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[Player name] Squish
[Age] 18
[Personal Journal] ribbons
[Other characters currently played] Elliot March / Heart no Kuni no Alice / carrotmarch
[Character name] Martel Yggdrasil
[Age] Mid-Twenties. Probably...24?
[Canon] Tales of Symphonia
[Point in time taken from canon] seconds before she's killed.
[Background]
Martel was born in Heimdall, along with her younger brother, Mithos. Abandoned by their parents, Martel took the role of caring for Mithos not only as a sister, but as the mother that Mithos never had. The two were born as half-elves, and under the general hatred for half-elves, Martel and Mithos were banished at a young age form the only place that they could have called home around the start of the Great Kharlan War.
Later joined by Yuan Ka-Fe, another half elf, and Kratosi, Martel and Mithos travelled the lands, trying to end discrimination against half-elves. People rejected the idea of respecting half-elves as regular people, as they always had. Martel, however- a peaceful woman, encouraged the end of discrimination through her kindness and her soft words. Despite hard work, people just didn't open up, and they just wouldn't understand. This wasn't a cause for Martel to surrender. She dreamed of a world without the discrimination against half-elves. It was a task that she seemingly lived for. The four soon came under the guidance of Cruxis Crystals- items that kept the four from growing older physically. Because of this, Martel felt more powered than ever to end the hatred put out towards half-elves, and aide the efforts made to create equality and harmony between humans, elves, and half-elves.
Along the way, Yuan and Martel saw each other in a more romantic sense than before. Even though Mithos wasn't prone to giving his treasured older sister away to Yuan, Martel and Yuan became engaged- soon to be married. The two were closer than ever before, and while Mithos probably didn't like it, Yuan was the only one who could make her this happy. Those years were Martel's most treasured- travelling with her beloved fiance, her sweet younger brother, and his strong, gentle-hearted teacher, Kratos. It was almost like a dream; she was blissfully happy when she was with them.
The War, however, was not as blissful. Day by day, the tides of battle grew stronger and more painful. War flooded the world, and death left a bleak, powerful wake across the land. After years of work and hardships, the War was ended due in part to the efforts of Mithos, Martel, Yuan, and Kratos. So close to signing a treaty and beginning a new, peaceful age, and yet so far. A human's greed for violence burst through the dreamlike peace and grabbed Martel by the shoulder, pushing her frame into the ground and holding a knife over her.
It came crashing down. She shut her eyes tightly- Yuan and Mithos' frightened voices drew precedence over an alarmed crowd.
Until awakening in Somarium, her eyelids would never open again.
[Personality]
Martel is very motherly towards everyone. Her generosity and kindness know no bounds. Despite the hatred for her as a half-elf, Martel loves all people. Elves, half-elves, and humans alike. Encouraging and loving, Martel takes great pride in assisting others when they need help. Her nurturing personality makes her very hospitable. While strong-hearted and a bit stubborn, Martel is fragile and very girlish in her hobbies, like cleaning and sewing. That being said, Martel has a difficult time cooking and baking- usually, the men would handle that area.
Martel is very dependable when it comes to spell-casting. The powers imbued in the Cruxis Crystals amplify the power of those who wear them, which made her spells quite frightening if they were aimed against you. Most of her magic, however, is reserved for acts such as healing and restoring vitality. Her power reflects her true nature, which involves her ability to restore hope to those who are weakened. On the same token, Martel can be a bit childish- she's very excitable. Even the smallest of accomplishments can make her dizzy with enthusiasm. To add to that childish feature is the fact that she's rather oblivious to most adult things. Like, er, sex, and XXX and...well, you understand. rofl.
[Abilities]
Martel's abilities are that of a standard mage- she can harness a few elemental powers, but mostly heals and restores energy. Her abilities are above the par of a normal person with the aide of the crystal.
[Other important stuff]
Uh. Martel is ace at growing things? She cannot cook. :C And. Er. She loves Yuan. Also, she will be all of your mommies.
[Sample post]
"You can't see?"
"Yuan," a woman's voice giggled sweetly beneath a blindfold. "Where are we going?"
"It's going to be a surprise," Yuan replied. His voice echoed through her ears and charmed her endlessly. "You really can't see?" As a test, he waved his hand in front of her face. She only laughed at his question, stretching her other arm out to feel the bark of an old tree, and the leaves of the foliage that surrounded them.
"I promise," she replied happily. His larger, rougher hand eased gently between her fingers, and he aided her through the greenery with occasional warnings to look out for twigs that might try and trip her, even though she adamantly insisted that she was blind as a bat underneath the cloth. It didn't take long for them to reach their destination.
"Martel," the blindfold fell from her eyes. In front of her lay a little waterfall, with dew speckled grass and brightly colored flowers adorning the surrounding area. Yuan stood next to her, watching the tranquil scene. Martel was quite dumbstruck with the image, but the excitement in her eyes let him know that she was, indeed, very happy. "I found it when I was gathering wood." Even if he knew she liked it, he didn't want her to think he had gone out looking for it.
She turned to him with a huge smile on her face, clasping her hands together. "Yuan, it's wonderful! I've never even heard of this kind of flower! And the waterfall!" It was almost as if she had taken in too much. Her enthusiasm brought a small smile onto his face. The hand that didn't hold onto hers fumbled with something in his pocket nervously.
'O-of course she'll say yes,' he thought to himself, the curves of the small box smooth underneath his fingers. It had been a few months since he decided to do this, but--
"...uan. Yuan!"
He jerked his hand out of his pocket and stared at her uncomfortably. Her hand touched his cheek, and worry laced her features immediately.
"Yuan, is something wrong? You weren't saying anything," Martel explained softly.
"Martel, there's something I need to ask you," he began, placing his hand on the hand that lay dormant on his cheek. He pulled it down, holding it in-between them. He sucked in a nervous, silent breath and drew a single knee down on the ground. Her eyes widened.
"Oh, Yuan," she breathed, bringing her other hand to her lips. From his pocket appeared a small, polished wooden box. He opened it slowly, to reveal the ring- a small band.
"Martel," he looked up at her, their eyes meeting. "Will you marry me?"
It was the single most beautiful sight she had ever seen.
[Which rule was your favorite and why?] No god-modding! 8O
[Where did you hear about Somarium?] IDEKAY MY BFF JILL
....no rly i just found it on my own *A*b
[Any questions?] HOW Y'ALL DOIN'
[Age] 18
[Personal Journal] ribbons
[Other characters currently played] Elliot March / Heart no Kuni no Alice / carrotmarch
[Character name] Martel Yggdrasil
[Age] Mid-Twenties. Probably...24?
[Canon] Tales of Symphonia
[Point in time taken from canon] seconds before she's killed.
[Background]
Martel was born in Heimdall, along with her younger brother, Mithos. Abandoned by their parents, Martel took the role of caring for Mithos not only as a sister, but as the mother that Mithos never had. The two were born as half-elves, and under the general hatred for half-elves, Martel and Mithos were banished at a young age form the only place that they could have called home around the start of the Great Kharlan War.
Later joined by Yuan Ka-Fe, another half elf, and Kratosi, Martel and Mithos travelled the lands, trying to end discrimination against half-elves. People rejected the idea of respecting half-elves as regular people, as they always had. Martel, however- a peaceful woman, encouraged the end of discrimination through her kindness and her soft words. Despite hard work, people just didn't open up, and they just wouldn't understand. This wasn't a cause for Martel to surrender. She dreamed of a world without the discrimination against half-elves. It was a task that she seemingly lived for. The four soon came under the guidance of Cruxis Crystals- items that kept the four from growing older physically. Because of this, Martel felt more powered than ever to end the hatred put out towards half-elves, and aide the efforts made to create equality and harmony between humans, elves, and half-elves.
Along the way, Yuan and Martel saw each other in a more romantic sense than before. Even though Mithos wasn't prone to giving his treasured older sister away to Yuan, Martel and Yuan became engaged- soon to be married. The two were closer than ever before, and while Mithos probably didn't like it, Yuan was the only one who could make her this happy. Those years were Martel's most treasured- travelling with her beloved fiance, her sweet younger brother, and his strong, gentle-hearted teacher, Kratos. It was almost like a dream; she was blissfully happy when she was with them.
The War, however, was not as blissful. Day by day, the tides of battle grew stronger and more painful. War flooded the world, and death left a bleak, powerful wake across the land. After years of work and hardships, the War was ended due in part to the efforts of Mithos, Martel, Yuan, and Kratos. So close to signing a treaty and beginning a new, peaceful age, and yet so far. A human's greed for violence burst through the dreamlike peace and grabbed Martel by the shoulder, pushing her frame into the ground and holding a knife over her.
It came crashing down. She shut her eyes tightly- Yuan and Mithos' frightened voices drew precedence over an alarmed crowd.
Until awakening in Somarium, her eyelids would never open again.
[Personality]
Martel is very motherly towards everyone. Her generosity and kindness know no bounds. Despite the hatred for her as a half-elf, Martel loves all people. Elves, half-elves, and humans alike. Encouraging and loving, Martel takes great pride in assisting others when they need help. Her nurturing personality makes her very hospitable. While strong-hearted and a bit stubborn, Martel is fragile and very girlish in her hobbies, like cleaning and sewing. That being said, Martel has a difficult time cooking and baking- usually, the men would handle that area.
Martel is very dependable when it comes to spell-casting. The powers imbued in the Cruxis Crystals amplify the power of those who wear them, which made her spells quite frightening if they were aimed against you. Most of her magic, however, is reserved for acts such as healing and restoring vitality. Her power reflects her true nature, which involves her ability to restore hope to those who are weakened. On the same token, Martel can be a bit childish- she's very excitable. Even the smallest of accomplishments can make her dizzy with enthusiasm. To add to that childish feature is the fact that she's rather oblivious to most adult things. Like, er, sex, and XXX and...well, you understand. rofl.
[Abilities]
Martel's abilities are that of a standard mage- she can harness a few elemental powers, but mostly heals and restores energy. Her abilities are above the par of a normal person with the aide of the crystal.
[Other important stuff]
Uh. Martel is ace at growing things? She cannot cook. :C And. Er. She loves Yuan. Also, she will be all of your mommies.
[Sample post]
"You can't see?"
"Yuan," a woman's voice giggled sweetly beneath a blindfold. "Where are we going?"
"It's going to be a surprise," Yuan replied. His voice echoed through her ears and charmed her endlessly. "You really can't see?" As a test, he waved his hand in front of her face. She only laughed at his question, stretching her other arm out to feel the bark of an old tree, and the leaves of the foliage that surrounded them.
"I promise," she replied happily. His larger, rougher hand eased gently between her fingers, and he aided her through the greenery with occasional warnings to look out for twigs that might try and trip her, even though she adamantly insisted that she was blind as a bat underneath the cloth. It didn't take long for them to reach their destination.
"Martel," the blindfold fell from her eyes. In front of her lay a little waterfall, with dew speckled grass and brightly colored flowers adorning the surrounding area. Yuan stood next to her, watching the tranquil scene. Martel was quite dumbstruck with the image, but the excitement in her eyes let him know that she was, indeed, very happy. "I found it when I was gathering wood." Even if he knew she liked it, he didn't want her to think he had gone out looking for it.
She turned to him with a huge smile on her face, clasping her hands together. "Yuan, it's wonderful! I've never even heard of this kind of flower! And the waterfall!" It was almost as if she had taken in too much. Her enthusiasm brought a small smile onto his face. The hand that didn't hold onto hers fumbled with something in his pocket nervously.
'O-of course she'll say yes,' he thought to himself, the curves of the small box smooth underneath his fingers. It had been a few months since he decided to do this, but--
"...uan. Yuan!"
He jerked his hand out of his pocket and stared at her uncomfortably. Her hand touched his cheek, and worry laced her features immediately.
"Yuan, is something wrong? You weren't saying anything," Martel explained softly.
"Martel, there's something I need to ask you," he began, placing his hand on the hand that lay dormant on his cheek. He pulled it down, holding it in-between them. He sucked in a nervous, silent breath and drew a single knee down on the ground. Her eyes widened.
"Oh, Yuan," she breathed, bringing her other hand to her lips. From his pocket appeared a small, polished wooden box. He opened it slowly, to reveal the ring- a small band.
"Martel," he looked up at her, their eyes meeting. "Will you marry me?"
It was the single most beautiful sight she had ever seen.
[Which rule was your favorite and why?] No god-modding! 8O
[Where did you hear about Somarium?] IDEKAY MY BFF JILL
....no rly i just found it on my own *A*b
[Any questions?] HOW Y'ALL DOIN'