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xxxxxxxxx◙◙◙◙* Female xxxxx◙◙◙◙* 29 xxxxx◙◙◙◙* 5'10" xxxxx◙◙◙◙* 140 lbs. xxxxx◙◙◙◙* Nephaelem
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-▖ NETHER ▸┇ [Locked]
▖ NEPHAELEM ▸┇ Somewhat more capable than a human.
▖ SIXTH SENSE ▸┇ Able to detect divinity/demons; partial.
- - - - - - - I'll save myself in spite of you .》
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Soleil is a thick, chilly shell around a burning ember of resentment and anger, and that's on a good day. On a bad day the ember is stoked, and she all but seethes just under the surface. Fortunately, bad days of this sort are rather few.
For just about as long as she can remember, her world has been composed of herself and her little sister, Luna. Their parents both died when they were very young—young enough that Soleil doesn't actually have any memories of them. They live and have always lived in one of the grimiest, poorest areas of the city, and for the first few years, their survival was touch and go. Soleil developed the personality traits required to cope with this, including a certain hardness of demeanor and cynical way of viewing other people. Her trust is almost impossible to win, her civility default but limited. She isn't cruel or mean-spirited in the main, but her patience for people and wastes of time is limited, and will eventually run out.
She doesn't usually talk much, seeing most conversation as pointless. When she does talk, it's clipped, quiet, and usually in a deadpan voice. Her tone is slightly raspy at the edges, and well into the lower register for a woman. Most of her exchanges with people, be they customers, neighbors, or servicepeople, are perfunctory and as free of the trappings of small talk as possible. There's a certain kind of honesty to her, but she's not dumb enough to say exactly what she thinks all the time. She can and does check herself around people with power over her, and in her position, that's a lot of people. Still, her concealed bitterness means she can't bring herself to flatter or be obsequious, so the best she can manage is "acerbic, but only mildly so."
Soleil is very observant, and good at getting a quick read on people. Threat assessment was a vital skill in her formative years, and it hasn't left her. Wary by default, she rarely lapses in her tendency to track others through rooms, scan them for likely weapons, and so on. One could say she almost never relaxes or loosens up and they'd be right. She's as tightly-wound as piano wire most of the time, though she does a pretty good job affecting a sort of listless lassitude instead.
Indeed, most people who would care to observe her in turn would think her much less sharp than she is; slightly slow even, or at least extremely apathetic. Her face doesn't emote any more than her tone of voice does, and she has a deliberate way of moving that looks efficient and somewhat graceful but also harmless. The truth is, she's had to train herself to do this, as normally her reaction speeds are unusually fast, to the point of perhaps being alarming. She does a lot of work to make herself seem insignificant and unimportant; the one area in which she could even remotely be said to allow her potential to shine is in her job, where she has a well-deserved reputation as a whiz with all things mechanical.
For just about as long as she can remember, her world has been composed of herself and her little sister, Luna. Their parents both died when they were very young—young enough that Soleil doesn't actually have any memories of them. They live and have always lived in one of the grimiest, poorest areas of the city, and for the first few years, their survival was touch and go. Soleil developed the personality traits required to cope with this, including a certain hardness of demeanor and cynical way of viewing other people. Her trust is almost impossible to win, her civility default but limited. She isn't cruel or mean-spirited in the main, but her patience for people and wastes of time is limited, and will eventually run out.
She doesn't usually talk much, seeing most conversation as pointless. When she does talk, it's clipped, quiet, and usually in a deadpan voice. Her tone is slightly raspy at the edges, and well into the lower register for a woman. Most of her exchanges with people, be they customers, neighbors, or servicepeople, are perfunctory and as free of the trappings of small talk as possible. There's a certain kind of honesty to her, but she's not dumb enough to say exactly what she thinks all the time. She can and does check herself around people with power over her, and in her position, that's a lot of people. Still, her concealed bitterness means she can't bring herself to flatter or be obsequious, so the best she can manage is "acerbic, but only mildly so."
Soleil is very observant, and good at getting a quick read on people. Threat assessment was a vital skill in her formative years, and it hasn't left her. Wary by default, she rarely lapses in her tendency to track others through rooms, scan them for likely weapons, and so on. One could say she almost never relaxes or loosens up and they'd be right. She's as tightly-wound as piano wire most of the time, though she does a pretty good job affecting a sort of listless lassitude instead.
Indeed, most people who would care to observe her in turn would think her much less sharp than she is; slightly slow even, or at least extremely apathetic. Her face doesn't emote any more than her tone of voice does, and she has a deliberate way of moving that looks efficient and somewhat graceful but also harmless. The truth is, she's had to train herself to do this, as normally her reaction speeds are unusually fast, to the point of perhaps being alarming. She does a lot of work to make herself seem insignificant and unimportant; the one area in which she could even remotely be said to allow her potential to shine is in her job, where she has a well-deserved reputation as a whiz with all things mechanical.
- - - - - - - I'd rather die / than give up the fight.》
Large chunks of time are missing from Soliel's childhood; she has no memories before the age of ten, actually, which is much later than most people typically start to remember things. What she does recall is that she once had a father and a mother, but that something happened to them. She can't recall what, or their names and faces or anything—just that one day, she knew she was alone and had a very young sister to look after.
For those initial years, they survived on what she could scrounge from dumpsters, pitying restaurant owners, or what neighbors would give them in exchange for chores of various kinds. It wasn't always enough, and Soleil made sure that on the days when only one of them could eat, it was Luna. She'd make up excuses, of course—say she'd already eaten or had managed to get the nice lunch-lady at middle school who wouldn't charge her for school lunch, or whatever made the most sense at the time.
Over this period, she discovered that she had a real knack for mechanics, after helping a local repairman with a few basic chores. She was cheap labor, and so he didn't mind employing her, and in a short time, she was capable of everything he could do and more. He took advantage of this for a few years, outsourcing the hard work to Soleil and taking the majority share of the profits, but by this point, Sol and Luna were eating almost steadily even from the slim cut he gave her, and she was slowly building herself a reputation. People were noticing her talent, and eventually bringing their jobs directly to her.
And therein lay their salvation. Soleil moved into independent business, buying herself a basic toolkit with what she'd managed to save and doing housecalls to fix plumbing or faulty wiring, or patch up a muffler someone couldn't afford to replace. This enabled her and Luna to get off the street, and when Sol finished middle school, she elected to drop out entirely. Even if they were eating regularly now, they couldn't afford two high school tuitions; it was Soleil's firm opinion that Luna was the one who should go. In the meantime, Sol converted the garage of their crummy rental into a proper shop, her business now mostly cars and other complex machinery. At night, she'd study Luna's books and do the same homework assignments, comparing answers when Luna got hers back from whatever teacher. It wasn't real school, but it was something, and though she definitely lacks a conventional education, Soleil is nevertheless extremely intelligent.
And that's pretty much been her life. Right now, she's saving up so that Luna can go to college. It might take a while to get the funds, but the two of them are both working in the meantime. The shop business earns more money by a significant margin than Luna's work as a secretary, but it's also much less stable, and has unpredictable fluctuations which mean that some periods are still very lean for the two young women.
Soleil likes to act as though she's never questioned why she just understands things so much easier than other people do, or why she can lift as much as men twice her size. In fact, she prefers to forget that she can do these things at all, and prefers to keep her head down and go beneath notice. She's perfectly happy to stay buried in the sand, because that's the way she and her sister stay the safest. To most people, their life isn't much at all, but considering how far they've come from two starving, homeless urchins, she'll do anything it takes to protect what they have now.
For those initial years, they survived on what she could scrounge from dumpsters, pitying restaurant owners, or what neighbors would give them in exchange for chores of various kinds. It wasn't always enough, and Soleil made sure that on the days when only one of them could eat, it was Luna. She'd make up excuses, of course—say she'd already eaten or had managed to get the nice lunch-lady at middle school who wouldn't charge her for school lunch, or whatever made the most sense at the time.
Over this period, she discovered that she had a real knack for mechanics, after helping a local repairman with a few basic chores. She was cheap labor, and so he didn't mind employing her, and in a short time, she was capable of everything he could do and more. He took advantage of this for a few years, outsourcing the hard work to Soleil and taking the majority share of the profits, but by this point, Sol and Luna were eating almost steadily even from the slim cut he gave her, and she was slowly building herself a reputation. People were noticing her talent, and eventually bringing their jobs directly to her.
And therein lay their salvation. Soleil moved into independent business, buying herself a basic toolkit with what she'd managed to save and doing housecalls to fix plumbing or faulty wiring, or patch up a muffler someone couldn't afford to replace. This enabled her and Luna to get off the street, and when Sol finished middle school, she elected to drop out entirely. Even if they were eating regularly now, they couldn't afford two high school tuitions; it was Soleil's firm opinion that Luna was the one who should go. In the meantime, Sol converted the garage of their crummy rental into a proper shop, her business now mostly cars and other complex machinery. At night, she'd study Luna's books and do the same homework assignments, comparing answers when Luna got hers back from whatever teacher. It wasn't real school, but it was something, and though she definitely lacks a conventional education, Soleil is nevertheless extremely intelligent.
And that's pretty much been her life. Right now, she's saving up so that Luna can go to college. It might take a while to get the funds, but the two of them are both working in the meantime. The shop business earns more money by a significant margin than Luna's work as a secretary, but it's also much less stable, and has unpredictable fluctuations which mean that some periods are still very lean for the two young women.
Soleil likes to act as though she's never questioned why she just understands things so much easier than other people do, or why she can lift as much as men twice her size. In fact, she prefers to forget that she can do these things at all, and prefers to keep her head down and go beneath notice. She's perfectly happy to stay buried in the sand, because that's the way she and her sister stay the safest. To most people, their life isn't much at all, but considering how far they've come from two starving, homeless urchins, she'll do anything it takes to protect what they have now.
- - - - - - - Don't you know I ain't afraid to shed a little blood? .》
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It's starting to scare her, how much she likes him. Samael is an undeniably-generous person, and Soleil has to watch herself, because sometimes she catches herself thinking that it might be all right to just... rely on him. But she doesn't want to do that. She refuses to be the kid of person who would take advantage. Worse, she just... likes being around him. She dreads what it will be like when he leaves. Because everyone leaves.
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For almost as long as she can remember, Soleil has had no one but Luna. She's the older sister by a considerable margin, and since they were very young has seen it as her responsibility to look after her sibling. This has meant a lot of personal sacrifice, but it's not something she resents even a little bit. She believes in Luna's potential, and wants the best life possible for her.
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She thinks she might kind of like the guy. Soleil's never been one to hold someone's circumstances against them, and however this Mick guy ended up down on his luck, he's clearly helped her sister with some stuff. She as unsure, at first, whether to trust his intentions, especially because she can't pin down what he is. But something about him just feels trustworthy, and the smallest bit... familiar.
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Coding by Aethiya, inspired by maccotango's guide to the same.
