sweetdevil | 76th ♫ | give me a taste of blood and i'll want you some more

CMO/OC VOICETEST FOR EGLANTINE ROSEMOND

A voicetesty CMO for Eglantine Rosemond! plurk dot com i am so sleepy today ouy all saw my initial duo of plurks you know what its deal is. i will expand this eventually when i am no longer under curse of didnt sleep properly on a work night

This is a gen CMO but as usual, I'm happy to roll with assumed CR, AUs, setting transplants or w/e. Cliffnotes for those purposes are below!

EGLANTINE IS...

An AFAB, female-presenting human in her early/mid 20s. Genderless, uses she/it pronouns. It purposely cultivates an attractive, highly ornate and harmless appearance; layers of frills, soft pinks, gold ornamentation, etc. Its eyes are pink as is its long, wavy hair. For additional visuals, these two images provide a good idea of what she is wearing at any given time and Eglantine's PB is Minami Kotobuki from Oshi no Ko.
On All Levels Except Physical, It Is A Sword. Eglantine was raised to be the personal weapon/assassin of a powerful person in the Chantphare Empire. Eglantine does not conceptualize of herself as a human, but a living sword; a weapon to be wielded by an owner to kill enemies.
Brusque without being unfriendly; generally, she comes across as reasonably friendly and unassuming, if a little blunt and overly direct.
Confident and collected to the point of being overly prideful
Immediately and murderously devoted to her owner but just as quick to switch allegiances if her ownership changes hands
Solely truly loyal & devoted to her 'creator', the person who 'forged' it.
Exceptionally skilled in swordplay, as you might expect. It fights to kill. It carries an ornate sword by the same name as Eglantine that she refers to in the first person ("I, my, me") when discussing and generally treats as an extension of herself.
A magic user. Its magic is extremely powerful but has limited utility; Eglantine can heal most any injury to its body up to and including dismemberment. The more critical the injury, the longer it's out of commission after healing.
A BIG fan of killing and violence <3
most horrifying of all: (fantasy) french

EGLANTINE IS NOT...

A senseless berserker, violent on a hair trigger, etc — it genuinely enjoys fighting and killing but she's also not interested in senselessly killing for killing's sake unless the benefits outweigh the potential consequences
Afraid of pain or death in any meaningful way
Unintelligent, book dumb, etc — it was specifically forged to be disarming and unassuming and most people will generally be able to hold a pleasant conversation with it

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[RUNS AWAY.]

. . . Hm.

[ Eglantine doesn't quite exactly think the words 'hold on a fucking second', but whatever feeling that passes over it as it watches him bolt is probably roughly equivalent. He'd been so ready to roll over and show it his belly that it hadn't anticipated he might actually try and run.

A smile tugs up the corners of its mouth. Maybe this won't be so boring after all.

It gives him a headstart. Ten full seconds of watching his back retreat. Then she draws her steel self and breaks into a full on sprint right after him. ]

[He tosses a look over his shoulder, hopeful that maybe she will just let him g-crap, she's chasing him. She's even got her weapon out too.

Why couldn't it just be one of the nice ones?]

I know I always said I'd like someone cute to pursue me one day but this isn't exactly what I had in mind...

[Okay, okay. Gotta lose it somehow.

For now, he's gonna just duck into the nearby forest; the woods are densely packed so he's hoping to lose it and then make a break for it.]

[ It follows him at a steady yet somehow leisurely pace. The best way to catch fleeing prey is to lay in wait and let it wear itself out. A prolonged hunt can spoil the taste of some meat, of course — a terrified animal tastes so much worse than one that happily goes to the slaughter. But to her knowledge, nobody plans on eating this man so letting him exhaust himself running is fine. He's even been so kind as to hand it an advantage.

As soon as they step into the trees, Eglantine drops low to the ground. Its clothes are bright and gaudy but with the thickness of the trees and the undergrowth, it should be hard to pick her out unless she makes enough noise to draw attention to herself. She picks her footsteps lightly and carefully and slinks through the shadows, following the sound of his own pounding footsteps.

She hopes he doesn't trip or fall. A handicap would make things so much less interesting. ]

[As it passes by a particular tree, a branch - that was being held back - suddenly snaps outwards and passes her by overhead. If it hadn't been keeping low it probably would have knocked it right over.

There's a muffled "dammit" before it may hear some noise to the right getting steadily quieter...]

[ So he lays traps. That's interesting. Was it set up long before her arrival or done on the spot in a blind panic? Either one would be delightful to imagine. It'd thought him completely unprepared for an attack but how Eglantine wonders if it hadn't underestimated him, just a bit.

Not that it'll stop her from doing what has to be done, of course.

She pauses just long enough to adjust her stance and to make absolutely sure she's ready to cut as soon as she sees him and then she charges, slicing through the undergrowth to chase after that voice. ]

76th ♫ | give me a taste of blood and i'll want you some more

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cw: animal slaughter?? cannibalism?? jesus christ

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