#arnea

arnea 

Wears velour sweatpants that say JUICY on the ass in glitter

has an ass like two deflated basketballs, both cheeks are wildly different sizes

writes love-letters to Egniss, stuffs them into his mouth when he sleeps at night

uniboob

sleeps in a tanning bed

13 nipples (12, one of them’s just old crusty leftovers from dinner)

mouth and tongue are always blue from slurpees (thanks @cupnoodle-queen for reporting this fact)

mustard stains from chilidogs on every piece of clothing she owns

ARNEA OF THE MYSTIC CANNONS from TWILIGHT’S DAUGHTER

“While I may not have magic or godly strength or the aid of the dead, what I do have is skill and an eye for detail.

And for when craft is less than what is required, I will always goes for overkill. Because overkill is a statement. And when you have a cannon that formed itself out of the ground pointed at you, you have no choice but to listen or suffer the consequences.”

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One of five heroes from Twilight’s Daughter, Arnea is something known as a Synthet. A reason of people whose souls are consensually bound into inanimate materials like stone and precious jewels, they gain the ability to manipulate inanimate materials with greater finesse and detail as their skills increase. This transformation, however, comes with some serious drawbacks. For while their pseudo-flesh responds like it were their own skin with warmth and give, their senses are diminished. Dulled by the unnatural creation process. Many find themselves haunted by the things they can no longer partake in, like food. Their sense of smell is a fraction of what they once could. They do not sleep, more akin to blinking and finding that hours have passed without any notice.

But Arnea does not mind her lot in life. For her, there are only three things she cares for.

The first is her cannons, honing her craft until she is able to create a weapon that will end all wars in a single blow that she hopes will never come.

The second is the ability to guide future Craftspeople in their endeavors, serving as a mentor to all who seek her teachings and tutelage.

And the third is the love of one of her own party members. A friend she had fallen for on sight four years prior. Unable to confess her feelings, worried that her heart has become as cold as the stones and metal she is made of at the frightening prospect of a kinship that she may never know is there.

But terror and madness is coming. And she knows that her friends will need her calm focus, just like she needs their power and love.

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