#anshelinah circe

[wonderfulworldofmaeth]

The Lion and the Gazelle

Anshelinah felt it coming on.

She'd grabbed a brown flannel, threw it over her pajamas, and found her clogs at her closet door. She didn't want to be by herself. And for some reason... a reason knew but didn't understand, she didn't fancy climbing in bed with her mom and dad tonight or toughing it out like she'd done countless times before... she wanted to be with him.

She climbed out of her second-story window, carefully scaling the wooden planks on the side of the house. If Tadeo Circe knew when he built this house that his daughter would be climbing in and out of this window, maybe he would've made it more difficult for her.

The night air was nipping, as was typical for late autumn in Maeth. The leaves on the trees were still falling, all of them just about red now. Some were lagging behind in their sunset color, some of them were already on their way to becoming beetle cover and the bed of forest ghosts.

Her steps on the vague road were the loudest thing she heard, the owls in the trees and crickets amongst the grasses nothing but an accompaniment symphony. The wind tossed her hair, pulling the curls over her face and obscuring her vision. Anshelinah pushed them back and looked around warily. The night had swallowed her and she walked here in its never-ending belly. There wasn't any light to guide her this far away from the heart of town. She was walking by her faith, not by her sight.

The moon stared down at her with a knowing look, while the stars all gossiped about her late-night lark. She just ignored them and kept on.

Shutting out the judgemental stares from the sky, Anshelinah felt alone, which wasn't always a bad thing. She enjoys quiet cathartic time on her own...just not tonight. She felt like she was tearing through the abyss to get to her makeshift hideaway until the storm blew over. There were better places, safer places, but she wanted this one.

She walked more briskly, pulling her brown plaid overshirt tightly across her chest. The wind cut through the small folds in the fabric and struck her bare stomach like knives.

The dirt road turned to a cobble one, and Anshelinah could finally hear the turning of the waterwheel. The river bubbled quietly and calmly as she walked along, but the water trying to escape the complex mechanism of the wheel fell over the sides and roared like lions.

She couldn't see hardly two meters in front of her, but she knew she was close to where she was heading. She'd listened to the turning wheel of the lumber mill many nights over the snoring of her wayward lover.

A few minutes later, Anshelinah knocked on the wooden door to the house and waited in the dark.

What greeted her is exactly what she expected.

"Anshi? What... You know how late it is?"

A shirtless man slathered in tattoos answered the door in a deep, gravelly voice. His brown hair was messy and his pants were twisted and hanging low on his hips, adhered to his body by the static of the fabric. The long elegant lines of his muscle were so carefully etched in his sandy marble skin. He rubbed his eyes and blinked the sleep away.

Anshelinah's black eyes bore into him.

"Can I sleep here?"

He opened the door a little wider, coming forward to grab her by the waist. His hard hand, scarred knuckles and calloused palms covered the curve of her body and brought her close.

She rubbed her hands over his ribs, feeling the texture of his skin, pulled taut over those rippling ridges of muscle. She kissed his chest.

"Get inside."

Anshelinah lets him take her, her mind slipping away already. She was just a vessel and he was the one in control. He presses a hand to her back, guiding her along the carpeted hallway until they got to his bedroom.

It was unkempt, some clothes on the floor, a couple of beer bottles on the nightstand. Anshelinah hardly noticed. She let the smell of him overwhelm her as she kicked off her shoes and left them anywhere.

"Sorry.. I had a long night.. I didn't know you were coming-"

Anshelinah shakes her head. She wondered if anyone else had been here in her stead. That tended to happen when she and her lover had disagreements.

"It's fine, Cole."

She crawled into bed, but Cole wasn't going to let her get away with this so easily. He needed to know why she was acting so strangely.

"Hey, what's this about? Are you alright?"

A heavy hand weighed on her narrow shoulder, clutching the soft, worn fabric of the flannel she was wearing. He used this leverage to turn her to face him. She flopped on the bed in a sitting position, her long legs bent at the knee. She took a slow scoot back, getting closer to the headboard and further away from him. Cole thought if someone walked in, it'd be easy for them to assume she was apprehensive toward his touch, maybe even apathetic towards it. He knew that wasn't true.

Even so, her dark eyes were nearly blank. The lamplight reflecting in the dark water of her eyes was the only indication that somebody was home. Cole had seen this look. He'd never seen it on anyone but her.

"Yeah... yeah I'm fine."

The look in her eyes was one nobody understood... nobody alive anyway. She went places that not even she knew about. She was teetering on the edge of one of these places, but that wasn't something she wanted to bring up to Cole. She didn't come for that anyway.

She came because she couldn't stand the fight they'd been in for the days prior. Something about her spending too much time alone in her studio and Cole having the best intentions of trying to get her to get out and have some fun. Anshelinah recognized that she said some hurtful things to someone just trying to help. She wasn't in a good place at the time, still far from that good place now... It ate at her in those days since, when she avoided him on purpose. She wanted to fix it now. Like they always did.

Whenever they had a fight, she'd always find this place with Cole...

And they'd make it good.

"Anshelinah..."

Cole rubbed the back of his neck. Confused wasn't even the word.

"I've got work in the morning... you wouldn't come knocking on my door if you didn't need something. Just tell me what's going on."

His voice came out in exasperated grumbles. It's not something that would sound good on the receiving end. He took a deep breath and thought of his friend's advice. Your words say what you mean, your tone says how you feel... And your tone talks a hell of a lot louder.

Cole thought he should take it from him, as he'd been with the same girl for years. The girl Cole had found himself coveting at a time or two.

"I'm here... You know you can always come to me, Anshi."

Cole was surprised at how she softened. Those few seconds of contemplation, the whole "thinking before speaking" thing that Cole hardly had any patience for, was working like a charm. He couldn't help but think it saved them from another bout of fighting words.

Anshelinah reached out and grabbed at Cole, and he went into her arms right away. He sat on the bed, holding her in a sweet embrace. Cole lays a heavy hand on her curls, sorting through them as she buried her face into his lap. She wasn't crying, and that was normal. Cole had never known Anshelinah Circe as one to cry.

Her hands skimmed over his skin, sending goosebumps up his forearms and chills down his spine. Her touches were seeking something. Cole had touched enough to know that.

"Talk to me," he said.

Anshi closed her eyes against him, breathing in the scent of his pants. Cole's smell did something to her brain chemistry, it was almost animal. When she smelled his brutish musk, she just wanted to fix everything wrong that had ever happened between them. If she knew Cole even half as well as she thought she did, there was a foolproof way to get him to bite on a temporary olive branch. Not that she wanted it to be temporary, but she was being real with herself.

Things between them never stay good for long.

"I'm sorry... for last week. It was eating me... I want to feel close to you again... Make me feel that."

Anshelinah had said a few magic words.

Cole felt a switch in his head flip. A surge of desire began coursing through his body like an electric current. He knew what was happening, he'd grown that self-aware, but he wasn't quite powerful enough to resist. Or maybe he was. He never tried to.

He let a noise rise in the back of his throat, a sigh as he slid his hand under her overshirt, against the curve of her bare back. He pulled Anshelinah on top of him, center over his pelvis. His hands brought her thighs around him as if on instinct. Maybe it wasn't instinct... maybe it was more muscle memory.

They were now face to face, Anshelinah seated firmly atop him. She looked down into his face, it was almost smug. She'd loved and hated that smug look, and she couldn't decide which it was now. But she needed it, nonetheless.

"Is this close enough?" He asked her.

She shook her head, letting her droopy eyes lid. She dared herself closer, closer until his bull's breath swathed her face and her rabbit heart shook the air between them. She was in his snare already, and she was the one who put herself there.

"No- No..."

Cole's hands intentionally smoothed up her back, his callouses teasing rough marks along Anshelinah's soft skin.

"I'm getting a feeling you didn't come all the way to my house at two in the morning just to cuddle..."

He was almost teasing her, he had to be. The way his voice got low and affectionate when he chastised her. He cradled her close and she felt him grow stiff between her.

"Would I be correct?"

Anshelinah nodded in subtle agreement. Maybe she did want that too, for she loved the way Cole held her... but she had another motive.

He grabbed her chin, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

"Look at me."

Anshelinah did as she was told.

"Will you tell me what you really want? Use your words."

The way Cole dumbed this down for her, Anshelinah realized how much of her brain she left at the door. She wasn't particularly functional anymore, but that's okay. Her plan had already been set in motion.

"Mh... You know I don't like begging," she whispered.

Cole watched those full lips stick and pull when she talked. He bit his own in apprehension. He pictured those lips in all types of shapes and expressions, doing all types of things. Sometimes, when he had other romps, he'd find himself thinking of these instead. They were just so good.

Cole shrugged.

"Then don't. Just be a big girl and tell me what you came for... I promise I won't hold it against you."

Oh, this man worked her nerves.

"I want you to make love to me, alright?"

Cole breathed the air that came out of her lips like it was hit of something strong and good. It made him drunk. His next words tumbled out of his mouth like honeyed syrup, deep and dark and dangerous.

"Hm... If I recall correctly you told me the last time it was 'definitely the last time'... but here... you... are. I can't deny you or me the pleasure, can I?"

He let his hand drag down her throat, his rough fingertips indecisive as whether to make lines on her face, or move the wild curls from in front of those sappy eyes of hers.

"Cole..."

Her whisper was so wet. It made Cole ache. He murmured on the skin of her face, making a path to her mouth.

"I'll do whatever you want if you kiss me first..."

His lips were so close it hurt, but he wouldn't close the space. It didn't matter how much he wanted to. She had to tell him she wanted him. She had to want him first.

Anshelinah surveyed Cole's face. She cupped it in her hands gently, looking at his every feature. His chiseled cheeks, his dark eyes that seemed to hold every forbidden secret she'd ever wondered about. His crooked nose, broken once in a fight. His lips. His pink lips. She'd seen them busted and bloody and red. She had seen them with stitches, and she'd seen them after. She'd seen the scar that remained. He had such a rough and rugged exterior.

And she hated to love it.

She leaned in closer, letting their noses brush against one another. The tension was not between them, but around them, enclosing the odd, polarized pair in a world of their own. A glow of anticipation made a halo around Anshelinah's face. Cole soaked it up like sunlight.

"Come on, Cole... Come on...."

The way Anshelinah coaxed the hunger out of Cole was lawless. She was the object of his fantasies. Cole doesn't admit that anywhere but in bedrooms with her.

"You want me, Anshi?"

Their lips grazed each other twice. Cole could taste her.

"Yeah, I want you."

Their lips brushed twice more.

"How bad, baby?"

Cole's grip got tighter.

"So bad."

Anshelinah's body got softer.

"Then show me?"

"Okay."

Anshelinah shattered the magnetic field between them by crashing their lips together. Cole pressed their hips together right away, not pausing for reason or cause. The noise that escaped Anshelinah awakened something carnal in Cole. He was in this place of obsessive greed over Anshelinah that he could not control, nor wanted to. It only grew more intense now that she'd opened the gateway.

Her hands slid down his body, nails scraping along his skin. The pressure of her body on top of his was intoxicating. Cole had every intention of being buried beneath her tonight in every way imaginable. When he'd gotten his fill, he'd claw his way back up and take her body in his hands like the soil of the earth, indulging himself by spreading it all over his. Cole thought about this as he stripped Anshelinah bare. Her sighs and moans, muffled by the biting of her lips, made him see the light of god.

He admired her nude body, every place he'd come to subdue before. He left handprints and marks all over this body, as he's done before. Her body called to Cole and Cole loved the way he could answer. He loved the way she only wanted his answer.

"Fuck... Anshelinah..."

He was breathless now, gripping the bedsheets in a tight fist. She'd submerged him in something he'd like to believe was love. He was about to fill her with the same thing.

"Cole- Cole... Hold me.. hold me tighter, please."

Cole couldn't deny her pleas. He gathered her melting body in his arms as he dove into her again and again.

"Cole.. I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.."

Her apologies came in panting huffs that kissed Cole's sweaty neck. Her sweet cries hung in the air like a song.

"Hey.. it's okay.. I'm here now, alright? I'm here.. We're fine.."

The passion and intensity of their lovemaking was an anomaly in both their lives. Cole couldn't count another partner that made him feel this way. Why did it have to come from anger and regret, the love that they made in this bed?

"I want you, Cole. Te quiero.. Cole-"

Her voice ascended until it was nothing more than the chimes of an angel. Cole felt her squeeze him so tight like she wasn't ever going to let go. He squeezed her too, taking care that the ripe fruit of her body and what came from it were worshipped in holy sanction.

He couldn't hold any longer. Anshelinah's sweet caress wouldn't let him. He filled her until she was brimming, murmuring the words right into her ear.

"Te quiero... te quiero...."

When he collapsed on top of her, Cole allowed her yearning to soak into his psyche like the scent of prey's blood. It was satisfying, it was completing. He was reminded of that every time he tasted of it. He always thirsted for it and it made him blind with want. Blind enough to see past any bickering or squabble. Anshelinah knew that all along. She, a gazelle, walked into the lion's den knowing how easily this lion would be enticed. How easily the lion would take the bait.

Except that the bait was her.

And in this grand analogy, the gazelle had a certain fetish about being devoured alive.

@themaethpost

#anshelinah circe #cole berlusconi

[themaethpost]

Now Presenting: Cole Berlusconi, the fighter.

Full name: Cole Berlusconi.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Age: 31 years old.

Birthday: July 29th.

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual.

Personality.

Birth chart (big three): Leo sun, Aquarius moon, Virgo rising.

MBTI: ESTP-T.

Patron Arcana: The Chariot.

Upright:  Willpower, determination, victory.

Reversed: Defeat, cowardice, giving up before you give it a go.

Minor Arcana: Seven of Wands.

Upright: Defensive, putting up barriers, protective of their position.

Reversed: Inability to hold your ground, not defending oneself.

Likes: Being the centre of attention, energetic conversations, getting drunk out of his mind, sci-fi and action-filled books as well as films (he goes often to Maeth cinema theatre), being bold and flirting with lots of girls, spending time with “his boys”, first dates, skinny dipping, drinking contests, getting called out for boasting, cliff jumping, warm weather so he can take his shirt off, when Galiere invites him over for dinner, tucking his tank shirts on his pants, Anshelinah’s smile.

Dislikes: People who play dirty and take the fun out of everything, waking up so early in the morning to go to work, people volunteering him for things he doesn’t have interest on, second dates, having to talk to his father at work, when a client changes their order at the last minute so he has to stay for a few hours more, fighting with the ones he loves (he only likes to do it when its strangers).

Abilities: An excellent dancer, his moves make all the ladies crazy. He also likes to carve little wooden figures and he’s a very skilled carpenter so he’s always helping his best friend with new projects he has in mind. He can cook, of course, but his specialty lies in bakery.

Favourite food: Asado on Sundays and homemade alfajores de maizena. Favourite drink: Schwarzbier.

Favourite place: The Black Ring, a place for clandestine fights.

Appearance.

Height: 6’0 or 183 cm.

Weight: 191 or 87 kg.

Hair: His hair could be defined as the deepest shade of brown, almost chocolate. He likes to keep it fairly short and a bit messy, only styling it with gel back for when he goes to The Black Ring to fight so it won’t fall on his eyes as it usually does.

Eyes: Those dark eyes hide a lot of secrets behind them, his eyelashes are short so they can’t completely conceal the fact that those orbs reflect some sense of brooding burden. His eyes will soften around the people he loves, letting you see a few eye wrinkles when he laughs.

General description: You can sense him coming from a mile away, his presence is always disruptive and imposing. He makes himself be known in every room he enters and that makes him really attractive, since his charm and charisma levels are out of this world. He will flirt with you until he’s got what he wanted from you and has a way of doing it that you will feel as if you are the most special person in Maeth. Careful, though. He’s very tricky. He’s covered in random tattoos all over his big, tanned and well-toned body.

Fashion sense: White tank tops are a must when you’re working on a lumber mill, so you can look messily good once your shift is over and all the stains in your shirt makes all the ladies want to wash it for you. Black, beige and brown cargo pants are really useful when you have to carry around a bunch of tools as well as combat boots. In more casual days, earth-color flannels are his biggest allies.

A brief look into his life.

Occupation: From 9 a.m to 5 p.m, every day except for Sundays, he goes to work at his family’s lumber mill. They’re the ones who provide all the necessary wood for personal commissions but they also have an agreement with Thomas Zieragh’s workshop to supply all the raw materials for their inventions.

Family and friends:

Thomas Zieragh, childhood best friend.

Marcos, Emilio and Matías, best friends.

Anshelinah Circe, on-and-off girlfriend.

Draigh Tolmach, close friend.

Salice Halloway, close friend (even though he wanted to be more than that at first).

Isabella and Ophie Zieragh, treats them as siblings.

Hector Berlusconi, father.

Analía de Berlusconi, mother (deceased).

Miscellaneous facts.

Sadly, his mother passed away a few years back right when he was about to turn 21 years old, so his birthday isn’t a joyful date for him. He also has a terrible relationship with his father so it gets truly lonely for someone who’s an only child.

He’s really good at billar so he spends most of his spare time at Draigh’s Tavern playing and drinking away his sorrows.

The Black Ring reached out to him first, extending an invitation to him to go fight for a little bit of extra cash that would help him indulge in his vices. They saw the potential in him and used him as they pleased.

Cole has a scar on his lip, he had to be stitched after receiving a bad punch at the face while fighting at the ring.

He’s actually a really sweet, thoughtful guy who longs for some peace in his life but he’s way too into his problems.

@wonderfulworldofmaeth

#the maeth post #oc #world building #cole berlusconi

[sisi-halloway]

Anshelinah Aurelie Circe

Other Names: Linah (By Friends) Aurelie (By her Father)

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 27

Birthplace: Maeth

Ethnicity: Mixed with Maethisse and Black (Murik Valley Zadithian)?

Birthday: February 29

Astrological Sign: Pisces

Affiliation: Art Academy

Familiar: Honey the Netherland Dwarf Bunny 

Appearance:

Anshelinah is 5′10 and has a mesomorphic body type. She is tall and has coal black eyes and plump lips like the people of Murik Valley. She is prone to blush, and has a natural rosy tint in her cheeks. She has thick brown hair she prefers to keep short. She has a few piercings and a birthmark on her stomach.

Favorite Things:

Favorite Colors: Cream/Beige

Favorite Flowers: Gerbera Daisy

Favorite Drinks: Iced Coffee with cream and sugar, Sweet Tea, Strawberry Smoothies

Favorite Foods: Sweet Rice, Carrots, Grilled Cheese Sandwiches, Alfajores

Favorite Hobbies: Spinning Clay, Taking Walks with Friends, Taking Naps, Playing with her Rabbit

Skills/Powers: Aurelie’s Blessing (Extreme Luck)

Familial/ other relationships:

Father: Thaddeus (Tadeo) Circe

Mother: Claudia Circe

Siblings: Nazir Circe

Friends: Salice, Shuhei, @id13vil​‘s Cole, Mark, Thomas, Isabella, & Ophie

Partner: Estefana Cortes (deceased), Cole

History:

Anshelinah Aurelie was born in Maeth to parents Thaddeus and Claudia Circe. 

#Maeth #Anshelinah Circe #salice halloway and friends

[wonderfulworldofmaeth]

Library

"Do you know how many secrets a library holds? This is the only place the whole world could possibly fit between four walls. I could be lost in this library for a million years, yet here I'd be sure to find millions more."

Biographies:

Salice Halloway Shuhei Kumagai Anshelinah Circe Emilio Taylor Van Cruz Mara Gabris Nazir Circe

Quote Introductions:

Petra Moretti Nina Yanez Marnie Ursil

Fiction:

Featuring: Salice

This Is Maeth? Peacock Feathers Scared You Had Gone He Loves You A Man Worth Saving Telephone Stupid Laundry Wishing Well Heart Everything They Became I'll Wait For You In Moonlight

Featuring: Shuhei

Charcoal Drawing A Special Friend A Song In Our Home Remedy Are You Happy? You Have To Come Back

Featuring: Anshelinah

The Lion and the Gazelle

Featuring: Emilio

Seeing Lilac

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#Anshelinah Circe #shuhei kumagai #Salice Halloway #the maeth post #wonderful world of maeth #maeth masterpost #emilio taylor #mara gabris #nazir circe #yasue kumagai

[wonderfulworldofmaeth]

Getting Acquainted With: Anshelinah Circe

Full name: Anshelinah Maia Aurelie Circe

Age: 25

Birthday: February 29th

Sexual orientation: Asexual, Biromantic (Feminine Leaning)

Familiar: Honey the Lop-Eared Rabbit

Personality:

Birth chart (big three): Pisces Sun, Cancer Moon, Aquarius Rising

MBTI: ISFP-A

Patron Arcana: The World

Upright: Completion, Fulfillment, Sense of Belonging, Wholeness

Reversed: Lack of Closure, Emptiness, Incompletion

Minor Arcana: Five of Cups

Upright: Loss, Grief, Self-Pity

Reversed: Finding Peace, Acceptance, Moving On

Likes: brushing horses, the sound of roosters crowing in the morning, the color palette of the desert, the way mud feels between her toes, abstract artwork, finger painting, keeping succulents and cactus plants in her room and studio, letting river water wash over her skin, the slickness of wet clay, dew on the grass, sunsets that paint the sky seven different colors, sitting shoulder to shoulder at the bar with her friends, the way "Berlusconi" rolls off the tongue, vanilla ice cream, the sensation of picking off a scab, buttermilk baths, group hugs from her family and friends, wearing a lot of bracelets, when kids at the Art Academy ask her questions, dancing Cumbia with Isabella and Sisi, linen sheets, deep talks in the art studio with Ophie, building birdhouses with her father, plum jam, when Cole traces her bare back in the morning, lukewarm showers, people thinking she's tough, helping her family with things around the house, when paint and clay get on her clothes, curling up in her parents' arms at the end of the day, the taste of honey, sitting by the Vivarium fountain, farmer's markets, the soft feeling of her rabbit's fur, stargazing in the desert, hiking, cathartic time alone, the ocean

Dislikes: small spaces, salt in her rice, bug bites, constricting or large amounts of clothing, getting sick, people who feel entitled to her time, hospitals and mortuaries, moving someone's things out of a home or house, pumpernickel bread, people who disregard or disrespect nature, empty rooms, greasy hair, leaving the stems of a bouquet uncut, unflavored beer, persistent men, talking casually about lost loved ones, strangers who touch her, feeling sleepy when she's trying to stay awake, when her dad goes on long trips without her, clients who complain that she overcharges for her work, feeling like she doesn't have enough time, limes, arguing with people she loves, overwhelming environments, having to choose her battles, when her friends don't reach out for a while, the taste of clear liquors, when her clothes stick to her body in the summer, radishes, a stuffy studio, trashing an art piece and having to start again

Abilities: Anshelinah loves art and she's taught herself a lot of what she knows. She leans towards creating pottery and crafty sculptures, however, she also likes to paint and make collages using flowers and newspaper. With her Somraldic heritage, she's been taught how to ride horses and tend to a garden. She speaks a creole or hybrid language of Somraldic and Maethisse with her family, and she speaks Maethisse with her friends. She can also read Somraldic Rune and write with various calligraphy pens. Anshelinah loves to cook different foods, especially ones that hail from Murik Valley, and often prefers to make these recipes over Maethisse food.

Favourite food: Grilled Cheese Sandwiches with Bacon and Sour Cream (With a cup of Chicken Noodle Soup on the side)

Favourite drink: Iced Cafe con Leche with Cinnamon

Favourite flower: Gerbera Daisy, Magnolia

Magic: Anshelinah has a blessing that applies to all of the firstborn daughters of her father's Somraldic family. The blessing grants uncanny luck, seeming to always watch over her and guide her decisions, never allowing terrible trouble to befall her, and is called Aurelie's blessing.

Appearance:

Height: 5'10 or 178 cm.

Weight: 161 lbs or 73 kg

Hair: Anshelina has dusty brown hair that falls in curls and coils. Her hair is often not uniform on its own and requires a lot of effort on the side of styling. She loves her hair texture, a general mix of her father's coarse locs and her mother's fine waves. She often keeps her hair short, a bit above shoulder length, and likes to keep it back in a half bun or ponytail, which is her signature style when working on her artwork. In the summer, her hair lightens easily, adopting light brown streaks. She sometimes will braid her hair into two braids on either side of her head with a middle part and fluffy curls in the front as bangs.

Eyes: Anshelinah has her father's eyes. They're down-turned, and appear droopy and sultry. Despite her hair being lightly colored, her long lashes are a deeper brown than the rest of her hair. Her lashes are interesting, as she has a few white lashes on her left eye. Her eyes are so deep brown, they're nearly black, as is the dominant trait of the people of Murik Valley. She uses kohl eyeliner as one of the only parts of her daily beauty routine, making Anshelinah's eyes a seductive centerpiece to her face.

General description: Anshelinah could be compared to a doe. Her skin tone is a beautiful dark honey, lighter in the winter, while deeper in the summer. Her shoulders and hips are about even in their narrow width, her waist is a complimentary measurement. Her whole body can be considered lithe. Just because she is slim doesn't mean she is delicate. Anshelinah has strong arms with light muscle definition in her biceps and triceps from carrying supplies and her everyday activities. Her legs are toned as she does a lot of walking, running, and swimming. Anshelinah has a soft stomach, with most of the weight gathering in the lower abdomen. The shadows of her ribs can be seen in her torso. Her breasts are a modest size, and her chest is adorned with various spots and small moles. Anshelinah's nose is quite straight like her mother's and her lips are full like her father's. Her top lip is equally full and prominent compared to her bottom one, and she has a soft, barely there, cupid's bow. Her brows are fluffy and full, normally combed upward. They're set in a serious line when Anshelinah's face is at rest.

As a person, there are many different facets to Anshelinah's personality. To strangers, she's quiet and demure, even a little standoffish and aloof. She's not eager to take part in frivolous conversations with people she doesn't know or particularly like. That being said, however, she is always courteous until given a reason not to be. To her family, she is loving, compassionate, and energetic. She can let loose around her family without the worry of being judged or criticized. To her friends, she can be confident, adventurous, and fun. She loves to participate in group activities with the people close to her, whether that be a grand escapade or a quiet evening by a bonfire. She's helpful, kind, and patient, once you're acquainted with her, making her a great mentor and teacher. Despite what strangers think.

Fashion Sense: Anshelinah has a practical style. She often wears a pair of baggy pants that hang off her waist and a smaller shirt on top for shape. She likes to wear things that bare her midriff and arms like tank tops, crop tops, baby tees, and tube tops. She likes denim overalls and coveralls that have the jacket hanging by her hips. They're functional for painting, working in the garden, and tending to animals, so Anshelinah likes the versatility of these clothes. She mostly prefers a clog or sandal, with simple leather bands and brass buckles. In the winter, she likes to wear loose-fitting denim or trousers with a high waist, with a slim-fitting long sleeve on top. She likes sweaters, but she avoids layering as it's uncomfortable for her.

Anshelinah has a collection of western wear, as is typical dress in Murik Valley. She likes to incorporate these pieces into her style for comfort as well as the cultural significance it has to her. She has a few pairs of boots of various heights in neutral colors. Her closet also dons denim shorts, bootcut jeans, flannels, and linen western dresses. She wears these clothes often in the summers and when she returns to her father's country to visit her family.

Although Anshelinah's style is practical, that won't hold her back from wearing things she thinks are beautiful. She does like to get dressed up in something slim fitting when she goes out on a date or with her friends. She likes short dresses with long sleeves, or long dresses that hug close to the form. She's not extremely picky or uniform with these outfits. If she happens to be in the mood for it, she will wear it.

A brief look into her life:

Occupation: Anshelinah works as an artist. She gets commissions from residents of Maeth and eventually even beyond the country. Before her talent is recognized and her hard work pays off, she worked at one of Maeth's restaurants as a waitress. During her years at Maeth's Art Academy, she mentors students there and offers classes and lessons in her free time. Once she graduates, she becomes a student teacher at the Art Academy.

Love Interest:

Cole Berlusconi

Family and friends:

Thaddeus (Tadeo) Circe, father

Claudia Vasquez Circe, mother

Nazir Circe, older brother

Hera Circe, grandmother

Estefana Cortes, intimate friend and girlfriend (deceased)

Ophie Zieragh, intimate friend and junior

Isabella Zieragh, close friend

Salice Halloway, close friend

Matias, close friend

Emilio Taylor; Marcos; Thomas Zieragh, friends

Miscellaneous facts.

Anshelinah's Maethisse is very stylized, as she's used to speaking in the creole language created by her bicultural family. She was often scrutinized by her teachers for her improper way of speaking.

Anshelinah is very self-assured. She's been loved by her family and has had a confident way of thinking for as long as she can remember.

Anshelinah isn't afraid to make mistakes.

Anshelinah has a septum piercing and a soft blush birthmark on her stomach, resembling a port wine stain.

Anshelinah is very particular with dating. Because of that, a lot of the men her age deem her intimidating, rude, or even demanding.

Anshelinah goes to Murik Valley almost every summer with her family, as her father thinks it's very important to keep her connected to her heritage and family.

Anshelinah has had to work very hard to become an artist, as she was never naturally gifted.

Most of the pieces Anshelinah creates have practical uses, like bowls, cups, and dishes.

Anshelinah legally added her late girlfriend's name to hers so she could "live along with me until the end". Her full legal name is Anshelinah Maia Aurelie Estefana Circe.

Anshelinah spends long periods of time doing absolutely nothing, which was worrying to her family and friends. She will lie in bed or pick a place outside to sit or lay still. Estefana described it as "communing with the museful spirits".

Anshelinah has only one tattoo: A Somraldic Rune on her thigh. Nobody in Maeth knows what it means.

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