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YOU'RE ALL THAT I SEE

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[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER FACTION league

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER RANK civilian

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]FACE CLAIM mercedes from fire emblem

[attr="class","freiwantttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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first impressions.
a simple young woman, who comes into town occasionally for art supplies, or to load up on groceries. calm demeanor, if not sophisticated and cool - she walks in with a correct posture, a gentle tone in her voice, and an almost formal manner of speaking. some people may be turned away by the demeanor which she shows to others - but others may not be. for if you get closer, the facade seems to break - her voice turns from gentle to more relaxed, her straight posture slouches, and she seems to feel a lot better as she cracks jokes.[break]

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a painting rests upon a canvas, unfinished as the dawn's light slowly rises over a woodland cabin, speckled through thick trees and the chirps of Taillow. The calm bark of a Furfrou greets the artist, as she gets up from the bed, hair the definition of bedhead as she scratches the Poodle Pokemon behind the ears, the excited miaow and noises of her other members rising to greet the day with the same enthusiasm. [break]
"Morning, everyone..." She begins the day as always, stretching with a yawn and a chuff as Raphael places his head on her lap, begging for more pets.[break]
The fridge isn't too empty today, but she'll have to go on a supply run tomorrow - finding it almost comforting in the lack of excess...a tomato berry soup today..moomoo milk is still all right, thank goodness.[break]
 in this moment, she stops, and is grateful.[break]
here, in this kitchen, she is not opaline argyris, daughter of chrysanthos argyris and the youngest daughter of ruby and helios, always expected to hold her last name over everybody's heads. there, she was miserable, and it was only after she left her past life for good - her original life falling away from the family tree like the leaves of autumn, that moment was the most peaceful she had ever felt.[break]
here, in this moment, she is the artist known as libra - artist who sells her canvases for poke, and 'spooky cabin in the woods' inhabitant, the calm woman who strides out of the trees and always goes to the supermarket at 5 am, always greeting the greeter ("Good morning, Mark!") before going about her trip.[break]
god, if her past self could see her now, living frugally and enjoying herself...she would be horrified![break]
right, back to the fridge! ![break]
...and food, if her growling stomach were but an indicator.[break] sitting down with a simple slice of toast, she watches as her Spritatito excitedly kneads the floor - the smell of cinnamon and freshly cut grass acting as a addition to the day - as her Smeargle watches her Furfrou with the way she would watch a blank canvas. With a soft exhale of breath, opal goes to take a sip of coffee, the first drink to celebrate a new life, a new start where the earth and trees act as a soothing repertoire-[break] the drink is unpalatable, prompting a inelegant 'blegh!', spitting it out as soon as it hits her tongue, the laughter of the cup in her hands prompting a unserious laugh and a "Monet! What did I say about hiding as my coffee cup!"