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<Prelude in Violet>
Thalia Belladonna
I have a deadly nightshade, so twisted does it grow
with berries black as midnight, and a skull as white as snow
at a glance
GeneralName : Thalia BelladonnaAge : Early to mid-twentiesGender : ♀Race : Miqo'te, Keeper of the MoonOrientation: BisexualRelationship Status: HA good luck with thatClasses: Her main class is Summoner but she has a strong interest in magic and dabbles in most areas of casting, twisting practices from different classes to fit her needs as she wills.Occupation: Witch Herbalist, she runs a small esoterics shop in Ishgard.Voice: She tries to speak in husky, low, flat tones as her voice is prone to squeaking; her natural voice is higher than she likes. She has a slight accent, which seems to be of Slavic origin.Demeanor : Cold and aloof, not one for idle or polite small-talk. She's plagued by Resting Bitch Face, although it may be the case that she's straight up just a bitch.
Physical DetailsHeight: 5 fulms, 4 ilmsWeight: around 145 ponzeBuild: Small and not physically strong, a svelte form with soft curves and shapely hips.Style:
elegant gothic aristo, gothic lolitaSkin: Smooth and stone grey, pale
enough to sharply contrast her dark makeup and clothing.Hair: Dark, blackcurrant purple roots that fade to a lighter lilac; gently wavy strands that end just below her chin, crowned by a braid.Eyes: Wide, red irises that flash like rubies, often fixating those around her with a sharp gaze.Other defining features: A long, soft, fluffy, and well groomed tail that matches the purples of her hair and feline ears sweeps the air behind her and is very indicative of her mood. Purple shades her eyelids, black painting her lips, which in turn serve to hide the sharp fangs behind them.
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As you make your way through an alley that is all too familiar, you eye a small shop that you hadn't previously noticed; a sign advertising potions, balms, and a solution to whatever ails you hangs in the window, while a cozy glow shines around it. Intrigued and drawn in by the prospect of ducking out of the cold of Ishgardian winter for a moment, you pushed open the door.The persistent, yet warm and gentle scents of incense and flowers greets you as you open the door and step tentatively in, looking around at the somewhat cluttered but cared for space, noticing no other people.You call out a tentative greeting, which is quickly eaten by the room with no answer. A few more steps in brings everything more fully into view, the door closing behind you to block off the drafts of frigid air that were sneaking across the piles of books, playing with the clusters of lit candles on the tables and rustling the drying herbs hanging on the walls mischievously.Your surveying eyes that were searching for the shopkeeper stop as they land on what appears to be an untouched cup of tea, amber in color and still hot. The temptation is nigh impossible to resist, your numb fingers reaching out to seek the warmth of the teacup before bringing it to your lips for a sip. The flavor isn't quite what you're used to but not unpleasant, coating your mouth and sliding down your throat; a few glossy berries with a dark purple-black hue sit at the bottom of the cup, and you eagerly finish off the remaining tea to get to them. Crushed between your teeth, the small pieces of fruit reward you with bursts of sweet juice before you swallow them down, delighted by the taste.As you go to place the cup back down on its saucer, you freeze and notice a Miqo'te woman dressed in black standing in front of you, arms crossed and sharp red eyes narrowed."Enjoyed my tea, have you?" She sniffs in annoyance, her long plush tail sweeping the air behind her slowly, gaze continuing to burn a hole through you. "You're going to regret that."An apology stumbles past your lips, your body lurching forward towards her as you go to explain yourself, which in turn causes her to step back quickly before breaking eye contact with you to scoop up the book and surrounding papers sat next to the now-empty teacup."I hope you at least enjoyed it." The brusque tone halts your spluttering, her grey hands grasping papers appearing to be covered in odd symbols, notes, and diagrams before shoving them into the book and closing it. She feels you watching her and snaps back up at you, violet hair falling over her shoulder. "Do pardon me but are you here to buy something or just to gawk?"Your head hangs sheepishly as you reach for your coin, grabbing a nearby sachet of dried rosebuds to purchase simply because you're somewhat ashamed and wish to make an exit as soon as possible. Turning in place to go after the transaction, you make your way back into the biting winter as you see a dark shadow flit past in the corner of your eye.What was that?Whipping your head around to try and properly discern what you saw causes the room to spin, vision blurring. You're so confused, stumbling as you see more of the shadows moving on the edges of your vision; you try to call out for help, looking up towards the shopkeeper but your words slur in your mouth, your form collapsing on the ground. Why is your mouth so dry? Why does your body feel so hot? How did you even get here again?The small form of the oddly unphased woman makes its way over to you, holding something in her hand."I told you you'd regret drinking that tea." She brings her hand up to her mouth, popping a berry identical to the ones before into her mouth and consuming it before gently bending down to you and pressing one to your lips, then past it into your mouth with a bemused smile. "Deadly Nightshade isn't for everyone."You can feel yourself losing consciousness, heart beating dangerously quickly in your chest. The last thing you see before your world is overtaken by darkness are those deep red eyes studying you with curiosity and a cold indifference to your plight.At least you aren't out in the cold of Ishgard.
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Here is a compilation of various pieces of art I've collected and commissioned of Miss Belladonna, or had gifted to me by my friends! Go check them and the rest of their work out!! Additions will be made as they happen.1, 2. @missjink3. @karu4. @Nauticaal5. @houteian
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An expression gratitude from me to you for taking the time to stop by. I hope you've enjoyed your visit! You may call me Grim or Nat, I use she/her pronouns and am 25 years of age.A few more things I'd just like to outline before you leave:❧ I require that in RP scenarios with my character the involved parties be 18+. I am an adult and interactions with myself and my character will be so as well. This is non-negotiable.❧ I prefer my RP to be reflective of life itself. Flawed characters with room for growth, dark, nsfw, and mature themes, conflicts, etc. That said, I also lean very heavily into occult and horror with a special interest in monsters and magic.❧ OOC communication is very important to me, especially considering the nature of Thalia! She will quite potentially antagonize your character, and she's not likely to be friendly just for the sake of it. I myself however, will not bite! I'm too nice for my own good and desperately want to make sure that you're never actually upset by any IC interactions. I'm looking for fun friends!❧ Absolutely no IC and OOC blending. Though we are similar in some aspects I am not my character and don't come looking for anything with me through her on the off chance she flirts or even sleeps with your character. I'm not interested.If you'd like reach out to for any questions or to inquire about RP, you may do so through the following:Twitter ❧ @violetprelude
Discord ❧ grimalkin#0666
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