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<div style="width: auto; height: auto; font-family: courier new; color: #A10000; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 6px; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 1;">don't you know i'm not your ghost anymore?</div>
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<div style="color: #a10000; font-size: 20px; font-family: courier new; text-align: left;">personality.</div>
<div style="width: 449px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; background-color: #fffff0; padding: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; color: #00AE97; font-family: courier new; word-spacing: 3px;">aradia is mature; level-headed and rational, she carefully</div> thinks through each action she takes before she takes it. she is sharp, and good at split-second decisions, though without adequate time to weigh the pros and cons her decisions tend to be a bit clumsy and short-term. sharp as a tack, she learns fast, and will pick up on your mannerisms quickly, which was what made her a great flarper back in the day. the success of her team was mostly made on her end, but being modest and a good sport, she would never take all the credit. her sense of justice and karma are cold, but she believes that all wrong-doers deserve whatever is coming to them, and doesn't feel the need to help sinners out of their own mess.
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however, in most everyday situations, aradia has no need to think strategically or give the cold shoulder to criminals. she is a free spirit; she knows how fleeting life can be first-hand, and tries her hardest to live hers to the fullest. when the time doesn't call for her maturity or sharp mind, she's a bit of an airhead, ditsy and going with the flow and always looking for new experiences. she loves adventure, and the thrill of discovering something no one's ever seen before is one of her favorite feelings. she's a thrill seeker, and sometimes drags her friends into trouble along with her, but she means it all in good fun and the name of discovery. while she loves to have fun and enjoy herself, she'll snap back to seriousness the moment it is called for, or when she decides that a situation needs her composure.
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generosity is a strong part of aradia's being, and she would give up anything if she could help a friend, even if it means putting her life at risk. though self-sacrificing, there are exceptions to her altruism, such as items she is very protective over: her fossils and items excavated on her digs are very precious to her, and it would take more than a lot of convincing in order for her to part with a single one, as well as the music boxes she's made and collected over the sweeps. she takes pride in these treasures, seeing them as her mark in history of all of her accomplishments as an archaeologist. she's extremely possessive of her finds, and hardly allows anyone but herself to handle them, convinced that they would somehow break them beyond repair - though, most of the artifacts she digs up are already pretty destroyed in the first place.
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among her prized possessions, however, probably the most valuable are her friends. she treasures friendship, and has a wide circle of friends, all of whom she adores completely. she is a social butterfly; without the interaction of those who enjoy her company, she finds it hard to fly (both metaphorically and literally). she's extremely protective of her close friends, and considers herself to be responsible for their well-being, going out of her way to make sure they're fed and safe and happy. she's motherly in this way, and unwittingly babies them constantly. sometimes, she considers the ghosts she hears "friends" - if they don't scream at her and tell her that she's going to die all the time. the pleasant ones are good company for her when she's alone, so she never really feels lonely. but ghosts that were willing to be friendly with her were sparing, and she mostly grew apathetic to the howling cries of rage and misery and got used to them over all.
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after her accident, she left her emotions behind in her earthly (alternia-ly?) body. her mind and self burned an decayed while her spirit lived on, and she found herself unable to feel the rush of emotions at things that had made her feel strongly before. she could remember how it felt to be angry or sad or happy, but she didn't feel it naturally like she did when she was alive. she struggled to apply emotions to situations that she thought she might have felt it. it was tiring for a while, but eventually dropped trying to feel again, thus becoming "0k" with everything. as a robot, she was stunned when she found that the more vivid emotions - hate, pity, anger and joy - came to her again, and due to her unfamiliarity with them, she was easily swept up and got carried away, acting on a strong emotion she found hard to control. however, the feelings were still cloudy; when achieving god tier, her emotions became crystal clear, and she still gets overrun by strong feelings, becoming more impulsive than before.</div>
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<div style="color: #a10000; font-size: 20px; font-family: courier new; text-align: left;">description.</div>
<div style="width: 449px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; background-color: #fffff0; padding: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; color: #00AE97; font-family: courier new; word-spacing: 2px;">noticeable even when in a crowd, aradia is probably one of</div> the taller female trolls. she stands at five feet, seven inches, and with her thick and bushy hair, looks to be even taller. her build is a bit sturdier; her shoulders are broad, her hips wide, her chest full. she is slim, though, thankfully due to daily exercise and a healthy diet. in contradiction to the maturity her shape suggests, the features of her face are still rather child-like: large, wide eyes, full scarlet lips, small dimples on her cheeks. a small handful of rusty freckles are scattered across the bridge of her nose. aside from her own physical quirks, she appears to be a regular troll, with ashen skin and ebony hair. her teeth are duller than normal, however, which is probably why she prefers a vegetarian diet, though she will eat meat if push comes to shove even if she has difficulties with it.
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as previously stated, aradia's hair is very thick. this distresses her, and she takes enjoyment in thinking of fun ways to keep the smooth locks out of her face when excavating. her eyelashes are not the same onyx color, since she constantly dyes them the maroon of her caste color, but doesn't take the same measures with the rest of her hair. it's naturally wavy, and curls down to the small of her back, tickling her skin when she sleeps. she brushes through it when she can, but it's unfortunately so unmanageable that it seems to mess back up again the second after she leaves the hive. her horns are all but hidden by the obsidian masses, but are large enough to be noticeable - especially in their bright orange and yellow colors. they're relatively curvy, as she is, mirroring a ram's horns in their spiral. they curve backward and then inward, coming to a sharp point in the middle.
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apparel-wise, she's nothing extraordinary. a plain black blouse, sleeves cut short for efficiency, sports her symbol of aries in her dark red blood. she keeps all the buttons gracefully done up, though she undoes a few when she's working on a dig and gets a little warm. a dark grey skirt hangs from her waist, draping to her ankles, covering her white socks and part of her black slip-on shoes. sometimes, when she's feeling particularly silly, she'll don an old white hat she found on a dig once, even though it doesn't quite fit over her horns. her clothing seemed to stay with her when she dyed, though it became torn and ragged and singed on the ends. over all, her appearance as a ghost changed little, except for her eyes; from saffron and grey, they changed to pearly white and transparent, with no discernible pupil or iris.
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when she entered her soulbot, however, her looks changes drastically. since she was bonded with a robot, her entire body became metal or plastic, aside from her hair, which was made from artificial fibers. her joints make whirring sounds whenever they move, which is something that she can't control no matter how much she tries to fix it - not that she particularly cares. but it bugs most everybody else; to have her standing in a room with you, then her head turning towards you in a series of clicks and buzzing, is extremely disconcerting. the blood within her, while it had been deep maroon while she was alive, was replaced with the same dark blue of equius', who had despised her low blood. as well as her blood, her eyes were swapped as well, for reflective ruby glass.</div>
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<div style="color: #a10000; font-size: 20px; font-family: courier new; text-align: left;">headcanon.</div>
<div style="width: 449px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; background-color: #fffff0; padding: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; color: #00AE97; font-family: courier new; word-spacing: 5px;">even before the game, when she was alive, aradia's time</div> powers were somewhat potent within her. she would experience strong deja vu often, and not have any explanation for it outside of the whispers of the ghosts. what was happening was she was skipping ahead half a second, then going back again, completely unintentionally. she was only starting to experience it around half a sweep before her death, and more recently it had been getting a little worse, jumping from a couple seconds. in god tier, her powers fully realized, she was able to control it, but sometimes she would still unwittingly jerk ahead a minute, then back.
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aradia is really clumsy, and often gets into little accidents around her hive and has to ask someone for help. among these accidents have been setting her kitchen on fire, knocking her recuperacoon out the wall, shorting out her computer and causing a little explosion, and getting tangled up in her whip and somehow ending up dangling from the ceiling fan. she does this a lot, and has luckily trained herself in first-aid so she can patch herself up, and applies this to after flarp campaigns as well.
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out of concern, she's gotten into the habit of dropping by her nearby friends' hives and delivering food and other necessities to them in her spare time, then hanging around for a while and fussing over them. she went to sollux's hivestem particularly often, even though it's quite a walk for her, forcing him to eat or sleep after a long day of sitting at the computer.</div>
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<div style="color: #a10000; font-size: 20px; font-family: courier new; text-align: left;">about me.</div>
<div style="width: 449px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; background-color: #fffff0; padding: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; color: #00AE97; font-family: courier new; word-spacing: 1px;">i am the <s>night</s> <s>day</s> dae, it is me. i also play vriska here! i'm</div> fifteen, live in washington, five-year-long rper. i did this all before on my vriska app so more information there?? i'm on almost every day so i'm active as stuff. i'm pinkehlicious. on skype (with the period), memorydae on aim, memorydae@hotmail.com on msn, memorydae.tumblr.com on tumblr, so on and so forth!</div>
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<div style="color: #a10000; font-size: 20px; font-family: courier new; text-align: left;">prompt.</div>
<div style="width: 449px; height: 100px; overflow: auto; background-color: #fffff0; padding: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; color: #00AE97; font-family: courier new; word-spacing: 6px;">aradia liked the outdoors. even though it was normally</div> dangerous, and she was currently only four sweeps of age, she liked the fresh air and open hills that surrounded her hive. her lusus wasn't particularly thrilled about it, however; she was currently poised on the roof, scaled tail twitching anxiously, her small grey eyes trained on her troll ward. her charge wasn't bothered by the supervision, and was grateful that if some beast were to crawl out of the tall grass on the hills, her lusus would be there to help her out. she turned now, waving enthusiastically to the reptilian ram beast, who bobbed her head in response.
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well, that old goat could worry her scales off, because aradia had no inclination to return to her block any time soon. she was enjoying herself, frolicking through the waist-high blades of grass, her high soprano voice ringing out in giggles. every now and then, she would trip over a root or rock that protruded from the ground - the knee area of her dark skirt was thoroughly stained green and brown by this point - but came to no injury, and she saw no indication of another living thing anywhere nearby. currently, she was running alongside a light breeze that ruffled her hair and caused a shimmering ripple in the meadow, her cheeks flushed with dim rusty red at the exhilaration that rushed through her as the raced the wind. until, predictably, she caught her foot on something and tumbled forward, and she had already done many times before that day. her lusus stiffened as the young troll fell out of sight and into the grass, and was instantly in motion the instant her shrill scream resounded and echoed across the rolls of land.
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as aradia's hand pushed into the dirt to break her fall, the ground beneath her palms crumbled away, eventually causing most of the earth beneath her body to give, dropping her into a hole that she'd unfortunately landed upon. her scream wailed and cut off into gags as little bits of gravel were sucked into her lungs, and when the aries landed, she lied there a moment to try and clear her airways with ragged coughs. the dust settled after a short minute, and with tear-stung eyes, she looked around to see where she was. thankfully, the cavern wasn't too far under; only a few feet, she could probably climb back up if she tried. dim light from the moons filtered through the hole she'd fallen through, illuminating only the spot where she sat, menacing shadows dancing around the edges of the pit. she shivered, a hoarse whimper escaping her lips. who knew what lived down here? probably things big and ready to eat her in a second. she shifted as she tried to push herself up, and let out a yelp as pain throbbed in her hip. she must have landed on a rock or something. she twisted around to see if she could spy what she landed on.
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a chest, half buried in the soil, jut out from the dirt beneath her hips. aradia stared at it for a moment, unsure of what to do; it wasn't hers, and it probably meant a lot to somebody, but what if they'd buried it here and completely forgot about it? contemplating this, she decided to just take a peek inside and see what was important enough to be buried. carefully, she scooped out the dirt from around the small chest and pulled it out - she could hear something moderately-sized sliding about inside as she moved it, and her heartbeat picked up in anticipation. there was a symbol engraved upon the front of the chest; the colors were faded and hard to make out, but it looked to be a deep maroon. the symbol was the same that aradia bore upon her shirt, the mark of the trolls who shared her position on the hemospectrum. perhaps it didn't belong to anyone after all. perhaps, through some improbable serendipity, it was meant for <i>her</i>? her movements becoming hasty, she unlatched the lock on the chest and pulled it open.
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a note was the first thing she noticed. taking that it was meant to be read before examining the contents of the chest, aradia carefully slid it out. the paper was old and worn, stained gold where some water had been able to seep into the chest. the words upon it were handwritten, and in the same color that she wrote in as well. the penmanship was elegant, but faded out so that she had to strain her eyes to see the words:
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<div style="font-family: monotype corsiva; color: #A10000; text-align: center; font-size: 13px;">t0 my descendant,
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wh0ever they may be.</div>
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aradia gaped at the letters, her eyebrows so high they almost touched her hairline. she'd heard stories, about adult trolls who supplied genetic material before heading off-planet, as all trolls do; sometimes, grubs were born that bore a fleeting but substantial resemblance to them, on a physical and mental level, destined to walk a similar path if they so chose. personally, she didn't believe in such tales, since all material is blended in the genetic slurry it's highly improbable to bear a resemblance to any one troll. but looking at that note, in her same blood color - even in her own typing quirk - the evidence was almost believable. carefully, taking extra care, she folded the delicate paper and slipped the note back into the chest. throat tightening, she pulled out the present the other aries-clad troll had left in the worn wooden chest, setting a cloth-wrapped bundle onto her lap.
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it was a music box. very old, and possibly already broken, but undeniably exquisite and beautiful. she paused, her fingertips tracing over the ornate decorative carvings on the box. she took a shaky breath, before carefully slipping her fingers under the lid and gently flipping it open. a soft tune instantly filled the small hole, bouncing off the walls and giving it an eerie sort of ring. the song itself was elegant, something that was usually used for dancing, she thought. she swayed a little with the quiet beat, transfixed for a moment. she stayed silent, hardly daring to breathe, until the song slowly drifted into a silent end. slowly, she closed the lid, the low <i>clap</i> the only sound in the cavern for a moment. suddenly, she was being showered in dirt and grass; her lusus as digging through the hole, concerned baas rumbling from her throat.
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after she had returned to her hive, aradia set up a high shelf in her respiteblock and placed the chest on it, out of reach of her lusus' curious nose. this was what initially spurred on her interest in archaeology, and the music box and note had been two of her most prized possessions. every now and then, she would cast a glance at the self and smile to herself, occasionally playing the tune and dancing around her hive. however, being no good at dancing, it would usually send in her tumbling around on the floor with her lusus, laughing avidly.
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the memory faded as aradia's translucent hand reached toward the chest, areas around the ruins of her hive still aflame from the recent accident. her fingers faded right through the worn wood, and she slowly pulled them back. with a twitch of her hand, the chest shuddered and moved, her psychic powers holding it for her unhoused soul. the box fell apart immediately upon moving, the sides crumbling off and the metal latch cracking. she found it hard to be surprised for many reasons - one being that logically, it was old anyway, and there was no chance it would have been able to survive the psyonic barrage - another being that she found it hard to feel surprised about anything since she'd died, probably only an hour or two ago.
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she threw away the useless pieces of the chest, and the withered remains of the note and music box fell to the ground. the letter was burned beyond all recognition, though the music box was surprisingly still intact. upon contact with the ground, the box was jolted, and the mechanical tune began to play, though it sounded choppy, as if the box was broken, as it probably was. this time, aradia felt to urge to sway with the music, or to dance and fall and laugh like she'd used to. the notes only spurred memories of these feelings, but it was distinctly different from actually feeling them. she silently hovered, unmoving, as the song broke off with off-key notes and clicks from the broken machinery. it probably would never play again .aradia felt no sense of loss at that fact, no sadness for the destruction for a priceless childhood artifact, the only thing she'd had of her questionably non-existent ancestor.
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she felt nothing but memory as she looked at the broken parts, and even those were distant, fuzzier than she'd ever had them, with noticeable gaps of forgotten places and names and actions. they probably died along with her body - she cast a sidelong glance to the right, where the burned and rancid parts of her corpse decomposed into the ruin. there was nothing left for her here now. the whispers of the ghosts she constantly heard grew stronger as her physical and emotional ties to this place, this planet, were dashed; they talked louder, urging her to the ruins she'd found only weeks prior, telling her things of the future and things that she must do. resigned to their logic, she turned her back on her destroyed hive - her destroyed music box - and left, having a higher purpose to fulfill and nothing to keep her from leaving, no feelings of home and family in her lusus, who was probably dead too, no nostalgia for the caved rooms or the holes she'd dug around her yard. there was nothing left here for her.</div></div>
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