A. ARRIVAL [ When Ceres makes contact with the water, she briefly comes up, spots land, and immediately begins swimming towards it, almost as though she was expecting this to happen.
She sits on the shore of the lake, wringing the water out of her short white hair as she catches her breath. Not long afterwards a tiny hydra hatchling comes buzzing towards her and sits on her head. She swats it away in confusion, but it persists, and she eventually decides to ignore it.
You might be emerging from the water after her, and she cocks an eyebrow at you. ] Who are you?
B. THE CARAVAN TO CAMELOT [ Wow, lucky you! You get to sit next to Ceres on the way to Camelot! She's not a terrible seat partner, if you don't mind the massive tome sitting open on her lap. She otherwise sits quietly, staring at the page. She makes no move to hide what she's looking at.
Being nosy, are you? Well, the page looks like it's filled with maddening, eldritch script at first glance. If you decide to take a closer look, the Avalon-automatic-translating-magic kicks in and you're greeted with the following text:
There is a notable gap in the writing, like whatever used to fill the spot is now gone. ]
What the fuck. [ That's all the half-elf mutters before she turns the page, which looks a lot like the last. Leave her alone for another five minutes and she'll repeat the process. Probably for the whole ride. ]
C. COUCHLESS CO-OP [ There are certainly a lot of barriers for a young half-elf from a medieval fantasy world coming to live to a semi-modern world to overcome. One of them being, well..."tournament" being a word that carries a different meaning than what she's expecting.
Ceres genuinely thought the fighting tournament was a her-fist-your-face kind of fighting, not...whatever she supposedly signed up for!
She stands on the stage, her phone-thing in her hand, mimicking the actions of her opponent. She actually has no idea what her opponent is doing, but she's furiously smashing her fingers against the screen. The rage is practically oozing off her. ]
Aaaargh!
[ She growls in frustration and suddenly, stops. She's about to snap. Are you in the audience? Or her unfortunate opponent? Think fast! ]
D. NETWORK TROUBLES [ It's baby's first time on the internet and she hates it. She hates that she keeps seeing messages (see: posts) that she, mistakenly, thinks is for her. The only method of remote communication she's familiar with is one that goes directly to her so this is very overwhelming.
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Ceres | Original Character | Dark/Blood
[ When Ceres makes contact with the water, she briefly comes up, spots land, and immediately begins swimming towards it, almost as though she was expecting this to happen.
She sits on the shore of the lake, wringing the water out of her short white hair as she catches her breath. Not long afterwards a tiny hydra hatchling comes buzzing towards her and sits on her head. She swats it away in confusion, but it persists, and she eventually decides to ignore it.
You might be emerging from the water after her, and she cocks an eyebrow at you. ] Who are you?
B. THE CARAVAN TO CAMELOT
[ Wow, lucky you! You get to sit next to Ceres on the way to Camelot! She's not a terrible seat partner, if you don't mind the massive tome sitting open on her lap. She otherwise sits quietly, staring at the page. She makes no move to hide what she's looking at.
Being nosy, are you? Well, the page looks like it's filled with maddening, eldritch script at first glance. If you decide to take a closer look, the Avalon-automatic-translating-magic kicks in and you're greeted with the following text:
There is a notable gap in the writing, like whatever used to fill the spot is now gone. ]
What the fuck. [ That's all the half-elf mutters before she turns the page, which looks a lot like the last. Leave her alone for another five minutes and she'll repeat the process. Probably for the whole ride. ]
C. COUCHLESS CO-OP
[ There are certainly a lot of barriers for a young half-elf from a medieval fantasy world coming to live to a semi-modern world to overcome. One of them being, well..."tournament" being a word that carries a different meaning than what she's expecting.
Ceres genuinely thought the fighting tournament was a her-fist-your-face kind of fighting, not...whatever she supposedly signed up for!
She stands on the stage, her phone-thing in her hand, mimicking the actions of her opponent. She actually has no idea what her opponent is doing, but she's furiously smashing her fingers against the screen. The rage is practically oozing off her. ]
Aaaargh!
[ She growls in frustration and suddenly, stops. She's about to snap. Are you in the audience? Or her unfortunate opponent? Think fast! ]
D. NETWORK TROUBLES
[ It's baby's first time on the internet and she hates it. She hates that she keeps seeing messages (see: posts) that she, mistakenly, thinks is for her. The only method of remote communication she's familiar with is one that goes directly to her so this is very overwhelming.
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@MYNAMEISCERES | 3 minutes ago
STOP CONTACTING ME