Illia
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Talk about your character here! Like a summary of sorts. The filler text is from Pride and Prejudice. “You go to Brighton. I would not trust you so near it as Eastbourne for fifty pounds! No, Kitty, I have at last learnt to be cautious, and you will feel the effects of it. No officer is ever to enter into my house again, nor even to pass through the village. Balls will be absolutely prohibited, unless you stand up with one of your sisters. And you are never to stir out of doors till you can prove that you have spent ten minutes of every day in a rational manner.”
“At last I am able to send you some tidings of my niece, and such as, upon the whole, I hope it will give you satisfaction. Soon after you left me on Saturday, I was fortunate enough to find out in what part of London they were. The particulars I reserve till we meet; it is enough to know they are discovered. I have seen them both--”
The world was built upon a few, simple pillars that each respective realm followed religiously, or so the Elders said.
Whether it was by chance or by their own design, the realms abided by these foundations and grew side by side with little conflict and interaction. But, as all things in life do, it went very wrong very quickly as the realms fell into their own chaos.
Netherborn creatures were born of hellfire and rotting flesh, and it showed with the slow limbo their gates often adopted. Corruption was the core of such beings. It left much to be desired in personality and culture. Blood sacrifices became the norm. That surprised no one. Lava rained from the sky, and it was hence known as an inhabitable world for corrupted souls.
From those ashes, the Wither rose to take control of the realm of fire.
Endborn mobs were the exact opposite of their fiery cousins and instead inherited the coolness of water, despite being highly hydro intolerant. Always appearing with calmness on their face and stoic darkness in their stance, such beings were banished to the voided lands of eternal night. It suited them well.
Like a leech in the pond water, a serpent lurked below rippling waves hoping to claim the galaxy as Her own.
[Continued in "A Guiding Light"]
- "There’s nothing wrong with these flowers. No use in trying to fix something that isn’t broken just because they are unashamedly themselves and we have decided that that is not good enough."
- “Peace breeds complacency, is it?”
- “Money! My uncle!” cried Jane, “what do you mean, sir?”
- “If you are looking for my master, ma’am, he is walking towards the little copse.”
- “I mean, that no man in his senses would marry Lydia on so slight a temptation as one hundred a year during my life, and fifty after I am gone.”
LIKES
his family
reading
adventuring
his beloved
darkness
DISLIKES
the matriarch
other endermen
rain
the Oracles
being alone
The light of his universe, his flower is his highest priority. For them, he faces the reality of what a father would do to save his child.
One in a million, there was and never will be anyone else for Illia in the entire universe. A match made in the stars, he'd sooner die than take another.
Cousin by fate, eldest son by choice. He still wishes he'd gotten to say goodbye...and that he was sorry.
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focal art by @ magpied | images from magpied/frosknown/shinysketches