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[ davika hoorne, ciswoman, thirty, she/her ] — Keep your eye on [ ANDRASTA 'ANA' AMARIN ]. We’ve heard they live in [ SOLSPIRE ] working as an [ EX-MEMBER OF THE ORDER OF SOLANITE/ASSISTANT AT THE FLORIST ], and that they’ve lived there for [ TWO YEARS ]. People say they’re [ ALTRUISTIC ], but don’t let it fool you, I’ve heard they can be [ NAIVE ] too, and they’ve always reminded us of [ THE RAPID CATCH OF CRUMPLED PAGES ALIT BY FLAME, FACES ALWAYS ON THE PERIPHERY BECOMING FORMLESS, EYES THAT LAY BARE EVERY EMOTION ]. Rumours say that they’re on [ NEITHER ] side, but maybe that’s driven by their [ FEAR THAT TECHNOLOGY IS A BLESSING AND A CURSE ]. // elle, she/her, gmt, thirty.
basics
full name : andrasta milena amarin
name meaning: indestructible, unconquerable
nickname / alias: ana
gender / pronouns: she/her
sexuality: pansexual
age + birthday: thirty, 20th January @ 8.45am
place of birth: lunemire
accent : affected rp to cover her natural accent
occupation: assistant florist
associated locations: the florist
song: you're gonna go far by noah kahan
appearance
faceclaim: davika hoorne
height: 5"5
eyecolor: hazelnut brown
haircolor: raven black
build: slight
tattoos / scars / key features: various small scars from scrapes over the years, particularly on her fingers / hands
the world you are born into is a not an easy one. but from your first memory, you are met with kindness. love. your parents, good people, raising you to be like them. raising you to do better, want more, be more.
you are smart, you learn quickly and readily, sketches drawn from a bar stool quickly becoming schematics, designs, an unrelenting stream of imagination. and as you draw, as you shape the world with hope in mind, there they are beside you. one at each shoulder, urging you onwards, upwards, to the future. and directly in front, behind the bar, a face as familiar as theirs - ryder.
when they are taken from you, you think you might be lost with them. you are so small, have seen so little, and yet grief is a ocean you are drowning in. your only lifeline is that face behind the bar and the work, the drawings, that connect you to them. you bury yourself in it, in both. he does not replace them, cannot do that - not when you both know how much you've lost. but you give each other what you need, hope. home.
you grow and change but retain that desperate hope. retain the willingness to believe the best, to give second chances, to look to the future. do better, want more, be more - for them. like a pledge, honouring their memory.
your passion and imagination is limitless and you turn to a place to channel it, somewhere that encourages you to explore the boundaries of possibility. the order of solanite. they welcome you with open arms, love your mind, love your ingenuity. you think perhaps you have found a place to grow. but there is darkness there too, experiments that push too far against what you believe. when one goes wrong, when you lose a friend, it shatters the illusion. the pursuit of knowledge is too reckless.
but you are smart, you are kind, you are softer than most. a chance encounter at the florist, a place you aught not to be, and an opportunity arises. you prove yourself. show your mind, your talent, to help make things last - a gift that they can use. you can get out.
solspire is what they say it is. but it is more than that too. when not reduced to us and them. you find yourself changing, blending, fitting in - still looked down on, now and then, but no longer just of one place, somewhere inbetween. and again, you have that hope...do better, want more, be more. for everyone.
