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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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Name: Eglantine Rosemond | Champion Imperial Blade
Age: 23 | Species: Human-passing | Occupation: Sword of the Empire of Chantphare
Likes: Red meat, classical music, her creator
Dislikes: Rain, hard bread, iron oxide
Traits: Refined, elegant, sharp
Trivia: Its hobbies include flower pressing, collecting wax seals and hunting.

[It's been easy, perhaps surprisingly so, for Arianna to accept Eglantine as a "sword," even if she doesn't really understand it and probably never will unless Eglantine suddenly decides to infodump on her (she doesn't have a big info post to read and she doesn't want to ask rude and likely offensive questions). As it turns out, though, this mental association isn't quite symmetric, and occasionally she trips over her words when she realizes in mid-sentence that her phrasing is about to accidentally include or exclude Eglantine inappropriately.]

...so I believe it would be best to take all the weapons to one of the locker rooms and secure them.

[This is the first time in weeks that she's been too late to stop herself from saying the thing, instead realizing what she's just implied immediately after implying it.]

Or rather--I--

[It wasn't unusual for Connor to encounter situations like this; through no fault of his own he was saddled with the filth a group of crazy noblemen managed to siphon off the corpse of a rotting god which had lead him to a rather...........

difficult existence, now.

So it makes sense people would want him eradicated. He gets it! He stopped being a human to everyone the moment he became a little difficult for everyone to accommodate (read: bouts of insane hunger) and instead is now a monster that needs eradicating. He used to always see marks like this in the odd tavern or hunter's guild...not that he'd know much about it, given he'd been a humble fisherman. But either way, he isn't surprised when people come rocking looking to off him.

What does surprise him is...]

Uh, little miss? [He's scratching his cheek sheepishly, in the way an older guy might do when a much-too-young person says they want to marry them when they grow up.] Wanna run that by me again?

[He was a normal ass guy, you can't expect him to understand someone so cute could actually be very dangerous.]

[Noah and Eglantine have no profound or dramatic bond. Mostly, Noah just finds her really interesting! So, he sometimes swings by to chat about philosophy, or try and fail to learn how to swordfight (he has never come close to beating her, even once).

The place: An out of the way plaza that Eglantine has been using to relax (if swords need that). Here Noah comes again, bringing his training sword with him just in case she gets bored.]

Eglantine Rosemond! How's my favorite sword doing?

[ soon, Eglantine – the sword that he has never once thought of by that name – will no longer be a fixture of his tower. it's something he's caught himself thinking about often in the past few weeks, as time ticks down towards its departure. he isn't bothered because of any emotional attachment, of course, but—it's annoying. a blade he has spent more than a decade forging with the utmost care, honed its sharp edges, decorated its hilt with a delicate and artistic guard... all that time and effort, and she's simply to be handed off to some war hero or noble supporter of the Emperor. (he didn't care to listen when he was first told who his masterpiece would be given to; he hasn't bothered to ask since then.)

perhaps he should think of it as being for the better. the longer he spends with it, the more he risks growing attached, regardless of how much he might try to avoid it. already the tower will be different in her absence: it will descend into stillness and silence once more, a coffin that houses a living body.

there really isn't much time remaining, now. today was the sword's first inspection, a meeting to demonstrate its worth and skill to the Emperor before it can be handed off to its new owner. the mage had declined to attend, but he's here now to meet Eglantine outside of the city walls and bring it back to—he could hardly call it home. the forge? his workshop? either way, there's no way up to the floating tower without his magic, which means he has to collect her himself. ]

Was the Emperor pleased?

[ he doesn't seem to particularly care about the answer; he sounds exasperated, if anything. it's never been a secret from Eglantine that his relationship with the Imperial Family is not one of choice, nor does he have any respect for them. ]

[ "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. ]

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