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credits to FreeSpiritedGirl for helping out a bit for her story 


"The Mother of the Land and Heavens smile upon you!"
THE BASICSName: Primrose
Age: 
25
Sex: Female
Height: 5'3" (160 cm)
Species: Terranean
Voice: [link]
Music theme: [link]




RECORDSStatus: Visitor
EXP: 0
Gold: 0
Areas cleansed: N/A
Books studied: N/A



ABILITIES
Primrose's fighting style is a hybrid of melee and magic, combined in a way to create unique spells and useful support abilities for her allies.

Powers: 

The World's Gate: Primrose gathers energy from the environment to open a gate from Valhalla to a mysterious forest miles away from the capital and can use this ability twice every 12 hours. The gate works in her home realm only.

Terra's Blessing: The ability to heal physical wounds. Fatal wounds may take great energy to heal.

Solari's Wrath: Primrose uses all four of her hands to charge a solar beam before shooting it in a straight line. 

Strengths: Multilingual, Great Healer, Knowledgeable, Nature's best friend
Weaknesses:
 Anxious, Cowardly, Klutz, Vulnerable, Weak stamina



PERSONAL INFORMATIONLikes: 

  • tea
  • nature
  • singing
  • skinship
  • gardening
  • being petted
  • touching stuff with giant paws
Dislikes: 
  • bugs
  • heights
  • reptiles
  • wasting time
  • mean people
  • her clumsy self
  • industrial activities

Fears:
  • bugs
  • beasts
  • snakes
  • storms
  • heights
  • drowning
  • losing her loved ones

Goals: 
  • Strengthen her freaking stamina
  • Learn how to cast elemental spells
  • Learn more about other realms to find and reunite with her remaining brothers and sisters


Personality: 

Caring | Joyful | Loving | Cowardly | Klutz | Naive | Oblivious


Despite her beauty, Primrose is cheerful, sweet, naive, and somewhat insecure, but her naivete is not to be mistaken for stupidity. She takes friendship very seriously, and is easily distressed when others, especially her friends, argue or fight. She is particularly indignant to the point of snubbing her friends when she believes they do not care for her friendship or company. Above all, she wishes to be friends with everyone she meets, and for everyone to get along. Despite being the few survivors of her species, Primrose never let sadness and sorrow get in her way. Even if she did, she would distract herself with books or stick very close to her friends. Never let her carry tea as she would trip on her foot and drop them on you. She also has a habit of touching and feeling stuff with her gigantic paws for some reason. The Terranean girl can experience love, though is very insensible about it nor does she understand the concept of flirting and such. Don't you dare corrupting this girl's mind with anything nasty.



History: 

Most people believed that the world they were living in bore mysteries that could never ever be solved. Many questions were left unanswered, most were about the existence of other realms — alternate universes which no mortal could ever visit or stay, aside from those who possess the power to travel to different worlds. According to the legends, there was but the one and only species that held the great power of teleportation and nature; the Terranean, said to be the first species to walk the Earth before the evolution of mankind, according to the legends. However, their population dropped greatly after creatures from other realms hunted them down for their power. In order to save the future, the Terranean scattered and escaped to various realms. Over the years they faded into the very mountains and trees of the forests.

Many believed them to have been a lost kind, only myths remained. But few managed to survive and adapt to their new surroundings. One such Terranean was Primrose, who had been found and nurtured by Valkyries. As she matured, the Terranean girl soon learned about her power and the history behind it that pulled the Valkyries together merely to protect her from extinction. And in return, Primrose shared the power and wisdom of the very World itself. 

Although she floridted under the care of her foster family, her experience with abilities of her own kind were severely lacking — being able to open a single portal despite her age. The Valkyries worried and believed she needed to meet others and expand her horizons in order to improve. To do this, they decided to send her to Sefer Library within the realms. Perhaps there she could grow and unleash her true power.... or be killed by the fearsome creatures lurking in between the books.


RELATIONSHIPS Crushes on |  Loves romantically |  Loves as family |   Likes |  Friends with |  Respects |  Dislikes |  Fears / Avoids |  Unsure


-None-


ROLEPLAY INFORMATIONAvailability: Almost all the time but will busy from time to time due to classes. You choose the place to rp and I'll be there
Preferences: Paragraph/script; One-on-one/group; All genres are acceptable~


Script Sample


Primrose: *hums throughout the huge and long hallway as the birds fly around her, singing along with her as her gigantic paws are intertwined their claws to one another at the back of their owner*

Valhallan Knight: *follows the Terranean girl slowly trying not to scare the birds away from her* Lady Primrose, are you sure you're going to the library alone? Is it not dangerous there, as told by many?

Primrose: *spins around swiftly and walks backwards, looking at the tall knight with a sweet smile* Indeed! It is my choice and I need to put myself in the face of danger in order to know how hard life is back in the day!


Paragraph Sample


Living under the majestic wings of Valkyries was a blessing, though she could no longer stand being a spoiled brat. Hence, she had to do something, something that would make her powers bloom so she could return their kindness by offering them the power of the Terranean race. Sitting under the tree, Primrose hummed beautifully that the birds and the hares in the burrows came to her to listen. Her gigantic paws were opened wide for the squirrels to sit on. She stopped humming as she opened her eyes only to be surrounded by animals. Nothing made her happier than being in a situation as this. "Greetings, friends! How do you do?" she girl smiled.

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Comments: 13

Luky-Yuki [2016-09-18 19:35:53 +0000 UTC]

DAMN! MAN! I ALWAYS FALL IN LOVE  WITH YOUR CHARACTERS! XD I saw it in the gallery and clicked on it like "OMG! WHO MADE THIS PRECIOUS THING!?" ... and sure enough, it had to be the Sharks! 

>v< <3

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Sharkiey In reply to Luky-Yuki [2016-09-19 03:48:50 +0000 UTC]

pffft THANK YOU YUKIIII you're too nice

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Diluculi [2016-09-16 07:42:50 +0000 UTC]

such a precious cinnamon roll

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Sharkiey In reply to Diluculi [2016-09-16 07:48:22 +0000 UTC]

LACE IS PRECIOUS TOO

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Diluculi In reply to Sharkiey [2016-09-16 07:51:04 +0000 UTC]

The two preciousnesseses need to meet then

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Sharkiey In reply to Diluculi [2016-09-16 07:57:07 +0000 UTC]

They shall!

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Diluculi In reply to Sharkiey [2016-09-16 08:34:08 +0000 UTC]

right here?

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Sharkiey In reply to Diluculi [2016-09-16 09:34:42 +0000 UTC]

Sure! Would you like to start?

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Diluculi In reply to Sharkiey [2016-09-16 09:46:12 +0000 UTC]

Lace: The weaver quite liked the building hosting the bridges with the gates to other realms. His own magic regarding passageways was not working here and it fascinated him. So he spent his time staring at them, but no sign conveyed his inner excitement.

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Sharkiey In reply to Diluculi [2016-09-17 04:01:30 +0000 UTC]

Primrose: There was something about this place that the Terranean girl found very
pleasing to look at, yet very terrified of what cruelty lurked beneath and between the
scrolls and pages. These dull creatures.... do they ever go away? Perhaps not - not until
they do something about it. She wanted to know more about the creatures, so she 
searched the shelves with all four of her hands, taking out books by books as quiet she
could to not make any sort of noise. "Planetary 101.... geneticist.... agricultural.... baseball
for dummies? What's this.... baseball?" the girl whispered to herself.

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Diluculi In reply to Sharkiey [2016-09-18 07:00:38 +0000 UTC]

Lace: Eventually, the weaver left the bridge chamber and entered the main part of the library, the maze of bookshelves and walls created of stapled paper. He heard a faint rustling nearby and curious about the source behind it, he walked towards it. Of course it could be one of the monsters he heard about, but he doubted he was going to die here and now. So even if something dangerous awaited him, he was certain he would make it out alive and thus, there was no reason to be careful or silent. Although... the only sounds he made anyway were his soft footsteps accompanied by the rhythmic clicking when the tip of the staff met the ground.

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Sharkiey In reply to Diluculi [2016-09-19 04:35:42 +0000 UTC]

Primrose: "I could really use a guide right about now...." she sighed before her ears caught
the sounds of soft footsteps and what seemed to be a stick kind of sound? Sure it didn't sound
like a monster's but who knows some of them have small feet with a pegleg and horribly large
torso. All that overthinking made her feel scared yet curious of how the monsters look like around
here. Her  gigantic paws flinched as well as herself and dropped some of the books down to the
floor. The Terranean girl was walking backwards slowly ready to runaway as soon as she saw
the image made by the silent footsteps. "Oh, not now..."

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Diluculi In reply to Sharkiey [2016-09-19 07:28:59 +0000 UTC]

Lace: He heard books falling down and it came from the same source and the faint sound from before. Maybe someone needed help? He turned around the corner created by the bookshelf and stopped as soon as he saw the girl dressed in blue with green hair and... large green ears with claws at the end? He had never seen a being like this. How interesting! A few books laid on the ground between them, closer to her than to him. The obvious conclusion was that she had dropped them, but also gave birth to the question why she didn't pick them up.
"Uhm... do you... need... help?", the weaver asked with an entirely monotone voice that was unable to convey any emotion. His sentence was interlaced with breaks as he thought about each word carefully.

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