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... I may have gotten a bit carried away with this. xDD I didn't mean to give that much backstory, I swear!
Genre: Pop.
Name: Laraah Gurene.
Age: Two hundred and ninety eight.
Gender: Female.
Species: Mage.
Appearance: Laraah has dark brown hair that never changed its colour completely, though as she got older it grew gray strands. She stands at around 5'11, and has a slight frame. She has a large mole on the left side of her face, slightly beneath her mouth. Her face is angular, and her eyes are downturned in shape and light blue in colour. Her skin is pale and littered with freckles all throughout, though more often on her shoulders than on her face.
Personality: Laraah is a bitter old woman, more likely to scowl than smile. She relies more on magic than anything else, so if that doesn't work, she's likely to throw a tantrum befit of a toddler. If treated with kindness, she will grow suspicious and accusing. Almost everything about her is bitter and cracked, and the few parts that aren't, hold much child-like behaviour.
Backstory: Laraah was born with more magic than usual- more than even the most powerful mage. For this people feared her, scorned her, and constantly talked down on her. Her parents tried to help, but their form of help was unappreciated. Unless, you know, she enjoyed being hidden away in her house most of her childhood without even the chance to make friends. Those that wished to be on the good side of the powerful girl were unable to, barred from her like the rest of the world. Because of all these factors, Laraah was very lonely, up until the age of twelve, which was when she learned how to make golems. For this, people feared her more. Ordinary mages were only capable of creating one to two golems, but Laraah created five all at once. Five golems that were more like plain clay than anything else, but Laraah loved them, because they were her first friends.
At the age of sixteen, Laraah was the most feared mage alive, even if all she originally wished for was peace. She had tried to gain favour by helping others and creating shows of light, but luck denied her and still kept away those that would even consider caring for her.
By seventeen, Laraah was depressed, angry, and almost-convinced that she was indeed the monster that everyone called her. Even her parents had begin to look at her oddly, despite lack of evidence, wondering if she were truly what everyone insisted she was. They never acted on this wondering, but it always showed in their faces when she was around them too long. The girl was crazed, but her friends kept her sane. The clay lumps that her twelve-year-old self had infused with life were all she considered companions, and she loved them, almost obsessively.
Every day Laraah would speak with her friends, and every day she would rant at them, expressing her fears. They continuously told her, one sentence for each golem: "No, you are not a monster. No, you are not evil. No, you are not a bad person. No, you shouldn't be feared. Yes, we love you."
When she was twenty, the golems died. It wasn't the fault of anybody. Golems die when the magic that the mage infused into them at their creation ran out. With no one to tell her that she wasn't as bad as everyone thought she was, Laraah began to believe the words that everybody whispered about her. And with that belief, came depression. A sinking depression that she always felt, much worse than the sadness she felt before, amplified by the loss of her only friends.
She isolated herself from the rest of the mages, hiding within her home. Her parents moved out, and vines climbed upon the walls. She grew old, hidden away within her vegetation-covered home, crying herself to sleep every night, and spending each day speaking to the walls, insisting to them that she was Good, she was!
Of course, this solitude couldn't last. Curious children broke into the seemingly abandoned home, and that set Laraah off. She had been this whole time without company that was not within her mind, unable to bear the grief that would come should she try to make more golems. The children frightened her by their quiet giggling turning to screams at the sight of her, and she instinctually destroyed them.
The people were enraged by the slaughter, while Laraah was horrified. She was a monster. Her friends had lied to her. She was evil and Bad, not Good. Why had she ever believed she was Good?
She fled into the forest before the town people could capture her for trial, creating for herself a cavern deep underground where no one could get to her. She closed up the entrance to her new home behind her, hiding in the dark. Finally, safe from ever hurting anyone else again. Safe from becoming more Bad than she already was.
Other: Mages, in my little interpretation of them here, depend entirely on their magic. They require no sustenance, nor the need to breathe, this is the reason Laraah never perished in all that time. Like all other mages, she will live for as long as her magic sustains her, giving her the capability of living as long as she has.
Inspiration: To me, the three songs in the Pop genre (This is Gospel- P!atD, Cake by the Ocean- DNCE, and Safe and Sound- Capital Cities) sounded like they were telling the story of someone. This is Gospel, telling Laraah's childhood, how people fear her and how her parents lock her away, how much the words of other hurt her. Cake by the Ocean telling of how she takes everything too seriously, holding the pain of others' opinions close, and being careful to try keep people from hating her more. Safe and Sound is when she's old, finally safe from her fear of being a monster, because she believes she already is one. There is no reason to fear becoming what you already are. The lyrics to those songs are really amazing for creating such a setting in my mind.
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Genre: Pop.
Name: Laraah Gurene.
Age: Two hundred and ninety eight.
Gender: Female.
Species: Mage.
Appearance: Laraah has dark brown hair that never changed its colour completely, though as she got older it grew gray strands. She stands at around 5'11, and has a slight frame. She has a large mole on the left side of her face, slightly beneath her mouth. Her face is angular, and her eyes are downturned in shape and light blue in colour. Her skin is pale and littered with freckles all throughout, though more often on her shoulders than on her face.
Personality: Laraah is a bitter old woman, more likely to scowl than smile. She relies more on magic than anything else, so if that doesn't work, she's likely to throw a tantrum befit of a toddler. If treated with kindness, she will grow suspicious and accusing. Almost everything about her is bitter and cracked, and the few parts that aren't, hold much child-like behaviour.
Backstory: Laraah was born with more magic than usual- more than even the most powerful mage. For this people feared her, scorned her, and constantly talked down on her. Her parents tried to help, but their form of help was unappreciated. Unless, you know, she enjoyed being hidden away in her house most of her childhood without even the chance to make friends. Those that wished to be on the good side of the powerful girl were unable to, barred from her like the rest of the world. Because of all these factors, Laraah was very lonely, up until the age of twelve, which was when she learned how to make golems. For this, people feared her more. Ordinary mages were only capable of creating one to two golems, but Laraah created five all at once. Five golems that were more like plain clay than anything else, but Laraah loved them, because they were her first friends.
At the age of sixteen, Laraah was the most feared mage alive, even if all she originally wished for was peace. She had tried to gain favour by helping others and creating shows of light, but luck denied her and still kept away those that would even consider caring for her.
By seventeen, Laraah was depressed, angry, and almost-convinced that she was indeed the monster that everyone called her. Even her parents had begin to look at her oddly, despite lack of evidence, wondering if she were truly what everyone insisted she was. They never acted on this wondering, but it always showed in their faces when she was around them too long. The girl was crazed, but her friends kept her sane. The clay lumps that her twelve-year-old self had infused with life were all she considered companions, and she loved them, almost obsessively.
Every day Laraah would speak with her friends, and every day she would rant at them, expressing her fears. They continuously told her, one sentence for each golem: "No, you are not a monster. No, you are not evil. No, you are not a bad person. No, you shouldn't be feared. Yes, we love you."
When she was twenty, the golems died. It wasn't the fault of anybody. Golems die when the magic that the mage infused into them at their creation ran out. With no one to tell her that she wasn't as bad as everyone thought she was, Laraah began to believe the words that everybody whispered about her. And with that belief, came depression. A sinking depression that she always felt, much worse than the sadness she felt before, amplified by the loss of her only friends.
She isolated herself from the rest of the mages, hiding within her home. Her parents moved out, and vines climbed upon the walls. She grew old, hidden away within her vegetation-covered home, crying herself to sleep every night, and spending each day speaking to the walls, insisting to them that she was Good, she was!
Of course, this solitude couldn't last. Curious children broke into the seemingly abandoned home, and that set Laraah off. She had been this whole time without company that was not within her mind, unable to bear the grief that would come should she try to make more golems. The children frightened her by their quiet giggling turning to screams at the sight of her, and she instinctually destroyed them.
The people were enraged by the slaughter, while Laraah was horrified. She was a monster. Her friends had lied to her. She was evil and Bad, not Good. Why had she ever believed she was Good?
She fled into the forest before the town people could capture her for trial, creating for herself a cavern deep underground where no one could get to her. She closed up the entrance to her new home behind her, hiding in the dark. Finally, safe from ever hurting anyone else again. Safe from becoming more Bad than she already was.
Other: Mages, in my little interpretation of them here, depend entirely on their magic. They require no sustenance, nor the need to breathe, this is the reason Laraah never perished in all that time. Like all other mages, she will live for as long as her magic sustains her, giving her the capability of living as long as she has.
Inspiration: To me, the three songs in the Pop genre (This is Gospel- P!atD, Cake by the Ocean- DNCE, and Safe and Sound- Capital Cities) sounded like they were telling the story of someone. This is Gospel, telling Laraah's childhood, how people fear her and how her parents lock her away, how much the words of other hurt her. Cake by the Ocean telling of how she takes everything too seriously, holding the pain of others' opinions close, and being careful to try keep people from hating her more. Safe and Sound is when she's old, finally safe from her fear of being a monster, because she believes she already is one. There is no reason to fear becoming what you already are. The lyrics to those songs are really amazing for creating such a setting in my mind.
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