07-27-2019, 12:08 AM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Source+Sans+Pro|Satisfy' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .briella_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; width: 600px; border: solid 2px #1e2225; background-image: url('https://i.postimg.cc/tTJ7YkVr/Briella-bg.png'); border-radius: 300px 300px 0 0; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .briella_name { position: absolute; z-index: 8; margin-top: 308px; margin-left: 28px; font: 70px 'Satisfy', cursive; color: #415059; text-shadow: 0px 0px 20px #000; } .briella_image { position: relative; z-index: 1; border-radius: 300px 300px 0 0; width: 600px; } .briella_text { position: relative; z-index: 3; width: 560px; background-color: #1e2225; border: solid 1px #5e6569; border-bottom: none; } .briella_container p { margin: 0; } .briella_message { text-align: justify; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; padding: 20px 30px; line-height: 1.3em; color: #a2a6a9; } .briella_quote { position: relative; z-index: 8; text-align: center; width: 560px; margin-top: -10px; background-color: #151f29; border-top: solid 5px #5e6569; border-left: solid 1px #5e6569; border-right: solid 1px #5e6569; border-radius: 25% 25% 0 0; font: 11px 'Source Sans Pro', sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; color: #5e6569; padding: 20px 0; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #000; } </style> <center> <div class="briella_container"> <div class="briella_name">Briella</div> <img class="briella_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/q703M2LY/Briella.png"> <div class="briella_quote">isn't it lovely all alone? heart made of glass, my mind of stone. tear me to pieces skin to bone.</div> <div class="briella_text"> <p class="briella_message">“Dovev is gone!” she cries out, screams- a dire voice amidst the wind and wild: an echo in the mountains and their vast reaches. “My brothers- my sisters, gone! Expelliarmus, Gryffen… all of it!” she breaks in that moment- shatters and feels herself fading. Tears and anguish write themselves into her gemstone eyes, and her coat… as beautiful as it is, has been ragged and muddied: covered by nettle and thorn, and burrs that dig into the skin. “Years, I’ve lost years-- not even lost, just phased through them! I’m sliding in and out of some awful place, this void beyond the world. I’ve lost so much, everything and everyone.”
She’s raspy and in pain, her breath and chest: her every muscle tender; but climbs and carries on- walks the path that is so familiar to her. “You- you all raised me, cared for me in the Den and when the world was sick? I gave everything to make sure she would come back to life. I set foot in Icicle Island first- I found the lake, and Gods above and all you Fairies know how I bled to try. So many of us did… so many, and we did it. We saved it.”
There is shaking in her body, brittle bones and aching in her mind: the shadows of darker thoughts in her head. “But they have everyone, they have their own… I… I’ve lost so many. You’re all I have left, and this Void. Please-” she struggles, her body and mind unable to fathom it: to even understand. Quiet, though, and sobbing between breaths- she finds herself swallowing back the fear and anguish- the pain.
With some modicum of strangeness to her person she looks to the ice in her mane and tail… to the spatters of jewel-like color and even the gemstone eyes and hooves: her weight shifting as she rounds the platform and top… as she stands looking up and around- desperate to hear them and to know they’re present.
Briella recalls each face, each name, and every demeanor they have taken- and that is why she finds herself looking wildly about: almost too eager for the golden bangles or flutters of wings in the air. A pain in her voice remains as she sighs, trying to speak once more. “Let me, please, belong somewhere- to the Fairies or the Void.”</p> </div> </div> </center>
tl;dr she was raised by the faeiries in the den long ago and the void by strange way- I'm willing to write out a 3 Space Trait for Fey Mimicry or Eldritch Mimicry if she gets it or it is allowed. Otherwise I kinda just would dig a Manipulation or Healing, you guys' choice.
She’s raspy and in pain, her breath and chest: her every muscle tender; but climbs and carries on- walks the path that is so familiar to her. “You- you all raised me, cared for me in the Den and when the world was sick? I gave everything to make sure she would come back to life. I set foot in Icicle Island first- I found the lake, and Gods above and all you Fairies know how I bled to try. So many of us did… so many, and we did it. We saved it.”
There is shaking in her body, brittle bones and aching in her mind: the shadows of darker thoughts in her head. “But they have everyone, they have their own… I… I’ve lost so many. You’re all I have left, and this Void. Please-” she struggles, her body and mind unable to fathom it: to even understand. Quiet, though, and sobbing between breaths- she finds herself swallowing back the fear and anguish- the pain.
With some modicum of strangeness to her person she looks to the ice in her mane and tail… to the spatters of jewel-like color and even the gemstone eyes and hooves: her weight shifting as she rounds the platform and top… as she stands looking up and around- desperate to hear them and to know they’re present.
Briella recalls each face, each name, and every demeanor they have taken- and that is why she finds herself looking wildly about: almost too eager for the golden bangles or flutters of wings in the air. A pain in her voice remains as she sighs, trying to speak once more. “Let me, please, belong somewhere- to the Fairies or the Void.”</p> </div> </div> </center>
tl;dr she was raised by the faeiries in the den long ago and the void by strange way- I'm willing to write out a 3 Space Trait for Fey Mimicry or Eldritch Mimicry if she gets it or it is allowed. Otherwise I kinda just would dig a Manipulation or Healing, you guys' choice.