She wondered why the record stopped
Mriya Clear-skies | |
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Artist | Mezepheles (Base) |
Background Information | |
Creator | Mayuri |
Coder | roaff |
Main Attribute | Clumsy |
Elemental Attribute | Air |
Theme Animal | Birds |
Theme Color | White |
MBTI | - |
Character Information | |
Status | -Alive |
Age | 5-7 years old |
Gender | - Demigirl |
Pronouns | - She/It |
Orientation | - Bisexual Aromantic |
Occupation | - Physics Student (formerly) |
Tribe | - LightWings |
Allies | - unknown |
Enemies | - unknown |
Powers | - tribal |
Weaknesses | -weak muscles, trusts too much |
Loves | -physics, birds |
Quote | - |
“Surfacing beneath malaise
A game of cards went on for days
Escalated fog disease,
They’ve fallen to their knees”
Mriya has bluish off white scales with shine, she has white under scales.
She has yellow and blue accents on her wings and a stripe which is colored blue and yellow running down from her neck to tail, she has black eyes.
Out of thousands gathered, asking how and why
Caught and tamed the unexplained,
Formed a semblance of their normalcy
And took it to their graves“Watch, perhaps forgotten,
A girl preserved throughout the years,
Repainted in the prism past,
We’re holding hands at long last”
Mriya is....well Mriya. She has s**t self esteem, trusts somebody with their soul despite the obvious red flags, is an idiot and is physically and mentally pathetic...did I mention it is emotionally unstable and clumsy??
However, she isn't really world's most awful person. She is friendly and imaginative, stealthy at times and pretty polite in general.
A girl preserved throughout the years,
Repainted in the prism past,
We’re holding hands at long last“Fortified by age-old condolences,
Drawings of the northern lights,
God, give us clearer skies!”
Mriya grew up living in a regular LightWing household, having physical weakness. She was usually coddled and outcasted by her fellow tribemates
Other than that, it seemed pretty optimistic that their life would turn around so, when they got the chance and learned about physics, she got a huge interest in physics so she went to the local lightwing physics teacher to well teach her
Her life seemed nice...Until she decided to fly off in a storm like a f**king dumba** and ended up being thrashed to some random ahh island in the middle of F**KING NOWHERE with other idiots, some exiled criminals and a colonizer
yep, the last paragraph is I had to Die to Survive summarized
Furthering the questions asked,
Hands tied behind our backs,
Bared fangs behind a maskSet reminders, sworn to pray
She swallowed whole another day
Taking in the world at play,
It's brighter than the sun“'Caught and Tamed the Unexplained”
Neutral
WIP
“Repainted in the prism past”
Neutral
WIP
“Bared Fangs Behind The Mask”
Negative WIP
“Set reminders Sworn to Pray”
Neutral
WIP
“Behind The Show, A Better View”
Neutral-Positive
WIP
Reprimands sit in the brew
Behind the show, a better view
Aggravated fog disease,
Collapsing to their knees
play,
text
text
text
Out of thousands gathered, asking how and why
Who's to blame?“Is it mundane?
Maybe tangible by needlework?
They're desperate for a name!”
- Her design is based off a An-225 plane
- Along with the fact above, Her name is Dream in Ukranian
- If I had to Die to Survive ever became a VOCALOID song series using vocal synths, They would probably be potrayed by Mai
- Definitely changes perspective every time they study a philosopher
“Burned,
A language unlearned,
The arbitrary colors of a variegated disarray”
Drawings of the northern lights,
God, give us clearer skies!Furthering the questions asked,
Hands tied behind our backs,
Bared fangs behind a mask”
- Aura - Ghost and Pals
- Iolite Ni - Ghost and Pals
- DEATHBODY - Ghost and pals, Carbon Monoxide and Vane Lily
- Chronic Wasting Disease - RIProducer
- Small Shock - Toby Fox/Undertale OST
- Puella in Somnio - Yuki Kajiura/Puella Magi Madoka Magica OST
- Rät - Penelope Scott (E)
- I DONT KNOW - Ghost and Pals
“Tell me when the fog will subside
Please, tell me when the fog will subside
Poorly held together condolences
Drowning out the northern lights”
Pay more for old advice
Open-eyed, entangled in promises,
Buried under dying homes,
Hands tied in golden thorns