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Mar. 3rd, 2034 11:57 am
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NAME: Adiva
CONTACT: [plurk.com profile] AdivaCalandia
TIMEZONE: Pacific Time
BRACKETS/PROSE: Preference for prose, but will match!
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: Please warn for real life bigotry (racism, homophobia, etc), but I don't mind engaging with it. Would rather not engage with CSA.

IN CHARACTER

PHYSICAL AFFECTION: Eurydice is kind of touch-starved but extremely mistrustful. Trying to touch her without building CR will probably make her run off.
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: No thanks!
RELATIONSHIPS:
  • MUSICAL/GREEK MYTH CANON:
    ✔ Orpheus/Eurydice in destined forever love
    ✔ Hades/Eurydice for fucked-up power dynamics
    ✔ Persephone/Eurydice for less fucked-up power dynamics

  • CROSS-CANON: Eurydice probably won't get into a true love relationship with anyone who isn't Orpheus, but may find companionship with men or women. Good luck, though, she's kind of a feral cat.

PSYCHIC & PSIONIC INFORMATION: Normal human with no defenses; feel free to ask if you want to read her mind!
MAGICAL INFORMATION: N/A
PHYSICAL INFORMATION: Petite, somewhat underfed.
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: Subjects that may come up with her are poverty, climate change, and oppressive labor conditions.

OUT OF CHARACTER

BACKTAGGING: Sure!
THREADHOPPING: Yeah, if it's funny! Not for serious threads though.
FOURTHWALLING: Hmmm, probs not.
NOT INTERESTED IN: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I like lots of stuff but let's talk first!

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

VISUAL: Petite, underfed. Well-worn clothes that look like they may have been scavenged and much-repaired. Wears lots of rings. In the cold, wears an oversized jacket that wraps her up.
AURAL: A clear, powerful singing voice; an ironic twist when she speaks.
OLFACTORY: Road dust.
DEMEANOUR: Feral cat when she first meets you -- hungry but suspicious. If she warms up, huge smile, energetic dancing, drinking deeply of life's joys.

code by kimmiserate

What I wanted was to fall asleep
Close my eyes and disappear
Like a petal on a stream, a feather on the air

Lily white and poppy red
I trembled when he laid me out
"You won't feel a thing," he said, "when you go down"
Nothing gonna wake you now

Dreams are sweet, until they're not
Men are kind, until they aren't
Flowers bloom, until they rot, and fall apart

Is anybody listening?
I open my mouth and nothing comes out
Nothing, nothing gonna wake me now

Flowers, I remember fields of flowers
Soft beneath my heels
Walking in the sun, I remember someone
Someone by my side, turned his face to mine
And then I turned away, into the shade

You, the one I left behind
If you ever walk this way
Come and find me lying in the bed I made

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