╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════ ❤ ═══╗ ❝ Ｓｈｅ ｗａｓ ｍｏｒｅ ａ ｂｕｔｔｅｒｆｌｙ ｔｈａｎ ａｎ ａｎｇｅｌ ❞
name; Eloa, the angel of sorrow
and compassion, born from a tear.
personality; Eloa is kind, gentle, and open-minded, possessing qualities that cause many to doubt her young age despite her petite stature. She is incredibly mature and level-headed. Many, however, are initially off-put by her ghostly, glowing stare and natural mysterious air, as she rarely speaks a word. She finds it more important to listen to others' thoughts than to share her own, and is far more of an observer than a leader, even in conversation.
Those who stick around, however, will earn themselves a fair companion- though not particularly loyal. If you are as genuine to her as she is to you, she will always remain by your side. But if you dare to mock her or go behind her back in the slightest, she sees no issue with moving on. The only exception to this rule is with her family- particularly Demiel, who often teases and makes fun of her sensitivity. Even if she no longer invests herself in a relationship with you, however, she will always care for you and feel sympathy for your downfalls. She is far from cruel, but she believes in being just and fair to those who you call your friend.
Perhaps Eloa's greatest fault is that she feels the suffering of others. She cannot watch or read the news, because when she sees the violence and terror that innocent people experience- even if on the other side of the world- she experiences emotions somewhat similar to the victims. Even when guarded completely from them, memories or simply imagining the trauma of others causes her immense pain. Her family calls these episodes "sorrows". She struggles especially with the grief of her friends or family, which leads many of them to guard their negative emotions from her in an attempt to protect her. [297/300 words]
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Ａｓａｒｉａｌ
Everyone says that Eloa takes after her mother, for her gentle soul and compassion for all
creatures, so it is no wonder that the two are so close. To Eloa, Asariel is not only a mother, but a
friend and a mentor. It is Asariel who Eloa turns to for guidance and reassurance, which such a
sensitive young Plume needs quite a lot of. And Asa is always willing to provide it. And while Asa
isn't as watchful of Eloa as she was with the twins, Eloa tends to spend quite a lot of time by her
side anyways. [99/100] Ｈａｔｏ
Though she does enjoy the soft tinkling of his piano, Eloa has never shared her father's
enthusiasm for music. She does, however, share his passion for astronomy. On the occasion that
she does catch a glimpse of the news or overhears something mildly upsetting, she will often turn
to her father. The two will lay down in the grass in front of the cabin and look up at the stars, Hato
naming each one as Eloa counts them. It is the only thing that can take her mind off of things, and
has made Hato and Eloa extremely close. [99/100] Ｓｏｆｉｅｌ
Eloa practically worships her older sister. Sofi is everything that Eloa aspires to be and is,
in her eyes, perfect. She is also extremely fascinated by Eloa's Fae. She is quite jealous of Sofi's
experience with the mythical creature, and thinks of her as having some hidden mythical abilities
herself. The two also share a love of nature- though Sofi is, admittedly, far more passionate about
it- and, on the rare occasion that Sofi is feeling well enough, take walks together through the forest
or hikes up the mountain surrounding their home, admiring the diverse flora and fauna. [98/100] Ｄｅｍｉｅｌ
It seems that the older Demi gets, the closer he and Eloa are. While he occasionally teases
or mocks her, Eloa adores his well-meaning, though sometimes hidden, sense of protectiveness.
While they don't always act in ways that would suggest a strong bond between the two, either one
would risk anything for the other. Their bond is not one of friendly gestures and idle banter, but
one of a deeper sense: that they will always look out for and protect the other, no matter what it
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Eloa had always admired the twins' wings. Their accessories were not only unique but stunning to look at, and they always drew compliments. Eloa certainly didn't desire the attention, but nonetheless, she had always wanted a pair of her own. One night, when the family was having dinner, Eloa gathered the courage to bring her idea up. Demiel, being Demiel, scoffed at her, calling her a copycat. But her sister, mother, and father were delighted, and enthusiastically agreed to craft her a set of wings. So Eloa got to work designing an extravagant pair of angel wings, folded majestically, embellished with golden laurels and sparkling blue gems. After spending several nights tweaking it, she brought her sketch to Sofi, who beamed and complimented her design work. But Eloa wasn't fooled; Sofi couldn't see Eloa wearing the wings. Neither could she. They just weren't... her. She sighed and shrugged, not quite able to hide her sense of failure from her face. Her eyes glazed with tears and she ducked her head. Sofi, sympathetic, quickly suggested that they go on a walk; after all, it was always nature that inspired her. Eloa hesitantly agreed. And so the two snuck quietly out the cabin door, and were soon stepping among the tall green grasses of the field.
They were halfway to the forest when Eloa stopped rather suddenly. She stood there for a few moments as her watery eyes dried, Sofi looking on in anticipation. She drew a deep, shaky breath. "It's silly, really," she said softly, shaking her head and trying her hardest to smile. "I'm not an angel. I don't need wings." She glanced up at Sofi, and slowly turned around. "I'm going back home," she whispered apologetically before slowly walking back towards the cabin.
It was at that moment that a small, delicate butterfly gently landed itself on Eloa's shoulder. She wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for the flutter of wings pattering softly into her fur. She turned her head towards it, and was immediately amazed at the butterfly, how its paper-thin wings had survived for so long without a tear. It was so fragile, and yet so strong. So brave, too, to be sitting on the shoulder of a creature who had the capability to harm it in one swipe. She found a sense of belonging with that butterfly. She, too, was weak and innocent. She was fragile and sensitive. But she was still whole; she was not broken by her weaknesses. She was far more of a butterfly than an angel, despite what her name suggested.
And so, in that moment, she decided on her design: a pair of butterfly wings, made of thin, but surprisingly durable, glass. They would be attached at the shoulder, like real wings, and they would be big and beautiful. And they would be hers. [473/500]
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╭xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╮ religion; Eloa is Buddhist, and is primarily
taught the religion through Hato. While she does
think that Tsalagi is a beautiful religion, she finds
the beliefs associated with Buddhism to be closest
to her own. Additionally, Buddhism explains the world's
sufferings, which brings her some comfort during her "sorrows".
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attachment issues due to her emotional instability.
This is one of many factors that will eventually
lead her to come out as demiromantic asexual.
She will likely find a mate, and potentially even
have children of her own, but it will certainly take
time.
╰xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╯ ╭xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╮ quirk; Eloa has photic sneeze reflex, which
causes her to sneeze every time she encounters
bright sunlight. This wouldn't be extremely
significant to most, but because Eloa is
constantly going in and out of the family's
cabin, it can become quite bothersome.
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Hundreds of people. Dead. Shot down. Her mind span
as she took in the breadth of the disaster. A wave of
physical and psychological pain hit her, causing her to almost
collapse. Those words- "it's not important"- swirled through
her thoughts again and again. Did no one care? She stumbled
to where her mother stood by the door, tears streaming down
her face despite her efforts to hold them back.
"Mom? Why would s-someone," she paused to sniffle and blink her
tears away, trying her best not to break down any further, "kill
someone else?"
"Oh, El," Asa said sympathetically as she drew Eloa close and looked
her in the eyes, "Sometimes people do awful things. That's all." They
sat there for a moment, Eloa buried into her mother's fur with her eyes
pressed shut, until her gentle sobs faded. Then Asa stepped back,
smiling kindly at her daughter. She beckoned to the cabin's open door,
exposing bright spring rays of light. "What do you see out there?" she
asked gently. Eloa's eyes flickered open, studying her surroundings
deeply before carefully replying. "Just... the field. And the forest,
and the mountains," Eloa said thoughtfully.
"Exactly." Asa smiled softly. "Out there, it is beautiful and free, and
killing is only a matter of survival. And that's how it should be. Every
action should have a dignified purpose," Asa said with her gentle
confidence. "Is that why we live here?" Eloa whispered as the last of
her tears dried.
There was no need for Asariel to reply. It was clear to the both of
them by the rays of light beaming in rays through the door, the
insects humming just above the long, lush grasses in the distance,
the tall bark of the conifer trees. And in that moment, the wind
itself whispered in Eloa's ear...
It was a cheerful spring morning outside the cabin- sun
shining, birds chirping- and already Asariel and Sofiel
were ducking in and out of the door for the occasional
breath of fresh air. The cabin was alive with a pollen-filled
breeze, and soft music trickled through the air as Hato
tapped the keys of his piano. Demiel, meanwhile, was
fiddling with their ancient radio.
Eloa, just old enough to form complex sentences, toddled
to where Demi stood and sat, fascinated by the static and
muffled voices coming from the radio. She had never heard
the old thing work. And, with a final twist of the knob,
Demi managed to tune in to the news. The words were
hardly coming through, they were so vague, and combined
with her basic understanding of language, she only picked
up a few words.
"...many dead...number unsure...killed by..."
"Demi," Eloa murmured, peering up at her older brother,
"Are they joking?" Demi glanced back. "No, El, they're
not," he shook his head, "but it's not important." This
seemed absurd. How could it just... not be important?
"...hundreds...shot down..."
"Ｙｅｓ．"
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User's Note ✍
Please note that because of various issues with my computer and tablet pen, I was unable to complete any art of my own, including a large family piece that I meticulously sketched. I hope that you can judge my form based on the quality, variety, and expressiveness of my art rather than quantity.
I also wanted to thank the artists featured in my form, as well as aethillie, who coded my mess, the judge(s) and my competitors. This girl is a special one, and she means so much to me. And while I do hope to win her, I'm confident that if I don't, she'll go to a loving home. So good luck and thank you to all.
art credit; milkete on dA | WhiteBabyFox on dA | Firefly. on CS
