ă LILY COLLINS, FEMALE, SHE/HERÂ ăwait a second! isnât that ( MADISON AVERYÂ ) who just walked into jackâs bar? rumor around town is that the local is approaching their (Â FIRSTÂ ) year in virgin river. in the meantime, you can find the ( THIRTY-FOURÂ ) year old working as a ( BAKERÂ ) at ( PAIGEâS BAKEAWAYÂ ). rumor around town is that (Â SHEÂ ) has a reputation for being a little ( GULLIBLEÂ ), but they make up for it by being ( GENEROUSÂ ). ă KUROKI, 26, SHE/HERÂ ă
Hello, everyone, I am Kuroki! I'm 26 years old on AST, super excited to be a part of this community! I'm quite new to this type of RP as I usually throw myself into independent blogs, but the chance of belonging to a community that not only provides slice of life -- which I adore -- but also bases itself on Virgin River, which my sister is quite fond of, felt like a sign for me to try it out. Forgive me for any errors I may commit along the way, I am more than willing to learn and be taught about these things. I hope I can make amazing connections and also provide lots of fun to everyone else! Here's some info about Maddy:
THE BASICS ;
NAME : Madison Avery. â⢠â˘â PRONOUNS : she/her. â⢠â˘â GENDER : cis woman. â⢠â˘â AGE : thirty-four â⢠â˘â OCCUPATION : baker â⢠â˘â HOMETOWN : new york. â⢠â˘â NATIONALITY : american. â⢠â˘â â⢠â˘â ZODIAC SIGN : aquarius. â⢠â˘â â⢠â˘â SEXUALITY : discovering. â⢠â˘â STATUS : available for plotting.
BIOGRAPHY ; (tw death)
â⢠⢠â˘â BORN TO A well-off family in the big city of New York, Madison has always been a dreamer. Spoiled by his parents for being their only child, she grew with dreams as big as the city she lived in and a positive outlook on everyone and everything surrounding her. Spending so much time with her grandmother, she developed a love for CONFECTIONS AND BAKING AS A WHOLE.
 One day, while discussing about her goals to reach with this craft, striving to bake alongside professional chefs, her grandmother mentioned something that would mark her for life; "DO YOU BAKE TO MAKE A NAME FOR YOURSELF, OR TO MAKE OTHERS HAPPY?" These words lingered in her mind, and the answer finally came to her the moment her grandmother ultimately passed away.
Carrying both grief and a brand-new hope for herself, she set off to VIRGIN RIVER, a small town her grandmother had mentioned visiting before. There, Maddy sought to find a new beginning, not to make a name for herself, but to make others happy with her baking, as she once did with her grandmother.
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S'ria meets someone unexpected in the Troian dungeons, just when he thought the matter would never trouble him again.
Ao3
S'ria stared into the dark of the cell with almost no trepidation â why would he be afraid, after how many voidsent he'd already fought that day? Neither was he scared of the dark itself.Â
Still, something about this one feltâŚÂ different, something heavy in the air and bitter on his tongue that seemed not to bother the others in their approach.
The voidsent turned to face them, and S'ria felt fear and confusion strike simultaneously â until Fray nudged their memories in place enough to remember, and then there was only fear.Â
He knew this one.
Yes, the shrouded figure, the disparate sets of hands, the tendrils, the scarred mouth â S'ria had seen it before, albeit only briefly in this appearance. As much as he preferred to put that night well out of mind, the avatar Zenos summoned to attack G'raha and Alisaie was unmistakable in his memory. He could also see features in the hands and hood that matched the altered body Zenos had taken on at the very End.
S'ria's hand immediately dropped to the handle of his gun. If it came closer to him, he didn't not even want it to enter melee range.Â
He didn't want such a potentially dangerous and unpleasant reminder shoved in his face without warning, but fate didn't seem to care about that.
It opened its mouth, blindly staring in S'ria's direction, and spoke in a low garbled voice.
âYou⌠You are⌠the friend?â
S'ria knew exactly what it was referring to, and that alone made his ears flatten and tail puff up.
âYou were with Zenos.â
âZenos⌠Yes, that was his name.â Its expression could not change much, but it regarded S'ria with increased intensity. âAnd you are the friend, are you not?â
It felt like mockery. After all this time, after putting all of this behind him, it would be thrown back in his face so suddenly? Friend?!
He stalked towards the voidsent, not yet determined on a course of action. He wanted to kill it, but that was not helpful to Vrtra â yet Zenos's avatar continuing to exist was not helpful to S'ria.
The sudden burst of light from his satchel stopped him in his tracks. He reached in and found Hydaelyn's crystal shining brilliantly in his hand. No sooner did he fully remove it from the bag before the voidsent suddenly became suffused with light â too blinding to directly observe. He looked away and shut his eyes against the flash.
S'ria shook his head and cautiously reopened his eyes as spots faded from his vision. Before him stood⌠not the avatar he knew and feared. No, this was a being no different in basic appearance than anyone in their group, aside from a deathly pallor. She(?) seemed just as shocked by the change, staring at her own hands as if they were foreign to her.Â
â...but how?â
Her voice, too, was smooth and measured, no longer the garbled tones of before.
Some of the turmoil left S'ria with the voidsent in this new form, but he had not yet forgotten the circumstances of their prior meetings.
S'ria's ears swiveled to listen to Y'shtola speak, unwilling to turn his head away. This concept was somewhat⌠new to him. The idea of making a pact with a voidsent was not unheard of, but it invariably went awry. Promises were granted in name but not in spirit, or the summoner lost themself and was consumed, or all manner of awful outcomes.Â
It made sense in concept, that Zenos would turn to such a thing in search of greater strength, but the sheer desperation S'ria felt it must take to commit to what Y'shtola was describing... it was overwhelming.
It wasn't even the pact that killed Zenos â it had somehow never truly endangered him.
âZenos forged a covenant with a voidsent and maintained true control of himselfâŚ? I didn't think that was possible.â
âActually, the ââ.
Perhaps Y'shtola was about to explain to him why he was mistaken, but she was icily cut off.
âCovenant?â The voidsentâs face remained emotionless, but the word itself was said with great disdain. âA curse, more like. He stole my power. There was no equity in the arrangement.â
Ah, perhaps S'ria had it backwards. He'd wondered how Zenos survived such close interaction with a voidsent. Maybe the important question was how any voidsent could survive such dealings with Zenos.
She gestured to her torso, at her newly restored form. âMy very essence was altered. Twisted into a tool to serve his desires.â
The phrasing alone was enough to make S'ria blanche, lips half-numb from how quickly the color left his face. It had not been so physically, not so extreme as her experience, but that was a concept S'ria wasâŚfamiliar with, in multiple ways. Rose's nature quickly came to mind.
Beyond the instinctive disgust, though, there was immediate anger. In some sense, it was much the same for both of them. Zenos wanted S'ria to be someone he was not, to act in the ways Zenos longed for â and he cared not whether his attempts to put S'ria in that role were painful, whether attempting to mold S'ria into the imagined mirror would break him.
A low growl slipped from his throat, nearly unnoticed by him, but it was not directed at the voidsent this time⌠merely at a memory. In that instant, his feelings had pivoted so suddenly that it was nearly disorienting.
This was not Zenosâs avatar, a cruel entity content to layer its strength over Zenos's own, pleased to keep attacking until S'ria was at death's door. Not anymore â really, that had never been true. This was a person, whose mind and body had been treated with the same lack of dignity as him, a fellow victim of Zenos's quest for meaning.
S'ria would not consider her harmless or inherently their ally â but he would defend her if any of his companions chose violence all the same. This was not her fault.
It was not her fault, and yet. When her eyes locked back onto S'ria's and she took a breath to speak, he felt apprehensive.
âZenos called you âfriendâ. That's what you are? A friend?â
S'ria's lips parted in an expression far closer to a snarl than a smile. The apprehension had not been unwarranted, given the focus on this topic.
S'ria shook his head. âWhatever he may have claimed, I was not his friend.â
She looked down in concentration, pulling her hat low over her eyes. âThen⌠what is it? What is a friend?â
The words were quiet, spoken more to herself than as a question, and S'ria chose to interpret it that way.
In the silence that followed, S'ria feltâŚÂ pity was probably the best word for it, even if it seemed unkind. If one was trying to understand human bonds and relationships, he could scarcely imagine a person whose worldviews might be more damaging to be subjected to for months straight. He was almost afraid to know what else she may think.
He was content to let Y'shtola handle negotiations â though he did feel a touch bad listening to her offer aether when they all knew Hydaelyn had given him quite a bit more than average.Â
S'ria was more prepared this time, when the voidsent finished conversing with Y'shtola and slipped over to stand near him.Â
âYou're not his friend.â It wasn't a question. âWhen I served Zenos, my mind was shrouded in haze. But one thing was always clear â his obsession with the âfriendâ.â She shifted her hat in a motion that was quickly becoming familiar. âWhat the word means, I do not know exactly. I know only that it referred to you, and that yours was an important existence.â
There were many things S'ria could've said, but the only thing that left his mouth was âAhâ.
It was⌠a disturbing thought, that he preoccupied Zenosâs mind so wholly that it would be the only bit of clarity beyond the fog. She was offering a glimpse into Zenosâs inner workings, and after one moment of horrified curiousity, he realized that he did not wish to hear more.
It hovered on the tip of his tongue, the please never speak of this again, but he held it back. Even if he did not wish to explain, it was not her fault that she'd feel confused.Â
S'ria could breathe easier when her scrutiny shifted away from him. There were no hard feelings over the questioning, given what had been done to her â or at least mostly no hard feelings. S'ria could admit to resenting it a bit.Â
He wished he didn't feel so isolated out here. He could no longer feel the comforting hum of G'raha's distant presence through their rings â it'd cut off immediately upon entering this realm, a moment that surely scared G'raha despite knowing why.
Without that to turn to for comfort, he felt at a loss. Varshahn was a stranger to him, in these delicate matters at least. Estinien was neither close enough to him nor likely to handle the situation with grace, and Y'shtolaâŚ
Y'shtola was the best option of the group, someone he'd trust with his mental state if necessary, but she wasn't who he wanted. She was busy and S'ria could hardly imagine strolling up to her and asking if she could hold his trembling hands.
If only G'raha were here. Or Thancred, or the twinsâŚ
No, maybe not those last two. Just because they've seen S'ria at nearly his worst doesn't mean they should need to experience it again.Â
S'ria settled for shoving his hands in his pockets, following the group and hoping that no more painful questions would come up before he could calm his heart.
No matter how disturbed he felt having all of that dredged up in his mind again, it did not change theâŚÂ protectiveness that had welled up in him.
Ah, Zero. That was to be her name. It was as good as anything else, S'ria supposed, and helpful to have besides. He wished Zero had chosen such a thing for herself, but â she could've rejected it and did not, so that would have to be good enough. Giving her a name was fine, but if anyone started to press into her autonomy as a person, S'ria did not expect he'd hold his tongue.
They were bound together by shared suffering, were they not? It was only right that S'ria should feel the urge to look after Zero.
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(@pinky-in-blankets for the couple ask game! )
Do you get jealous or protective over your partner?
Hi Pinky !!
Answering for the Informant đ
âł Do you get jealous or protective over your partner?
â ⢠𧥠Seeker :
I do... I admit, it does irk me to come across other women fawning over my Info. "Oh, he is so handsome..." He is ! Thank you for noticing !
I remember one time when we passed by a wash house, we were not dating yet... There was a group of girls there, I stayed a little behind to tie my shoelaces, and as Info passed by them, they giggled and waved at him, acting all shy and blushing, bah...!
When I caught up with Info, I saw them and... oh, this sounds embarrassing now that I think about it... I took him by the arm so it looked like we were a couple. They got quiet real quick !
Info did not say anything about it, he just raised an eyebrow at me, oh gosh... this is embarrassing...
â ⢠đ Informant :
My dear Seeker is a beautiful and smart woman with a heart of gold, it is understandable many people admire her. But when this admiration verges on flirting, I... it irks me greatly.
The Sweep, Mr Leonard Valentine, Mr Li Guangming... I have my eyes on them especially. The first one asked her out once, the second one has regular conversations with her about his romance novels and is a notorious flirt, the third one is regularly late for his university classes because he wants to talk to her everytime she passes by the campus.
ask game here
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