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 โโโโ | "Some days loving you feels like waiting for a train that's already goneโ yet the platform still teaches me patience." ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐Vsevolod and Vera Volkov{a} lovingly raised their two children, but before that, they fell in love, as so many parents do. They met each other in their third year at Durmstrang, both beaters for the quidditch team. Theirs was a simple, basic love story. Married two years out of school, having Klavdiya two years after that. |
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Not many make it past the train station, and certainly not close enough to lay siege on the heavily fortified, carefully crafted walls of the fortress. Do you dare try? The dusty walls might be old, but they've only gotten stronger with age.
Not many make it past the train station, and certainly not close enough to lay siege on the heavily fortified, carefully crafted walls of the fortress. Do you dare try? The dusty walls might be old, but they've only gotten stronger with age.
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 โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโThe dark, intelligent eyes of a raven found themselves viewing the world from the mortal vessel of a young girl, watching curiously, fascinated with the tide of life and how things shone of the surface before being swallowed by more unfiorgiving waves. | x | The Lenses of Life . Mental Description Anika Belladonna Karga has always been described as odd. By her uncles, townsfolk, friends... everyone. Not usually weird, though that was the preferred word of some, nor was her trademark 'odd' frequently said with disdain. Only a subtle curiosity that had infected them by nearly being by her. Her curiosity was always contagious, though more annoying to most. While she was odd and curious, she was also calculated. Observing first before anything, staying silent for an uncanny amount of time, relishing in the moment too long of silence that gave way to uncomfortable stillness. She is obsessed with the unknown. Mysteries, gossip, and quite unfortunately, dark corners. A sense of true mystique is what she longs for. The absolute anonymity of no one knowing her thoughts save for her, and one special person. That being, she is of a guarded nature. Not knowing if she is but of passing interest to most, or something they could easily discard if they got bored. This has lead to her uncles whispering of 'abndonment issues', and even wondering if her state of mind is entirely healthy.  |
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Miss Karga is of Turkish decent on her mothers side, though with more features from her father's English heritage. She has her mothers dark eyes, with her fathers jet black, slightly wavy hair. Average in most ways, unordinary in appearance, and even called basic on occasion. Rather pale, with the occasional freckle here and there if you take the time to notice. Stranding at 4'9 at 11, she's expected to grow just under a foot, around 5'7 by the time she's grown. |
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| Anika Belladonna Karga was delivered by storks. Not really, but she much preferred to think about it like that. In reality, she was born on June 26, 20xx to Esmeray and Reuben Karga. Anika never knew them. Did they die or just go missing? She doesn't quite know. Only that she was given to her uncles to raise. Her uncles are triplets, born together, but raised in different families. They were adopted by their respective families, not knowing of eachothers existences even though they all lived in the same neighborhood. They all met at school, becoming quick friends even without knowing of their relation. By some stroke of luck or fate, they say. Needless to say, they were inseparable, also friends with Anika's father, Reuben, hence why she calls them uncles even if not biologically related. She knows bond of choice are far stronger than those of blood. | โ โ โ โ โ โ โ |  Lyric, Dominic, & Liam At Anika's Eleventh Birthday Party<3 |
Lyric, Dominic, and Liam took their turns teaching her, making sure she knew all she needed to. Though her schooling was more of a tactic to keep her occupied than because they really knew how to teach the intelligent girl put in their care. More backstory TBA, I kinda suck at writing histories<333
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โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ Mental Description {Personality} โโโโGraci is a rather bright person, usually smiling or laughing, oftentimes ready to talk about whatever. While very outgoing she still needs time to recharge alone, usually by listening to music or daydreaming about something totally random. She tries to beat the impulsive Gryffindor allegations, but that hat was too smart for its own good. She is impulsive, though more carefree than internationally putting herself in danger. She likes being in nature. There isn't a lot in East London {The part where she grew up in, at least} but there is a lot on the Greek island of Spetses where she spent her summers. She's trying to be more carefree, but she still has some anxiety, but she's really vulnerable once you get to really know her. She has a lot of secret shames. {The anxiety will be a future plotline, most likely<3}. Graci is the lovable side character / lover, who thinks she's the main character, but really isn't. She tries to find beauty in everything and is kinda like the mom friend with a penchant for sad tales, though she would deny it. Helping others gives her a sense of purpose, and she's extremely empathetic and comforting.
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โShe lived a comfortable childhood above the bookstore, with a family full of readers. Though Graci was the one who didn't like it as much as the rest of them. She enjoyed it, but not quite so ardently.
โHer twin sister, Zoe, usually got the both of them in trouble at school. Chaotic and fiery while Graci tried to make herself smaller. Not because her personality was smaller, but because there was a lot to handle with Zoe, and she didn't want to be a bother.
โShe had two best friends, Makayli and Lindin, who were some of her favourite people. While Zoe didn't like them too much {she said they didn't appreciate reading enough} Graci thought they were amazing. Lindin quiet and thoughtful, Makayli with enough Street smarts to become anyone she wanted to be. With people skills Graci envied.
โNow Graci doesn't see any of her old people much at all. Between the school year at Hogwarts and Summer camp, she only got one week in Greece. The only good thing was getting to spend time with her friends over the three-ish weeks she had free in the summer.
โGraci, Zoe, and their mother had always been people of hyper fixations. One week it was Greek Mythology, the next it was fantasy map making with rice. Most of her younger years were filled with trying to keep up with what the current one was.
โShe and Zoe attended the same muggle school as Makayli and Lindin {hence their friendship}, because their parents figured they'd have plenty of time in the wizard world once they were eleven, and they had always been for getting new views of the world instilled into their children.
of getting stuck in a tree. Distressed, Graci had tried to shake her down, as any small child without the capacity to think in a moment such as this would. As such, she accidentally levitated Terpshicore out of the tree.
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The Repository ยท reยทposยทiยทtoยทry ยท/rษหpรคzษหtรดrฤ/ ยทnoun- a place, building, or receptacle where things are or may be stored.
- a place in which something, especially a natural resource, has accumulated or where it is found in significant quantities.
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| l o v e r g i r l | Graci Marie LarenGryffindor | Broom Racer | Hopeless RomanticXXXGreetings, friends! It seems you have made your way to Graci's Ency by some stroke of luck and/or misfortune. Welcome to the Repository! Graci might ask if you wanted to sit for a cup of tea, and perhaps some biscuits, but I will only offer you information! Go on, dear travellers, and find Graci in these pomegranate stained pages. Have fun!! and good luck!! โโโโโโโ-----  -----โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ I.โโ-โโโโโโโโโโ-โโโโTable Of Contents {Here} โโโโโ II.โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโTrunk โโโโโ III.โโโ-โโโโโโโโโโโโโPersonality & Appearanceโโโโโ IV.โโโ-โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโBackstory & FIOMโโโโโ V.โโโ-โโโโโโโโโโโโโโThreads & Relationshipsโโโโโ VI.โโโ-โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ-โโ-โโโโOOC, & Etc. |
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Physiognomy ยท physยทiยทogยทnoยทmy ยท /fizฤหรค(ษก)nษmฤ/ ยท noun |
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โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ Physical Description โโโโโโ xxxxx Graci is 160cm {5โ3}, with medium-long wavy brown hair, that is starting to look more Auburn as she ages. She has curtain bangs {also referred to as fringe} as well as two streaks of white on the pieces of hair that frame her face. She has brown-green eyes that she usually just calls hazel as no one takes the time to hear her whole speech about it. She's mostly average by way of anything other than personality. While she is not vain she does try to make herself presentable at the very least, even when she has no where to go/no outings planned. She has a strange fascination with ear piercings and had three by the time she was eleven. Two on the lobe and one helix piercing. | Sweetpea |
Human Half-Blood Greek/Scottish {Ethnically} Left-HandedDisposition ยท disยทpoยทsiยทtion ยท /dispษหziSHษn/ ยท noun
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Prologue ยท proยทlogue ยท /prลหlรดษก/ ยท noun
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โโโโโโโโโโโโโ Background / History โโโโโโโโโโโโโ| โGraci Laren was born on March fifteenth of 2013 to Aiden and Penelope Laren alongside her twin sister, Zoe Laren. She grew up in London, England, living above the bookstore her parents owned. Over the summers, the family visited Penelope's side of the family on the island of Spetses, Greece. Graci fondly remembers the time she spent there, with plenty of seashell fragments to commemorate her time. Occasionally Graci visited the paternal side of her family on holidays, though she doesn't remember much except their large Bernese mountain dog, Argus. |  โโโโโโโโโ |
โHer twin sister, Zoe, usually got the both of them in trouble at school. Chaotic and fiery while Graci tried to make herself smaller. Not because her personality was smaller, but because there was a lot to handle with Zoe, and she didn't want to be a bother.
โShe had two best friends, Makayli and Lindin, who were some of her favourite people. While Zoe didn't like them too much {she said they didn't appreciate reading enough} Graci thought they were amazing. Lindin quiet and thoughtful, Makayli with enough Street smarts to become anyone she wanted to be. With people skills Graci envied.
โNow Graci doesn't see any of her old people much at all. Between the school year at Hogwarts and Summer camp, she only got one week in Greece. The only good thing was getting to spend time with her friends over the three-ish weeks she had free in the summer.
โGraci, Zoe, and their mother had always been people of hyper fixations. One week it was Greek Mythology, the next it was fantasy map making with rice. Most of her younger years were filled with trying to keep up with what the current one was.
โShe and Zoe attended the same muggle school as Makayli and Lindin {hence their friendship}, because their parents figured they'd have plenty of time in the wizard world once they were eleven, and they had always been for getting new views of the world instilled into their children.
Bookstore, London School Scotland Spetses, GreeceGenesisยท genยทeยทsis ยท /jenษsษs/ ยท noun
At the tender age of six, Graci has her first instance of accidental magic. Her favourite cat {Terpsichore} was yet a kitten at the time, and had gotten herself into the ago old predicament |  |
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Camaraderie ยท caยทmaยทraยทdeยทrie ยท /kรคm(ษ)หradษrฤ,หkam(ษ)หrรคdษrฤ/ ยท noun- mutual trust and friendship among people who spend a lot of time together.
->"a genuine camaraderie on the broom racing team"
 โโโโโโLottieโโโโโโ | Charlotte Winfield{Indelible}inยทdelยทiยทble ยท /inหdelษb(ษ)l/ ยท adjective impossible to forget or remove. โโโโwhy are you highlighting here? โ-> The experience left an indelible impression on the young student. |
Jarden Ardelis{Selcouth}selยทcouth ยท /หsษlหkuหฮธ/ ยท adjective
Archaic: Unusual, strange, or rarely known; also, marvelous or wondrous. โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ -> The museum curator discovered a selcouth relic with an unearthly glow. |  โโโโโJayโโโโโ |
 โโโโโAzzโโโโโ | Azzure Solace{Nominal}nomยทiยทnal ยท /หnษหmษชnl/ ยท adjective existing as something in name only, rather than in reality. โโwhy are you highlighting here? โ-> "their friendship was of the nominal sort; simply there, not of substance" |
Kaitlyn Connor{Eunoia}euยทnoiยทa ยท /yooหnษษชษ/ ยท noun a pure and well-balanced mind; a state of goodwill and beautiful thinking. โโโโwhy are you highlighting here? โ->"the meditation retreat helped her cultivate a sense of eunoia before returning to her busy life." |  โโโโโKaitโโโโโ |
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RP Name Ideas so I don't forget!:
A Life Recaptured
Sparrows and Sorrow
Wanting for Somewhere
Masks and Blue Faces
Seraphic
Oh, to be Ineffable
To lose our 'Muchness'
Our Distant Stars
Such is a Fierce Dislike
Golden Wings and Fated Things
What the Sorrow Sees
A Life Recaptured
Sparrows and Sorrow
Wanting for Somewhere
Masks and Blue Faces
Seraphic
Oh, to be Ineffable
To lose our 'Muchness'
Our Distant Stars
Such is a Fierce Dislike
Golden Wings and Fated Things
What the Sorrow Sees
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Ubiquitous ยท ubiqยทuiยทtous ยท yoo-BIK-wih-tihs ยท adjective
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ Tis I! Graci's Authour<3 Y'all can call me LeaBel, Lea, Bel, or just Graci:) {Note: none of these are my real name nor reminiscent of it.} I am under 18, though {I like to think} unfortunately mature for my age. I have horrendous communication skills, so please bear with me. Both my owls and DMs are always open, so feel free to reach out. Threads are also open, but only if you have an idea because my mind is barren in that respect. Have a good day and thank you for taking the time to read through Graci's ency. I coded it myself so it's not that great. |  โโโโโโโโโโโโโ |
Pronouns: She/Her Age: ??<18 Alias: LeaBel/Lea/Bel | Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Drawing, Piano Timezone: UTC-5 {Summer} / UTC-6 {Winter} |
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Her twin sister, Zoe, usually got the both of them in trouble at school. Chaotic and fiery while Graci tried to make herself smaller. Not because her personality was smaller, but because there was a lot to handle with Zoe, and she didn't want to be a bother.
She had two best friends, Makayli and Lindin, who were some of her favourite people. While Zoe didn't like them too much {she said they didn't appreciate reading enough} Graci thought they were amazing. Lindin quiet and thoughtful, Makayli with enough Street smarts to become anyone she wanted to be. With people skills Graci envied.
Now Graci doesn't see any of her old people much at all. Between the school year at Hogwarts and Summer camp, she only got one week in Greece. The only good thing was getting to spend time with her friends over the three-ish weeks she had free in the summer.
Graci, Zoe, and their mother had always been people of hyper fixations. One week it was Greek Mythology, the next it was fantasy map making with rice. Most of her younger years were filled with trying to keep up with what the current one was.
She and Zoe attended the same muggle school as Makayli and Lindin {hence their friendship}, because their parents figured they'd have plenty of time in the wizard world once they were eleven, and they had always been for getting new views of the world instilled into their children.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, / And sorry I could not travel both / And be one traveler, long I stood
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And looked down one as far as I could / To where it bent in the undergrowth;
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And looked down one as far as I could / To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, / And having perhaps the better claim, / Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
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Though as for that the passing there / Had worn them really about the same,
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A stranger comes panting down the lane, waving you down with a breathless smile.
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Hello there, weary traveller. Have you come here to read of someone else's journey? Never fear. Sit down for a cup of tea and let's talk for a while.
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Though as for that the passing there / Had worn them really about the same,
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And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.  | Travel Itenerary
~Stops along the road~ |  I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iโ I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. |
A stranger comes panting down the lane, waving you down with a breathless smile.
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Hello there, weary traveller. Have you come here to read of someone else's journey? Never fear. Sit down for a cup of tea and let's talk for a while.
 xxxxxxxxxxxxx | x | Before - The Road Behind - Backstory Was any of it real? or was your love a lie? / Don't tell me the truth or i'll cry  Jarden Grew up on The Isle of Divination in Nephila Pilipes {also the name of a spider}. He was born to Camilla and Haagian Ardelis on the 26th of February in 2013 with a twin sister, Mayah {Mayah's older}. Being the youngest of six children, he and Mayah were both a little overlooked and got a lot of attention depending on the day. He was a genuinely adventurous child, hanging out with his sister and best friend {they they don't talk a lot anymore}. Plants had always been fascinating to him, leading into the discovery of his plant journal where he takes a plant and makes it sound more magical. Being a metamorphmagus was also a big part of his childhood, showing some of his friends how he could change some strands of his hair different colours {though he wasn't too proficient in actually controlling it}. Having a lot of siblings, he was rarely bored, always having someone to bother {when he wasn't learning with the clan, before being taken up by a Dunkun at eleven}. Tallinn was his favourite to bother, when he wasn't learning, that was. While they had the largest age gap between all the siblings they were the most like each other, a thing that only came more apparent from over time. |  xxxxxx |
When one couldn't find Jarden, they either looked outside, or waited twenty minutes till he came back from whatever part of the island he was exploring. He was hard to contain in one place for more than an hour or so at a time, preferring to peruse knowledge on his own terms than on someone else's. Jarden was usually good about telling his parents or teacher/dunkun when he was going somewhere, but occasionally someone else on the island ended up finding him a telling him he had to go back home before his mother started worrying. | x |  "Family [...] Loyalty [...] Content [...]" |  His childhood was comprised of plants, laughter, and family, though not necessarily in that order. Family was the thing he was taught to value most in the world, loyalty and being content where life put you were two close runner ups. Now, he is a student at Tenลฉsa, finding himself and his own beliefs. |
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโ |  ---------------A Fork in the RoadHe got angry, as most six-year-olds doโfurious, reallyโbecause some of his brother's friends were laughing at him. His hair had turned bright pink, and no matter how hard he concentrated, it wouldnโt go back. In a burst of frustration, the nearby Strangler Figs, roots reaching out like fingers, suddenly came to life. Vines and branches shot forward, hoisting the teasing boys into the air. It took an hour, a very worried sibling, and three adults to get them untangled from the limbs. |
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 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx    Extra Pair of Glasses, Wand, & Bag #Explorer | โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โถBracelets from His sister Mayah. Sort of a keepsake. Rarely is off his person.    | x |  Jarden is a kind boy, one prone to solitude and being rather awkward and shy around other. On the flip side, once he does get to know a person better heโs quite friendly and outgoing, going in the direction of either philisophical or non-stop laughter and jokes. There is no in between. He grew up with the teaching that family is more important than anything else. Naturally, he is quite loyal to both his blood family, and those he accepts into his life as something akin to family. And while he knows family is most important, he longs for travel. He cannot get enough of the world, and can hardly experience it all within the clutches of his family, never letting him stray too far. This leads to a sort of restlessness, always going further away, coming back later, and getting irritable when in one place for too long. |
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This is an idea for an adult character that I randomly had, though I likely wont ever join staff lol
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 { age. } 25 { occupation. } bartender, etc. { gender. } She/Her | O h e n e m y, d o I t e r r i f y ? |
 Sea Salt, caramel, parchement { amortenia. } Blindness { boggart. } No { thestrals. } Unknown { favourite book. } Fara-lee { middle name. } 04.14.2000 { birthday. } "A deep desire to return to the sea." |
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overly hot weather, sticky hands, sympathy, disloyalty, flashing lights { dislikes. }goodbye, lover
Shreya is an objectively pretty girl. Blue eyes, voluminous obsidian curls, and a small smattering of freckles across her nose. Relatively tall, though leaning on average, expected to reach 5'5. She received her mother's features, right down to an almost identical eye color. While her mother is quite vain, Shreya could care less what she looks likeโaside from her curls, which she takes care of with an almost obsessive precision. Often she has hoop earrings and, occasionally, the odd assortment of bangles around her arms. Her preference is baggy clothes and darker/neutral colors. | โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ | โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ   |
| { residence. } Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada { wand. } 00,0 cm Aspen Wood and Rogarou Hair | The wind is gentle. We breathe the scent of water. |
"...I write 'I am the ocean' I mean (I am a soundless grief) (I am always reaching for shore; always trying to escape my body) (I am in between land; in between homes) (I have no land to call home) (I am to busy governing my own grief, too busy keeping everything else alive)..." |
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When she had newly turned nine and had her first instance, things were tense in the DeMalscus household. Delilah wanted to keep her home and continue schooling as normal, with the thinking that magic was like a muscle. Raymond, however, wished to send her to Ilvermorny. There, she could learn to use her magic in a safe environment and decide for herself whether she wanted to accept it or not. Delilah's parents had been extremely religious and kicked her out of the house as soon as they legally could; magic didn't always mesh well with everyone. Reymond and Delilah did eventually come to the decision to allow her to go. When she turned 16, however, she could decide to stay or not. The tense feeling didn't dissipate.
Shreya did attend Ilvermorny at eleven, sorted into Horned Serpent, same as her parents. She adored learning about magic more than anything. Her wand soon became her most prized possession, and an affinity for duelling soon began to grow. Delilah was less than pleased.
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By sixteen, she had decided to stay, for better or for worse. Her magic proficiency was only growing, and her school work only getting harder and harder. Shrey's parents didn't hear from her much during her last two years. Then again, no one ever heard much from her. After school she mainly worked as a bartender at her father's jazz club, occasionally subbing in for the live performance on the saxophone.
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Quotes! This isn't necessary, and honestly just for my own use, but also you guys can see a little bit of how I see Graci.
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"In her grandest form, she was covered in gold, iridescent jewels flowing. In her greatest form, she was barefoot in white cotton, the river-drenched skirts and grass stains her only adornment."
โณGraci is a wild child when alone. Definitely the type for finery as well as homey skirts and dresses that she can go frolicking through flower fields in.
"Still, there is this terrible desire to be loved. Still, there is this horror at being left behind."
โณGraci has, you guessed it, attachment issues. Her greatest want is merely to belong, or be wanted in return. Being dismissed or left behind is one of her greatest fears.
"Roses, full-hearted as of old [...] Lie here, and with them, daintily, Frail scattered petals, crimson, gold, Drift to the feet of you and me Unfaded- even such vain, brief things (roses of Paestum, Helen's tears) As lover loves, and poet sings
โณJust pretty words:)
Astravoe [as-truh-vor]
[n.] A soul that keeps feeding on hope even after dissapointment- light- hungry, resilient, unbreakable.
โณ A romantisizer at her core, Graci's being relies on hope.
You know, we thank some people for merely living at the same time as we do. I thank you for that fact that I met you, that I will remember you for all my life.
โณGraci loves relatively unashamedly. She, like me, would occasionally feel the need to say thank you to someone for no particular reason other than that they are alive despite it all.
"Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.
โณGraci longs dearly for a sense of self. For someone to notice her in her opinions and choices, to truly be seen. A self insert? Why, I do not believe I could write a character without some of myself slipping in.
"Ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand, and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move when you're asleep and there are no words for that."
โณGraci's childhood centered around words, and love is her favourite one.
"I want a home mostly just to welcome people into it. There will be bowls of candy for guests, and the cookie jar is full. I'll always say 'i was just about to make a coffee/tea/cocoa, would you like one?' when somebody walks in. There's lemonade and iced tea made fresh on hot days. Once it hits that hour and start saying they really should be going, I'll remind them that the futon is always open, and i'm making cinnamon rolls tomorrow. There's always champagne and sparkling juice hidden on a high shelf just in case somebody announces their engagement or their pregnancy or their new job while here. There is an extra chair in the living room, at the table, and on the deck, and it's for you. I want to be able to say 'if you're ever in trouble, come to me.'"
โณA bit of Graci's Hestia inspiration shining through. She longs to be the safe place others have. Even though her childhood always had a safe place, she knows that not everyone has that luxury.
"She was dreadfully romantic. She reads too many novels and carried her ideal world wherever she went."
โณAgain, touching on her tendencies towards romanticism, not taking the world at face value as it is.
"To romantisize the world is to make us aware of the magic, mystery, and wonder of the world; it is to educate the senses to see the ordinary as extraordinary, the familiar as strange, the mundane as sacred, the finite as infinite."
โณHow Graci would think if someone called her Delusional. They'd be right, of course, but there is something so rose-colored about the world that is enticing, no?
"But good God, what's wrong with me, after all? What am I missing? Why this emptiness, this nostalgia? What is this anxiety, as if I only loved something I didn't know?"
โณWith self inflicted ignorance comes feelings such as this. Anxiety and emptiness.
"I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'rpmantic' doesn't mean 'sugary'. It's dark and tormented- the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain."
โณAgain, singing the same song as the others. As she grows older, though, some of the darker things will seep into her version of beautiful, as they so often do.
"I watched the lines arrive around my eyes like engraved sunbursts; it was like watching flowers open in time-lapse on a windowsill."
โณ Graci is eternally scared of growing old. Like she won't have enough time. Never enough. Eventually, she will come to gracefully accept it, but not any time soon.
"Because no one is here to love me, I make tea for myself and leave the radio playing."
โณGraci gets quite lonely, when not home. She has friends, of course, but not quite real, ride or die ones. {yet.}
"The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. FIVE fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. if we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world."
โณSomething Graci would appreciate.
"A woman who is art cannot be replicated. You cannot trace an image of her soul and make it your own. She runs deeper than the eye- she's a feeling."
โณIn another life, Graci is a muse to one whose art is their very soul.
"My rich life? A husband who is my best friend. The laughter of healthy children. Friends who are like family. A quiet mind, at peace. A warm, loving home."
โณTo want such soft things does not make one weak or lacking in hopes, dreams, or aspirations. Do not look down upon those with wants and longings different than your own. {I have to tell this to myself. Were i not the writer, I would wonder why she would want something so mundane. To have children and get married, for I do not want those things. Everyone is different, and that's okay.}
"She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that's one of the reasons why they did."
โณ Graci might not get the most extraordinary life, but we forget that live itself is a gift.
"I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that make me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we."
โณGraci is, without a doubt, one who thinks 'I can fix him'. Unfortunately. She probably could, but she is also aware enough to realize that someone does not need to be 'fixed' only loved.
"There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship."
โณSelf-explanitory.
More tba<333
These will be some shorter quotes, no explaination needed, or things that have already been mentioned in previous musings.
"We played romance like a remembered ritual."
"I am a prisoner of a fairy-tale. My own softness chokes me."
"There was a golden heaviness about her face, to look on it was like watching honey drop slowly from a spoon."
"A certain look, she had, sometimes, of absolute sweetness and absolute gravity, as if her eyes might pierce appearances and see your soul."
"Yes, I deserve a spring; I owe nobody nothing."
"The past beats inside me, like a second heart."
"Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground."
"And I didn't want to be alone at all. I wanted to be with you."
"I once knew a girl whose moods hinged on the color of the sky. When it was gray, so were her eyes."
"I ached to be pretty." {So valid though}
"I do not desire mediocre love. I want to drown in someone."
"She's a mess of gorgeous chaos, and you can see it in her eyes."
"She was a love letter girl in a double-tap world."
"You deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable."
"It was a long time ago. it doesn't matter anymore. And yet I cannot let it go. I cannot let it go."
"Some years are for growing, but this one, this one is for blooming."
"Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favourite."
"This user is made from flowers and poetry."
"You are as layer on layer of a body composed of nothing but light."
โณGraci is a wild child when alone. Definitely the type for finery as well as homey skirts and dresses that she can go frolicking through flower fields in.
"Still, there is this terrible desire to be loved. Still, there is this horror at being left behind."
โณGraci has, you guessed it, attachment issues. Her greatest want is merely to belong, or be wanted in return. Being dismissed or left behind is one of her greatest fears.
"Roses, full-hearted as of old [...] Lie here, and with them, daintily, Frail scattered petals, crimson, gold, Drift to the feet of you and me Unfaded- even such vain, brief things (roses of Paestum, Helen's tears) As lover loves, and poet sings
โณJust pretty words:)
Astravoe [as-truh-vor]
[n.] A soul that keeps feeding on hope even after dissapointment- light- hungry, resilient, unbreakable.
โณ A romantisizer at her core, Graci's being relies on hope.
You know, we thank some people for merely living at the same time as we do. I thank you for that fact that I met you, that I will remember you for all my life.
โณGraci loves relatively unashamedly. She, like me, would occasionally feel the need to say thank you to someone for no particular reason other than that they are alive despite it all.
"Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It's all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.
โณGraci longs dearly for a sense of self. For someone to notice her in her opinions and choices, to truly be seen. A self insert? Why, I do not believe I could write a character without some of myself slipping in.
"Ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand, and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move when you're asleep and there are no words for that."
โณGraci's childhood centered around words, and love is her favourite one.
"I want a home mostly just to welcome people into it. There will be bowls of candy for guests, and the cookie jar is full. I'll always say 'i was just about to make a coffee/tea/cocoa, would you like one?' when somebody walks in. There's lemonade and iced tea made fresh on hot days. Once it hits that hour and start saying they really should be going, I'll remind them that the futon is always open, and i'm making cinnamon rolls tomorrow. There's always champagne and sparkling juice hidden on a high shelf just in case somebody announces their engagement or their pregnancy or their new job while here. There is an extra chair in the living room, at the table, and on the deck, and it's for you. I want to be able to say 'if you're ever in trouble, come to me.'"
โณA bit of Graci's Hestia inspiration shining through. She longs to be the safe place others have. Even though her childhood always had a safe place, she knows that not everyone has that luxury.
"She was dreadfully romantic. She reads too many novels and carried her ideal world wherever she went."
โณAgain, touching on her tendencies towards romanticism, not taking the world at face value as it is.
"To romantisize the world is to make us aware of the magic, mystery, and wonder of the world; it is to educate the senses to see the ordinary as extraordinary, the familiar as strange, the mundane as sacred, the finite as infinite."
โณHow Graci would think if someone called her Delusional. They'd be right, of course, but there is something so rose-colored about the world that is enticing, no?
"But good God, what's wrong with me, after all? What am I missing? Why this emptiness, this nostalgia? What is this anxiety, as if I only loved something I didn't know?"
โณWith self inflicted ignorance comes feelings such as this. Anxiety and emptiness.
"I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because 'rpmantic' doesn't mean 'sugary'. It's dark and tormented- the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can't attain."
โณAgain, singing the same song as the others. As she grows older, though, some of the darker things will seep into her version of beautiful, as they so often do.
"I watched the lines arrive around my eyes like engraved sunbursts; it was like watching flowers open in time-lapse on a windowsill."
โณ Graci is eternally scared of growing old. Like she won't have enough time. Never enough. Eventually, she will come to gracefully accept it, but not any time soon.
"Because no one is here to love me, I make tea for myself and leave the radio playing."
โณGraci gets quite lonely, when not home. She has friends, of course, but not quite real, ride or die ones. {yet.}
"The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. FIVE fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. if we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world."
โณSomething Graci would appreciate.
"A woman who is art cannot be replicated. You cannot trace an image of her soul and make it your own. She runs deeper than the eye- she's a feeling."
โณIn another life, Graci is a muse to one whose art is their very soul.
"My rich life? A husband who is my best friend. The laughter of healthy children. Friends who are like family. A quiet mind, at peace. A warm, loving home."
โณTo want such soft things does not make one weak or lacking in hopes, dreams, or aspirations. Do not look down upon those with wants and longings different than your own. {I have to tell this to myself. Were i not the writer, I would wonder why she would want something so mundane. To have children and get married, for I do not want those things. Everyone is different, and that's okay.}
"She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that's one of the reasons why they did."
โณ Graci might not get the most extraordinary life, but we forget that live itself is a gift.
"I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that make me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we."
โณGraci is, without a doubt, one who thinks 'I can fix him'. Unfortunately. She probably could, but she is also aware enough to realize that someone does not need to be 'fixed' only loved.
"There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship."
โณSelf-explanitory.
More tba<333
These will be some shorter quotes, no explaination needed, or things that have already been mentioned in previous musings.
"We played romance like a remembered ritual."
"I am a prisoner of a fairy-tale. My own softness chokes me."
"There was a golden heaviness about her face, to look on it was like watching honey drop slowly from a spoon."
"A certain look, she had, sometimes, of absolute sweetness and absolute gravity, as if her eyes might pierce appearances and see your soul."
"Yes, I deserve a spring; I owe nobody nothing."
"The past beats inside me, like a second heart."
"Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground."
"And I didn't want to be alone at all. I wanted to be with you."
"I once knew a girl whose moods hinged on the color of the sky. When it was gray, so were her eyes."
"I ached to be pretty." {So valid though}
"I do not desire mediocre love. I want to drown in someone."
"She's a mess of gorgeous chaos, and you can see it in her eyes."
"She was a love letter girl in a double-tap world."
"You deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable."
"It was a long time ago. it doesn't matter anymore. And yet I cannot let it go. I cannot let it go."
"Some years are for growing, but this one, this one is for blooming."
"Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favourite."
"This user is made from flowers and poetry."
"You are as layer on layer of a body composed of nothing but light."
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Graci's Gallery
Hello lovelies. I have been trying something new!
And these are my attempts at floating banners {ofc credits to the OG floating banner creator}. The quality got so bombed when I removed the background x-x
{for R.J. Rowell, found in Soliloquies of the Woodland}
{For Rhea Serra-Coromines, found both in this dump and Soliloquies of the Woodland}
Made for me if I was a hio character
For Meiyu Xiang, unbeknownst to her. like literally I didn't tell x-x
For elena clark's {maybe} next gen!
For angel dayes! Got bored so... yeah. free will, y'know?
And My sweet graci doesn't get enough love from me
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And these are my attempts at floating banners {ofc credits to the OG floating banner creator}. The quality got so bombed when I removed the background x-x
{for R.J. Rowell, found in Soliloquies of the Woodland}
{For Rhea Serra-Coromines, found both in this dump and Soliloquies of the Woodland}
Made for me if I was a hio character
For Meiyu Xiang, unbeknownst to her. like literally I didn't tell x-x
For elena clark's {maybe} next gen!
For angel dayes! Got bored so... yeah. free will, y'know?
And My sweet graci doesn't get enough love from me
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Graci's Gallery
I am aware the images are messed up, but I merely wanted to get this out of my drafts<333
Vespera Venus Teague had always been a creative, artistic child. From screaming the beautiful song of life right out of the womb to making portraits in spilled baby food. Her parents were less than enthused most of the time, but fully supported her passions. Food messes aside. She was born on May 13th, 20XX to Lyra and Caelum Teague
Supposedly, Vespera had two older sisters. Danica and Marliene. She never knew them, had never seen them, and hardly heard their names mentioned. dead, missing, off to a mysterious school. Any would have been plausible with the little amount of information Vespera had. However, she did have two younger brothers to distract her from wondering where her sisters could have been. Atlas and Castor were forces of nature; like their sister, but much more destructive.
Cousins; Vega, Indi, Nisha, and Thalassa
Aesthetic -full cigarette packs she never uses, metal stairwells, red lipstick on mirrors, midnight panic attacks, rings for days, ancient opera houses, old book collection, leather jackets, apathy incarnate, painfully human, airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars, skyscrapers lit in the dark, self defense, corridors to nowhere, messy up-dos, compact mirrors, tearfelt longing, motivational newspapers, mystery novels, childlike wonder and pain, curse words
 โโโโโ |   The seats are empty. The theatre is dark. Why do you keep acting?I'm hiding myself.๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ; ๐๐๐ ๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐ & ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ |  โโโโโ |
| โโโโโโโโโโ | SONG CREDITS ; Elena Clark, Valour Argentum, Isa Flores, Stella Bianchi, Evpraksiya Vinogradova, Fire Davies, Esme Hestridge, Draven Mirador, Lucille Rosenhart, Camille De Varenne, Lorenzo Vincenti | โโโโโโโโโโโ |
Supposedly, Vespera had two older sisters. Danica and Marliene. She never knew them, had never seen them, and hardly heard their names mentioned. dead, missing, off to a mysterious school. Any would have been plausible with the little amount of information Vespera had. However, she did have two younger brothers to distract her from wondering where her sisters could have been. Atlas and Castor were forces of nature; like their sister, but much more destructive.
Cousins; Vega, Indi, Nisha, and Thalassa
Aesthetic -full cigarette packs she never uses, metal stairwells, red lipstick on mirrors, midnight panic attacks, rings for days, ancient opera houses, old book collection, leather jackets, apathy incarnate, painfully human, airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars, skyscrapers lit in the dark, self defense, corridors to nowhere, messy up-dos, compact mirrors, tearfelt longing, motivational newspapers, mystery novels, childlike wonder and pain, curse words
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Nรบria has always been hard to describe. She shares most of her qualities with her father. A few of those being her analytical tendencies, melancholy prone thinking process, and need for solitude. But she also hates lies and bending the truth, where her father exists in the grey area of that matter. Above all else, she will be truthful or say nothing, and her trust is very hard to regain if you've lied to her. An unreasonably anxious girl who has been driven to taking up solo hobbies to avoid embarrassing herself. A bright girl, nonetheless, quite academically driven. The epitome of 'no one is thinking about you because they are too busy thinking about themselves'. |
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 | | | Much to both her mother's dismay and joy, Rhea looks much like her father. The same blonde hair, though Nรบria's is a shade lighter, and lithe frame, no matter how much or little they eat. Rhea and Laia share the same color eyes, but the former's still have the same expressions as her father. Average for her age, around 144 cm, but expected to grow to 165 cm. She has delicate facial features much like her mother, though her resting face has none of the same warmth. (#RBF) She only has two simple piercings in her ears, and is never seen without a thin necklace, holding a small silver key at the end. In the summers there are faint freckles across the bridge of her nose, but other than that merely pale skin, similar to her father, as always. " saints have radiantly empty eyes " |
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