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xxxxxxxxx◙◙◙◙* Female xxxxx◙◙◙◙* 23 xxxxx◙◙◙◙* 5'7 xxxxx◙◙◙◙* 133 lbs. xxxxx◙◙◙◙* Nephaelem
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-▖ AETHER ▸┇ [locked]
▖ NEPHAELEM ▸┇ slightly more resilient than humans
▖ SIXTH SENSE ▸┇ able to detect divinity/demons; partial
- - - - - - - and I'm just a stranger who could be a friend .》
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Growing up on the streets has a way of shaping a person—especially if they were a young child growing up on said streets. Luna counts herself lucky that she had someone to look out for her, otherwise she might have had a very different disposition.
On the outside, Luna appears aloof and reserved. Her expression gives little way of anything other than being as guarded and distrusting as her sister is, however; she's not entirely like that. It's a defense mechanism that was created from the time she lived on the streets, and it's a bit harder to shake off than it seems. It's made her extremely observant of people, though, noticing the smaller details that someone might usually miss. This includes anything from a person's posture, a small change of appearance, or how they're actually feeling. By nature, people speak louder with their actions than actual words, and Luna's learned to read that in order to adjust accordingly.
As cruel as the world is, however; Luna has always had something of an empathetic heart. She's always given to the less fortunate—food, clothes, or what little money she may have for herself—because she knows how it feels to have nothing but the clothes on your back to keep you safe. And it's a shitty feeling, honestly. Life is hard enough as it is, and if she can provide even just a modicum of comfort, she'd gladly do it in a heartbeat. She's a bit of a bleeding heart that way, but she's not entirely naïve. Soleil made sure of that, intentionally or not—you don't escape living in poverty and poor conditions without something of a wary, cynical look to the world.
The way she's learned to cope with it is with a rather dark sense of humor. It's a strange contrast to her otherwise quiet self, but it's usually buried beneath a thick layer of sarcasm. There are a few things she picked up from her sister, and a few things she's learned from attending school. Neither have been easy for her, but despite the hardships she's been through, Luna likes to think of herself as a decent person—compared to most people, at least. She's a bit thick-skinned, and perhaps a little strange, but she's more compassionate than she realizes. It just takes the right amount of coaxing, and perhaps a little more determination, to bring it out.
Still, she's fairly intelligent, perhaps a little more-so than most people. Things have always been easier for her to understand, she's slightly faster and more agile, but she's never really questioned why she's capable of these things. She's accepted it, and learned to incorporate it into different ways. She still manages to stay beneath the radar, but there are times when she wishes she could do more. She has to satisfy herself with her volunteer work and helping out around the shop, for now.
On the outside, Luna appears aloof and reserved. Her expression gives little way of anything other than being as guarded and distrusting as her sister is, however; she's not entirely like that. It's a defense mechanism that was created from the time she lived on the streets, and it's a bit harder to shake off than it seems. It's made her extremely observant of people, though, noticing the smaller details that someone might usually miss. This includes anything from a person's posture, a small change of appearance, or how they're actually feeling. By nature, people speak louder with their actions than actual words, and Luna's learned to read that in order to adjust accordingly.
As cruel as the world is, however; Luna has always had something of an empathetic heart. She's always given to the less fortunate—food, clothes, or what little money she may have for herself—because she knows how it feels to have nothing but the clothes on your back to keep you safe. And it's a shitty feeling, honestly. Life is hard enough as it is, and if she can provide even just a modicum of comfort, she'd gladly do it in a heartbeat. She's a bit of a bleeding heart that way, but she's not entirely naïve. Soleil made sure of that, intentionally or not—you don't escape living in poverty and poor conditions without something of a wary, cynical look to the world.
The way she's learned to cope with it is with a rather dark sense of humor. It's a strange contrast to her otherwise quiet self, but it's usually buried beneath a thick layer of sarcasm. There are a few things she picked up from her sister, and a few things she's learned from attending school. Neither have been easy for her, but despite the hardships she's been through, Luna likes to think of herself as a decent person—compared to most people, at least. She's a bit thick-skinned, and perhaps a little strange, but she's more compassionate than she realizes. It just takes the right amount of coaxing, and perhaps a little more determination, to bring it out.
Still, she's fairly intelligent, perhaps a little more-so than most people. Things have always been easier for her to understand, she's slightly faster and more agile, but she's never really questioned why she's capable of these things. She's accepted it, and learned to incorporate it into different ways. She still manages to stay beneath the radar, but there are times when she wishes she could do more. She has to satisfy herself with her volunteer work and helping out around the shop, for now.
- - - - - - - but you let them into your head.》
Luna doesn't remember much about her childhood, save for the fact that it was difficult. It was always just her and her older sister, Soleil, and Luna doesn't recall much about her parents—only that she knew she had them at some point in her life. What happened to them, who they were, or what they were like, is all lost to her. Their life wasn't easy, and certainly not one a child could endure alone, but Soleil and Luna somehow managed. With a lot of personal sacrifice on Soleil's side, Luna was mostly sheltered from the more grittier aspects of homelessness.
She didn't escape entirely unscathed, but Luna knows it could have been much worse. In order to pay her sister back, Luna did well in school—about as well as she could, anyway. It wasn't a secret that you excelled if you had the money, or if you were planning on selling your soul to a demon at the end of High School. She didn't have the former, and she didn't even entertain the notion of the latter. It would be an insult to all of her sister's hard work, and that was the last thing Luna wanted to do. Soleil had been a pillar of strength for Luna for most of her life, and she'd sacrificed too much for Luna to just throw it away like that. When Luna finally graduated, she spent her first few months searching for a job. She couldn't afford a college tuition—there were multiple reasons for that—and she wanted to help out with the monetary situation.
During the days she was free, Luna filled her free time in one of two ways: volunteering at the homeless shelters, or helping Soleil out in the garage. She wasn't quite as gifted as her sister with the mechanic aspect of the job, but she helped out in any way she could: helping with oil changes, tending to the customers that waited, and even helping out with organizing the invoices and ledger.
There wasn't much else she could offer. When she volunteered at the shelters, Luna helped with dispensing food and gathering whatever donations she could. She remembers the catalyst to her volunteer work being a man who had no gloves during a particular bad winter. She was a teenager then, and wasn't in need of the pair she owned. The cold had never bothered her as much as it did most people, so she gave him her gloves. It was the first time she'd felt like she'd made a difference—small as it may have been, it was something.
When she finally managed to land her first job, though, it was as a waitress at a local restaurant. She worked mainly the lunch shifts, since they were always the busiest, but it was a viable source of income that didn't require much of her. She still had the free time to volunteer, and to help out at the garage. It only lasted about a year before the restaurant had to close. The owner couldn't keep up with his dues to the local boss, and was forced to close his establishment. Luna was lucky enough to find a job two weeks after her layoff through a reference from one of Soleil's clients. Because she was talented at keeping things organized, a local firm hired her to be a secretary. The pay wasn't that good, but it was enough that Luna has worked there for three years. She knows she's being taken advantage of, there just isn't much she can do about it. She does what she can, for now, as a secretary, as a volunteer, and helping Soleil out in the garage.
It's all she can ask for, even though she wishes she could somehow do more.
She didn't escape entirely unscathed, but Luna knows it could have been much worse. In order to pay her sister back, Luna did well in school—about as well as she could, anyway. It wasn't a secret that you excelled if you had the money, or if you were planning on selling your soul to a demon at the end of High School. She didn't have the former, and she didn't even entertain the notion of the latter. It would be an insult to all of her sister's hard work, and that was the last thing Luna wanted to do. Soleil had been a pillar of strength for Luna for most of her life, and she'd sacrificed too much for Luna to just throw it away like that. When Luna finally graduated, she spent her first few months searching for a job. She couldn't afford a college tuition—there were multiple reasons for that—and she wanted to help out with the monetary situation.
During the days she was free, Luna filled her free time in one of two ways: volunteering at the homeless shelters, or helping Soleil out in the garage. She wasn't quite as gifted as her sister with the mechanic aspect of the job, but she helped out in any way she could: helping with oil changes, tending to the customers that waited, and even helping out with organizing the invoices and ledger.
There wasn't much else she could offer. When she volunteered at the shelters, Luna helped with dispensing food and gathering whatever donations she could. She remembers the catalyst to her volunteer work being a man who had no gloves during a particular bad winter. She was a teenager then, and wasn't in need of the pair she owned. The cold had never bothered her as much as it did most people, so she gave him her gloves. It was the first time she'd felt like she'd made a difference—small as it may have been, it was something.
When she finally managed to land her first job, though, it was as a waitress at a local restaurant. She worked mainly the lunch shifts, since they were always the busiest, but it was a viable source of income that didn't require much of her. She still had the free time to volunteer, and to help out at the garage. It only lasted about a year before the restaurant had to close. The owner couldn't keep up with his dues to the local boss, and was forced to close his establishment. Luna was lucky enough to find a job two weeks after her layoff through a reference from one of Soleil's clients. Because she was talented at keeping things organized, a local firm hired her to be a secretary. The pay wasn't that good, but it was enough that Luna has worked there for three years. She knows she's being taken advantage of, there just isn't much she can do about it. She does what she can, for now, as a secretary, as a volunteer, and helping Soleil out in the garage.
It's all she can ask for, even though she wishes she could somehow do more.
- - - - - - - I won't let you slip away .》
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Mick is a strange one, but she likes him. He's been really helpful around the shelter on the days that she sees him, and well... he's been helpful in other ways, too. It's nice to have someone to talk to who isn't Sol. Not that she wouldn't talk to her sister, but sometimes having someone else to talk to can put things in a different perspective. She wonders how old he really is, though. He says things that confuse her sometimes, but, well, she's just glad he actually talks to her.
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Life for the Nishant sister's has never been easy. Soleil has made a lot of personal sacrifices for Luna, and she hopes to repay that in kind one day. Luna knows it must be hard on Sol, so she does her best to help out where she can. Whether it's with the shop, running errands, or some other task, she hopes she's alleviating some of the burden from Soleil. Luna hopes Soleil knows that she can count on her, too.
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Why is he so invested in helping her and Soleil out? It's obvious that Luna and Sol can't offer him anything, however; Sam just confuses Luna. Sure, he seems nice enough, and the way he interacts with Sol is hilarious, but still. What does he actually want from them? Why is he going out of his way to help two people he barely knows? She just... doesn't get him, really. He's been too good to them, and Luna is afraid that it might bite her and Sol in the ass, later.
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Coding by Aethiya, inspired by maccotango's guide to the same.
