āare you in need of sustenance?ā her expression is glum, both out of sympathy for those who fell and lost loved ones to the horde, and the guilt gnawing at her. if only she knew how to fight. the only thing she can do now is attempt to provide some comfort. she offers a rice cake, which sheās carefully wrapped in a leaf, along a slice of ripened mango and a warm brew.Ā āi believe itās never a bad time to eat, anyway.ā
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the nights had been long since he returned from ireyne, and though anna had provided a certain level of comfort, he felt like he was not good enough for her comfort. not now. verax had died, andā¦so many had died. millie and modi had justā¦disappeared. it was disturbing. he wasnāt sure what to make of it. so, he stole away from annaās warm embrace for a night to lose himself in a bottle.
āNEXT ONEāS ON ME, FRIEND,ā faust offered, voice quiet.Ā āWHAT BRINGS YOU HERE?ā
the stranger emanated a palpable sense of sorrow. alimyun, of course, kept up to date with the situation, although she was no use in combat and couldnāt actually fight. she wished she could have. she felt too guilty to admit that sheās simply here for the good liquor, so instead, she told him,Ā āno. the next oneās on me.ā she pursed her lips, wondering what to say next. plenty of people hated being shown pity, though that was precisely the emotion swelling within her. ādo you ā do you have a favorite drink?ā
ā§ļ½„ļ¾: * ( cis female / she/her / devon seron ) ā welcome to ireyne, [ ALIMYUN BITU-UN ] of [ HILAK ]. when the doom came, you were [ DOOMED ]. at [ THIRTY ] years of age, your body has changed, and they now call you [ LILITIAN ]. the act of [ HILAK AMBASSADOR ] suits you; after all, the whispers always said you were [ INCISIVE ] but also [ DIFFIDENT ]. you are [ AGAINST ] the doom. ( thia / 19 / gmt / she/her )
alimyunās family lived the by sea. her mother fished, her father crafted jewelry from things like shells and pearls. the girl, who was an only child, sought to write vocationally in the future. she studied the art of rhetoric and languages intensively; she didnāt know whether she wanted to be a scribe, jotting down significant information in a dispassionate manner, or a wordsmith governed by her poetic side more. they both appealed to her. the important thing was that she appreciated the power of words.
after decades of intensive study, she found herself becoming the ambassador for hilak. and the doom occurred. the doom gave her beauty that sheād never possessed before, but also an obscenely hideous form. both drew other peopleās attentions to her looks, which she hated.
before the doom, alimyun was simply an average-looking girl. neither fat nor thin, nothing remarkable whatsoever about her body or face. she feared that the doom would cause her to lose her ambassadorship, but she retained itĀ ā in fact, people figured that a lovely-looking ambassador would ameliorate their ties to other places. if only they knew of her other, monstrous form.
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she is, like her faceclaim, of southeast asian ethnicity. well, whatever the equivalent of southeast asia is in this universe, anyway. when i saw that hilak had to have poc as the ambassadors and staff, i was like......... pardon me for my headcanoning, but did you know that hilak literally meansĀ āto cryā in the bisaya language of the philippines? iām bisaya, her fc is bisaya. plus, the people at hilak have a strong connection to the sea. the bisaya peoples have a rich maritime culture. so honestly, even though this is most likely unintentional, i still like to think that hilak has a thriving bisaya community.
sheās bisexual, but never took much interest in matters of sex or romance in the past. it would take very special people for her to care.