Re: The Human's guide to Pieces and The First Encounter...(Character Sheets)
Name: Pollusia Dioscyria
Age: 19
Appearance: The casual onlooker would mistake Pollusia for a boy with ease, from physique and dress equally. A hard-earned fitness coupled with a no-nonsense dress sense, and disdain for "girly" clothing made her the despair of her parents. Eyes play the boundary between blue and green, changing from day to day like the sea. Despite her long legs, she maintains the grace of one comfortable in herself, and knowing her own body well.. along with her limitations. When she deigns to speak, her voice is low, something that might be called throaty or husky in another girl.. but no one dared use those words with Pollusia.
On the left. I know it's not a great pic.. so shoot me.
Inventory:
One pair of pink fluffy footwarmers
One rapier.
Level:3
Power: 2
Dexterity: 3
Mind: 1
Endurance: 2
Stamina: {[(End*2)+Pow] *2} + 10 = [(2*2)+2]*2 + 10 = 22
Orgasm: {[(End+ Mind] *3} + 10 = ([2+1]*3) + 10 = 19
Speed: [(Dex*2) + Pow] *2 = ([3*2]+2)*2 = 16
Purity: (Mind * End * 4) + 10 = (1*2*4) + 10 = 18
Willpower: (Mind/2 + Endurance/3) = (1/2+2/3) = 1 1/6 = 1
Level Up Info
Level 2 - 3 points. 2 spent on Dex, 1 saved.
Level 3 - 6 points. 3 spent on Dex, 2 on Power, 2 on Endurance.
Skills/Traits
Dodge - Rank 1
Melee Weapon {Rapier} - Rank 2
Memories:
FriendShip - Rank 3
Unbending Resolve - Rank 2
Sharp Perception - Rank 2
Unused Memory points: 0
Memories...
"Next."
With the calm dismissal, another foil rattled across the floor of the training room. Its owner, a red-haired boy called Rusty by his friends, gaped for a moment at the slim figure who had so easily disarmed him, then shakes his head. He joins the growing line of fencers on the bench, helmet in hands. The next match was similarly rapid - the two fencers squared off, the opening was called.. a long moment of silence, then a blur of motion. This one managed to keep hold of his foil, though. Despite this small victory, he, too, joined the line of the defeated.
After the line had grown to perhaps twenty or thirty opponents, the undefeated called a halt, that same calm voice echoing from the protective facemask. Soon blonde curls spilled from it, framing a face that could easily be masculine or feminine. Blue eyes scan over the defeated line for a moment.
"Thank you, everyone."
With that rigid politeness, she stalked off toward the changing rooms, only to be stopped by a voice. A Southern drawl, dripping with a casual confidence.
"So, Polly... how's your sister?"
Long legs pause in mid-stride, and she answers without turning round.
"She's fine. None of your business. If you'll excuse me.."
No escape was granted, though.
"Not just yet. I hear.. you're entering this competition next month?"
The voice drew closer, and a pair of male hands gently turned the resisting girl around, meeting a grinning blonde-haired pair of blue eyes with icy defiance.
"If you're entering.. does that mean your sister will be there to see me win?"
Hands brushed off her shoulders, the glare is unrelenting.
"She'll be there. To see me knock your epee across the room,
Hecky. Now, I really must be go-.."
"
Hector to you. If you're so confident.. why not make a bet of it? I win.. I get a date with your sister. Maybe with you too."
There is a long silence, during which it seems ice crystals could form in the air, a miniature blizzard in the club training room.
"Done. When I win.. you'll never talk to either of us again. On your honour as a swordsman."
Hector snorts, blue eyes seeking the ceiling at the archaic phrasing.
"Come on... seriously?"
Finding no jocular warmth in the icy orbs across from him, he relents.
"Fine. On my honour as a swordsman, if you by some miracle happen to beat me.. remembering who the regional champion is.. I'll never talk to you or your sister again."
Once he was done, Pollusia nodded firmly, and turned away. There was no following her this time. Once he was sure the blonde was out of earshot, Hector mutters, to himself more than anything else..
"...Freak."
Glancing up and seeing most of the fencing club still watching him in silence, he barks out, angrily.
"What are you lot looking at? Go to!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
After fencing, it was time for work. A short shower, changing into uniform, then it was off to whichever premises they'd assigned her to tonight. Being a security guard wasn't exactly glamorous work.. but it gave her time to think, and more importantly, time to listen. She'd found, in general, it was better to simply stand and listen to the silence, than it was to waste her time on the words of others. You could learn much more from the silence. It spoke volumes, if you just knew what to listen for.
Most nights, there was nothing to disturb her thoughts. The occasional animal, the night sky, and Pollusia. Spending so much time alone at night, she'd grown to recognise the stars above her, drawing pictures with the constellations as she saw fit. Always her gaze wandered back to Gemini, her namesake, though. The eternal twins Castor and Pollux, that drew such a heroic counterpoint to her own family. So many legends about those two.. some said only one was immortal, and when his brother received a fatal wound, he chose to share his immortality with the dying man, so that they lived on alternate days. Some said they would spend a day in Olympus and a day in Hades.. then swap. Such a fate seemed horrifying to Pollusia. Living eternally separated from her sister, seeing her only briefly at the change of day, the single minute of midnight.. These kinds of thoughts always seemed to creep up when she was alone, accompanied by thoughts of Castea. Only by focussing intently on the things around her could the girl put them to the back of her mind.
Tonight was no different. From her position against the oak, Poll could pinpoint a night bird of some sort in the branches above her, a hedgehog snuffling approximately twenty meters to her left.... and a man trying to climb over the wall to her right. With a quiet sigh, Pollusia leans forward, and reaches for her torch. In her head, she counted to twenty, then stepped out from behind the tree, and switched on her flashlight, aimed directly at the man's face. With a startled cry, he slips.. and falls a good ten feet to the ground. Surveying the unconscious prowler at her feet, Pollusia shakes her head. This meant paperwork.
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"I mean, seriously.. who tries to break into a water plant anyways? This guy was trying to climb over the wall, dressed up like some sort of ninja! I mean, he had shuriken on him! Seriously! And a -sword-. He had a sword, Cas!"
"A little rich coming from you, Pollusia dear.."
"....That's -totally- different! If he'd been a little more... well.. ninja-like, I would have understood.. but this guy was like, forty, middle-aged, and tubby. I'm surprised he got over the wall in the first place.. It's no wonder I heard him!"
"Well. With your hearing, I'm not actually that surprised. I never could sneak up on you. As for this poor guy, you seem to think everyone's "tubby". I bet you even say that about -me- when I'm not listening.."
"W-what? No! I'd never.. I think you're perfect! Gorgeous! You're absolutely nothing like hi..."
Pollusia trails off at her sister's giggling, realising how she'd been played.
"........Perfect, am I? I never knew you cared so much, 'sia.."
The response is low, and followed with a rare blush.
"...you know I've always loved you more than anyone else."
There is a long silence.
"..Yeah, I know."
"...I know. Anyway. How are things for you these days? Still working at that... place?"
"I am. You shouldn't be so distrustful! I meet lots of -really- nice girls there."
A hand's grip on another tightens noticeably.
"None as nice as you, of course."
"Thank you. As if my ego needs any more feeding.. I'm glad you're enjoying it, though. Have you thought.. any more.. about what I said?"
As if by their own will, fingers trace a palm lazily, caressing in a way that went beyond friendship.
"I... 'Sia.. We... we really can't. I'm sorry.. Don't we have enough?"
And that was a question that couldn't be answered with words, and the silence stretches out. Finally, the same voice quavers.
"I-I should be going. It's getting late, I really ought to go before every taxi driver in the city has go--.."
"Stay with me."
The interruption is urgent, and a wrist is caught.
"I just said, I can't.."
"...Just.. stay with me, tonight. We don't have to.. do.. anything. I just don't want to be alone tonight.. Please, Castea."
"... As if I could refuse. But only on one condition.."
"Yes?"
"Wear foot warmers. You have cold feet."
"Done and done! Dibs on the door side!"
"...What? Why, after I thought you were so vulnerable... You minx!"
A pillow is thrown.. then another, and things collapse from there into casual silliness, other things forgotten.. for now.
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