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As someone who could bend steel and crush rocks to smithereens with her bare hands, Ismene was theoretically capable of breezing through the first few floors of the dungeon should she put her mind to it. The problem was that Ismene wasn't willing to put her mind to it, at least not in the most effective way possible. Bending steel and crushing rocks were, after all, were such brutish demonstrations of strength, unbefitting of an aesthete such as herself. Ismene had long ago sworn off her previous unenlightened style of fighting, and she had no intention of returning to it even in matters of life or death. Such was the staunchness of the resolve Ismene was carrying into the first floor of the dungeon. She held herself in what she imagined to resemble a swan's glide but was really more of a teenage giraffe's gallop, soon outdistancing the adventurers at the entrance due to her tree trunk-like legs. A blur of green in the corner of her eye caught her attention. In the near distance, a scraggly raiding party of goblins, two of them wielding objects that glinted metallic in the torchlight, were charging toward some target outside her line of sight. Ismene hurried after them, trying and failing to keep a grin off her battle-scarred face at the prospect of a fight. tag: AURA LJOS ALF notes: whoops my hand slipped
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UNSORTED
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[nospaces] [attr="class","MItxtbox"] Can I just say that everything about Lapine is unbearably cute? I want to protect her from everything bad in the world. [break][break]
Also, how did you know that I'm a sucker for opposites-attract friendships? Ismene would flatter herself into thinking that she's Lapine's role model and be like... young grasshopper... let me show you the way... even though between the two of them, Lapine definitely has more awareness of the world. She'd eventually become very protective of Lapine, though she would never admit it in a straightforward way.[break][break]
How about a dungeon thread? Though if you have any other thread ideas, fire away. [newclass=.MItxtbox]padding:20px;background-color:#0e0e0e;border:1px solid #050505;text-align:justify;color:#999;font:400 12px/17px 'Roboto';[/newclass][newclass=.MItxtbox h1]font: italic 300 12px/12px 'Montserrat'; text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #000000, 1px -1px 0 #000000, -1px 1px 0 #000000, 1px 1px 0 #000000;color:#888;text-transform:lowercase;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:left;padding: 15px 25px 15px 25px;[/newclass][newclass=.MItxtbox a]font: italic 500 12px/17px 'Roboto'; text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #000000, 1px -1px 0 #000000, -1px 1px 0 #000000, 1px 1px 0 #000000;color:#4c4d67;letter-spacing:0.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.MItxtbox b]font: italic 500 12px/17px 'Roboto'; text-shadow: -1px -1px 0 #000000, 1px -1px 0 #000000, -1px 1px 0 #000000, 1px 1px 0 #000000;color:#999;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:0.5px;[/newclass]
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UNSORTED
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Someone plucked at her pant leg. Ismene tilted her head ever so slightly downward with a questioning grunt, bumping her forehead against the wall in the process. All she could see of the stranger was a bouncy purple ponytail with choppy bangs, striking her with a sense of déjà vu. Where had she seen this same exact hair before? Maybe Ismene had seen it in an Orarian fashion advertisement somewhere. Yes, that must be it. This must be the kind of style that was in vogue these days. “ There’s been a misunderstanding,” Ismene protested, her gravelly tone of voice doing nothing to correct the stranger’s misconception of her gender. “ I am here by choice. I am… meditating. Yes. I find that, er, inner peace can best be achieved in… the spaces between the bustle of society. Stillness where everything around you is moving. Like a pebble… in water.” She was rather proud of her wisdom considering that she had just now pulled it all out of her ass, but she didn’t sound so convincing when she was wriggling like a worm caught on the end of a hook. It was too late anyway because the stranger was pulling up a seat. Ismene couldn’t help but notice how incredibly tiny she was, even compared to sea of other tiny inhabitants she’d encountered in Orario. Maybe she was a Pallum. This speculation reminded Ismene of the Pallum she’d nearly stepped on earlier. She failed to make the connection. Ismene was startled out of her thoughts by the cookie that was offered to her. She was oddly touched by the gesture. Back at her home village, no one had shared much of anything with her, not that she’d cared. It was just nice not to be spurned once in awhile. “ Thank you,” she said stiffly, reaching out. She overestimated the size of her hand and enveloped the stranger’s fist entirely, which led to a few seconds of awkward fumbling. After that debacle, Ismene managed to navigate the cookie into her mouth. It was gone in one bite. “ I will remember your generosity. What is your name, my small friend?” tag: AKATSUKI notes: akatsuki u precious girl... ismene doesn't deserve u
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UNSORTED
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[attr="class","MYPrightpanel"] [PTabbedContent] [PTab= [attr="class","MYPleftbutton"][attr="class","far fa-edit"] ] [attr="class","MYPrighttxtbox"] [attr="class","MYPrighttop"] about [attr="class","MYPrighttxt"] Ismene is motivated by two things: looking cool and kicking ass. She is not particularly good at either, as her talent in the latter has largely been compromised by preoccupation with the former, to the point where she sacrifices power for style. Being an Amazoness, though, she's still a fair fighter—she just could be a lot better than she is now if she would only stop posturing and approach her goal differently.[break][break] Ismene tries to be sensitive, sagely, and poetic, but really she's just pretentious. She doesn't have the knowledge or spirituality she pretends to have, and she thinks no one notices. Everyone notices. Annoying as she is, though, she's far from a bad person. She has a genuine sense of chivalry and good intentions. She just acts the way she does because no one has ever cared to look past the facade.[break][break] NOTE: In order to refine her fighting style, undergo character development, and ultimately progress from Level 1 to Level 2, Ismene can take one of three paths, each of which has equal potential. This is a personal tracker, but if it inspires any plot ideas for you then feel free to share them.[break][break] PATH 1: Ismene devotes herself fully to a beautiful, performative style, i.e. Capoeira.[break][break] To start her down this path, Ismene must achieve the following:[break] - Inspiration from watching dance, theater, and ritual performances.
- An appreciation of music and rhythm.
- A series of successes and general improvement with her current style.
- The motivation of spite.
- Lots of practice.
- A naive admirer or two.
- Time spent with gods and goddesses.
- Delusions of grandeur and general detachment from reality.
[break][break] PATH 2: Ismene compromises between her previous aggressive, brutal style and her desire for a beautiful, performative style, combining the best elements of both, i.e. White Crane Style.[break][break] To start her down this path, Ismene must achieve the following:[break] - A series of failures and general lack of improvement (or even decay) with her current style.
- A dose of reality, aka humility.
- A fear that she is a burden to her familia and/or party members.
- Some honest friends.
- A visit to her home village in Telskurya.
- A period of internal struggle in which she realizes the practicality of her previous style but refuses to let go of her aspiration.
- Lots of practice.
[break][break] PATH 3: Ismene seeks true spirituality in her style, i.e. Tai Chi.[break][break] To start her down this path, Ismene must achieve the following: - A thirst for knowledge.
- A dose of reality, aka humility.
- Disillusionment with the performative aspect of her current style and her general lack of knowledge in fields that she pretends to be well-versed in.
- Some honest friends.
- Empathy resulting from an open mind.
- Lots of introspection.
- A visit to an elven village.
- A spiritual mentor.
- Lots of practice.
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Ismene has never had a friend before. Not a single one. As a child she was lauded as a genius in the art of battle, so she had to shoulder the high expectations of the adults in her Telskyuran village as well as endure the envy of her peers. Her later aspirations to incorporate beauty into her fighting style were met with intense scorn. As such, Ismene has long since convinced herself that she's above having friends. In truth, though, it wouldn't take much to befriend her—just humor her grandstanding and treat her with respect. She'll be yours for life.[break][break]
Note: she's more of a soloist, but she wouldn't be opposed to taking on party members or joining an existing party, as long as they make her feel like she's taking them under her wing and not the other way around. [/PTab={margin-top:-30px;margin-left:-10px;width:314px;height:452px;background-color:#111; }] [PTab= [attr="class","MYPleftbutton"][attr="class","fas fa-bolt"] ] [attr="class","MYPrighttxtbox"] [attr="class","MYPrighttop"] enemies [attr="class","MYPrighttxt"]
There are many who are sure to find Ismene annoying. Their irritation only fuels her superiority complex, which leads to more irritation, which leads to a cycle of animosity. She also has black-and-white moral convictions that she refuses to compromises on, so she would naturally declare herself the enemy of anyone who demonstrates a grayer morality, whether they feel the same way about her or not. Lastly, she's easy to manipulate if you flatter her the right way, so she may find herself the target of a more playful, conniving type of personality. [/PTab={margin-top:-30px;margin-left:-10px;width:314px;height:452px;background-color:#111;}] [PTab= [attr="class","MYPleftbutton"][attr="class","far fa-heart"] ] [attr="class","MYPrighttxtbox"] [attr="class","MYPrighttop"] lovers [attr="class","MYPrighttxt"]
Ismene likes to think that she understand such grand ideals as love, passion, and heartbreak, but she has no real experience with them. All I can say is good luck. [/PTab={margin-top:-30px;margin-left:-10px;width:314px;height:452px;background-color:#111; }] [/PTabbedContent={height:452px;background-color:#111;}] |
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UNSORTED
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Everything was so small in Orario, from the doors to the people. Even among the Amazonesses, Ismene was taller than average at a hulking eight feet and eight inches, so here she seemed twice the size of everyone around her. Occasionally Ismene shared a nod of kinship with a passing Amazoness (how unexpected it was the first time, to not be sneered at by her own kind!) and scowled at an unwitting Goliath, but those warm moments were rare. Mishaps were more common. She was pretty sure that she'd almost stepped on a Pallum when she'd turned the corner awhile ago, poor thing. So this was what it meant to be a bull in a china shop. Ismene tried her best to be mindful of her surroundings— move like water, she told herself, water around pebbles—but she couldn't help treading on the occasional foot, which was like dropping a thousand pound iron weight onto it. Ashamed of her clumsiness, she retreated toward the quieter streets in the city to brood in peace. How foolish she was to think herself graceful! She still had a long ways to go. Espying an abandoned alleyway between two shops, Ismene turned sideways and tried to scooch her way through— —only to find herself stuck between the walls. Wonderful. Just what she needed. Ismene adopted a nonchalant, yes-I-know-what-I'm-doing expression as she inwardly calculated ways to remove herself from the gap without making a fool of herself, cursing her muscle mass. notes: come laugh at her
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UNSORTED
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leocadias
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[attr="class","fas fa-quote-left"] remember me when i'm reborn as the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn[attr="class","fas fa-quote-right"]
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[attr="class","MAbody"] [attr="class","MAHwrapper"] [attr="class","MAHformat"] oh, but of course Ismene is a warrior. What Amazoness isn't? (A dead one, as the old joke goes in the pleasant land of Telskyura.) No, the problem isn't that she won't fight, but that she is fighting the wrong way.[break][break]
where did it all go wrong? She'd been such a promising child. Among the other children in her home village, Ismene was the sturdiest, the fiercest. It is said that her first trial was over in less seconds, though this might be the hyperbole of her proud mother, who recounted the tale over and over for months afterward. (She recalls it now with bitter nostalgia.) Praise from adults and envy from peers abounded. Expectations soared. Rumors went around that the village chief was considering personally mentoring her. She had the makings of a perfect Amazoness, or so it seemed.[break][break]
There was no breaking point or inciting incident. It simply unfolded across the passage of time.[break][break]
Ismene grew up alienated from her peers due to the disproportionate amount of favor she was receiving. It hurt, badly, but she refused to admit weakness within herself. How could she, with all the pressure she was under? Instead, she buried it under a full-blown superiority complex, wherein she felt that she was better not only than the other children but also the adults (who she secretly held responsible for her estrangement). And why stop there? Perhaps she was even better than the entire Amazonian race. This was why she felt so alone while surrounded by people—she transcended them.[break][break]
From there Ismene began looking for the things that set her apart from everyone else. She looked upon the customs of Amazoness life, which she had previously embraced, with disdain. The warmongering, the brutality, the grunts and roars and breaking of bones—they all seemed to her the behavior of beasts. It embarrassed her now to partake in them. Ismene started to find value in what the other Amazonesses scoffed at—nature, art, philosophy, beauty, grace. She didn't quite understand them, but she convinced herself that she did.[break][break]
Still, there was no denying her Amazonian nature. Ismene loved to fight. After a period of internal conflict, she decided to reconcile this old side of her with the new.[break][break]
Ismene's fighting ability noticeably declined. She lost a fight against a peer for the first time, and then another, and then more. Her attacks, previously ruthless, were... softened, somehow. The adults theorized that she was in the process of developing a new fighting style, but it soon became clear that Ismene was more concerned with the style than the fighting. When she trained, she didn't ask herself whether her moves were effective enough, but whether she looked cool while doing them. She treated her battles like performances. She valued form over function. She was weakening.[break][break]
It didn't stop there. She spoke now as if she were a wise old sage, quoting obscure works of literature which she didn't really understand herself, dispensing wisdom that nobody asked for, pausing from time to time to gaze meaningfully into the distance. She was often found meditating, reading, crafting, and taking long strolls through the countryside. She even wrote poetry, which she was happy to read aloud. (It was awful.) This posturing was beyond aggravating for the Amazonesses of the village, and also somewhat concerning. A few were of the opinion that she was going mad.[break][break]
Formerly the rising star, Ismene soon became the laughingstock of the village. She wasn't the weakest, but she was treated like one. The adults sighed and shook their heads as she passed by, wondering how such potential could go to waste. Her peers jumped at the chance to jeer upon the one whose talents they used to seethe with envy for. Ismene wasn't at all discouraged—if anything, it seemed to her that she was on the right path. Surely it was only natural for these common people to turn away from that which they couldn't wrap their unenlightened minds around. And so she continued to seek the most beautiful way of fighting.[break][break]
Upon reaching adulthood, Ismene set her sights on Orario, where she felt her goal could better be achieved. Her family jumped on the chance to send her there, as 1) they were tired of her embarrassing them and 2) they hoped she would return with her tail between her legs or, better yet, return to her senses amid the harsh reality of the dungeon. But who knows what will become of her when she is out of their hands? Only time, and that hasn't served her well thus far, has it?[break][break] [/PTab={margin-top:-21px; height:579px; width:600px; background-color:#111;border:1px solid #050505;margin-left: -221px;}] [PTab=[attr="class","MAtab"] ABILITIES ]
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