Bearer of Hope

I’ve been away from this for… I don’t even know how long, at this point.

Not sure if I want to stay for rp, either. Mostly because the majority of people I rp’d with are… as far as I can tell… no longer around. Most of the people I follow haven’t been active in 3-4 years.

Not to mention the fact that I had a LOT of main blogs and side blogs, most of which I don’t think I can log into anymore, either due to not remembering the email I used for them, or wondering whether those email accounts even still exist. Hmm…

OKAY. SO THIS IS MY OFFICAL 200 FOLLOWER MARK.  seriously, guys, i can’t thank you enough. kratos is still a near and dear character to me after (over) ten years since my first playthrough of Tales of Symphonia, and you all allow me to nerd out over him in a safe environment and roleplay him to the best of my ability. a very short bias list this time!

best nerds:   @iirvings || @zelotae || @scindeva || @nathdar || @ultimaxelementia || @tomodachiguy || @fortethealla || @fujuun || @finelendal​ || @euphcnia​ || @syrenieulogy​ || @galaxychord​ || @guardianofmana || @seiika || @scphiroth  || @eirenix || @iniquitousideals​ || @forsylvarant​.

           Of course… there was no immediate proof that this was Martel. Merely a lookalike with a similar name. like Mithos, Martel was an extremely common name for you girls, sometimes twisted and warped into names Marta or Martelia. He regained his composure and turned to the professor with a cold shrug.

            ❝ so long as she doesn’t get in the way, it’s fine by me. we have already spent too much time rectifying the potion fiasco with that FAKE CHOSEN. ❞  

               Lloyd almost immediately tensed, looking up as if STRUCK by an idea. ’ hey, that’s right. we’ve still gotta catch those guys before they steal something else in our name! ’

               Genis shook his head in disappointment, hands lifting in an exasperated shrug.  ’ don’t you mean in Colette’s name? ’

                                                     — ’ y-yeah. of course that’s what i meant. ’

Martel could only smile in response, as it was easier than anything else. Though she did take notice of the mention about the Church. The Church of Martel... the religion that didn’t have any place in her village, yet her parents named her after the Goddess.

But if the Chosen was among their group, then that was obviously important. Her parents would want to know that the Chosen had started their journey. She glanced around at all of them, quickly figuring that the blonde was the Chosen.

The auburn haired man pushed ahead, and Martel smiled as she followed after the others. Though the younger half-elf was watching her for a bit. It wasn’t unusual to run into other half-elves around, but she had been alone, and wasn’t the slightest bit afraid of traveling alone. She rarely went into Palmacosta, so she rarely had to worry about humans who would treat her poorly. He was most likely curious about that.

They had probably walked for about an hour when a monster charged out of the nearby trees. Without any hesitation, Martel stepped into the path between the monster and the blonde girl, Colette. The bottom end of her staff struck the ground and a barrier rose up around them as the brunet, Lloyd, took care of the beast.

“...” Martel sighed when it’s body dissolved into mana. She truly didn’t like fighting, or watching things die, but if she was going to travel with these people for any period of time, she may as well help out.

Quietly, she lowered the barrier and walked over to Lloyd, emerald eyes staring at him for a moment.

“Uh... um, is... is something wrong?” Lloyd asked.

Martel shook her head and lifted one hand to the boy’s chest, a soft green glow emanating from her palm. She was checking to see if he was hurt, but she didn’t find any damage, and soon lowered her hand to her side, and smiled instead.

“W-what was that about?” Lloyd asked this time.

“I believe she was checking to see if you were wounded, Lloyd.” Raine replied.

“You’re a healer, too?” Genis asked.

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Sterile, white walls and white ceiling, a room plain and devoid of colorful furnishings. This was where Martel had spent the past several months of her life, ever since she remembered her past, since she remembered the truth of this world. The Creators were up to something horrible, and because she now remembered everything, they had to keep her away from other people.

Most of her days were usually spent under heavy sedation, strapped down to the plush white bed. Barely able to move, to think. Those days always came at the cost of speaking her mind, of refusing to ‘get better’. From claiming that this reality was twisted and false.

It was true. It was all true. She knew the truth now.

But the Creators didn’t want anyone to know. And she was kept here until she either gave in and stopped talking about it, or she’d be kept here indefinitely. There were others in the ‘Fooji Clinic’ as well, she knew. Sometimes she could hear them screaming, just as she was sure they heard her when she was forcefully sedated.

Then there were the days when she’d been quiet long enough that she was allowed some freedom. Today happened to be one of those days.

Martel blinked emerald eyes as the door to her room clicked as the magnetic key was swiped through the locking mechanism. She looked away towards the high window as Pronyma walked into the room with two guards, one of which was carrying a canvas, the other carrying paint supplies.

“How about you make another painting for your loves ones?” Pronyma suggested, lips tugging upwards in a smile.

For her loved ones… yeah, right. She was certain none of her artworks ever left this building. Still, the chance to do anything other than sit around in her room all day, straining to stare out a window, was better than nothing. Otherwise she would sing, but the guards didn’t seem to allow anyone to be happy for long.

Martel took a deep breath and nodded as Pronyma closed the door. They were going to stay in the room and watch her, just in case she tried to sneak something to break out of the room. As if she could do that.

She decided to just paint something with a message. If she could play it off, maybe Pronyma would get cocky and take it out of the clinic. Martel had overheard that she had a second job as a therapist, apparently one of her patients was Martel’s younger brother, Mithos. With any luck, the painting would end up in her office, and would spark a memory for him.

Hours later, the end result was a small scene of a familiar place for both her and Mithos. Subtle hints and clues had been painted in, things only he would recognize, and even some clues that could – hopefully – spark a memory or two for Yuan as well.

When she was finished, she frowned at the artwork, pausing before paiting her signature, and then lowering her brush. Without a word, she tossed the paintbrush across the room, just before reaching for the canvas, as if to throw that as well. She was grabbed by the guards, and dragged to the bed, butshe stopped struggling immediately, glaring at the floor.

“What’s wrong dear?” Pronyma asked.

“It’s not right. No one in my family would even recognize that as my art.” She replied, putting on a show of being even more depressed. “It’d be better off as trash…”

Pronyma looked at the piece, looking thoughtful. “I thnk it looks lovely. A masterful work. You really want this to be thrown away?”

Martel didn’t even look up at it. She had to force herself to remember what she was doing this for. “That’s all it is. Who would want it anyway?”

“Well, I think it’s excellent.” Pronyma drew closer to the painting, scrutinizing it closely. “I personally love this piece. Would it bother you terribly if I keep it?”

Martel scoffed. “Do what you want with it. It won’t matter either way…” Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes. “Please, leave. I’d like to be alone.”

Pronyma smiled at her as she took the painting. “Of course, dear.” She nodded at the guards, who released Martel’s arms and gathered the art supplies before leaving the room.

“Lady Pronyma, we chould destroy that painting.” Martel heard one of the guards say, just barely, beyond the thck door.

“No. I do rather like this one. I’m going to keep it.”

Okay, so the idea is that there is a mysterious race of beings called The Creators. They first appeared in the world and claimed to have created all things, but when they revealed a hidden motive (to control all aspects of life, and essentially control the universe), people fought back. So they enacted a spell that forced everyone to sleep, and they warped reality, even altering the memories of everyone so they wouldn’t remember The Creators.

People awoke in a modern world, believing this was the world they always lived in. But, there are some rare few that were unaffected by the memory alteration altogether. So The Creators ‘created’ a new sub-race from themselves called The Enforcers. The Enforcers are usually sent out to stop people from revealing the truth to others, usually knocking them out and bringing them to ‘clinics’ that resemble mental health centers.

The people brought there are kept under constant surveillance (sometimes even kept under heavy sedation), and security in these places is usually very tight. There are no known records of break-ins, or break-outs. There are five known ‘clinics’, each run by one of the Desian Grand Cardinals, who also have no memory of their ‘previous life’.

In the case that the Enforcers are unable to subdue their target, another sub-race known as The Erasers are sent to ‘erase’ the problem. They have the power to erase people from existence, as well as erase the memories and emotions connected to them, so people don’t question or mourn their sudden disappearance. Young children (typically toddlers) are the only ones unaffected by this memory alteration.

For people with altered memories, the more they follow the same path as their ‘previous life’, the more they feel a sense of deja vu. And the more that happens, the more they start to remember, until the illusion breaks. At which point, those who have awakened their true memories can see The Creators for what they are, while the rest of the world sees an illusion.

Even with the illusions active, The Creators take on very generic names while they pretend to be mortal, because they otherwise have no names at all. Appearance wise, The Creators are extremely ambiguous, it is impossible to tell if they are one gender or another. They have pure white skin, white or gray hair, and gray eyes. They have no distinguishing traits to tell them apart from one another. Their numbers are limited, though they are powerful.

I’m not entirely sure if I want to make this blog specific, or if I should ask if people would be interested in adopting this au for a sort of, super casual group rp thing. So I’m also looking for some opinions.

Art by: ミシロ＠ついったr生息中

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse).

The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must repost and tag 12 of your followers to spread the love. You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development).

TAGGED BY;

Myself… xD Tagging: I dunno… do this if you want? (Or if you haven’t done it yet. Whatevs.)

All answers are in character!

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD?

“… Favorite word? Hmm. I guess that would be… Home. Heimdall was only a place where we lived, but after our mother died, it wasn’t home. Home is… has always been, where my heart lies. With my brother, with Kratos, with Yuan…”

WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE WORD?

“There are a multitude of slurs directed at Half-Elves. I greatly dislike them all…”

WHAT TURNS YOU ON?

“… I-I… w-well… No. No, I shouldn’t answer something like this. It’s incredibly improper.”

WHAT TURNS YOU OFF?

“… I-I’m sorry? What exactly are you asking of me?”

WHAT SOUND DO YOU LOVE?

“Now that’s an easy answer. I love the sound of water as it moves downstream, the trickle of it over rocks as it makes its’ way to a larger body of water. The sound of birds chirping in the trees, their calls echoing through the canopy. When the wind rustles the leaves, or the grass just right. And there’s also… my brother’s laughter. When he’s truly, genuinely happy, when we don’t need to worry about anything and just enjoy time together… that’s when he has the most wonderful laughter…”

WHAT SOUND DO YOU HATE?

“Crying, cries of pain, explosions, the sound of steel on steel. Basically the sounds of war, and death.”

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CURSE WORD?

“Curse word? Y-you’re joking… right?”

WHAT PROFESSION OTHER THAN YOURS WOULD YOU LIKE TO ATTEMPT?

“Profession? I’ve always wanted to better myself with healing. I honestly never thought of another path for myself… but, I suppose I wouldn’t mind trying to be a florist. Just seeing flowers growing wild in nature is a passion of mine, but to grow them myself would also be wonderful.”

WHAT PROFESSION WOULD YOU NOT LIKE TO DO?

“Any profession that requires killing, or fighting. Or even the general harming of others.”

IF HEAVEN EXISTS, WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR GOD(S) SAY WHEN YOU ARRIVE AT THE PEARLY GATES?

“I don’t know if such a place exists, but if it does… I guess I’d just like to know that my brother is there, waiting for me. He’d say to me ‘Welcome Home, sis.’”

BONUS QUESTIONS.

SOMETHING MOST PEOPLE DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU?

“That I’m really over ten thousand years old? Even when I bring it up in conversation, a lot of people tend to forget about it. I guess it’s because I still look like a young woman in her early twenties.”

SEXUAL PREFERENCE?

“… That is incredibly rude. You don’t need to know anything of the sort.”

WHAT POSITION DO YOU SLEEP IN?

"Sleep? I suppose I usually sleep on my side, but…”

WHAT IF SOMEONE TOLD YOU… YOU HAD TO LOSE, JUST THIS ONE TIME?

”… I’ve already lost the most important people in my life. I lost my entire world. What more could I possibly lose?”

GREATEST FEAR?

“I guess… I fear that I’ll never get the chance to revive my Aselia. That one day I’ll lose all hope of returning… and that will be my end.”

IF YOU COULD LEAVE ONE THING TO BE REMEMBERED BY,  WHAT WOULD YOU LEAVE BEHIND?

"I would just want people to remember that despite my race, I was always kind to others. Always offered a chance, two, even to people who supposedly didn’t deserve it. That, even with all the hate that’s been directed at me, I always remained positive, remained determined to help others and see that we’re not all that different. I would… I would want people to remember my sacrifices, and hope that by learning from my example, they could try to help make the world a better place. Discrimination won’t end without the efforts of the people. All people.”

WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME?