Chiara
(#63793655)
The Dancer
Familiar
Ultimate Buttersnake
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Female Pearlcatcher
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.4 m
Wingspan
4.01 m
Weight
392.66 kg
Genetics
Garnet
Python
Python
Orchid
Morph
Morph
Ivory
Runes
Runes
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 964 / 27676
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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☾ CHIARA ☾
Chiara has always wanted to be the focus of attention, the sun holding the planets in its grasp with gravity alone, but the House Sirius made the path towards her solo success a steep one. She was a clumsy child, something quickly threatened out of her by the Head of House, her fellow dancers’ scorn, and her greed for fame.Opinionated | Fun | Ambitious ━━━◇━━━
"our targets are spineless cravens, ladies, so be sure to get in real close before giving them the red smile. i don't tolerate mistakes. " — colette, the first head
Chiara prefers glamour and giant gestures to the usual slight, small movements used by dancers. Despite the disapproval, her killings are big and grand; making up for deception with decoration. Shielding them with expensive cloth and shiny jewellery, hiding them with beads, lace and colour. |
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She stood at the edge, peering down, Holding her star close, Sapphire wings matched tearing eyes, Everything just seemed so big, Colossal, hopeless, And the universe collapsed. She's in the air, ribbons twirling, And she's dancing, Dancing with wind and water, Rounds of approval, Sounds of applause, And she's smiling. She will scream, and howl, and gasp, Because she won't catch her breath, But she'll laugh and giggle and snort, Because she won't bother to hold it, The sky outside will be dark, And the universe will open, as if saying: I've been waiting |
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Chiara' first friend was one she made while terrified, it was one that embraced the expectations they grew up in. It was weakness and a cause of failure. "Are you sure?" "Yes." House Sirius is known for bending the strict rules other houses may hold with more respect. However, that doesn't mean it doesn't demand sacrifice and punishment. It's your house before anything. "Chiara!" "It's okay, it's okay, we'll be fine." And you don't just get away with breaking the rules. A crash. The sound of fabric being ripped in two. Yelling. Darkness. The feeling of her life being ripped apart like ribbons between claws. The universe unravelling before her eyes. Jewels glimmering on the ground like fallen stars. A scream of rage? Of fear? She's not sure... The horrified eyes of her best friend burning their fear into her soul. She barely got out with her reputation and position as a dancer--her life. Her best friend, branded a traitor to the house, was not so lucky. She watches on impassively, her heartbeat echoing through her body like the continues beat of a drum. What a pair they make: a traitor to the house and a traitor to a friend. |
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After that she's never quite the same: she's more closed-off, willing to sacrifice anything and anyone to get to the top. The others don't like her, can't trust her, so she leaves. Of course she's still a dancer, still gets her assignments, but now she's away from all that. And then she meets Eleonora. She's busy performing but this time for her own amusement, competing against the new and upcoming dancer Elliot. She scoffed whenever she heard his name. He has no finesse, no skill, and yet they call him a star. If he's a star then she has to be the sun. If he's a good then she's better, if he's good then she's the best. In the crowd, Chiara feels a pair of eyes piercing through her, sharper than the audience's collective gaze. The dragon responsible seems separate despite being in the middle of the crowd and Chiara is instantly curious. She twirls, adding an extra flair for the individual that makes up her audience, the crowd fades into the background more and more with every second that passes. The dragon looks suitably impressed, smiling in faint approval. Her dance ends with the swish of silk and the flick of her tail--making sure the light hits the golden stars just right to glimmer on her scales. A few minutes later, she's rushing past dragons, ignoring the warm praise. A veil has passed over her eyes and so she does not see them, looking only for the dragon with wings of gold and scales of obsidian. And then her eyes land on her target: walking away, in what would be complete silence if not for the clinking of golden bracelets. Chiara approves, silver is for cowards. The following conversation is wonderful, winning her a date and a name. Eleonora she repeats, rolling it over her tongue like its a delicacy. For the first time in a while, Chiara cares about something more than being the best. Because Eleonora is the best and she's okay with that. Eleonora is soft-spoken, sweet, naïve, and they should clash like a thunderstorm but they don't. Eleonora is intelligent and eloquent, Chiara feels the flicker of flames in her chest when they discuss topics that her other targets had been too dumb for. Maybe she's biased. She's definitely in trouble because she feels like a bonfire sending smoke signals of please, look at me, pay attention to me. Bonfire. Ignis ossium. Fire of bones. Maybe it was a warning, an omen she should've known better than to overlook. Her element had always been water, after all. It's amazing at first, they get along so well. She knows the the tension has gotten too high when she thinks about finding a partner who wasn't so pedantic about everything, who could just let arguments go. So, she goes and apologises and that works until their next fight. Eleonora is smart and kind and so annoying. She always wants to know everything, says she can't trust Chiara if there are secrets. She says Chiara can't speak for her when someone asks questions or talks or anything, because Chiara is loud and she's quiet but she can still speak for herself. Chiara is secretive, and self-centred, and mean. So, she stops. And yet, nothing is solved. The final fight is sparked when Eleonora catches her hiding away poison, a clashing of red, orange, and green that is obviously suspicious. Moravia hadn't gotten to the clear ones yet. Of course, Chiara lies. But it doesn't work. Eleonora is so, so smart after all. The trips away, the secrets, the faint scent of danger that stenches up Chiara's life. Murderer. It doesn't work out, to say the least. |
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☾ r e l a t i o n s h i p s ☾
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Female Dancer of House Sirius
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