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PLEASE BE AWARE THAT ✦ Due to this character's canonical content, this carrd will have to tackle themes of enslavement, discrimination, child trafficking, suicidal ideation, and s/a. no wording shall be graphic, but it is important to note. i'm not interested in tactless trauma galore or writing a disrespectful whumpee. I won't engage in or produce that content. Know that I will only ever write on things that I've either personally experienced, or have extensive knowledge of due to my proximity to these themes. Any body of text with sensitive content will be marked with this : 🂡 🂬 🂱 for the comfort of other people. I advise you do not read through the marked paragraphs if you cannot handle vague mentions of the stated topics. Thank you & take care!

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✦ socialites are insufferable. while aventurine could easily be considered to fit such a niche, her disdain for people and their lack of substance only exacerbates in the company of the many, many figureheads nestling in the hotel. '' VIP's '' so to speak. what a pain in the neck. fortunately, she'd been able to avoid most boring pleasantries. a light breeze manages to sweep the reverie, kissing over her skin and drawing out a content sigh. it carries the fragrance of cologne and whiskey which wafts from the bar.✦ fingertips toy with the white ribbon of a carefully packaged antique. initially, she'd wanted to commission something new that was tailored to the oak head's tastes. except, she'd come face to face with a lovely work which nested upon one of the perfume shoppe's shelves : a plain glass bottle, save for intricate lines that reflect dappled light like a kaleidoscope. rainbow illuminates the edges. two birds rest over an arch, eye to eye — mirrors of one another : they're akin to charmony doves. surely, it will tug at the ''conductor's'' heartstrings. it had to be about 142 system years old — forged by one of the ancestors belonging to a lineage which honored glasswork. kakavasha is a sentimental lady. although she no longer is in the company of her family, there is nothing that she values more. she can't help but wonder, is sunday the same way? will he appreciate the origins as she does?✦ maybe, maybe not. even then, there are appearances to upkeep — whether sunday harbors the same perceptions or not, 'nor if he finds the item impractical or subpar. this meeting is sought after for mere diplomacy's sake. so why is it that she instead finds her heart speaking for herself when it comes to exchanges like these? right. hopefully the family's o' so beloved '' little birdie '' makes this worth her while. after all, she claims to only invest in what will rake up fair returns.✦ the concierge offers to handle her luggage. however, aventurine politely declines for the sake of her own personal ''endeavors''. the gambler opts to settle on one of the satin-cloaked couches that liven up this inn, drink in hand to pass the time. granted, this man has left her much room for leisure. how much longer until he arrives ? ...✦ vibrant eyes trace down the details of her sleeve to observe her watch. how quaint. she is the one who's happened to arrive early. upon the dove's emergence, two empty wine glasses sit beside the gift box which she's laid out on the glass table in front of her. aventurine uncrosses her legs to rise before him, adjusting the buckle of her neck-piece to ensure that it's centered. naturally, she dons her token smile, lilac-hued eyelids perpetually creased.✦ "oh my , ... if it isn't for penacony's most esteemed mr. sunday. i must say, i've found myself at an impasse : you're all the more handsome in person. if i hadn't known you're halovian, i would have assumed you'd descended from the heavens itself." she subtly nods her head in greeting, the gem of her earring ringing softly in unison. there's a glint to her otherwise lifeless gaze, as she offers the passing compliment. indeed, sunday is a striking man. she expects no less from an emblem of penacony.

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✦ the sweet, cloying aroma paired with the sharp scent of cigarettes is an unexpected yet consuming sensation as she stirs awake. her eyes flutter open, met by a dimly lit bar — walls of blue and delicate, red carpeting. it's unlike any atmosphere she's ever encountered before. lamps flicker as if whispering to the 'ghosts' of all who'd come and gone that evening.✦ wait. this place is deserted. had she unknowingly slipped into a deep sleep? perhaps, she had one too many drinks? her head aches; it's a steady, pressing pain that tightens with each passing moment. it's disorienting. her nose and eyes sting. this is nothing like the 'run of a mill' hangover. rather than a sense of emptiness and nausea, she is burdened by an overwhelming feeling — something all-consuming but equally as abstract. the best way she can describe it is being drowned dry. besides, something doesn't feel quite right. the very last thing she remembers is being cozied up on one of the IPC's interstellar vessels. aventurine was on her way to see sunday, someone who will be quite the figurehead to ''deal'' with.✦ a large-framed shadow casts over the bistro table, one that could only possibly belong to another person. it draws out a foggy feeling in her chest. something about this ''man's'' presence proves to be uncanny. she hadn't noticed him before, and the gambler is indeed a notably keen woman. it's as if he'd phased into existence riiight before her. dark locks veil his eyes, attire in complete disarray. even then, he manages to captivate her with the deft movements of his hands as he skillfully handles the beverage mixer. whoever he is, he seems awfully into it — eyes closed, brown lashes fluttering in content. of course, her icebreaker doesn't prove to be anything practical such as 'where am i?' or 'who are you?' or even a self-conscious 'did i happen to do anything embarrassing while i was drunk' ? .. instead, she chimes:✦ "you going to serve me on the house considering that the time here appears to be far beyond a 'happy hour' ?"

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  HOW IS IT POSSIBLE    for a woman so elusive to claim herself as a reliable businessman? No two people will ever describe Miss Aventurine in the same way. Well, except for the fact that she has a 100% win rate. It is imperative that you pay mind to even the smallest aspects of interactions with her ; there is nothing she wouldn't risk for the right stakes. The gambler who has never lost a gamble. The risk-taker who has never known failure. The player who has never tasted loss. This is her remarkable rapport with all that know of her. So, why is it that she craves to taste defeat?  WHAT DO HUMANS CHERISH ABOVE ALL ?    What propels them forward? Is it strength, vanity, innate talent, success, or love? As one who stakes it all on the fickle whims of fortune, she's often pondered these questions. Maybe she's pondered these questions even more than anyone else. Maybe she's pondered these questions to a point that is beyond sanity itself. Just what is it, that drives an average person to risk everything on a roll of the dice or the turn of a card? The pull of a trigger? Is it the pursuit of wealth, the thrill of victory, or the allure of overcoming impossible odds? Or perhaps it's the intoxicating blend of all these elements. In her case, the fascination came in tandem with her eternal luck. It's a blessing from not an Aeon, but a God. Dear Gaiathra Triclops, one who was worshipped from her home planet. Furthermore, it is a reminder of her people and her beloved family whom she's lost.  IN TRUTH, SHE ENVIES   those who dare to wrestle with fate without the safety of definitive wagers in their favor. Aventurine finds difficulty in discerning between a blessing and a curse. Press a gun's muzzle to her chest, and you will elicit only a self-assured scoff. Of course, this aura of invincibility is fabricated. She does it well. She does it so well that she's begun to fool herself. After all, the only way to fool others is to lie to yourself first. She doesn't care to reflect on this fact, but she does not enjoy gambling. It's simply become the trademark which has ensured the IPC won't discard her, and she's decided to run with it. Time and time again, the revolver's barrel has proven steadfast in its loyalty — never to betray her. Yet, despite such certainties, her left hand remains concealed behind her back, fingers digging into her palms. They clutch && tremble for dear life. She contemplates whether the day will ever come when Gaiathra finally turns a blind eye. Her onlookers entertain the same possibility. However, the monotony is undying. Each gamble is the same. The aftermath is much like a hangover after a climactic high — the rush of going all in fading into a void of emptiness, a profound lack of meaning lingering once everything falls silent.  TALENT IS A RARE AND PRECIOUS JEWEL ,   a radiant beacon that elevates an individual above the sea of mediocrity. It garners admiration and infuses life with meaning. Purpose is something that cannot be bought through something as trivial as the thrill of landing a royal flush at the table. Success, adorned with the laurels of accolades and the weight of accomplishments, stands as irrefutable proof of one’s intrinsic worth, a testament to a person's myriad of pursuits. Some may choose to gauge someone's merit by their net worth, much like appraising a gem's value based on its price. Meanwhile, Aventurine delights in assessing the more abstract qualities of people, defining 'friendships' as alliances. Humanity cannot be reduced to numbers. It's a fickle thing. At one point she was young and naive enough to believe others had her best interests in mind. But with each bloom of altruism that would extend its vine toward her, it is quickly hacked away.  SHE REMEMBERS   some very kind people — folks who helped her get off the ground after a series of fatal events. When she finally prospered enough to send them gifts of gratitude, she discovered they had died in a cruelty-induced tragedy. Aventurine quickly learned that is the way this world operates. The weak are relentlessly preyed upon. The kind are exploited. Diversities only earn hatred. Interpersonal relationships revolving around vulnerability quickly became something heavily calculated on her end. It has left her lonely. All of her life, she has observed that humanity cannot be cured of its wickedness. It will fester as long as people breed. Damage control is fruitless. This is why she is candid about her willingness to be utilized however others see fit — betrayed, deceived, or manipulated. Drive a dagger into her back, and it will unveil the depth of your significance in her eyes. She will take the pain in stride. But, do not be fooled. Many describe her as a madman when it comes to securing her gains. She does not trust many people, but she trusts herself to know who to trust.  AS FOR HER OWN INTRINSIC WORTH  , that is much more complicated. Indeed, she is skilled in many arts of gunmanship, aesthetics, deceptions, intel — you name it. Naturally, her resources are abundant, reflecting the fortunes she has amassed over time. She has a particular talent in making something out of nothing, or raking in profits from financial losses. Aventurine persistently fosters these 'friendships' of hers by sharing well-selected gifts. It is easy to assume that this is sourced by a desire for control. On the contrary, she is as generous as she is selfish. There have been many instances in which she's gladly used her own luck to benefits others. Her heart lies with the underdogs ; she has no interest in imposing upon the less fortunate. Although the abundance of gifts and favors may raise suspicions, it truly is a matter of proving herself beneficial to her 'friends'. She will tell you that there are only two kinds of bargaining chips when dealing with people : benefit, or fear. But, her sentiments and desires are not so cold in reality. Having come to accept that people will leave her once she's served her value, it appears that she fights tooth and nail to ensure her place. It exudes something that could only ever come from a bleeding heart, and not callous and inherently exploitive intentions.  SHE IS NOT IMMUNE   to the longing for companionship. If anything, the relentless grip of fate upon her has intensified this need, leaving her yearning for it all the more deeply. Oxymoronically, she struggles to grasp the concept of unconditional love — care without requiring a way to make use of someone. Given that she has only witnessed exploitative dynamics for the majority of her life, it's understandable. This kind of softness is not something she looks to unveil. Behind her naturally warm smile, she hides any hurt or sadness that may arise from the way her colleagues or associates treat her. It's as if nothing could ever shatter her resolve. She is well aware that withholding reactions is what preserves an advantage. It's challenging to predict someone's cards if they don't display identifiable behaviors. Only when the curtain falls does she allow her face to relax and portray something beyond that illusionary arrogance. It is fortunate that her intuition revolving around human behavior is generally foolproof. Aventurine is not incapable of choosing to trust people ; however, she is incredulously calculated. Even in consideration of that, mutually respectful and safe relationships are unfamiliar to her. Should she ever exist in one, it proves to be uncomfortable due to the way her trauma has inflicted her nervous system. It convinces her that something is wrong due to what a stranger she is to being loved and adored, even if that could not be further from the truth.  WHAT DRIVES HUMANS THE MOST IS HATRED.    Only fleetingly, amidst her people and family, did she hold onto the belief that love was the center of the universe. Will she only experience that warm solace once more, when she meets Gaiathra in death? Until then, she lives on in their legacy. As long as she is alive, the blood of the Avgin will never run dry.

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  HER FAMILY    grew up amongst the deserts ; barren, dry, it was somewhere that demanded innovation for the sake of survival. The people of her land were under the protection of no aeon. Instead, they prayed to Gaiathra — a God. Kakavasha is blessed by this Gaiathra, a being who she has not met once. Even then, SHE had sewn miracles into the quilt of her life one too many times. She cannot help but wonder if she is truly the semblance of the pure luck that this god has bestowed upon her. What fortune could she possibly possess, when she lost it all ? Her heart quickly came to understand who the true monsters were in this world.  MANY OF HER PEOPLE,    alongside her parents, died to a greedy and heartless group of beings. A despicable and cruel fate. An unspeakable tragedy. She once belonged to an entire community built on perseverance, joy, beloved companions, && the soft strumming of her mother's tamburica .. It would soon be destroyed : sunk in an ocean of putrid vermillion. Her sister drowned in this " sea ", pleading for Kakavasha to run and never look back. She was only able to flee because of her sister's sacrifice.  THIS FINAL CALAMITY    🂡 🂬 🂱 was forged by an alliance between the Interastral Peace Corporation, and the Katicans. On the day of the Kakava festival, they orchestrated a mass genocide. This was the end of her clan. The rest of her people were either cruelly slaughtered, or enslaved. Kakavasha herself was taken and branded by searing hot iron ; the man who claimed to be her master used her for work without boundaries in terms of what he or his clients could do to her. "You have a nice body" is one of the first things he ever spoke to her, in the canonical Chinese translation. This can be interpreted in different ways (for instance, for her strength rather than vanity). Either way, she was only a teenager.  THE MOST REGRETTABLE   🂡 🂬 🂱 day of Kakavasha's life is not even a question to her. She and the rest of her people who were enslaved were placed into a tournament. It's a makeshift colosseum : a maze in which they would be forced to fight to the death until one remains victorious. Their oppressors treated it like something as casual as betting on a horse race. It was vile, and it was dehumanizing. She had no choice but to participate in this hellscape. With only the protection of chains, she killed each and every last of her people. Night terrors still find themselves nestling into her conscience, reminding her of the blood on her hands. She often wakes up in a cold sweat, swearing that she is able to still feel that viscous blood which stained her palms. It is all very painful. She does not speak of it, although many know of her roots due to her eyes which are a mosaic of magenta and blue.  ONE SINGLE LIFE    she experiences no regret for taking is that man who called himself her 'master'. Before the tournament she made a deal with him : if she came back alive, that man would pay her thirty tanba. Little did he know that she had no intention of letting him have his way, afterwards. Kakavasha would be prosecuted for such a deed, brought to Jade to plead her own case. This stranger was not a judge, but one of the stonehearts belonging to the IPC. Not a single lawyer looked to defend her. But, she couldn't care less.  "YOU DON'T KNOW,    how many people long for your eyes to be closed forever," the woman said to Kakavasha. Yet, Jade was still willing to entertain her deal upon the behalf of the IPC's chief, Diamond. The negotiation proved successful given Kakavasha's strong first impression and grand promise of fortune. After that day, she'd be known as one of the ten stonehearts : Aventurine. A mask that did not always belong to her — crafted herself, soon making a home out of it. She was told that she can forge whatever identity she may wish for, and so Kakavasha soon found herself trapped in an endless performance.

  PENACONY    : the realm of dreams and the planet of festivities was perhaps her most ambitious project yet. Naturally, she wondered why someone of her stature would be tasked with such a chaotic situation to resolve; nonetheless, she presented herself as confident in her abilities. While she was waiting in the lobby to speak with one of the staff to check in, she found that there was a group of people crowding a young lady working there. Roughly 10 minutes pass by, and only then does she approach them to ask what the issue may be — asking if they know how many credits she could have been racking with the time they've spent pestering this poor staff member. Of course, all of this was said a bit more politely (and a bit more passive aggressive as well). This is when she meets Trailblazer and the rest of the Astral Express Crew at the Reverie, and converses with Sunday about her visit here — considering The Family is already highly wary of the IPC.  IT CALLED FOR A SCHEME    grander than any other. That would be, to trick The Family, and primarily Sunday. Her plan involved using another cornerstone as a replacement for her own, considering Jade and Aventurine are difficult gems to discern from one another. Topaz's cornerstone was also used as another false clue. Then, she brought a bag of gems and crystals with little value to her in order to cultivate a red herring. Her colleague and companion, Dr. Ratio of the Intellegentsia Guild, accompanied her. Together, they played a duet upon the stage of traitor and foe. It was all for Sunday to let his guard down so that Aventurine could go through with the means of obtaining her cornerstone — shattered to pieces within that bag of worthless jewels.  JUDGEMENT DAY CAME    when Aventurine would see Sunday — in the presence of Dr. Ratio looming behind the Halovian. The gambler and the doctor executed their roles with finesse, successfully persuading the watchful eyes of The Family's spies that their mutual disdain bordered on disloyalty. Dr. Ratio cleverly portrayed his relationship with Sunday, convincing the Family Head that he had just exposed Aventurine's plan in exchange for intel on a stellaron.  IT WAS THE DEATH OF ROBIN    which Sunday spoke of first, noting that it was a grave mistake involving herself and being there to witness such a tragedy. This exchange between Aventurine and Sunday was presented under the falsehood of an attempt at forging an allyship : commissioning the IPC representative to seek out the truth about the dear songbird's disappearance. Yet, this meeting took the turn for the supposed worse when Sunday evoked the effects of the Harmony upon Aventurine. Radiant hues of diverse colors clouded her vision and left her feeling light-headed, well aware that this was a methodology to forbid her from lying. She physically would not be able to spew anything save for the truth. Frankly, this was the equivalent of racial profiling considering the irrelevant and inappropriate inquiries involving her race — involving stereotypes often claimed about Avgin for the sake of fear mongering. Not only this, but he went on to sentence her to death after this scene. I'm noting this because people seem to gloss over the allegory very often. We have to acknowledge that Sunday exhibited racist behavior here. It's a scene I will retcon within my interpretations since I do not feel comfortable incorporating this for obvious reasons.  AVENTURINE PREDICTED    such level of cruelties from Sunday; she could sense something brewing inside of him, a bitter and vile depravity that he wished to bury deep — in vain. The Family Head eventually surmises that he has emerged with the upper hand, looking to confirm that Aventurine had in fact utilized a Topaz gem as a red herring. Then, Sunday was to look through the bag of invaluable gems, finding what he believed to be her real cornerstone. Little did he know that this was carefully orchestrated by her through impeccable insight.  WHAT SUNDAY BELIEVED    to be her cornerstone was actually Jade's cornerstone : a second, undetected red herring. It truly was near impossible for the untrained eye to tell jade and aventurine apart due to their identical hues. Her true stone was shattered in her bag. Not a soul would have been able to uncover this, given they were engulfed by an ocean of other dull and useless crystals. Unaware and falsely believing he has outmaneuvered the liquidation specialist in this trivial game, Sunday allows Aventurine to take the bag, provided she leaves the cornerstones with him. She is sentenced to death and is left with only 17 system hours to live, while also being tasked with Sunday's "test". Should she succeed, her afterlife would prove peaceful. Yet, if she couldn't fulfill uncovering the truth of the dreamscape, her soul would experience eternal torment by a shrouded abyss."This meeting isn't an interrogation, or a negotiation," Aventurine seethes.
  IT'S AN OUTRIGHT EXECUTION."    With that, she ventured across Penacony. Aventurine sought out what it means to meet 'death' in this "sweet" dream. She would gift the people of the Golden Hour jewels and gems for a moment of their time, asking them the same question : "where can i find death in this dream? "

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❛  Kakavasha resides in a penthouse located above the casino she's built. How exactly did she manage to have the funds and connections to open this kind of business? it's simple. She gambled. She's gambled for most of her life. It was a means of making ends meet due to her family's financial struggles, when she was just a child. They were beekeepers. All they had was a bee farm and a small crafts shoppe. This addiction of Kakavasha's — to risking it all just to put food on the table — started small. Casual poker clubs were her initial playgrounds, where the stakes were low, and the camaraderie was genuine. Kakavasha was still a teenager when she cashed in for the first time at a casino, with a fake ID. Of course, this was by the time a forged card like that was believable. She walked into the establishment with twenty dollars to her name, and walked out with 1,280 dollars of cash. Her sister, Hazal, was the first to find out && naturally questioned where she was getting all of this money from. It was once the gains became far too much to chalk down to a minimum wage job. Kakavasha came clean to her about what she had been doing. It would be difficult to continue to hide this truth considering she was becoming a well-known figure in the city for these remarkable feats.Neither Hazal, 'nor her parents, were supportive of this ; Kakavasha predicted it, although held no resentment. Her family was entirely fair, noting that she did not want Kakavasha to throw her life away to something so unstable simply because her family was struggling financially. After all, she could easily get roped in with the wrong people. Dangerous people. Casinos tend to belong to those who derive from mobster families or corrupt methods ; the moment numbers begin to tilt away from the house's favor, it'd surely cause an uproar and put Kakavasha on the mark as an issue to be ' taken care of '. She understood, and promised her sister that she would complete university for a Business Degree.Kakavasha kept her word. For the most part. Only after she began her own free-lance accounting services, and lived alone, did she return to the gambling scene. Of course, she'd been kicked out by casino owners multiple times due to her unbelievable luck. The profits she made were incredulous. Years later, and her earnings and several scandals unrelated to her ran the casino owner bankrupt. It was then that she made a deal with him : she would pay a fine fortune to help him get up from his ass, in exchange for co-ownership of the casino. She'd been deemed a madman for even proposing such a thing. The surplus of rivals and oppositions she would gain from this deal alone was beyond what anyone could believe is safe. But, she went through with it — running one of the most renown casinos in the region. It's plenty to take care of her older sister, too. Along the way with her business flourishing, she's also developed a career in social media && content creation as well as event planning. The casino often hosts parties, conference rooms, and even weddings. Due to her online alias, as well as the fact she uses an alternative name for her own safety because of discrimination, she is generally now known as " Aventurine".  ❜

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❛  Kakavasha, better known by her stage name Aventurine, grew up in the Alolan region alongside her family who ran an embroidering, carpentry, & honey business. They raise and breed combees back home to harvest and sell their goods. Her people who derive from the Avgin clan worship arceus, && given Kakavasha's vibrant eyes, she's believed to have been particularly blessed by this 'God'. Her sister, Hazal, has befriended a Leavanny who is of great help to the shoppe, aiding in crafts and sewing with its spindles. Her sister also happens to be a Gym Leader specializing in bug types. As a child, this was Kakavasha's first impression of pokemon.  ❜❛  These bugs irked little 'Vasha — she'd want nothing to do with them, finding them off-putting. Even as an infant, she'd cried in Leavanny's arms. One day, she was playing amongst the other children in town & was met by a danger which is nothing but a hazy memory to her now. The most she remembers is a fog plaguing the trees, masking the safe trails to the city. All she can recall is that these same pokemon which mortified her came to her aid and guided her back home, after she'd all but gotten lost in the woods. It was an evening which she'd never forget, forever fond of these beings who had a prominent heart, despite what others might believe. This is what's compelled her to become a trainer and work alongside pokemon in a way that is unique to her, rather than contribute to the family business. ❜❛  Eventually, Kakavasha's mother grew sick with an ailment that has left her with only a few years left, and no source of a cure. Her father ( Yücel ) was someone keen on mudsdale & rapidash race betting as a means of coping, and racked up an immense debt which put further pressure on the family. This is what led him to being wrapped up in Team Cipher's revival, in hopes of earning enough to pay off his debt. He was also promised that the Team would now prioritize research that will not only focus on empowering itself, but also healing properties. Aventurine is not aware of Yücel's arrangements, only that he has been acting strange ever since her mother was diagnosed && that he has been coping poorly through gambling. She has also noticed that many of Yücel's pokemon are now acting strangely lifeless & emotionless, like shadows of themselves.  ❜❛  Present time, she is on and off with her career, wanting to spend more time with her mother. Aventurine is a renown coordinator. She first started off as a regular trainer, admitting herself into the league and battling for the sake of badges. However, she'd soon stumble upon the beauty of pageants and came to realize that was more of her style! Her starter pokemon was a meowth who has now evolved into a persian. It is very rare that the persian in question shall be used in battle, however, much preferring to be a lap cat in comparison to the rest of her team lineup. Aventurine does also eventually meet Jirachi, who she'd sought out for the sake of wishing that her mother might be healed. Unfortunately, Jirachi isn't capable of reversing the effects of bad health, && so the sentiment was futile. The pokemon was apologetic, but Aventurine admits that she'd originally figured it was a farfetched request, even for Jirachi. They remain close companions to this day.  ❜

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❛  Kakavasha originally hailed from Sumeru's deserts : where her clan resided, alongside another clan known as the Katicans. In reality, they both were banished from the rainforests and had to adapt their town elsewhere. The clans were always at odds due to resources && eventually the Katicans planned to coordinate an attack upon the Avgin people on the day of Kakava — a festival to celebrate the annual rebirth of their god. See, her clan did not worship the archons. Instead, they found solace in their deity known as Gaiathra Triclops. They believed her body to be the very land they resided upon, && that each year her body would deteriorate into an aurora and then rebuild itself as something new. She was generally depicted as a palm with three eyes. Click Here to view the wiki on Aventurine's original canon lore as well as her God, if you are in need of background context. ❜❛  Perhaps this is why she has such contradicting sentiments towards rain; it is a mark of her people's beliefs and their beloved divine Goddess, as well as a memorial for their demise && genocide. She'd already been orphaned from previous attacks, && she was terrified of losing her sister — Hazal. In the end, her and her sister were the only ones alive. They were the last of their people, the last of their entire bloodline. Out of the two of them, Kakavasha was known to be Gaiathra's blessed child: chosen to be the bearer of great fortune && luck thanks to their Goddess. All they were left with was jewelry from their mother and a golden coin. Kakavasha held onto them with a full heart.  ❜❛  The House of the Hearth gave them a home : it was less by their own volition, as the fatui donned interest in raising && nurturing more 'weapons' for their cause. It was during the time which Kakavasha && Hazal originally housed in the hearth that the former knave was in power, instructing the children to fight to the death. Any of the children who lost would be disposed of or sent to the Doctor for experimentation. Hazal met such a tragic fate in turn of sacrificing herself for Kakavasha, and the guilt hasn't left her since.  ❜❛  This wasn't an orphanage. It was a spawn of whatever Hell may truly exist in Teyvat, and Kakavasha lived through it. By the time Arlecchino became the Father of the hearth, she was recruited to be a sleeper agent for the Fatui, stationed wherever she might be needed. Eventually, she climbed her way up the ranks and began to work beneath Pantalone as a debt collector && head of strategic investment. She was never blessed by Celestia, lacking a vision and only harnessing an anemo delusion. The boss form portrayed in HSR click here for link happens to be a form she's capable of maintaining due to the interactions between the delusion and Gaiathra's energy which envelopes && protects her. She is admittedly not entirely fond of working for the Fatui, but she aligns with their detestation of Celestia considering she sympathizes with the victims of the genocide in Khaenri'ah. She is now generally referred to as ''Aventurine'', residing in Snezhnaya despite her utter homesickness. There are many times she must leave the nation & travel for work, however. She's infamous for being someone difficult at times given her sheer wit in negotiations. ❜

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