Antlia Quick Facts Race: Ethaefal [Inarta] Gender: Female Age: 1 actual; late twenties apparently [22 actual; early teens apparently] Height: 6'1'' [5'5''] Weight: 135 lbs [110 lbs] Birthday: 21 Spring, 515. Birthplace: Zeltiva Languages: Common (fluent), Nari (Basic) Character Parameters Information in [brackets] references Antlia while not in Celestial form Hair & Eyes: Spring: Gray, streaks of very light blue hair; Faded white horns that curl in a bun beside her head; Bright, violet eyes Summer: Vibrant black hair; Dark, forest green horns that curl in a bun beside her head; Bright violet eyes Fall: Bright gold, streaks of crimson hair; Canary yellow horns that curl in a bun beside her head; Bright violet eyes Winter: Faded white, almost gray hair; Dark violet horns that curl in a bun beside her head; Bright violet eyes [Bright red hair; Bright green eyes] Physical: Like all Ethaefal, Antlia comes close to the embodiment of beauty while the dim rays of the moon touch her marble skin. Pale like the moon and smooth like water, her skin is blemish free and highlighted with a healthy blush around her joints and high cheek bones. While all of her body is considered to be stunning, her face is where the true beauty lies. With wide, bright eyes, a rounded, soft face, and delicate lips, she appears to be decidedly of age, but hits of youth give her an ageless charm. Her body, tall and curvy, looks as though she was chiselled from the most beautiful stone by Semele herself. Antlia's body is not overly exaggerated to the point of being sexualized, but rather has a sort of modest beauty to it. Her breasts are only moderately sized, enough for anyone to decide her gender but small enough to be hidden by baggy clothing, and they compliment her slender frame. As for her hair, it shifts with the seasons. Though the color changes, she styles it the same all year around. Brushed thoroughly enough to keep the knots at bay, her hair is silky to the touch and is never adorned with any fancy jewellery or flowers. She keeps her hair parted perfectly down the middle and allows only a small portion of the left side to fall down in front of her horns. [When the golden rays of sun touches her body, Antlia reverts back to her most recent mortal life. Decidedly more flawed than her celestial form, her body shifts into a freckle-faced Inarta. Wild, fiery red hair spills from her head haphazardly that curls just slightly towards the tips. Without the horns to keep her hair at bay, it often flings into her vision, hiding her face and forcing her to quickly push it behind her ears.] [Her body is fairly flat and unimpressive. Only small lumps serve as breasts and she only has a minor curve at her hips, making her look almost boyish if it weren't for her rounded, puffy face that makes her look to be in her early teens.] Clothing: Not one for luxurious items, Antlia favors more modest clothing, regardless of how well they actually fit. For the time being, she wears various shades of brown and tan for shirts and pants and never wears any adornments, such as jewellery, unnecessary clothing, or hats of any fashion. [The same holds true for when she reverts to her previous form, though she often dresses herself with tighter fitting clothes in hopes of showing off some of her girlish body. She also opts to wear her black cloak simply for the hood so that she can pull her hair into it and keep it from flying into her face exsessively.] Mannerism: Antlia talks in a slow, almost controlled way, as if she's thinking about every word before speaking it. This leaves a lot of people impatient when they talk to her, so over time she's learned to only say what's important, choosing to forgo the minor details of the subject. In a similar fashion, she listens extremely carefully to the people talking to her, often moving her lips just barely as if she's repeating all the words being spoken to her. Character Concept At A Glance: Controlled, soft spoken, distant, open minded Personality: Above all else, Antlia values control, restraint, and patience. This shows in not only in her constantly even tone, but also in the way she works her way out of conflict. Much like the God she follows, Leth, she is naturally foolhardy and reckless. With ambition bubbling from her and strong emotions hiding just behind her lips, she can be seen as a go-getter who likes to rise above every challenge that comes her way. However, due to her quick temper, she's taken a rather extreme approach to stifling her outbursts. As mentioned before, she has a bit of a temper that flares up rather often, though only in quick bouts. When something doesn't go her way, or when she's presented with something that goes against her values, she's quick to lash out. This sort of immaturity serves as one of her key flaws and is the reason why she struggles to keep a level head during all situations. The flip side to her personality is one that many Ethaefal can relate to. Deep in her soul is a strong desire to return to Leth, though at times she can't help but feel betrayed or abandoned in some regards. Especially when the moon is highest in the sky, she's struck with agony and often mourns for her time in Ukalas. It's this pain that pushes her forward in hopes of one day sealing the rift that had flung her out here and preventing any others from sharing her fate. Merits: Ambitious, Confident, Patient, Open Minded, Friendly Flaws: Pessimistic, Prone to overreacting, Solitary, Quiet, Arrogant Character History The crack of her back hitting the surface of the water shattered her ears, forcing a sudden scream through her lips. Water quickly came in to suffocate the sound, pouring into her lungs and sending an entirely new level of panic through her. Limbs sluggishly lashed around in the water, salt stung her eyes as she searched for something to grab onto. Be it sheer luck or subconscious will to survive, her limbs flailed about in just the right way to force her head out from the water. Gulping in the frigid air and pushing against the soft waves of the ocean, the confused woman turned her head in all directions, burning eyes begging for some sense to be make sense of what happened. Darkness covered the ocean, shielding the shore with a curtain that her pained eyes couldn't break. All she saw was water and the moon staring down at her as if she was a freak. The waves pushed against the side of her head, trying to dunk her back under, but somehow she managed to stay afloat, though occasionally she found herself sucking in more water. Slowly, awkwardly, the woman managed to paddle her away towards shore, though by the time she made it, the moon was beginning to yawn and ready itself for sleep. On her hands and knees, stark naked, the woman stared at the sandy shore with an expression caught between daze and anger. Memories of a beautiful land and Leth as her leader danced around her mind, taunting her with what she was and where she had come from. And with the taunting came the endless barrage of why's and how's that would plague her mind for years to come. She hadn't realized it, but finally she had let out that scream she so desperately needed hours ago. The sound bounced between the trucks of the neighboring trees before getting lost in the mountains before her. It was that scream, so broken and lonely, that painted the story to come. A fisherman who lived not too far from the beach she crawled onto came jogging at the sound of the yell, claiming that he was worried someone had gotten hurt. Through an act of kindness, the man shared his coat with the woman and offered her a place to stay for the time being. He justified his help by claiming he thought her to be a sign of good fortune and him helping her would surely earn him fortune for all his generations. Needless to say, the woman nodded weakly and once she was in doors and beginning to dry, she finally parted her lips to speak. Sound struggled to make it past her mind, leaving only a squeak in place of words she knew. A language so beautiful and perfect was lost on her mortal tongue. If she was already feeling betrayed, she was beginning to feel completely abandoned. Tossed into the ocean and then left without a way to even speak? It seemed fate was playing some sort of cruel trick on her. Eventually, the common language stumbled from her lips, the words clunky and awkward in her opinion, but got the point across fair enough. In time, she would become more practiced with the language. As the months faded into a year, the woman who now called herself Antlia learned from the fisherman. While she found no need to fish or hunt, she valued learning to ride a horse and even the very basic survival tricks the man had learned during his times on the outskirts of town. She also learned more of the aforementioned town and its famous university. Though absentminded at times, Antlia helped the man with his daily chores and never missed a chance to thoroughly thank him for his help and allowing her to stay for such a long time. But, she soon grew restless. To no fault of the fisherman, she simply found herself longing to not only explore the town but travel the world in hopes of one day returning to where she belonged. Antlia said her goodbyes and made way for Zeltiva. |
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