Chryssa would love to change is her own gender. Why couldn't she have been born the boy?
Eventually the reappearance of Hargritt will inspire her as she will be drawn to her older brother and like Tivis cling to him – less clinging as she grows and more of a comrade ship of fellow archers. He will be the one brother that she truly wishes to make proud.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2016 9:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 7:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 7:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2017 7:33 pm
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 Prentice Growth Form
Character Name:Chrysanthe
Class Promotion: [Hunter (archer)]
Current Location: Sauti
Journal:
RP Growth Point Links: 35/35
[Solo 1 - Coming to Belrea] - 5 pnts
[Meeting Torva] - 10 Pnts
[WE - the painted egg] - 5 pnts
[Errands Solo] - 5 pnts
[Rp with Ephrym] - 5 pnts
SVP
EXP Growth Point Links: 5/5
[Battle 1 vs Torva]
[Battle 2 vs Torva]
[Beast Battle - 1 pnt]
Class Quest Solo: [X]
Items:
Change of Clothes x 2, Piercing Kit, Metal Bands x 2, Fetishes x 3, Belt, Shoes
- Basically anything Belrean styled. Colors of brown, tan, roses, etc work well with her. CC on actual design! *Just keep the necklace/choker from last stage.[Ex 1], [Ex2], and [Ex3]
Definitely keep her hair the same style / colors as before!
Keen Crossbow + Dyes + Etching Nails (For brown base + rose / golden designs - can be similar to what it currently is. CC)
Body Type:
Preferred Artists: Any artist
Livestreaming: Sure. ^^ |
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2017 8:55 am
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➹ Apprentice Solo 1: Leaving Home ➴
She had done it. Chrysanthe had left her home in Sauti to go roam the world. The girl smiled as she swung her feet in the air from the back of an open caravan wagon. So this was what freedom felt like. She didn’t have to worry about anyone in the area pointing at her as a freak in her family, as proof of her mother’s affair with a Matori man. Out here while she was a hybrid at least she was one without claim to any personal histories or family judgement. The girl smiled as she laid back and stared up at the sky. Maybe if I’m lucky I can spread my arms one day and just learn magic so I can fly away forever. For now she wasn’t’ even certain how long she could stay away from home – she had just taken advantage of the open market and the arrival of the strangers to flee with a nearby caravan.
Perhaps she was a bit of a brat, but truly she wasn’t even bothered by if her mother was worried or not. She had simply sent a note home saying she was alive and not to expect her to come back for a while. Chrysanthe pursed her lips at the memory, “She can’t tie me down forever.” Always latching onto her, babying her, spoiling her to death while her brothers worked so hard…all for what? To have a precious daughter? Was it truly worth risking your marriage and your family’s stability to go with some b*****d who had taunted you with promises of a baby girl?
Whoever that guy is I’m going to find him and see that he can’t make anymore siblings for me. She thought with a frown. It was crazy thinking how forever she had been raised so lovingly and had been innocent of her true nature. Chrysanthe had always ignored the looks thinking it was just jealousy of how pretty she had turned out. She was like her family, right? She just had those strange ears…but maybe she was special? Her youngling days had been spent flaunting herself over her brothers who had lame normal ears and didn’t have her golden eyes. The golden baby of her family…yeah right.
Chrysanthe scoffed before sitting back up in frustration. If only she had realized what her mixed heritage truly meant! Learning that her father wasn’t truly her father had broken her heart and then to piece together that her mother had slept with some stranger? Just for her to be born? It broke Chrysanthe’s heart. Though at the same time she was pretty damn frustrated by it – why did her existence have to mean so much divide in her family? At least her father was a saint and hadn’t tossed her mother away.
“A perk of true love.” Chrysanthe shook her head as she leaned back against the wagon rails, “I’ll pass.” This was why she didn’t want to get involved with anyone. You never knew who to trust or what would happen just a few years down the road. It was why she crinkled her nose and sneered at those couples who were so openly in love. Like the boy and girl who followed behind the caravan with their fingers intertwined. She was certain that they would use their ‘walk’ to take stops along the road in whatever nice bush they could find. The thought made Chrysanthe shake her head once more, “No thank you.”
Perhaps that was something she inherited from her mystery blood father. He seemed to be the type to fling and leave. No emotions attached, just pure pleasure and trickery. Chrysanthe closed her eyes against the thought. When she found him would that prove to be true? If she could even find him? Sighing, the girl leaned her head back so that she could stare at the sky some more. She still had a way ahead of her until they hit Matori after all so it was best to relax and save her energy.
I suppose I can just settle for counting clouds while we go…
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 5:46 pm
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➹ Apprentice Solo 2: Crossbow ➴
“Ooooh. Look at how cool!” A little girl was bobbing up and down with the crowd as arrows whizzed past. As they flew through the air there was a lot of excitement that kept bubbling up as the arrows landed perfectly in the red circle of the mark. Cheers and applause would burst out and several younger ones cheered as well. Behind them stood the silhouette of a hybrid apprentice who had a bow in hand as well. Well rather less a bow, but more a crossbow. Even though once before Chrysanthe had utilized a bow like her brothers before her the woman had chosen to pick up the more advanced weapon.
It was easier to use while on the run after all.
Chrysanthe stared down at the piece in her hands. Was this truly what she wished to rely upon? “I suppose…” She wanted to sneer at it, toss it away because it was something that reminded her of her family. Yet, she couldn’t. Every time the hybrid attempted to leave the cursed thing behind she found herself twisting on her heel and returning to it. It was silly to be so attached to the memory of archery and of her brother who had shot arrows like golden stars through the night sky, yet here she was. Instead of trying to sell the damn thing like planned she had held onto it and watched an entire archery competition with the crowd. Frustration made the girl’s cheeks flush as she circled around again thoughtfully. Maybe she could sell it to that man...nah, he wouldn’t take care of the bow. Or that woman...no she was far too weak looking. Once again Chrysanthe found herself at a loss until a voice broke her out of her thoughts.
“Are you going to be shootin’ soon, girl?” An elderly man hobbled up to her with a small grin across his wizened features, “You seem antsy and have your weapon in hand after all. You should go shoot.”
“Me?” Chrys shook her head, “I probably shouldn’t...I don’t know if I can do anything like what those archers just did.”
“Then why were you starin’ so intently like you seen that before?” The old man frowned at her before shrugging, “Either way the crowd is movin’ along so I guess no point in showin’ off now.” Strangely enough he did stop after a few steps to grin at her teasingly, “Though at the same time that means the target is open to aim for with no one around to judge you.” That stated the old man waved before hobbling away on his cane after the moving crowd.
Chrysanthe could only roll her eyes. What a nosey old man. And he assumed too much! Who said she wanted to shoot anymore arrows or bolts? Totally not her style….right? Still, Chrysanthe glanced down at the weapon in her hands. She had come here to try and barter the thing off to those in the crowd or even to one of the contestants. Instead she had watched the whole show and let the victor lead away the crowds for drinks and celebration. Once again she had lost her chance. Even the old man was gone now and the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon.
In the dusk the woman found herself sighing heavily, “I suppose...I just can’t throw it away.” Then she may as well use it, right? Pursing her lips into a frown Chrysanthe pulled the thing up so that she could aim with it. Then from a satchel at her side the girl pulled a bolt and loaded it. With ease Chrysanthe raised both the crossbow and the bolt inside so that she could point it towards the red dot. But then after a pause she lowered her arm and began to walk away. Further than the best archer had been and towards where the crowd had been instead. Then at the last second the hybrid twisted on her heel and just raised the crossbow and let the target have it. With a thud that echoed through the alleyway the bolt embedded itself into the red paint. Lowering her arm Chrys could only shake her head, “I suppose...I’m not so awful.”
It made her eyes burn as she fired a few more shots off. Even if she wanted to tell herself that she wanted to be nothing like her family the girl couldn’t deny the skills that she did have with the bow. Perhaps one day she could go home and maybe show a certain brother that she could aim just like the best of them. It just meant that she had to accept the crossbow as her own weapon and realize that one day she would become a sniper. Surely it wouldn’t kill me to use the weapon properly… It wasn’t like she was fit to dance, to sing, to become a mage, or a swordsman...none of those appealed to her at all. And she liked the idea of being able to attack with speed or to slam the heavy crossbow into someone’s arm. A bit destructive….just how she liked it.
Tucking her crossbow back onto its strap the hybrid began to walk through the market again. She could head into the inn for the night and start her travels again tomorrow. But this time she would be holding onto the crossbow and not trying to sell it.
(wc 913) |
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 5:26 pm
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➹ Growth to Stage 2 ➴
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With the realization that Chrysanthe may never find her blood father the girl begins to head home. However, along the way she begins to reflect upon her life and how she knows really nothing about the world or how to take care of herself. So many years of being babied and sheltered by her mother makes Chrysanthe feel worthless and frustrated at her own struggles with simple chores. With that realization she knows that while she loves her family it is simply not time for her to go home. Her journey to find her father truly becomes a journey to find herself instead. With that decided the hybrid turns away from going home to instead focus on traveling more, growing in her abilities, and figuring out who she really is - and what she wishes to do with her life. To do that she even puts her mind to finding work until she is stable enough to go across the seas to Belrea.
“He just isn’t here girl.”
“Dun know of any merchant that you didn’t see today.”
“Someone...with a wind? Hah! We barely just got away from Oba.”
“I’ll be your father if the pay is good, that work for you?”
Chrysanthe sighed as she walked back from the market. For the past four months she had been roaming through the major cities of the area searching for her father. Searching like a fool that was. How was she supposed to locate some man who hadn’t even left her mother with a name? And her mother, stubborn fool that she was, refused to give any detail about the man whose blood ran through Chrysanthe’s veins. Your Sautian father is your father and that should be sufficient enough.
The hybrid let out a puff of air and blew her bangs away from her face in frustration. How the seven hells was she supposed to calmly accept any of that? Her whole life she had been ridiculed by the villagers for looking different while her ‘father’ had lost a lot of faith in his wife because of Chrysanthe’s existence. Meanwhile her mother had smothered her at her side because Chrysanthe was her only daughter, the precious baby that had finally come after so many affairs and sons. Either way her mother had her way. Chrysanthe had no hopes of finding her father, not unless he wished to be found. And it had been years so she doubted that the man had any intentions of looking for his b*****d daughter - if he even realized that his mischievous ways had resulted in a child all those years ago!
“Just go home girl.” The words from one merchant in particular rang through her mind. Should she just give up and go home? It was obvious that she wasn’t about to find her father….if she was even looking for him anymore. As Chrysanthe had continued her travels the girl had began to veer back towards Sauti. News of the Belrean ships had obviously gained attention and CHrysanthe wasn’t immune to the allure of a new continent. But at the same time she coudln’t lie to herself...her father obviously wouldn’t be overseas.
Then surely it was time to give up and just go home. Her pockets were growing lighter by the day as her saved coin slowly diminished in the care of taverns and inns along the way. Traveling after all was not a cheap affair. In fact it was rather draining. The lack of money had actually kept her from taking the blimp in the first place as she had bought supplies and then second guessed her ability to fund the entire journey.
What would happen if she arrived and then couldn't support herself or afford to find a way back to Tendaji?
That sudden fear had startled her to wandering back towards Matori for another try at finding her father, all to no avail. Even now as she walked back away from the market the girl found herself hanging her head. For days she had gone on with stubborn pride, but now? She was feeling drained and alone. It made her tempted to crawl back to her mother in Sauti. Her mother would take care of her and forgive her surely for leaving home….at least she seemed to love her hybrid daughter. Unlike the mysterious father who probably was hiding from any possibility that he had a child floating out and about.
It was simply easier to go home. Her mother could forgive her and then she could just rest easy knowing that her family was there for her. They would take care of things and she could just ignore any stares from villagers. And she was tapped out...and as much as she didn’t want to admit to it the girl was actually in a way missing her family. It wasn’t like they had been awful to her after all. Did this mean her rebellious stage was over? She had gone out, found nothing about her father, and now was turning home? I suppose….that’s that then.
So she slipped away from the inn in the middle of the night and hitchhiked with traveling caravans. But even that she couldn’t do freely and Chrysanthe found herself taking up work to earn her passage. Learning to work was strange, but it was convenient that she could help women take care of children or learn how to do some chores for the merchants as they moved. It paid for her to have a roof -err, wagon- above her head at night and kept her from completely starving. Chrysanthe even began to learn how to truly use her crossbow to hunt and from her spoils meals were made. A fowl could be traded with a family for some side dishes as the wife would help to cook and prepare the bird while teaching Chrysanthe at the same time.
For a couple of weeks the girl traveled like that with relative ease. But the more she interacted with others the more she realized that she truly didn’t know too much about the outside world or even typical chores for that matter. In those few weeks she had already picked up on more skills than her mother had ever allowed her near. Her fingers became calloused, her wrists and back sore from moving and carrying things, and even her hands received some cuts as she learned how to chop up vegetables and meat for stews.
“Have I always been this bad at things?” Chrysanthe pursed her lips in a frown as she struggled with peeling some root vegetables, “Amazing.” But then once more Milisa would come and help her out before going to take care of something for her husband. For that Chrysanthe was grateful. If she had been travelling with a family that wasn’t as kind then surely she would have been kicked away for her incompetence. Just that thought alone made the hybrid flustered. Was she truly so useless? That feeling would linger as they traveled and even as she said her goodbyes to the family the girl found it haunting her. Was she going to go home like this...while feeling so uncertain of her own abilities and worth?
Not like she had much choice. Her home would be just a few hours walk from this town and to turn her back now when she was so close to her family seemed like such a stupid idea. But what am I going to do? Just stay around and let my mother control everything again and keep me from learning about the world? In frustration Chrysanthe kicked at a stray stone before turning on her heel. Was she really going to go back to that before she even had a chance to truly live? If she didn’t want to do anything with her life then it seemed like it was time to go home. She would just put her tail between her legs and come home to apologize….then what? The sudden thought had the hybrid stopping in her tracks. Even if life was easier what was the point? She didn’t want to go home. She didn’t want to feel trapped any longer. Yet how was she supposed to do anything without them? I’ve been on my own for months now surely I can figure things out…
She had already picked up some work with the merchant family and had learned a lot for the last week of hard work. So why stop now? Even if it was easier was it fulfilling to go home and stay with her family? No, no it isn’t. Perhaps it wasn’t her father she had been searching for this whole time...instead she was searching for herself. By finding him she had hoped to attain some sort of freedom, but who needed him? She could find her own path by herself without anyone to hold her hand. Chrysanthe grinned at the thought. I will find my own path, my own way. Sorry mother, but you’ll have to wait a bit longer before I come home.
Perhaps she would go to Belrea after all. It may take a lot of work to save up the money and find a way over the ocean, but she could do it. And maybe there she could find out who she truly was. She was tired of being the family’s ‘baby’ when she had so much more potential for life. She just had to take the risk and suffer a few falls, but she would pick herself up and keep on going. That much Chrysanthe was determined to do.
(1459)
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2018 7:12 pm
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➹ Stage 2 - Solo 1: Belrea ➴
Belrea. A land of many opportunities.
It was intriguing to see what the rumored land across the great ocean offered for those from Tendaji and Chrysanthe had to admit that she was not disappointed. The technology here (technology - what a strange word right? At least in comparison to what she used to believe ‘technology’ once meant) was beyond the magic she had known in her more nomadic life in Sauti and it was even more complex than any of the crafted waterways sustaining the Oban cities. Actually the waterways, the canals that drifted under the stone archways and elegant bridges of the city, they were somewhat similar to Oban ones she had witnessed before and yet different. The curvature of the arches, the way they connected, the hot baths that could be easily poured through these piping contraptions all of them were new to her.
There was still magic in the streets, fortune tellers sought to tell the golden hybrid of her wonderful life ahead while magicians roamed the streets to entertain others for a spare coin, and then there were those like Torva who actually used magic to power their weapons. Guns they called them, guns could shoot fire or ice or water or whatever the mage wanted. It was just compressed in comparison to the spells that instantly swarmed flames about you. Not to say that the gun magic wasn’t flashy, but it was somewhat startling to see nothing more than a blur pass your face before an explosion lit up the street a few yards away. Chrys fingered one of the bolts hanging at her side at the thought, a small contemplative expression crossing her features before she tugged her holder back into place on her shoulders and trudged along.
She had come to Belrea to run away from home. Belrea she had believed would keep her mother far away and she wouldn’t have to worry about any of her brothers tracking her down here. Out here Chrys could breathe and truly be herself. She could be as tomboyish as she liked, she could fight, could eat sweets, could just be herself without any worry over hybrid prejudice or the bitterness of her past. She hadn’t been able to find her father and had already given up on any connections with him. If anything her Sautian father was her blood father in her eyes and she would spit at any Matori who dared to try and claim her as his own.
The realization that she was not her father’s daughter was still a bittersweet memory. It had proven that she was indeed different from her many brothers, something that she had once celebrated because she adored being different when she was younger. When one had so many siblings why wouldn’t they wish to stand apart? However, the implications of her half-blood hadn’t truly taken hold of her until the later years of her childhood. When the whispers surrounded her and her mother’s actions truly caught up the girl had been horrified, disgusted by her very presence. Not her mother’s presence, but Chrys was honestly disgusted by her own existence in this world. Her mother had cheated on her wonderful father, that man who had always doted on her, to bare a daughter? How many of her brothers actually belonged to the man? Surely her mother could hide everything when sleeping with another Sautian but what had possessed her to sleep with a Matori?
He had told me that a potion would give me a daughter…
Would having a daughter really be worth breaking the trust of the man who had devoted his life and heart to you?!
She had shattered a vase that day by throwing it with all of her might against the ground. When it shattered so did Chrysanthe’s heart, all the jagged shimmering pieces scattering across the ground as a reflection of how her own mind and spirit had dissolved that day. No more did she enjoy sticking out, no more would she taunt her brothers, no more would she hide behind her mother who spoiled her. From that moment forward Chrys had craved a way out. Admittedly some days the way out was a bit darker in origins as she contemplated many things, some which did not result in her growing older to meet the future. But then when she heard of the open market and ventured away from home to explore it the girl had been inspired.
At first she had been seething mad because of that Zenan b*****d who held no regards for anyone not of his own race, especially hybrids, but after she had let his sorry existence fade away the girl had found interest in the Belreans. When a gaein had come forward to mingle in the crowds she had waved down Chrysanthe to speak with her. Yet the words that came were not judgmental for she did not know of Chrysanthe’s origins nor did she seem bothered by any with mixed blood and that realization made the girl ponder what life in Belrea would be like. Would others really know to judge her if they didn’t even know what a hybrid looked like? She could claim any race and since Tendaji was a new world to Belrea none would be the wiser!
So she had sought tickets on this ship so that she could indeed move forward with her life. Her no good blood father was gone to the winds, never did she ever think to find him after her first failed attempts in Matori, and nor would she go back to Sauti. That family was a bittersweet thing for her and she was determined that the woman so willing to sacrifice everything for a daughter would be punished by losing said daughter. Chrys had never asked to be brought into this world in such a manner and she refused to abide by that woman’s wishes. She wanted to fade away, to leave so that there would be less of a reminder about her mother’s transgressions. It was a second chance for her parents to reconnect and to rekindle what they once had if possible. At least that was how Chrys viewed it and that was why she continued pressing forward despite the risks. A strange ship, a strange people, and their new lands….she had jumped straight into the mystery without any regard for her own life.
And so far the risk had been far worth the reward. Belrea was like a dream for Chrys and the longer she stayed the more she fell in love with it. Hybrid or not she was quickly learning that people were judged by their merits to society, by their family roots more than their appearances. Certainly there was some sort of division between the Lightning race and the Gaeins but Chrysanthe saw nothing that stopped them from loving each other freely and raising wonderful children of mixed nature. Even though she didn’t live their lives to know how complete they were or to see if they were perfect she was content to allow herself to dream. As a stranger she was content with the way she was treated and it was preferred to be treated with a polite distance rather than the cold disdain of some bigot.
Ah, speaking of politeness. Chrys smiled at the waitress as she delivered a plate with a slice of wheat cake topped with wild berries and cream, “Thank you.” The hybrid girl slowly raised one of those delicate silver forks that were so popular in the cafes and with ease she picked at the cake. If it wasn’t for all the walking she did on a daily basis while running errands for all the town shops the girl would probably have gained more than just a few pounds living overseas. The food here was rich and the elegantly decorated sweets were even more delectable than most. This cafe, Tyra’s Delights, was one of Chrysanthe’s favorite places to relax and she often found herself delivering messages and the like for the owner. The interior was a light cream color decorated with flowers ordered weekly from the florist down the street and the large windows with their velvet curtains allowed the most scenic views of the canal and the morning sunrise.
When Chrys had first sat here for an early breakfast she had been enraptured by the image of the shimmering sunlight on the waters. Everything had been bathed in amber light, the crystal waters a rippling gold while the skies were vibrant with pink tinged with golds and blues. The image had brought tears to her eyes and as she sat here at this very table those few weeks ago the girl had realized that that sunrise was indeed a image of new beginnings. Belrea would be her new beginning and while at first she had thought of it as a hideaway the girl was becoming more and more interested in the future path it held for her.
Would this place only be temporary or would something more permanent come from it?
That was the question that Chrys figured only time would tell. The thought brought a small smile to her rose tinted lips as she slowly raised a forkful of berries to her mouth. Time was definitely something she had here, she just had to continue providing for herself by working around town and travelling from one spot to another whenever necessary.
[1580]
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2018 7:13 pm
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➹ Stage 2 - Solo 2: Errands ➴
“Do you enjoy walking so much?”
Blinking Chrys looked away from the sealed letters she had been clutching her in hands and stared towards the corner where a busty woman was staring her down, “Excuse me?” She found herself asking after blinking a few times. She had nearly not recognized the Gaein woman but after a second look Chrys realized that she was the one who often helped to bake the breads during the earlier hours of the morning. For a moment Chrys had been confused due to the fact that she was accustomed to seeing the Gaein woman with her green curls worn in a tight bun and not loosely about her shoulders and there usually was some flour scattered across her clothing and body. To see her cleaned up and not dressed in an apron was...different. Flushing lightly as she realized that she was staring Chrys cleared her throat again, “I mean I suppose I enjoy walking, but why do you ask?”
“You’re always walking back and forth with deliveries and the like.” The woman shrugged before seemingly debating a moment and then moving closer to Chrys, “If you liked making deliveries so much or was in need of coin I had a request for you.” She finally stated after a moment, “If you’re interested.”
“Depends I suppose.” Chyrs replied quietly, “It won’t be something to get me in trouble, right? I rather enjoy this particular cafe.” While she did errands throughout town for coin and food the girl did enjoy the sweets here the most. They always held something warm to them, obviously more than just being fresh from the oven, as there was just something home like in them. A hint of love if someone was to be cheesy about it. It was one of the reasons she had lingered here longer than other places.
Not that she would admit to ever being homesick but the girl did like having a place to feel at ease. To have someplace where she didn’t feel pressured or stressed about pleasing others or about how they would judge her….here it seemed relatively calm. She was calm. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts the hybrid glanced towards the woman once more, “So what is it that you have in mind?”
“A delivery of course.” The woman gestured and brought a basket towards the girl, “I have valuables to take to my home outside of the town but it’s so busy here I never get a chance to take them home.”
“What do you live here then?” Quipped Chrysanthe back before a sharp look from the woman made her hold her tongue, “I mean it seems strange that you would ask some nobody to take valuables to your home.”
“More to my mother.” The Gaein smiled, “They’re family heirlooms but I never got to take them back to my family home since I’m so busy in the city. If you had time today I would appreciate it. Just don’t open the box and don’t touch the envelope inside.”
Chrys could only raise a brow before accepting the box. Who would send a stranger to their home, especially to what seemed to be a feeble mother, and with valuables? It definitely was strange but she did need the pay. What was the harm? Shrugging her shoulders the girl waved to the Gaein woman one final time before heading out of the cafe. She would deliver her letters along the way and then take the damn box to the house on the outskirts of the city. What was it like a three hour walk? That shouldn’t be too awful...it was at least early morning so she didn’t have to worry about night time ruining her trek.
And so she walked. She walked to the bookstore, to the butcher, to the pharmacy, and even to the other bakery across town. The park looked nice, the clouds were fair, and the sunlight not too horrible against her back. In fact, she got so distracted by the lovely day and the other deliveries that the temptation of what was in the box was long forgotten. But then once she had finished her lunch the girl found herself staring at the box.
“That’s a really pretty box, ya got there.” A boy leaned over and glanced at Chrys while she lounged on a bench, “It’s got a fancy lock and everything. What’s inside?”
Blinking at the sudden interest from the youngling the hybrid girl simply shrugged her shoulders, “I dunno. I’m delivering it for a friend.”
“Ooooh. But what if it’s something really cool? Shouldn’t you check it out first?” He grinned and reached out a hand, “If you want I’ll open it!”
“Nah.” Chrys caught his hand and gently smacked it aside, “You should probably focus on your own things - looks like some little girl is taking your wagon.” Probably his sister - something which was confirmed when the boy started yelling after the girl who ran away giggling.
Siblings.
The word made her freeze, a reminder of the past she had escaped from. Pursing her lips Chrysanthe shot up from the bench and after making certain everything was in place she began moving forward, “That is definitely something I do not want to reflect on right now.” She had a bit of a walk in store for her and moping about the past, wondering about her family, and getting bitter over missing them was not going to speed up things. In fact, it would only slow her down. Just like how her mother babying her slowed her down and kept her from learning how to take care of herself. That was one of the biggest reasons she fought so hard to do chores and to take on errands for others. She would grow and she would learn responsibilities! No more bratty younger sister, nope!
Taking care of this package would be another step in the right direction. Bracing herself Chrysanthe looked over the horizon and with determination in her steps started her way forward towards the address written on the scrap of paper. Eventually once the sun had started to sink in the sky the girl found herself surrounded by fields of flowers. No more city streets and no more crowds - it was only the quiet whisper of the breeze as it whistled through the grass. It was beautiful and highly reminiscent of a field in Sauti. Tears pricked at her eyes and Chrysanthe had to wipe the amber orbs. She was not doing this, not now.
“Maybe I should look at this instead?” Holding up the box the girl pondered about what was so important about this thing? Did it hold gold, jewels, or family secrets? Frowning she almost reached out to flick the latch but then refrained. If she was going to be responsible then she wouldn’t open the box!
She was almost there anyways so it would be silly to open the thing now. She also was no thief. Shoving the small box and its temptation back into the bag the girl marched forward. Eventually a cabin came into view and excitement sprang life back into her steps. If she dropped this off she could go back to the cafe and then get paid so that she could go find some inn to crash into again! A bed sounded nice...she had actually slept in the park last night again and her back was beginning to ache from it.
Lodging was just so expensive when you wanted to save up money.
Her thoughts trailed off when she found raised a fist to the door, “Hello?” Calling out Chrysanthe waited and waited until finally the door creaked open. To her amazement the person opening the door was the gaein woman from the cafe! “How...how did you?”
“You came! Did you open the box?” Ignoring the question the woman ushered Chrysanthe inside and taking the box she quickly popped it open. Immediately some springs jumped out and with a laugh the woman glanced back towards Chrys, “You didn’t! Nor did you bring anyone to mug my poor mother.” She grinned as she glanced about, “I suppose that means you did pass the test.”
“Wait...what?” Chrysanthe just allowed the woman to lead her to a couch by the fireplace, “You have to be kiddin’ me.”
“Nah. My mother does live here, but she’s a spry thing. Had me when she was young.” The gaein woman reclined in a chair, “My name’s Tyli and that Trivia Cafe belongs to my husband and me. We needed help but I was always stubborn about who to trust so I came up with a plan once you caught our eyes.”
As she continued to explain things Chrys could only shake her head. A bit eccentric, right? At least she had passed and the woman was giving her cake now. But then as the conversation continued it seemed that Chrysanthe also was going to have an apartment above the cafe for as long as she helped out within the shop. No more running about for errands, no more park benches for beds...an actual bed above a shop…..
“Chrysanthe are you listening?”
“Ye-yeah. I mean of course! Thank you!”
How quickly things could change….and thankfully for the better.
[1554]
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2018 7:58 pm
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➹ Stage 2 - Growth ➴
“That couple over there would like a moon tea special~” Chrysanthe nodded as the clerk told her the order and she hastily ran towards the counter to slice the delicate white chocolate cake. A piece of that on the silver platter with the honey drizzled in silver across the white cream with blueberries and sweet blackberries made the main piece while she also poured steaming tea from a Belrean teapot into two dainty china cups. At first it had been daunting to learn all the titles for everything on the menu and then to learn how to serve the cakes and to pour the teas without making a mess was a challenge but Chrysanthe was handling things rather well now. It had been a couple of weeks since she had accepted Tyri’s offer to work in the cafe and Chrysanthe was determined to make the best of it.
Of course she wasn’t exactly thrilled about the outfit that they had wanted her to wear but after time she had grown accustomed to the skirts and the shoes provided to her. She did admittedly play with the buttons on the blouse she wore but it was tolerable. She just preferred to leave the top few buttons undone when there weren’t many customers. After wearing loose clothing for so long she found anything tight around her neck stifling. But she had a room to live in, a soft bed to sleep in, and plenty of food to eat during the day. They even had a small bath attached to the building which was a blessing in itself! Just being able to wash her face in the morning was so refreshing!
Not that she had much time to reflect upon things - the cafe was rather busy today. Bouncing between table after table the girl continued to serve orders left and right until finally the sun was settling and the cafe was empty. As she wiped off the last table Chrysanthe let out a sigh of relief, “Finally.” While other days she could leave early it seemed this end of the weekdays often attracted more and more of the working class of Belrea. So once it was finished she was happy to crash for the night.
However, it seemed that crashing was not in her fortune for this night. Chrysanthe let out a small curse as someone startled her and whipping around the girl held out the cleaning cloth threateningly, “Wh-why did you do that?” She hissed at Tyri who simply chuckled at her reaction.
“What? You don’t like for someone to tickle your ear with their breath?” She grinned before glancing about the cafe, “You did a good job cleaning up again, kiddo.”
“Thanks I guess.” Chrysanthe frowned as she folded the cloth again, “Is there something that you need or?”
“Actually I just wanted to talk with you.” Tyri patted the chair, “Sit down and I’ll bring out some bread and fruits. You’re probably hungry after the long day.”
“Yeah.” Cautiously Chrysanthe perched on her chair and waited for the Gaein’s return. This was strange - usually Tyri knew she wanted to crash on the weekend but tonight she had actually bothered to speak with her? For the first time in a while Chrysanthe felt a bit of fear. Had she done something wrong? Was it time for her to leave? Was she actually fearful? The realization made her both angry and sad. Such a strange mix of feelings to have once more and Chrysanthe knew that she hadn’t felt such a pull since leaving home. But why here?
When Tyri came back she gave Chrysanthe a plate of food, “So.” She slowly began as she studied the hybrid, “Do you have any plans for your future, Chrys?”
“Eh?” Chrysanthe frowned as she glanced towards Tyri, “What do you mean? Should I be packing soon? Did I overstay? I thought you wanted the help but I can always leave...I mean I liked it here but if you need me to go or if I did something or….”
“Woah!” Tyri chuckled, “Calm down, kiddo.”
“Then what.” Chrysanthe glanced towards the woman with apprehension, “Why are you interested in my future? I honestly….have no idea.” She admitted quietly under her breath. Who had a future in mind when they didn’t even know what they were doing in the present?
“You should learn how to cook then. I can teach you and you can help run the cafe better. I never had a daughter really so it would be nice to have someone learn some of my secrets.”
“Wait...you want me to learn from you?”
“Mmmhmm. I like you kiddo so I thought I would offer. This is a big thing though since you’d have to stay in Belrea for a while to learn everything. Are you willing to do that?”
“I….give me time.” Chrysanthe told her goodnight and slowly made her way up the stairs to her small apartment. It was nice on the inside, a simple space but roomy enough for a trunk of things, a bookshelf, a small writing desk, a vanity and bowl for washing her face, and even a nice daybed underneath the slender window overlooking the streets. Now that she glanced at it she tried to find some issues, anything to make her hate the room.
But no. She had actually started seeing this as her room. The thought had Chrysanthe sinking into the bed. Why did she allow this place to become her home? How had it happened? When had it happened? But just thinking about being kicked out earlier had sent her into a panic. “Maybe...maybe I should say yes.” She still missed Sauti at times and had sworn off trusting anyone ever again but now...now Tyri held such a tight hold on her. The cafe had become her home away from home and surprisingly Chrysanthe realized that she wanted to learn. She wanted to learn from Tyri so that she could stay longer and be more helpful.
I’ll think about it longer….and in the morning decide. She told herself before curling up on the bed to sleep. But even then she knew that the thought was just procrastinating the truth - Belrea had in a strange way become more comfortable than the home she had first known. She didn’t want to leave it just yet and would do everything in her power to work hard so that she could stay.
[1081]
Conclusion: This is a point for Chrysanthe who has found a home again. Before she had thought she would forever be wandering as she would never trust any place or anyone to keep her safe. She wanted to be independent and didn’t want to make any ties to anyone because she was afraid of being manipulated, lied to, etc. Now however she is learning how to trust and these are her first steps to learning once more what home really feels like. She’s also accepting the offer to learn how to bake and with that is making a commitment to something that will keep her in Belrea for a couple more years meaning that she is truly turning away from Sauti and the temptations and guilt of her past.
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