Post by Marina Auito on Nov 22, 2015 2:54:34 GMT -8
General
Name:Marina Auito
Age: Fourteen (Looks Much Older Than She Actually Is)
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Style: Down in a white, cascading sheet. When the light collides with her hair in the coming of dusk or dawn, a purplish-blue or greenish-blue-purple tinge colors the pallid white strands.
Height: 5"6
Face Claim: N/A
General II
What position does your Sibylla fly?: Auriga
Simoun Partner: None, as of right now.
Choir: Choir Auris
What does she think of her Choir's Regina? She is the Regina.
Does becoming the Sibylla Aurega or the Regina interest here? She is currently the Regina.
Does she believe in Tempus Spatium? Tempus Spatium is a figurehead that she turns to only in times of needs. She doubts the deity's existence sometimes, but cannot help but find herself praying to it in times of need or on random unconscious occasions.
Personality: Marina is cold and not very open for the most part. A "snow empress" of sorts. She prefers not to communicate with others, though she finds this preference squandered as she is the respectful Regina of the Choir Auris. She is incredibly sensitive about her missing eye, and will avoid anyone who brings it up for a while. When not flying a Simoun, it is a bit difficult to find her, although rumors hold she frequents the ballroom at late hours of the night. Inside, she is motherly to the younger Sibyllae of her Choir. Don't let her cold scowl fool you; she really does care when something goes wrong with someone. Overall, she prefers to be aloof and mysterious.
History: Marina was born and raised in an aristocratic family in Simulacrum. Not much is known about her to the citizens of Simulacrum other than that. She was the older sister to weak Feo, whom died in a freak accident when she was seven. The albino lost her eye in this freak accident trying to save her - gaining a permanent grotesque remainder of the day that would haunt her forever. She remained a recluse for a little while, spurring her cold, lone wolf nature later on in life.
She expressed great leadership skills early on in life. So much so, that Simulacrum officials snatched her from her house to train her to fly a Simoun shortly after the war broke out. She asserted herself quickly as a Cadet, barking at anyone who tried to get in her way to keep them in line. She wasn't too good with working with others, but it was her fearless leadership and quick thinking that soon saw her to the position of Regina in an official Choir on the Caelum Prima.
Sample Post:
A single blue eye scowled across the fresh new faces. Many blanched under that single, icy iris while others shuddered with jaws in a hard line. These were to be the new recruits. The priestesses of the Simoun - the saviors of Simulacrum. It had all been so rushed. Seven years ago she was screaming over a lost eye, and now here she was about to give her first command to a Simoun Choir. Her Choir. That seven years now felt like a mere seven seconds.
"Listen up." Her rough, commanding voice combated against the roaring wind. "As your Regina, I wish nothing but success and to provide guidance for those lost in the bitterness of this war. I command not respect, nor loyalty - that are virtues you will have to learn to instill on your own. Learn to work with each other - live and breath your partner - and we can be unstoppable. Disobey, and the consequences are entirely up to you."
Her throat felt dry. A swirl of white hair haloed around her head like a vicious cobweb, scratching against the eye patch veiling her missing right eye.
"The time for peace is over." She finally continued with newfound strength. "And we must act. Fully trained our not, this is our time. Our lives. Our future. I look forward to working with you all. Make me not proud, nor euphoric, but gracious that I could work with such fine ladies. This war is ours now."
Her voice - a mere flash of silvery color - evaporated in the wind. It mingled with the grass, the fuzzy dandelion seeds, and occasional jewels of water from the sparkling ocean behind. Closing the door to one future and opening another.
A new wind of change.
Name:Marina Auito
Age: Fourteen (Looks Much Older Than She Actually Is)
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Style: Down in a white, cascading sheet. When the light collides with her hair in the coming of dusk or dawn, a purplish-blue or greenish-blue-purple tinge colors the pallid white strands.
Height: 5"6
Face Claim: N/A
General II
What position does your Sibylla fly?: Auriga
Simoun Partner: None, as of right now.
Choir: Choir Auris
What does she think of her Choir's Regina? She is the Regina.
Does becoming the Sibylla Aurega or the Regina interest here? She is currently the Regina.
Does she believe in Tempus Spatium? Tempus Spatium is a figurehead that she turns to only in times of needs. She doubts the deity's existence sometimes, but cannot help but find herself praying to it in times of need or on random unconscious occasions.
Personality: Marina is cold and not very open for the most part. A "snow empress" of sorts. She prefers not to communicate with others, though she finds this preference squandered as she is the respectful Regina of the Choir Auris. She is incredibly sensitive about her missing eye, and will avoid anyone who brings it up for a while. When not flying a Simoun, it is a bit difficult to find her, although rumors hold she frequents the ballroom at late hours of the night. Inside, she is motherly to the younger Sibyllae of her Choir. Don't let her cold scowl fool you; she really does care when something goes wrong with someone. Overall, she prefers to be aloof and mysterious.
History: Marina was born and raised in an aristocratic family in Simulacrum. Not much is known about her to the citizens of Simulacrum other than that. She was the older sister to weak Feo, whom died in a freak accident when she was seven. The albino lost her eye in this freak accident trying to save her - gaining a permanent grotesque remainder of the day that would haunt her forever. She remained a recluse for a little while, spurring her cold, lone wolf nature later on in life.
She expressed great leadership skills early on in life. So much so, that Simulacrum officials snatched her from her house to train her to fly a Simoun shortly after the war broke out. She asserted herself quickly as a Cadet, barking at anyone who tried to get in her way to keep them in line. She wasn't too good with working with others, but it was her fearless leadership and quick thinking that soon saw her to the position of Regina in an official Choir on the Caelum Prima.
Sample Post:
A single blue eye scowled across the fresh new faces. Many blanched under that single, icy iris while others shuddered with jaws in a hard line. These were to be the new recruits. The priestesses of the Simoun - the saviors of Simulacrum. It had all been so rushed. Seven years ago she was screaming over a lost eye, and now here she was about to give her first command to a Simoun Choir. Her Choir. That seven years now felt like a mere seven seconds.
"Listen up." Her rough, commanding voice combated against the roaring wind. "As your Regina, I wish nothing but success and to provide guidance for those lost in the bitterness of this war. I command not respect, nor loyalty - that are virtues you will have to learn to instill on your own. Learn to work with each other - live and breath your partner - and we can be unstoppable. Disobey, and the consequences are entirely up to you."
Her throat felt dry. A swirl of white hair haloed around her head like a vicious cobweb, scratching against the eye patch veiling her missing right eye.
"The time for peace is over." She finally continued with newfound strength. "And we must act. Fully trained our not, this is our time. Our lives. Our future. I look forward to working with you all. Make me not proud, nor euphoric, but gracious that I could work with such fine ladies. This war is ours now."
Her voice - a mere flash of silvery color - evaporated in the wind. It mingled with the grass, the fuzzy dandelion seeds, and occasional jewels of water from the sparkling ocean behind. Closing the door to one future and opening another.
A new wind of change.
and I am very sorry for bothering but are there also pictures of the ones from the game? 
@marina: Just wanted to ask you again for the Ri Majoon and are there pictures ore a video respectively? It would be cool because I want to create a tatoo with all those shapes. Simoun means a lot to me. Hugs and kisses from Verdandi 
im too shy to admin one tho