{⋅. ☠ .⋅} strawbs. & mimosal

[strawbs.]

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a forms thread for a 1x1 between strawbs. and mimosal (:
━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬, 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑶𝑺, 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹

[strawbs.]

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zora | he/him | died at age twenty-two | broad, slightly muscular | five foot ten | short, li
ght blonde hair | hazel eyes | what's a life with a family when there's no family to have a li
fe with? zora doesn't have very many memories, only the visions that flash across his eyelid
s whenever he closes them. he remembers the bare feet on glass and rocks, trembling in th
e cold with no means of protecting himself from it, salvaging what he could to keep himself
alive. where he roamed, there was no light from the sun; just alleyways and dark rain clou
ds and thunderstorms. zora knew deep within that he was never meant to have the simple
life. for that, he is grateful, but he still grew envious of those full of happiness and comfort.
from within the darkness, he rose to become the darkness himself. perhaps in another life,
he was a good person who wanted nothing than to help people and watch them smile, but in
this one, he was an assassin who excelled in his work, who desired watching the kingdom fro
m which he was from crumble to dust. to him, it was worth it, being the man who was able
to end his emperor's life. the blood on zora's hands, he saw as an achievement. and while be
ing taken by his limbs, dragged down into the dungeons to be tortured for all eternity until
he succumbed to his death, he smiled the whole way. | zora's unique power is the closest to

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a type of persuasion. with his voice, z ,xxxx,
ora can "influence" others to do his bi
dding; he is also able to make them fe
el or think a certain way. it's not alway
s guaranteed that a target will obey hi
s request. in fact, it's more likely that
they brush it off at first but then at a
later date carry out the act without th
inking or realizing it until afterwards.
during the act, the target may questio
n why they are doing it without full co
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, 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹
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mprehension. they will be confused, t
hough still aware that something is w
rong, unable to grasp what, like ther
e's something else pushing into their
brain, shoving in thoughts that aren't
theirs. with time comes strength. ev

ery mind that zora deals with is comp
lex, requiring different methods to br
eak into. he'sable to see within one's
brain with more understanding than a
nyone essentially, allowing him to dec
ipher easily how they think or behave.
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xxx, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑶 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻
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it's like picking apart the brain, piece
by piece, and the target feels that wa
y as well. the more zora attempts to
get his way with a target, the more ti
red their mind will become fighting it
off. though, it will also effect zora on
an emotional level as well. eventually,
with enough power and time meticulo
usly uncovering one's mind, zora will b
e able to gain full control the more a
target answers to him.

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[strawbs.]

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[mimosal]

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gender;; Female
age;; Born in 1655, died at age 24
nationality;; Greek
species;; Demonic spirit
power;; Telekinesis
face claim;; Marie Avgeropoulosxxxxxxxxxx

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Contrary to most new mothers, the moment
Ophelia Galani held her newborn daughter close
for the very first time, a penetrating dread
filled every fiber of her being. She never
wanted to be a mother. She felt no love,
no warmth and protectiveness towards this
screaming, slimy child. The midwives cooed
over the new family while Ophelia forced
a smile. Keres. "Why?" They'd ask. Why
name your beautiful daughter after a spirit
of death and rot? Simple. Keres was the end
of Ophelia's life. Nothing would change her
mind. She would raise the young girl as a
curse, not a gift. Keres would eventually
run from her home and stow away on a
pirate vessel. There she was discovered
and adopted into a life of plunder and
murder. At the young age of twenty-four,
her life was taken from her by none other
than her own lover, in a drunken brawl,
vying for the position of first mate.

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[mimosal]

Traumatized soldier here