GOLDEN PHEASANT. XI FEI  â  27, W.
Avoidance: You avoid most attacks on your person. (+) avoid anything that can be used as a weapon including bullets (-) not infallible, you will get hit 5% of the time if their aim is good enough (-) makes you the perfect bait.
HISTORY
cw: death, guns
THIS IS A HELL OF YOUR OWN MAKING. The moon grew pale with envy, the stars dimmed among your hair, and the ocean crawled along the ragged shores all to steal a glimpse of the girl who they might one day die for. Yours was an ephemeral childhood marred only by the Machiavellian subservience in your blood. Your family stood at the side of vicious creatures, more men than monsters, and dedicated their lives to the devotion of another. The treachery of your family was moon-soaked and filled to the brim with understanding of something they could not comprehend. You were naive then believe your beauty as something unassailable, but you were the world in motion and the universe spun along the axis of your want. It was a simple feat for foreign rage to untie the silk wrap in your hands and motion you to fulfill justiceâs desire. Too late did you learn the truth. It lingers now, the everlasting ache of regret, the incendiary desire to twist time in on itself and suffocate misery until it cannot feel; because although you were would have been made to spill blood at least it would have never been yours to taste. Perhaps they deserved to burn for all they did, but just as they suffered for their misdeeds, you too paid the price of family.
The past stared not unkindly down the barrel of a gun at a girl with no past and no present to be seen. They wanted you. They pitied you. And in the obsidian glint of your eyes they recognized a danger they could transform, raw material they could shape into something new, something strong, something durable. Your pretty face had no use to them, no effect to their efficiency for they were no stranger to the coy temptation of a woman under duress. No, when you joined them there was an understanding that you must become their equal or you would be left behind. Adapt or die, there was no other choice. In moments of rare silence there is a realization: this is what you asked for but who paid the price for its end? What girl replaced you in the interim of being and self decay? You miss the woman you once were, would betray most anything to become acquainted with its love once more. You understand why your family found solace in the night for being good requires a sort of death most are not willing to pay.
CONNECTIONS
STARLING Â ďš Â I CANNOT LET YOU BURN ME UP. I CANNOTÂ
In the mirror darkly you witness STARLING seated in a chair you once called your own. She dons smiles you taught her how to perfect, eviscerating hearts the way you used to eat them. She is a world away now and you can only watch as she lives a life inversely parallel to your own. It is history moving forward and back â pity as anger as envy for the life you showed her (that you allowed her to steal with such pretty words). A lifetime passes without thought and STARLING has stumbled back into the wasteland of your life. It is a cruel place you have learned to live in, and you watch without amusement as she stumbles over debris as though never have been subject to a life like yours before. You do not question why she has sought you out, you do not give her the time to answer. When she reaches out for you all she can do is grasp at the shadows of her memory. Once, you let her into the depths of your soul, now, you will not make the same mistake.
PEACOCK Â ďš Â I WANT TO EAT YOUR ROUGH HAND THAT CARESSES ME
Where did it all begin, when did it all go so wrong? His attention follows like an endless nerve seeking a comfort it can never find. It terrifies you, your willingness to let him document your descent â a slow submission to the power of the world. Beauty was an oppressive force when you had allowed it to control your life, now it is the only thing you can cling onto without fear of suffocation. His camera follows carefully, immortalizing the lucidity of your life; and each time you believe you have found a rope strong enough to pull yourself out, his disinterested gaze makes you falter before you have even begun. You are the last terrible thing on Earth, and PEACOCK wants to make true the rawness of your life. What he wants is not perfection, what he wants you is to see how far you will unravel until youâre completely undone. What scares you the most is how willing you are to abide.
LYREBIRD Â ďš Â IT IS LIKE A FLOWER / BLOOMING IN INJURY
What is friendship if not carefully planned costs, an evaluation of needs and wants and desires to the money that procures them? What LYREBIRD is willing to part with is of no small consequence; and although you internally question why they ask of you to befriend NIGHTINGALE, you do not force them to explain their reasoning. You cannot afford this line of inquiry when it is them who provides you with the monetary means to an end. They gift you all the luxuries you can no longer afford to ration, a silk dress, a jeweled earring, these gifts are contingent on the matter of your success. and all for the price of a strangerâs companionship. It is pathetic how far you have fallen, how they take advantage of your wretched self-imposed state, but you understand this arrangement as only temporary and you cannot afford to lose this hope. You reason with yourself that when the world is right again they will be the first to fall. No one may see the darkest parts of you and leave unscathed. This is the promise you make to no one but yourself.
This skeleton is TAKEN by ELLE and is portrayed by HE CONG. Their highest stat is DEXTERITY and their specialty is SLEIGHT OF HAND.













