Aneira is a rather reserved and quiet individual. Her alluring and unique looks tend to drive others to break the ice first. Standing no taller than 5’3 her physique is best described as one of lithe taste and light musculature blessing her with stealthy prowess and grace. Her body shape is that of a triangle in which she has a tasteful set of wide hips, complemented with a thin waist, and relatively average sized bust. Her arms are lightly muscled, however appear rather dainty which would enable her to be quite agile in hand to hand combat. Despite having a wide set of hips her legs are well muscled and further accentuate her rump. Having well-muscled legs and being short in stature this gives her the ability to sprint long distances in short bursts with great speed. She carries herself poised ready to strike at any given moment however, bears a relatively relaxed demeanor across her facial features.

A soft set of full pink lips and a soft button nose which grace her face further accentuating her elegant appearance. She has a large set of round eyes with heterochromatic features. Her right eye is of a stone grey pigmentation almost as if one were to stare at death yet be comforted by the darkness of her pupil. Whereas, her left eye is of soft blue pigmentation giving the appearance of staring into a sea of crashing waves. She bears luxurious long lashes and given the condition of vitiligo her right eyelashes are of equally snow-white color as her hair. Aneira has a soft rounded face shape with a set of soft full cheeks. She also has small soft rounded ears that are littered with piercings along their edges. As mentioned previously she has long luxurious snow white hair that is curly. She generally wears it in a half up half down fashion with occasional curly wisps at the side of her face. Her eyebrows are evenly arched and shaped giving her the slightest look of annoyance, however can be easily mistaken as her neutral mask. At times she may appear to have a resting bitch face, however this is her being primarily focused on something.

Aneira has tawny beige skin littered with patches of fair colored skin throughout her body. Her most visible patches lay on her face, one sitting across the right eye, left cheek, and right corner of her chin. Both hands contain patches that trail up to her wrists, giving the appearance of gloves. She has a larger patch that begins at the front of her neck just above the chest that peels down to her breasts and wraps around her back following her spine. She bears a small splotch just beneath her belly button, a larger patch over her left thigh, and has twin patches on her inner thighs. Her right shin down to her ankle bears a patch and her left foot.

As far as attire goes Aneira has a preference for skin tight long sleeved crop tops and baggy sweatpants. On occasion she can be caught wearing ultra-high rise ripped jeans exposing a majority of her vitiligo. She dresses mostly for comfort, not so much anything else. For workout attire, baggy sweats and loosely fitted sleeveless tank tops with gaping sides are go-to’s for her. When working out she will generally tie her hair up in a messy bun with little wisps at the sides of her face just in front of her ears. Shoe selection varies anywhere from the standard skateboard shoe to ankle high boots.

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Personality

Mysteriously Alluring | Seductive | Wary of others | Abrasive | Silver Tongued | Cool and Composed | Loyal | Affectionate | Possessive | Protective

Aneira at first glance gives off an innocently mysterious and enchanting allure. Despite her unique looks giving her away in a room she has the tendency to linger around the back burner until something warrants her interaction. Her silence and soul piercing gaze tend to entice others' attraction toward her only further shaping her captivating glamour. She utilizes this aspect of her personality to gather information and plays off of others behaviors and emotions generally utilizing the fine art of flattery and flirtation to get what she wants out of an interaction.

Quiet and reserved, much like her powers, she can be rather abrasive to get to know. This abrasiveness is merely a front, of course, a means to test others intentions surrounding her. She has a tendency to be immensely wary of others having a preternatural sense of ill intent or maliciousness hidden beneath their superficial facade. This ability to read others tends to make her much wiser than her age. Should someone attempt to cross her, nothing but pure ice and calm rage spills from her tongue inflicting pain right where it needs to hurt to get the point across. She generally does not give off what she reads upon others unless it is beneficial to herself or someone close to her. Once the surface of her personality is scratched through, there is a more driven and lively individual hidden beneath.

Those close to Aneira find her to be a very tactile individual requiring near constant physical touch. She is very much an individual who is immensely physically affectionate however is capable of drawing a line to avoid seeming clingy. Her closest friends find her to have a relatively cool and composed demeanor not really emitting too much emotion unless absolutely warranted. To those she loves she will lay down her life, to keep from harm by any means necessary. Anything that is given to her by those she loves is often reciprocated ten fold. Unfortunately, for her this unwavering bout of affection causes her to be a bit possessive over those she cares for oftentimes resulting in silent death stares and heavy observation.

Strengths

Incredibly agile and swift

A goddess at stealth

Excellent hand to hand combat skills particularly with daggers

Alluring enough to steal secrets from people

Calculating, Observant, and Wary

Holds strong leadership qualities should no one step up to the plate

Deathly Competitive

Flaws

Lacks physical strength

Appears incredibly fragile

Unable to perform long ranged abilities or maintain control of her powers for long periods

Known to hold grudges

Easily identifiable given her hair color and vitiligo

Once trust is broken very difficult to earn back

Poor tolerance toward heat

Requires a body or source of water to weild her ability

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History

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Crush: N/A {Open}
Friends: Open for affiliations

Family

Evelyn Stone (Biological Mother) X Jason Stone (Biological Father)

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Alekski Maksimilian, 56 (Adoptive Father)

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Theme Song(s)

Moose said:

Could I please reserve a spot? :3

Sanania said:

Aneira Isolde Stone

Uh-nAY-ruh eye-zowl-duh

Nickname(s): Iso, Neira

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Heterosexual

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Cryokinesis - Ice & Cold Manipulation

Description: Cryokinesis enables the ability to manipulate ice and cold temperatures. From ice daggers to shooting beams of ice Aneira is capable of wielding just about any weapon she so desires with minimal energy expenditure. Since birth, any room housing Aneria would have a tendency to support frigid temperatures which seem to follow her around. Unbothered by such temperatures she has become much more aware of others in her shared surroundings thus limiting her preferred weather climate to mostly herself. Not only capable of manipulating ice Aneira has the ability to wield avalanches through frigokinesis, the manipulation of snow, however this is an ability that has yet to be discovered and is at the cost of near complete energy expenditure depleting her entirely.

Strengths

Ice Bolt

A short beam of ice that is used against an opponent to either repel them away or freeze them in place for easier hand to hand melee combat.

Ice Jab

A short tiny release of cold air inflicted toward someone in close range. This move causes a brief moment of pain and discomfort toward the individual it is directed toward. Oftentimes this is done harmlessly and is generally too weak to inflict deadly damage.

Frozen Plane

Aneira is able to freeze surfaces containing water to hasten travel for herself. Additionally, it has the potential to reach opponents and cause them to slip or remain frozen in place should water spill across the surface they are standing on.

Icy Projectiles

A slew of sharp frozen dagger-like projectiles released from Aneira’s hands. She is capable of shooting roughly 10-15 at a time with minimal effort.

Frigid Convalescence

Aneira is able to heal wounds by freezing free water in the blood and renewing damaged cells. Wounds that are healed by her cold hands tend to have shiny frost feathered imprints at and around the site. This ability does not seem to utilize as much energy in comparison to others but has the potential to drain if utilized on wounds that are too big and attempted in one sitting.

Frost Screen

Aneira is able to form a protective shield of ice in front of her with the capability of absorbing incoming attacks. This ability is generally only held for as long as 20 minutes requiring a fair amount of energy to maintain for longer periods. She has yet to explore the full potential for this ability to develop a shield around herself.

Weaknesses

Cryo Bomb

An explosion of ice that can be aimed roughly 50 feet away from Aneira. Generally used to stun an opponent rather than inflict true damage, however, can cause severe frostbite on exposed skin and has the potential to temporarily blind an opponent. This ability is generally used as a last resort due to its potential to hasten a black out.

Arctic Breath

Aneira is able to shoot an icy breath from her mouth resulting in frozen terrain, or seemingly cooler temperature in the direction her mouth has pointed. As of now she is only able to emit short bursts in close range (maximum distance of 2 feet). Generally, takes a fair amount of energy to emit this ability therefore it is rather neglected. When used in a playful manner such as to blow a minute taste of cold air in the direction of a friend or to create a playful snowy snake tongue this ability does not tend to require much energy. When emitted for distance or for a longer period of time it has the potential to inflict lightheadedness in Aneira.

Glacial Wave

Using an insurmountable amount of energy Aneira is capable of sending a single wave of ice upon her local surroundings within a 100 foot radius. Unfortunately, this ability has only been used once and resulted in almost a two weeks worth black out period in which Aneira was essentially comatosed until her energy stores had been replenished.

Polar Inundation

In the presence of snow or a large amount of heavy rain this ability allows for Aneira to summon an avalanche burying opponents alive under mounds of heavy snow. Considerably draining of her energy stores, this ability has yet to be explored by Aneira. She will need to master managing her energy stores before attempting this ability.

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Physical Description

(c)maetheellen on Picrew

Aneira is a rather reserved and quiet individual. Her alluring and unique looks tend to drive others to break the ice first. Standing no taller than 5’3 her physique is best described as one of lithe taste and light musculature blessing her with stealthy prowess and grace. Her body shape is that of a triangle in which she has a tasteful set of wide hips, complemented with a thin waist, and relatively average sized bust. Her arms are lightly muscled, however appear rather dainty which would enable her to be quite agile in hand to hand combat. Despite having a wide set of hips her legs are well muscled and further accentuate her rump. Having well-muscled legs and being short in stature this gives her the ability to sprint long distances in short bursts with great speed. She carries herself poised ready to strike at any given moment however, bears a relatively relaxed demeanor across her facial features.

A soft set of full pink lips and a soft button nose which grace her face further accentuating her elegant appearance. She has a large set of round eyes with heterochromatic features. Her right eye is of a stone grey pigmentation almost as if one were to stare at death yet be comforted by the darkness of her pupil. Whereas, her left eye is of soft blue pigmentation giving the appearance of staring into a sea of crashing waves. She bears luxurious long lashes and given the condition of vitiligo her right eyelashes are of equally snow-white color as her hair. Aneira has a soft rounded face shape with a set of soft full cheeks. She also has small soft rounded ears that are littered with piercings along their edges. As mentioned previously she has long luxurious snow white hair that is curly. She generally wears it in a half up half down fashion with occasional curly wisps at the side of her face. Her eyebrows are evenly arched and shaped giving her the slightest look of annoyance, however can be easily mistaken as her neutral mask. At times she may appear to have a resting bitch face, however this is her being primarily focused on something.

Aneira has tawny beige skin littered with patches of fair colored skin throughout her body. Her most visible patches lay on her face, one sitting across the right eye, left cheek, and right corner of her chin. Both hands contain patches that trail up to her wrists, giving the appearance of gloves. She has a larger patch that begins at the front of her neck just above the chest that peels down to her breasts and wraps around her back following her spine. She bears a small splotch just beneath her belly button, a larger patch over her left thigh, and has twin patches on her inner thighs. Her right shin down to her ankle bears a patch and her left foot.

As far as attire goes Aneira has a preference for skin tight long sleeved crop tops and baggy sweatpants. On occasion she can be caught wearing ultra-high rise ripped jeans exposing a majority of her vitiligo. She dresses mostly for comfort, not so much anything else. For workout attire, baggy sweats and loosely fitted sleeveless tank tops with gaping sides are go-to’s for her. When working out she will generally tie her hair up in a messy bun with little wisps at the sides of her face just in front of her ears. Shoe selection varies anywhere from the standard skateboard shoe to ankle high boots.

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Personality

Mysteriously Alluring | Seductive | Wary of others | Abrasive | Silver Tongued | Cool and Composed | Loyal | Affectionate | Possessive | Protective

Aneira at first glance gives off an innocently mysterious and enchanting allure. Despite her unique looks giving her away in a room she has the tendency to linger around the back burner until something warrants her interaction. Her silence and soul piercing gaze tend to entice others' attraction toward her only further shaping her captivating glamour. She utilizes this aspect of her personality to gather information and plays off of others behaviors and emotions generally utilizing the fine art of flattery and flirtation to get what she wants out of an interaction.

Quiet and reserved, much like her powers, she can be rather abrasive to get to know. This abrasiveness is merely a front, of course, a means to test others intentions surrounding her. She has a tendency to be immensely wary of others having a preternatural sense of ill intent or maliciousness hidden beneath their superficial facade. This ability to read others tends to make her much wiser than her age. Should someone attempt to cross her, nothing but pure ice and calm rage spills from her tongue inflicting pain right where it needs to hurt to get the point across. She generally does not give off what she reads upon others unless it is beneficial to herself or someone close to her. Once the surface of her personality is scratched through, there is a more driven and lively individual hidden beneath.

Those close to Aneira find her to be a very tactile individual requiring near constant physical touch. She is very much an individual who is immensely physically affectionate however is capable of drawing a line to avoid seeming clingy. Her closest friends find her to have a relatively cool and composed demeanor not really emitting too much emotion unless absolutely warranted. To those she loves she will lay down her life, to keep from harm by any means necessary. Anything that is given to her by those she loves is often reciprocated ten fold. Unfortunately, for her this unwavering bout of affection causes her to be a bit possessive over those she cares for oftentimes resulting in silent death stares and heavy observation.

Strengths

Incredibly agile and swift

A goddess at stealth

Excellent hand to hand combat skills particularly with daggers

Alluring enough to steal secrets from people

Calculating, Observant, and Wary

Holds strong leadership qualities should no one step up to the plate

Deathly Competitive

Flaws

Lacks physical strength

Appears incredibly fragile

Unable to perform long ranged abilities or maintain control of her powers for long periods

Known to hold grudges

Easily identifiable given her hair color

Once trust is broken very difficult to earn back

Poor tolerance toward heat

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History

Quickly following the birth of Aneira there was an almost immediate reaction of wrongness from everyone in the room including her birth parents. The young couple looked to one another and then down at the snowy haired child littered with white patches across her face, hands, and a foot. The couple called and questioned numerous family members regarding familial genetics before ultimately making the decision to place her up for adoption, afraid of the consequences for keeping and rearing such an abomination.

It had only taken a few weeks for a brawny gentleman with three young boys to lay claim over the frosty haired child he had fostered. Alekski Maksimilian was a blue-eyed towering 6'7 man with a heart shaped face full of stubble and head full of hair. He had a strong mesomorphic build that had all the women swooning for him. A lumberjack by trade raising three biological children, and now an adoptive daughter; it was his wife who had passed following the birth of their third child who had encouraged him to foster children who had no home and welcome them into theirs. Alekski was a rough around the edges kind of man to everyone but his wife. Following her passing he had managed to remain that way even with his sons, that is until Aneira had fallen into his arms. There had been a switch that formed the moment he first held her which softened those ice-picked edges. Whether it had been her bone-chilling temperature in his arms or that of the room he knew she was his. Alekski had assumed exactly what potential his daughter would have and was set on preparing her to face the cruelty of society that would declare its judgment against her.

At the age of one and a half she had managed to begin forming icicles to soothe the remnants of teething pain, mimicking the frozen icicles her father had brought inside from their front porch. Her brothers were dumbfounded and held their baby sister with awe and deep love. They deemed her a goddess of snow and ice, to which their father advised them never to tell anyone at school because they would kill her if they knew. Thus her skills remained in secrecy to only the family. At the age of three she found joy in shooting icicles at her older brothers to which she was scolded for following an injury faced by Niko. Feeling bad afterwards she had approached him holding her hand over the slash on his arm and learned how to heal. From then on the brothers had always gone to her to heal their wounds, soon discovering the need to take extra precautions finding frost feathers in the area she healed.

At the age of five she had begun to throw temporary defensive shields in lieu of having things thrown at her constantly, from shoes to balls to even food whatever it was the moment it was thrown her direction up her shield went. Alekski, having felt as though she had mastered the skill of throwing projectiles, built a practicing area with targets at varying distances. Now commanding the seven year old to aim as far as she could.

Like any teenager Aneira wanted nothing but privacy and space. During a confrontation over talking to a boy from her eldest brother Antoni she had angrily thrown an ice bolt in his direction discovering a new attack and promptly apologizing having been banned from practicing her skills in the house. One other time she had discovered a new skill was out of spite toward an argument she had with Lucian jokingly freezing the ground beneath him while he talked to a girl one winter and watched him slip and fall right into her. As much as she adored her brothers they all knew how to get on each other's nerves and one instance Antoni had gotten beneath her skin enough she fired a tinge of cold air enough that it stung and resulted in a weeks worth of grounding.

During a training session with her father he had asked her to attempt to shoot an explosion of ice at the 50 ft line he had painted. Skeptical she made the attempt and to both of their amazement was capable of doing so, however almost immediately afterward she had fainted having only the most miniscule recollection of the event. Lucian, while typically docile, had managed to creep too close to Aneira and was met with a cold breath of icy air in the face. She now used that skill to tease all her siblings with a snake-like tongue of cold air that would kiss their noses. However, as always her father would attempt to weaponize any skill she developed. At one point well into twenty -first birthday her father had continued to go on and on about her needing to protect herself that she had broken down in front of him, sending the room they shared well into subzero temperatures unknowingly. She expressed such tiredness of having to always hide herself but understanding the reason for it however pointed out that she was never asked if she wanted to train and for once let her mind ramble on and on about never having a single relationship outside of her home and wanting just the slightest bit of freedom. Alekski knew he was pushing her however didn’t realize how far until she stormed off into the woods.

Upon her dismissal a stomping Aneira walked out into the cold throwing all the abilities she could unable to contain her icy rage anymore and finally bellowed out a wave of glacial ice 100 ft out toward nothing but woods. It would be her brothers that found her limp as a cooked noodle and for two weeks she was thrown into ice baths, laid in bed with ice packs scattered about. She only remembers being held on rotation by all the men in the home and awoke finding them all staring back at her.

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Crush: N/A {Open}
Friends: Open for affiliations

Family

Evelyn Stone (Biological Mother) X Jason Stone (Biological Father)

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Alekski Maksimilian (Adoptive Father)

Antoni Maksimilian (Adoptive Brother), Lucian Maksimilian (Adoptive Brother), Niko Artemy (Adoptive Brother)

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Theme Song(s)

hotline (edit) - Billie Eilish

snowfall - Øneheart, reidenshi

Ode to Vivian - Patrick Watson

Idea 10 - Gibran Alcocer

Thanks Rushie ^^

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Name:

Mila Svilena Monova

(M-I-la meaning ‘dear one’)

Nickname:

Mila, Miley (and she'd be up for more if you have them-)

Age:

22 years old

Gender/Pronouns:

Female. She/her.

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Birthday:

16th September

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Ability Name:

Mycokenesis, aka fungi manipulation

To put it simply, Mila can deal with all things fungi; her powers react to organic matter - with anything she touches being infused with mushrooms or other fungi. It may seem as if she can spread these wherever she wishes, leaving little fairy rings wherever her bare feet go. Some of her powers are a little more threatening, allowing her to inflict various effects of fungal spores apon a victim. However, with such a unique power comes a fair share of challenges.

Mila has a very weak control over exactly what she's doing when it comes to attacking using her abilities, particularly in regards to their intensity. Her powers were very instinctual when she was young, but as she suppressed them entirely, that control was lost and it altogether feels far more random now. She has hopes to somehow gain recontrol. Also these mushrooms she generates are as weak as their natural counterparts (but do sometimes have similarly powerful capabilities eg being poisonous) and therefore can be destroyed easily. She could, for example, try and grow a massive mushroom as a shield but it would be useless.

(Known) Sub-abilities:

Mycogeneration - Mila can grow any sort of mushroom or fungus as she wishes, provided the right enviroment is available. This is one of the few abilities she feels she has control over, knowing how to create various types of fungi purely from memory. Her creations of mushrooms when she walks barefoot is essentially passive - she has no control over whether it occurs or not, and can only prevent it by wearing clothing overtop her bare skin. She similarly wears gloves, to prevent certain accidents occuring. If she were to touch someone by accident there's no telling what she could inflict them with.

Fungus infestation: Through direct touch, she can inflict a number of changes upon her opponent. She can cause them to enter a hallucogenic status, be inflicted with toxins or even simply leech away their energy like some parasite. Worst of all though, is her ability to mimic the infamous cordyceps which allows her to take over the mind of her victim and bend it to her will. Although this is limted to more simplistic animal life, and something she tends to avoid messing around with. It is instinctual and subconcious, feeling to her like it's out of control. Additionally it takes a fair chunk of energy for each one of these, and even more so to gather and maintain a group of influenced animals under her powers.

Fungal digestion - Using her ability to create mushrooms on any organic matter, Mila can then touch the mushrooms created to gain energy from them, collected in turn from the organic and often decaying matter. Although it's gross, she can gather a lot of energy that way if needed - even not needing to eat when she has gathered enough. Although while she will have gathered enough energy to sustain herself, she still feels the chilling emptiness of an empty stomach if she has not eaten.

Mycogenesis healing - Touching her own bare skin at wound sites can allow her to slowly self-heal, but this can take a lot out of her, and can be incredibly difficult depending on her pain levels. This healing doesn't apply to anyone but herself and those long term effected by her infestation abilities - the latter of which will likely experience pain upon her touch.

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[Credit to Makowka on Picrew]

Physical Description:

On first glance Mila can tend to look a little off-putting, despite her general overall attractiveness. She has this almost-but-not-quite-bitchy, but nonchalant look about her, as if she can't quite bring herself to care about anything or anyone. Plus her pale peach skin tone has an almost sickly look about it at times, which could appear worrisome to some. Her expressions aren't exclusively sour, but she still seems to maintain an unimpressed aura that might scare off anyone lacking in confidence. In a way she can appear a bit miserable, if not completely bored. Those are rarely something she’d admit feeling though, so using her intended visual signals as an indicator to her current state of mind is rarely effective.

The highlight of Mila’s well designed, oval face, is her stunning eyes. Shaded a stunning forest green on the outer edges, they are only elevated in beauty by the sun-speckle yellow that dapples all across the iris like fallen leaves. There is even smaller flecks of oak-brown, circling her pupil like a ring of thorns to produce pretty hazel eyes overall. As for the shape, Mila accentuates the challenging alluring gaze with long swooping smoky eyeliner. With her narrow, and slightly upturned almond eyes, she has a slight tendency to look unimpressed or as if she’s irritated even when this is not so – as a result her expression can be a bit of a challenge in itself to read. It seems Mila is somewhat unaware of this, as she tries her very best to communicate through one long stare past her long black eyelashes, which doesn’t often translate well to the person she’s got her gaze locked on. Her soft pink lips are always twisted into a passive, slightly pouting shape; at her natural neutral state, Mila’s mouth can appear either downturned or upturned but it honestly depends on the one looking at her. If she’s got a truly positive nor negative expression you’d be able to tell without any deliberation - she's got a proper glare that be extra intimidating when she wants to be. Her thick dark eyebrows are what you might describe as ‘expressive’, often found with one slightly raised higher as if to say “Uhm ‘scuse you?”

Mila’s hair is altogether far more indicative of her mood than her face altogether. A wavy dark brown - like a shade of hickory – she rarely will repeat the same hairstyle from one day to another. Despite only reaching shoulder length at the back, she manages to get a couple dozen styles out of it. Plus she has a section at the front that functions well as bangs or can be left flopping slightly towards one eye. She doesn’t bother wasting her time on planning out different hairstyles however, simply ties down a section with a ribbon and calls it a day – which actually gives her a quite attractive effortless beauty. Though the waves of her hair is prominent enough to add some volume and thickness to her hair, Mila thankfully doesn't struggle with keeping her hair neat beyond basic maintenance. The style, albeit unplanned, actually can provide quite the insight to her mind for the day. If she’s got it all pinned up, then today is a day for her to get to business, whether she’s aware of that fact or not. When she’s letting it down to do its own thing however, she is up for a bit more relaxation and freedom, instead going with wherever the flow takes her. It’s interesting to note that these spontaneous actions are truly subconscious, and she hasn’t made a link between her morning hairstyling routine and her plans for the day – even if others have noticed it and can plan to join or avoid her accordingly.

In terms of her physical stature, Mila is not the tallest around (about 5’7") with most of her energy going into her lithe muscles and strong shoulders. She’s someone who likes to keep active, even if it is something as simplistic as daily jogs around her local area or going rock climbing, which keeps her toned body in shape. She seems as if strength is a strong suit: much easier for her to accomplish than top speeds as she really values stamina over a quick pace. Similarly, while she is decently agile, she would much rather squeeze herself into small areas with some impressive flexibility than go running off to escape some threat. Besides, if she were to be chased by something, she’d much prefer knowing what it was with her facing it from afar – instead of simply running off like she used to when she was a kid... Having worked on her strength more and more, she has also garnered some deceptively strong legs, giving her calves a discreetly powerful size and allowing her to deliver some clumsy but aggressive kicks if need be. And she sure as hell isn’t holding back if it ever reaches that point, so expect some bruises if you get on the wrong wrong side of Mila Monova.

When she’s relaxed, Mila can more often than not be found perched up on some counter or bar with her arms crossed as she leans back on a wall, her gaze scanning everyone below. That’s not to say she looks down on anyone; despite her slighty unapproachable aura, she is very down to earth and will adjust her body language to be more welcoming... which is usually simply dropping the rigid arms and waving out some beverage in the direction of a newcomer. But whatever works, works. She possesses this disarming confidence about her, which can be found in the way she walks: with purpose and a clear sence of direction. Mila essentially never looks ‘lost’, always going from a to b – she can be more flexible and switch paths, but it’s done in such an effortless way that it might be impossible to spot when she does change her mind and her way. Her voice is a deep and smooth tone, never really fluctuating in volume besides the rare outburst of anger or lapse in judgement. Mila seems to be well put together, but at times her patience can wear thin and her voice can become overly snappish. She might also find herself drawling out insults when someone hasn’t understood she’s bored of them, her aggression turning ridiculously and overbearingly passive.

Though she isn't going to win best dressed any time soon, Mila does have some sense of style about herself. She gravitates to more earthy colours: yellows, browns, greens, greys which might wash out her pale skintone, but she doesn't care. She also has a liking for silver jewelry, so often wears hoop earrings and necklaces - though keeps her ornaments simplistic because she doesn't like the feeling of too many piled up. Mila can also - unsuprisingly - be found with specks of earth clinging to her clothes anyway, when she has been out gardening; spending time outside with flora and fawna helps her meditate well in a way nothing else can quite achieve. She's aqquired a pleasant earthy scent from this too, but it's not that noticable unless you're up super close. Always wearing thick boots, she can add an inch or two to her height and an even more intimidating stride to her walk - all slightly spoiled by the thin layer of earthy residue on them and the markings of wear and tear. She does keep clean for the most part though, in neat turtlenecks and blazers; she mostly keeps her skin fully covered, right up to her neck and to her feet. There are also the gloves: thick and leathery-like (but not quite leather) that remain on her hands at almost all times. If you catch her in the right mood - tinkering with some personal idea, you might find her with her sleeves rolled up and a determined look of concentration upon her face. Notibly, the gloves still remain on.

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Personality:

Very independently minded | Suprisingly good at following instructions - but only if she thinks you've earnt her respect | Prickly when you first meet her | Pretty high self-esteem (mostly) | Energetic when she's on on her own | Introverted | People tend to drain her | Struggles with meaningful relationships | Easily makes shallow friendships | Unapologetically puts herself first | Can be intense at times | Slightly arrogant | Passionate | Values actions above any words | Prefers working with her hands | Adventurous and slightly reckless | Struggles to listen if she's bored or uninterested | Not very affectionate | A bit skeptic sometimes | Creative - likes to screw around with random discarded items she finds | Straightforward always - painfully direct | Hates being interrupted when she's focused | Super spontaneous | Rediculously stubborn but switches from task to task without any sign of interruption | Blunt and sometimes insensitive | Very focused on the here and now | Gets bored of anything not in her interests quickly | Frustratingly unapologetic | Private and reserved | Good observer - notices details | Forces herself out of her comfort zone often | Can be snarky | Tries to get along with everyone | Assertive and confident, sometimes bordering on cocky | Can remain chill over pretty much anything (unless it's boring or anger-inducing) | Direct and decisive | Decently impatient... until she's not | Bold and a born improviser | A little more torn up inside than you'd guess from knowing her

(I do want to write this out properly, but hopefully this is okay for now?)

Strengths:

When she's in the middle of something she's deeply committed/passionate | Very resourceful - likes to build and create | Adaptable and spontaneous - catches on to new things faster than most others | Very honest and straightforward - no use faffing about| Knows what she's doing independently| Down to earth and grounded - relatable when you get to know her

Flaws:

Stubborn and unapologetic - won't admit when she's wrong, would much rather move on quickly | A bit insensitive and inconsiderate, especially immune to others emotions - logic based | A bit too independent - can keep a bit too much to herself and struggles to branch out when everyone else seems like they're more comfortable| Gets very bored and impatient easily | Skeptical and sometimes pushy in knowing things

Likes:

Dislikes:

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Crush: None (yet)

Friends: (Open! Possibly someone she's known from before?)

Family:

She estranged from her parents. She has several siblings though, who she misses. They're doing fine as far as she can tell.

History:

Mila had a pretty normal childhood, doing all the normal toddler and then preteen things of exploring the woods behind her house and playing with the bugs and ants in her back garden. What wasn’t so normal was exactly how she played in those many hours she spent alone while her older siblings were off at school. In the forest, she found that if she concentrated in just the right way mushrooms could grow with every barefooted step, and soon she was coating the leafy floor with strange fungi of various types. It was strange how quickly this new skill came to her - like some kind of otherworldly instinct. What happened with the ants she studied was far more sinister however.

One time, loosing her childish temper at two warring ant colonies, she ever so gently poked a brutish ant which was inciting some unneccesary warfare. Fungi quickly bloomed all across the creature and Mila, having no understanding of what it was, thought nothing of it - leaving soon after to return home. That was until the awoke the next morning with strange mushroom infused ants in her bedroom. Apparently her touch had infected the creatures in some way, and now they seemed - strangely - to want to follow her. To treat her like their queen. To follow her every command. Her only option was to exterminate them, since she knew her mother would scream and loose her mind at the sight of the tiny creatures in the house. Since then, in extreme cautiousness, she has refused all touch, and wears a pair of gloves almost constantly. A few years later her parents somehow found issue with this and ended up berating her until she finally admitted something strange had been occuring to her since she was at least five.

It's safe to say things would have been better if they had never found out. Mila hasn't been home for a good couple years now - if she can even still call that place 'home', and isn't planning to go back any time soon. Up until she recieved the letter, she had been happily(ish) self sustaining herself and doing lots of mainly gardening jobs and such to get by. Things have been okay. Not the best, but she gladly makes do with what she's got. There are worse alternatives.

Theme song(s):

Eat your young - Hozier

Sun bleached flies - Ethel Cain

Spellbound said:

Dang it I missed this gem 🥹

Rushie said:

Spellbound said:

Dang it I missed this gem 🥹

Hold up, are you interested?? 👀