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Imbued in her since creation, Lux has been gifted an enchantment, though not worn by her. No, it's instead been placed upon her familiars, manifesting as a shining rune above their heads that glows bright when active. The enchantment - dubbed to be Feeling Lucky by her friends - does just as it's named, makes folk lucky.
How exactly that luck manifests depends wholly on the afflicted. For some it is just true luck, others it's finding something they lost, some a winning streak - it's unruly and unpredictable, but it essentially winds up being a bit of a lucky rabbit's foot for as long as Lux and her mice stick around.
How exactly that luck manifests depends wholly on the afflicted. For some it is just true luck, others it's finding something they lost, some a winning streak - it's unruly and unpredictable, but it essentially winds up being a bit of a lucky rabbit's foot for as long as Lux and her mice stick around.
Lux has been able to manifest a small swarm of house mice since her creation. Oddly funny, considering she used to eat them and swat them about curiously, but these ones don't look at her with anything more than a returned curiousness.
The mice themselves are, in fact, a very small swarm. 3 total, all ranging from black, to dark Earthy brown, to a lighter toasted tone, and each adorning a kind enchantment and strings of English ivy coiled tight around their tails. They're very similar to Lux in terms of personality, with their own quirks anyway. The black mouse is the most outgoing, the lightest the meekest, and the more dirty colored the calmest. Together the three of them cause plenty of trouble, always following Lux closely and stealing anything they can get their grubby little paws on. They're sweet on folk, especially on Lux, and are always up to join in on the adventures she and her fellas run to go on.
The mice themselves are, in fact, a very small swarm. 3 total, all ranging from black, to dark Earthy brown, to a lighter toasted tone, and each adorning a kind enchantment and strings of English ivy coiled tight around their tails. They're very similar to Lux in terms of personality, with their own quirks anyway. The black mouse is the most outgoing, the lightest the meekest, and the more dirty colored the calmest. Together the three of them cause plenty of trouble, always following Lux closely and stealing anything they can get their grubby little paws on. They're sweet on folk, especially on Lux, and are always up to join in on the adventures she and her fellas run to go on.
A collection of things she's garnered and manifested.
Glass chimes adorned like an earring, and old coins coiled tight around her wrist. She manifested them after finding such items out in the wild, finding them endlessly curious enough to bring to light on her already shiny body. She likes the noises they make.
Glass chimes adorned like an earring, and old coins coiled tight around her wrist. She manifested them after finding such items out in the wild, finding them endlessly curious enough to bring to light on her already shiny body. She likes the noises they make.
Background
Eclectic | Childish | Impulsive
In her past life, Lux was always a rowdy thing. She grew up in a more built upon city, taken in as a young kitten by her family amidst a storm, and she was for all intensive purposes cherished. The children loved her, the mother too, but the father always had a bit of hesitancy towards her. She loved him despite it, never afraid to hop onto the space next to him or to rub kind affection against his leg, and she was a very kind little cat indeed.
She was, however, rowdy. Lux had a habit of stealing food and objects from her owners - usually ignored by the kids, but annoying by the adults. She'd bring dead things into the house, get into places she shouldn't, and over all had a tendency to make a bit of a mess. She loved easily, but not without flaw. She'd more then once broken something of value without understanding it, had watched curiously as objects fell and cracked against the floor and always cowered when her owners would yell at her. She loathed the noise, but couldn't help herself anyway. It was a shiny object after all. Why shouldn't she want to mess with it? Even more so, they never liked her habit of bringing things into their space. Mice, sticks, dirt, birds - hell even snakes -- if it was able to fit in her mouth she'd drag it inside without fail. Present it like a gift and hide it in her bedding for comfort and fun. To say they weren't amused was the least you could say - they went far enough to get her declawed to try and stop the behavior where it started.
But surely, Lux would reason later, that wasn't annoying enough to warrant abandoning her in the middle of nowhere? To leave her to starve and rot on her own at no more then a couple years old? Surely not.
As a spirit, however, Lux hasn't let her unfortunate near end and abandonment get to her. She meets everyone new and old with a happy introduction and an offering in the form of a random trinket she's collected and deems fitting for them. She never turns away a weary soul, never shies from those who meet her with bitterness, and instead offers them what she was granted before. A smile, a kind gesture, and - in her own little show of affection - an offer of adventure. She collects the sweet and the bitter like trinkets themselves, treats them with endless joy and showers them in fun trouble making, and should you ever need her she's happy to be there, even if she isn't the best suited for the trouble. She's a bit of a ditz, childish by nature and always thirsting for the new, the strange, the thrill, but she loves wholly and opens her home to those who need it most.
She does, however, have a habit of stealing. Lux, much like in her past life, adores the shiny and the strange. She collects dead things, soft things, wet things, shiny and broken and beautiful things. She takes them all and hoards them, filling her home with them to the point they spill out like water from a bathtub, and to her, nothing is off limits. The little soul was never exactly taught right from wrong. Not to say she's cruel, no no, far from it in fact. She's endlessly kind and she knows the core of it all, she knows not to be mean and she knows when to offer aid, but in terms of boundaries she's a little fuzzy. She gets into people's space, she pushes and prods at them, she steals their things no matter what it is and pouts when it won't stay with her. She is, on all accounts, a thief. And not just for Esk. Humans will have their things taken, animals, dumps, masses beneath the waters - Lux cares not who it came from, only what it is. She isn't materialistic, per se, but she has a preference. The trinkets make her feel kind. Cared for. At home.
Despite her kindness though, and her sweet nature, Lux isn't all sunshine all the time. It's hard to crack her exterior, because she is simply by nature just a sweet and sunny lil gal. She loves kindly, she doesn't falter at the crude, she doesn't blink at the scary. She pushes forward and beams bright at them and offers a shiny thing or a strange thing or a curious thing as a gift. As a sign of friendship. She is, by nature, childish. She's blissfully unaware more often then not, and she has a hard time understanding when to read the room if it changes suddenly. She's the life of the party, and it's hard to break that shell at times.
But more then that, Lux is nervous. Despite her closest companions best efforts, and despite the opinions of many, she does notice things. She's certainly not observant but she is aware. She knows that things within her village home are cruel and shaking, a rope fraying at the edges, and she's aware that stuff is falling apart. She knows, above all else, that those she loves and adores are trying to hide that fact from her, and she doesn't know why. Realistically she understands they probably don't think she'd understand it, and maybe they're right. Maybe she wouldn't. But that 'maybe' eases her nerves little, and beneath her bright smiles and sunny attitude, she is a nervous child. She fears being abandoned again. She believes that one day they may grow tired of her and her hoarding attitude, fears that maybe one day they'll put her in another car and send her flying off to another village in the middle of nowhere to rot and die again.
She knows, realistically, they wouldn't do that. Realistically, everyone is fine with how she is, if a little frustrated at times. But that doesn't ease the urge to know. To understand, to push and beg for answers. She just,,, doesn't want to be left out is all. She wants to be useful. To prove she can handle it.
Altogether, Lux is kind and eclectic thing. Misguided and a bit rough around the edges in terms of mentality, for she simply does not understand, but she is nothing but kind to make up for it. She's eager to please no matter the situation, always happy to make others laugh and enjoy themselves no matter the cause, and she fully admits to jumping the gun at times. She's impulsive to a fault, agrees readily without thinking as long as it sounds fun or thrilling, and she's easy to lead astray with the promise of shiny things and pretty objects. But she is, all in all, sweet. She loves like no tomorrow, offers herself till she bleeds dry, and would do it all over again once she recovers. She's easy. She's a bit of an airhead. But she's sweeter than candy, and sometimes that's all people need.
In her past life, Lux was always a rowdy thing. She grew up in a more built upon city, taken in as a young kitten by her family amidst a storm, and she was for all intensive purposes cherished. The children loved her, the mother too, but the father always had a bit of hesitancy towards her. She loved him despite it, never afraid to hop onto the space next to him or to rub kind affection against his leg, and she was a very kind little cat indeed.
She was, however, rowdy. Lux had a habit of stealing food and objects from her owners - usually ignored by the kids, but annoying by the adults. She'd bring dead things into the house, get into places she shouldn't, and over all had a tendency to make a bit of a mess. She loved easily, but not without flaw. She'd more then once broken something of value without understanding it, had watched curiously as objects fell and cracked against the floor and always cowered when her owners would yell at her. She loathed the noise, but couldn't help herself anyway. It was a shiny object after all. Why shouldn't she want to mess with it? Even more so, they never liked her habit of bringing things into their space. Mice, sticks, dirt, birds - hell even snakes -- if it was able to fit in her mouth she'd drag it inside without fail. Present it like a gift and hide it in her bedding for comfort and fun. To say they weren't amused was the least you could say - they went far enough to get her declawed to try and stop the behavior where it started.
But surely, Lux would reason later, that wasn't annoying enough to warrant abandoning her in the middle of nowhere? To leave her to starve and rot on her own at no more then a couple years old? Surely not.
As a spirit, however, Lux hasn't let her unfortunate near end and abandonment get to her. She meets everyone new and old with a happy introduction and an offering in the form of a random trinket she's collected and deems fitting for them. She never turns away a weary soul, never shies from those who meet her with bitterness, and instead offers them what she was granted before. A smile, a kind gesture, and - in her own little show of affection - an offer of adventure. She collects the sweet and the bitter like trinkets themselves, treats them with endless joy and showers them in fun trouble making, and should you ever need her she's happy to be there, even if she isn't the best suited for the trouble. She's a bit of a ditz, childish by nature and always thirsting for the new, the strange, the thrill, but she loves wholly and opens her home to those who need it most.
She does, however, have a habit of stealing. Lux, much like in her past life, adores the shiny and the strange. She collects dead things, soft things, wet things, shiny and broken and beautiful things. She takes them all and hoards them, filling her home with them to the point they spill out like water from a bathtub, and to her, nothing is off limits. The little soul was never exactly taught right from wrong. Not to say she's cruel, no no, far from it in fact. She's endlessly kind and she knows the core of it all, she knows not to be mean and she knows when to offer aid, but in terms of boundaries she's a little fuzzy. She gets into people's space, she pushes and prods at them, she steals their things no matter what it is and pouts when it won't stay with her. She is, on all accounts, a thief. And not just for Esk. Humans will have their things taken, animals, dumps, masses beneath the waters - Lux cares not who it came from, only what it is. She isn't materialistic, per se, but she has a preference. The trinkets make her feel kind. Cared for. At home.
Despite her kindness though, and her sweet nature, Lux isn't all sunshine all the time. It's hard to crack her exterior, because she is simply by nature just a sweet and sunny lil gal. She loves kindly, she doesn't falter at the crude, she doesn't blink at the scary. She pushes forward and beams bright at them and offers a shiny thing or a strange thing or a curious thing as a gift. As a sign of friendship. She is, by nature, childish. She's blissfully unaware more often then not, and she has a hard time understanding when to read the room if it changes suddenly. She's the life of the party, and it's hard to break that shell at times.
But more then that, Lux is nervous. Despite her closest companions best efforts, and despite the opinions of many, she does notice things. She's certainly not observant but she is aware. She knows that things within her village home are cruel and shaking, a rope fraying at the edges, and she's aware that stuff is falling apart. She knows, above all else, that those she loves and adores are trying to hide that fact from her, and she doesn't know why. Realistically she understands they probably don't think she'd understand it, and maybe they're right. Maybe she wouldn't. But that 'maybe' eases her nerves little, and beneath her bright smiles and sunny attitude, she is a nervous child. She fears being abandoned again. She believes that one day they may grow tired of her and her hoarding attitude, fears that maybe one day they'll put her in another car and send her flying off to another village in the middle of nowhere to rot and die again.
She knows, realistically, they wouldn't do that. Realistically, everyone is fine with how she is, if a little frustrated at times. But that doesn't ease the urge to know. To understand, to push and beg for answers. She just,,, doesn't want to be left out is all. She wants to be useful. To prove she can handle it.
Altogether, Lux is kind and eclectic thing. Misguided and a bit rough around the edges in terms of mentality, for she simply does not understand, but she is nothing but kind to make up for it. She's eager to please no matter the situation, always happy to make others laugh and enjoy themselves no matter the cause, and she fully admits to jumping the gun at times. She's impulsive to a fault, agrees readily without thinking as long as it sounds fun or thrilling, and she's easy to lead astray with the promise of shiny things and pretty objects. But she is, all in all, sweet. She loves like no tomorrow, offers herself till she bleeds dry, and would do it all over again once she recovers. She's easy. She's a bit of an airhead. But she's sweeter than candy, and sometimes that's all people need.
BoundaryShared within her creator's home, and immensely well loved, Lux makes her boundary within an abandoned ticket booth nestled kindly into the village's massive train station. Much like the station it rests within, the ticket booth has long since been forgotten by plenty folk, but it's loved wholly instead by those who call it home.
The size of the boundary is pretty decent, especially when put into comparison to Lux herself. But when put into the comparison of the station entirely, it's no more then a dwarf really. Tickets are strewn about the place, some stringing off their rolodexes and others stray on the ground. Staff cards with worn faces, pamphlets telling of now modern and forgotten adventures, old coats and old money, all long forgotten and now pretty decorum for the meek ticket booth. Aside from that though, Lux has long since made it her own home. Trinkets of hers are scattered through it, blankets and jewels and garbage and love, all hoarded and carefully curated with only spectacle and curiosity in mind. Lux has long since turned it to mess, in all honestly. The floor is covered in a thick layer of junk essentially, to the point that it's spilling out the edges and the windows are clouded with it. Chains leak, papers fly, blankets cover and hold, but it is, on all accounts, home. Even if just to Lux and her fellow three. Surprisingly enough though, considering how made up the interior is, Lux actually prefers to rest on the roof of the booth instead. She hides behind the rails and nestles into a much quieter compartment, one made up with ivy and an old opened luggage case long forgotten, and only her favorite things rest up here. It's quiet, warm, and kind there on that little roof. She doesn't invite many up to see it. |
Her Creator
Despite Aeolus' strange tendencies, Lux looks up to him as a parent over all. She calls him 'dad', follows him around constantly, and she loves him in a way only an odd type of daughter could. She, unlike Hayes, took to Aeolus upon her creation immediately. Follows him around with a gleam in her eye, always curious about what he's up to, but more importantly she strives to better for him. She steals, he's aware, and he tries to slow her pace. He is, in a way, the calm mentor she needs to combat her impulsive nature. Does it always work? No. No it does not. But she does her best anyway, because it's for him, and she cares plenty for his approval.
She is aware though, despite what folk think, that Aeolus is not okay. She knows he's hiding from her, can tell in how he turns bitter over patient around certain topics. She doesn't quite know what to do in the face of it. Doesn't know how to handle someone she adores turning cold.
Despite Aeolus' strange tendencies, Lux looks up to him as a parent over all. She calls him 'dad', follows him around constantly, and she loves him in a way only an odd type of daughter could. She, unlike Hayes, took to Aeolus upon her creation immediately. Follows him around with a gleam in her eye, always curious about what he's up to, but more importantly she strives to better for him. She steals, he's aware, and he tries to slow her pace. He is, in a way, the calm mentor she needs to combat her impulsive nature. Does it always work? No. No it does not. But she does her best anyway, because it's for him, and she cares plenty for his approval.
She is aware though, despite what folk think, that Aeolus is not okay. She knows he's hiding from her, can tell in how he turns bitter over patient around certain topics. She doesn't quite know what to do in the face of it. Doesn't know how to handle someone she adores turning cold.
A Bitter Brother
Hayes came around before Lux did, and at first he met her crudely. He wasn't kind to her by any means - he was short with his phrasing and if anything he wanted to avoid her. But Lux, being Lux, didn't let that slide. She bothered him, didn't give half a crap about what he wanted in terms of being left be, she just wanted to be friends. She wanted him to know her, and in turn, know him. And in the end, it kind of worked. Hayes is far from sweet, don't get that mixed, but he is certainly kinder to her. He laughs with her, protects her, guides her, and on the off chance he even goes to her for conversation. Mundanity. Companionship. It is for those reasons, those fickle events, that Lux chooses to blissfully ignore Hayes' continuous cruel remarks when he decides lashing out is the best form of conversation.
Hayes too lies to her however. Much like Aeolus, he hides away and avoids her when the topic turns to the lies, to the things she supposedly 'shouldn't know.' And yet, from Hayes, it hurts less. Perhaps it's because Lux knows enough to understand that, while she loves him, they aren't grand companions. They are siblings. They are friends. But they are, barely, family. Not in the way family should be anyhow.
Hayes came around before Lux did, and at first he met her crudely. He wasn't kind to her by any means - he was short with his phrasing and if anything he wanted to avoid her. But Lux, being Lux, didn't let that slide. She bothered him, didn't give half a crap about what he wanted in terms of being left be, she just wanted to be friends. She wanted him to know her, and in turn, know him. And in the end, it kind of worked. Hayes is far from sweet, don't get that mixed, but he is certainly kinder to her. He laughs with her, protects her, guides her, and on the off chance he even goes to her for conversation. Mundanity. Companionship. It is for those reasons, those fickle events, that Lux chooses to blissfully ignore Hayes' continuous cruel remarks when he decides lashing out is the best form of conversation.
Hayes too lies to her however. Much like Aeolus, he hides away and avoids her when the topic turns to the lies, to the things she supposedly 'shouldn't know.' And yet, from Hayes, it hurts less. Perhaps it's because Lux knows enough to understand that, while she loves him, they aren't grand companions. They are siblings. They are friends. But they are, barely, family. Not in the way family should be anyhow.
A False Mother
Funny, isn't it? Lux considers this kind old woman, who is technically her niece, a mother. Two peas in a pod these two, and Lux would be the first to admit that Bea easily means the world to her. Yet again, she means the world to many, so it isn't exactly surprising. She's the easy going calmness that Lux needs to balance out her high strung nature, the one who gets to her and tells her hush without any of the maliciousness it usually came with. She accepts Lux's gifts and puts them on display with a proper grin, shrugs off comments and says 'was a gift from my kiddo,' and Lux has to sit back and choke on happy tears and kitten mewls at the thought. Beatrice is who Lux goes to first for questions, for worries, for adventure. Two peas in a pod.
That's why it hurts the most when Beatrice, of all people, starts lying to her too. She has the decency to look upset about it anyway. But she does it still, turning her head and changing the topic. Always a stammer to her tone, always a weariness. For her own sake, Lux has learned to spare her the questions of things like that. But she still watches. Still worries.
Funny, isn't it? Lux considers this kind old woman, who is technically her niece, a mother. Two peas in a pod these two, and Lux would be the first to admit that Bea easily means the world to her. Yet again, she means the world to many, so it isn't exactly surprising. She's the easy going calmness that Lux needs to balance out her high strung nature, the one who gets to her and tells her hush without any of the maliciousness it usually came with. She accepts Lux's gifts and puts them on display with a proper grin, shrugs off comments and says 'was a gift from my kiddo,' and Lux has to sit back and choke on happy tears and kitten mewls at the thought. Beatrice is who Lux goes to first for questions, for worries, for adventure. Two peas in a pod.
That's why it hurts the most when Beatrice, of all people, starts lying to her too. She has the decency to look upset about it anyway. But she does it still, turning her head and changing the topic. Always a stammer to her tone, always a weariness. For her own sake, Lux has learned to spare her the questions of things like that. But she still watches. Still worries.
A Stranger
Lux doesn't know what to make of Mira. She knows her only by spare glances, hidden whispers, and Aeolus' mindless mumblings. She saw her once, she thinks. Kinda makes her think of Mara in a way, but she's wrong. Looking at her move how she did, with a slinking body and an easy uncanniness - it made Lux whimper where she was. She regretted going after Hayes and Aeolus that day - it gave her nightmares for weeks. Or at least their equivalent.
She doesn't know what Mira is. Doesn't know what she wants, what she does, what she means - but what she does know is that she's probably connected to everyone else. Maybe she's the lie Lux isn't allowed to be in on. Maybe she's the reason Aeolus seems so far gone these days. Lux doesn't want to know, and yet she does. She wants desperately to understand, but no one will tell her anything. No one will even give her a chance.
She's almost tempted to find Mirabella herself.
Lux doesn't know what to make of Mira. She knows her only by spare glances, hidden whispers, and Aeolus' mindless mumblings. She saw her once, she thinks. Kinda makes her think of Mara in a way, but she's wrong. Looking at her move how she did, with a slinking body and an easy uncanniness - it made Lux whimper where she was. She regretted going after Hayes and Aeolus that day - it gave her nightmares for weeks. Or at least their equivalent.
She doesn't know what Mira is. Doesn't know what she wants, what she does, what she means - but what she does know is that she's probably connected to everyone else. Maybe she's the lie Lux isn't allowed to be in on. Maybe she's the reason Aeolus seems so far gone these days. Lux doesn't want to know, and yet she does. She wants desperately to understand, but no one will tell her anything. No one will even give her a chance.
She's almost tempted to find Mirabella herself.
A Friend
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Character Details and Notes
- Lux's vibration or voice is almost bright and twinkly in tone. Reminiscent of fairy bells twinkling as they coast on by, or like someone shaking around a coin bag eagerly, Lux speaks with a lilt that is easy and gentle on the ears, if not a little raspy at the ends like a newborn kitten's mewl. She rambles more often than using cohesive sentences, though her point does get across eventually, and despite not having much of a filter she does mean very well.
- 'Itty Bitty' is not as much of a joke as one would think. Lux is incredibly tiny in comparison to almost everyone she knows, being only a little bit bigger than her familiars when stood upright. Additionally: thanks to her size she typically hitches rides on everyone she meets.
- When talking to someone, new or old, Lux has a tendency to give them a gift upon meeting. They are specially picked for that Esk in particular, but what they are could honestly be anything at all. A random feather, a trinket, string, a web, eggshell, bug shells, ornaments, jewelry - there's plenty she could give! She puts heavy meaning into the objects, but whether the receiving Esk keeps it is up to you entirely.
If you would like a physical copy of what Lux gives your Esk, feel free to send me a message on discord! I'll give you a picture of it + a small bit of dialogue she'd say, and you can decide what to do with it after that. Just remember, they aren't scorable accessories! Just flavor items haha - Lux is somehow both a consistent and inconsistent visitor to the Conservatory. It comes in waves, months of frequent check ins and then months of dry spells, in and out like some strange tide schedule. She loves running around within other Esk's personal wings or visiting 000 however, and is in the process of making her own personal wing! Visitors are currently not allowed - she wants it to be perfect dammit - but you're free to approach her if she's roaming around.
- As a creator, Lux is incredibly kind! She's a bit of a ditz, and unfortunately isn't much of a mentor and more of a friend. She's young, she's not exactly the best for a parental role, but she will happily guide others towards those that do fit that role a lot better than she, and will eagerly wait the created's return so they can play games and enjoy one another's company. She has no real preference towards what to create, but she has a soft spot towards cats and mice, and a heavy interest in Abnormals! Much like her thieving though, she will take just about anything and anyone and transform them.
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