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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[ "i'm not starting new threads with claire until i do all my tags" i said, lying

towards the middle of the week, they are given a gift. A reward for your efforts, their captor says, and offers them the choice to regain something significant they've lost. for some of their fellow participants, it's an ability that was somehow stolen from them, the thing that makes them more than human. a few make more sentimental decisions, and others request utility rather than power. Miyamoto Iori doesn't need to spend any time thinking over his answer. what else is there? his capacity for magecraft? even if he wanted that, it would be of little use, especially without the gems for katon. a trinket from Kaya? as much as he misses her, the best thing he can do for her sake is return home.

no. whether or not it has a use, there should be a blade at his side. the weight of two katana (Gee, Iori, how come you get two? someone had joked, and he had laughed along with the others) on his hip is familiar, not comforting so much as it is necessary. he feels more himself now than he has since he first woke in this strange place.

some of the others are likely unsettled by his choice, he knows. calm, gentle Iori with a blade in his hand, in the midst of a situation where they are pushed harder every day to see each other dead. no matter how much he spoke of being a ronin before now, these people are from another time, and it's different for them to see him so confidently wield a weapon that they can only see as dangerous intent. he tells them, plainly, that he means no threat to them; this is a choice made for self-defence, and for protecting others. it isn't a lie. it's not a lie, but—

dawn the next day finds him in their enclosed courtyard, going through the motions of kata like steps in a choreographed dance, a blade in each hand. at first, his movements are fluid as water, one sword following the other as it slices through the air – and then he flips the katana in his left hand, blade pointing back, catches it and slides it into its sheath. it happens so quickly that there's hardly a scraping sound, just the click! like punctuation. the remaining katana he takes in both hands now, his next strike more brutal as he brings it down and his breath leaves him in a shout.

he stops. turns to regard his audience. ]

...?

[ Iori straightens, and the other blade is sheathed. as he said: he doesn't mean to be viewed as a danger to anyone. he won't keep his sword drawn in front of others unless he has a reason to do so. though, this is one person he probably doesn't need to worry about that with. ]

Eglantine. [ as always, Iori's gaze is clear and collected. despite his stoic expression, his stare never feels heavy. ] Did you need anything from me?

[ it is not a guarded question, neither suspicious of her motives nor bristling with hostility. he asks with pliant sincerity, offering himself the way one would any other tool.

out of everyone here, Miyamoto Iori was perhaps the quickest to accept Eglantine at its word when it identified itself as a sword. no, more than that – Iori is perhaps the only one who understood, in a way others could not. while she may not be something familiar to him, far from the path of the warriors he has always followed, he knows what it means to be a blade. everything she says makes perfect sense to him.

on that matter, at least. she is strange in plenty of other ways that surprise him. ]

[ Eglantine knows what it will ask for before their captor has even finished speaking. In an ideal world, of course, it would demand the oppportunity to earn its return to its rightful place but in an ideal world, Eglantine would not be here to make demands to begin with. So instead, it requests the return of its other half and seems no more grateful or surprised upon their reunion than she is when she takes in a breath and draws air to her lungs.

It is also entirely unsurprised when Iori asks for the same boon. The two of them are from entirely different worlds and yet Eglantine sees something of someone forged in him, a gleam that can only come from light striking on honed metal. The others might quail at the sight of gentle, composed Iori with those blades but Eglantine thinks that he looks perfectly complete for the first time since they'd all woken up here and wonders if he, too, feels as though he's been reunited with some vital extension of his flesh and bone.

It sleeps that night shamelessly curled around the sheathed blade, like a child reunited with a beloved toy. It wakes early with the vague surprise that the blade is still in its arms, still tangible and sharp and bright and it thinks for the first time about killing someone here like this. It would be unsatisfying - quick and one sided, the consequences hardly worth the dregs of satisfaction she would draw from it. And once again, for the first time, she wonders if Iori perhaps feels the same way.

It doesn't go to the courtyard with the intent of seeking him out but finds itself unsurprised to see him there anyway. This is precisely what she came here to do herself, after all. The techniques are foreign to her eyes but Eglantine more than anyone knows a master when she sees one - violence doesn't so much as strike out from him as it does flow, as naturally as a river gives itself to the ocean. Watching Iori with those blades, she feels more certain than ever that he, too, is a thing forged. ]

It is not so much a need. Call it idle curiosity.

[ Not that there's anything idle about her gaze. It would be easy to mistake her expression for something blandly pleasant if not for the gleam in those eyes. ]

I wanted to see your swordsmanship for myself.

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

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