Username:Rakkun
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Mystic's Name: Anne Lacy
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Gender: Female
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Age: 24 years
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Personality:
Kindhearted-
Anne is a sweetheart most of the time. She likes to help
others, though they hardly ever ask for her help. She
also randomly gifts others with things she thinks that
they will like.
Clumsy-
Being clumsy comes with being blind. Its not her fault if
she trips over rocks or other small things. Though it is
her fault that she tends to drop things...
Healer-
Picking up after her mother Anne uses plants to help
others that are inured. Sometimes its harderfor her
to figure out exactly what the hurt Mystic needs...
though she has a general idea. She finds the plants
she need's by smell which also takes a long time.
Love's Company-
Anne is one who prefers being with other Mystic to
being alone. She find that she likes the company,
and when others describe things for her. It also
makes exploring new area's much safer.
Causal-
She's always causal, she won't try to make herself
look good for others because she finds that kind
of thing to be silly and uninteresting. Anne also
does not care for elegance because whenever she
tried to be elegant it ended up with her on the
ground.
Imaginative-
In her mind she spends her time creating a view
of what she thinks the places she has been looks
like. Generally she pictures things brighter and
better than what they truly look like. She also
likes to make up her own stories to tell to others.
Organized-
Always having things organized makes things
easier and she likes picturing things looking nice.
She's a bit of a neat freak, and she also dislikes
it when people move her things.
::Need to Know::
~Hogweed looks a lot like Cow Parsley and grows at the same time of year.
~Cow Parsley is also known as Queen Anne's Lace. (Meaning for her Name)
~Hogweed- Is an acute contact allergen. Sap in contact with the eyes can cause blindness.
✿✿✿Anne had just come into the Mystic's protected land of Ladonia, her Yang was new and therefore refreshing for the parents to glance upon. The young Myst blinked against the bright rays of light that had somehow slipped past her father's large frame. The sun was bright and the earth was cold, it was instinctive that the young Myst instantly sought the warmth of her mother. She stumbled around slightly on her new wobbly appendages before coming to rest on a bit of her mother's pelt. Anne's father smiled slightly at her before turning to take his leave. His eye's were full of kindness in the last glance he gave to the dozing mother as he departed into the early morning's light.
✿✿✿The rest of that fall and winter passed the young Mytics life quite quickly. Winter had come early this year and they had settled down in her parents den. The rough dirt den had a somewhat large entrance, no doubt dug by her father. It led down into the dirt far enough to keep the morning's light out of the dozing Mystics eyes. As for the size of their sleeping chamber Anne found it to be quite spacious, though they never really needed as much as they had. During the time they spent inside Anne had entertained herself by rolling around inside the den and playfully nipping at her mother every so often.
✿✿✿When the new grown greens of summer started to approach Anne would sometimes wander out of the den by herself. Her fur would rumple and let off a small shine as she would take off running. She never went too far, but she still was starting to do things by herself. Anne's mother seemed to be busy, she would spend all day looking for several plant's that were growing. Anne would ask her every so often “What is that?” and she would stare at what her mother had gathered. Her mother simply would tell her the name of the plant and why she had gathered it, and Anne was learning these small things from her mother.
✿✿✿There was a large field of growing flowers not too far from where her mother would sometimes dig up roots. It was this area that Anne loved the most. The sent of the flowers was overpowering and the grass was tall enough to come up to her shoulder blades and sometimes tickle her nose. “If I was a flower I would be whatever this thing is.” Anne had said to her mother one morning as she plucked a small dandelion from the earth. Her mother laughed at the gesture and smiled back with “That's not a flower that's a weed, and a very common weed at that. Besides your already named after a type of flower, The Queen's Anne Lace.” Anne dropped the weed to stare at her mother, the dandelion sprung to life at it hit the ground and it's seeds floated lightly in the air. “What does a Queen's Anne Lace do?” She grumbled. “It has the power to heal” Her mother hummed lightly as she trotted past her daughter in the field to a place seemingly covered with the little white flowers. Her mother looked over quite a few of the plants before coming to one of them. “This is the Queen's Anne Lace.” her mother mused as she shoved her nose into the plant. “I think it smells beautiful, though that's just my preference.”
✿✿✿Anne glanced at the flowers her mother seemingly loved. “Well if it's the smell you like we should bring it back to the den.” Anne shoved her face into one of the nearby bundle of flowers and yelped as the flowers came into contact with her eyes. She vaulted out of the flowers and started to rub her burning face onto the ground. Her eye's watered constantly as she did so. Her mother stared at the plant she had grabbed for and quickly saw that she had grabbed for Hogweed. “Come with me!” her mom yelled at Anne. She grabbed at her daughters scruff and started pulling her to a nearby river. After about five minutes of fumbling around and burning Anne's face was shoved into freezing water. She blinked rapidly willing the toxin to washout. The burning started to fade, though when she removed her face from the water she only saw darkness. Her eyes started to water with salt and she backed up into her mother's frame. "Everything is dark." Anne whined softly, she curled in closely to her mother. "You've lost your sight?" her mother said examining her daughters now dull eyes. Her mother was shaking slightly though tried not to show so in her voice. "We need to get to the den. Do you think you know the way well enough?" Anne continued to blink her eyes. Nothing happened not even after she stared at the sun, everything was as dark as the world's deepest pit. “I don't know if I can.” She sobbed lightly.
✿✿✿After what seemed like a very long walk they finally made it back to their den. The next few days after that passed without much change. Her father had come and seen her condition and left again quickly after. Her mother had pleaded with her father to find someway of fixing Anne's eyesight, her father kept telling her that it was an impossible thing to do. Anne had nothing better to do than be useless and start trying to feel her way around the den and a short way outside. After working at the tasks that she had made for herself for a few days she came to the conclusion that she was going to be kind of useless. I t bothered her unrelentingly. By the time her father finally returned home with his small shard of hope she was in her own personal darkness, wishing that she had not wished to be a weed.
✿✿✿Father had brought back some sort of magic with him. The necklace he brought was powered to help enhance your sense of smell, as Anne put this on her already powerful snout seemed to be bludgeoned with tons of new smells. The necklace would help her figuring out the smells of things that she could not normally smell. He had also brought a earring that enhanced her hearing. The two of them combined at once was a huge headache to Anne for the first few months that she had them on. It took time to adjust to all of the now very loud noises as well as learning the new smells. Her mother did help her quite a bit in the beginning, but after a while Anne could tell that her mother was starting to have many medicine requests piled on her. She could hear when they would come and ask her mother for ciertin things, her mother had been declining a lot of people that needed help. So she talked her mother into letting her explore close to wherever she went. This made it easier for Anne to get a larger layout of the grounds. And this tought her many things about flowers, plants and tree's scents.
✿✿✿Though Anne loved being with her parents after spending around 20 years in their den she decided that it was good enough for her to move out on her own. She couldn't go too far from home, but she did get far away enough for her to still know parts of the area. She's been living on her own in this area for around four years and she plans to stay here where she may be able to find friends that would be just as helpful as she needed.
They are bonded by nothing but their duty to their world.
✿✿✿I've always wanted a blind character, I will also admit that I have been waiting and watching for a Mystic of my own. When I read that Anne was blind I instantly was brought into thinking out her character. That kind of connection is hard for me to make with characters, even If I already own their designs. I have a hard time thinking up biography's to write about them, and I feel as though I'm slower at this process than others. I honestly want her because I've put in a ton of hard work into thinking up her personality, history and traits. Any other could say the same... It's hard to write about a character you could fall in love with just to have them disappear so that you have to start over. I'm willing to risk the effort for Anne though, as I've come to see I still want a character like her around.
✿✿✿I hope to possibly join in a Mystics Of Ladonia role-play form. I'm unsure if a Official form for that stands yet, and so in the time until I find a party of Mystics to role-play with I plan on developing Anne's character through a story like role-play involving my other characters. As well as snagging her some beautiful art :3
(Above Pixel Art)
