Plum

✦ P L U M ✦ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Journal ☆ Theme Song ─★ Current Age: 25 | She/Her | 5'3" | Brunette | Purple Eyes | Freckles ✦ Plum is a young woman grounded in reality, and acutely aware of what's at stake in this game. She avoids combat as much as she can help it, but employs herself as a treasure hunter, and problem-solver-for-hire. She is immensely curious and won't rest until her desired answers are found, and she walks away with something glittering in hand.

Plum watched Sin make her great show of bravado, a hint of incredulity slipping through the tired edges of the former's expression. "For the record, my knees were not about to buckle," she said dryly, evidently a little offended by the remark. A pause. She could quip further about not being a damsel in distress -at least, not in instances of social rejection- but to appear spiteful to the woman offering her help was not in her best interests, nor those of the missing players. She needed to segue back to the matter at hand. "I was simply.. biding my time. Re-evaluating my choices. Which now inc

She ought to have been used to it by now. It was always the same old song and dance: she would join a small party, offering whatever support she could provide (financial, strategic), in exchange for their protection on ventures outside of the safe zones. “I don’t fight,” she always warned them, before sifting through her inventory to share teleport crystals with the group. Never had the name of a weapon flashed across the screen. “My safety is my top priority.” “Then why not take responsibility for your own safety?” the leader of party spat at her once they had regroup

For a few moments, Plum just blinked at the stranger, struggling to connect “rough day” to “I drew this for you” to the girl standing suddenly before her. It was so unexpectedly jarring that her stressed-out mind simply blanked, unable to even register the sketchbook now proudly displayed in front of her. Her gaze fell to the page, and her breath caught. “Oh-” she started, then stopped. Then started again, her voice quiet but carrying a tone somewhere between disbelief and incredulous amusement. “--oh my god.” The drawing was really something else. An overexaggerated caricature o

Before he could take her hand, her new partner’s attention was stolen by the singer’s - had they met before? Plum withdrew slightly, allowing the pair a very showy moment in the spotlight, as all eyes behind their masks followed the scene. The longer the night carried on, the more she realized just how out of her depths she must be, if every other guest had established connections in the room. She involuntarily wrinkled her freckled nose. The crowd spit around them, all shimmer and chatter, but the silver of her partner’s eyes finally caught hers, and she was pulled back to the pr

As the final notes of the song swelled, their steps slowed into a gentle rhythm, completing one last turn, one final brush of fabric and heat between them. Plum's breath came light and uneven, her smile still luminous but subdued as she tried to recuperate. It was the kind of quiet moment that made the rest of the world disappear, the only thing mattering being their movement, music, and the faint press of his hand at her back. When finally they pulled away, she blinked up at her partner, ready to offer some teasing remark about their unexpected little tryst, but he had already reached a

He was a quick learner. He never lapsed in confidence, but it was clear he had found his footing midway through their dance, and soon she was able to fall back into step, their motions having found harmony in one another. The music carried them easily now, each note coaxing them tantalizingly closer. His lead was sure now, almost instinctive; where he turned, she followed. Plum's immense enjoyment of the dance was palpable - her playfully shy smile had reached its apex, spread from ear to ear, her unrestrained laughter saccharine against the worked up sweat. Even her smattering of freckle

"You'll make it up to me later, no doubt." Plum's laughter was soft, but genuine, carried on the music like a ripple of light through blackened waters. Her companion was quite charismatic, and as out of practice as she was to be in the spotlight of someone's attention, she found herself shamelessly reveling in its warmth. Perhaps that betrayed how little time she spent in the playful presence of friends - so long she had spent locked away in the safety of this first floor, or hidden in the shadows behind hired help. Had she focused so solely on seeking out rare treasures, that she'd forgo

For a moment, Plum thought the tall shadow had simply stopped to rest near her, as so many figures hugged the outline of the dance floor where the lights were dimmed, and conversations were hushed. The woman sipped at her drink, her subtle sway only noticeable in the movement of her dress. For a few minutes, the two stood in silence beside each other, enjoying the swirl of dancers gliding past. Then came the low timbre of his voice, smooth and unhurried, cutting with gentle precision through the thrum of the music. She glanced up, eyes bright behind her mask, with the faintest flicker of

The invitations had caused a stir far too dramatic, too enticing, for Plum to ignore. She'd caught the black scraps of paper, like closing her hand around flower petals on the breeze, delicate, deliberate. She had turned the card over and over between her fingers for hours, wondering who it was who could pull out all the stops like this for a party, and who might be in attendance. Did she dare risk going? It seemed unlikely the guests could be targets of any dangerous game mechanic, but the social aspect of it she had to weigh against her curiosity, until the latter -predictably- won.

˗ˏˋ ✧ ˎˊ˗ <<Quest>>> PLUM Lv. 1 HP 20/20 EN 20/20 || It was a beautiful day to be abandoned on Floor One. "Sorry. It's just not worth keeping you in the party." Plum rubbed her temples, frustration pressing down on her brow. The words wouldn't stop echoing through her head, and worse yet - they called forth every memory of the exact scenario playing out, every time her chosen group of the month decided she was more trouble than they could manage. Who were they to decide that, anyway, when she

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✦ P L U M ✦ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Ancient History GENERAL ☆ ” My dreams keep diggin' up the bones of memories / ” ─★ Umeko / “plum blossom child” / Hayashi / “forest” ─★ Gender / Cis Female { she/her } ─★ Age / 25 ✦ Tokyo, Japan ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ APPEARANCE ☆ " Discarded remnants of former times / ” ✦ Height / 5’3” ─★ Plum is short in stature and unassuming in demeanor, a figure who rarely stands out at first glance. Her hair is cropped just above the shoulders, a deep brown at the roots that fades into a faint mauve towar