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Andalusian x


16 hh







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Marisol has eyes like weapons, slate gray and sharp, and she has a strange way of looking at you, a way of making you feel like you don’t really exist. Her severity is absolute. Nothing is out of place when it comes to the Commander; she is built lean and tough, long-legged but not without muscle, and wouldn’t be caught dead with her hair untrimmed or coat un-oiled. Her face is finely made and undoubtedly feminine, complete with the requisite long lashes and large eyes, but rarely do people think of her as girly, which must have something to do with the permanent scowl that lines her dark lips.

From head to hoof Marisol is dark, dark, dark. Mostly she seems black, so black it’s almost iridescent in the sun, but around her mouth and hips the color fades to a rich-reddish brown, lightening her aura a touch. Her hair is dark too, black tinged with gold in some places, and pin-straight; Marisol cuts it evenly and regularly, so her mane and tail are always cropped short with military precision. The only splash of white on her form is an uneven stocking, ragged, that stretches over her back leg past the hock, and despite this marking she blends in easily with the night.

From her back are often unfurled two huge hawk’s wings, shiny and densely feathered; on top, their near-black color closely matches that of Marisol’s skin, but underneath, the feathers are cream-white, spattered with irregular brown freckles. In the tradition of the Halcyon Unit, three white stripes layer the back of Marisol’s wings, marking her status as commander. On her left back leg she wears a small, fleecy leather cuff, with an extra buckle wrapped around the outside just long enough to keep a small dagger in. The scent that follows her is dark and grounding - sandalwood and tobacco.

If Marisol is anything, she is adept. Gods help anyone who implies otherwise, for years of training have left her smart and strong and, most of all, stubborn, the kind of girl who will fight tooth and nail for what she believes in, the kind of girl who hates to fail.

Raised from birth to be a Halcyon cadet, Marisol is uniquely skilled in being intimidating. Her stint in the difficult role of Commander has made her quite hard-hearted - at least that’s what it looks like - and given her a near-choleric alpha personality, obvious in her often condescending gazes and the short, clipped way in which she talks. Unafraid of being disliked, Marisol pays little mind to people’s complaints, knowing that part of leadership is dealing with being unpopular much of the time. Attacks on her person will go completely unnoticed, but she does pay attention to comments about her regime: Marisol’s position as Commander is the only thing in the world she truly cares about, and she’ll do anything to be a good leader. Duty is, to her, of utmost importance.

She rarely speaks more than necessary, and when she does it can be bitter. Marisol often says things like “get over yourself” and “deal with it”, and it can be hard to gain her sympathy, especially in issues like injury or heartbreak, both of which Mari refuses to experience. She is frank when it comes to matters of the heart - one could even call it insensitive. Marisol is not heartless, but her upbringing left little room for emotion, and she has become quite skilled at not showing whatever she feels, no matter how much it threatens to consume her.

The Halcyon Unit comes before all else. Marisol is swayed from her duties only by the occasional crush, brief occurrences she absolutely loathes, but she would never put her own wants over those of Terrastella. She is quiet about her own loves, her own desires, in the name of loyalty. It is hard to gain her trust, and only a few of the fleet have, but those who are able to gain her friendship are rewarded with Mari’s ultra-rare smiles and a girl who would kill for what she loves.

The story of Halcyon was the only one Marisol heard as a child. She memorized it. The prince and the princess, that magical flower, and most of all Halcyon, the most majestic of pegasi, with wings, her mother always told her kindly, that looked just like hers. You could be like him, Margot would tell her daughter, eyes glazed with reverence, and when Marisol saw that devotion, the fanaticism with which her parents spoke of the Halcyon Air Unit, she knew she had to become one of them.

As soon as she was able, Marisol scouted out the old leader of the Unit and asked to be trained. “Asked” was not really the right word - Marisol strode right up to the commander and said “You need me” in no more words, and at a time when the unit was beginning to lose some of its importance, they could not afford to turn her way. Still, she faced some backlash. The Commander was a gruff old man with little faith in the abilities of his women, especially in a girl as young as Marisol, and he promised her she would not make it. She promised that she would.

At exactly a year old, Marisol was indoctrinated. Day after day she rose at Dawn and flew out to the training centers, rain or sun, snow or heat; for hours she was beaten down and told how to fight back, sent alone on missions over mountains and oceans, bruised and battered in the name of the order. The year that passed, then, was a tumultuous blur of blood and ink and aching wings. Sleep was unreachable. Rest was not real. For the first time, Marisol’s natural talents were not enough: she was forced to work hard.

Many times she wanted to cry, to scream, or give up. Training was exhaustive and near-abusive, but it was necessary, she knew, if the Halcyon wanted to retain its elite status, and so she suffered through it nobly, nary a complaint from that young mouth. Marisol emerged from that year twice as muscled and three times as tough, her gray eyes hard her now, and utterly unconcerned with life outside the Halcyon unit. Fuck you, she told the Commander. I’m your best student. How’s it feel?

He kicked her out for talking back.

Marisol was devastated. Her return to the Terrastellan commonwealth was, perhaps, the worst moment of Marisol’s young life: she hated herself for speaking up, and even worse was the look of utter disappointment on her parent’s faces as they watched her push through the door, demoted from the only honorable position available to her. Marisol withdrew, became bitter, reclusive. She was angry. How could this have happened - here life’s chances taken away on account of some man’s fragile ego?

A girl found her, weeks later, staring blankly at a market stall. It was someone she had trained with - a familiar face now rent with sorrow.

The Commander is dead. They need you to replace him.

Why the fuck would they want her? A smart-mouthed, bitter girl discharged without honor? It was a sick joke - it had to be - she turned away, gave the messenger some callous line about how really, no one needed anything but food and water. Typical Marisol with her dry, angry humor. Fuck off.

You’re the only one of us that can do it. Marisol - please. Halcyon depends on it.

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Bonded & Pets

Marisol’s companion is as strange as a specter, bright as a ghost.

Like any Ibizan hound he is slim, long-legged, built as tall and compact as his ancestors from the dawn of civilization. His ears are almost comically large and stand straight upright, broad at the base and tapering upward. Anselm’s short, smooth coat is pristinely white, his pawpads, inner ears and nose a pale rose faintly splotched with warm brown, and under his white lashes shine hauntingly pale amber eyes, hazed with green. He is a beautiful creature, to be sure, but beautiful in a way that speaks (softly) of being ethereal.

Anselm, like his bonded, is duty-forward and unwaveringly loyal. He is patient and quite good with intellectual endeavors, and in their spare time, he adores reading poetry over Mari’s shoulder or persuading her to tell him bedtime stories. Level-headed, even-tempered, Anselm can be counted on as a voice of reason, but unlike Marisol, he is clingy and often self-conscious, never venturing more than a few yards away without specific orders to do so. Though it can get obnoxious, Mari enjoys the steadiness of his presence and nearly always turns to him for advice.

Armor, Outfit, and Accessories

Leg cuff: smooth brown leather padded on the inside with fleece, this cuff rests on Marisol's left back leg and holds a pocket for a small dagger. Marisol's primary weapon is a throwing spear she keeps strapped to her back. Approximately seven feet in length, it is made of fire-hardened wood with a painfully sharp iron tip.

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05/09/18 - Character application accepted. - SPARROW
06/27/18 +3 EXP for Redandblack's 1 year membership on 6/19/17. -INKBONE
06/28/18 +120 - 20 for visual ref, 40 for completing TID2142/1st time with Odeen, 40 for completing TID2418/1st time with Bruiser, 20 for completing TID2111. -INKBONE
07/01/18 +2EXP for participation in an IC event (Woodstock, TID 2142). -SID
07/25/18 +3EXP for completing 5 threads, TIDs 2593, 2418, 2521, 2111, 2142. -SID
07/31/18 +1EXP for participating in battle TID 2521. -SID
01/01/19 +200 signos for member appreciation bonus. -AIMLESS
03/22/19 +40 signos for completing TIDs3005, 3077, sent to Elchanon. -SID
06/25/19 +5EXP for reaching 100 posts. -INKBONE
06/25/19 +3EXP for RBs 2 year membership anniversary! 6/19/17. -INKBONE
07/11/19 +2 EXP for winning battle TID3359. -SID
07/11/19 +200 signos for delayed battle judgement. -SID
09/06/19 +3EXP for completing 5 threads, TID 3716, 3410, 3427, 3280, 3359. -INKBONE
09/06/19 +5EXP for Sovereign promotion, proof in TID4008 and TID4009. -INKBONE
09/06/19 25EXP milestone > +8 health, +12 attack. -INKBONE
09/15/19 +50 signos for visiting on RB's 09/13/19 birthday! -INKBONE
10/13/2019- Realistic Bonded Approved, Ibizan Hound -NESTLE
10/22/19 +2EXP for participating in & winning battle TID4021. -INKBONE
11/23/19 +3 EXP for completing TIDs 3010, 3842, 3844, 3821, 4023. -AIMLESS
12/20/19 +2EXP from advent calendar, TID4402. -SID
12/27/19 +5EXP for reaching 200 posts -LAYLA
12/27/19 +3EXP for completing TIDs 4225, 4029, 4381, 4337 & 4031 -LAYLA
12/27/19 +8HTH/+12ATK for 50EXP milestone -LAYLA
06/25/20 +3 EXP for 3 year OOC anniversary. -SID
07/02/20 +3EXP for completing TIDs 4093, 4895, 4578, 4689 & 4703 -LAYLA
07/02/20 +100 signos for completing TIDs 4093, 4895, 4578, 4689 & 4703 -LAYLA
12/27/20 +60 signos for completing TIDs 5753, 5145 & 5189 -LAYLA
01/20/21 -2EXP for IC stepdown from Dusk Court Sovereign to Soldier, TID5937. -INKBONE
02/01/21 +100 signos for winning 506 Summer Thread OTS TID5937. -INKBONE
04/17/22 Moved to inactive from Dusk Court Soldier during EOY507 AC. -INKBONE