DD: Iris Listosso

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Name: Iris Listosso
Alias:
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Femme Jolie
Height: Sixty Four Inches
Weight: 119 lbs.
Arcana: Priestess
Faction: Drifting towards evil…but still quite unsure.

Physical Description: Currently, Iris is wearing a pair of khaki pants that taper off towards the knee and flare out as it reaches the foot, a blue, collared shirt accompanied by a casual sweater. Beneath that would be a lavender undershirt which is usually either a tank top or a spaghetti strap shirt. She always wears glasses, since her eyesight is somewhere between bad and worst, and every pair she has looks exactly the same, save for the color on the frames, which occasionally change from time to time. Under her pants, she is most likely wearing a pair of trainers that are more-or-less torn up, but during winter, she is probably wearing a pair of boots to protect her feet from the cold. When she’s cold, she’ll wear warm clothing that has yet to be decided. The purple-magenta hair is cropped short, just above her chin, and she constantly trims it. The hair color happens to be natural, somehow. Her eyes are a shade between sky blue and ocean blue, which strike bold against her hair color, and are also natural. One could describe her as being tanned, since she is rather tanned, and of some Italian descent, indicated by her last name, so unless her hair is short, it will begin to curl and frizz without proper attention.

Personality: Aloof and quiet, Iris is either willing to listen or not going to bother to look at you. She happens to have no particular reason for this, claiming that she doesn’t like emotional attachments, which are made when you care too much. There are few things that she has emotional attachments to, and those things are intangible, vague memories that no longer have a meaning for her. Save for that bracelet, of course, her one tangible object that hasn’t lost meaning yet. She’s quite detached from what normal people would be attached to: boys have not piqued her interest in the slightest, and neither girls.

Evoker: The charm on her bracelet. That little pink one.
Weapon: A staff (more like stick).

Persona: Konohana Sakuya

Skills:
Maragi
Agilao
Media

History: As far as she could remember, it was just her and her mom. All the time. There was never a man, save for her grandfather, and there was never a need for one, save for her grandfather.

Iris was born into this world as an unwanted child, the cause of her parents’ romp in the car after a party, a one night stand. Her mother had no intention of getting pregnant, since having this heavy burden placed on her meant giving up her dream of being an actress. Coming into this world, Iris had no idea that she was the mistake of a union, an embarrassment to her mother and grandparents, and had never been treated as such.

They treated her with love and care, as any parent and grandparent would, because, as they expected, she was a beautiful, healthy child, with odd colored hair and bright blue eyes. She was as happy as any child could be, and as normal as any little girl could be. Life was a breeze—she was intelligent enough to please her grandparents, and every “A+” she received in school would be put on the cork board in front of the kitchen, to show off that aspect.
Then there was that one day: the day that would change her for the worse. Her father had come back for her, claiming that she was his child, on her seventh birthday. The unexpected entrance of this man into her life disrupted many things, like family life and perceptions. When her mother declined the rights to the child, her father, enraged, left immediately. He returned, that night, in the dark cover, to break in, take Iris, and leave.

But first, he had some business to take care of: kill that bitch who prevented him from taking what was really his.

Iris had always been a restless sleeper, and every hour or so, would wake up to the blackness of her room. Had it been any other night, she would’ve gone back to sleep easily, but for some reason, that night, she had a hard time falling asleep. When she walked into her mother’s room, she screamed with horror: that man from earlier today, the one that claimed to be her father, stood over her mother’s motionless body, a bloodied knife poised over her throat. Before she could stop him, he dashed at her, and having no defense, she put her arms up in front of her face, the charm bracelet dangling freely.

There was a sudden pop, like a light bulb, but none of the lights were on. A sweet, mellow voice rang through her head at that moment…

“Thou art I…and I art thou. From the Sea of your Soul, I cometh. I am Konohana Sakuya, princess of the blossoms.”

When she opened her eyes, everything was on fire: her father, her house, her precious mother. But something urged her to leave: she had to live. She gathered what she could, as fast as she could, away from her burning father, and, as she couldn’t escape, cried and screamed for help. Fortunately, one of her neighbors had called the fire department, and saved her life. There were minimal things that she was able to keep: her bracelet, a few pencils, some clothing she could grab, and the stuffed panda her mother gave her last Christmas.

Ever since, she has hoped from orphanage to orphanage, foster home to foster home, where she has finally come to rest in New York, at a boarding school. For her, here, there are no attachments, nothing besides her, her bracelet, and her memories. Since the fire, she hasn’t wielded her persona, but she has experienced the dark hour, and the cold loneliness of the transmogrified people.

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Alors~

Iris Listosso (c) Me
Konohana Sakuya (c) Atlus

Uh....yeah.

I think it's ugly. ;__;