Tear Grants

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Character Name: Tear Grants (formally Mystearica Aura Fende)
Character Series: Tales of the Abyss
Background: If you need more background info, I can direct you to some self-written tealdear.


Personality: For Tear, once she's given herself to a particular goal, she invests her all. Having decided to follow her brother into the military, Tear studies and trains seriously, determined to become "the perfect soldier", though this mindset tends to distance her from the people she's sworn to protect.

Tear is very attached to her brother, and it's no surprise considering that Van is the one who raised her and taught her most of what she would need to know. After their initial clash, Tear also becomes quite fond of her instructor, Legretta, who seems to share in her respect for Van, and manages to provide a woman's viewpoint that Tear had never had in her life before. If something involves her brother, there's very little that can get in Tear's way, and it's due to this that Tear finds herself breaking into a noble house in an attempt to assassinate him. (Whoa, wait?!) Not at all. Tear decides that as his sister, it's her job to stop Van from realizing his plan to destroy the world and replace it with a giant replica, even if it kills the both of them.

Sometimes Tear gets a little too hung up on appearing strong. For example, while operating the passage rings, Tear's body was actually absorbing miasma along with seventh fonons and it was poisoning her. Rather than bringing this up to her companions, they don't find out about it until Tear pretty much faints on the spot.

In her heart Tear's actually very feminine, being attracted by cute animals, objects, and clothes. Because of her role as a soldier, however, she tries to snuff out all traces of this, even claiming that others don't need to think of her as a young woman. She is also afraid of ghosts; fighting monsters is one thing, but don't expect her to revel in scary stories. Rather, she'll most likely remove herself from the room.


Sample Entry:

I can't say I feel that one's attire reflects his or her morality...



Honestly. I never considered the possibility of my uniform being deemed inappropriate... Though, I... I suppose it could... And besides, the styles here are far too elaborate. I don't think they'd suit me particularly well. However, someone like Natalia...

I feel as though I should be following the elections more closely, but at the same time, I know so little about the candidates, that any contribution on my part would be irresponsible and ill-informed.

However, I have discovered something of relative interest. It appears that many languages have developed their own figurative terms and phrases. Simply put: "slang".

Unfortunately, some of their meanings still escape me.

Could anyone possibly explain a "chica", "buzz hype", or a "homeslice"...?

[Yes, this one's actually public.]

From Tataroo Valley plans were made to take a coach back to the capital, but things didn't happen accordingly.

For one, the hyperresonance had transported us further than I had originally suspected, and we were no longer in the Kingdom of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear, but the Malkuth Empire instead. The capital that the coachman had agreed to drive us to was in actuality Grand Chokmah.

For another, a group of bandits called "The Dark Wings" were being chased across the terrain by a Malkuth land dreadnaught (the same we would later travel on, The Tartarus). During the crossfire, the bandits managed to blow a hole in the Rotelro Bridge, which would have been the fastest return route to Baticul.

Instead of continuing on in the wrong direction, we decided to stop in Engeve, a small hamlet known for its produce. This was where we first met Colonel Jade Curtiss of Malkuth, Fon Master Ion, and Fon Master Guardian Anise Tatlin, who would later accompany us... ... not continuously, but frequently; I can't be sure for how long...

After a particular incident, it was discovered that cheagles were stealing food from the local storehouses. We... ... it was decided that we would investigate the matter further.

[Private; Hackable to Any.]
It's strange to think how one careless mistake can lead to so much. How different would things have been if none of such blunders had ever happened?

((OOC: 2% on coach ride to and time spent in Engeve. 36% total spent. None remaining.))

I'm sure this goes without saying, but please refrain from feeding the bears. If you're in possession of food, store it away so that it isn't lying out in the open. The last thing we need is to attract these creatures further or to encourage aggressive behavior.

Remember, they're wild animals - not pets.

...perhaps I should catch up on my reading. I don't know a great deal about gatherings like this.

( Private; unhackable. )

["Trust us"? Tear thinks not, but she isn't taking any chances. She slipped the note into her pocket, took it off to an out-of-the-way place near the shrine, tacked it into the grass with one of her knives, and set about destroying it with a fonic arte.]

That should be sufficient.

[Returns to her self-imposed shrine chores, since there's no one else around to do it, plus her garden needs weeding.]

((2% from event on Shurrey Hill and the preceding conversation with Teodoro = lots and lots of technobabble. 1% remaining, 33% total used.))

Thought I might be needing this copy-pasta in the not-so distant future.

( One must fight to live. )

...just as I thought. Although it would appear these events continue to make less and less sense with time. Wh-what am I even supposed to do with a wedding dress? ...this is embarrassing...

[Private; Hackable.]
I'm quite certain it was around that time. Luke and I went to speak to Grandfather about St. Binah. He seemed quite sure that St. Binah wasn't in danger because there was nothing concerning it written in the Score. Grandfather suggested that we take the Yulia Road back to the Outer Lands if there was any doubt left in our minds. Suffice it to say, we did just that. The Yulia Road connects to the Outer Lands on the Padamiyan continent in Aramis Spring. When we arrived, Guy was waiting for us (to be more specific, he had apparently left Asch and the others to come back for Luke). The Colonel was also there, but for entirely different reasons. After some persuasion, we all headed for Daath to see to a more immediate problem.

[Private; Unhackable.]
So both Akzeriuth and Hod were simply allowed to collapse because their destruction was foretold in the Score?

Grand Maestro Mohs was always dedicated to the fulfillment of the Score. ...he truly intends to start a war between the Malkuth Empire and the Kingdom of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear. I didn't want to believe it, but to kidnap Fon Master Ion and Princess Natalia... There's no doubt left in my mind.

It all falls back on the Score. Even if the Score promises prosperity, should we really just stand by and allow decisions to be made for us? To become spectators?

I can't accept this.

[OOC: 2% on speaking with Teodoro about the Closed Score, returning to the Outer Lands via the Yulia Road, and meeting up with Guy and Jade at Aramis Spring. 2% remaining; 29% total used. Lloyd tl;dr post coming... eventually.]

Am I the only person who's observing a pattern? I think everyone's overreacting. There's no way all of us were involved in matrimony.

[Private; Unhackable.]
This is absurd! The flood of memories seems far too convenient. It's nearly Valentine's Day, and I'm certain the fact that other people are also remembering "being married" is no coincidence at all. It wouldn't make any sense for the island population to be made up almost entirely of couples; most of us don't even come from the same worlds and

...

Getting worked up over this is foolish, regardless of how convincing it might have been. It's not real. It's not. It's

...

...there's obviously something wrong with me.
[/Private.]

[[OOC: Cue MAJOR awkward. Tear's trying to remain rational about all this, really, but she's kind of horribly failing at it.]]