. mirany // SUBARU ;;}

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R E A L I T Y __.}
the _p u p p e t e e r_ behind the m.a.s.k ;;

» name ; Mirany Misono

» gender ; Female

» age ; Fourteen

» grade ; First year;; Tenth.

» appearance ;

» personality ;

[/i] accident prone.

Despite that, Mirany is a sweet and gentle soul, generally likable and friendly, with many qualms about saying 'no.' She isn't judgmental and tends to think the best of people, which can often land her in trouble. She has always been almost childish in her naivety, far too trusting. She is stubborn in her beliefs, too narrow-minded for her own good. For the most part, Mirany acts her age: young. She is quite innocent and become nervous and embarrassed easily.

Nonetheless, she is a very emotional person, unable to disguise her often passionate feelings. She often acts impulsively, though this seems to hurt her more often than not, and consequences don't matter to her if she is doing what she believes in. She is extremely loyal and dedicated to all her friends and family. Her loyalties are deep, and cannot be explained by word but, rather, are controlled by an almost instinctual part of her subconscious. When she is roused, rational thinking goes out the door.

For someone normally so easygoing, her ferocity in battle is unusual. When enraged, she is truly an imposing figure; although, when she does get angry, she is usually not taken seriously because she happens to cry when angry. She was never the type to sit back and watch idly; her impulses guide her into action, no matter how reckless or foolish. This contrast with her polite, happy side is almost bizarre. She is always willing to fight for the sake of others, even those she doesn't know, so long as she believes in their cause. She is also incredibly motivated, willing to work unceasingly for a personal cause.

When enraged or deeply believing in something, she acts of her own accord. She will not hesitate to break or bend rules if she supports the cause; this, however, often lands her in trouble. Despite this, she does not enjoy being the life of the party and the center of attention, but she tends to stand back in the shadows. Her frequent escapades and passionate beliefs often land her in trouble.

Also, Mirany is very forgiving. Usually she passes off negative comments with a shaky giggle as she always tries to be friendly, unless the comment personally hurt her; then she will impose her wrath upon the inflicter. She's gullible, easily tricked, duped, and fooled. Mirany is agreeable and open to experience, and always tries to find the good side of everyone. She is content and happy with the life she is leading, and wouldn't change the world as it is for anything.

Overall, Mirany Misono is like a tree -- blossoming at certain points, dying out at other times, but never stopping to grow until her branches scrape the sky.[/ul]

» hobbies ;

[/color]» Cooking
» Running
» Drawing
» Playing on 'The World'
» Reading
» Making friends

[/ul]» history ;

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the W O R L D__.}
just a _d e l u s i o n_ beneath r.e.a.l.i.t.y ;;

» name ; Subaru

» gender ; Female

» age ; Appears fourteen/fifteen.

» appearance ; [Well, for this part, I basically took this section from the above post and changed the words. xD]

» personality ;

» class ; Flick Reaper
» epitaph ; None.
» level ; One
» weapon ;

» skills ;

[/u] [Target: Area, Normal, SP required: 15, Job Lv. 1][/ul]
» stats ;

[/color] Hp ;; 155 [Gain five each level.]
» Sp ;; 50 [Gain three each level.]
» Atk ;; 55 [Gain five each level.]
» Def ;; 35 [Gain three each level.]
» Speed ;; 35 [Gain five each level.]
» Magic ;; 15 [Gain three each level.][/ul]

» history ;

» sample rp ;

[/i] the only one who knew of how far the Draxis flowed, for Seth and the Jackal and Oblek and the Fox had been there, too; they had seen the dried up course of the once [and now] great river on their way to the Well of Songs, they had walked along its banks and seen it overflow on their way back. Seth had told her about it, once, about the lion and the animals, the creatures they had faced, about the egg that had shattered and Alexos had revived, about how the highest peak of the Mountains of the Moon was made of diamond, how they had each faced their reflections at the Well. And Alexos had told her about how Seth had died at the same instant Hermia had, and how Alexos had brought him back to life; Mirany remembered feeling queasy and sick when she had been told this, and then awed at the power of the god. But instead of telling her father about this, she concluded the letter and signed her name with a flourish; she would save all that for another time, when she could talk to him in person. Once more, she felt the pang of how she missed him, but she shook it away. She was happy enough here.

And then Mirany sat by the Oracle, her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms around them, her chin rested at their tops and her head tilted to the side, the wind blowing in her face and her gaze fixed on the ocean in the east. The moon was sinking, halfway into the Valley of the Sunrise already, when the first crack of sunlight colored the clouds pink and the ocean orange and the desert red. Below, she saw the sentinels at the bridge between the Island and the City, and at the desert gate and on the harbor. She saw the City of the Dead, and thought of Kreon's kingdom below, and she saw the Archon's Palace, and thought of Alexos, the God-in-the-World. And she sat there, just breathing in and out, knowing that nothing was wrong, nothing disturbed, and everything perfectly at balance. She assured herself that the future ahead of her would be steady and simple, assured herself that she'd always be able to keep her thought and dreams. And she assured herself that she would never be alone, for she was the Oracle; the god's voice was inside her. And she looked up to see the sun rising as the gong chimed for the dawn ritual to begin.

She would need to be heading to the Temple soon.

She looked down beside her, where, opposite of the parchment, the open-mouthed mask of the Speaker lay with it's incised cheekbones and dark eyeholes, it's coiled and beaded and strung feathers and gold disks stirring in the ocean breeze. And the slight girl sat there, the wind brushing back her brown hair so that it was away from her brown eyes that shone in the rose-tinted dawn. They were pensive and relaxed and calm as she thought of her memories, the memories she enjoyed remembering, the painful memories that guided her through the future, and the memories she had of speaking with the god, the memories that reminded her that she was never alone. The memories that made her who she was, the ones that made her Mirany, Speaker-to-the-God.

And as she rose and traveled swiftly down the stone path of the Oracle, hurrying to the Temple with a smile on her lips, she remembered that she was, indeed, never alone. For the voice of the god was within her, and she trusted his voice more than she trusted her own.

And as she crossed the loggia to the Temple where the Nine were already gathered and gazed up at the statue of the god, it whispered in her ear, 'The sun is chasing the darkness away, Mirany,' and she knew, so long as that voice was there, everything would be alright.[/ul]

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