Scribe

Daughter of Angelo, librarian in his tower. Initially created in a foolish attempt to revive Poppy, but didn't quite turn out the same as her, both sides blaming themselves. Started as a pacifistic bookworm, but is slowly growing more assertive due to her frustration and guilt of not turning out like what her father initially wanted her to be, a desire to protect her siblings, and a desire to prove to her father, and herself, that she should be looked at as her own person.

Still loves her dad. And her dad loves her.

Horn and ear damaged in explosion.

More to come later

Compendium excerpt:

005-Scribe

Yours truly! I didn’t use to look quite like this, but recent events caused some physical alterations to put it likely. Personally, I like the look. Makes me different.

Unlike most of my other siblings who fit into a certain “breed” or “type”, i’m one of a kind. I’m the one and only Scribe, there is no other.

My appearance was based on “Her”, as the Seraph tends to refer to her by, you can practically hear the capital H as he says it. I know what her name was, Poppy, and she was

Well, she was someone very, very important to dad. So important that when she perished, and after learning how to create us, create life, he tried to bring her back, trying to make a part of his own Soul into hers, focusing on everything he thought he knew about her.

He failed. He got me instead. A lesser copy, close but not quite. I have her looks, her eyes, horns, ears, tail, a couple mannerisms perhaps, but just not everything that would make me her. My ears can’t even grow longer.

He doesn’t hate or despise me, I know, he loves me just as much as the rest of us. But the pain and sadness in his eyes, when he gets into his low moments and he looks at me, it hurts me too. I can tell some part of him still wishes that I was her, that he did better, that I was better.

I understand why he tried, it’s what anyone would do in his position, with his power. I think I would do the same if he died and I gained the power to try myself.

But I have to make him understand that i’m not her and never will be. I have to prove that i’m not the little girl he loved and failed to protect, that i’m not a sweet, little thing that could never hurt a fly. I’m me, i’m different, and he has to learn that.

I am Scribe, the librarian of the Library of Wisdom in the Seraph’s Tower, no one else.

I was never intended to fight, and for a while, I never intended to either. All I ever learned was barrier/shielding magic and short-range teleportation magic. But with everything now, I will learn more than that, I will learn how to defend myself properly. I never liked fighting, but I will if I have to.