Character
Cirera
Race: Magia
Age: 28
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship: Single
Height: 6'0"
Build: Lithe, but a bit top heavy
Reference: Here
Player
Aurelie
Nationality: Spain
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship: Single
Height: 5'6"
Build: Chubby but not overweight
Reference: Here
Personality
Real World
Like a corner sheet that won't stay there are people left to the throes of normalcy. On the outskirts of existence one must either conform or stand out, and Aurelie simply didn't know how to stand out. As introspective as she is aloof the young girl struggles with leaving her own head, even with others around. In a room of hundreds she feels distant, and yet overwhelmed all the same. While others see her as demure and kind, she feels nowhere the same. When described by others, she can't recognize the person they speak of.
Generous to a fault, she rushes to help others not for their benefit, but more out of habit, like the instinct to breath. The stress of such behavior eats at her, but to spare her soul she attaches the blame to others. Her resentful nature is quiet but intense, even through a wide smile. Despite her hidden misgivings she's quite adaptable, flexible enough to fit the desires of those around her, though hardly ever for herself. With all the bottling of her stress, eventually it peaks and she reacts in extremely reclusive ways, refusing to interact with others until she can compose herself. Yet like a painter's palette after a piece, her true colors are awash in a sea of ambiguity.
Wired
Like the Norse Goddess Hel, for every side cast in light there's a side cast in shadow. One's shadow reflects our innermost desires, the parts of us we run from but can never escape. Sadism pervades the behavior of Cirera, having no desire for others to enjoy her. Gaining the control she lost in life, she carries herself with confidence. All the same sure in her abilities and attitude, though is quite haughty when seen by others as a result. Despite this, she enjoys performance, not for others' enjoyment but instead the warm embrace of attention.
Though the light side of her still exists deep down, with an escapist lens she becomes far more daring, speaking her mind and taking risks no matter how immature. Teamwork isn't out of the question for her, if it means her own benefit is at the end of the tunnel. Her stick-to-itiveness allows her to be as invaluable as she is insufferable. Thanks to her flirty nature and forthcoming behavior, she can be equal parts off-putting and intriguing. If shadows are allowed to run rampant, it begs the question of how one can tame them. Both sides smile, yet either smile doesn't truly indicate happiness.
Positive: Introspective, Generous, Adaptable, Confident, Daring, Stick-to-itive
Negative: Resentful, Aloof, Reclusive, Immature, Haughty, Sadistic
Background
It was at about five years old when Aurelie’s mother first asked her to do something. The small girl rushed to their petite kitchen, intent on fetching an object obscured from memory. The blurry item was clutched in her small hand before she placed it near her mother; both nursing her new baby sister and trying to stay awake.
Her next vivid memory was at seven, when her chunky arms strained to hold the weight of her now two year old sister as her mother put out a fire in that very same kitchen. The toddler let out a wail right in Aurelie's ear as she was held away from the “light show”.
Around nine Aurelie fell in love with television. The tiny screen with blurry lines falling would entrap her in its stories. She wondered if, one day, she too could live in the TV and tell people stories. Unfortunately her screen time was always interrupted by her sister.
By ten Aurelie was used to carrying her second sister, though she wondered if her first would ever have to do the same things she did. She knew that she wanted to live far away from her family once she was old enough, and decided on University after watching an American movie about it.
At twelve Aurelie was getting tired of sharing her bed with her sister. A third came and yet her mother insisted they couldn’t afford a new home. So there she sat, trying to get her third sister back to sleep, while her mother was upstairs with a tall man who smelled like burnt food. She had started to realize with each “friend” Mother brought home, a new sister came. It wasn’t always, but it did correlate. Aurelie wondered if hanging out with men was worth the hassle, and her mind wandered to the boy from school. The kids bullied him for speaking Castilian Spanish and his darker skin, yet Aurelie never minded much. She enjoyed his company and the way he spoke. He was the only boy at school that didn’t seem so happy, everyone was always so happy. Now she wondered, though, if spending too much time with him would give her another sister to take care of.
A bit later her mother broke the news that she had a new baby brother coming. Aurelie never spoke to the boy from school again.
At fifteen Aurelie’s second brother was born, and she had to break up a fight between her two sisters while cradling him. It was at that moment that she realized any hope of going to University would be dashed by her mother’s finances, so she picked up a job in-between caring for her siblings and school.
At sixteen her grades were starting to dip. She had begun stealing money from her mother as the desperation set in. Men seemed to come over more frequently, they would have huge wallets and just leave cash all over the place. She thought it was weird, but didn’t bother questioning it, she knew another sibling was on the way.
At seventeen, she was a bit later than her peers but she made enough money to go to University. It was unusual for her to desire living on campus. But moving her few items into the small room with a bed next to an older girl with a horrible accent, she felt the serenity of silence wash over her.
Guilt set in eventually, as around eighteen the silence was unbearable. With the time to think she wondered what the money she spent truly was, if her mother knew, and where her family was. Instead of following any of the thoughts, she found herself encroached in fiction. Writing, reading, playing, watching, anything to drown out the silence. Escapism overtook her, and with deeper dives into the internet she was met with much more intense time sinks. Her academics slipped, her social life dissipated, but her online life thrived. Her visage upon the web felt so different, so different that it was becoming its own person.
She was confident, and flirty, and dangerous, this visage. She clicked any link provided, joined chat rooms without hesitation, and one day was given a challenge. To play a “hyper-realistic” VR experience, Terrasphere. The person providing it wasn’t familiar, a sockpuppet she assumed, and yet she carefully placed the headset over her eyes and grinned.
Her next vivid memory was at seven, when her chunky arms strained to hold the weight of her now two year old sister as her mother put out a fire in that very same kitchen. The toddler let out a wail right in Aurelie's ear as she was held away from the “light show”.
Around nine Aurelie fell in love with television. The tiny screen with blurry lines falling would entrap her in its stories. She wondered if, one day, she too could live in the TV and tell people stories. Unfortunately her screen time was always interrupted by her sister.
By ten Aurelie was used to carrying her second sister, though she wondered if her first would ever have to do the same things she did. She knew that she wanted to live far away from her family once she was old enough, and decided on University after watching an American movie about it.
At twelve Aurelie was getting tired of sharing her bed with her sister. A third came and yet her mother insisted they couldn’t afford a new home. So there she sat, trying to get her third sister back to sleep, while her mother was upstairs with a tall man who smelled like burnt food. She had started to realize with each “friend” Mother brought home, a new sister came. It wasn’t always, but it did correlate. Aurelie wondered if hanging out with men was worth the hassle, and her mind wandered to the boy from school. The kids bullied him for speaking Castilian Spanish and his darker skin, yet Aurelie never minded much. She enjoyed his company and the way he spoke. He was the only boy at school that didn’t seem so happy, everyone was always so happy. Now she wondered, though, if spending too much time with him would give her another sister to take care of.
A bit later her mother broke the news that she had a new baby brother coming. Aurelie never spoke to the boy from school again.
At fifteen Aurelie’s second brother was born, and she had to break up a fight between her two sisters while cradling him. It was at that moment that she realized any hope of going to University would be dashed by her mother’s finances, so she picked up a job in-between caring for her siblings and school.
At sixteen her grades were starting to dip. She had begun stealing money from her mother as the desperation set in. Men seemed to come over more frequently, they would have huge wallets and just leave cash all over the place. She thought it was weird, but didn’t bother questioning it, she knew another sibling was on the way.
At seventeen, she was a bit later than her peers but she made enough money to go to University. It was unusual for her to desire living on campus. But moving her few items into the small room with a bed next to an older girl with a horrible accent, she felt the serenity of silence wash over her.
Guilt set in eventually, as around eighteen the silence was unbearable. With the time to think she wondered what the money she spent truly was, if her mother knew, and where her family was. Instead of following any of the thoughts, she found herself encroached in fiction. Writing, reading, playing, watching, anything to drown out the silence. Escapism overtook her, and with deeper dives into the internet she was met with much more intense time sinks. Her academics slipped, her social life dissipated, but her online life thrived. Her visage upon the web felt so different, so different that it was becoming its own person.
She was confident, and flirty, and dangerous, this visage. She clicked any link provided, joined chat rooms without hesitation, and one day was given a challenge. To play a “hyper-realistic” VR experience, Terrasphere. The person providing it wasn’t familiar, a sockpuppet she assumed, and yet she carefully placed the headset over her eyes and grinned.
Occupation: Student
Special Skills: Household chores, theft
Out of Character
Played by: @LongforAri
Player tag: @Cirera
UI-locked? No
Year 8
IG (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) Livia Medeiros
RL (Love Live) Nozomi Tojo
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