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Character: Atoli Malokai
Birth Name: Unknown
Current Name: Atoli Malokai
Age: Ujnknown
Height: 5'10
Weight: 142
Eye Color: Cerulean Blue (Left) Dull Gray (Right)
Hair Color: Blond
Skin Tone: Peachy
Birthplace: Unknown
Current Residence None as of now
Race: Human
Sexuality: Bisexual
Family: Unknown
It had been almost a year since Atoli's life had been turned upside down. She woke up one day with no memories, not even the smallest detail to claim as her own. It was a disorienting experience, one that left her feeling lost and confused. She couldn't recall her childhood, her family, or even her own name. But she was alive, thanks to a kind priestess named Sophora. Sophora had taken her in, nursed her back to health, and even blessed her with a new name: Atoli Malokai.
Atoli was grateful for Sophora's kindness and decided to stay in the temple to repay her debt. She worked as a cleric, helping those who were sick and injured. As time passed, she discovered that she had a natural talent for healing. It was a skill that she embraced and enjoyed, finding solace in helping others
At first, Atoli had felt indebted to Sophora for saving her life and had decided to stay at the temple to repay her kindness. She didn't know what else to do, so she began to work as a cleric, helping those in need. She quickly discovered that she had a natural talent for healing, and it brought her a sense of fulfillment to help others. As she worked in the temple, Atoli began to learn more about Selune, the goddess of the moon, and felt a growing sense of connection to her. She found solace in the peaceful surroundings of the temple and in her work, but still, there was a nagging feeling inside her, a yearning to know who she was and where she came from.
Despite not having any memories of her past, Atoli remained optimistic and continued to work hard, hoping that one day she would regain her memories. She knew that her life had taken an unexpected turn, but she was determined to make the most of it.
Over time, Atoli became more confident in her abilities and began to take on more responsibilities in the temple. She also began to make friends with the other clerics and priests, and they would often talk about their experiences and beliefs. Although Atoli couldn't remember her own past, she found comfort in hearing their stories and learning about the world outside the temple.
As she continued to work and live in the temple, Atoli knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be. She was grateful for Sophora's kindness and for the new life that she had been given, and she was determined to use her abilities to help others and spread the word of Selune.
She had a feeling that her destiny was just beginning to unfold.
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Current Name: Atoli Malokai
Age: Ujnknown
Height: 5'10
Weight: 142
Eye Color: Cerulean Blue (Left) Dull Gray (Right)
Hair Color: Blond
Skin Tone: Peachy
Birthplace: Unknown
Current Residence None as of now
Race: Human
Sexuality: Bisexual
Family: Unknown
It had been almost a year since Atoli's life had been turned upside down. She woke up one day with no memories, not even the smallest detail to claim as her own. It was a disorienting experience, one that left her feeling lost and confused. She couldn't recall her childhood, her family, or even her own name. But she was alive, thanks to a kind priestess named Sophora. Sophora had taken her in, nursed her back to health, and even blessed her with a new name: Atoli Malokai.
Atoli was grateful for Sophora's kindness and decided to stay in the temple to repay her debt. She worked as a cleric, helping those who were sick and injured. As time passed, she discovered that she had a natural talent for healing. It was a skill that she embraced and enjoyed, finding solace in helping others
At first, Atoli had felt indebted to Sophora for saving her life and had decided to stay at the temple to repay her kindness. She didn't know what else to do, so she began to work as a cleric, helping those in need. She quickly discovered that she had a natural talent for healing, and it brought her a sense of fulfillment to help others. As she worked in the temple, Atoli began to learn more about Selune, the goddess of the moon, and felt a growing sense of connection to her. She found solace in the peaceful surroundings of the temple and in her work, but still, there was a nagging feeling inside her, a yearning to know who she was and where she came from.
Despite not having any memories of her past, Atoli remained optimistic and continued to work hard, hoping that one day she would regain her memories. She knew that her life had taken an unexpected turn, but she was determined to make the most of it.
Over time, Atoli became more confident in her abilities and began to take on more responsibilities in the temple. She also began to make friends with the other clerics and priests, and they would often talk about their experiences and beliefs. Although Atoli couldn't remember her own past, she found comfort in hearing their stories and learning about the world outside the temple.
As she continued to work and live in the temple, Atoli knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be. She was grateful for Sophora's kindness and for the new life that she had been given, and she was determined to use her abilities to help others and spread the word of Selune.
She had a feeling that her destiny was just beginning to unfold.
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Character: Sinova Kilani (Zen-Oh-Va Kil-Lani)
About Sinova Kilani
Birth Name: Zara Nirath
Current Name Sinova Killani
Age: 47
Height: 5'10
Weight: 142
Eye Color: Crystal Blue
Hair Color: Silver
Skin Tone: Light Purple
Birthplace: Menzoberranzan
Current Residence None as of now
Race: Drow
Sexuality Lesbian
Family: Her father is Auriel Nirath and her mother is Theron Nirath
Occupation: Adventurer/ Traveler
BACKSTORY
Hailing from the dark and dangerous city of Menzoberranzan, Zara Nirath was born into a life of ruthless devotion to the Spider Queen, Lolth. Her parents, Auriel and Theron Nirath, were staunch followers of Lolth, and from a young age, Zara was trained to become a skilled warrior in the service of her goddess. Her upbringing was harsh and uncompromising, with little time for anything beyond the pursuit of power and violence.
Despite her commitment to Lolth and the Drow way of life, Zara always felt a sense of emptiness inside of her. She yearned for something more, a sense of purpose and fulfillment that her martial training could not provide. She searched for meaning in the dark recesses of her heart, but to no avail.
One night, after falling into a deep slumber, Zara found herself standing in a vast, moonlit clearing. She looked around and saw that she was surrounded by tall trees and the distant sound of running water. It was a peaceful and tranquil place, unlike anything she had ever seen before. As she gazed up at the beautiful, full moon above her, a figure appeared before her, stepping out from the shadows of the trees.
It was a woman of stunning beauty, with long, silver hair that shone in the moonlight. She wore a dress made of spider silk, but despite the resemblance to her mother's goddess, this woman's aura felt different. It was warm and inviting, emanating a sense of kindness and compassion that Zara had never experienced before. She had heard stories of a rival goddess of her people, who represented hope and redemption, but had never believed them to be true. She dropped to her knees, feeling a rush of emotion as tears streamed down her face. She had never felt so humbled in the presence of another being.
"My child," Eilistraee spoke softly, her voice echoing through the clearing. "I have been watching you, and I sense your struggle. You have been trained in the ways of Lolth, but your heart longs for something more."
Zara nodded, her voice caught in her throat. "Yes, my lady," she whispered, feeling both overwhelmed and grateful at the same time.
Eilistraee reached out her hand, and Zara took it, feeling a warm and comforting sensation spread through her body. "Come, my child," Eilistraee said, leading her towards the moonlit water. "Let us dance together, and I will show you a new path."
As they danced under the moonlight, Zara felt a sense of joy and freedom that she had never felt before. She realized that there was more to life than just violence and darkness, and that she had a choice in who she worshiped and what path she took. She knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for - a chance to break free from the chains of her upbringing and find her own way. Before parting, however, the goddess bestowed a new name to Zara to signify a new beginning; Sinova Killani
In the days and weeks that followed, Sinova found herself drawn to the teachings of Eilistraee. She learned about love, compassion, and the beauty of music and dance. She began to see the world in a different light, and her heart filled with hope and a sense of purpose that she had never experienced before. She knew that her journey was just beginning, but she felt grateful for the guidance and wisdom of Eilistraee, who had shown her that there was always a new path to be taken.
However she knew that she couldn't tell her parents or any people she knew. Worshiping anyone other than Lolth was absolute heresy, and it resulted in either death, or enslavement.
PERSONALITY
Sinova Kilani is an enigmatic and introspective individual, often shrouded in a veil of mystery.
Oftentimes she carries an air of quiet contemplation, observing the world around her with a discerning eye before revealing her true self. Having been raised in the treacherous city of Menzoberranzan, her upbringing has instilled in her a deep wariness and guardedness. Trust is a precious commodity, and Sinova is cautious about whom she allows into her inner circle. Her reserved nature should not be mistaken for aloofness or lack of empathy. Rather, it is a reflection of her cautious approach to new relationships. Her stoic exterior serves as a shield, protecting her heart and ensuring that those she allows into her inner circle are deserving of her trust.
In time, those who are patient and open themselves to understanding Sinova will discover a deeply empathetic and resilient individual who, despite her reserved demeanor, holds a steadfast commitment to compassion, justice, and the pursuit of a better world.
As a devout follower of Eliastraee, Sinova's cautiousness takes on a particular significance.
She recognizes the importance of spreading her goddess's teachings while safeguarding the safety of her fellow worshippers. Sinova treads carefully, meticulously selecting those she believes will benefit from Eliastraee's message and offering them a sanctuary amidst the darkness.
Despite her guarded demeanor however, Sinova possesses a magnetic presence when her passions are ignited.
Dancing is the language of Sinova's soul, her body serving as the vessel through which she communicates and connects with the world around her. With each graceful step, every fluid motion, she weaves stories, evokes emotions, and expresses the very essence of her being. It speaks of joy and sorrow, of pain and healing, of longing and fulfillment. Her expressions are a mirror of her emotions, conveying the depth of her connection to Eliastraee. Each sway of her hips, each extension of her limbs, carries a story that unfolds before the eyes of her audience. It is a narrative of hope, resilience, and the triumph of light over darkness. Her eyes, radiant and filled with purpose, reflect the divine presence that guides her every move. Her smile, gentle and serene, invites others to join her in the celebration of life and the power of compassion
Sinova Kilani holds a complex perspective when it comes to laws. As a follower of Eliastraee, she upholds the values of compassion, justice, and the pursuit of a better world. She believes in the importance of maintaining a just and equitable society where all individuals are treated with fairness and respect. However, Sinova also recognizes that not all laws are inherently just or fair. She understands that systems of power can be corrupted and that laws can be used to oppress and marginalize certain groups of people. In such cases, she feels compelled to challenge and question these unjust laws in order to strive for a more inclusive and egalitarian society. Sinova's approach to laws is not one of blind obedience, but rather one of discernment and critical thinking.
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Birth Name: Zara Nirath
Current Name Sinova Killani
Age: 47
Height: 5'10
Weight: 142
Eye Color: Crystal Blue
Hair Color: Silver
Skin Tone: Light Purple
Birthplace: Menzoberranzan
Current Residence None as of now
Race: Drow
Sexuality Lesbian
Family: Her father is Auriel Nirath and her mother is Theron Nirath
Occupation: Adventurer/ Traveler
BACKSTORY
Hailing from the dark and dangerous city of Menzoberranzan, Zara Nirath was born into a life of ruthless devotion to the Spider Queen, Lolth. Her parents, Auriel and Theron Nirath, were staunch followers of Lolth, and from a young age, Zara was trained to become a skilled warrior in the service of her goddess. Her upbringing was harsh and uncompromising, with little time for anything beyond the pursuit of power and violence.
Despite her commitment to Lolth and the Drow way of life, Zara always felt a sense of emptiness inside of her. She yearned for something more, a sense of purpose and fulfillment that her martial training could not provide. She searched for meaning in the dark recesses of her heart, but to no avail.
One night, after falling into a deep slumber, Zara found herself standing in a vast, moonlit clearing. She looked around and saw that she was surrounded by tall trees and the distant sound of running water. It was a peaceful and tranquil place, unlike anything she had ever seen before. As she gazed up at the beautiful, full moon above her, a figure appeared before her, stepping out from the shadows of the trees.
It was a woman of stunning beauty, with long, silver hair that shone in the moonlight. She wore a dress made of spider silk, but despite the resemblance to her mother's goddess, this woman's aura felt different. It was warm and inviting, emanating a sense of kindness and compassion that Zara had never experienced before. She had heard stories of a rival goddess of her people, who represented hope and redemption, but had never believed them to be true. She dropped to her knees, feeling a rush of emotion as tears streamed down her face. She had never felt so humbled in the presence of another being.
"My child," Eilistraee spoke softly, her voice echoing through the clearing. "I have been watching you, and I sense your struggle. You have been trained in the ways of Lolth, but your heart longs for something more."
Zara nodded, her voice caught in her throat. "Yes, my lady," she whispered, feeling both overwhelmed and grateful at the same time.
Eilistraee reached out her hand, and Zara took it, feeling a warm and comforting sensation spread through her body. "Come, my child," Eilistraee said, leading her towards the moonlit water. "Let us dance together, and I will show you a new path."
As they danced under the moonlight, Zara felt a sense of joy and freedom that she had never felt before. She realized that there was more to life than just violence and darkness, and that she had a choice in who she worshiped and what path she took. She knew that this was the moment she had been waiting for - a chance to break free from the chains of her upbringing and find her own way. Before parting, however, the goddess bestowed a new name to Zara to signify a new beginning; Sinova Killani
In the days and weeks that followed, Sinova found herself drawn to the teachings of Eilistraee. She learned about love, compassion, and the beauty of music and dance. She began to see the world in a different light, and her heart filled with hope and a sense of purpose that she had never experienced before. She knew that her journey was just beginning, but she felt grateful for the guidance and wisdom of Eilistraee, who had shown her that there was always a new path to be taken.
However she knew that she couldn't tell her parents or any people she knew. Worshiping anyone other than Lolth was absolute heresy, and it resulted in either death, or enslavement.
PERSONALITY
Sinova Kilani is an enigmatic and introspective individual, often shrouded in a veil of mystery.
Oftentimes she carries an air of quiet contemplation, observing the world around her with a discerning eye before revealing her true self. Having been raised in the treacherous city of Menzoberranzan, her upbringing has instilled in her a deep wariness and guardedness. Trust is a precious commodity, and Sinova is cautious about whom she allows into her inner circle. Her reserved nature should not be mistaken for aloofness or lack of empathy. Rather, it is a reflection of her cautious approach to new relationships. Her stoic exterior serves as a shield, protecting her heart and ensuring that those she allows into her inner circle are deserving of her trust.
In time, those who are patient and open themselves to understanding Sinova will discover a deeply empathetic and resilient individual who, despite her reserved demeanor, holds a steadfast commitment to compassion, justice, and the pursuit of a better world.
As a devout follower of Eliastraee, Sinova's cautiousness takes on a particular significance.
She recognizes the importance of spreading her goddess's teachings while safeguarding the safety of her fellow worshippers. Sinova treads carefully, meticulously selecting those she believes will benefit from Eliastraee's message and offering them a sanctuary amidst the darkness.
Despite her guarded demeanor however, Sinova possesses a magnetic presence when her passions are ignited.
Dancing is the language of Sinova's soul, her body serving as the vessel through which she communicates and connects with the world around her. With each graceful step, every fluid motion, she weaves stories, evokes emotions, and expresses the very essence of her being. It speaks of joy and sorrow, of pain and healing, of longing and fulfillment. Her expressions are a mirror of her emotions, conveying the depth of her connection to Eliastraee. Each sway of her hips, each extension of her limbs, carries a story that unfolds before the eyes of her audience. It is a narrative of hope, resilience, and the triumph of light over darkness. Her eyes, radiant and filled with purpose, reflect the divine presence that guides her every move. Her smile, gentle and serene, invites others to join her in the celebration of life and the power of compassion
Sinova Kilani holds a complex perspective when it comes to laws. As a follower of Eliastraee, she upholds the values of compassion, justice, and the pursuit of a better world. She believes in the importance of maintaining a just and equitable society where all individuals are treated with fairness and respect. However, Sinova also recognizes that not all laws are inherently just or fair. She understands that systems of power can be corrupted and that laws can be used to oppress and marginalize certain groups of people. In such cases, she feels compelled to challenge and question these unjust laws in order to strive for a more inclusive and egalitarian society. Sinova's approach to laws is not one of blind obedience, but rather one of discernment and critical thinking.
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MHA Writing Sample
The early morning sun begins its ascent over the horizon, painting the sky above Mustafar in hues of deep orange and pink. Rays of light slowly pierce through the city's skyline, casting a warm and gentle glow that heralds the start of a new day. Slowly, but surely, the sun's golden tendrils stretch across the urban landscape, illuminating the towering buildings and busy thoroughfares with a soft, ethereal light. The once dimly lit streets of Mustafar begin to come alive as the sun's rays dance upon its surfaces.
In the streets, the streetlights begin flickering off, one by one, their duties as guides now fulfilled. Not long after, the glow of the various neon signs, which painted the vast cityscape in vibrant, electric colors, begin to dim as well, yielding to the natural light now encompassing the streets.
As the sun's light spills over the city, the streets of Mustafar gradually begin to stir with life.
Shopkeepers commence the ritual of opening their storefronts, deftly flipping their signs from "Closed" to "Open." The alluring scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts from nearby cafes, a siren call for patrons in search of their morning caffeine fix. Commuters steadily gather around the bus stops with the low rumble of engines announcing the departure of the first trains, transporting weary passengers to their intended destinations.
In the heart of Mustafar, within a modest apartment building, the dawn's light gently begins seeping through the window of a certain green-haired hero loving boy named Izuku Midoriya. As the early morning sun cast a soft, golden glow through Izuku's room, it played the role of a patient alarm clock, gently coaxing him awake. As his consciousness stirred, he gradually became aware of the tranquility that enveloped him. The room seemed to hold its breath in the hush of dawn.
Then, suddenly, that serenity was shattered by a familiar and enthusiastic declaration.
***"I AM HERE!"***
The triumphant declaration repeated itself, each word ringing through the room. The voice was unmistakable, belonging to none other than All Might, Izuku's hero and inspiration. The proclamation had come from his cherished alarm clock, which had burst to life with unwavering zeal. Izuku's eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy with sleep. He blinked away the remnants of dreams, his gaze drifting around the room. The soft, golden light filtering through the curtains painted everything in a warm, surreal glow.
"The symbol of peace... Morning already..." he mumbled, his voice a groggy protest against the early hour.
***"HAVE NO FEAR, CITIZEN!"***
His eyelids felt heavy, as if weighted down by the remnants of slumber. Izuku's struggle to keep them open was evident in the way they fluttered, threatening to drift back into the realm of dreams. With every blink, he fought to push past the grogginess clinging to his mind like a stubborn fog. With little sense of urgency in his movement, he sluggishly reached his hand out for his alarm clock, his fingers moving in their quest to silence the heroic call.
***"STOP EVIL VIL–”***
With a satisfying click, Izuku succeeded in silencing the alarm. Slowly, he came to his senses, a familiar weight settled in his mind– a reminder of the late-night indulgence he couldn’t resist. His gaze shifted to the clock on his nightstand, and he sighed as he realized how little sleep he had gotten.
“Ugh, HeroTube,” he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with regret. “I shouldn’t have stayed up so late watching hero videos.”
Despite his weariness, a wistful smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he thought back to the electrifying debut of Silver Rose, the newest Pro Hero who had captured his attention on HeroTube.
“Silver Rose is so amazing,” he mused, his fatigue momentarily forgotten as he recalled her inspiring actions in the vid. Mustering what little energy he had left, Izuku let out a small grunt and pushed himself up with his hand. Sitting up in his bed, he shoved aside his cozy blanket and as he did, he immediately felt a strong shiver coursing through his body as the morning air prickled his skin.
Taking a moment to acclimate to the chill, Izuku's eyes fell upon the heroes that adorned his room.
Dominating the corner of her room was a vivid poster of Miruko, the fierce and agile Rabbit Hero. In the image, she was captured in mid-leap, her gaze blazing with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the very paper. Standing on the shelf beneath her is a limited edition figurine of Present Mic, the Voice Hero. It showcased the hero with his iconic oversized headphones along with a bold grin on his face, radiating positivity and the power of unity through the strength of his voice.
But the most prominent hero, the one that commanded the center stage of his room, was that of All Might.
The poster of the Symbol of Peace himself was showcased in his most iconic pose: towering, muscular, and beaming with an unbreakable spirit. Every detail was captured perfectly, from the iconic smile to the triumphant pose with a raised, clenched fist. Beneath the large poster were various All Might action figures.
Each one stood tall and proud, their muscular forms and heroic poses served as a daily reminder of his greatest inspiration. Each figure captured a different facet of All Might's indomitable spirit, from his trademark smile to his iconic, thumbs up pose.
They were more than mere toys; they were symbols of hope and the embodiment of the hero he aspired to be.
"Today's the day," Izuku murmured, a spark of excitement igniting in his eyes, "I'll be taking my first step in U.A! The very halls All Might himself walked when he was training to be a hero!"
Just the mere thought sent a surge of adrenaline through him, and a wide, determined smile graced his face. The dream he had nurturing for so long was now finally within reach, and he couldn't wait to take that first step toward his heroic future
He reached for his hero-themed slippers, each one emblazoned with the familiar All Might emblem and slipped them on. They were a gift from his mom, a small but cherished token of her support for his dreams to go and attend U.A. Just as he was about to get up onto his feet and head over to his closet to get dressed, he paused. An intrusive thought slowly begins worming its way into his mind.
'I wonder if he made it in,' he thought bitterly.
A vivid image of his former friend, a boy with wild, spiky blond hair flashed before his mind, his words echoing, “I’M GONNA BE THE NEXT NUMBER ONE AFTER ALL MIGHT!”. The image flickered between his big, confident smile and the look of rage and anger. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror.
There, staring back at him, were the burn scars etched deeply into his face.
The right side of his face, from his temple down to his cheek, carried the marks of burns, a painful testament to the fire that had engulfed him. The skin was discolored and textured, a harsh contrast to the smoothness of his untouched left side. His right eye, once bright and full of curiosity, was now surrounded by the twisted and raised tissue of the burn scars. The freckles on the right side of his cheek, once more prominent, were now faded and harder to see.
For a moment, he was lost in thought, memories of the incident flooding his mind.
_______________
"Kacchan… heroes help people, not hurt them. What you're doing... it's not right. You're acting like a villain."
_______________
“They never give up, so I won’t either,” Izuku murmured to himself, drawing strength from the symbols of hope that surrounded him.
Then, without warning, an unexpected and searing twinge of pain shot through his entire right side like a lightning bolt. Instinctively, his left hand shot out and clamped down on his right bicep, as if trying to physically contain the pain. His fingers dug into the muscles of his arm, seeking some form of relief or control.
“Not…again!” he hissed through his clenched teeth, his voice trembling with discomfort. It felt as if an invisible blade had sliced through his right arm, and he couldn’t suppress a sharp, involuntary gasp. Every muscle in his body tensed, and he could feel his heart racing as he grappled with the agony surging within him. His vision momentarily blurred as he clenched his teeth even harder, desperately trying to stifle the cry threatening to escape his lips.
Seconds ticked by and gradually, he regained control over his body. The writhing pain began to ebb, replaced by a dull, persistent ache that verberated through his entire right arm. With great effort, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze shifting downward to his right arm, which was a constant source of pain and determination. Hidden beneath the fabric and away from prying eyes, there was no flesh, no hand.
Only a carefully concealed stump.
With a trembling hand, he slowly released his grip on his bicep, his fingers slick with sweat before setting his left arm down at his side. His breathing was labored and his body felt drained, as if he had just endured a grueling battle.
"Izuku, it's time to wake up, sweetheart," Inko's soothing voice echoed through the room, soft and full of maternal concern.
The sound of her voice, filled with warmth and love, acted like a lifeline, tugging him away from the painful memory that had engulfed him. Slowly, he blinked away the remnants of his traumatic recollection, his heart still racing.
"Mom," he finally managed to croak, his voice strained from the emotions that had gripped him. "I'm awake."
With her son's response, Inko entered the room, her gentle smile unwavering. She approached Izuku, who was still sitting on the edge of his bed, his gaze fixed on the All Might memorabilia that adorned his room. Inko's eyes were filled with understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the battles Izuku faced every day.
"Breakfast is ready, dear," she said softly, her hand resting on his shoulder with a comforting squeeze. "Take your time getting ready. I'll be in the dining room."
With a deep breath, he began to gather himself, summoning the strength to move forward. With determined resolve, Izuku began to get dressed, methodically putting on his uniform. Each button, each shoelace, was a reminder that he could adapt and overcome, even in the face of adversity.
With his school uniform neatly donned and a renewed determination in his heart, Izuku made his way down the hallway.
"Thank you, Mom," he replied, his voice soft but filled with warmth.
Izuku then sat down at his kitchen table, a steaming bowl of katsudon on the table in front of him. The sight and scent of the breakfast brought a nostalgic sense of comfort. The delicious aroma of the crispy pork cutlet, savory sauce, and fluffy rice filled the air, momentarily easing the lingering ache in his right arm. He picked up his chopsticks with his left hand and took a bite, savoring the comforting taste that always seemed to soothe his soul
Today was a significant day for him as a student in the Support Course at U.A. High School, the prestigious academy for aspiring heroes. It was going to be his first day of school with classes that focused on developing cutting-edge hero support equipment and gadgets.
After finishing his katsudon, he meticulously cleaned up, ensuring his apartment was neat and organized. He then grabbed his bag, filled with tools and prototypes he had been working on tirelessly.
Outside, the morning sun bathed the city in a warm glow. Izuku headed towards the train station, the anticipation of the day's lessons and projects driving him forward. He knew that even without a Quirk, he had a vital role to play in the world of heroes, supporting them with his innovative creations. As he boarded the train to U.A. Izuku couldn't help but smile. After a short, 10 minute ride, Izuku stepped off the train and made his way towards U.A. It didn't take even five minutes before he spotted the famous U shape building looming high in the distance. The campus loomed ahead, an impressive sigh with his towering gates as students of all shapes and sizes walked through them. Taking a deep breath, he pushed down his anxious jitters and proced to apporach the gate and pull out his student ID as it scaned it.
"STUDENT CONFIRMED" The robotic voice echoed, granting him access.
Upon hearing those two words, his lips burst into a grin so wide it felt like it might touch his ears. Even though he got his comfirmation letter a couple of weeks ago, he couldn't help but wonder that maybe it was a mistake. That maybe there was some other Izuku Midoriya that got in that was suppost to be addressed to, as unlikely as that sounded. However, this confirmation proved one thing.
This is where he belonged.
Passing through the gates, he found himself passing by various students though he found himself lost in thought. Old habits die hard and here, he was seeing new quirks everywhere. Some obvious and other's not so obvious. He hadn't even realized he had pulled out his notebook and begin jotting down some note.
"Judging by first glance, that student might possess a hardening type quirk. Metal base? High probibility, what type of steel, unknown." He muttered rapidly to himself, continuing, "Based on appearence, this one seems like his quirk is --"
Without warning, he bump into something, tearing him out of his thoughts as he stumbled backwards.
In the streets, the streetlights begin flickering off, one by one, their duties as guides now fulfilled. Not long after, the glow of the various neon signs, which painted the vast cityscape in vibrant, electric colors, begin to dim as well, yielding to the natural light now encompassing the streets.
As the sun's light spills over the city, the streets of Mustafar gradually begin to stir with life.
Shopkeepers commence the ritual of opening their storefronts, deftly flipping their signs from "Closed" to "Open." The alluring scent of freshly brewed coffee wafts from nearby cafes, a siren call for patrons in search of their morning caffeine fix. Commuters steadily gather around the bus stops with the low rumble of engines announcing the departure of the first trains, transporting weary passengers to their intended destinations.
In the heart of Mustafar, within a modest apartment building, the dawn's light gently begins seeping through the window of a certain green-haired hero loving boy named Izuku Midoriya. As the early morning sun cast a soft, golden glow through Izuku's room, it played the role of a patient alarm clock, gently coaxing him awake. As his consciousness stirred, he gradually became aware of the tranquility that enveloped him. The room seemed to hold its breath in the hush of dawn.
Then, suddenly, that serenity was shattered by a familiar and enthusiastic declaration.
***"I AM HERE!"***
The triumphant declaration repeated itself, each word ringing through the room. The voice was unmistakable, belonging to none other than All Might, Izuku's hero and inspiration. The proclamation had come from his cherished alarm clock, which had burst to life with unwavering zeal. Izuku's eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy with sleep. He blinked away the remnants of dreams, his gaze drifting around the room. The soft, golden light filtering through the curtains painted everything in a warm, surreal glow.
"The symbol of peace... Morning already..." he mumbled, his voice a groggy protest against the early hour.
***"HAVE NO FEAR, CITIZEN!"***
His eyelids felt heavy, as if weighted down by the remnants of slumber. Izuku's struggle to keep them open was evident in the way they fluttered, threatening to drift back into the realm of dreams. With every blink, he fought to push past the grogginess clinging to his mind like a stubborn fog. With little sense of urgency in his movement, he sluggishly reached his hand out for his alarm clock, his fingers moving in their quest to silence the heroic call.
***"STOP EVIL VIL–”***
With a satisfying click, Izuku succeeded in silencing the alarm. Slowly, he came to his senses, a familiar weight settled in his mind– a reminder of the late-night indulgence he couldn’t resist. His gaze shifted to the clock on his nightstand, and he sighed as he realized how little sleep he had gotten.
“Ugh, HeroTube,” he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with regret. “I shouldn’t have stayed up so late watching hero videos.”
Despite his weariness, a wistful smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he thought back to the electrifying debut of Silver Rose, the newest Pro Hero who had captured his attention on HeroTube.
“Silver Rose is so amazing,” he mused, his fatigue momentarily forgotten as he recalled her inspiring actions in the vid. Mustering what little energy he had left, Izuku let out a small grunt and pushed himself up with his hand. Sitting up in his bed, he shoved aside his cozy blanket and as he did, he immediately felt a strong shiver coursing through his body as the morning air prickled his skin.
Taking a moment to acclimate to the chill, Izuku's eyes fell upon the heroes that adorned his room.
Dominating the corner of her room was a vivid poster of Miruko, the fierce and agile Rabbit Hero. In the image, she was captured in mid-leap, her gaze blazing with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the very paper. Standing on the shelf beneath her is a limited edition figurine of Present Mic, the Voice Hero. It showcased the hero with his iconic oversized headphones along with a bold grin on his face, radiating positivity and the power of unity through the strength of his voice.
But the most prominent hero, the one that commanded the center stage of his room, was that of All Might.
The poster of the Symbol of Peace himself was showcased in his most iconic pose: towering, muscular, and beaming with an unbreakable spirit. Every detail was captured perfectly, from the iconic smile to the triumphant pose with a raised, clenched fist. Beneath the large poster were various All Might action figures.
Each one stood tall and proud, their muscular forms and heroic poses served as a daily reminder of his greatest inspiration. Each figure captured a different facet of All Might's indomitable spirit, from his trademark smile to his iconic, thumbs up pose.
They were more than mere toys; they were symbols of hope and the embodiment of the hero he aspired to be.
"Today's the day," Izuku murmured, a spark of excitement igniting in his eyes, "I'll be taking my first step in U.A! The very halls All Might himself walked when he was training to be a hero!"
Just the mere thought sent a surge of adrenaline through him, and a wide, determined smile graced his face. The dream he had nurturing for so long was now finally within reach, and he couldn't wait to take that first step toward his heroic future
He reached for his hero-themed slippers, each one emblazoned with the familiar All Might emblem and slipped them on. They were a gift from his mom, a small but cherished token of her support for his dreams to go and attend U.A. Just as he was about to get up onto his feet and head over to his closet to get dressed, he paused. An intrusive thought slowly begins worming its way into his mind.
'I wonder if he made it in,' he thought bitterly.
A vivid image of his former friend, a boy with wild, spiky blond hair flashed before his mind, his words echoing, “I’M GONNA BE THE NEXT NUMBER ONE AFTER ALL MIGHT!”. The image flickered between his big, confident smile and the look of rage and anger. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror.
There, staring back at him, were the burn scars etched deeply into his face.
The right side of his face, from his temple down to his cheek, carried the marks of burns, a painful testament to the fire that had engulfed him. The skin was discolored and textured, a harsh contrast to the smoothness of his untouched left side. His right eye, once bright and full of curiosity, was now surrounded by the twisted and raised tissue of the burn scars. The freckles on the right side of his cheek, once more prominent, were now faded and harder to see.
For a moment, he was lost in thought, memories of the incident flooding his mind.
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"Kacchan… heroes help people, not hurt them. What you're doing... it's not right. You're acting like a villain."
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“They never give up, so I won’t either,” Izuku murmured to himself, drawing strength from the symbols of hope that surrounded him.
Then, without warning, an unexpected and searing twinge of pain shot through his entire right side like a lightning bolt. Instinctively, his left hand shot out and clamped down on his right bicep, as if trying to physically contain the pain. His fingers dug into the muscles of his arm, seeking some form of relief or control.
“Not…again!” he hissed through his clenched teeth, his voice trembling with discomfort. It felt as if an invisible blade had sliced through his right arm, and he couldn’t suppress a sharp, involuntary gasp. Every muscle in his body tensed, and he could feel his heart racing as he grappled with the agony surging within him. His vision momentarily blurred as he clenched his teeth even harder, desperately trying to stifle the cry threatening to escape his lips.
Seconds ticked by and gradually, he regained control over his body. The writhing pain began to ebb, replaced by a dull, persistent ache that verberated through his entire right arm. With great effort, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze shifting downward to his right arm, which was a constant source of pain and determination. Hidden beneath the fabric and away from prying eyes, there was no flesh, no hand.
Only a carefully concealed stump.
With a trembling hand, he slowly released his grip on his bicep, his fingers slick with sweat before setting his left arm down at his side. His breathing was labored and his body felt drained, as if he had just endured a grueling battle.
"Izuku, it's time to wake up, sweetheart," Inko's soothing voice echoed through the room, soft and full of maternal concern.
The sound of her voice, filled with warmth and love, acted like a lifeline, tugging him away from the painful memory that had engulfed him. Slowly, he blinked away the remnants of his traumatic recollection, his heart still racing.
"Mom," he finally managed to croak, his voice strained from the emotions that had gripped him. "I'm awake."
With her son's response, Inko entered the room, her gentle smile unwavering. She approached Izuku, who was still sitting on the edge of his bed, his gaze fixed on the All Might memorabilia that adorned his room. Inko's eyes were filled with understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the battles Izuku faced every day.
"Breakfast is ready, dear," she said softly, her hand resting on his shoulder with a comforting squeeze. "Take your time getting ready. I'll be in the dining room."
With a deep breath, he began to gather himself, summoning the strength to move forward. With determined resolve, Izuku began to get dressed, methodically putting on his uniform. Each button, each shoelace, was a reminder that he could adapt and overcome, even in the face of adversity.
With his school uniform neatly donned and a renewed determination in his heart, Izuku made his way down the hallway.
"Thank you, Mom," he replied, his voice soft but filled with warmth.
Izuku then sat down at his kitchen table, a steaming bowl of katsudon on the table in front of him. The sight and scent of the breakfast brought a nostalgic sense of comfort. The delicious aroma of the crispy pork cutlet, savory sauce, and fluffy rice filled the air, momentarily easing the lingering ache in his right arm. He picked up his chopsticks with his left hand and took a bite, savoring the comforting taste that always seemed to soothe his soul
Today was a significant day for him as a student in the Support Course at U.A. High School, the prestigious academy for aspiring heroes. It was going to be his first day of school with classes that focused on developing cutting-edge hero support equipment and gadgets.
After finishing his katsudon, he meticulously cleaned up, ensuring his apartment was neat and organized. He then grabbed his bag, filled with tools and prototypes he had been working on tirelessly.
Outside, the morning sun bathed the city in a warm glow. Izuku headed towards the train station, the anticipation of the day's lessons and projects driving him forward. He knew that even without a Quirk, he had a vital role to play in the world of heroes, supporting them with his innovative creations. As he boarded the train to U.A. Izuku couldn't help but smile. After a short, 10 minute ride, Izuku stepped off the train and made his way towards U.A. It didn't take even five minutes before he spotted the famous U shape building looming high in the distance. The campus loomed ahead, an impressive sigh with his towering gates as students of all shapes and sizes walked through them. Taking a deep breath, he pushed down his anxious jitters and proced to apporach the gate and pull out his student ID as it scaned it.
"STUDENT CONFIRMED" The robotic voice echoed, granting him access.
Upon hearing those two words, his lips burst into a grin so wide it felt like it might touch his ears. Even though he got his comfirmation letter a couple of weeks ago, he couldn't help but wonder that maybe it was a mistake. That maybe there was some other Izuku Midoriya that got in that was suppost to be addressed to, as unlikely as that sounded. However, this confirmation proved one thing.
This is where he belonged.
Passing through the gates, he found himself passing by various students though he found himself lost in thought. Old habits die hard and here, he was seeing new quirks everywhere. Some obvious and other's not so obvious. He hadn't even realized he had pulled out his notebook and begin jotting down some note.
"Judging by first glance, that student might possess a hardening type quirk. Metal base? High probibility, what type of steel, unknown." He muttered rapidly to himself, continuing, "Based on appearence, this one seems like his quirk is --"
Without warning, he bump into something, tearing him out of his thoughts as he stumbled backwards.
Alkaid Valberos aka 'The Fiery Nightingale'
Name- Alkaid Valberos
Age- 25
Height- 5'8
Weight- 132 lbs
Eye Color- Blue eyes
Hair Color- Cherry Red, Neck lenght
Gender- Female
Race-Half Elf
Build- Lean/Athletic
Sexuality- Bisexual
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral (Good leaning)
Nicknames Spitfire (Gramps), Fiery Nightingale, Alke or Alk
Current Scars- A prodomient one over her right eye, several lash marks on her back
Birthplace- New Ilvermarsh
Current Residence- None as of now
Family- Her mother is Sophora Valberos and Father is Xandril Valberos
'A defiant Half-Elf breaks free from the chains of slavery, driven by an unwavering determination to reunite with her long-lost mother.'
Born and raised in the dilapidated slums of New Ilvermarsh, a city built on rows of shelf mushrooms attached to a giant, ancient fossilized tree, Alkaid learned from a very young age that life was not fair.
The city was divided into two distinct parts, the upper and lower tiers. The upper tier was reserved for the wealthy elites who enjoyed the view of the sprawling fungal landscape from their high-rise balconies, while the lower tier, where Alkaid lived, was cramped and overcrowded, with buildings stacked on top of each other in a desperate attempt to accommodate the growing population. Her father disappeared shortly before her first birthday, leaving her mother with the burden of raising her alone. Luckily for them, her grandfather stepped in and helped take care of them. However, it was a constant struggle to make ends meet, and they often went to bed hungry. The only stable source of income was the Dark Root Tavern that her grandfather owned, a dingy, but popular establishment in the lower tier. Growing up, Alkaid spent much of her early childhood in the cramped kitchen of the Dark Root Tavern, assisting her mother with preparing meals and washing dishes. While the other children in the streets were playing games like Knights and Bandits, Alkaid was too busy helping out in the tavern to join in. However, whenever she had a spare moment, she would peek out the window and watch the other children running and laughing, wishing she could join them. However, there was, but one escape for the small girl.
Stories.
Many a time, Alkaid often spent the evening quietly sitting in the corner of the Tavern, listening with bated breath as she heard the stories told by various patrons. Her eyes often widened in wonder as they spoke of their daring adventures and thrilling escapades. Even at such a young age, she was fascinated by tales of heroes battling monsters, exploring far-off lands, and finding hidden treasures. Especially when she heard bards playing, Oh how she enjoyed listening to the music of their exploits. As Alkaid grew older, she continued working at the Dark Root Tavern, becoming an integral part of its operations. Her sharp tongue and wit endeared her to many customers, and she enjoyed giving them enduring nicknames. Her grandfather, in particular, often called her "Little Spitfire" due to her fiery spirit and cherry-red hair. Despite constantly helping run the place, she never once resented her mother or grandfather. In fact, she grew to enjoy it, loving to banter with the customers who, over time, came to be like family. By the time Alkaid turned sixteen, she had become a skilled cook, and was often found whipping up meals in the kitchen when her mother was too busy to help. She took pride in the dishes she prepared, and was always eager to learn new recipes from her mother and grandfather. She also became a familiar face behind the bar, mixing drinks with the precision of a seasoned bartender and cracking jokes with the patrons. Her grandfather often boasted to anyone who would listen that she was the best server in all of New Ilvermarsh.
She had always teased her Grandpa that someday, she’d take over the Tavern, if only so he could finally rest his poor old bones. Sadly, however, that day wouldn't come.
Late one night, as Alkaid was assisting in closing up the bar for the night, three strangers barged in, their blades held at the ready as they demanded all the coins the tavern had made that day. Her grandfather decided to comply with their demands, not wanting her or her mother to be hurt. After all, this wouldn't have been the first nor the last time the tavern had been targeted by thieves. Just as he was about to hand over all the money, four more strangers came in and what soon followed was a heated exchange between the two groups before everything suddenly broke loose. In the middle of the scuffle, a fire broke out, and her grandfather was brutally cut down while shielding her from an attack meant for one of the other thugs. The scene was chaos as Alkaid watched in horror, feeling helpless and desperate as the tavern burned around her. As the chaos and flames consumed the Dark Root Tavern, Alkaid tried to escape with her mother, but they were both caught by the attackers. The strangers recognized the potential value of two young women and decided to sell them into slavery. Alkaid and her mother were separated and sold to different owners, sending Alkaid onto a harrowing journey for the next three years.
Eventually, she managed to escape her chains of servitude with the help of a friend named Sinova. Though freed, she couldn’t rest knowing her mother was still enslaved. With that, she set out on a journey to find and rescue her mother.
Who I'd like to meet:
Personality
Alkaid is a reserved and introspective individual, often preferring to keep to herself in social situations. She can be somewhat of an enigma, observing and analyzing her surroundings before actively engaging with others. This tendency to remain in the background is partly influenced by her upbringing in the slums of New Ilvermarsh. Living in an environment where trust was scarce and survival required constant vigilance, Alkaid learned the value of keeping her guard up and being cautious with whom she shares her true self. However, when in a familiar role, such as running a tavern or helping someone manage a bar, her demeanor shifts. In these situations, she becomes more outgoing and animated, showcasing her natural charisma and leadership skills. Taking charge and overseeing the operations of a tavern brings out her confidence and assertiveness, as she feels a sense of purpose and familiarity in these roles. It is in these moments that her natural talents for hospitality and entertaining shine through. Alkaid's love for music is an intrinsic part of her being, a flame which burns deep within her soul. She cherishes melodies that stirs emotions and lyrics that paints vivid pictures. Music is her sanctuary, a language through which she could express herself when words failed.
Yet, despite her deep passion for music, there is one aspect she struggles greatly with; Singing.
The mere thought of singing in front of an audience often sends waves of anxiety coursing through her veins. She fears judgment and rejection, afraid that her voice would falter, and her dreams would crumble.
But, there is a peculiar twist.
When she drinks enough Alcohol to be inebriated, a transformation takes place. The sweet nectar acts as a catalyst, melting away her inhibitions and unlocking a hidden reservoir of courage within her. In these moments of intoxication, Alkaid's shyness dissipates, and a fiery confidence takes its place. Under the influence, she'll often find herself stepping onto the stage with a newfound radiance. In that moment, she becomes the embodiment of the music she loves, pouring her heart and soul into each note she sings and leaving her audience spellbound.
While Alkaid generally abides by rules and laws, she does so selectively. Her moral code guides her actions, and she has a strong aversion to injustice. If a rule or law contradicts her sense of what is right and fair, she is not afraid to challenge or even break it. Alkaid possesses a strong sense of empathy and a desire to help those in need, often aligning herself with causes she believes in and championing the underdog.
Age- 25
Height- 5'8
Weight- 132 lbs
Eye Color- Blue eyes
Hair Color- Cherry Red, Neck lenght
Gender- Female
Race-Half Elf
Build- Lean/Athletic
Sexuality- Bisexual
Alignment- Chaotic Neutral (Good leaning)
Nicknames Spitfire (Gramps), Fiery Nightingale, Alke or Alk
Current Scars- A prodomient one over her right eye, several lash marks on her back
Birthplace- New Ilvermarsh
Current Residence- None as of now
Family- Her mother is Sophora Valberos and Father is Xandril Valberos
'A defiant Half-Elf breaks free from the chains of slavery, driven by an unwavering determination to reunite with her long-lost mother.'
Born and raised in the dilapidated slums of New Ilvermarsh, a city built on rows of shelf mushrooms attached to a giant, ancient fossilized tree, Alkaid learned from a very young age that life was not fair.
The city was divided into two distinct parts, the upper and lower tiers. The upper tier was reserved for the wealthy elites who enjoyed the view of the sprawling fungal landscape from their high-rise balconies, while the lower tier, where Alkaid lived, was cramped and overcrowded, with buildings stacked on top of each other in a desperate attempt to accommodate the growing population. Her father disappeared shortly before her first birthday, leaving her mother with the burden of raising her alone. Luckily for them, her grandfather stepped in and helped take care of them. However, it was a constant struggle to make ends meet, and they often went to bed hungry. The only stable source of income was the Dark Root Tavern that her grandfather owned, a dingy, but popular establishment in the lower tier. Growing up, Alkaid spent much of her early childhood in the cramped kitchen of the Dark Root Tavern, assisting her mother with preparing meals and washing dishes. While the other children in the streets were playing games like Knights and Bandits, Alkaid was too busy helping out in the tavern to join in. However, whenever she had a spare moment, she would peek out the window and watch the other children running and laughing, wishing she could join them. However, there was, but one escape for the small girl.
Stories.
Many a time, Alkaid often spent the evening quietly sitting in the corner of the Tavern, listening with bated breath as she heard the stories told by various patrons. Her eyes often widened in wonder as they spoke of their daring adventures and thrilling escapades. Even at such a young age, she was fascinated by tales of heroes battling monsters, exploring far-off lands, and finding hidden treasures. Especially when she heard bards playing, Oh how she enjoyed listening to the music of their exploits. As Alkaid grew older, she continued working at the Dark Root Tavern, becoming an integral part of its operations. Her sharp tongue and wit endeared her to many customers, and she enjoyed giving them enduring nicknames. Her grandfather, in particular, often called her "Little Spitfire" due to her fiery spirit and cherry-red hair. Despite constantly helping run the place, she never once resented her mother or grandfather. In fact, she grew to enjoy it, loving to banter with the customers who, over time, came to be like family. By the time Alkaid turned sixteen, she had become a skilled cook, and was often found whipping up meals in the kitchen when her mother was too busy to help. She took pride in the dishes she prepared, and was always eager to learn new recipes from her mother and grandfather. She also became a familiar face behind the bar, mixing drinks with the precision of a seasoned bartender and cracking jokes with the patrons. Her grandfather often boasted to anyone who would listen that she was the best server in all of New Ilvermarsh.
She had always teased her Grandpa that someday, she’d take over the Tavern, if only so he could finally rest his poor old bones. Sadly, however, that day wouldn't come.
Late one night, as Alkaid was assisting in closing up the bar for the night, three strangers barged in, their blades held at the ready as they demanded all the coins the tavern had made that day. Her grandfather decided to comply with their demands, not wanting her or her mother to be hurt. After all, this wouldn't have been the first nor the last time the tavern had been targeted by thieves. Just as he was about to hand over all the money, four more strangers came in and what soon followed was a heated exchange between the two groups before everything suddenly broke loose. In the middle of the scuffle, a fire broke out, and her grandfather was brutally cut down while shielding her from an attack meant for one of the other thugs. The scene was chaos as Alkaid watched in horror, feeling helpless and desperate as the tavern burned around her. As the chaos and flames consumed the Dark Root Tavern, Alkaid tried to escape with her mother, but they were both caught by the attackers. The strangers recognized the potential value of two young women and decided to sell them into slavery. Alkaid and her mother were separated and sold to different owners, sending Alkaid onto a harrowing journey for the next three years.
Eventually, she managed to escape her chains of servitude with the help of a friend named Sinova. Though freed, she couldn’t rest knowing her mother was still enslaved. With that, she set out on a journey to find and rescue her mother.
Who I'd like to meet:
Personality
Alkaid is a reserved and introspective individual, often preferring to keep to herself in social situations. She can be somewhat of an enigma, observing and analyzing her surroundings before actively engaging with others. This tendency to remain in the background is partly influenced by her upbringing in the slums of New Ilvermarsh. Living in an environment where trust was scarce and survival required constant vigilance, Alkaid learned the value of keeping her guard up and being cautious with whom she shares her true self. However, when in a familiar role, such as running a tavern or helping someone manage a bar, her demeanor shifts. In these situations, she becomes more outgoing and animated, showcasing her natural charisma and leadership skills. Taking charge and overseeing the operations of a tavern brings out her confidence and assertiveness, as she feels a sense of purpose and familiarity in these roles. It is in these moments that her natural talents for hospitality and entertaining shine through. Alkaid's love for music is an intrinsic part of her being, a flame which burns deep within her soul. She cherishes melodies that stirs emotions and lyrics that paints vivid pictures. Music is her sanctuary, a language through which she could express herself when words failed.
Yet, despite her deep passion for music, there is one aspect she struggles greatly with; Singing.
The mere thought of singing in front of an audience often sends waves of anxiety coursing through her veins. She fears judgment and rejection, afraid that her voice would falter, and her dreams would crumble.
But, there is a peculiar twist.
When she drinks enough Alcohol to be inebriated, a transformation takes place. The sweet nectar acts as a catalyst, melting away her inhibitions and unlocking a hidden reservoir of courage within her. In these moments of intoxication, Alkaid's shyness dissipates, and a fiery confidence takes its place. Under the influence, she'll often find herself stepping onto the stage with a newfound radiance. In that moment, she becomes the embodiment of the music she loves, pouring her heart and soul into each note she sings and leaving her audience spellbound.
While Alkaid generally abides by rules and laws, she does so selectively. Her moral code guides her actions, and she has a strong aversion to injustice. If a rule or law contradicts her sense of what is right and fair, she is not afraid to challenge or even break it. Alkaid possesses a strong sense of empathy and a desire to help those in need, often aligning herself with causes she believes in and championing the underdog.