aesthetics (list 3-5 aesthetics people might associate with them): never being overdressed: everyone is just underdressed. cold silver chains and necklaces on your neck. red wine, never white. playing with a white rabbit in the snow.
occupation/hobby: fashion design/ currently an apprentice at Burberry
what did they think about school: Though it was a significant part of her life, most of her school years cared more about her future than her time there. Narcissa cared more about designing anything and everything she could for all of her friends than her actual classes (though she excelled). She also took this time to network the way her parents advised her to.
3 positive traits (+):Organised/Detail oriented, Elegant, Ambitious, Calculated, Caring and Loyal to her family and loved ones
3 negative traits (-): Mean/Cold to strangers (and acquaintances), Classicist, Slightly Superficial, Willing to throw people under the bus for her own success
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Legato has been mostly ignoring the other occupant of Knives' home, partly because he doesn't like the idea of Knives being so enamored with another human and partly because he doesn't really have much to say to him. Especially after the incident between Badou and Knives in the forest where the Plant came back mauled.
He's been tolerating the other human for Knives' sake. Ignore him and it will be fine for both of them.
Now though Legato is a mess, and he knew he'd have a bad reaction to this stuff but he hadn't anticipated it being quite this awful. After the second mirror he'd broken in terror he and Knives had turned or covered all the rest of the reflective surfaces they could find, giving him a chance to breathe without feeling like the home he was staying in was a minefield.
He was sat on the couch, the house smelling of a pot roast he had cooking, a cup of tea in his hands, when the door opened and the other human occupant walked in. Legato turned his head just enough to visually acknowledge him before curling even smaller on the couch.
Both hands were bandaged from glass cuts, his coat was missing, he looked disheveled and exhausted. He'd convinced Knives he was alright for the moment while the Plant went to get more groceries but now he was left with nothing to do to distract himself from the images on repeat in his head. The only available distraction now was...
"You're back," he says quietly, voice rough from his screaming panic earlier. "I don't suppose you've found more then anyone else about this mess?"
−−− ꧁ a fortunate gift for such unfortunate circumstances , zelda pours herself over the arcanus isle compendium , finger tracing annotations left in neat cursive script . no , no , this isn't it -- and the princess hastily turns the page . for as detailed as the compendium was , it lacked any specific notation of the nightmare moss she'd been hearing of .
click . frustrated , a sigh of frustration passes her lip as she quickly presses the cover closed and looks around , reassessing her whereabout . it was one thing to be thrust into the middle of chaos . it was a challenge entirely separate to be placed in the center of an entirely unfamiliar land . sure , she had hardly scraped the surface of her own land , but uprooting oneself entirely from the familiarity was . . .
admittedly thrilling , had it come with better timing . for even if she had always carried the unspoken desire to disappear , it was not to trade tragedies nor abandon her own ongoing . but she simple had to make do the best she could and put her faith forward .
which was much easier said than done .
" excuse me , " zelda approached the reference desk . empty . abandoned . when circumstances were most dire , people sought the comfort of their homes and families . of course there were no workers left .
tap tap tap . nail bounced against the wooden desk as if calculating her next move . she could just go and . . . try and scrape a bit of it off to look at it closer . asinine . she was no botanist , and if the information releasing had any bit of credibility it was not in her interest to get close to the nightmare moss . . .
however , " it's no use . we'll never get anywhere without some risk . "
and so zelda presses her compendium into her arms , making haste towards the closed botany hall of the arcanus university campus . without risk , there would yield no reward .
This shit was a lot more then Roberto had been expecting when he'd first woken up in this place. Nightmare Moss taking over the Isle, people falling into weird enchanted sleeps, sections of the city slowly being consumed and cut off from the spread of the black plant. He'd been both careful and lucky, cautious enough that he hadn't managed to get infected yet.
That wasn't true for everyone he knew. In fact that seemed the opposite to everyone he knew.
"Shit, come on, don't you give out on me now," he grunted, hauling the nearly limp vampire higher over his shoulders. Astarion was a friend, he was willing enough to admit that after all the drinks together in various taverns, all the gossip and exchanges of information, the ease he felt around the guy comparable to how easy it was to relax around his kids. A terribly destructive monster, sure, but just a man wanting companionship at the end of the day.
Now fighting nightmares and visions and clinging to Roberto's shoulders with weak hands, pale skin dyed black by creeping moss.
At the end of the day, Roberto was always a protector, no matter how reluctant he might be to acknowledge it sometimes.
If trying to protect Astarion meant dragging him back to Roberto's home and trying to get the damn moss off of him before it made him worse that's what he'd try first. He'd keep trying until he lost someone else who was becoming dear, and then he'd get back up and keep trying some more. He might be a dead man but in a way dying had put more spirit back into him then he'd felt in a long time.
If he could trust his kids to keep on without him, he could keep on without them. They'd want that, he thinks.
"Easy, easy Starion, I got you. Here, lay on the couch. Let me see, maybe we can get this crap off of you huh? You with me still?"
Stalks-In-Shadows had only just recently manifested from the tower. She had a million questions, but felt that asking now wasn't the proper time. She had seen a figure before, who had made eye contact with her for a short time before walking away, and when she attempted to follow, she soon lost track of him, and found herself hopelessly lost.
At first she tried to catch his scent in the area, but for whatever reason, her enhanced sense of smell wasn't working...in fact, her hearing seemed a bit off as well, and after taking a few moments to collect herself and test something, she came to the scary realization that her werebeast abilities were somehow being cancelled out.
She was on her own. Taking out the strange key she was given, she read the inscription: Eterna Village 106.
So that was where she needed to go. And she didn't have the faintest idea where to begin looking. Looking around, she locks her eyes on a tree that she could climb, maybe get a bird's eye view.
Climbing the tree, upon getting to a high up branch and standing precariously on the long but decently strong looking branch, and holding onto the trunk of the tree, looking around, before she can see much of anything, she hears someone yell "HEY!"
Unfortunately, that moment was enough to startle her into flinching...which apparently was all the branch beneath her feet needed to justify SNAPPING.