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Sucre Island
Aria Baleno
[TBA]
Rainbow Cookie
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Aliment Traits and Anatomy Details
Rainbow cookies, or "Italian Flag cookies" are 3 layers of almond cake with raspberry jam inbetween. On the top (and sometimes sides) they are covered with a soft and thin layer of chocolate. So following that...
Aria's skin is a layer of soft and flexible chocolate, if on a very hot summer day the chocolate can get so soft it can peel if touching any kind of skin or fabric, but this won't hurt her since her actual skin is a layer of almond cake of various colors. The chocolate is meant to be more of a insulator for the almond cake can get dry and very patchy. If that happens irritation and inflamation will occur and she will become incredibly distressed.
The chocolate can be carved into and stylized, if she wanted to mimic her father she could have decorative swirls and patterns and it wouldn't hinder her movements, but they're temporary, should she accidentally run into a glass pane the design will flatten and muddy up, ruining her hard work. So in short, she doesn't.
She smells like raspberries, her blood being a thin raspberry jam that if bled out would drip veeeerrryyy slowly, stick to everything and then clot up just as fast. She isn't accident prone, but if she had a cut or a bruise in her exposed areas of cake it would end up being a darker, mucky color before returning to normal. If the injury landed on the chocolate, it would be an indent of the collision before returning to normal.
The cake that isn't exposed isn't stacked neatly, the pattern swirls and twists and makes for something very trippy to look at. While Aria has never had a near death experience to see this for herself, a dehydration event has allowed her to take a tiny peek.
Her lower arms and legs have exposed cake, any attempts to cover them up via surgery or skin care tactics have proven futile. In the end these exposed areas don't dry up as easily and don't get in the way of moving, if it doesn't bother you or hurt you, just leave it alone.
The feet end with 3 big clunky toes, the inside of which are more open space than flesh, so when she is barefoot and on wooden floors they make a clip tap clip sound. If life went a little differently, maybe she would have been a bona-fide tap dancer. Instead those toes are left to be filed down to be lighter and less obtrusive to any cute shoes she wants to wear.
Her hair is elastic, constantly in a state of malleability and equally as delicate, you can tear chunks of it off like taffy but you will be left with an oily paste that is stringy and smells like chocolate in your hands. This is why her hair can be volumonous despite the material being heavier and than normal hair, since she can spread it out into the shape she wants and convince it with a hairband or two.
That being said she cannot promote new hair growth simply by pulling, doing that caused her to have little to no hair growth last time and almost caused her to be bald. It will grow naturally, but she has to work with the length and material already grown for her. The current hairstyle she has is a testament to time and patience paying off.
As for the reason it comes in a variety of colors? Unclear! Her mom was born with the same trait so it probably passed down to her. In a body that naturally secretes dark chocolate, her hairline swirls with a random assortment of colored white chocolate, always in the pastel, pink, green and yellow. (This is a secret between you and me, but when stressed enough, the chocolate that grows up in that period of time actually comes out paler, maybe the colorant and the white chocolate are in different parts of the head instead of immediately coming out as one product.)
Her eyes can "shift" but very, very, veeerrryyyy slowly. In her youth she was born with green eyes, but they shifted into a more yellowish green, then to an orange and now her eyes are a lilac. This isn't a reliable method to record her eyesight, but it's a fun fact she shares at parties.
Personality
Being an early graduate by 4 or so years is no joke, Aria is studious and hardworking, and doesn't miss a beat. She performs stellarly in her research and is incredibly flexible with the type of material she is given, but she knows when to let loose. Her coworkers will often remark that she's pretty chipper and friendly to be around and the people she meets at parties and gatherings will often say she's spunky and fun. Indeed she is a foodie's meal, someone who knows how to read the room and make it hers, but she doesn't believe a single one will remember her name the day after while she will remember theirs.
This fear encapsulates a lot about her, she isn't as annoying as she was a few years ago, but raw confidence can only mend so much. Her insecurities still speak out nagging about her presence, her meaning and poke at her anxieties. Medication can only go far, therapy can only do so much, so she throws herself in her work. Following the norm, getting appraisal through paychecks and satisfying her needs through superficial shopping sprees on the internet becomes routine. Personal things can stay in the blurry vignette her tunnel vision has conjured up, if the sadness and anxieties will stay in there as well.
But when she does get out of there she is tolerable again, she is your best friend, easy to talk to, someone you can depend on, if you will be there for her to depend on you.
- Knowledgeable
- Companionly
- Fun-Loving
- Thorough
- Self-conscious
- Unaggressive
- Old-fashioned
- Busy
- Dependent
- Escapist
- Meddlesome
- Conformist
Likes and Dislikes
- The Great outdoors
- Children
- Gold jewelry
- Plushies
- Tissue paper
- Snakes
- Snow
- Spongey foods
Biography
In the blurry moments of her childhood she could definitely state one constant being there. Her parents' love for "Arlo" It was there when he had his first friend, there when he went took a small detour on the way home that one time and there when he ate something a tad too spicy. In chewed foods, in baby gates and in plastic bowls. But it was never there in school. The love didn't seem to be for a future that they never spoke about, it seemed more for the now that he was living in, maybe even for the past that constantly hugged his feet.
He was maybe 12 when he decided to be a doctor, him trying his hardest got him to proceed grades above others his age and it was all the same to his parents if he would come back home at the end of the day to be their beloved baby boy. Arlo was so confident that being the most powerful being, a doctor, would maybe bring his parents to realize that maybe he didn't need their love could love him the way he was now, instead of some kid they swaddled up with blankets and pillows. Push, push, push to have them realize that you have grown taller, that you have a deeper voice and your hands are the same size as theirs. He was 15 when he was ready to go to college. Oh the fussing, the fighting and placating for him to have to go somewhere so far away at 15, but he was old enough! 15 was old enough he swears on it!
And maybe this was an excuse to finally have a phone. It would be fine, he had a family friend, a couple years older yes but a friend who was going to be with him in the boarding house, with the housekeeper vetted and looked over and... Freedom. Oh sweet, unrelenting freedom. With the exception that he had to answer to texts every few hours and calls after class, any new housemates that came and went through the house were to be reported to them, and- and- and-
It's, not to say that after his first year out of the house the phone went to the mute zone, but his college pals were making some really valid points about his upbringing and- he-
Wasn't sure if they were going to be happy about their son being replaced by a daughter.
It was never going to happen, Aria knew that deep down it was never going to pass easily so it was just an open secret she told her friends about, if her parents come over just, stay quiet about it make excuses and eventually it will all be okay, she can keep it in when she goes to visit and let it out when she comes back it will all be okay. They will still love "him" and she can still be "her". Keep the hair short, have two closets, never change your voice, prepare on the way and it will be okay. This will be okay.
But it wasn't right? It worked for a few years, but once she properly graduated becoming a pharmacist instead of a doctor she knew that her parents were going to try and convince her to come back, she can't lie about it, they were there at her graduation, she had to hear the name of their boy be called out instead of hers and she couldn't lie about continuing her education further since she let it slip that being a pharamicist was the path for her.
And so arguing. Then negotiating, then finally an agreement, she had to pay for everything on her own if she didn't come home with them and that was fine. She had secured a proper job a long time ago and saved enough to rent out a small apartment. Everything was okay, she had friends who will support her through everything so it will be okay. She could live without them she knew that now. 23 was old enough. 23 is definitely what an adult should begin to be a part of the world. She swears on it.
3 years pass on, something definitely snapped that day on graduation, because the calls stopped coming. That was fine, texts would be enough. Besides work called, if she was finished with her tasks she took up what her coworkers didn't find important, if her friends were unavailable she would start new research, if it she had a day off she would do community work. This was just her life for 26 years and she couldn't say she loved it but didn't know what else to do with herself, what could she do when her life has just been work and family and not much else.
Start from the beginning at least. It was a spur of the moment decision, a collection of years of suppressed feelings just burst out of no where. Alone in the dark she decided to just- quit the life she's been doing, completely uproot. Nothing will be sacred, everything must go somewhere else. The weeks following were blurry, after she sent the resignation letter any and all feelings were tinged with fear and panic and "what in the world am I doing", the only things she was sure about was where she was moving and her pets were coming with her.
She's now has spent a few months on the isles now and it's fair to say she likes it quite a bit.
Inventory
- Laptop
- Heart Shaped Sunglasses
- Notepad
- "Sunscreen"
- Stress Ball
Extra Notes
- Her thick musk of chocolate and raspberry washes out any and all medical scents, so if you were to visit the laboratory when she pulls an all nighter, you'll find it smells more sweet than sterile.
- She used to have a tattoo on her upper left arm, but got it covered up, all that remains is a big white heart that covers her entire shoulder cap.
- 60% of her wardrobe was bought out of impulse and "oh its cute" but at least she has some fits now.
- Along with her bat and jook she now has a pet bonsai, trims it now and then and says reaffirming things to it but otherwise it was just there to celebrate moving.
- As much as she was like "I am going to get rid of everything and start new" she still kept many of the gifts from her friends both in her life and those who left. She's still a sentimental sap before anxious mess.
Relationships
"Hey bud."
Doya Senzae
It was a bit surprising to learn that he was migrating over to where she was, and was a little reserved, but this is her college pal, and she's happy for this new chapter in his life.
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