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Aventurine
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penned by veer . twenty-one . he/her . est tmz .
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Notice
PLEASE BE AWARE THAT β¦ 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 traumaporn 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 : π‘ π¬ π±
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Rule 001.
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hello, i go by many aliases β mainly veer. please don't be afraid to reach out to plan connections or plot, i'll definitely be more than willing to flesh something out together ! i can be a bit reclusive but that doesn't mean i'm disinterested whatsoever, i try my best to reach out myself, too. i'm ok with interacting with all characters, whether it be canon characters, npc's, and original characters!! i am open to all headcanons and portrayals as long as they are respectful and honor the character. this carrd is still in the process of being updated. this carrd will be heavily canon divergent in comparison to some contents in canon because of the stereotypes implemented by hoyoverse which i do not feel comfortable including in my own portrayal. also, my interpretation's design has darker skin, but i want to iterate that regardless of her design in game, she is still a person of color in canon. i don't like that people ignore that she is romani because of her skin tone ; rroma are a diverse group of people. that being said, i only look to add more brown characters to the cast since hyv is allergic to melanin and it makes me happy as a brown person myself (: thx !! i portray kakavasha as turkish rromani due to the roots of her name and allegories in the game.
Rule 002.
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my aventurine interp identifies as trans femme, && exclusively uses she/her + feminine nouns. i'm not going to argue with y'all. please respect this in the spaces we share. i don't have any interest in impeding and pushing my headcanon onto other people, but it should make sense that if you're going to write somewhere i coexist, i would rather you abide by her identification. be normal?... i can't believe i have to write this down here because of past experiences, if you have an off feeling about her being a trans woman, ask yourself why that is and maybe look inwards. i can't control what you do though, so i'm going to set the boundary of if you continuously misgender her after being made aware, i will not be rude but i will also not interact with you out of character for the sake of my own sanity. i don't enjoy writing in servers that allow people to be judgmental over headcanons anyway. i'm also not going to bother to reason with someone who can't understand that the transhet experience is often queer adjacent when you don't even know what it's like.
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Rule 003.
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in terms of certain characters that have treated aventurine poorly in canonverse : i would prefer people who are able to acknowledge their racist aspects in canon and write them in a way that does not reflect discriminatory behavior. if you're curious what i mean by this, feel free to ask me and i can give you a summary + direct you to some threads made by romani people, since their weigh ins should be priority !! i trust that most people don't look to write them out of malice so as long as you're kind and sensitive to their controversies we'll be fine. i'm cautious with my portrayal because as much as i care for aventurine, there are a lot of flaws in her portrayal in terms of anti-rroma stereotypes. many people have just been weird. recognize that while fiction && reality do not exist on a 1:1 basis, it does not mean that it cannot influence real life. especially because avgin people are based off of a real ethnic group that experiences violence, discrimination, and oppression to this day. i interpret aventurine to suffer from bpd and OSDD, so aspects and behaviors might reflect this throughout the roleplay if it's ever applicable.
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Rule 004.
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with that out of the way, i don't want to come across as rigid but i'm very protective over aventurine as a source and have seen way too much from this fandom. unironically, i've been ridiculously harrassed and slandered for not being interested in enabling sparkle stans or people who allow her to be written in a manner in which she's still in possession of racist rhetoric, and not reformed. if you want to portray me as problematic and make shit up about me for the sake of your canonically racist fav, the call is coming from inside the house. anyway, as long as you're normal we will get along fine. my favorite thing about group roleplays is the network of dynamics beyond shipping, i really enjoy writing with people who aren't only ship-oriented. i'm always open to plot with anyone who wishes, i just prefer to not be the only one coming up with ideas since that happens a lot && i'd appreciate mutual effort since pulling all the weight on mapping things out doesn't make things as fun. i try to put research into my muses' cultures, however if i've missed something please let me know.
Sample 001
aventurine's never minded their contrasts. she cherishes them as much as she has their similarities. after all , if there is one thing she cannot stomach , it is boredom and the mundaneness of many people she's been subjected to. her hand slides to where his heart would be, eyes gentle on where it rests.
" the heart just might by the most powerful thing in this world. even if the brain and heart can both do as much harm as aid , the mind will never compare to the intangible essence of the heart. there's a reason , .... such a powerful emotion... is called β heart break , despite festering in your brain , you know ?.. "she relaxes against him as she feels him wrap around her. this coziness in another's arms, it's foreign. perhaps, the first time anyone has ever held her in such a way. her sinuses feel achey at the thought.
" i almost worry , ... ahaha , that you've come to fall for this character i play. i mean , not that i'd blame you β i set myself up for this , binding myself to that contract with jade and agreeing to take up a new identity. i can't help it, though. no amount of good , ... is worth how terrible it feels. it's all i've known. i'm , .... not like you. i can't accept my unabashed self , i can't come to accept everything life has to offer to me. however, whoever this aventurine may be, ... she can "
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"you've hardly ever been the kind of man to exude consistency, yet you manage to be when it counts, at least. you're a bit of a wildcard yourself, mm? that's what i like about you. finesse at its finest."she lets their fingers interlace at first, the warmth of his kiss upon her knuckles leaving her chest feeling light. kakavasha is finding her heart come undone, the tender indents of age becoming prominent upon the same smile that of which she'd been smitten by since the first time they'd laid eyes upon one another.
" i ... feel a lot better now, hahah ; for a while, i was left wondering whether "kakavasha" would be part of the package you were looking for from me ... and you should know i'd deliver whatever's to your liking so long as it keeps us and our fates tied together, no matter how slippery they may be. but, to think that you came to love every facet it's , .... an overwhelmingly sweet epiphany. even if it worries me in terms of my skill at deception in all forms of art, i'll chalk it down to you being one of a kind. "she hopes to etch tonight into something to remember, for as long as it may be able to reside within her intangible cranny of imaginary polaroids. *and yet* , ... the gentle expression that melts her pupils to that of hearts fades to a perplexed one. she emits a *soft scoff* in response to his notions as she nuzzles into his touch, adoringly so.
" oh you're funny. saying what makes my stomach spit out frogs and butterflies , and only then trying to allude that ... what ? you're a figment of my imagination ? .... not real ? β ... right. i totally phased you into existence. "
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Introduction
β You overestimate my confidence, friend. I can't blame you. From where the audience stands , they only ever catch sight of the finger pulling the trigger , .... Rather than the other hand which I cloak behind my back. It's a ritual : clutching to my chips for dear life, silently berating my grasp for how it trembles. That ' certainty ' you speak of , ... It's not quite so simple. I havee my predictions. I'll risk it all for the future I imagine ; it will be based off of each and every hand I possess , even the way I read the players of this ' game ' .... But , that doesn't change the fact that I'm a mere deadman in waiting. Waiting , ... For the other shoe to drop. β
What does it mean to be one of the stonehearts? Aventurine : A name birthed by the fires of greed that relentlessly plague our world. Said greed was not even her own. Perhaps Kakavasha had no alternative but to succumb to this insidious " infection ". Contracts were laced with fine print that bound her freedom, while powerful stakeholders dictated her moves, leaving little room for dissent. Such a life eroded her integrity. Her fight to simply exist had cost her the very essence of who she was. Or so one may believe. Beneath the facade of a woman who thrives on defying the odds, lie the indelible fragments that never wilted. Memories of her family, and her sister's will, as well as why she lives on despite her chronic misery taunt her in the shape of phantoms. Taking on the persona of "Aventurine" could never diminish her heart, even if it is encased in stone and ice β a stark contrast to the deserts in which she was raised. The memories of scorching sand and the warmth of familial bonds stand in stark opposition to the coldness she now embodies. It's just a rock. An anti-savior. A wager that binds her to her entrapment. It also tethers her to the reason she was not sent to the gallows. However, that was something she orchestrated by herself. The fact she was willing to shatter her cornerstone says enough. Quite a statement to leave behind, after conducting a scheme that bordered suicide. She must veil her disdain. When the time is right, she vows to tear this imprisoning corporation apart, limb by limb. Liberation through vengeance, and carrying on her people's legacy, is why she keeps going. Even so, being part of an affiliation that catalyzed her loved ones' genocide is what you could call hell on earth. Free herself, and all that would be waiting is the gallows. So, perhaps the only way to endure is through a self-fashioned Stockholm syndrome β clinging to the illusion of loyalty and gratitude for her hardships, as a means of survival.
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About
name kakavasha bal.
facade aventurine.
age mid twenties.
pronouns she/her.
gender genderqueer, transfem.
orientation gallagher.
birthday may 6th.
clan avgin.
ethnicity turkish rromani.
work ipc's stoneheart.
niche distressed asset liquidation.
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Typology
mbti enfj
enneagram 6w7
alignment chaotic good.
tritype 683.
the big 5 SLOEN.
sun sign taurus.
moon sign gemini.
venus sign taurus.
rising sign aries.
mercury sign aquarius.
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Appearance
description with a presentation as striking and eloquent as her's, kakavasha need not try to turn heads. everything about her attire speaks extravagance ; some even compare her flair to how a peacock may flaunt its plumage. her most prominent feature happens to be that gaze of magenta and turquoise. yet, they are often cloaked by rose-colored glasses. to kakavasha, her presentation is a veil, a shield that encompasses her true self. at least, the most vulnerable aspects. in truth, many authenticities still shine through. indeed, she has an adoration for refined clothing β furred boas, embroidery, handcrafted watches, and perfumes of tender aroma. kakavasha also dons several golden-silver hued piercings : pearls along her knuckles, a nose stud, and one upon her navel. her body is a canvas of moles spelling out different constellations β the stars that watched over her home planet to be exact, a blessing from gaiathra. a cruel branding engraves her neck, one which she wishes to cover up with a tattoo, and yet the IPC's oppressive sentiments deny her of it.
tattoos each of them are a semblance of something important to her. they tell a wordless story. one along her forearm is scribed with "every man dies, not every man lives". her back is painted with flowers, and a symbol of gaiathra's third eye is where the "X"-like mark is in the picture. over her shoulder, honey bees nestle amongst their hive, homage to her beloved clan. and of course, a peacock tracing her right thigh. there is a tattoo without a picture here. her family's names are written on her left palm, hidden by her glove : her father yΓΌcel, her mother aygΓΌl, and big sis hazal.
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her attachment style can be defined as anxious, bordering something that could be considered disorganized. she doesn't often display this outwardly. in reality, she exudes a faux casualness towards humanity. yes, they're all the equivalent of vultures, picking at fallen corpses until there is nothing left of them but raw bones. kakavasha will openly speak about her derivations, but wears a face failing to exhibit that she is even the slightest bit phased. at the end of the day, to her understanding, she finds that everyone will turn their back to her once they've picked her apart. it's inevitable. all she can do is mirror this selfishness and exploit the circumstances. she will rake in whatever she can. it's a subtle breed of desperation.
Heart
beloved by gallagher <3 link. for someone as lonely and starved of close dynamics as she is, kakavasha forms attachments rather easily. this is not to be confused with trust, as she harbors little of that for most people β fairly tactical with something so fragile. yet, from her point of view, her very own heart does not deserve that same tenderness and care. when someone can offer even the slightest bit of pleasant company, she sinks her teeth into them and can't bear to let them go. all she carries with her is persistence and value in the form of what she can give other people, transactionally speaking.
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so, one could say that the way in which she loves is equally as desperate, bordering codependency. it's something that can be considered uncharacteristic of her, at least by those who fail to look beneath the surface. her inner child is still prevalent, buried deep within her beating heart β enclosed by its pericardium which stomached daggers to keep her breathing. one could say that her heart's outer flesh has scabbed over so thickly that it has formed another, new heart in of itself. unrecognizable. yet, still hers. it conceals her true heart, the one that exudes softness, vulnerability, and altruism. these are all aspects of her which are cloaked by mechanisms and behavior's she's had to learn to survive ; naturally, it bleeds into her relationships.
her love languages primarily consist of gift giving and acts of service on the giving end. however, physical touch and quality time are important to her as well. especially with gallagher being a history fictionologist, she often falls into the habit of seeking assurance that he is still with her, and hasn't faded away. she finds a safe haven in his arms, his voice, && the familiar fragrance of tobacco and sweets. in terms of the receiving end, she needs reciprocation, attentiveness, and presence, above all else. she isn't picky otherwise. while kakavasha has an inclination towards spoiling her lover, she does not seek any materialistic returns. instead, what she looks to buyout is affections. this is a habit which has begun to subside, considering her intimacy with gallagher and how he insists that their engagements do not need to be transactional. he is the first prolonged taste of unconventional love that she's experienced. admittedly, her care for him is rooted in a favorite person attachment. there is an agony which comes with it, but given their mutual fixations revolving around one another, the security and love can always be re-established.
gallagher is who she would call her soulmate, if she were to believe they exist. fate is not a legitimate phenomenon. in her eyes, it's pure luck that they crossed paths at siobhan's bar when they did. he complements and contrasts her in ways that no one else could dream of. their general impressions on people differ dramatically, but at their core, they are one and the same: two great pretenders, orchestrating their aspirations and fooling the family until the very end. they would never fault the other or feel that their lover is subhuman for portraying themselves falsely, because they understand that sometimes life calls for disingenuous acts. their mutual trickery has only left them holding even more tightly to one another. kakavasha didn't experience a feeling of betrayal when gallagher admitted to who he truly was, before she'd committed to potential suicide at the stadium. her adoration for him grew, and she was only able to grieve the potential of losing him ... kakavasha could only imagine how lonely it must have been, to play a role and have only himself as guidance. she's only ever truly felt blessed by gaiathra when she is with him. he is the first time she's been able to let go of veiled resentment towards her god. perhaps, it is him who's come to alleviate everything else she's experienced, up until this point. the universe's saccharine, unspoken apology. he was the 'sweet death' she'd been seeking in penacony, all along.
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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 β 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 β 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 oneβs 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 β 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 β 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 β 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 β 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 β 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 π‘ π¬ π±
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. She was only a teenager. THE MOST REGRETTABLE π‘ π¬ π±
(#rules) 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 β 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 β 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 β 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' 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 β shattered to pieces within that bag of worthless jewels. JUDGEMENT day came when Aventurine would see Sunday β 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 β 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 β 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 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, seeking out what it meant 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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casino owner , mid twenties.
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content creator && event planner
β 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 β to risking it all just to put food on the table β 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 β 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 ". β
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performing arts professor.
transfem lesbian. she/her
β Kakavasha aspired to be on stage since a young age ; she hails from a land outside of the Island, but not quite too far. Having grown up with her family, they made a living through embroidering and beekeeping. Throughout her academic career, she's been known for her capabilities in the arts. β
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β She enjoys embroidery and wood whittling, but her true passion lies in studying her people's language. With so few records remaining, she has pursued every possible means to learn what she can. Unfortunately, there is no one left to pass the language on, and as a result, what she speaks is somewhat broken. Nonetheless, her dedication remains true to the heart. She now celebrates both Kakava and Bajram on her own, driven by a deep sense of sentimentality. Kakavasha harbors rather convoluted sentiments towards rainstorms. It was once a blessing and unspoken birthday wish β prosperous for crops and to drink when her people resided in the dessert. The concept of an oasis was sparse, just a dream above all else. Now, it reminds her of the most agonizing day she had ever lived through. The beginning of the end. * β
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β Gratitude happens to be a defining characteristic for her; her sister, Hazal, made her promise to never resent the gift she was born with. It never mattered how difficult things would turn out; some nights Kakavasha grit her teeth, falling asleep with her lips murmuring a wordless 'thank you'. Her people, who lived off the land, held nature in the highest regard. Though she may engage with certain aspects of capitalism, she despises how it has fractured the sacred relationship many civilizations once had with Mother Earth, in all of its forms across different worlds. She's conducted a restorative project which operates independent of the IPC. β
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β I can easily imagine her concealing a revolver beneath her pant leg or strapped to her ankle, much like mafia members did in the past. Itβs a discreet and practical way to carry a weapon, reminiscent of her daily routine in the gun range. The subtle placement allows quick access while maintaining an unassuming appearance. As a matter of fact, one could consider her to be a sort of gun enthusiast, in the sense that she views their components and structure as an art form rather than a source of calamity. She is less of a materialist, and more of a sentimentalist. Kakavasha has a few glass cased displays in her home, consisting of several collections: limited and exclusive perfumes, watches, and artillery. Click here to view her favorite gun model of hers. β
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β One could say she takes after a public figure at times, considering her adoration for the performing arts and music. Alongside these passions, she has a strong social media presence and even enjoys livestreaming her interests. Kakavasha is known to be a big fan of Tears of Themis, Mystic Messenger, and other otomes. (Her favorites happen to be 707 and Vyn Richter). She also has a knack for reviewing different performances and movies. Her favorite opera originates from the Luofu, known as 'Wedding Wine'. The taste of honey is as endearingly sweet as it is bitter to her, considering her people were known as beekeepers for the sake of cultivating honeyβ one of the only reliable resources in the desert. This is why her last name is ''Bal''. β
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β Canonically, Kakavasha takes care of three black cat cakes. I like to think that they were gifted to her by Dr. Ratio who has close connections with Ruan Mei. She is quite fond of the idea of tending to these sweet little guys because of her disdain for the stereotype of black cats being 'bad luck'. No one is sure whether she's come to prove the superstition wrong, or if Gaiathra's blessing simply subdued the negative effects. She has raised them since they were kittens. Tequila takes after her name β feisty and needs a while to warm up, exhibiting a peculiar yet endearing appearance (think of Jinx the cat from tiktok lol). Mariposa is a very sleepy baby who will do anything for food. Dorada has dwarfism, is hyper, and bouncing around finding new hiding spots, always trying to get the other girlies to play β
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Topaz
β kakavasha has a peculiar way of conveying her fondness for people, and topaz is one of many people who are subjected to this. irritating banter is an unspoken means of checking in on her. topaz' compassion is something she admires. possessing a heart as big as hers is a risk in of itself, and kakavasha respects the fact she's willing to play. not to mention, topaz plays the game fairly well, even in the face of being dealt less than ideal hands. topaz may display disdain towards aventurine outwardly, but her reactions when she is in harm's way leave it evident that there is some level of care which topaz gravitates towards. β
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Jade
β ah, yes. lady jade. it's clear that she is grooming kakavasha to step up and follow suit. her guileful means are often venomous if you don't exercise caution, but kakavasha has been burned so many times that she's become numb to it. you could joke that it's difficult to discern whether jade is a questionable mother figure, or an emotionally repressed wine aunt. either way, their relationship is quite the opposite of liberating. unlike topaz, her feelings towards jade are conflicting β convoluted. at the very least, jade is similar to aventurine in the sense that (as a businesswoman) she stays true to her word. the true power play comes into deciphering her cryptic intentions. β
Acheron
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Dr. Ratio
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Robin
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Sunday
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Boothill
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Sparkle
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Trailblazer
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Gallagher
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