ARIA, vesta

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VESTA ARIA
the world is not enough, but it is such a perfect place to start my love.

THE BASICS

FULL NAME Vesta Aria
NICK NAMES V
AGE She looks nineteen but is actually three hundred and nineteen
GENDER Female
SEXUALITY Bisexual
MEMBER GROUP Other
SPECIAL ABILITY Djinn - She can turn into mist, warp reality to a small extent, create small illusions, manipulate the elements to a small degree. Using her powers too quickly or too much results in her fatiguing and collapsing but she is increasing her stamina each day to improve this.
PLAY-BY Oerba Dia Vanille - Final Fantasy XIII

THE LOOKS

HAIR She has shimmering light red, wavy hair that she keeps in two open, curled pigtails. If she leaves it down it is just below her shoulders, but while it remains up it is just above her shoulders. Her fringe is kept just above her eyebrows with a parting just off center to the right of her forehead.
EYES Her eyes are a sparkling green with another small ring of lighter green nearer the center of the eye. Looking into her eyes you will see an innocent carefree girl, but underneath that is a crafty, self centered, seductress who will use you for her own pleasure.
APPEARANCE Her overall dress style is all over the place and full of trinkets and beads. She wears a light pink halter top, a short orange and yellow skirt, along with yellow boots with a fur trim that stop just above the ankle. She also wears a fur pelt around her waist and her wrists are adorned with numerous bracelets, and she wears three beaded necklaces, along with an assortment of beads attached to various parts of her clothing. Both of her ears are pierced and she always wears a pair of sparkling silver earrings. She loves clothes like this as they allow her to move freely, they sparkle as well as showing off her body and curves.

THE CHARACTER

LIKES
* Performing
* Annoying Remus
* Music
* Ice Cream
* Sand
* The Night Sky
* Toying with humans
* Sparkly objects
* Clouds
* Singing

DISLIKES
* Humans
* Being alone
* Not being the center of attention
* Rain
* Snow
* Hunters
* Beetroot
* Religion
* Cats
* Mice

GOALS/DREAMS
* To free the world from it's idiotic way's
* To become much more magically powerful.
* To live above in the clouds, looking down on everyone.

FEARS
* People will use her again.
* Remy will turn her into stone and never turn her back.
* She will simply cease to be.

HABITS
* Always tilts her head to the left when talking to anyone she deems as a 'toy'.
* No matter where it is in a sentence she always rolls her R's.
* Absent mindedly twirls her hair when she isn't paying attention.
* When bored she will intently stare at someone regardless of who it is.

STRENGTHS
* Plucky
* Never run's away
* Easily reads people
* Observant
* Sociable

WEAKNESSES
* Stubborn.
* Always has to get revenge.
* Temperamental
* Self-Centered
* Cocky

SECRETS
* She praises Remy for what he did to The Ringmaster.
* How she came to the circus.
* Scarred she will never attain true happiness.

PERSONALITY TRAITS
* Sarcastic
* Crafty
* Impulsive
* Daring
* Haughty
* Imaginative
* Prideful

THE PAST

HISTORY At first there was nothing, no sound, no smell, no taste, no anything at all. Like all Djinn she started life off as wisps of magic here and there until one day they started to mix and form together, they took shape of a small female child and the magic breathed life into her. She was pure, she was innocent, she was Djinn. From birth she was a very quick learner, she had only to see something a few times for her to understand what to do as is what happens to all Djinn children. As time went on she learnt the basics of what she needed to be able to do, how to talk, how to breathe, how to run and most importantly how to use her magic. The only thing she did not know, however, was her name and only what she merely was. Djinn never had a real name, they could only get one if a human gave one to them.

She was weak, magically, more than a normal Djinn by any means, she was treated as a runt if she ever came in contact with a second Djinn which was rare to come by as they preferred to keep themselves to themselves. Despite her hardships given to her by her fellow Djinn she carried on living her life as best as she could, a smile on her face and a skip in her stride. Yet her life was always missing something, something she couldn't quite put a finger on. That was, until she met him.

A young man by the name of Abdul stole her heart the day she met him. His charms, his looks, his poise, everything about him screamed at her making her want him more and more. She could never bare to tell him what she was though, perhaps he would only use her for her powers, perhaps he would run away from her, all of it was only a perhaps she had made, but it was true he was using her. Using her to make his ex-wife jealous that he had found such a beauty in the desert. He was a scary, jealous, manipulating snake of a man and made sure to keep the little girl on a tight leash. He did however find it odd she did not have a name so he named her Vesta *ironically his ex-wife's name*.

She never saw this, she only saw what he wanted her to see, a courageous, kind, loving man ho she adored. She stayed at a run down house she had made, with aide from her magic, into a cosy little place. Each night he would visit her and each night he would leave, making her promise she would not follow him. One day he would take her back but for now he wanted the suspense to build to the final showing, to which she agreed. She would occasionally used her magic to make him some grand clothes, feigning she was a seamstress, all to his delight. The delight he could use this to his advantage. Each day he would return to her with rags on his bones, saying that some awful men had stolen his clothes and he needed new ones, grander ones. It would show him how much she cared for her if she could do this for him. What she didn't know was he had been taking them back into town and selling them to the highest bidder. He was getting rich off of her own work and he had the gall to come back to her each day telling her these lies. Little did he know she would soon find out.

One day after he had gone once more back to his town, she wanted to know why this kept happening. Why did it happen each day? He was strong, as he kept telling her, so how could some measly men just take from him what she had created? Despite her promise she followed him, after all if she could solve this he couldn't get mad right? That was where everything started to fit into place. That's where her world went dark and her life meaningless to herself. He was gallivanting all around the place in his new clothes when a few men started to surround him. These must be the people she thought. Before she could do anything he started to greet each and every one of them and she saw something that confused her. Why was each man wearing something she made? He had been robbed no? So why was he greeting them?

She couldn't understand what was going on, her mind couldn't comprehend anything so she just had to watch on and see what would happen. Little by little the men started talking in turn, but they raised their hands each time, Abdul was pointing at each one and, wait, money? Was that money?!? They were bidding on her creations, the clothes she had made for Abdul and Abdul alone! Ok yes she magically created them but she did it with love in her heart! Slowly her heart began to fill with sadness as he took money from one man and gave him the clothes she had made. Stepping towards him, she knew he had an explanation right? He had to right?

As soon as Abdul spotted her, his face changed to one she had never seen before, the man she loved was no longer there and he was angry, very angry. Before she could spout a word he started shouting at her. How dare she disobey him, how dare she not know her place, how dare she even think about coming here. With one fell swoop he smacked her right in her little face, her expression a mixture of hurt and confusion. What was going on? Why was he doing this? He merely laughed at her calling her his 'thing' his 'trophy', she was HIS after all so why couldn't he do as he pleased with what she made? Everything she was he owned! Her heart sank, her world shattered and her light faded, everything was going dark in her confusion. Didn't he love her? He just tricked her? He stood there laughing at her as well as the other men, each one laughing at this poor little girl.

*Do what you know best...*

Another door in her mind had opened up and everything seemed so clear now, humans were evil, nothing but hate filled them, nothnig but greed pushed them forward. Energy surged through her, her body acting almost against her will but she was too broken to disobey. In a moment the sands began to pick up and swirl around the girl, no longer was she small, no longer was she frail, she was the sand, she was the wind, she was everything! The town was falling under her power, people where thrown this way and that, buildings shook and broke at their seams. She hadn't done this, they made her do this! Humans brought hurt, humans brought pain, humans brought it upon themselves!

After she had destroyed the town, wiped it form the very face of the earth as well as the people who inhabited it, she stood there, a tear in her eye and a smile on her face. She was broken, but they deserved it after all, they where her toys, she wasn't theirs. In her moment of madness she clasped her hands together and the sands started to cover her up, as if creating a blanket all around her to comfort her. It crept up and covered her entire being and soon she was nothing but stone, the sand had hardened so she would never have to witness anything again. With the transformation complete she fell into a deep sleep.

One day The Ringmaster was there, she never found out why he was or how he was but he was just there one day and he took her. He stole her from her place in the desert but she was still asleep, she did not know until someone else came along and awoke her. The man known as The Basilisk. She had bee placed inside The Ringmaster's office as an ornament for all to see, a wonder of the desert, but The Basilisk had come and he had felt something from the statue. Perhaps he thought another Basilisk had left her, whatever it was he tried to feed from her. Of course not being human has it's advantages, but being a Djinn had more. His eyes turned gold as he tried to feed but something was wrong, something was different, he could feel no energy coming from her and into him, instead what he got was a nasty surprise.

The more he tried to feed the more she could feel something, the more she was awaking from her slumber. A crack here, a crack there and soon the stone was turning back into sand as it slid from her form, her eyes wide open and staring at this man who dared feed from her. He was nothing but a 'toy' for her to do as she pleased. Clearly she was not what he was expecting at all yet he tried to cover it up with nonsensical ramblings such as "Oh, why, hello. I didn't know you could do that.", he was trying to cover up for what he didn't expect yet she could read him like an open book. What to do with him though? What to do?

Before she could get any bright ideas, it suddenly became clear there was another presence in the room, from the shadows came a man, the same one who had stolen her and brought her here, The Ringmaster. How long had he been there? What was his intention? Whatever it was he seemed pleased, very pleased indeed. Perhaps, just perhaps she could use him to her advantage though, just like Abdul had done to her so long ago. Immediately she seductively walked over towards him, one hand around his chest and the other around his neck as if she was mad about him. This pleased him very much so, much to the annoyance of the other man. Perfect. It was going just as she wanted, she soon became a star attraction of the Circus, the favourite of The Ringmaster, all just to spite the man she had come to know as Remy.

During her time at the circus she had gotten to know Remy a little better and all the things he was capable of. He had tried to turn her back into stone once and the feeling terrified her. It wasn't a success but what if he found a way? Since then they had come to have a mutual respect with one another. He saved her from a few guys who were 'displeased' she wouldn't give them a 'private show', whilst she had helped him, warping the minds of a few people he fed upon. They started to become, for loss of a better word, a dysfunctional business family and she loved it. The chaos of it anyway, as well as her time in the spotlight, looking down at each and every one of those humans that came to watch her.

Things began to change however, the audience members were her toys too you know, what was it if they suddenly misplaced their wallets and jewelry during her shows. What if someone made a wish to be wealthy and soon found himself robbing a bank much to his confusion, it wasn't her fault. It was the greed of man's fault not hers. A rumour spread about the place of bad luck and not only that people went missing here and there. Things where getting out of hand and they had to move. There where other rumours about a drug ring going around the circus and that that was the real reason they had to move. She could believe that. She could even think who was responsible for it yet what he did was his own thing.

As they fled, they all had to make their own way and with her powers she was safe regardless. She could just poof here and there but it was a strain on such a young and magically weak Djinn so she would only use it as a last resort. She stowed aboard one of the many ships that her comrades, they all know what to do and if all else failed, she was just going to follow whomever seemed to the most interesting. Everything was going according to their plan, they made it to Japan, they had regrouped apart from one person. The Ringmaster. The one man she cared for the least, she knew who he was on board with and she knew what he had done, he praised him for that secretly but never to tell him. That would be her little secret.

For now they where safe, for now everything was fine but things could change at the drop of a hat and she was prepared. With the rest of their Troupe she was prepared for anything that society, the hunters or whomever it may be had for them. They where ready, but would the others be ready for them?

THE END

YOUR NAME Mickeyin
EXPERIENCE A fair while now :P
CONTACT PM
WHERE'D YOU FIND US? Another site
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE I already gave one for Tristan but I can give another if you want :P

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Right, she is done she is done she is done :P I got full permission from Robin to use Remy in my background and she gave me things I could use for his reactions :)

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WHOA THERE KIMOSABE, JUST A FEW THINGS TO FIX

Alright I've only one, yes one, thing to fix about the app. Reading her history the beginning bit didn't settle right with me. That she "instantly knew everything". I understand that she is a magical being but still, it just doesn't seem right to me she automatically knows everything about survival the moment she is made. What you can do is say she is an extremely fast learner and was able to pick up on these things by herself in a short amount of time. I'm more comfortable with something like that than instant-knowledge.

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