Username: circle

Character name/description: Elegant-Terror
What are wings when their feathers are plucked off by the eager wicked children of fate. They are nothing more than useless ornaments that weight down those who could once fly, reminders towards the cruelty of a world they were born into. A world where escape was never an option that they were graced with. Dreams carried on lofty wings left to be buried by the tumbling waste of broken promises and lost chances. Fields with flowers as far as the eye could see, nurtured under a bright sky of possibilities, buried under desserts of death and bone. Where homes are things built within skeletons and loyalties are won with blood. There is no softness in this place brought by broken tattered wings. No remembrance towards the days of bright open skies and soft fields of flowers. Remembering those days would only bring weakness and fragility into a place that can no longer support such failings. A place where one will gnaw off their own leg to escape any further shackles. A place inhabited by Elegant-terror. A duchess who once ruled with brilliant wings that carried wondrous dreams for an even brighter future. Now a ruler of none, barley in control of her own fate tugged as she is in separate directions. Only herself does she serve now, others left out to hang if there is no value to be found within them. For what use is it to associate with those who will only scorn her later. All former charm has been squeezed from her, leaving only a stern and severe she-cat with eyes like chips of rock for all they express. Nervous aggression seems to plague here torn between two avenues of possible action. Rippling along her pelt and leaving her in a constant state of unease, covered by the front of a voluble warrior untouchable by those who wish her harm. This inborn cruelty and mercilessness is a disease that has fully settled itself within her, having worked itself into place around her heart. Never hindered by potential ignorance towards others situations or intentions. Elegant-terror will rip apart any that approaches unless they have proven to be worth something to her in that moment. At times she grows distant, as if not all there within herself. In these times she can be fleetingly kind, gentle, and and friendly. Open to caring about others for these brief moments where she seems overtaken by some other cat the might still exist within herself. These fleeting episodes are made all the more painful when her crueler personality surfaces right after. Often bringing others to thing they hallucinated their whole peaceful interaction with her. For Elegant-terror lives up to her name, and to not find difficulty interacting with her is a strange thing indeed.

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Position wanted?: trusted

Do you have any previous leadership experience?: no.

Do you have coding experience?: yes.

Please provide a small excerpt of role-playing as the character you are trying out with: Elegant-terror was not one to be cowed by a little bloodshed, but she was one to find such lack of class, such lack of grace, a disgusting thing indeed. For what use were they other than to make a spectacle of oneself, and a spectacle was only worthy of being made if one deserved such attention. She might not be what she once was but she was never one to measure herself as any less. As a result the apprentice's slinking steps around her only caused her to huff out another little sigh. "The stress of dealing with you is going to send me into early cardiac arrest." Whirling about, slate tale brushing across the youngers nose as she set off. "It's by the grace of the gods that I've already had my kits, otherwise just the frustration of your presence would have jump started my labor." She tacked on for good measure.

"Come along then, I suppose now there your here we should make you useful."