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━━━━━━━✧━━━━━━━ ┏━━━━━ ↠ ↠ I - General II - Appearance III - Personality IV - Health V - Stats VI - Relationships VII - Biography ↞ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ┏━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┓ 《General》 ┗━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ┏━━━━━ ↠ ↠ ❝I Marigold. Demigod of natnature and daughter of Te fiti will protect this island❞ ↞ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ✧ Full Name ✧ Marigold   ✧ Title(s) ✧ Demigold   ✧ Gender ✧ female   ✧ Age ✧ 1,000   ✧ Sexuality ✧ bi   ✧ Birthday ✧ 10/10   ✧ Zodiac ✧ Libra   ✧ Species ✧ demigod   ✧ Species' Abilities ✧ help plants grow    ✧ Species' Weaknesses ✧ exhaustion ┏━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┓ 《Appearance》 ┗━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ┏━━━━━ ↠ ↠ ❝thank you Maui and Moana for helping my mother❞ ↞ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ✧ Height ✧ 4ft   ✧ Weight ✧ 60lbs   ✧ Body Type ✧ skinny   ✧ Skin Tone ✧ dark   ✧ Hair Color ✧ brown/green   ✧ Hair Length ✧ 4+ft   ✧ Hair Style ✧ messy   ✧ Eye Color ✧ green   ✧ Scars✧ back   ✧ Tattoos ✧ plants   ✧ Clothing ✧ depends ┏━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┓ 《Personality》 ┗━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ┏━━━━━ ↠ ↠ ❝I love my mother and our home❞ ↞ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ✧ Personality Type ✧ introvert   ✧ Strengths ✧ -fast -smart -powers are strong   ✧ Weaknesses ✧ weak   ✧ Likes ✧ -fruigts -vaggetables -flowers -trees -men -sex -huge d*cks  ✧ Dislikes ✧ -rudeness   ✧ Fears ✧ - darkness-death -losing her mother ┏━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┓ 《Health》 ┗━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ┏━━━━━ ↠ ↠ ❝How beautiful!❞ ↞ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ✧ General Health ✧ exhausted   ✧ Physical Health ✧ bad(don't effect her powers)   ✧ Mental Health ✧ bad   ✧ Physical Disorders ✧ blind   ✧ Mental Disorders ✧ depressed   ✧ Allergies ✧ mushrooms   ✧ Addictions ✧ n/a ┏━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┓ 《Stats》 ┗━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ┏━━━━━ ↠ ↠ ❝quiet the flowers are asleep❞ ↞ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ✧ Strength ✧ 4/10   ✧ Intelligence ✧ 6/10   ✧ Sanity ✧ 3/10   ✧ Endurance ✧ 9/10   ✧ Speed ✧ 8/10   ✧ Agility ✧ ?/10   ✧ Vision ✧ 1/10   ✧ Hearing ✧ 4/10   ✧ Stealth ✧ 9/10 ┏━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┓ 《Relationships》 ┗━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ┏━━━━━ ↠ ↠ ❝may I?❞ ↞ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ✧ Father ✧ unnamed   ✧ Mother ✧ Te Fiti/Ka Fiti   ✧ Sibling(s) ✧ - - - -   ✧ Other Relatives ✧ - - - - - -   ✧ Friends ✧ -Moana -Maui - - - -   ✧ Acquaintances ✧ - - - - - -   ✧ Enemies ✧ - - - - - - ┏━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┓ 《Backstory》 ┗━━━━━ ↠ ✧ ↞ ━━━━━┛ ┏━━━━━ ↠ ↠ ❝Let's explore!❞ ↞ ↞ ━━━━━┛ n/a ━━━━━━━✧━━━━━━━ made by ❥ 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞

WRITING March 2021. Flaunt- The Bare Essentials TMZ 001.

What happens when you mix bare-bones style with sheer audacity? You get Ender Rhodes Flaunt-style. Fans had already fallen for the Rhodes look when the singer-songwriter showed up on the cover of Flaunt magazine, sporting little aside from some pendants and skull jewelry for men. Now he's as much as a fashion icon as a multi-talented artist. Fans may remember the former Disney star as the youngest brother in the successful pop trio Rhodes Brothers. Ender Rhodes is the definition of sex appeal in the latest issue of Flaunt Magazine. The 26-year-old singer channels Mark Wahlberg’s famous Calvin Klein ads from 1992 in the steamy shirtless pictures. Rhodes stares at the camera and bites his lips as he drops his ripped jeans and grabs his crotch for effect. In the interview, Rhodes tells the magazine he wants people to have sex to his music. “I really try to be aware of the purpose of each song,” said the Rhodes Brothers vocalist. “There are songs on my record that I want people to have sex to, and songs people can listen to when they’re pissed off. And I think that’s the beautiful thing about music: that in those moments, you hear it and it elevates the scenario.” On the cover, Rhodes gives the camera bedroom eyes and flexes his abs — something he’s been working on lately. Rhodes packed on 15 pounds of muscle in two months through twice-daily cardio and strength training sessions followed by six to seven hours of MMA training. "I'm the kind of person that loves a challenge and I had reached a point right before it when I was just ready,'' he said. "My grandfather, who I was really close to, passed. And right after that everything fell into line. I feel like he was orchestrating all of it, which is really kind of special.'' Rhodes girlfriend, socialite Savannah Kendrick, also helped keep him motivated through the grueling workouts, despite some heckling from his famous family. "My brothers were kind of making fun of me a little bit as I was doing it because I was getting really big,'' he said. He said his buff new image is just a piece of his career reboot. Rhodes' new music is also a departure from his purity ring, boy band days: Though he has released albums apart from his brothers in the past, on his new album he's singing mostly of love and lust. Rhodes channeled soul and R&B flair from some of his favorite artists like Stevie Wonder, Prince, Lionel Richie and the Bee Gees. "When the band broke up we all went off and did our own thing. Reece started DNCE, Caleb started a family, and I started my solo career. We all kind of went through some sh*t. But now here we are, back together. Touring. Having the time of our lives." When asked about fatherhood Rhodes had this to say. "I absolutely love being a father. It wasn't something I really saw myself as but I wouldn't change it for the world. My daughter is my pride and joy." You can catch Rhodes Brothers on the rest of their North American tour before they take a two month break and head across the pond.

Staring at the documents in his hand there was no way this was happening. A court order to determine paternity. "What the f***" he muttered. Looking from the paperwork to his lawyer. "It's court-ordered, Mr. Rhodes. You have to comply." "Yeah but I mean . . . This isn't the first time-" "She claims to have photographed evidence that you two have been . . . intimate and have corresponded". The older male pulled photocopies from the envelope sliding them across the desk. There in full color was Ender and this mystery woman in compromising positions. The memory of photos being taken was very foggy to none. The only memory that was there was waking up in the morning was a raging headache, having what he thought was a used condom still half hanging on, and the phone call to his security to pick him up. He had looked through their messages afterward but like everyone else she was nothing but a memory. There was nothing to panic about. "Take the test and when it comes back that you aren't the father we will go from there. Don't worry Mr. Rhodes. We will handle this." Ten days later he was called to come into the office once again. "We have the results, Mr. Rhodes." Ender nodded, signaling him to open the envelope. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth his lawyer pulled the papers from the envelope, scanning over the documents. Ender watched his face for any signs of what the results were. Taking his glasses from his face his lawyer sighed "We have a predicament on our hands Mr. Rhodes. it seems. According to this you are the father of two-month-old Everly Rose". Everly Rose, at least she chose a beautiful name for this little girl. "I . . . what?" Telling his parents wasn't going to be easy. Reece was the f*** up, not Ender. It should be Reece calling a family meeting, not him. Reece telling his family he got some girl pregnant and has a kid, not Ender. Leg bouncing as he nervously took a drag from the cigarette, his filthy hidden habit. "You really shouldn't be smoking" Caleb's voice made Ender jump. It was no secret that the -insert age- enjoyed a cigar from time to time but the cigarettes were something else, something that only happened when nothing else could calm his nerves and he needed to be sober, a cigarette was it this time. "Mom and dad here?" Asher nodded. "Mom's making tea. Reece said he'll get here when he gets here. In Reece land that's in the next ten minutes. You okay little brother?" Caleb sat down next to him, placing his hand on his shoulder. "I uhm . . . I f***ed up." He murmured. The snort Reece let out made Ender look up from his hands, sending his older brother a glare. "Yeah Reece, I f***ed up. Sounds great doesn't it?" The anger towards his brother started to rise, the nervous feeling in his chest turning to rage. The hand on his shoulder from their mother, calming him a little. "What happened, sweetheart?" Her voice was always so soothing. "I uhm . . . I . ." God this was hard. Taking yet another deep breath, it was now. "I found out two weeks ago that someone I slept with last year." His mother unintentionally gripped his shoulder. "What she gave you an std?" Reece snorted as he laughed. "Reece." Their mother said in her motherly warning tone. "Go on, sweetheart." Ender nodded. "I don't have an std. But about a month and a half ago she gave birth and demanded a paternity test be done. The results came back yesterday. I'm the father to a little girl." After a few moments he looked up at his mother. "I'm so sorry." He could see the disappointment in her eyes. The cackle Reece let out was quickly shushed by their father who at this point hadn't said a word. "Reece Adam Rhodes." His voice boomed through the silence. Looking from his mother to his father he took a deep breath. "She'll be here in about an hour to meet her." Time seemed to stand still. Ender sat beside his mother picking at the skin around his nails. Somehow their father convinced Reece to not say anything else. The doorbell chimed through the silent house. Ender looked at his mother who immediately got to her feet rushing to the door. Behind the door stood his lawyer, another woman, who Ender later found out was his daughter's mother's lawyer, and a petite blonde holding a car seat. They were quickly ushered into the house. Before any words were spoken his lawyer pulled out a stack of documents. "Nondisclosure forms and such". He handed the paperwork to the other lawyer, her nodding her head as she read them over before handing them to the blonde to sign before being handed to Ender to sign. The trust he had in this man, he immediately picked up a pen and signed them. After a couple of moments the blonde took the small child from the car seat. Ender eyeing her as she did. He vaguely remember her. Without a word she handed the infant over to him. In an instant, he fell in love. Looking down at this tiny thing in his arms looking back up at him. "She's beautiful" he whispered.

Right. Any conspiracy theories floating about, considering the birthday of everyone's fave Butler falls on the day of the Great North American Eclipse this year?🤪//Thanks to my WPs for your cont'd kindnesses and patience while I deal with RL work and catch up on owes.And just a reminder that this writer celebrates Alfred's DC canon birthdate of April 8!https://youtu.be/i2m8ug_KSko?si=ZrX2huqm0A11CyiO

Master's Bruce's claims about how things will be here at Wayne Manor next month are *highly* exaggerated, thank you very much.

Keenly observing Selina’s valiant struggle to contain and deny her emotions, Alfred was reminded of a question Bruce had recently asked him: You were trained in interrogations. You can tell when someone’s lying, right? Alfred’s response, an admission that no amount of professional training or mechanical ingenuity could absolutely guarantee the existence of an infallible lie detector, was a more accurate assessment. Even though he was highly skilled in the specialized art of analyzing microexpressions and body language, Alfred Pennyworth was not perfect. He could acknowledge his own limitations when it came to conducting investigative interviews, no matter how many “baddies” had confessed or suffered from the pressures of his intense scrutiny. And some people, he also explained to his young charge, particularly sociopaths, psychopaths and habitual liars in general, presented unique challenges for discerning lies from truth. Sometimes a subject flew just under Alfred’s proverbial radar. And still others could ultimately prove his early suspicions to be incorrect. He didn’t always get it right. Already harboring conflicting viewpoints of one Selina Kyle, Alfred welcomed any reason to dismiss her as an accomplished agent of deception and bad influence. He didn’t actually want to believe the subtle rise of the inner corners of her brow or the slight pucker of skin above them were indicators of genuine emotion. He wanted to reject his own understanding of the tension in her jaw, the barely detectable tightening in her throat, the outward pouting of her bottom lip with the corners of her mouth angling southward. That subconscious communication, alongside her uncharacteristically respectful delivery of his formal name -Mr. Pennyworth- invalidated his earlier misgivings about the girl’s credibility. He could more easily disregard a dramatic sniffle or telltale shine of the eyes, all of which could be faked. But the rest? She’s just a little girl. And she’s in pain. For all her bravado, Selina Kyle’s armor was cracking in Alfred’s presence, threatening to reveal a deeply wounded child beneath the air of indifference she otherwise projected. The butler’s emerging paternal leanings were triggered seemingly from out of nowhere, a plot twist he’d not seen coming. The former soldier, a man who always believed himself personally unfit for fatherhood, suddenly wanted to comfort the girl, keep her safe from the world and make up for the lack of proper parental influence in her young life. Alfred Pennyworth quite unexpectedly felt just as responsible for Selina Kyle’s welfare as he did for Bruce Wayne’s. Oh bloody hell. Before Selina even finished comparing Bruce and Jim Gordon to everyone else in her orbit, Alfred’s posture became less threatening. His stern expression morphed into one conveying an increasing empathy. Streetwise though she may be, Alfred’s changing opinions about the pickpocket in the moment would not be denied, no matter how much he wished to rationalize them away. His arms fell back to his sides when she mentioned her code without elaborating further, the tense segue to her concern for Bruce prompting Alfred to cautiously step closer. A protective hand gently extended toward her elbow as if to help steady her. “Selina…” He paused for a heartbeat as the girl raised her arm to swipe a sleeve to her nose. “The fact that you came to me with this information, before getting Master Bruce further involved, well...” Alfred sighed when she fussed with her pocket. “That was a rational decision. In fact, in light of the circumstances, it might do well for us to speak with Detective Gordon together, in order to…” And then, he saw it. Alfred’s shrewd gaze followed Selina’s hands until they became laser-focused on the object she held. Martha. Alfred’s words trailed off, his thoughts unfinished. The appearance of a familiar handkerchief folded between Selina’s fingers evoked a gasp of shock from the Wayne family servant, affecting Alfred so profoundly that it felt like a sucker punch to the gut, and the heart. He would have recognized the embroidered initials and Martha Wayne’s signature forget-me-nots anywhere, having expertly washed and pressed her linens and delicates countless times with his own hands. Although he would be ashamed by it a moment later, Alfred’s immediate thought was that the little treasure had no business being in the possession of someone like Selina Kyle. Surely she had thieved it during some clandestine foray into the mansion, or, worse yet, during one of few the occasions when she had been an official, scheduled guest at Wayne Manor. The very idea of such betrayal enraged Alfred Pennyworth. Opening his mouth to demand an explanation as to how Selina managed to acquire the handkerchief, his words failed him. His own fury rendering him speechless, Alfred waggled an accusing finger that was stilled the moment Selina started to speak of Bruce’s deceased mother. I only saw his Ma that one time. But she was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. Kind. You can tell from some people just by looking. And Mrs. Wayne, she just looked…kind. Like Bruce. Besides the orphaned son, Selina was the other only living soul who witnessed Thomas and Martha Wayne’s final moments. Her very personal recollection of the tragic night in a dark Gotham alley gave Alfred reason to pause his intended interrogation. It was exceedingly painful to hear any version of the horrific event, but this time the focus was not on the number of gunshots or the young boy’s frantic screams for help as he shook the lifeless bodies of his slain parents. Not even the haunting vision of loose pearls bouncing over bloodstained brick and stone from Martha Wayne’s broken necklace figured prominently in Selina’s extended narrative. I never got to meet her, but, after she died, the girls at the Wayward House; they all started telling these stories about Mrs. Wayne. Things she’d done to help them. Little moments of kindness sometimes mean more than all the big dramatic stuff. This time, the memory of unspeakable horror and violent death was eclipsed by the memory of a life so beautifully lived. A purposeful life. Martha’s life. A pained smile tugged at the middle-aged butler’s lips. He could easily reconcile the legendary kindnesses recalled by the Wayward House’s residents with the Martha Wayne he had personally known for years. She had been all of those things Selina’s peers described. All of those things, and more. Little moments of kindness. You’d do well to follow her example, Pennyworth. Caring for others didn’t make her love or protect her own son any less. Alfred knew nothing of Selina’s ideas to provide Bruce with written accounts from those who directly benefited from Martha Wayne’s charity. But had he known, he could easily assume Bruce would strive to seek out every soul whose life had been impacted. The heartfelt testimonials would inspire him to personally thank each individual, sharing her memory through continued celebrations of hope. I should probably give this back. Bruce told me to keep it, but…it belonged to his Ma. He shouldn’t be giving these out to just anybody. The little cat burglar was full of surprises. Alfred didn’t trust himself to speak as he glanced down at the handkerchief Selina attempted to return. Silently accepting the transfer from her hand to his, he gingerly caressed the agonizingly soft cotton, convincing himself he could detect a hint of Martha’s perfume clinging to the fabric. It was a ridiculous notion of course. The heady fragrance was most likely a figment of his overactive imagination, a testament to the power of wishful thinking and fond memory. But as he turned the handkerchief reverently over his palm, a floodgate of sorrow and undeclared longings washed over him like a crushing wave. Buck up, Soldier. Head up, eyes front, don’t let them see you cry. It was the same advice he had given Bruce one terrible night all those years ago, but the child had been allowed to come undone once they were both safe from the prying eyes of strangers. Men like Alfred Pennyworth, however, grieved their deepest, most catastrophic losses in solitude. No one, not even Bruce himself, ever once witnessed Alfred’s full despair when mourning his murdered friends, just as Martha Wayne never knew the true depth of his admiration. Boundaries were always respected, no lines ever crossed between the butler and his best friend’s wife, no confessions made to anyone beyond Alfred’s own heart. She’d been safer precisely because she was unattainable. He wouldn’t have to make the same mistakes with love and loss as had his younger self. The choice was made for him. And Alfred would take all his private truths about Bruce’s mother with him to the grave. It was unfortunate the lives of Selina Kyle and Martha Wayne never intersected while the latter still lived. Not yet having made the acquaintance of Selina’s biological mother, Alfred could only speculate as to the woman’s identity, character and reasons for abandoning Selina to chance. Perhaps the mystery woman truly was everything described in Selina’s wildly improbable fantasies that Bruce had repeated to Alfred in confidence. Possibly Selina’s mother was a combination of myth and harsh reality, the truth lying somewhere in between. They would all meet the real Maria Kyle in the not too distant future, a chance meeting that would once again give the reluctant father figure even more reasons to question his own judgment. But until then, Alfred’s best guess was that Selina Kyle had never been valued more by another human being until she crossed paths with Bruce Wayne. Little moments of kindness, Alfred. They could make all the difference. It doesn’t mean you love or protect him any less. Daring a final glance down at Martha’s initials, Alfred pursed his lips in solemn remembrance. Even in death, the mother of Bruce Wayne continued to guide the living, it seemed. The realization brought a hint of a smile to his strained features. Somehow, from somewhere out there in the ether, he could sense her approval. He could almost feel her playful, teasing elbow poking into his ribs. The old dog was still capable of learning new tricks after all. You can do this, Alfred. Jump. “With all due respect, Miss Kyle, Bruce Wayne would never offer a treasure like that to just anybody.” The emphasis on anybody was a nod to Selina’s obvious dismissal of her own self worth, along with an admission of his willingness to cautiously wade into deeper waters. Parenthood, Alfred was fast discovering, involved more than enforcing rules and preventing mistakes through experience. Sometimes mistakes had to be made for one to learn, and the best thing he could do was stand careful watch nearby, ready to catch the fallen and tend to the bruises. After all, not everyone was a surrogate father to a billionaire orphan targeted by the mysterious assassins and corporate underworld of Gotham City. There was no proper user manual for this type of journey. “If he willingly gave you something that belonged to his mum, then it wasn’t some cavalier gesture he’d likely regret.” Alfred watched her intently, actually speaking to Selina instead of at her, needing her to understand the full weight of the meaning behind Bruce’s gift. “And I think, or dare I say, I know, Mrs. Wayne would have been delighted to know that, rather than shutting this away in a drawer or boxed up in the attic, her only son had found someone through the darkness who is worthy of this, in his eyes. Worthy of his mother’s light.” Slowly nudging the handkerchief forward, Alfred motioned for Selina to reclaim it as her own. Any resistance on her part would be met with more insistence on his until she finally relented. He wasn’t budging on that point. Selina could be stubborn, but Alfred Pennyworth had more years of practice under his belt. “This gift was Master Bruce’s alone to give. It’s hardly my place to take it back on his behalf. Nor do I believe, all your good intentions aside, Miss Kyle, that you should return it at all. There are kinder ways to let him down that don’t involve weaponizing this, of all things, to break his heart.” Clearing his throat to regain some semblance of composure and dignity, Alfred tended to the proper extension of his French cuffs. Ensuring that his cufflinks - monogrammed gold with onyx inlays - were properly rotated, Alfred lifted his chin and regarded Selina with a newfound commonality. Their secret confrontation there in the garden had been most enlightening. “Now. I do suppose it’s not completely beyond the realm of possibility that what happened to Reggie was an act born more from good intentions than anything else.” Without directly admitting as much, Alfred was, in his way, apologizing for his violent outburst earlier and simultaneously accepting her explanation for Reggie’s murder. They had both reacted from a similar space, their shared desire to protect Bruce Wayne. “After all, people do, at times, go to extremes when protecting those they care about the most.” A conspiratorial gleam reflected in the butler’s eyes as he leaned forward slightly. “Don’t they?” (c) made by creativian

[TW: Blood, Death]Comfrey, known to grow in pastures and fields this plant is a good remedy for scratches, wounds and even broken bones when used well. The field that stretched before the young lady waved it's greeting in the sway of the grass that stood to her waist, and she did not yet know that the herb she sought for today would become such a necessity very soon. Picking up her feet Lesley, aged fifteen with long brown hair and a sage green kirtle dress and white apron, moved through the field, her eyes scanning the rustle of green and grassy beige for any signs of the purple that usually adorned the plant. She was also looking for chamomile, for her father Narvi had been sleeping less and less due to his cough, and she had hoped that the chamomile along with the honey and ginger would help restore him. Walking over the grassy knolls of the large field she began to see the flowers she had been searching for, the deep royal color attached to the short stems and wide and fuzzy leaves made her grin in accomplishment as she knelt down and gathered the plant carefully. No chamomile, sadly, but she would try again the next day.On her way back with her basket in hand Lesley looked up at the mountain's peeks, or what she could see of them, she was close to them and the trees began to block the majestic view of the Misty Mountains, her eyes squinted in the approaching dusk as they then cast down at the stillness of Mirrormere, though traversed greatly by many travelers as of late she felt an odd and lonely eeriness about the place, the still waters and lack of wind within the great bowl-like landscape always was strange to her. The only things she really liked were the doors and the holly trees, from which she picked it's leaves and berries often for the apothecary, for they were short enough to gather from at this point in time. Stopping to do so Lesley smiled as she surveyed the vibrant color of the evergreen, eventually stepping into the door (that now was often open with the guards nearby) with a handful of the plant."Nana, I'm sorry but I couldn't find chamomile. Perhaps the lavender will do him some good tonight." Lesley called out as she entered the healing house, moving towards the counter where she could lay out the herbs and begin the drying process. From the hall an elf appeared with auburn hair, her beauty was what most called exquisite, as the daughter of the Lord of Eregion, the Lady Miriel had a countenance that held both kind elegance and firm authority. Her features flickered with a concern as she heard this news, though she quickly hid this from her daughter as she neared Lesley with a gentle smile that did not quite reach her eyes. "You did what you could, my dear. Lavender may well help him too." She said in a gentle and assuring tone as she moved to find some twine for her daughter's herbs, Lesley glanced up as she gathered the comfrey into a bundle, and soon with her mother's help tied it and hung it up on the rafter above the counter just beyond the young girl's reach.It was then that they heard noise from the halls just outside of the door of the healing house, both their expressions sharpened in curiosity and concern as the pained yelling and shuffling of feet grew near. "Lesley, find a pillow and bandages." Miriel urged as Lesley hoped down from her seat on the counter and dashed towards the long shelves in the back of the room, gathering the bandages before making her way to the next room for a pillow. As she did this she could hear her mother meeting with the dwarves that had entered the sanctuary of healing, listening to her mother's efforts to calm the injured one down as she tried to tend to them. As Lesley pulled out a pillow from the closet she heard a deep baritone cry out in a desperate plea. "Brother, now is not the time for bitterness! You're wounded!""Get away from me! I'd rather die than be in debt to an elf!" Lesley heard the agonized voice counter as there was shuffling and yells of pain, she heard glass breaking and a loud thud and Lesley quickly ran to the main room. There the young girl stopped frozen for some moments, her eyes welled up as she saw the crimson tapestry on the floor as her mother lay in labored breath, a knife on the floor and the two brothers wrestling with the injured dwarf to subdue his rage. "Nana!"Lesley dropped the pillow and knelt down beside Miriel, her eyes shimmered in unshed tears as her own breaths quickened in panic, her thoughts desperately grasping at what she could do to save her mother. Glancing towards the rafters she stood and dashed to the counter, climbing on top of it to reach the comfrey. Her fingers barely reached it as she managed to clasp a few of the leaves and flower buds in her hand, her fist clenched around the meager gather as she jumped down from the counter and returned to her mother's side. "Nana?... Nana, say something." Her hand pressed the now bruised and crumpled herb into the wound as her voice shook, a frenzied attempt to staunch the blood under her palm as she trembled. A she did so she felt a palm cup her cheek, Lesley's shimmering eyes looked up to her mother's as Miriel's paling expression held similar tears of grief, unable to hide her concern for her daughter even as her words were an effort to calm her."Don't be frightened, sellig. You're a strong girl." Miriel murmured quietly as she stared up at her daughter in love and admiration, the lady's breath hitched softly as Lesley felt her world slipping away from her grasp. "Nana, please-.... please..." Lesley's voice suddenly held the tone of a small child, her cheeks damp as she begged and shook her head, her features grimaced as her mother's features grew still and the hand that held her cheek so tenderly now fell to the wound on her chest. As the halls outside the healing house gathered with concerned dwarves they could hear the echoes of the young girl's crying, the stone meeting the sounds of agony with relentless indifference as the halls lost their healer and the lady devoted to their people's well-being.Sitting at the closed gates Lesley stared at the stones that sat at the foot of the holly trees, her expression held the grief that it had a year ago when you father Narvi passed away by his illness and heartbreak, the impact his wife's death had on him was too much to bear. Looking to the engraved stones that sat near the roots of each tree Lesley felt a breeze for the first time in Mirrormere, but the rustling of the branches gave little comfort as she sat. Her heart unable to quite accept the loss even now, and yet despite this she couldn't bring herself to hate the dwarves, her lovely father's kin, though she had every right to. The memory of him forbade it, too in love with his teachings and her home to turn from it. But in this moment, faced with the absence of both of whom she loved most, she realized she could never face the wrath of a dwarf, knowing that the expression she might see, the one her mother must have seen just before her passing, was one that would be too difficult on her spirit to behold.She would therefore keep her lineage safe, like the necklace she wore, hidden underneath her tunic. As she gazed at the gravestones that sat so peacefully Lesley murmured her goodbyes in both Khuzdul and Sindarin before she stood from the rocky ground, her bag on her shoulder as she stepped away, only pausing for a final glance before she then walked along the water's edge and towards the westward paths.

Freyja is powerful in the myth and in the comics.Freya, being the Norse goddess of love, beauty, fertility, war, death, and sorcery, possesses the following abilities. Photokinesis: Her power is what lights up the entirety of her realm instead of a sun, implying some influence over light. Ferrokinesis: As the Goddess of Gold, she most likely has control over it.From Gods of Warhttps://godofwar.fandom.com/wiki/Freya#PowersFreyja, like all Asgardian gods, is nearly immortal and resistant to disease and illness. She has superhuman strength, endurance, and durability and can speak in the languages of the Ten Realms. But unlike other Asgardians, Freyja can wield powerful magic.Best Freya Vanir Magic skill - Entangled Grip: As a Vanir goddess, Freya has quite a few spells up her sleeves, but none as effective as Entangled Grip. She can summon vines to grab and hold enemies at a place, making it easier for Kratos to attack.Freyja, like all Asgardian gods, is near immortal and resistant to disease and illness. She has superhuman strength, endurance, durability and can speak in the languages of the Ten Realms. But unlike other Asgardians, Freyja can wield powerful magic. Spell Casting: As the greatest master of the magics of the Vanir, Freya is fully capable of casting a wide variety of seiðr spells without any concentration, requiring simply mere hand gestures, and verbal spells in the ancient Vanir language: Defensive Spells: She can mark someone with a rune to mask their location from their pursuers, even one as competent as Baldur. Mimir revealed during one of his tales that Freya concealed Thor with her magic so he can infiltrate Jötunheim with her, and stated that Freya had warded her forest with magic effective enough to make it one of Odin's blind spots. Freya also had the skill to bolster the magical defenses of the Realm Between Realms in order to keep the Hel-Walkers from invading. Magical Perceptions: Freya upon the initial encounter with Kratos and his son could sense their divine origin. She could even see that Kratos was a god of a foreign realm. She could also hear the forests state her son Baldur was in Midgard. Chlorokinesis: She can manipulate the flora around her for various effects, such as: bending vines to her will, conjuring vines to subdue her opponents, strong enough to constrict even the likes of Kratos, Baldur, and Odin, and creating weapon (such as a bow) out of plants. Purification: She can contain and purify Seiðr poisons generated from scorn poles for indefinite amount of time, as long as her medium is still attached to the scorn poles. Animal Command: Freya can command creatures, such as the gigantic turtle that lives on her home, to move according to her wishes. Legion Summon: Through her magic, Freya can call forth humanoid creatures made of plant matters. They aren't strong on their own, instead overwhelming the opponent with sheer numbers. Divination: Freya, through the use of runes, can divine the future. Using this, she was able to predict that Baldur would die a needless death. Necromancy: Freya possesses the knowledge and the skill needed to reanimate dead bodies into something closely resembling their former self. They even have the capability to use their skills from when they were alive. There are limits to this magic however, as Mimir himself said that he was still a decomposing head and his existence was unpleasant enough that Freya wouldn't want to resurrect Baldur using this magic. It also seemed to be dependent on the condition of the corpse as Freya commented the state of Mimir's head before casting the magic. She can also reanimate someone without recovering their consciousness, essentially making them her puppet. Invulnerability Spell: Her most famous feat of spell-casting, one that made Baldur invulnerable to all threats except for mistletoe, the only item which could break the spell, due to the Vanir magic's fickleness. The invulnerability also gave an unintended side effect which made the target unable to feel anything, from pain to pleasure, which made Baldur consider this spell to be a curse instead of a blessing. Aside from mistletoe, there is still a possibility for one to incapacitate or injure the target, as demonstrated during the fight between Kratos and Baldur, although any wound will be rapidly healed. Healing Spells: Freya is a greatly capable and knowledgeable healer, knowing several spells and ingredients needed for different types of sickness or wounds. She even knew how to treat illness something Mimir claimed to be unheard of. Such as one stemming from a God believing himself to be mortal. Many of her healing arts were used in conjunction with herbs and Seiðr spells. Binding Spell: With an object of the victim, Freya can cast a binding spell which will strangle the person she chooses, the tighter the object, the stronger the hanging of the victim will be. Shapeshifting: Freya was able to shape-shift, as she could transform herself into an eagle searching before a cautious Kratos and Atreus to look for Baldur. Telekinesis: Freya once lifted and kept Atreus's bow in the air for her to place her bowstring (which can contain and channel the light of Alfheim) onto it. Toxokinesis: Freya can use poison as a weapon, launching poison as projectiles onto the ground. Realm Travel: Freya knows the runes to access different realms, such as Alfheim and Helheim. Through an unknown method, she managed to access the realm travel room and interrogate Mimir while Kratos and Atreus were in Jötunheim. Energy Projection: Freya can project bolts of magical energy from her hands or in the form of arrows. Magical Combat: While initially unable to kill or even harm someone due to Odin’s Curse, she is said to have been able to use Seiðr spells to fight against others. This is a notable feat as she was among the Vanir who used magic to fight against the Aesir to a standstill in the Aesir-Vanir war. Power Infusion: Freya can infuse her weapons with magic which gives her sword and arrow attacks more force and can allow her to release shock waves when striking the ground with her sword. Valkyrie Wings: With her Valkyrie wings, Freya can fly and maintain combat in the air. Immortality: As a Vanir Goddess, Freya is unaging, as despite being millennia old, she still retains the appearance of a woman in her prime. However, she can be killed by other gods and powerful weapons or beings. Incarnation of Beauty: Being the Goddess of Beauty, Freya radiates a dazzling natural beauty, Mimir admitted that she was as well-known for her beauty as for her prowess in battle, Odin was so taken with Freya's beauty that was one of the reasons why he agreed to marry her. Amokinesis: Being the Goddess of Love (like Aphrodite), Freya also has power over love and the feelings linked to it. Superhuman Strength: Freya has displayed tremendous levels of superhuman strength, being capable of pressuring a reluctant, holding-back Kratos. She was able to strike with her sword hard enough to dent the Guardian Shield, give Kratos noticeable effort in breaking free from her holds as well, and easily lift and throw Kratos aside. She was also able to match blows with Gná and use her sword to decapitate her with a single swing to the neck. Superhuman Durability: As the former leader of the Valkyries and among the most powerful of the Vanir Gods who had fought the Aesir dozens of times, Freya must have considerable levels of superhuman durability to be able to survive fighting the Aesir, who were renowned for their extreme raw strength. Despite having spent centuries unable to fight anyone due to Odin's curse, Freya's durability did not seem to have dwindled at all from the lack of combat, as she not only withstood a high fall without any damage, but even Baldur attempting to kill her by gripping her neck without restraint for a decent amount of time, choking her to death, caused her only minor discomfort, still able to declare her love for him, and she survived without any actual injury when Kratos freed her. While trying to kill Kratos, Freya was able to withstand being repeatedly forced aside and knocked down without any injuries, although Kratos wasn't trying to kill her at all.

Where else you can find me. Keep in mind, Armand is my main account, and where I am more often than not!Lestat de Lioncourt -- Vampire Chronicles. Crossovers loved. High Activity.Anish Sengupta -- Hotel Portofino. Historical. Crossovers loved. Low Acitivity.Oliver de Pointe du Lac -- Vampire Chronicles. Original Character. Crossovers Loved. Med Activity.Eddie Munson  -- Stranger Things. Crossovers Loved. Low Activity? 

                                                                “Asgard holds a bond on me I can’t sever. It is Odin and my Valkyries.                 Its power is hidden in my Mardoll. Freyja’s sword Mardöll has the power of the Bifrost crystal called lotnar.This is a pair of magic eyes. They can project and summon weapons and allow the eyes-holder to travel to Tyr’s Temple.

                                                  Rules must be followed and signed before we discuss a storyline• #1: I used to rp as Brian back during my middle school years so I just recently brought him back. So give me time to get back into character and don't judge how I control him.•#2: I do have other accounts to and a life out of this site. So patient is key to me. That means don't rush for a reply as I will respond back soon as I can. Don't like it you know the delete yourself off button is at.•#3: If my character gets with anyone then there be no one else. He will not cheat on his lover. Which I prefer it be my real life girlfriend to be with my character.•#4: I will not be accepting any one liners. If that is all you reply back as then I'm not replying back. One simple paragraph is my queue. That's just 4 to 5 sentences, not that hard.•#5: I will not be a number either. So if I don't hear back from you for months and seen you been on then your gone.That's all for now. I will not discuss a storyline with you without you signing these rules.

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