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[Flammaesurit] Chandelle

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Published: Jul 26, 2014

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_{What draws me to French names all the time? >3> I just can't help it, they're always so lovely. Plus this one is very fitting to the character.

Anyways, finally I got around to working on my Flammaesurit. With permission from of course, since it's her closed species.

I have a bit of a story for Chandelle, but nothing major.

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Her name means "candle" in French.

I believe in her past life, she was a famous poet. Her work was known everywhere and she was revered as a celebrity. But she was modest and naive, tended to let others run her life and was "used" to people's benefits. She was well known for her love poems, which had an air of magic about them.
Never knowing love herself, she knew not of the darker side that comes with love. For there's jealousy, betrayal, or worse.
She flourished with her work until the fateful day of her death. Her assistant, which had been a long time close friend had received a special summons to bring this famous poet before a duke of a wealthy family. This duke loved the poems Chandelle wrote and in turn fell in love with the poet herself, not caring how she looked. She wasn't by far the fairest maiden in the land, but she was a beauty none the less.
The duke requested Chandelle's company on more then one occasion over a period of a year. They began to grow close and Chandelle began falling in love with the duke. Her assistant though, had also fallen in love with the duke and grew envious of the affection that the duke showed her friend.
Chandelle finally came to her assistant, bringing her the news of her and the duke's engagement. On her finger sat a brilliantly, shining emerald gem, encased in a gold band. She giggled with delight as she was happy and was grateful for her friend arranging them to meet. Finally, she could relate to the poems that she had written all those years, the poems that made her famous, the ones who drew her to her love.
The assistant gave Chandelle a fake smile, congratulating her. But deep in her heart, the jealousy and hate tainted her.
Later in the night, Chandelle had received a note, from the duke asking to meet in his private garden. She was curious as to why he wanted to see her so suddenly in the night, but she thought nothing of it and dashed off to meet him.
She waited in the garden and as the night grew dark and cold, she wondered if he would ever show. "Such a cruel joke to play, is it not, my love?" She said under her breath. As the cool air began to sting at her nose, she noticed out of the corner of her eye, something warm and glowing. A single flame, bobbing from behind a tall row of bushes. It must have been the duke, finally coming to greet her.
The flame bobbed faster, as if it had began to quicken it's pace into a run.
Chandelle had turned to greet her love only to be struck with a burning sensation in her stomach. She looked down and noticed a knife sticking out. She felt her clothes and skin around the area get hot and wet. She placed her hands on the blade, still in shock before looking up and meeting the gaze of her attacker. The figure that stood there with angry tears in their eyes wasn't the one she was waiting for, but her close friend, her assistant. The eyes that bore into Chandelle were that of jealousy and pain. As Chandelle's consciousness began to fade and her body beginning to slump to the ground, she looked up long enough to see an eery smile creep across her friend's face. Chandelle reached up, almost attempting to grasp at the last of the life before it left her body, but in her last moments she could feel her body turning hot. She laid on the ground, staring up at the night sky. Her attacker had long fled, leaving her to her thoughts. Anger, sadness, resentment, all these feelings washed over her. Her breath grew shallow, her eyes hazy, but she could hear something crackling, almost like a fire, cheerily burning. She glanced over and noticed a small, green flame. She tried to moved her hand to reach for it, but only her fingers moved. She watched it as it grew and her consciousness slipped. A single tear fell from her cheek as she went into nothing. Blackness. Death.

When Chandelle awoke, she knew nothing of her past. Nothing of who she was aside from her name. Her body had changed, but there was a couple things that remained from her past life. Adorned on her clothes was an emerald. The same emerald that was on her engagement ring. Also the same green flame that greeted her before her passing now was her life. This was her life now.

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Okay, I'm done. >.> Sorry for the long story.
I'd like to add I feel Chandelle would feed off the love from torn lovers. She also enjoys listening to love poems, so she tends to haunt around poets. Even though she has no clue as to why she's attracted to such things.

I might add more to her story later, but I wanted to get this down before I forgot.

Flammaesurits belong to Desiree-U
You can find more info about her closed species here.

[Original Species] Flammaesurit InfoFinally decided to write an official journal for my original species; please stick as much as possible to this info with your adopt, especially to those I gave permission to make their own.
I will add/change/remove information over time as I see fit. Please feel free to ask any question about the species, as it helps me developing it further! <3
Flammaesurit are a CLOSED species. That means you can't make your own or copy this species information for your own species or character/s.
I am not claiming I own candles, animal ears and tails, or spirits but this is MY own version of a candle inspired species.

Being my own original species, you CAN NOT change the traits characteristic of the species; you can't for example, change traits that would change also their rarity type.
Changes in hairstyle/color palette/outfit are ok!

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Yoko-tan

Dec 8, 2014

rujgkgvjjfdygvjugfy that background story OMFGGGGGGG. Perf, that's all I even have to say, just absolute perfection. My inner writer is crying with joy, although there were some parts that were worded a little weirdly.