⋆𐙚₊˚♡⊹ amia ⊹♡˚₊𐙚⋆ pyroshift #026

[chaeriise]

username: chaeriise
name: amia (my interpretation: ɒmi/ə), means "beloved"
personality: here
theme song: here

[chaeriise]

some character info c:

the “pillar of love” is an honorary title passed down among pyroshifts, typically in the bloodline. it is considered its own job with responsibilities, much like the titles “president” and “king”. the pillar of love’s main job is to organize the ashes and adoration festival, hence the “love” part of the name, though they are authorized to assist with anything that involves the town. this includes planning general events, being a tour guide, surveying, keeping track of rising market prices, approving paperwork, and more. the pillar doesn’t need to do everything, that would be an impossible task, but they are expected to help the board of councilors keep the town thriving. old tales about past pillars glorify them to be saviors of the town. the locals declare that as long as the pillar stands true, so too will love continue to exist… so, absolutely no pressure at all!

the former pillar of love was alis, amia’s dear mentor. alis had taught amia many things, big and small: how to calmly resolve conflicts, how to read. they’d been together for amia’s whole life. amia had always admired alis for the warmth in her gaze and her steadfast devotion to the job. in amia’s mind, alis was as worthy of reverence as lithora and ignara, the goddesses. to say that she loved alis is an understatement. amia hopes that she could be considered as good a pillar as her teacher was, one day. she still visits alis frequently, bringing whatever gift or offering she can.


ä̵̝̲̺̤̘́̒̎̋͝l̴̖̞̆̇͂͛̕i̵̛̦̤̦̖̣͇͚͇̋̈́͊̈́̒͂̍s̴͈̟̼̺͒̃̅̀̾͗?̵̡̹̠͔͙̤̤͗̈́́̋̊̑̄͐͌ ̴̡̮͔̼̦̰͎̀͒͊͝å̴̫̟̻̼̖̮̺̝̗̑̌͂̕͝r̶̃̋ͅë̸̱̲̳͖̱́̂́͛͋̿͗͐̃͋ ̷̢̧͚̤̯͈͗̔̇͒̀͋̀̚͝y̵̖͙͔̔̈́͐̚͜ǫ̷̛͕̣̬̮̜̯̻̱̅̓̋̓̃̈́̀̊͐u̵̡̡̯͓͍̖̱̅͑͗ ̸̨̫̼̿̑̕͝ä̴̤́̚̕̕͘ĺ̴̢̹̘̮̻̭̬͍͔̪͈r̸̛̹̟̣̘͊̚̕i̵͍̼̘̲̿̂̈̉́̽̔̍̀̎̂ͅͅg̶̡̗̩̼̩̽͑͛͑̈́͗̾́̚͠͠h̵̡̛̦͈̘̦͐̑̑̀͜͠͝ͅt̸̖̳̣̤͓͔́̈́̽̐͠?̴̯̊̎̏̀̕͠


the ashes and adoration festival (the one with the missing letters) was the first one amia organized as the new pillar of love! haha… she tried not to take that initial disaster to heart. she’s planning on introducing bags of a more durable fabric for next year’s festival.

sometimes, amia can’t help but feel isolated despite the big community supporting her. all eyes are on amia so she can’t be her unfiltered self, and her parents had always been the center of her life anyway. luckily, there is one pyro that she can turn to: flarefoot, a mail carrier for the ashes and adoration festival. she’s known flarefoot since he was a recruit. at first, their interactions were cringeworthy; partly because of the boss-employee dynamic and partly because she doesn’t see him much. however, flarefoot’s nature and pure soul have captured amia’s curiosity. there’s only one thing she wants him to change… and that is to stop treating her so formally!!! yes, she is his superior, and yes, she is a year older than him, but that doesn’t mean anything outside a professional setting, right?! besides, it’s not like they had serious jobs. being treated like some living legend or whatever makes her uncomfortable. but she knows it’ll take a while for flarefoot to truly relax, it’s just how he is. on the other hand, flarefoot doesn’t know why amia chose him, but he can’t deny that she has brought a certain kind of liveliness to his life.

on the outside, amia has everything. she’s loved, she’s popular, she’s beautiful, and she has a purpose. she has everything a pyro could want. despite that, something is missing. she has no goals for the future and she can’t imagine being the pillar of love for the rest of her life. her mind knows she could be content with this. but her heart--the little traitor-- knows it’s not what she dreams about. was she really going to spend her one life here? at peace, but never whole? she’d never admit it out loud, but amia wants a fresh start more than anything. alis had always been the main reason she stayed, but amia is rethinking what she wants in life. she itches to experience the world outside the place she’s called home. she longs to just be a regular student at school, groaning about how hard exams are going to be and expanding her knowledge and making a name for herself, on her terms. maybe it’s because she has everything that she wants to know what it’s like to work for things from the bottom. maybe she’s just bored and this feeling will pass temporarily. the only thing she knows for sure is…. that she could be happier.

[chaeriise]

a lullaby created for amia. the lyrics have been long-forgotten, but the melody will remain in her heart for eternity.


hush, my child
drift into slumber
in your dreams, you’ll run and play
in paradise

the gentle wind
sways and dances
as breath sinks deep
with quiet longing

and without a word
you’ll embrace the sea that sings

wings drenched in longing
unfold at last
like a fragile sprout
too small to hold

you dance,
in this world,
like an overwhelming bouquet of flowers
on any day, on a day of reward,
a ticket for tomorrow,
to live

reminiscence - yu-peng chen
confession - toby fox

these songs were chosen out of significance and relatability to amia’s story and emotions.

[chaeriise]

this blurb gave me such a hard time (╥﹏╥)

if you met amia, you’d probably say that she’s the personification of the word “lovely”. she’s amiable (no pun intended) to everyone she meets, no matter how rough around the edges they seem. her tenacity when it comes to conducting herself in that way both works in her favor and backfires, though. her kindness is mistaken for softness more often than not. because of her appearance and outward personality, pyroshifts tend to assume that they’ve got amia all figured out. they say that she’s too innocent and easy to be taken advantage of, they say she’s a people-pleaser and too conflict-avoidant to stand up for herself, they say she’s a bubbly airhead, they say that she probably daydreams about having the perfect romance for herself one day… it’s such a blatantly low-effort analysis of her that she can’t help but sigh in resignation. yes, she does place her trust in the pyroshifts around her, but her trust isn’t blind and she’s smart enough to figure out when someone has ulterior motives. yes, she does go out of her way to help others and she does prefer for conflicts to be solved peacefully, but she helps because she wants to and she’s not afraid to voice her own opinion. she can be firm and stand her ground when it comes down to it too. it hurts her a little bit, the fact that the pyros she's known all her life don't understand her.

[chaeriise]

to alis,

[the ink is smudged, rendering the top of the letter indecipherable.]

i’ve been lost without you. the whole town has been. the only one who can fill in as the pillar is me, but i’m not ready. i’ve still barely scratched the surface compared to you. i thought you’d always be by my side, watching with pride as years later, i become the new head of the festival committee. i thought i'd get to bake more for you. i was just experimenting with some red velvet cupcakes, so you could eat while on the go.

we were supposed to have more time.

i miss you, mama. dad too. i’d do just about anything to be tucked into bed again, hearing both of you sing together. i’m starting to forget what that sounds like. i’m trying to be strong for you, for everyone.


you'll always be in my heart. take care, okay? tell the goddesses i said hello, too.


goodnight.


love,

amia

[chaeriise]

these are details i thought was fun but couldn’t fit in, i wanted to paint a more solid picture of who amia is!


amia’s love language is acts of service.

peaches are her favorite fruit.

amia can bake a very tasty red velvet cake, her mom’s favorite! on an entirely unrelated note, her parents had been squabbling for more than a decade over whether lemon cake or red velvet was better. they loved to bring it up to unsuspecting victims and “argued” with each other every so often. as their child, amia had heard it all.

when she was a pup, amia wanted to be a ballerina.

amia has always wanted a sibling. it gets lonely in the house when it’s just her.

amia used to love spending her summer afternoons observing bugs doing their bug activities and going about their bug lives. yes, she did get stung a couple of times poking her nose where it shouldn’t be.

physically, if pyroshift age was converted to human years, amia would be about 18.

her main hobbies are volunteering, sketching (though she isn’t very good at it), dancing, and baking! flarefoot often finds himself as her taste tester.

amia still has the bear plushie that her father gave to her when she was little. she named him mr. cuddles. don’t mention how beat up he looks, or she’ll get defensive.

amia’s favorite weather is a sunny day with a breeze. when the wind blows, she unfolds her wings and imagines herself taking flight.

amia’s floriography:

white pink bicolor carnation - a mother’s love, i’ll never forget you
gladiolus - strength of character, success
pink sweet pea - sweet farewells, non-romantic love
snow drop - hope, new beginnings

[chaeriise]

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thank you for the opportunity, boogiebug :> regardless of whether i win or not, i had a great deal of fun! i loved trying to fit amia into the world of pyroshifts but also making stuff up as i went. i hope i can devote more time to developing her (and alis’s!) story, she really has been in my thoughts since day one :’3
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