Post by Sisia Helene Vogel on Jun 19, 2011 7:33:14 GMT -5
Country of Origin: Liechtenstein
Name: Sisia Helene Vogel
Gender: Female
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 95 pounds
Age: 15 years old
Year: Freshman
Clubs: Choir (Soprano), Tennis Team, Swim Team
Appearance:
Personality: Sisia is a very shy person, usually too timid to strike up a conversation with anyone, and stays to herself, wanting friends, but too afraid to go try to make them. She is always unerringly polite to people, whenever she works up the courage to talk to them, or when addressed, and the usual reason for her speaking to someone else is because she has courage, for once, or because she is curious.
She is a generally optimistic person, believing that everything will turn out for the best even when they go horribly, horribly wrong. Even if that belief was shattered again and again, Sisia will hold onto it, because it is the only thing that holds her together when she’s feeling particularly low.
The girl is very quiet, and gets embarrassed easily, usually by compliments, seeing as her uncle is rather reserved with them. She doesn’t like to look people in the eyes, even if that is the polite thing to do, tending to look down at her hands or her feet. Though she is not as shy around girls, Sisia prefers to be around boys, as they are all that she has really ever known.
If you have managed to get past her shyness and become her friend, Sisia is very open. Anyone that she trusts, she will tell anything to, if they ask, even if she is embarrassed about it, and will do her best to be a good friend. The German is loyal to a fault, and will follow those close to her to Hell and back, only stopping before she hits the Moral Horizon.
Having gone through quite a few issues with losing her family and those she cares about, she is very family-oriented, and hates it when family fights. She is also very adamant about each life being worth the same, and hates it when people are cruel to each other over little things (ex: England hating France cause he’s French).
She is very naïve and innocent compared to the other people, despite the fact that she has gone through a few hardships, as well. This sets her apart from many, as she can be rather clueless at times, especially when it comes to any romance. As a whole, Sisia is a very nice, yet shy girl who is very optimistic.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
History: Sisia was born, July twelve, to a pair of loving parents, a happy go-lucky dad, and a serious mom. They doted on her, absolutely adoring her, and she in turned loved them back. They were a loving family, the three of them, and were planning to have another one, as Sisia wanted a brother (an older brother, but they had yet to explain the concept to her, so…). In kindergarten, the girl had several attacks where she couldn’t breathe, and, once they brought her into the doctor, the family found out that she had Asthma, and, with that, decided to pull her out of school, teaching her at home, instead. While this was detrimental in the area of making friends, and with the fact that her parents decided to hold off on having another child until she could handle her asthma herself, as a whole, it was far better for Sisia, especially with her attacks, being able to manage them with her parents.
However, in the November of her first grade, when Sisia was six years old, tragedy struck the family. The girl was being watched by her Uncle Anton, on her father’s side, when she suffered from a major attack. After doing all he could and calling the number her parents had left him, so medical help could arrive, he called her parents, letting them know what had just happened. Unfortunately, that made her parents want to hurry home even more, and, in their speed, they slipped on some black ice and crashed. Neither survived, leaving an orphaned Sisia to be adopted by her Uncle Anton.
Her memories of her parents faded over time, though she did do her best to remember, and kept many detailed scrapbooks and photo albums, saving them carefully and always searching for more pictures to put in them. She remained homeschooled, though her Uncle got her a tutor, as he was not qualified to teach her. The young child did not have any friends, not interacting with them much, and, if she did, often scaring them off with her asthma attack, until she was befriended by a boy in a fourth grade. He was quite nice to her, even if most of what they did was sit around and paint, something neither of them had any skill in, and she enjoyed spending time with him. He’d often tell her about a girl that he had a crush on, and though she never actually met the girl, she sounded sweet, and Sisia would do her best to give him advice.
Unfortunately, he moved away with they were in fifth grade, just a year later, but she still treasures him as her first friend. In sixth grade, Sisia decided to try sports, flitting all around the local teams, from basketball, to track, finally deciding on tennis and swimming, finding those two quite fun, though her Uncle worried about her asthma. As, along as she took good care of herself, exercising would not have any added effect on her random, major attacks, he relented, and she joined both teams. It was a very fun experience for her, and she enjoyed herself the entire summer before middle school. That was when she decided to join a choir.
Her Uncle put his foot down on this one, however, stating that she wouldn’t join it. He may have relented on the sports, but he would not let her join a choir. For the entire seventh grade, she begged and pleaded with him, wanting to join the homeschool choir, loving to sing. Finally, near the beginning of summer, he agreed, but had one condition: Sisia had to learn how to sew. Ecstatic, she agreed, taking up her sewing lessons as soon as he could arrange them, and found that she quite enjoyed it, taking up embroidery as well, which she focused more of her time on. True to his word, once eighth grade started, Sisia was able to join the choir, becoming a soprano and loving her role.
Eighth grade, all in all, was a very good year, especially because she only suffered from a few attacks, and hoped that they might be slowly decreasing. That summer and the beginning of ninth grade proved that while they were decreasing slowly, they were really decreasing slowly. However, ninth grade was a year that was a step out of the box for Sisia, when she tried newer things. Halfway through the year, her tutor decided that she should get a penpal, and the girl, desiring a friend, quickly agreed, and began writing to someone from another country. Though it was slow going, considering that they were far away, she enjoyed herself, and wrote frequently to the boy from another country. Her tutor had made up codenames for them, stating that they were not allowed to divulge their real names, for some odd reason (she said it had something to do with international laws, and unofficial transactions, and stuff that Sisia really didn’t understand), and Sisia became ‘Lilli’. The other thing that happened that year was that she received a letter from a school called World W Academy, inviting her to join them and offering a bit of financial aid if she couldn’t afford it.
It took the rest of her last middle school year to get her Uncle to agree, and he only did so after discussing medical stuff, things that Sisia truly didn’t get, with the staff, wanting to make sure she was absolutely safe. Thankfully, he seemed confident in their abilities to take care of her, and, though he did make sure she was going to wear a MedicAlert necklace at all times. He had wanted her to wear the bracelet, but it was too distinctive for the girl to want it, so she opted with the second option, as well as carrying around an Epinephrine autoinjector at all times. Seeing as normally her Uncle would have kept something like that, as the two were not often far about, Sisia agreed, which led to her accepting a place at the school, though a bit into the school year, as her Uncle had gotten a bit paranoid.
Excited about attending her first real school (that she could remember, anyway), Sisia, armed with her medical stuff and supplies to write to her penpal, is ready to begin school. Even if she has no idea what she’s getting into.
Weapon: Doesn't have one, and doesn't particularly want one.
Statistics:
~Knowledge: 3 - Expert
~Courage: 2 - Reliable
~Diligence: 3 - Strong
~Expression: 4 - Touching
~Understanding: 4 - Generous
~Strength:*
~Magic:*****
~Endurance:**
~Agility:***
~Luck:****
Persona:
~Name: Iðunn
~Description: In Norse Mythology, Iðunn is a goddess, wife of the skaldic god Bragi, as well as a keeper of apples and the granter of eternal youthfulness.
~Arcana: Priestess
~Drain: N/A
~Weak: Agi
~Null: Light
~Resist: N/A
~Skills:
Roleplay Sample:
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Name: Sisia Helene Vogel
Gender: Female
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 95 pounds
Age: 15 years old
Year: Freshman
Clubs: Choir (Soprano), Tennis Team, Swim Team
Appearance:
Personality: Sisia is a very shy person, usually too timid to strike up a conversation with anyone, and stays to herself, wanting friends, but too afraid to go try to make them. She is always unerringly polite to people, whenever she works up the courage to talk to them, or when addressed, and the usual reason for her speaking to someone else is because she has courage, for once, or because she is curious.
She is a generally optimistic person, believing that everything will turn out for the best even when they go horribly, horribly wrong. Even if that belief was shattered again and again, Sisia will hold onto it, because it is the only thing that holds her together when she’s feeling particularly low.
The girl is very quiet, and gets embarrassed easily, usually by compliments, seeing as her uncle is rather reserved with them. She doesn’t like to look people in the eyes, even if that is the polite thing to do, tending to look down at her hands or her feet. Though she is not as shy around girls, Sisia prefers to be around boys, as they are all that she has really ever known.
If you have managed to get past her shyness and become her friend, Sisia is very open. Anyone that she trusts, she will tell anything to, if they ask, even if she is embarrassed about it, and will do her best to be a good friend. The German is loyal to a fault, and will follow those close to her to Hell and back, only stopping before she hits the Moral Horizon.
Having gone through quite a few issues with losing her family and those she cares about, she is very family-oriented, and hates it when family fights. She is also very adamant about each life being worth the same, and hates it when people are cruel to each other over little things (ex: England hating France cause he’s French).
She is very naïve and innocent compared to the other people, despite the fact that she has gone through a few hardships, as well. This sets her apart from many, as she can be rather clueless at times, especially when it comes to any romance. As a whole, Sisia is a very nice, yet shy girl who is very optimistic.
Likes:
- Cute Things - They are both the bane of her existence, and something which she adores whole-heartedly. Anytime she sees something cute, whether it be a bunny outside or someone's adorable drawings, Sisia is completely distracted from whatever she is doing. If someone is lecturing her, she won’t be able to pay attention until that drawing is in her pocket, or she’s sketched a quick picture of the bunny.
- Cooking - Sisia enjoys cooking very much, making the meals at her home whenever she was allowed to, and has considered asking if she could help in the kitchen, as she kind of misses it, but doesn't want to do another club, nor drop one of those she has.
- Sewing - She loves to sew, to knit, to embroider... Anything along those lines, though it doesn't necessarily mean that she is good at it. She's best at embroidering, followed by sewing, and she has only just learned how to knit.
- Gardening – The girl loves flowers, and growing things in general, which has prompted her to almost always have a bag of seeds packed away, ready for when she can get her hands on a small pot to plant them, and put them in her room. At home, she has a vegetable garden that she has worked hard on.
- Music – Sisia often has a song playing in the background of her head, and usually goes around her day humming softly. When she is alone, and in a non-echoey place, the girl tends to sing a song in her native language, being quiet, of course.
- Books – The German absolutely adores reading, and often has two or three books with her at all times, usually in progress. She tends to gravitate towards very sappy romantic novels, as well as non-fiction, having a very inquisitive mind and a love of learning.
- Sweets – The girl loves sweets of any and all kinds, especially homemade ones. She likes baked goodies the best, but anything with chocolate in it is a plus.
- Drawing – She is quite talented at sketching, and enjoys curling up on a comfy chair and drawing whatever her eyes land upon. She has absolutely no skill with a paintbrush, though, and keeps a rather large box of crayons in room, which she sometimes takes with her, ready to draw and to color.
Dislikes:
- Make-up – Sisia was never a very vain girl, so she doesn’t understand why it is common for girls of her age to coat themselves in powders and the like. Her family thinks she’s pretty just the way she is, so she is very adamant about it being a waste of time.
- Her Accent – English is not her first language, so when Sisia speaks it, she speaks with a German accent. This has inspired much teasing over the years, something she never mentions to anyone, and as such, she hates the fact that she can’t speak the language ‘properly’.
- Violence – Though she has sort of learned how to fight, in order to defend herself, Sisia hates fighting. She just wants all of their problems to be solved diplomatically, but it doesn’t seem like it will ever be that way.
- Getting mistaken for a boy – For some reason, whenever she wears non-dress/skirt clothes, Sisia often gets mistaken for a boy. A rather feminine boy, but still, a boy. It really irks her, and she always gets both embarrassed and irritated when that happens.
- Broccoli – Sisia will not eat that vegetable, unless she is ordered to, in which case she will eat the minimum that she is allowed to, and will do it with extreme distaste. She just doesn’t like broccoli.
- The Dark – Like most children, Sisia dislikes the dark, very much. She hates not being able to see, and it frankly creeps it out, not knowing where each sound is coming from, and if it might be something creeping up on her. Needless to say, she almost never finds herself sleeping alone.
Strengths:
- Loyal - Once Sisia claims someone as her friend, she will stick to them forever, no matter what.
- Support - She's a good back-up to have, whether in battle or just as friends, and will always do her best to cover you.
- Determined - If she is assigned a task, or told to do something, she will do her utmost to complete it, no matter what obstacles lie in her way.
- Friendly - Though she may be shy, very shy, Sisia is always friendly and polite to any that may speak to her, no matter how rude, mean, or scary they are.
- Household tasks - Most of the common things around the house, such as sewing, cooking, cleaning, Sisia is quite good at, and actually finds them rather enjoyable.
Weaknesses:
- Non-Violent - While normally this would be a good thing, Sisia is so against violence that she will not condone violence, unless ordered otherwise, until the last minute, which may be too late.
- Physically weak - While she has quite good agility, she is very weak, not having a strong body overall, and is not suited for fighting. Dodging, yes, but definitely not fighting.
- Naive - Is not very well-informed about the darker aspects of the world, whether they are simply more edgy or more raunchy, which often leads to her becoming very confused.
- Asthma - Sisia has had asthma ever since she was young, something which her parents believe to be a combination of the fact that her grandmother had it, and that her father smoked, increasing her chances for it. While it is fairly manageable, most of the time, she has sudden, random attacks occasionally, that can be quite fatal if she doesn't get help.
History: Sisia was born, July twelve, to a pair of loving parents, a happy go-lucky dad, and a serious mom. They doted on her, absolutely adoring her, and she in turned loved them back. They were a loving family, the three of them, and were planning to have another one, as Sisia wanted a brother (an older brother, but they had yet to explain the concept to her, so…). In kindergarten, the girl had several attacks where she couldn’t breathe, and, once they brought her into the doctor, the family found out that she had Asthma, and, with that, decided to pull her out of school, teaching her at home, instead. While this was detrimental in the area of making friends, and with the fact that her parents decided to hold off on having another child until she could handle her asthma herself, as a whole, it was far better for Sisia, especially with her attacks, being able to manage them with her parents.
However, in the November of her first grade, when Sisia was six years old, tragedy struck the family. The girl was being watched by her Uncle Anton, on her father’s side, when she suffered from a major attack. After doing all he could and calling the number her parents had left him, so medical help could arrive, he called her parents, letting them know what had just happened. Unfortunately, that made her parents want to hurry home even more, and, in their speed, they slipped on some black ice and crashed. Neither survived, leaving an orphaned Sisia to be adopted by her Uncle Anton.
Her memories of her parents faded over time, though she did do her best to remember, and kept many detailed scrapbooks and photo albums, saving them carefully and always searching for more pictures to put in them. She remained homeschooled, though her Uncle got her a tutor, as he was not qualified to teach her. The young child did not have any friends, not interacting with them much, and, if she did, often scaring them off with her asthma attack, until she was befriended by a boy in a fourth grade. He was quite nice to her, even if most of what they did was sit around and paint, something neither of them had any skill in, and she enjoyed spending time with him. He’d often tell her about a girl that he had a crush on, and though she never actually met the girl, she sounded sweet, and Sisia would do her best to give him advice.
Unfortunately, he moved away with they were in fifth grade, just a year later, but she still treasures him as her first friend. In sixth grade, Sisia decided to try sports, flitting all around the local teams, from basketball, to track, finally deciding on tennis and swimming, finding those two quite fun, though her Uncle worried about her asthma. As, along as she took good care of herself, exercising would not have any added effect on her random, major attacks, he relented, and she joined both teams. It was a very fun experience for her, and she enjoyed herself the entire summer before middle school. That was when she decided to join a choir.
Her Uncle put his foot down on this one, however, stating that she wouldn’t join it. He may have relented on the sports, but he would not let her join a choir. For the entire seventh grade, she begged and pleaded with him, wanting to join the homeschool choir, loving to sing. Finally, near the beginning of summer, he agreed, but had one condition: Sisia had to learn how to sew. Ecstatic, she agreed, taking up her sewing lessons as soon as he could arrange them, and found that she quite enjoyed it, taking up embroidery as well, which she focused more of her time on. True to his word, once eighth grade started, Sisia was able to join the choir, becoming a soprano and loving her role.
Eighth grade, all in all, was a very good year, especially because she only suffered from a few attacks, and hoped that they might be slowly decreasing. That summer and the beginning of ninth grade proved that while they were decreasing slowly, they were really decreasing slowly. However, ninth grade was a year that was a step out of the box for Sisia, when she tried newer things. Halfway through the year, her tutor decided that she should get a penpal, and the girl, desiring a friend, quickly agreed, and began writing to someone from another country. Though it was slow going, considering that they were far away, she enjoyed herself, and wrote frequently to the boy from another country. Her tutor had made up codenames for them, stating that they were not allowed to divulge their real names, for some odd reason (she said it had something to do with international laws, and unofficial transactions, and stuff that Sisia really didn’t understand), and Sisia became ‘Lilli’. The other thing that happened that year was that she received a letter from a school called World W Academy, inviting her to join them and offering a bit of financial aid if she couldn’t afford it.
It took the rest of her last middle school year to get her Uncle to agree, and he only did so after discussing medical stuff, things that Sisia truly didn’t get, with the staff, wanting to make sure she was absolutely safe. Thankfully, he seemed confident in their abilities to take care of her, and, though he did make sure she was going to wear a MedicAlert necklace at all times. He had wanted her to wear the bracelet, but it was too distinctive for the girl to want it, so she opted with the second option, as well as carrying around an Epinephrine autoinjector at all times. Seeing as normally her Uncle would have kept something like that, as the two were not often far about, Sisia agreed, which led to her accepting a place at the school, though a bit into the school year, as her Uncle had gotten a bit paranoid.
Excited about attending her first real school (that she could remember, anyway), Sisia, armed with her medical stuff and supplies to write to her penpal, is ready to begin school. Even if she has no idea what she’s getting into.
Weapon: Doesn't have one, and doesn't particularly want one.
Statistics:
~Knowledge: 3 - Expert
~Courage: 2 - Reliable
~Diligence: 3 - Strong
~Expression: 4 - Touching
~Understanding: 4 - Generous
~Strength:*
~Magic:*****
~Endurance:**
~Agility:***
~Luck:****
Persona:
~Name: Iðunn
~Description: In Norse Mythology, Iðunn is a goddess, wife of the skaldic god Bragi, as well as a keeper of apples and the granter of eternal youthfulness.
~Arcana: Priestess
~Drain: N/A
~Weak: Agi
~Null: Light
~Resist: N/A
~Skills:
- Rebellion - Increases probability of Critical hits for 3 turns. Universal.
- Ghastly Wail - Instantly kills all targets who are suffering from the Fear ailment (unavoidable).
- Recarmdra - Recovers all HP but sets user's HP to 1. All allies.
- Full Analysis - Used to detect an enemy's stats, weak points, and any attacks or skills it may use.
- Media - Recovers a small amount of HP. All allies. Can be used in the field.
- Mahama - 20% chance of instant death from the power of Light to all enemies.
- Elec Break - Removes Elec Resist, Block, Repel, and Drain properties for 3 turns. 1 enemy.
- Eerie Smile - 25% chance of inflicting the Fear ailment to all foes.
Roleplay Sample:
It was time for her biweekly trip to the cemetery. Sisia wasn’t sure why she did it, but it felt right to pay respects to the dead, instead of just forgetting they were there. Sure, she didn’t know anyone that was buried, but sometime, here, those people had lived and breathed and laughed and cried, long before she was even a thought in her… Well, before anyone had planned for her, at any rate. You were supposed to respect your elders, those that came before you, and who better than those that had left the earth? They couldn’t impart wisdom upon you, perhaps, but once she died, and Vash had died, she didn’t want to be forgotten. Perhaps that was why she did it, so maybe Karma would come around some day, and someone would visit her grave, and wonder who Sisia was.
Stepping carefully through the gravestones, the girl knelt at one of them, uncaring for her knees as they sunk slightly into the soft ground. Whenever she went out here, she always borrowed brother’s clothes, instead of her dress, and left her ribbon back for safe keeping. She didn’t want to get her only clothes dirty, and she definitely didn’t want to lose her ribbon. That would be awful, so Sisia was willing to look like a boy instead of losing one of her most cherished possessions.
Gently, and trying not to get any dirt on it, Sisia lay her carefully colored picture of flowers down before the grave, pinning it down with a rock. Flowers were hide to come by, the only ones that ever grew being the weeds that seemed to breed everywhere, and she didn’t want to use the ones that could be found right next to the grave. It didn’t seem right, so for every grave she visited, all five, she drew a careful picture of flowers from memory, using the precious crayons that the German was afraid would be whittled down to nothing someday. For today, she had drawn pictures of daisies, tulips, petunias, and daffodils, along with the current picture of a lily that she was pinning down. Smiling gently, Sisia brushed the dirt off of the grave, looking for the name. James. “Yames,” she spoke, bowing her head and folding her hands. “I hope zaht you hahd ah hahppy life, und zaht you ahre aht peace.”
Standing up, and, being careful of the pictures she held underneath her arm, brushing off her brother’s khaki pants, Sisia stepped away from the grave, walking over to the next, one belonging to a fairly legible Hannah. Kneeling down once more, the girl gently pulled out her picture of the daisies, setting it gently on the ground in front of the grave, placing a stone upon it. About to begin her small prayer to the late Hannah, she was startled when a yell, with words she couldn’t hear clearly enough, came over the graveyard. Squeaking in surprise, Sisia jerked back, hitting her head on the grave situated slightly behind her. Immediately grabbing her hurt skull, she bent over, feeling the slight throb vibrate throughout her head. “Ach… Ach…” she murmured, feeling with her fingers to inspect the damage. Luckily, there seemed to be none, perhaps a small bump, but…
With a start, the girl realized that she had dropped her three remaining pictures, and the wind was blowing them away! “Nein, nein, nein!” she yelled (still fairly quietly) as she chased after them, the wind blowing her short hair as she tried to catch the flying papers. Ah, the tulips were going that way! Running away up, away from the Sanitarium, Sisia let loose a small sigh of relief as she managed to snatch that one, doing her best not to crumple it as she folded it up and tucked it in her pocket, before quickly going further to try and get the other two. The petunias weren’t too far in front of her, but the girl was forced to tackle it to the ground, jumping on it and dirtying both the picture and her brother’s light blue shirt. Deciding to deal with that later, she jumped up, dashing after the last one, the daffodils. She was nearing a tree, concentrating solely on the picture flying ahead of her…
When it hit a man standing there, pressed up against his jacket. Stuttering to a halt, Sisia took in the scene with wide eyes. The blonde man, whom she recognized as the Duke of the Order, though she didn’t know his name, was standing over a dead bird, with her daffodil picture plastered to him. Blinking, and turning a slight red as she glanced away, fixing her gaze on her feet, she spoke up quietly, not looking to see his reaction to an apparent young boy coming out of nowhere and talking to him. “Hmm, s-sir? Cahn I hahve my pikyer bahck? Ze v-vind blew it ahvay.” Pleating her fingers together in front of her, Sisia couldn’t bear to look up, not even to check if her picture had blown off of him, or if the Duke was staring at her strangely.
She knew that being higher up in the Order usually meant that the person had fought in the revolt, and done well, or something along those lines, and the people who had fought hard in the revolt were the patients. After all, the staff wouldn’t fight, and the Sanitarium rarely got visitors, at least from what she’d seen in heard. Cursing herself for her prejudice, immediately being somewhat scared of someone who was criminally insane, Sisia reminded herself that her brother was, as well, and he wasn’t scary. Just because he had been a patient here did not mean that he would hurt her. Flashing back to her reflective thoughts about being forgotten from earlier, the German girl swallowed nervously. “P-Please d-don’t hyert me!”
Stepping carefully through the gravestones, the girl knelt at one of them, uncaring for her knees as they sunk slightly into the soft ground. Whenever she went out here, she always borrowed brother’s clothes, instead of her dress, and left her ribbon back for safe keeping. She didn’t want to get her only clothes dirty, and she definitely didn’t want to lose her ribbon. That would be awful, so Sisia was willing to look like a boy instead of losing one of her most cherished possessions.
Gently, and trying not to get any dirt on it, Sisia lay her carefully colored picture of flowers down before the grave, pinning it down with a rock. Flowers were hide to come by, the only ones that ever grew being the weeds that seemed to breed everywhere, and she didn’t want to use the ones that could be found right next to the grave. It didn’t seem right, so for every grave she visited, all five, she drew a careful picture of flowers from memory, using the precious crayons that the German was afraid would be whittled down to nothing someday. For today, she had drawn pictures of daisies, tulips, petunias, and daffodils, along with the current picture of a lily that she was pinning down. Smiling gently, Sisia brushed the dirt off of the grave, looking for the name. James. “Yames,” she spoke, bowing her head and folding her hands. “I hope zaht you hahd ah hahppy life, und zaht you ahre aht peace.”
Standing up, and, being careful of the pictures she held underneath her arm, brushing off her brother’s khaki pants, Sisia stepped away from the grave, walking over to the next, one belonging to a fairly legible Hannah. Kneeling down once more, the girl gently pulled out her picture of the daisies, setting it gently on the ground in front of the grave, placing a stone upon it. About to begin her small prayer to the late Hannah, she was startled when a yell, with words she couldn’t hear clearly enough, came over the graveyard. Squeaking in surprise, Sisia jerked back, hitting her head on the grave situated slightly behind her. Immediately grabbing her hurt skull, she bent over, feeling the slight throb vibrate throughout her head. “Ach… Ach…” she murmured, feeling with her fingers to inspect the damage. Luckily, there seemed to be none, perhaps a small bump, but…
With a start, the girl realized that she had dropped her three remaining pictures, and the wind was blowing them away! “Nein, nein, nein!” she yelled (still fairly quietly) as she chased after them, the wind blowing her short hair as she tried to catch the flying papers. Ah, the tulips were going that way! Running away up, away from the Sanitarium, Sisia let loose a small sigh of relief as she managed to snatch that one, doing her best not to crumple it as she folded it up and tucked it in her pocket, before quickly going further to try and get the other two. The petunias weren’t too far in front of her, but the girl was forced to tackle it to the ground, jumping on it and dirtying both the picture and her brother’s light blue shirt. Deciding to deal with that later, she jumped up, dashing after the last one, the daffodils. She was nearing a tree, concentrating solely on the picture flying ahead of her…
When it hit a man standing there, pressed up against his jacket. Stuttering to a halt, Sisia took in the scene with wide eyes. The blonde man, whom she recognized as the Duke of the Order, though she didn’t know his name, was standing over a dead bird, with her daffodil picture plastered to him. Blinking, and turning a slight red as she glanced away, fixing her gaze on her feet, she spoke up quietly, not looking to see his reaction to an apparent young boy coming out of nowhere and talking to him. “Hmm, s-sir? Cahn I hahve my pikyer bahck? Ze v-vind blew it ahvay.” Pleating her fingers together in front of her, Sisia couldn’t bear to look up, not even to check if her picture had blown off of him, or if the Duke was staring at her strangely.
She knew that being higher up in the Order usually meant that the person had fought in the revolt, and done well, or something along those lines, and the people who had fought hard in the revolt were the patients. After all, the staff wouldn’t fight, and the Sanitarium rarely got visitors, at least from what she’d seen in heard. Cursing herself for her prejudice, immediately being somewhat scared of someone who was criminally insane, Sisia reminded herself that her brother was, as well, and he wasn’t scary. Just because he had been a patient here did not mean that he would hurt her. Flashing back to her reflective thoughts about being forgotten from earlier, the German girl swallowed nervously. “P-Please d-don’t hyert me!”
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