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Name: Daylahmina Cassendrea Alexandria GreatOak (Dayla)
Age: roughly 38 billion (physically 18)
looks: She stands at about 5’5 maybe a little more, with a curvy body and tanned skin with a very angular face. She wear a black turtle neck with a purple corset top and grey jeans. She has curly chocolate brown hair, pointed ears and bright blue eyes. She also has sort of tattered purple fairy wings which have tips and veins in them of red. She also has a tattoo of a white rose on her right shoulder, and the stem of the Rose winds around and spirals on her shoulder blade.
Weapon of choice: silver dagger or magic
personality: normally formal and sophisticated, can come off as a bit high holding, but also can seem vaguely mysterious and whimsical with a sense of humor only revealed in the right situation. When her fairy instincts take control she is much more pushy with her mystical whimsy shit, she’s a great problem solver and leader normally and even speaks with a strange formality.
Abillities: she’s an avid magic user, as well as a fairy and a ghost so she can become translucent, fly/float and much more.
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Samuel blinks. He had somehow managed to forget Alex was deaf….Velia looks to him like he’s stupid for doing such a thing. Meanwhile, Samuel recites the spell, and what happens….a woman appears before them with curled chocolate brown hair and slightly tanned skin. She has very angular features, pointed chin slightly pointed ears, and she wears a black turtle neck shirt, with a purple deceptive corset over top it and a pair of grey jeans. Her eyes seem so bold and dramatic as they are a bright contrasting blue. She moves oddly gracefully as she appears looking around “What exactly is going on? Samuel? Velia? Ana? Elijah? Alex?” She looks and then sees the unfamiliar faces. “What is this an inter dreamosphere? Logic otherwise defies this room…” She mutters looking around her posture I oddly elegant and she is probably best described in two words as whisical and formal… “I apologize to those faces unfamiliar, I am Dayla GreatOak.”
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Samuel says What the other 3 were probably thinking “So….Stella made a foreign well….” He pauses and laughs “Stella appear?” He refers to the opposite of Jade so casually, as if tan skin white hair and pink eyes were completely common, oh well, it’s just a dumb joke. Velia smiles briefly before going back to her monotoned face.
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Samuel nods “alright so I think we’ll do Dayla…and then for you guys…Hm what do you think Velia?” She shrugs and seems to be weighing her options “Shadows easy to find.”
((Fuck accuracy this is a thing that breaks time im sorry JadeXD))
“OH! It’s less energy to bring someone closer to you right? So if Alex brings his Soul Twin who is also Elijah’s Soul Sister it should barely take any energy at all!”
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Samuel looks to Dusty and waves slightly “welcome to Hell, I’m Samuel ThirdEye, and this is Velia Raven, Alex Thomas and Elijah Cross.” He points to the other infinite friends before looking around the room “um well these guys are, Dakota, Stella, Emmaline, Steven, and I think that’s everyone, I’m sorry names and I do t always stick.” He blinks his bright yellow eyes and glances around in slight annoyance but mostly frustration.
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Samuel seems to think logically about this as well, “Jade could be useful, but how would she react to…Whoever brought Velia here….? We don’t want violence….Mina, despite her logical thinking, we just nearly drowned what if the water comes back? Ana…I can’t see any problems with, but what if her shadows aren’t helpful? It’s really hard to decide, then…well Neoma…I don’t think she could do this, not underestimating her she’s just…It’d be hard for her if they really are taking fears to do things…I can’t imagine, Dayla would be extremely helpful but would she know anything? Lucy would be extremely upsetting to see…Claire well the temper….Juliet would be medically helpful for sure but…would she be able to do much else? I don’t know maybe bring Dayla and Mina?” He shrugs.
((Anyone who wants to add a character do so—))
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Velia whispers to Samuel and he nods a bit “what if it doesn’t have to be us or them? I mean, the others could have something? Trying not to be narrow minded…” Velia seems to be mostly deep in thought and then she snaps out of it suddenly “If we can find the lightest least on each tree in the garden, maybe we’ll find a seed.” The tone wasn’t completely…optimistic, more as if it was an idea, something. Samuel looks a bit concerned “we can’t go through the leaves though, no one has gloves.” Velia looks oddly sad….more so then her usual airy monotone. As if this brought something back. “I had gloves, if I could find them-” samuel cuts her off. “No. I can do it, do you remember the fabric they’re made of?” Velia nods and says something in complete gibberish. Samuel nods “Velia knows a spell that can gather enough power to bring one person from all of our lives here. That means one Alexis, one Emma, or one other if we so choose, and then for those around us anyone you may know. She’s not going to do it though because she shouldn’t use magic. The spell is ‘Dey Lana Wanolis Exmeya'” Velia nods emphasizing this.
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Lucy stammars a thank you and looks around the cold blackness “I don’t see materials for a shelter.” She jokes lightly hoping it wouldn’t go over any heads. She then sighs. “Yeah but um I can try and build something, if someone can find materials. I’m okay with my hands.” She says as the blood dries on her hands, making her attention go to the fading porcelain skin she barely saw except rough a filter of red.
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Lucy tries to calm down “well I know I look and act a bit younger but last time I check im 12…” She sniffles back the blood, and begins to calm down “so what do we do?” She asks with a shudder.
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Lucy looks up to the winged figure and nods sadly, wiping the blood on her arm, which already was slightly tinted red from doing so earlier. She sniffles a bit and tries to speak “S-Sorry I do that…Um well I live in a world of shadows. Everybody’s like a shadow in the darkness, and the baddest people are the clearest, I can see details and faces on them, that’s why I knowed you were good…” her grammar begins to fall a bit, and maybe her physical age could seem a bit misleading….Because somehow those scientists took the sight of the innocent, but not the heart…An optimist who sees evil….And then seemingly without warning she hugs the figure that she has come to know as Emmaline, and as a bit of blood hits her, those areas begin to blur with color, similar to how Lucy sees her arms…”Y-You’re super pretty” she says into the half shadow half blurred figure trying to stop her sobs.
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Lucy can’t help but think of it now. It’s a burning horror as they tied her down, and began injecting into her eyes, into her brain…so many needles….the last thing she saw were their faces before the color scheme changed….and all she could see were their faces. It was a nightmare inducing time where she kept her eyes closed and didn’t realize what she was doing….The other people were completely invisable to her, but she managed to cause trouble anyways. She got up at night, and snuck away somehow, found other paitents, and freed them without knowing how she’d done it. She remembers looking at the shadowy figures wondering if they were monsters too but somehow having the courage to whisper ‘it’s okay you can go now, run!’ She snaps out of it realize think streams of blood were making their way down her face. Her breathing gone to short and gasps.
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Lucy holds her invisible hand to her eyes and nods solemnly.
“They took my eyesight, not completely but I literally can only see evil, but…I believe in good so it’s oka. I make up for it!” her tone quickly attempting to be the optimist.
“They also tried to isolate my hope entirely by sewing my mouth shut, but I cut through the stitches.” she smiles as if proving she can.
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Samuel looks around “Anyone have anything?”
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Lucy nods drinking in the words, her plae fingers illuminating in the slightly colored flame. Excitedly she looks to her hands. Usually they were invisable unless covered in blood, seeing her pale skin tone in the light of the fire was so beautiful it reminded her of….
“Lucillia Rosy Evans, subject 97AC ready for testing” the small blonde child scampered into the room crying and begging for the people to leave her alone, she gets restrained by a tall man rather quickly and is sedated….her mouth is firmly sewn shut in a sloppy mess by the man and then when she wakes up….she cannot speak….
Lucy snaps back to the present moving her hand out of the light, and to her mouth. The white scars were like little bumps and lines reminding her of the days she was mute. “Fire is so pretty.” Lucy decides looking to the semi colored flame longingly.
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Lucy giggles “oh you know, surviving!” She says sweetly with a glance to Emmaline. She then continues in a bubbly childish sort of way “I’m Lucy by the way, and this is my new friend Emmaline we have weapons but we left ‘Em over there in case we hurt each other if we need them though I can run and get them I see weapons super duper easy, I don’t see normal things though, Im super glad you have a fire, how hot is fire supposed to be anyways? Oh!! I’m rude what’s your name?” She’s practically jumping as she speaks her fingers reaching close to the flames for warmth