ZOFIAN ROYAL.

“If they die do they count as ‘hurt’?”

“You… you are?” Makoto furrows her brow and blinks a few more times, wondering if she’s just hallucinating from breathing in so much seithr. This girl isn’t her Celia, but it’s possible she still just a Celica. Funny how they both seem to be kind girls with healing magics.

For a moment, she doubles over, a hacking cough shaking her body as seithr continues to flow into her lungs. She doesn’t have any way to protect herself from it in this city, she just needs to get to higher ground as soon as possible.

“N-no, Celica is fine. I guess you just remind me of the Celica I know, is all. Small world, huh?” She tries to smile, but another cough cuts her off. “I gotta- gotta get higher up, or else I’m just gonna roll over and die in the next couple minutes,” she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her glove. She tries to ignore the bloodstains that come away with it.

She begins an unsteady walk towards a nearby building, hoping that the stairs are intact enough to get her up a couple floors to where the seithr is thinner. “Come on, let’s both-” Another cough cuts her off. “Let’s both get out of here. If you die from seithr too, I’m gonna feel extra bad because of your name.”

Finding a mostly-intact flight of stairs, Makoto begins her journey up, but stops partway, turning to the girl. “Hey, hold on… How come the siethr isn’t affecting you? Are you using some kind of-” More coughing. “S-some protective ars or magic or whatever? Could you toss some of that my way?”

❝Of course. Let’s be on our way.❞ Celica nods, not wanting to stand by idly and watch the other suffer. Following suit, concern expresses itself as a hum. Getting higher? That would solve the problem, yes? The poor people here were suffering, yes? That simply wouldn’t do. Not if Celica had anything to do about it. Injustice was not in her vocabulary and she would not stand so for it.

The stairs Matoko begins climbing seem stable enough. So, Celica waits until the other starts up. A few steps climbed before Celica realizes that the girl was looking at her.  ❝How am I not effected? Simple, I’m not from your world. I don’t even know what this “siethr” is, but it must be really awful. I’m so sorry for you to be going through this. I don’t know if my magic granted to be by the Mother will help with this... But, I am a princess and priestess. I must help the innocent.❞

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DOES YOUR MUSE, WHILE FIGHTING …

fight honorably / fight dirty /  prefer close-quarters  / prefer range /  chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance  / high pain tolerance /  attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm  /  fight defensively / strike first / provoke easily /  provoke their opponent  / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle  / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly and/or apathetically / fight with anger /  fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  / hide wounds  / take a blow to protect another /   prefer a blade  /  prefer a gun  / prefer a bow /  prefer a shield  /  prefer a polearm  / prefer a personalized weapon /  prefer magic or spells  /   prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical /  their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle  / fight as they appear  / rely on strength  /  rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential /  exhaust quickly  / high stamina /  doubt their strength  /  proceed with caution / behave arrogantly  / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities /  use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians / damage surroundings/  avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go /  mastered skillset   /  learning their skillset  / fancy footwork /  sloppy footwork  /  messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat /  beg for mercy /  compliment their opponent  / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls, E V E R Y T H I N G ) / move efficiently /  barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages ( ex; use a gun but also throw punches, kick out while blades clash, etc. ) /  strictly use one main method / play around /  hold back  / fight ruthlessly / show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death /  fear pain  /  fear killing  / has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight  / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly.

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     Robin was always one for being hyper-aware of her surroundings. It had been ingrained in her for many years- from her time on the run to the all the battles she fought in while defending Ylisse, and the very future of her world. There had been nothing outwardly concerning about the slow mill of people, and certainly no telltale signs of danger, so it was a surprise- albeit one of low overall concern- when a woman in Robin’s general vicinity found herself tumbling down. It was also not something Robin could have predicted, even with Sumia’s penchant for clumsy mishaps- something Robin had seen her share of over the years as well.

     Instead, Robin can only move to offer concern and aid in the aftermath of the other woman’s accident.

     “Oh you needn’t worry over such things. I was not hit, but even if it had gone flying, it would not have done enough damage to harm me. Are you quite alright? I am far more concerned for your well-being after such a fall.” 

     Robin was calm in demeanor, offering genuine aid and concern with no expectations. She took note of the aforementioned circlet, and the disclosure of the others title, but such a population was par for the course here. This information was only put to use to build an identifier for the other woman. She too seemed vaguely familiar… as if they had met in one life or another.

     “Oh it is hardly presumptuous. I felt a similar recognition about you, though for as clear as my memories have been of late, I cannot say I recall exactly how, so it would seem reintroduction are in order.” Robin extended a hand to the other woman then. “My name is Robin, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

Well, that was a relief. Imagine actually causing someone harm with one’s circlet. The princess grins, her ease made obvious by her facial structures. A relaxed smile, not an embarrassed smile like had previously been. This woman seemed amicable enough, and Celica was happy with that. Really, she had to deal with her fair share of unpleasant individuals. She was glad there seemed to be pleasant folks here.

Putting on her best regal face, the princess states her name. ❝I am Princess Anthiese Lima, but please call me Celica. I have heard that formalities do not matter here, so you needn’t be formal with me if you don’t want to.❞

Taking Robin’s hand, the princess shakes it, her regal expression dropping into a much more relaxed smile. Despite her royalty, Celica honestly wanted to spend more time with people who would be “beneath her”. She was a queen apparent, and yet stiffness didn’t apply to her. She wanted people to feel relaxed in her presence. Her serene eyes and kind smile reflect her easy-going nature.

❝It’s such a pleasure to meet you, as well, Robin. Have you been here long, may I ask?❞ Curiosity takes a hold of her heart, and it doesn’t let go.  At least she was polite when asking. Hopefully she wasn’t being too pushy.   ❝As for myself? I’m a rather new arrival. I was supposed to join my beloved in his coronation, but obviously... Things didn’t go as planned, as I am here now. Heh...❞

CHARACTER VICES AND VIRTUES !

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VIRTUES: BEHAVIOUR SHOWING HIGH MORAL STANDARDS

ability // acceptance // acuity // affability // altruism // assiduousness // assertiveness // attentiveness // autonomy // awareness // beauty // benevolence // candor // caring // caution // charity // chastity // cleanliness // commitment // compassion // confidence // conscientiousness // consideration // contentment // cooperativeness // courage // courteousness // curiosity // daring // dauntlessness // dependability // detachment // determination // diligence // discernment // discretion // dutifulness // empathy // encouragement // endurance // enthusiasm // equity // erudite // excellence // fairness // faithfulness // fidelity // flexibility // focus // foresight // forgiveness // fortitude // friendliness // generosity // gentleness // graciousness // happiness // health // helpfulness // heroism // honesty // honor // hopefulness // hospitality // humility // humor // idealism // imagination // impartiality // independence // industriousness // ingenuity // innocence // insightfulness // integrity // intuition // inventiveness // justice // kindness // knowledgeable // lovingness // loyalty // meekness // mercy // meticulousness // moderation // modesty // morality // neatness // nonviolence // nurturing // obedience // openness // optimism // patience // peacefulness // perceptiveness // preciseness // perseverance // persistence // perspicacity // philanthropy // piety // prudence // punctiliousness // purity // purposefulness // refinement // reliability // respectfulness // resilience // responsibility // restraint // righteousness // self-confidence // self-discipline // self-respect // selflessness // sensitivity // sharing // sincerity // skillfulness // sternness // strength // sympathy // tactfulness // temperance // tenacity // thankfulness // thoroughness // thoughtfulness // trustworthiness // truthfulness // understanding // unity // valor // vivaciousness // welcoming // wholesomeness // wisdom

VICES: WICKED OR IMMORAL BEHAVIOUR

❝Why is this happening? Four, eight.... Argh! I can’t take this anymore!❞ Running around from person to person, and healing them was hard work for her. She could literally never get a peaceful day, huh? 

Tired. She was tired. As much as she was willing to help, she hadn’t taken any breaks. The poor dear really needed to let someone else do the work. But, Celica was stubborn. She would be healing people until she literally fell over. Someone should probably help her.

It took a lot to fight off one of those static things, and it was dangerous work with all the seithr around, too. Even when Makoto had finally beaten one into the ground, it still moved like it was gathering its strength to rise again, so she was quick to get out of there. The problem is that breathing in all that seithr made it harder to get away.

Coming to a stop by some abandoned piece of architecture, Makoto took a few moments to cough up a storm. The blood that flecked the sides of her mouth she simply wiped away; she didn’t have any time to tend to herself. She had to find a way out.

And then someone familiar approached her. Makoto blinked in the light as she looked up. “C… Celica? I didn’t know you were in this city. C’mon, you know healing magic won’t work on seithr poisoning. Or did I get hit where I wasn’t looking?”

She takes a few moments to pat her body down, finding small scratches and bruises. “Nothing too bad, but-”

She blinks a few more times, and the girl before her finally came into proper view. “Oh, you’re- you’re not Celica. I’m so sorry, I thought you were someone I knew. Uh, if you could heal me I’d be hella grateful, but…” She looks over her shoulder, wary of any more static creatures lurking around. “We should get someplace else first. Someplace higher, preferably.”

❝Of course I can! As soon as we get to a safer place, say the word and I’ll heal you.❞ Comes the hasty reply, a smile forming on her lips. Celica was honestly glad to help anyone in need. Once of her talents, healing, seemed to come natural for her. Years of training under Nomah payed off it seemed. Plus, she was a faithful member of the Mila Faithful. It would be common sense that a priestess serving a nurturing god would  have the same generosity as said god, no? 

It was then that Matoko mentioned the confusion between her and the “other” Celica.

Her kind smile smile masks her surprise. W...What? She was Celica! She was sure she was the only one in this city named Celica. Everyone called her that! Unless there was yet another person named Celica that Matoko seemed to know more than her here?  ❝Pardon my saying so, but I am Celica. Unless you know a different Celica? I suppose you can call me Anthiese if confusion is going to be a problem!❞

❝Excuse me! Are you alright?❞ Her careful eyes, as she was jogging through the city happened upon a particular person. Celica halts in her tracks, the other looked like they weren’t doing too good. That was an issue she knew she could fix, she had recovery spells after all. Someone like her, of the Mila Faithful was used to giving aid, though she must admit... This was a first for her. She had brought down a decaying god with some help, but she had never been tasked to give first aid to people who were being attacked by invisible monsters.

❝I can help you! I have some healing magic! Are you hurt at all?❞ Worrying about people was what she she did best. Her concerned expression didn’t leave her face for a moment.

𝐶 𝐻 𝐴 𝑅 𝐴 𝐶 𝑇 𝐸 𝑅   𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐷 𝑌  

       𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

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      BOLD all that applies to your muse.       italicized  -  applicable in some way.

• eyes:     blue |  green  |  brown  |  hazel |  gray  |  gray-blue  |  other ( auburn to red ) • hair:     blonde  |  sandy  |  brown  |  black  |  auburn  |  ginger  | grey  |  white  |  multi-color |  other ( redheaded ) • body type:     skinny  | slender |  slim  |  built  |  curvy  |  athletic |  average  |  muscular |  pudgy  |  overweight • skin:     pale |  light  |  fair |  freckled  |  tan  |  olive  |  medium  |  dark  |  discolored  |  other • gender:     male  |  female  | trans |  cis |  agender  |  demigender  |  genderfluid |  other | doesn’t like labels  |  don’t have any definite headcanon either way • sexuality:     heterosexual  |  homosexual |  bisexual |  pansexual |  asexual  |  demisexual  |  other  |  unsure  |  doesn’t like labels • romantic orientation:     homoromantic |  heteroromantic  |  biromantic  |   panromantic |  aromantic  |  demiromantic | unsure |  doesn’t like labels

• species:     human  |  undead  |  shapeshifter  |  demon  |  angel  |  witch  |  ghost  |  incubus / succubus  |  werewolf  | alien  |  mutant  |  android | other • education:     high school |  college  |  university  |  master’s degree  |  PhD  | other ( schooled in a religious setting ) • i’ve been:    in love  |  hurt  |  ill  |  mentally abused  |  bullied  |  physically abused  |  tortured  | brainwashed ( by the Duma Faithful ) | shot

• positive traits:   affectionate  | adventurous  |  athletic |  brave |  careful |  charming  | confident |  creative  | cunning  | determined  |  forgiving  |  generous  | honest | humorous| intelligent | loyal |  modest |  patient  |  selfless  | polite |  down-to-earth | diligent | romantic  | moral |  fun-loving  |  charismatic  | calm

• negative traits:   aggressive  |  bossy |  cynical  |  envious |  shy  | fearful  | greedy |  gullible  |  jealous |  impatient |  impulsive  |  cocky | reckless  | insecure |  irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid  |  possessive  |  sarcastic  | self-conscious  |  selfish ( inadvertently )  |  swears  | unstable |  clumsy  | rebellious  |  emotional  |  vengeful |  anxious  | self-sabotaging |  self-sacrificing |  moody | peevish | angry  |  pessimistic  | slacker |  thin skinned  |  overly dramatic | argumentative

• living situation:     lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian ( formerly ) |  lives with significant other ( Alm )  | lives with a friend  |  drifter |  homeless  |  lives with children  | other (roommates, Isola )

• parents/guardian:   mother | father |  adoptive  |  aunt  |  uncle  | foster |  grandmother  | grandfather  |  other • sibling(s):     sister(s)  |  brother(s)  |  none  |  other ( half ) • relationship:     single  | crushing |  dating  |  engaged  |  married  |  separated  | it’s complicated

• i have a(n):     developmental disorder  |  learning disorder  |  personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder  |  sleep disorder |  eating disorder  |  behavioral disorder  |  substance-related disorder  | PTSD  |  mental disability  |  physical disability | other  |  none

• things i’ve done before:     had alcohol |  smoked  |  stolen  |  done drugs  |  self-harmed  | starved |  had sex  |  had a threesome  | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to the hospital |  gone to jail  |  used a fake ID  |  played hooky |  gone to a rave |  killed someone  | had someone try to kill them | had someone ACTUALLY kill them ( temporarily )

“Don’t worry about it.” It was tempting to just hand her one of his spare kunai; she seemed so nice. ‘Seemed’ being the important word. Sasuke knew better than to trust a stranger blindly; no matter how kind they appeared to be. Surface level niceties could only go so far if the person underneath was a piece of shit. Not that Sasuke was assuming anything of Celica in this moment, it was too soon to tell.

“A princess….hm. Well, luckily for you that title won’t mean much here.” If anything it would only serve to piss certain people off if she wielded the title in a superior fashion. Though, that was doubtful. “Alright Celica, my name is Sasuke Uchiha.” He closed his eyes, nodding his head subtly as a means of greeting. He hoped she’d do well here; Spirale really needed more genuinely kind souls. “It’s…nice to meet you.” He glanced back in her direction; a bit surprised at himself for handing out that compliment so easily.

Honestly, Celica was a bit relived to hear that her title meant no real weight here. She didn’t consider herself ready yet, she didn’t know the scope of rule or kingdoms and alliances. All she knew is that she and Alm were to merge Valentia together, and their two cultures would intertwine. While she was alone in a world where kindness could be taken for granted, and she was without her friends or family... At least she didn’t have to deal with the political weight of her circlet. 

She wears it around just to look nice, really.

❝Heh, I can’t say I’m surprised. I must admit, it feels rather nice to not have any real authority for a bit!❞ Celica laughs, merriment apparent in her voice. She’d have to so some major studying once she returned, but for now she was care-free.  She’d better enjoy it while she could, she knew as soon as she got back it would meeting with the nobles and only Mila would know how that goes. ❝It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sasuke! It’s lovely to be meeting people!~❞

Hector isn’t one to mince words unless it came to his daughter. So having his words questioned made him think of what he said, was anything offensive about it? Well he suppose that having no end in sight in a world not your own would be offensive for some people. But most of the time the time lines don’t actually interact and they are put back where they belong. 

 “It is a possibility as well. Though I am thankful that there are other alternatives of our selves, you have seen others of yourself correct during your tenure in the order of heroes? It means the time line would continue wether we are there or not.”

❝...I suppose so. I would be terrified if there was no-one was left running Valentia. What if Alm is somewhere else? He is to be the country’s KING, and I it’s QUEEN. But if I’m here, where is he? I hope he’s doing alright. Zofian and Rigelian cultures combining is bad enough, but them combining so soon? I shudder at the thought of there being infighting...❞ 

The princess had to admit, she felt better after addressing her concerns. Lord Hector seemed like a very reliable person to talk to. It helped get some of her anxieties off her chest. Honestly, being royalty in a foreign world was hard! She wasn’t worried about Alm, she was sure he was doing his best. But... she was worried about everything else. Being transported to the summoner’s world was weird enough.