Welcome to Fairy Tail RPG, where your visions come true through your words. You control the destiny of your character. Do you have what it takes to bring the world to order or chaos?
It has came to our attention, per say, that your new book got to be quite popular among mystery lovers, even more so with the direction you have taken. However, we are quite worried with some of the news we have received, or maybe it's better if I say didn't receive.
You've been silent for so long, Mr. Heartfelt.
The draft of the book you've sent us suddenly has omitted parts that are making us quite worried; and those "witch" rumors we've been hearing about are not helping...
-Thomas C.
Personal
Name: Vivianna Mystcreek
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Class: Hierophant
Rank: D-rank
Guild: Guildless
Tattoo: Between shoulder blades, gold.
Face: Beatrice - Umineko no Naku Koro Ni
Appearance
Height: 158cm
Weight: 50kg
Hair: Amber
Eyes: Blue
Overall: Elegance, dignity, femininity and mystery.
These are the auras that surround this woman.
Her steps seem calculated, her smile rare and modest, her dress of high quality and seemingly enchanted to never get dirty. He hair sometimes tied and braided, sometimes let down in flocks that move with the most gentle of winds. Her skin obviously shown attention to, her make up never too much, usually never.
This woman seems to be self confident, but eyes that sometimes lose their light when they look far speak of different things.
For a second there, you could swear you saw a golden butterfly around her, but it was probably just your imagination.
Extra: Her blood has the appearance of ink. This grants her no benefits nor detriments. Vampires can feed from it as it was normal, albeit it would probably be messier.
Personality
Personality: If this woman didn't have her fancy dress, she probably wouldn't draw any attention at all. With her lightweight frame, slow movements and silence, she seems to be content with just disappearing through the crowd. However, with her elegant aura, it also might be hard to give her no second thought if you were to spot her. Her shoulders are straight and this is a woman who believes in herself, even if she can't always show it.
With friends, while she seems to be much more upbeat and outgoing, yet fearing that she may lose people she made close bonds with, she struggles mentally where to be open and where to be her usual self. Being open is spiritually exhausting to her, and outside of her comfort area.
Vivianna is a pained woman who is trying to move on from a lot of things while trying to discover herself, which is the reason for her subtle nature. However one shouldn't think that that's all there is to her, for she isn't a two dimensional character and wasn't even written as one in the book. Behind her quiet face lies a woman of jokes and pranks, riddles and tongue twisters. Vivianna loves expressing herself when she feels completely secure and sometimes it's too jarring for people to see this other side of her, and unbelievable that they melt together in such a harmony.
All in all, Vivianna is a person who will laugh with you and at you, easily gets embarrassed, has many masks that she puts on willingly as she is trying to find a path for herself, who will talk about life with you as you look at the city from afar or if you are under the rain. She is someone who will lock you in a room while you are sleeping filled with notes pointing to where the key is as she taunts you from behind the door, with a wicked laugh unfitting of her face. She is someone who will quietly read books with you in a nice evening. She is someone who will invite you to her vivid imagination and stories, and even give you a role there. She is someone who will fight to the deep end for her friends and try to martyr their pains- for she feels undeserving when compared to people with red blood. She is the person who walks quietly down the street in the rain among the people as the only person without an umbrella, and deep, deep down, she is someone who is crying without knowing why.
Likes:
Reading and Writing Vivianna is an avid reader, especially crime and mystery genres. At many points of the day she can be found crawled next to her book pile going through them, and same amount of times writing drafts and short stories, as well as character bios for characters she wants to use in her own books. This hobby comes from the fact that she wants to be an accomplished and recognized author one day, and from the fact that she was also written.
Music and Poetry This woman is always heard humming made up melodies on the spot and sometimes even writing lyrics to them, along with writing poems and reciting some lines that she had come up with by herself to fully make them perfect in her own sense and to find the right rhymes. She most enjoys non-vocal music, however and is quite a fan of upbeat melodies that use old and classical instruments and chords.
Rain If it's raining, there is a high chance this girl will be outside, directly under the pouring, getting soaked. Rain washes away a lot of things, and as flawed creatures as humans are, sometimes, even if it is a just a single second, that relinquishment of past sins and pains are to be cherished, like Vivianna does.
Dislikes:
Unnecessary Violence Vivianna was never hurt, abused or anything alike, the memories and flashbacks violence brings to her are much different than what a person who had gone through such things would experience. It is as if seeing a person you want to forget, seeing a place you never want to visit but more likely having to wear clothes you swore you would never wear again. She was once forced to act in a horrible way towards people who did not deserve it.
Motivations:
Accomplished Author Vivianna wants to write books that will grab readers by their soul and drag them in to their stories for them to escape their reality and have an enjoyable time. She spends most of her time practicing writing and more, and given her magic is directly affected by her writing skill, it gives her much more determination to get better at it.
Polar Love This woman seeks someone who is quite different than her to share her life with, but not necessarily someone evil or extremely brash. Her story was written in such a way that her horrendous acts were stopped by love, and so is deeply ingrained within her.
Ah, the humanity Vivianna seeks to let go of her past. Her inkblood is a forever memory of her roots. She wants to see her blood dripping red before she perishes.
Fears:
Inkblood Vivianna is scared of bleeding, not because of pain or any phobia, but because she is scared by the color of her blood and how people might judge her. No one would probably think directly what she is, but fears are most often than not, rational in the first place.
Inevitable Fate Vivianna was made to be a murderer to someone's story, and she could barely escape from it. The fear that this is someone she cannot escape and the pushed down feelings will one day re-emerge, this time in the real world out of all places, is something quite unnerving to her. Yet despite this, she has no problems with reading mystery and crime novels.
Magic
Magic Name: Phantasmagoria
Magic Element: Water
Magic Description: Now in control of her life, Vivianna's magic is more than just a gift, but a reminder and a symbol for her state of life. No longer is she written into the pages of a mystery book, she is in control and is directly writing her own tale. To show this, her magic takes the form of colorful ink that she can manipulate herself. While the magic carries attributes of water, it does not always look like it's using water, which alludes to Vivianna's past and the aspect of illusion and making things seem like what they are not. This magic does not however, create illusions.
Phantasmagoria as the name suggest is based first and mostly on trickery, dreams and confusing the opponent. The magic's appearance is very dynamic, a red butterfly suddenly can be a long chain. This is thanks to the fact that it's actually ink being manipulated into shapes.
With this magic, Vivianna is capable of healing others, trickery with supplementary spells, buffing allies and de-buffing the enemies. This symbolizes her in-book character, who was a normal human who tricked people into believing that she was a witch.
History
History:
First she opened my chest, And searched for my heart. But it wasn't there, It never was.
Then she ripped my head, And looked for my brain. But it wasn't there, It never was.
The person that is killing me, She looks exactly like me. I wish she knew, that things she was looking for, They were inside her already.
Heartfelt Agony:
A. Q. Heartfelt, a quiet person who made himself known with his past life as a mage, and then re-known after his retirement as a splendid author of many mystery and crime novels. He didn't talk much, and always seemed to be content stuck in his little dimly lit room, writing away stories all day long- except for food, toilet and smoke breaks. His clothes seemed to be all old, but he didn't need stylish clothes. He barely went out. All he really needed was done by his servants who had known him for a long time.
So he just stayed there.
Writing.
And after he finished his latest book, he went quiet.
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"I've received the latest draft from Mr. Heartfelt. Something feels really off this time however, as he didn't write any personal letters, and just posted us the book itself." Spoke Thomas as he walked down the hall with his assistant walking behind him. "Well, sir, maybe he wants the book to speak for itself!" the assistant said. Thomas laughed but didn't say anything. He knew very well what kind of man Heartfelt was. That kind of action wouldn't be something he'd do.
Phantasmagoria Before The Rain:
She stood there under the rain once more. Her white shirt covered in blood, her black skirt had red stripes on it, but due to her being covered in gore, one couldn't tell which lines were fabric, and which lines used to belong to living. Her story would be over soon; once again, the man he was in love with would walk towards her, saw what she had done and try to talk to her. They would confess, and after that, she would point the rifle on her hand to her neck and shoot herself.
This had happened so many times.
People stuck in a repeating event wouldn't understand why she would do what she was doing, but they wouldn't think that she had tried other means possible. She had awoken with one goal, a goal supported with many different emotions, memories, reasons, pains and losses. It wasn't a command nor something simply placed in her mind, no, it was something that she was built around. All of her thoughts would eventually orbit around that same group of memories and reasons she held in her hand, and as if that collective group had became her brain, they'd control the body to commit murder.
She didn't even remember at first what she was doing. Every story would end the same, but that didn't mean that she was aware of the repeating. A trap set here, a puddle of oil there, a spare key, a button behind the bookshelf, a forced accomplished later silenced, all of these would spin together to weave the tale of a ghastly witch, one she would use as a veil to hide herself within.
No one would see her truly until the very end, only the one she loved would, and there would be the ending point of their story, until she woke up again, desiring to murder.
But one day, her fist victim didn't have red blood, she had black blood. With the sight of that, memories started floordng back.
Elegy For The Benevolent Sinner :
As he was looking at the woman in front of her, A. Q. Heartfelt collapsed on his kneed and started crying. The woman looked angry, but confused at the same time. "How many times have I--" he tried to speak, but more he spoke, more he realized what he was doing. The woman just stared at him for a while. Heartfelt stopped sobbing after a while and looked at the woman in the eyes. "Please, end their suffering, for if I am gone, surely the magic will also stop."
The woman looked at him for a while, then softly nodded
Relinquished Truths:
Thomas dropped the file in his hand when magic council patrol blasted the door down.
A couple of hours ago, he had worn his glasses to look at Mr. Heartfelt's newest book, but something was very wrong, for many pages, and even paragraphs were suddenly gone from the text. He tried to remember if this was always the case, but as if his memory was wiped, he was more frustrated then anything else. Heartfelt was a dear friend to him, and at point, something more, despite them keeping their formal faces up when around each other and their letters. He knew about his past, a twisted one indeed, and knew what he was capable of back in the day when they were comrades. Seeing the missing parts in the draft were quite anxiety inducing.
So when he heard rumors regarding the Witch of The Q. Manor, he was worried to say the least. Weird tricks left and right, puddles of colorful ink, keys disappearing from the butlers' pockets etc. Many started to believe that the manor was haunted, but Thomas was worried, very worried.
So he went there, the house service was like they always were, no one had came in, no one had came out, but the weird occurrences had lessened up a bit. Heartfelt had made no requests that day and hadn't even have breakfast. He had his silent days so the workers didn't really think anything of it. That wasn't the case for Thomas who already had a fiery terror swirling in his stomach.
His door was locked, fearing the worst, he contacted the council.
And when the door, which was locked from within, was burst open, Mr. Heartfelt was found lying on the ground, on a puddle of his own blood, pierced by a crossbow.
Despite Thomas' claims, it was seen as suicide.
Someone Innocent Died Here Yesterday:
Vivianna cried as she ran.
She wanted to forget all of what happened. What he had done, the fact that he didn't know, the fact that she didn't wanna murder, the fact that she had to, the fact that all of these had happened in such a series of events that they left her sanity barely hanging in there; she wanted to forget all of it.
She knew she had the power. But she had to leat out a single cry.
So she fell on her knees and started crying, she liked to think that her tears carried her past, that she was leaving it behind into the soil.
And then, it began to rain.
Reference: Baron
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