Post and I'll Give You a Don't Say Die Character

[Snatch Steal]

"The most pitiable among us are those with empty epitaphs."

 

 

Don't Say Die catalogues the fables of warriors blessed with Ars Moriendi, an incredible power to cheat death itself. These warriors withstand fatality by channeling the life energy, or Vigor, around them to regenerate themselves, and unleash unfathomably forceful techniques with death energy, or Mortis.

 

To unlock the potential of Ars Moriendi, its wielder must recall the Name of a lost loved one taken from them too soon. 

 

I won't disappoint you

 

 

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[Phelphor, of the Deep]

Let's a go!

[Tourmaline]

[The Frost King]

Let's a go!

 

[Phelphor, of the Deep]

never.

[Snatch Steal]

['tism]

 

Lillian Grant

"I reluct to permit this empire to fall any further out of my grasp, for the sake of those that already have."

Origin: Vigor Mortis

Wielder of Agonizing Ars Moriendi

 

[spoiler=Description]

 

Lillian is the brittle heiress of the National Socialist Empire, immensely fond of the Victorian era and snowy days. Few have seen her with her dark blond ponytail undone outside of the imperial household, and even fewer have a vocabulary that compares to hers. Like powdered-sugar snow in a sordid winter storm, she drapes a frilly white gown upon her pale body, contrasting starkly her venom green eyes. By looking at her, you would never be able to guess that she never speaks unless spoken to—not out of reverence, but due to absence of need.

By predisposition, Lillian is vastly analytical and tactical both in reading and in battle. Although she scarcely gets the opportunity, her Ars Moriendi allows her to use powerful vibrations to her advantage, letting her move through the air at a breakneck pace. Predicting Lillian's next move is half the battle against her. The other half is fending off her crow companion, Sabbath, who ravenously fends off attackers with selfless pecks at least as fast as his master's stances. With this in mind, much of Lillian's expertise in battle is read, not practiced, so her physical capabilities are underwhelming for a user of Ars Moriendi. But this sacrifice matters very little as long as her other half keeps his part of the deal.

As a child, Lilian was tasked with taking care of Sabbath in a contract with her adoptive father, Beluga Goodyear, the former of whom she now uses as her weapon, pet, and, in some senses, her equal. In order to sustain the bird, Lilian needed to give him her entire left ring-finger as a meal daily; however, as the two of them grew, Sabbath’s serving size increased, requiring sacrifices of unspeakable caliber. This ritual has given Lilian mastery over her Agonizing Ars Moriendi, and earned her the title of "Mortal Quickdraw:" tapping into Sabbath's deadly power leaves no trace of pain on her face, where others would have turned to ashes on the spot.

Generally, Lillian would prefer to be left to her own devices. Ever since her home of Liverpool was ravaged for the sake of the Livestock Program—as well as post-war penance—it hasn't been in her to host any guests, or, at times, even hold a conversation. This sentiment is the driving force of her objection to an arranged marriage with Tom Clemenceau, the pious yet mawkish heir to the Empire. Although he's no slouch in speech on the television, he takes no care to use his voice for anything auxiliary to the house, and is an emotional wreck to say the least. Besides that, they were raised as brother and sister, so Todd isn't particularly compelled by the offer either. Nevertheless, Lillian refuses to chide herself for sticking her chin up to him, hoping it won't be her downfall. Marco is more her type anyway.

 

Ironically, I was more inspired by you to make this character than vice versa. Although Rachel Alucard acted as my primary frame of reference, I felt as though your diction and presentation on YCM as Beatrice and Featherine played a huge role in her development (and perhaps Kate did too). The deviations should be somewhat obvious, but as it stands, I imagine Lillian as having vast knowledge of many things—"genius" if you will—that dazzles anyone with the pleasure of speaking to her.

However, as I write her out, I come to find that I don't actually know as much about you as I expected. I can't relate Lillian to you as much as you could relate Kanon to me, perhaps because Lillian is such a new character by comparison. Yet this phenomenon in and of itself parallels you: One of the ways you enamor me is in your mystery. Where I would often leave everything on the table, you choose which cards to play carefully, and know pretty well when to play them.

Also, I could easily picture either of you, when faced with a minor inconvenience, saying, "The failures of democracy..."

 

Her Name is Kasandra.

 

 

 

These take a rather long time so I intend to post them each individually

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