Sunset Requiem
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
| Sunset Requiem | |
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| Magic Defender - 28 | |
| Sonic Resonance/Archery | |
| Player: @Tezzi | |
| Activity Level: Frequent | |
| Real Name: | Nadyan Eloise |
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| a/k/a: | Sunny, Sunset, Annie. |
| Physical Identifiers | |
| Species: | Human |
| Sub-Type: | Caucasian |
| Gender: | Female |
| Apparent Age: | Late Teens |
| Height: | 5'2" |
| Weight: | 105 lbs. |
| Build: | Thin/Trim |
| Complexion: | Smooth |
| Eye Color: | Stormy Blue |
| Hair Color: | Light Blonde |
| Distinguishing Features | |
| Has an small, arcane marking on her forehead which glows slightly when she sings her spells. | |
Nadyan pulled the blanket snug over her, as she curled up tighter. She lay her head on her pillow, and looked at the item in her hand. To most, it would just look like a small jewelry box. Nothing special. But to Nadyan, it was special. As she opened it slowly, it began to sing a quiet, mournful melody. As the music played, a small ball orbited above the box. Nadyan gazed at herself in the ball. It flashed and showed her an image of when she was five.
"Daddy! What is it?" Five year old Nadyan cried, snatching at the box in her father's hand. Nadyan watched as her father explained to her five year old self what the box did. He told her how it stored all her precious memories. Anything she wanted to remember, anything she held dear, she could place in the box and it would hold it for her always.
As the scenes in the ball shifted, Nadyan brushed away tears. She watched her as her father taught her six year old self how to sing spells. As he presented her at eleven with a snowy owl that he'd found with a hurt wing. By the time she'd seen all her memories, she'd let her tears flow freely.
"Oh, father." She breathed, "Will I ever see you again?"
As she went to close the box, something out of the corner of her eye made her stop. The ball had flashed to a different scene. Her father was dancing with someone out in a garden. Nadyan peered into the ball. His dancing partner was laughing, and twirling around him. Her dark hair blew in the wind, and on her face was the same mask that Nadyan wore when she fought against the various thugs of Paragon. Draped around the woman's arms was the tattered cape that Nadyan also wore.
"Mother!" Nadyan whispered in surprise. The scene shifted to her mother and father fighting behind what looked like a circus tent. Her mother was crying, her father looked angry, and was glaring at the tent. The scene shifted one more time to the two figures sneaking out into the night, suitcases in hand, her mother casting worried looks over her shoulder. The scene faded, and the ball dulled and slowly lowered into the box.
((More to Come))
