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Ji-Ae, 志 Ji "will, determination"; 曖 Ae "(to be) dim, unclear".
- Food, especially free food
- Procrastinating on work
- Napping for most of the day
- Breasts, especially as pillows
- Feeling like she belongs
- Storming oceans
- The colour red
- Having to do work at all
- Being accosted
- Responsibility and commitment
- Stubbornness
- Hard restrictions
- Chocolate, especially milk chocolate
- Verbal arguments
The ocean speaks to her gently, in voices hardly above whisper. Her cheekbones are held between loose kelp; golden antlers decorated with the faint glow of anglerfish bulbs. Suspended in still water, the abyss supports Jiae's lithe frame as she continues her arduous descent. The maw of the chasm greets her.
Jiae, dear, the water hums, what is wrong?
(Jiae holds her tongue. She cannot bring herself to speak; not even a stutter escapes the lock on her throat. Her guts tug and ache. Jiae cannot voice the emptiness - and the unsettling wholeness - churning through her glass body, its turbulent waves ricocheting against her stomach.
Jiae tells herself she is half full.)
When the darkness envelops Jiae - the abyss finally embracing her with its jaws - a chill washes over her guts. A grip on her intestines, flooding. It thrashes inside her, visceral turns drowning out the ocean's attempts to speak. An overwhelming fear; enthusiasm; anxiety; ambition - a whirlpool of thoughts she couldn't quite place.
(Jiae is never quite sure what she feels. Her inability to label her own emotions disquiets her - the agitation crawling beneath her skin. How can she function, unable to even identify her frustrations? Unable to know when she's content or burdened - when she can't even tell the origin of her tears -
and the humans always dream of emptiness. A bland-tasting thing; Jiae never ate much. These nightmares never satisfied her, and the irony of consuming emptiness in an attempt to fill herself was not lost on her. It tired her to watch: people dwindling through their dreamscapes - hopeless and lost - desperately seeking a meaning to their own existences. Sometimes, she longed for something tastier - something fulfilling -)
A row of faint, wispy lights in the distance signals her arrival. Weathered stone lanterns lined neatly on both sides of a thin path. Her ruddy hooves click against the uneven pavement, finding footing on the seafloor. Shallow impressions form in the sand as Jiae drags her feet forward, towards an old hanok resting at the end of the way.
Jiae passes the bare courtyard, rounding towards the garden edges. A bloom of red tendrils greet her - sea anemones - tangling into her fetlocks and tail. Jiae lets them, their soft embrace lulling her gently -
(A flash of red. The sharp glint of a sword. Kaori's hair - dark - like waves in the wind. A magenta sunrise casts its light across both their faces. Jiae laughs, finally, pressing her cheek against the warmth of Kaori's. A grin stretches across her rosy lips. A bright, scarlet peony lay nestled in her pale hair. Jiae is sure this is love.)
- she dreams of Kaori, and the emptiness ebbs.
- Purchased from a guest flatsale for $50.
- Jiae is lactose intolerant, much to her displeasure...but that doesn't stop her. She especially likes vanilla milkshakes and pizza with extra cheese.
- Though she eats fairly regularly, she doesn't seem very interested in causing nightmares, and often complains about the lack of flavor in her meals.
- She is a self-taught swordsman, though she does wish she had the chance to learn under a skilled teacher. Despite the lack of formal upbringing, her swordsmanship is impeccable - though some may say a little reckless.
- Aside from blades, Jiae's fairly skilled at a few other weapons and holds a knack for improvising. Though swords are her favourite, she isn't opposed to pole-arms and axes; bows are her weakest.
- Jiae doesn't seem to respond to auditory signals very well - but her reaction to visual stimuli is terrifyingly fast. She may not notice if someone screams in the distance, but if a shadow moves at the edge of her vision - it will have her full attention.
- Due to her more aquatic disposition, Jiae is a proficient swimmer and is able to breathe underwater. She prefers saltwater to freshwater.
Jiae's enthusiastic (and rather rambunctious) girlfriend. She finds her energy and excitement incredibly captivating - enough so to lure Jiae out of her usual lazy routines. Jiae's become quite fond of the colour red.
Though she finds Kumagai's violent ways crude and unnecessary, Jiae cannot deny her raw power or cold determination. Neither of them particularly get along.
A quiet Sylph that found her during one of her seaside adventures. Jiae appreciates their company, but she often finds herself concerned for their well-being. She lends an ear to their problems often, hoping to help.
A transient soul found in an old, derelict temple while exploring. Visits them regularly out of concern, to ensure that they are eating. Regards them almost like a younger sibling.
Met years ago, when Jiae first began to venture out of the realm. She regards the young demi-god well, although a little eccentric. They often spar together and enjoy drinking nights at the bar - Jiae treats them.
A fellow soldier she met during her travels across realms. Though a little unsettled by his sense of humor and lack of morality, Jiae finds him quite impressive as a fighter. They like to spar on occasion.
