#₊˚ᗢ₊ BLESSED || isola rp

[infinality]

Not Enough.

It's... cold. Without the Flamescion Core kindling her heart, she makes for easier prey to the precursing chills of a dying summer. With no sign of Mei, Bronya, or the others, the chill simply irritates a certain flavor of loneliness. The sort of loneliness one feels when they are far beyond the boundaries of what they might call home. Was this a dream? Or a nightmare, stripped of her friends and powers. Though feeling these questions in her heart, her cool composure certainly doesn't betray. Whatever the case may be, she's out in Fibonacci with hopes that the latter problem might at least be somewhat solved.

After all... a BB gun was a sick and sorry replacement for everything she had worked so hard to achieve. What was a BB gun going to do in the wake of a Honkai incursion? Or.. something worse? Sharp eyes give away the gravity of her search, silly little guns holstered at her hips. Surely there would be someone. Someone in a similar situation, similarly armed, similar -- there!

A seemingly unassuming young lady, bubblegum pink standing out even in the dazzling lights of Fibonacci. A unique armament of a make she's never seen before... familiar, but alien. More importantly: a firearm like her own.

"Hey you, ( @witchoftrinity ) with the pink hair." With casual care, the Valkyrie strides towards the stranger. "'Scuse me, got a moment?"

[infinality]

ִ ࣪𖤐 FANTASIA WAR ִ ࣪𖤐

"It was nice meeting you, but. . . you should go. Goodbye."

Unholy: Harkening back to the days when an evil influence festered inside of her, Kiana's kindness now mixes into a old fashioned cocktail of cravings. While this doesn't lead to an extreme change in her moral alignment, it certainly gives her a lot to internally contend with. Expect Kiana to be a bit more taciturn during the Fantasia War.

The Kingdom Of Airaisal: While most Unholy find themselves living in Yela Alora, Kiana has responded to this uneasy change by retreating into Airaisal's forests. She'll be difficult to search for, but it won't be uncommon to run into her cloaked and concealed self. She's aligned with the magical kingdom in hopes that their advances can help balance these unholy urges humming in her heart.

Fantasia War Form: Black horns coil tightly just above her temples, before jutting into the air like a crown. Sinister colors permeate her eyes now, blues and purples dominated and replaced by blood red speckled by anomalous orange. Subtle fangs protrude from what could be a beaming smile, and soft hands arm themselves with short claws. The ethereal alienness of her complexion remains, though... a purity of some form, divine despite the devilish details.

[infinality]

Under the Weather

Green eyes, blonde hair. In some ways the stranger reminded her of the month of march, of four leaf clovers and sunflowers. Green stem, yellow petals. A pretty, pleasing visage... which made this request all the more embarrassing. First impressions were important to Kiana, but times were tough and her body was not behaving itself. She never knew a nose could run like this in the first place.

"Umb. Hey, sorry. @leybeth Do you habe a dissue or someding?"

[infinality]

fantasia starter call (x/3)

looking for a taciturn but kind unholy in the wilds of airaisal? like this starter call and you too can meet kiana kaslana ( blender variant ).