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[eupheme]

CMO FOR ANIKA QUINN/REGALIA EUPHEME

Anika Quinn is about as normal a teenage girl as they come. She's sixteen years old, goes to high school, gets okay grades – oh, and she's also a magical princess from a parallel magical world. But who's asking? As she eventually finds out from her new group of comrades, Anika is actually Regalia Eupheme, magical warrior and princess of the kingdom of Eupheme that fell when she was just a baby. Anika was sent to Earth with the kingdom's greatest treasure, the Regalia of Eupheme, to safeguard both it and her. And now it's time for her to take on the duty given to her and fight as Regalia Eupheme to protect her new home.

... just as soon as she actually figures out how this whole princess thing works, of course.

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Anika IS:

• A sixteen year old cis girl, who's pretty average? Really? She's got a pretty face with long, light brown hair that reaches the small of her back. She's about 5'4'' and average build. Really, there's nothing wildly interesting about her regular appearance! As Regalia Eupheme, her hair turns powder blue and she's decked out in a frilly, fluffy magical girl outfit, in blue and white with gold accents (google 'hime lolita' for a general idea of the visual until i get my commission back LOL).
  
• From a "Japanafornia"-esque setting, so think something along the lines of the Western Ace Attorney localizations and you're golden.
  
• To the casual observer, she's human, but to those with fine tuned spiritual or magical senses, they'll be able to pick up that she's ???a container??? for a huge wellspring of magical energy, that happens to be shaped like a teenage girl. Also she's uh, a magical girl, if that's a thing that can be sensed?
  
• Constantly on the verge of falling into a giant pit of anxiety and impostor syndrome!! She's been plagued with the sense that something about her is "wrong" or "missing" since she was very young and does her best to cope with this by being cheerful, chirpy, friendly and always in good spirits. This is actually a little forced on her part, as can become obvious when she's not able to keep it up. Very much a people pleaser, and a bit of a doormat.
  
• Depending on her 'canon' point for any given thread, she may or may not be capable of transforming into Regalia Eupheme. When she is capable of doing so, she does so with the phrase "Eupheme Regalia Engage!", at which point she transforms pretty much instantly with a flash of light. I'M STILL WORKING OUT WHAT HER FINISHER IS SO GET BACK TO ME ON THAT. Since she's still working on this whole magical girl thing, her powerset mostly revolves around copying/piggybacking off the powers of other magical girls. She's hoping to develop her own powers eventually!!!
  
• Skilled at/knowledgable about everything the average person can reasonably be expected to be


Anika IS NOT:

• Genuinely cruel, actively malicious or mean-spirited to the average person
  
• Particularly skilled/experienced as a magical girl


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[eupheme]

[ There's something in the back of her head, in a corner of her mind where she's never look that seems to perk up when exposed to that light. A treasure, she recognizes by some wild instinct she has no name for and she knows by that same instinct it's the same treasure this creature wants. And that's... fine. She has no use for it. She didn't even know she had it in the first place and so giving it up... it'd cause her no hardship, would it? It'd be the right thing to do?

Anika manages one shaky step forward. And then another. And she's just about to lift her hand, fingers uncurling to offer this... whatever it is that's suddenly alive in the back of her head when Ayla's voice suddenly breaks through. The eerie light dies just as that thundering presence in her head does and she reels. It's a struggle to reorient herself but she manages to get her head back on straight just in time to see Ayla vanish into the monster's depths.

Right into the belly of the beast.

The restaurant is so, so quiet. All Anika can hear is the sound of her heart thundering in her chest. The monster makes no advance on her yet, still reeling itself from Ayla's attack – or maybe, because it knows she has nowhere to go. If she tries to run, won't it catch her?

But... she can't run. Or rather, she won't.

Anika doesn't know where this sudden burning sense of anger is coming from. The fear is still there, but it's muffled and far away, blanketed by a dead certainty that she can't just run away and leave Ayla behind. She can't stand by and do nothing about this.

She's shaking as she pulls herself up to her full height but her voice is steady and clear when it rings out. To Anika's ears, it almost sounds like a different girl entirely. ]

Give her back.

[ She has to do something about this. ]

Do you hear me?! I just told you–

[ Because she

(Eupheme)

is someone

(Regalia)

who can do something about this.

(Engage) ]

– to give her back!

[ Light floods the room. Pale gold and blue and warm and it's all Anika can see. It feels like the world's frozen in place just for a second, just a heartbeat, but that's all the time she needs to understand what this is. This is... her treasure. This is her magic. And she has to use it now or she'll never get a chance to save Ayla.

She barely even notices when her hair turns silky blue, or the clothes she'd been wearing are weaved into something frilled and sparkling. All she cares about is getting to the monster that swallowed Ayla up. It rears back and lashes out but Anika somehow manages to dodge around it and dive forward, straight for the heart of the monster. She's not aiming to hit. She's aiming to reach.

Her hand thrusts through the tangle of webs, all the way up to her shoulder and it's a struggle not to be swallowed up herself. Phantom images play across her eyes but Anika ignores them. She's only thinking of one thing right now and that's getting (her friend? her ally?) Ayla out safely. ]

Ayla! Your hand! Give me your hand!

1/2, cw parental death

[glimmeringmoonlight]

[ Ayla Rosales is 8 years old when her mother gets sick.

It's nothing serious. Just a case of pneumonia. Liliana Rosales bundles up in blankets and rests. Nana Lupe dotes over her daughter's condition, making sure to keep tabs on her. Ayla and her nana work in the kitchen, making Liliana's favorite foods that are easy on her sick stomach.

Liliana laughs when Ayla brings soup over. Places a hand to her head, gently tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "Mija," she says simply, voice full of love. "No te preocupes! I'll be better before you know it."

And she smiles, bright as always, and lets her daughter hold her hand.

Her hand is warm.

…

A month later, Ayla Rosales sits numbly at the wake. She has cried so much, so many times. Her twin brother sits beside her, clasping her hand tight, shoulders shaking.

Nana says they don't have to view her.

They both want to.

She's just tall enough to see into the casket. Her mother wears a lovely dress, one of her favorites. She looks like she's sleeping. She looks like any minute now, she'll wake up and say "boo!" and scoop her up in a hug and laugh as Ayla squeals in delight.

But she doesn't.

Ayla reaches over to hold her mother's hand.

Her hand is cold.

…

In the present, Dreamchaser Luna whimpers. The countless threads have ensnared her, like a spider trapping its prey, and something’s dragging her farther in to the heart of this monster. Countless whispers sound out around her, like a haunting windchime, people whispering their own desires, the things they treasure most, what they want most in the whole wide world.

Luna fades in and out of consciousness. The monster whispers again, needling at her wishes, at her treasures.

Tell me the deepest desire in your heart, little dreamer. Even you have one, don’t you?

There is, and she knows it all too well. ]

2/2

[glimmeringmoonlight]

[ Ayla Rosales is 12 when Mother's Day stops hurting.

Ayla Rosales is 14 when her birthday stops hurting.

Ayla Rosales is 18 now. Graduation lurks. Her father is away, again, and graduation pictures need to be taken for the yearbook. "Get a picture with your parents!" the yearbook advertises.

Nana and grandpa offer, of course. And Ayla is happy to have them in the picture. Her father even surprises her when he gets there at the photoshoot at the last second, hurrying to get a photo with his children.

But someone is missing.

It feels awful and hollow, holding up a picture of her mother from a decade prior. It feels wrong, she's hurting, she's sad, she's angry, why can't anyone else understand, why won't the understand, why is everyone just okay with this now, why -

…

And in the present, she’s crying again, hiccupping little sobs. Her head hurts. Her heart hurts. She doesn’t want to admit this.

There it is, there it is. You just want them back, don't you?

Luna nods, despite herself, and something weasels its way into her heart. Her transformation flickers for a moment –

- and then something resonates from somewhere else. Magic…?

Someone is…calling her…?

Luna’s eyes flutter open and someone is there in the distance, frilly and radiant and desperate for her hand, calling for her. Tears brimming, Luna reaches back – and feels her arm lock up, the threads around her yanking it back. Luna yelps in alarm, eyes wide – but before she can even warn Eupheme away, Luna’s vision goes dark and her head lulls, something forcing her into unconsciousness.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, Luna hangs there – and then there’s the sound of laughter coming out of her mouth. But it’s not her voice. ]

Now why would I give up such a valuable treasure like this?

[ The threads rescind but the dark energy remains, being drawn into Luna – or whatever the hell is currently piloting her. Soon enough, they’re back in the café and this not-Luna regards her with dark eyes and a cruel smirk. If it’s surprised by Anika’s transformation into Eupheme, it certainly isn’t showing it. ]

If you want her back, you’ll have to do better than that.