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She felt hollow, much like an empty tortoise shell. With a shell for an exterior, Phanesia lived a life of despair, gratefully, since she had no other path to turn to. This miserable life within the foster home hardened her, at least she appeared that way. On the inside of this shell, she was made of flesh. It was easy to access the soft parts of her heart once you broke through her emotional barrier. Once she reached the age of 18, this body of flesh was cast out the shell, vulnerable to the elements. This shell was blown away, by the winds, never looking back again as it left her heart upon her sleeve. The last few months of her life proved to be rough. Once she became of age, she was thrown to the wolves.
Upon deep investigation, one would say Phanesia held no skills to make a living in the real world. She had her power but what good would that do her when it comes to landing a job? So far, she's been heavily reliant on her darker aspect to support her. Phanesia had food, clothes, and a temporary place of stay once she took the reigns after the dark knight. As the princess, she could be nothing but grateful. Grateful for all the dark knight has provided her. Then again, it just felt wrong. It felt that way because she knew little to nothing on how the dark knight got their hands on these materials, constantly. The last time she took over, there was an opened letter, inviting her to a prestigious school.
Phanesia had no idea as to why she was scouted. Maybe the deeds of the righteous knight had caught their attention. If anything it may have been the dark knight, since Phanesia is currently useless. She lacks both the talent and the resolve her other personalities have. There wasn't much she could do in this situation but accept the offer while it stood. Phanesia didn't own much so there wasn't even a small bag she could pack with. Arriving at the docks, Phanesia clearly stood out. Showering was a rare concept within her existence so it's been about a week since that happened. Her hair, face, and clothes happened to be a muddy mess. The urge to greet people ran high but...she was utterly embarrassed. On her hip were her rapiers, along with the letter of invitation in her hand. Phanesia didn't want to be seen so she hid on the outskirts of the area. Once the transportation arrived, she'd jump on and deal with it then. She'd rather do it later than earlier...hopefully there'd be food and a bathroom at the school.
Upon deep investigation, one would say Phanesia held no skills to make a living in the real world. She had her power but what good would that do her when it comes to landing a job? So far, she's been heavily reliant on her darker aspect to support her. Phanesia had food, clothes, and a temporary place of stay once she took the reigns after the dark knight. As the princess, she could be nothing but grateful. Grateful for all the dark knight has provided her. Then again, it just felt wrong. It felt that way because she knew little to nothing on how the dark knight got their hands on these materials, constantly. The last time she took over, there was an opened letter, inviting her to a prestigious school.
Phanesia had no idea as to why she was scouted. Maybe the deeds of the righteous knight had caught their attention. If anything it may have been the dark knight, since Phanesia is currently useless. She lacks both the talent and the resolve her other personalities have. There wasn't much she could do in this situation but accept the offer while it stood. Phanesia didn't own much so there wasn't even a small bag she could pack with. Arriving at the docks, Phanesia clearly stood out. Showering was a rare concept within her existence so it's been about a week since that happened. Her hair, face, and clothes happened to be a muddy mess. The urge to greet people ran high but...she was utterly embarrassed. On her hip were her rapiers, along with the letter of invitation in her hand. Phanesia didn't want to be seen so she hid on the outskirts of the area. Once the transportation arrived, she'd jump on and deal with it then. She'd rather do it later than earlier...hopefully there'd be food and a bathroom at the school.
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