| ♮ Persilia Dycoris ♮ "Persi" Purr - seel - eeyah | Dee-kor-es 𝄞 Feminine 𝄞 22 𝄞 Daughter of Ydur 𝄞 Abilities Precise Hearing ~ Persilia has the advantage of aid in her hearing capabilities. She has the ability to hear even the smallest of details being leaked, from a fair distance away. Music ~ Persilia has a way with instruments of any kind, especially those that display the most beautiful of tones. Her tunes are attracting and seem to find you in the crowd, amongst the chatter. Wind Resilience ~ Although she lacks many of her father's abilities with the wind, she has a resistance to strong winds. The natural durability to withstand the dynamics of wind against her allows her to be quick on her feet and balanced well. Sexuality Pansexual Personality Persilia is a rambunctious being. She's naturally loud and grabs the attention of a crowd. She has a talent for diverting eyes with her boisterous radiance. She has an irrepressible appeal of her personality that attracts the common eye whenever she flaunts herself on stage. She's cunning and reckless, given why her ability to steal the spotlight comes naturally to her. She provokes audacious moves and is capable of getting your blood pumping or boiling. Persilia seems to be gifted with a foolish desire for thrill, given her risky actions throughout her life. But, even after having made so many terrible decisions and mistakes, she never seems to learn from them. She relentlessly continues to bring upheaval in the streets she conquers. While Persilia would do practically anything for the hell of it, she can't back down from a pretty face. Whether she's attracted to that face or not, her flirtatious side peeks out. She's good with her words, her powerful, yet airy feminine voice carries smooth compliments left and right. Of course, she won't give these priceless comments to just anyone. It has to be the right opening, the right being, the right toy to mess with. It's a plus if her victim is a sucker for flirts. She simply adores the sight of someone embarrassed, flattered, or expressing butterfly emotions. It's quick for Persilia to get jealous, and lord does she get jealous easily. She has quite the petty, passive-aggressive side to her, hence her grudge-holding. She'll hold onto a snide remark and will whiplash it back at any given opportunity. Persilia is a witty being. She has the intelligence to knock another off-guard, but she simply uses it for all the wrong reasons. Which, in case, probably dumbs her down by not taking full advantage of her wits. She's a snarky, spicy being who'll use sarcasm as her greatest dark humor. It doesn't matter if it's a sad occasion, Persilia can't help but say something undoubtedly stupid and make the crowd send deathly glares at her. She simply can't help herself. If she sees the opportunity for a witty remark, she'll take it. Having the blessed gift of being nosy, Persilia takes advantage of her powers. You don't have to open up to her for her to know something. All it takes is a slip of the tongue and she has you marked down. She loves getting into everyone's business. Sure, tell her to buzz off, she'll simply continue. She hasn't the slightest interest in her own affairs and tends to be the audience of a drama. Hence her pairing people up in her head, then blurting out hints here and there to get them all fired up. Oh, how she loves it when a plan comes together. Persilia is boastful and will take advantage of any opening she has to be egotistical. Although it's mainly for humor, she can't help but hold onto that ego. A sense of habit, per se. On any given occasion, you might find something out about Persilia. She's highly opinionated and hotheaded. She has a false sense of pride when it comes to admitting her wrongdoings. She's assertive when it comes to her voice and very hard to sway on another option. In just the right occasion, it's easy to tick her off. But, if she catches that you're trying to upset her, she'll display a cool, fake, honeyed apparel that'll drive you crazy with her passive-aggressive tone. Persilia seems to bear endless energy storage. She's hardly caught crashing out of exhaustion. She's a naturally hyper being, having an extroverted social sense that only hypes her up when in crowds. Being alone seems to drain her sense of overall personality. She becomes blunt, careless, and coldhearted, like a gem covered in bland stone, once exposed to the right light and cheer of a crowd, she immediately perks up. It's easy to tell she's a people person, as she can't bear the silence and tends to stick to festivals, parties, or markets. While Persilia is not the most honest, she manages to be trusting to those who have gained her trust. She uses deceit to get her way, using her skills to her utmost advantage to gain the information she needs to get under your skin. She's opportunistic and will dive into something without taking any precautions. She's very headfirst when it comes to things like that, and won't shy away from a chance. Her tongue seems to be quicker than her mind because its sharp as a dagger and won't hold back either. Unless in a predictable situation, in which she chooses her words carefully as to get her way. If you're not on Persilia's company list, be prepared to get taken of advantage as much as possible. She'll use you for what you need, squeeze any use, then drop you and disappear. She's not the best with words, especially in sensitive situations. Persilia never knew how to find the right words to comfort someone, and instead, would try to crack a smile on their solemn face. Sometimes she's successful, while others she isn't. Persilia takes pride in her ability to haggle and negotiate well. She's adaptable to situations and will hit where its sensitive as soon as she finds a weak spot. At first glance, Persilia seems like every other youth. A hard-working expendable being. But, spark an interest in her and you'll be opened to a whole new world. Persilia uses dark humor, making fun of situations that most would look down upon. She can't help it, as she lacks a certain empathy for most situations. She's persuasive and dominating, which tends to make others shy of words while around her. Because she steps up in situations and will hold her voice above everyone else, people tend to allow her to take a leader-like position. She's anything but a doormat and will be damned if you try using her as one. While she finds pushovers to be lowly, she can't help but use them for her personal benefit until they snap. One of Persilia's favorite hobbies is throwing people off or catching them off-guard. She's a fairly nosy and gossipy being, so it's no wonder she has trained her eyes to spot the small things. She strives to be anything but predictable. 𝄢 Appearance Persilia has a fine, defined heart-shaped face with a delicate jawline and protruding, yet soft cheekbones. She bears an average, round hairline that stems out into, thick, healthy locks that cascade down her back, stopping in lanky curls near her hips. Her eyebrows are of a slight S-shape, on the thinner side but they're still plenty noticeable. Her ears bear an almond shape, tilting in a cat-like build that brings out her dark wavy lashes. Her nose isn't a notable one, but it still exists. No matter the size of it. It's a button shape, with no precise or specifying features, other than the small tilt on the bridge of her nose that favors her left side. Her lips are cupid-shaped, almost full yet they remain in their semi-rigid arcs. Persilia, being a small human overall, bears a sharp, delicate collarbone that shows easily. This adds to her fragile, slim neck, yet its quite the opposite in reality. She has small shoulders and chest, with her body extending in a semi-teardrop shape due to her womanly features. Her hips protrude on either side, the only way you could tell her body different from a man and a woman. She's thin, yet not unhealthily so. She has the right amount of muscle in her arms, yet she isn't any bodybuilder for sure. She bears her father's youthful and willowy look, minus the tall. Her torso is flat, if not a bit chubby on the sides that fluctuates her curves. Her hands, much like the rest of her thin-boned looks, are of a delicate / soft appearal. The fingers stem out and are quite lanky in comparison to others, yet they fit well on Persilia. They're aged with work, yet still soft, presenting her youth. Her legs are the longest part of her, with her torso being a close second. There's nothing special, other than the occasional nick and scar from previous injuries. Almost breaching the height of 5'1, and with a flat, solid weight of 100lbs, Persilia is on the smaller side. Her skin is of a pale olive coloration, taking more from her mother's side rather than her father's. It's soft and clear of any freckles, except for a birthmark on her right eye, closer to her ear than anything else. The colors of Persilia's eyes are a deeper, richer blue color, sometimes mistaken for being an off-color grey. They're framed by big, dark lashes that shadow her dark eyes even more. Her lips are a pale salmon hue, matching her overall caucasian skin tone. They have a slight discoloration on one side, given a scar resided there. Although faint, it is noticeable. If viewed from the side, you could see a physical notch, although its not too obvious. Her hair is a deep onyx color, trailing down her sides in smooth, loose, thick curls, like an inky, somewhat coily sea. They are the darkest feature on her, and one of her most attractive colors. She was born of such a rich raven black that it couldn't help but stand out against her olive skin tone. Presilia treasures her accessories. Who doesn't? She tends to thrive in jewels that bring out her beauty. Any color she manages to fit in, although blues and whites tend to be her favorites, as it connects her more to the airy-oceany feel of Pahtha. If at a respectable place, she'll throw on everything she has, like a magpie in heaven. One of her prized possessions is a silvery-linked necklace that wraps around the nape of her neck and dips down to her chest. The front piece bears beautiful, glittering, pale jewels that define her collarbone. She tends to reveal her forearms plenty whilst playing music, so, among her wrists can vary at loops of silvers and pale golds, with some pale jewels of different colors hanging down by the palm of her hands. Her fingers steal the show with their plentiful rings, almost an obscene amount. Thick, and usually plain silvers planted on the index, middle finger, and pinkie. There isn't a place you cant find a jewel on Persilia, but when she wants her precious babies tucked away, there isn't a chance you're going to be able to find them. Persilia won't deny it, being fashionable has its perks, but when she prefers to go less noticeable, she'll take on a cloak. This doesn't mean her cloak will go unnoticed. It's of a black coloration and bears a round hood with small tufts that cover her shoulders and droop down just past her chest. Its simple at first glance, yet elegant at the second. Something that personifies Persilia. Under that cloak, she bears a refined, yet plain white wool tunic tucked together at the waist with a leather strap. The tunic is airy and flexible, yet not obnoxiously so. the sleeves are cuffed and grippy, yet easily maneuverable. For legwear, Persilia goes on the tighter, yet flexible panting. Usually it's a simple, dark shade, but she doesn't tend to pay too much attention to it. Finally, her footwear consists of slightly heeled leathered boots with round ends and of dark brown coloration. Nothing fancy on the lower end, yet she tries to keep it in tip-top shape. Likes Persilia has gained a preference to seafood, given she grew up in the country closest to the ocean. Sailing is one of her specialties, and she'll do it without complaint. Although, fishing is another matter. Tall men and women. She can't get enough of them. Spices, trying out different foods. Especially when they're exotic or completely weird. Seeing differing cultures, hence her want to travel. She enjoys vast, open spaces, much like lakes, valleys, and above all, the ocean. She's adaptable to enclosed ones and won't crumble at a change in her favorite environment. Those who understand her darker sense of humor, or, even appreciate it. Dislikes Do-gooders. She bears a sense of jealousy over them, instead of awe. She doesn't really know why, and finds it petty of herself. Spotlight-stealers. If you steal the stage, prepare for an all out competition. Being ignored. One thing to tick off Persilia is being ignored. Given that she looks like shes on the weaker, smaller side, she gets livid when you choose to not pay her even a glance when she wishes to talk to you straight in the eye. Stubbornness. Although Persilia is stubborn herself, when put against another dominating hothead, its an all out battle. Strengths Persilia is a good swimmer, growing up in Pahtha has taught her that much. Her agility and use of her legs come in handy with running, slipping through tight spaces, and climbing/balancing. While other, heavier beings would struggle doing so. Conversationalist. It comes natural to Persilia to find some passion about a person and stick to it, sparking a conversation, either for the hell of it or for her personal benefits. Weaknesses Easily distracted. Throw a pretty face at Persi and she'll immediately forget what she was doing, no matter the situation. Animals. She can't understand them, and doesn't want them. She doesn't favor them, nor do they her. Hence her terrible horseman skills. She'd rather stick to walking. Physical limits. There's only so much her little body can handle, and usually, its less than those on the taller scale. Family Persilia was born from a mother who already had other children. She was the step-sister to them all. They all took their seperate ways after their mother had passed. Thryn ~ Older brother ~ 29 ~ Moved on Krix ~ Older brother ~ 32 ~ Moved on Jassid ~ Older brother ~ 30 ~ Moved on Faeishn ~ Older Sister ~ 27 ~ Moved on Other Relationships Velarie Akshiea Persilia had quite the encounter with this woman, but like most interactions with Persi, it didn't turn out pretty. Afterall, they were opposites and the only thing attracted was displeasement toward the other. While she doesn't want to be at the end of Ari's fist, given that the girl could easily trump her in a battle of strength, she won't mind pulling her hair when it comes to anything. Neither trusts the either, and Persilia, personally, didn't enjoy how reserved and emotionally repressed she was when it came to trust. Their meeting may have come out from the graces of Ari's kindness, but leave something sweet to Persilia and she'll turn it sour in no time. Open, pm Backstory Persilia's birth mother was indeed, seduced by the god Ydur. His morph was handsome, and the man himself was irresistible. How could she not? Now the other children may have forgiven their mother over time, but the father held a life-long grudge. Especially against the demi-god, Persilia. No matter how hard her mother attempted to let Persilia fit in, she couldn't. It wasn't like Persilia was normal, either. She was a demi-god. A bastard. One who shouldn't have happened and would disgrace her family onto a social neglection, as they did hold little authority, they still had a pedistool they set for themselves. Thus, Persilia wasn't favored by her step-father. All she did was remind him of the whoring his mother had committed to with a supposed 'God'. By the age of 15, Persilia set out on her own, wishing to discover or even see her father. Her mother described him, but vaguely so. It angered her that he could be roaming among the humans, and yet she'd be oblivious to his being. Infuriating. But she managed to get through her grudge, and eventually gave up on it. Her father either watched over her, watching her fickle desires go to waste, or she was simply another one of his children. Born with the gift for instruments, it was no wonder Persilia made a benefit from it. Playing on the streets to playing in social gatherings paid her well. She eventually joined a stage of actors that dramatized and played with the idea of theatre. Her music was gifted, yet she remained to go unnoticed when she wanted. Never accepting a title to go by. Anonymous and yet in plain sight. Just like her father. Themesong(s) Queen Looking at Me Other I believe thats it. PM me for any affiliations or relations! Planned activity level Post every couple of days. I'm currently in 2 other RPs, but they're coming along slowly. |
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