001: RWBY

Jul. 24th, 2015 03:35 pm
eloie: a side-view of the girl from Princess Tutu, Krahae, with short black hair (krahe)
"With my Ball, nothing is impossible!"

Eloie Lavender
Maybe I should have changed her name to Pink instead...

» TITLE: Heiress of Lavender Corp. (former) | huntress-in-training
» AGE: 17
» SEX: Female.
» ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
» WEAPON A: The Ball
» WEAPON B: Fencing Swords
» SEMBLANCE: Dust Manipulation
» OUTFITS:  Battle | Formal Party | Informal
» PERSONALITY:

Eloie is the adopted daughter of Thaddeus and Lissandra Lavender, who live in the kingdom of Atlas.

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eloie: (the ball)
» The Ball is powered by one Infinity Crystal, which functions as a battery, as well as the 'heart' of the machine. The Ball utilizes any dust that is poured into its'chamber for energy and fighting purposes.

The Ball is hungry. The Ball is angry. The Ball... )

The Ball

Jul. 21st, 2015 08:40 pm
eloie: (rima)
or, as it is known by the alternative title: HAH I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT

Having happy and beautiful memories won't always bring you salvation. The more beautiful a memory is, the more painful it can become. It can even become terrifying -- both for the one who's leaving, and for the one left behind...
-Isla, Plastic Memories



The laboratory was a mess of mechanical parts, clock work gears and every inch of the lab was coated in dust. Closing her eyes, Eloie flicked her wrist to the left. She imagined a gust of wind, but halfway through it turned into a hurricane that blew through half of her father's laboratory.

"Sorry!" Eloie peeped through her fingers and whispered, "Wind, die..." She tried not to breathe a sigh of relief. Knowing her, the dust would just explode, and a 6am punishment would not be a great way to start her birthday. "Daddy? Where are you?"

All that's left is to name it. Name it whatever you like, darling -- I've set it to respond only to you, me and your mother. )

Dance with the Demon

Pop'n sense'n may I have this song
Before the world's end, shall we sing the un deux?
My heart, it's yours. Can you hear the beat?
No, no. Not yet. I won't forget how.
Oh my, look and see, what a lovely view!
There, there, the world's a monochrome highway.
Growl and creep, not a single piece will move.

Anyhow, it's dead. Nothing's going to change...