Post by Aegle Vitus on Jan 6, 2019 22:32:05 GMT
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Slight and compact, Aegle stands just a hair over five feet. Almost childlike in appearance, her small size and shortness are only exacerbated by a perpetual slouch and slight twisting of posture. This crookedness, the result of a childhood developmental disorder, results most noticeably in Aegle's shoulders, which are ever hunched and lopsided, and the slightly irregular curve of her back, such that she always looks to be leaning to one side or another. Her build is lean, bordering on gaunt, with the knobs of her joints and edges of her ribs showing quite prominently, given the opportunity. There are also a small number of surgical scars on her chest and back, as well as less surgical scars on her forearms and knuckles. Her hands in general look like she's spent some time punching a cheese-grater, in fact.
Her face is sharp and angular, dominated by two massive eyes of piercing emerald hue, and usually wearing some manner of smirk, one running the gamut between mischievous and oblivious. Her hair, though naturally a lightish brown, is usually dyed in some outrageous and gawdy shade, with an equally outrageous cut to match. Her favored hairstyle has lately been a bright orange mohawk, a little under a foot in length.
Partly in an effort to conceal her body and its shape, Aegle favors very bulky clothing, often several sizes too large to suit her compact frame. Such clothes include, but are far from limited to, cargo pants, large jackets, hoodies, and the very heavy boots. Aegle is especially wary of anything that might be considered either form-fitting or revealing, and eschews most more feminine fashions as a direct result. In fact, this inclination, in concert with a general obstinacy, has resulted in Aegle wearing, on occasion, a boy's uniform instead of a girl's.
Favoring bright colors, with an especial fondness for a particularly eye gouging shade of burnish orange, Aegle's civilian wear tends to be a mish-mosh of different shades and hues, often clashing, with seemingly little effort to coordinate in either style or color. A particular favorite of hers is a voluminous, well-loved, horrendously frayed, torn, and ratty-looking hoodie in the aforementioned orange shade.
Though it is often worn under her clothes and out of sight, one thing which Aegle is almost never seen without is the mobility brace which spans her whole body, from cuffs on her chests down to her ankles. This brace, though designed to be as compact as possible, can still show through even Aegle's choice of bulky clothes, and has a tendency to click mechanically as she moves.
Loud and proud, Aegle has two settings; 100% and 110%. Stubborn and straightforward to a fault, her determination would be inspiring if it weren't so often self-destructive and, at times, utterly immune to the opinion of others. Aegle is of the firm opinion that there is nothing she can't do without enough time and effort, and there is basically nothing anyone can do to dissuade her once she's got a course in mind. Far from being admirable, this heedlessness often flies right in the face of conventional wisdom and, at times, even the basic laws of reality, coming off more as willful ignorance or self delusion in some cases. No one who's been made to endure Aegle's presence or her particular brand of self-motivation can deny, however, that she is particularly driven for one so young.
This sense of determination defines much of Aegle's life, especially where matters concern a challenge she deems worth 'overcoming'. In fact, the more impossible the task, the more ready she is to dedicate herself utterly to it. This has resulted in Aegle outright failing far more things than she's actually succeeded at, but she'd never let something like a demonstrably bad track record keep her from giving her all.
Only tangentially related to the aforementioned cornerstone of Aegle's personality is her desire to always see the best in others. This includes not only a willful blindness to the shortcomings and foibles of other people, but an almost pathological need to encourage them to 'do their best'. Unfortunately for those she becomes fixated on, Aegle suffers under the delusion that everyone is as driven and intent on overcoming obstacles as she is.
Aegle was the fourth child of Andes and Rhea Vitus. Their only daughter, her childhood was a normal one, at least by Atlesian standards. She was an obdurate youth, one who spoke her mind even when she had nothing of worth to say, and was never afraid to look foolish in the pursuit of the things that captured her flighty interest. This rampant individualism, born mostly of being so far removed from her brothers in age, was perhaps her most remarkable characteristic, uncommon as it was in an Atlesian child, but even it did little to distinguish her on the whole.
So Aegle grew up loved and doted upon, her obstinance and predilections tolerated, with every expectation that a proper Atlesian education and bit of maturity would mellow out her more onerous qualities. But when Aegle did start to change, it wasn't for the better and, though it was slow at first, before long it was impossible to ignore. Aegle, never an especially graceful child, grew increasingly clumsy. It was small things at first; She tripped more often, would fumble the things she was handed, and was generally uncoordinated. Given that such developments were not uncommon in girls growing out of adolescence, and that Aegle was around that age, eight years old at the time, her parents didn't think much of it. Except Aegle got worse, till eventually her clumsiness was so pronounced that she'd be unable to write her own name, or kick a ball placed at her feet. Even mundane activities would be taxing for her, leaving her gasping and winded. Then came the dizzy spells. At first they only happened after periods of particularly energetic activity, but soon just about anything could leave the young girl reeling. Seeing that this couldn't be the fault of mere growing pains, her parents had Aegle committed for medical analysis.
It turned out that Aegle was suffering from a rare form of muscular dystrophy, one which affected the development and regeneration of muscle fibers throughout her developing body. In effect, she was slowly losing the ability to build or maintain muscle mass. Her parents were devastated. Though treatments existed, they were mere stop-gap measures, incapable of actually halting the progress of degeneration. Aegle's life thereby became a string of medical procedures, consultations, and operations. By the time she was ten, she was barely capable of standing on her own. By eleven, she was away from school as often as in attendance, either too weak to get out of bed or else involved in some new trial run in an increasingly elaborate medical regime. Rhea and Andes were not starved for options, not with the full benefit of Atlesian medicine at their disposal, but it was clear their daughter was fighting a losing battle. Finally, Aegle was taken out of school entirely and committed, full-time to the medical care preserving her life, her heart having grown too weak to reliably sustain life.
Throughout it all, it is mostly unclear if Aegle truly understood what was happening to her. She would often act as though she weren't sick at all, and would try to do things that she was no longer capable of doing. She would talk incessantly about all the things she would do once 'she was better', and how much she was looking forward to going to school again. To the rest of her family, such notions rang less as hopeful optimism than a willful defiance of reality.
Aegle did not get better. Instead, she continued to get worse. This continued deterioration served mainly to make her more vehement in her denials of her present condition. The worse she got, the louder and more surely Aegle would proclaim her eventual return to health. It's hard to know how long this cycle would have gone on, had outside forces not intervened. Atlas, ever at the cutting edge of medicine, saw the development of genetic and aura therapies, which might correct or at least forestall the progress of such degenerative conditions as the one affecting Aegle. The procedures were demanding however, requiring both invasive surgeries and taxing followups. It was a demand that not everyone thought Aegle could endure. Having grown so weak as she had it seemed, to her parents at least, that they would be throwing what little time she had left away on the irrational hope of her surviving.
For this reason and others, the treatments very existence was kept from Aegle. She would not have found out about it at all were it not for her youngest brother, Paeon, telling her about it. After he did, it was all Aegle would talk about. Every time she saw her family, she would ask when her treatment would begin, then act as though she hadn't heard when the answers were not to her liking. For Rhea and Andes, their reticence was understandable; Neither one had any reason to believe that Aegle truly understood the risks involved in undergoing the treatment she was demanding.
But Aegle did. She had understood from the very beginning that the procedure might kill her, just as she had understood from the very beginning that she was dying. She had understood, far before most need come to grips with it, the very nature of her mortality. In her own strange way, her vehemence that she would get better and constant optimism had been for the benefit of her family. In her own childish and immature way, she had been trying to make them feel better by assuring them she would recover. Now it seemed that she might actually get the chance to keep that promise, and she had latched on with both hands.
The ensuing months became an emotional tug of war, one with ill-defined sides and ever shifting allegiances, waged between those among the Vitus family in favor of the risky procedure and those against. Aegle got to know her three big brothers very well in that time, and they their little sister. With each passing day, Aegle only grew ever more adamant in her demands, until finally her parents, worn down by grief and frustration, relented. The date was set. Finally, after nearly two years of demanding it, Aegle's claim that she would get better was put to the ultimate test.
It should have killed her. No one familiar with Aegle's condition and the risks involved would suggest otherwise. What followed were months of therapy and surgeries, more grueling even than the years of illness which had preceded them. Yet Aegle weathered it all. She stuck it all out, enduring even the worst the treatment had to offer, until finally, against all odds, she made it through. It wasn't enough however, and while the disease had been stalled, the harm it had wrought could not be so easily undone. Aegle spent another year in recovery and, for the first time in nearly five years, she was able to develop and maintain muscle mass.
Now Aegle is sixteen and, after spending almost half her life in and out of hospital, she is ready to make her mark on the world. Having come face to face with death, a death that yet hangs over her head, she is determined that her life should mean something. To this end, she has decided to pursue the life of a huntress. What better way, she reasoned, to see the world and all its people, and to experience as much of life as there is to experience?
To this end, she has but recently left her home of Solitas, whose confining and conservative social order do not best accommodate a journey of self discovery, and ventured to Vale. Enrolled at Beacon Academy and eager to make up for lost time, Aegle Epione Vitus is ready to take the world by storm.
Aegle Epione Vitus
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Appearance
Slight and compact, Aegle stands just a hair over five feet. Almost childlike in appearance, her small size and shortness are only exacerbated by a perpetual slouch and slight twisting of posture. This crookedness, the result of a childhood developmental disorder, results most noticeably in Aegle's shoulders, which are ever hunched and lopsided, and the slightly irregular curve of her back, such that she always looks to be leaning to one side or another. Her build is lean, bordering on gaunt, with the knobs of her joints and edges of her ribs showing quite prominently, given the opportunity. There are also a small number of surgical scars on her chest and back, as well as less surgical scars on her forearms and knuckles. Her hands in general look like she's spent some time punching a cheese-grater, in fact.
Her face is sharp and angular, dominated by two massive eyes of piercing emerald hue, and usually wearing some manner of smirk, one running the gamut between mischievous and oblivious. Her hair, though naturally a lightish brown, is usually dyed in some outrageous and gawdy shade, with an equally outrageous cut to match. Her favored hairstyle has lately been a bright orange mohawk, a little under a foot in length.
Partly in an effort to conceal her body and its shape, Aegle favors very bulky clothing, often several sizes too large to suit her compact frame. Such clothes include, but are far from limited to, cargo pants, large jackets, hoodies, and the very heavy boots. Aegle is especially wary of anything that might be considered either form-fitting or revealing, and eschews most more feminine fashions as a direct result. In fact, this inclination, in concert with a general obstinacy, has resulted in Aegle wearing, on occasion, a boy's uniform instead of a girl's.
Favoring bright colors, with an especial fondness for a particularly eye gouging shade of burnish orange, Aegle's civilian wear tends to be a mish-mosh of different shades and hues, often clashing, with seemingly little effort to coordinate in either style or color. A particular favorite of hers is a voluminous, well-loved, horrendously frayed, torn, and ratty-looking hoodie in the aforementioned orange shade.
Though it is often worn under her clothes and out of sight, one thing which Aegle is almost never seen without is the mobility brace which spans her whole body, from cuffs on her chests down to her ankles. This brace, though designed to be as compact as possible, can still show through even Aegle's choice of bulky clothes, and has a tendency to click mechanically as she moves.
Personality
Loud and proud, Aegle has two settings; 100% and 110%. Stubborn and straightforward to a fault, her determination would be inspiring if it weren't so often self-destructive and, at times, utterly immune to the opinion of others. Aegle is of the firm opinion that there is nothing she can't do without enough time and effort, and there is basically nothing anyone can do to dissuade her once she's got a course in mind. Far from being admirable, this heedlessness often flies right in the face of conventional wisdom and, at times, even the basic laws of reality, coming off more as willful ignorance or self delusion in some cases. No one who's been made to endure Aegle's presence or her particular brand of self-motivation can deny, however, that she is particularly driven for one so young.
This sense of determination defines much of Aegle's life, especially where matters concern a challenge she deems worth 'overcoming'. In fact, the more impossible the task, the more ready she is to dedicate herself utterly to it. This has resulted in Aegle outright failing far more things than she's actually succeeded at, but she'd never let something like a demonstrably bad track record keep her from giving her all.
Only tangentially related to the aforementioned cornerstone of Aegle's personality is her desire to always see the best in others. This includes not only a willful blindness to the shortcomings and foibles of other people, but an almost pathological need to encourage them to 'do their best'. Unfortunately for those she becomes fixated on, Aegle suffers under the delusion that everyone is as driven and intent on overcoming obstacles as she is.
History
Aegle was the fourth child of Andes and Rhea Vitus. Their only daughter, her childhood was a normal one, at least by Atlesian standards. She was an obdurate youth, one who spoke her mind even when she had nothing of worth to say, and was never afraid to look foolish in the pursuit of the things that captured her flighty interest. This rampant individualism, born mostly of being so far removed from her brothers in age, was perhaps her most remarkable characteristic, uncommon as it was in an Atlesian child, but even it did little to distinguish her on the whole.
So Aegle grew up loved and doted upon, her obstinance and predilections tolerated, with every expectation that a proper Atlesian education and bit of maturity would mellow out her more onerous qualities. But when Aegle did start to change, it wasn't for the better and, though it was slow at first, before long it was impossible to ignore. Aegle, never an especially graceful child, grew increasingly clumsy. It was small things at first; She tripped more often, would fumble the things she was handed, and was generally uncoordinated. Given that such developments were not uncommon in girls growing out of adolescence, and that Aegle was around that age, eight years old at the time, her parents didn't think much of it. Except Aegle got worse, till eventually her clumsiness was so pronounced that she'd be unable to write her own name, or kick a ball placed at her feet. Even mundane activities would be taxing for her, leaving her gasping and winded. Then came the dizzy spells. At first they only happened after periods of particularly energetic activity, but soon just about anything could leave the young girl reeling. Seeing that this couldn't be the fault of mere growing pains, her parents had Aegle committed for medical analysis.
It turned out that Aegle was suffering from a rare form of muscular dystrophy, one which affected the development and regeneration of muscle fibers throughout her developing body. In effect, she was slowly losing the ability to build or maintain muscle mass. Her parents were devastated. Though treatments existed, they were mere stop-gap measures, incapable of actually halting the progress of degeneration. Aegle's life thereby became a string of medical procedures, consultations, and operations. By the time she was ten, she was barely capable of standing on her own. By eleven, she was away from school as often as in attendance, either too weak to get out of bed or else involved in some new trial run in an increasingly elaborate medical regime. Rhea and Andes were not starved for options, not with the full benefit of Atlesian medicine at their disposal, but it was clear their daughter was fighting a losing battle. Finally, Aegle was taken out of school entirely and committed, full-time to the medical care preserving her life, her heart having grown too weak to reliably sustain life.
Throughout it all, it is mostly unclear if Aegle truly understood what was happening to her. She would often act as though she weren't sick at all, and would try to do things that she was no longer capable of doing. She would talk incessantly about all the things she would do once 'she was better', and how much she was looking forward to going to school again. To the rest of her family, such notions rang less as hopeful optimism than a willful defiance of reality.
Aegle did not get better. Instead, she continued to get worse. This continued deterioration served mainly to make her more vehement in her denials of her present condition. The worse she got, the louder and more surely Aegle would proclaim her eventual return to health. It's hard to know how long this cycle would have gone on, had outside forces not intervened. Atlas, ever at the cutting edge of medicine, saw the development of genetic and aura therapies, which might correct or at least forestall the progress of such degenerative conditions as the one affecting Aegle. The procedures were demanding however, requiring both invasive surgeries and taxing followups. It was a demand that not everyone thought Aegle could endure. Having grown so weak as she had it seemed, to her parents at least, that they would be throwing what little time she had left away on the irrational hope of her surviving.
For this reason and others, the treatments very existence was kept from Aegle. She would not have found out about it at all were it not for her youngest brother, Paeon, telling her about it. After he did, it was all Aegle would talk about. Every time she saw her family, she would ask when her treatment would begin, then act as though she hadn't heard when the answers were not to her liking. For Rhea and Andes, their reticence was understandable; Neither one had any reason to believe that Aegle truly understood the risks involved in undergoing the treatment she was demanding.
But Aegle did. She had understood from the very beginning that the procedure might kill her, just as she had understood from the very beginning that she was dying. She had understood, far before most need come to grips with it, the very nature of her mortality. In her own strange way, her vehemence that she would get better and constant optimism had been for the benefit of her family. In her own childish and immature way, she had been trying to make them feel better by assuring them she would recover. Now it seemed that she might actually get the chance to keep that promise, and she had latched on with both hands.
The ensuing months became an emotional tug of war, one with ill-defined sides and ever shifting allegiances, waged between those among the Vitus family in favor of the risky procedure and those against. Aegle got to know her three big brothers very well in that time, and they their little sister. With each passing day, Aegle only grew ever more adamant in her demands, until finally her parents, worn down by grief and frustration, relented. The date was set. Finally, after nearly two years of demanding it, Aegle's claim that she would get better was put to the ultimate test.
It should have killed her. No one familiar with Aegle's condition and the risks involved would suggest otherwise. What followed were months of therapy and surgeries, more grueling even than the years of illness which had preceded them. Yet Aegle weathered it all. She stuck it all out, enduring even the worst the treatment had to offer, until finally, against all odds, she made it through. It wasn't enough however, and while the disease had been stalled, the harm it had wrought could not be so easily undone. Aegle spent another year in recovery and, for the first time in nearly five years, she was able to develop and maintain muscle mass.
Now Aegle is sixteen and, after spending almost half her life in and out of hospital, she is ready to make her mark on the world. Having come face to face with death, a death that yet hangs over her head, she is determined that her life should mean something. To this end, she has decided to pursue the life of a huntress. What better way, she reasoned, to see the world and all its people, and to experience as much of life as there is to experience?
To this end, she has but recently left her home of Solitas, whose confining and conservative social order do not best accommodate a journey of self discovery, and ventured to Vale. Enrolled at Beacon Academy and eager to make up for lost time, Aegle Epione Vitus is ready to take the world by storm.
Faceclaim
Aegle is an original character owned by Clockwork, and has no face claim
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