Iolite

Ruffling the hair of Lia, scrunching and fluffing up the soft green locks as gently as possible, Iolite tamed what was once matted and partially tangled with ease being so used to doing this sort of thing. He too had long hair (and plenty of sisters), after all. "You seemed tired." He mentioned, remembering the lazy expression on Lia's face accented by the tinted circles under her eyes - not something he'd want to walk around with, and Lia probably didn't either. Patting the fluffy hair down, he flattened her hair down on all sides and began combing it back with his fingers. Iolite didn't realize how unkempt her hair was, or at least what a night's damage had done to it. If anyone knew about hair, it'd be Ioite - and if you left your hair down all the time like Lia seemed to do, then it tended to get messy even if naturally straight. "Comb would be nice..." Iolite muttered under his breath in an annoyed fashion, trying to focus on getting the last of the tangles out while making sure not to hurt Lia. "Just say if I hurt you. Wouldn't want to ruin such beauty~" Though he could usually care less about the well-being of other people as long as he was okay or there were no arguments going on, Iolite didn't want to harm someone who was likely to be sensitive. That's just how Lia seemed.

"It does for me~" Iolite nodded, winking at the woman before turning his head to find a place to sit. He raised an eyebrow, however, when she seemed to not know whether or not she wanted him to touch her like so. Well, either way Iolite would be getting what he wanted because when something bothered the man, he fixed it no matter what. That's how finicky Iolite can get. "Alright!" Iolite clapped his hands together, pleased by her final decision confirmed by a nod of the head. He didn't really understand her personality, or why she acted this way - mostly because he was so familiar with the outgoing members of his family and talkative friends - but the way she blushed happened to be adorable; thus, Iolite didn't mind that one covered her face 99.9% of the time. 

The look in her eyes made Iolite's own widen in surprise.  "E-Eul-ah." Iolite attempted to pronounce the name,  but E's were very hard for him and her name made things much more difficult. "Lia. That is good." A deep chuckle emitted from his throat as a form of making fun of his own accent and difficulties speaking the English language... or wherever that word hailed from. As Lia began walking, Iolite wrapped an arm around her shoulder idly - he thought nothing of the gesture, doing these types of things daily.

Lia skipped ahead, and Iolite brought his arm back to his side while beginning to follow in pursuit of the giddy female. He didn't hesitate to sit beside her as she gestured for him to do so, and instantly brought his feet up on the bench so he could sit cross-legged: Iolite's limbs happened to be thin enough for him to be able to perform this posture successfully. "Turn, turn. I have much to do." Iolite was excited, not because he loved doing hair (because he didn't, gosh he hated girly things like this) but because he could end that nagging feeling tugging on him from the inside. Well, maybe this wouldn't be so bad because her hair was not only a huge opportunity but happened to be incredibley soft. Iolite would know this since, as soon as Lia would turn around, he ran thin fingers through the slightly tangled emerald locks; gently grazing her scalp. "Oh~ I do love your hair."

Standing idly, rocking to a fro on each foot, Iolite watched the female's reaction with a satisfied look resting on his face. She seemed rather interesting, compared to the crowd among Floor 1; especially the emerald colored locks of her hair, which easily separated this woman from the rest. Perhaps she was one of those shy types? Or maybe he was causing the redness tinting her cheeks? Either way, he wasn't going to leave anytime soon and most definitely wouldn't mind becoming a friend of her's today. "This? This was nothing. I arrived at perfect moment~" Iolite shrugged, glad to finally receive an answer from the woman he kept from falling. "I was going to ask... Do you mind if I fix this?" He motioned around, making it apparent that he would like to style her hair. "We could sit on a bench if you like. Just do not fall on the way." Iolite chuckled, winking at the flustered player.

Holding out a hand, Iolite reached for a lock of her hair - much like he had to the first woman he met in the game - and would twirl the piece around a thin finger before letting go, letting it float down back in place. "I am Iolite. Can you tell me your username now? We must chat~" Flirting? No problem. Personal space? Not something that existed in Iolite's world whatsoever. With someone like her - paired up with him - there was no doubt in Iolite's mind that he would actually enjoy another day trapped in Aincrad rather than despite it.

Iolite wanted to scrunch his nose up and point out that this woman should get some sleep, but instead he kept his lips curled up in a friendly fashion. No need to go and hurt a lady's feelings so quickly, especially since Iolite was an avid liar and someone who wanted to be at least an acquaintance with everyone. "дрисня (crap)!" Long, slender arms shot out and caught a falling, green-haired player with ease. He'd stepped forward only a little bit, and had such quick reflexes that Iolite frightened even himself at his fast reaction. Years of sports would do this to a competitive spirit such as himself, who didn't even realize the natural talent he had. Still, the incident happened so fast that Iolite's heart continued to rapidly beat at the sudden surprise due to clumsiness of another.

Holding the female in his arms, Iolite gently pulled her back up to her feet but kept two hands on her shoulders to ensure the woman could stand properly on her own two feet. Bright, amused orbs scanned the figure before him up and down a few times before returning dainty hands to warm pockets.

"Very graceful. You are alright, then?" He smirked, raising in eyebrow as if he were concerned when really Iolite could care less about her well being. He was more concerned about the mop placed upon her head... otherwise known as her hair.

Iolite most definitely missed being able to set up his own personal art studio in the small apartment he and his brother occupied. Canvases, paper, sketchbooks, paintbrushes, pencils, and all other sorts of art supplies would clutter around on the floor. Somehow, Iolite could make his way around the room swiftly and with such easy that his brother questioned how that was humanly possible since he'd slipped and fell on his butt whenever passing through the small space. But, art was Iolite's life and he'd learned to adapt to such conditions that he could perform his favorite hobby anywhere and everywhere, with anything and everything. As long as he had some form of utensil - being it a tube of lipstick or oil pastel - and canvas - which could easily be the very Earth itself - then Iolite was set to create anything his heart desired.

Unfortunately, he had yet to discover ways to make art in Sword Art Online. If there was a way than he needed to figure it out, and today happened to be the day that he would learn of the "Artisan" profession that needed more players to take up. It wouldn't be what he was used to, that's for sure, but Iolite admired any form of art that the world threw at him so he'd be willing to give this small adventure a try.

Iolite messed with his hair, the raven locks too stubborn for a fussy Iolite to deal with at this moment. He emerged from the inn he occupied, opening the entrance door with a swift kick to the wooden object because his hands were too busy attempting to maintain what Iolite would call an "absolute mess". His thin eyebrows were furrowed, crimson eyes awkwardly fixed on the strands of hair he tried his best to get back to the hairstyle he desired, almost rolling back into his head. Iolite was a picky person who just couldn't tolerate pieces of hair sticking out, or his bangs being uneven, or - well, basically anything not perfect set Iolite off in some way.

With a sigh of relief, Iolite allowed his thin arms to fall back into place once his hair decided to cooperate. He curled up the ends of his lips, shoving both hands into the pockets of his pants as he roamed the Starting City rather confidently, maintaining a laid-back expression that fit such a soft-looking face but not the tall stature that he happened to inherit. 

"Oh...Hah." Iolite paused, seeing a woman with the most gorgeous hair color he's seen in a long time. Except, her hair was an absolute mess and anybody passing by would be able to notice this fact. "Imagine how she must feel." Iolite whispered to himself, deciding to take immediate action. He strode over to the stranger - interrupting whatever in the world they were doing on this fine day - and poked her shoulder sharply. "Allo. You... You are having bad hair day, yeah?"

"I would think so. Is very calm color. Said to enhance relationships~" He sighed satisfactorily, checking his nails for a split-second to see if they were alright; a habit developed from the real-world. Let's just say, for someone who despised being a female in the first place... Iolite tends to be a very feminine person. Most likely because that's his origin, though Iolite is completely oblivious to this trait of his. Fortunately, Iolite's nail color decided to stick and was impossible to scratch or chip. "Will do my friend. I will spread word whenever possible." He nodded sternly, pacing ahead of the group so he could walk backwards while in front of Piera and Jomei. "Specifics? Like... who would you want in Velvet Room? I suppose "eye-catching" should be trait ." Iolite strode backwards confidently, shoving dainty hands back into the pockets of his pants, crimson eyes ablaze.

"I am glad you have chosen to accept my presence. Is very kind thing to do. Not many have been so... willing... Anything to do here in Aincrad?" He waved the comment about other players off, hand moving in the air before returning to the comfort of a warm pocket. Iolite couldn't handle rudeness emotionally, though he pretended himself as someone who didn't mind harsh words. Too many uncomfortable memories would make anyone's bark worse than their bite.

[3 compliments in a row ;D You guys should feel special~ <3 <3]

JOMEI. WHY U NO TELL ME U DID ELLLISSSSSS~ MAH FAV SOUTHERN CHARACTER (cuz I play Nick... ;D) Pls kill me. You're so pretty >3> In my past life, I'm sure we were married or something.

"It would be color of purple, a dark shade... gorgeous gem." Iolite ranted, pointing to Piera's cloth clothing she had equipped. "Like that." He nodded, rubbing his chin while inspecting the color with squinted eyes before letting the perfectionist side of himself agree that the color of her equipment could match the shade of an iolite gem. 

"I will just continue to think you are." He replied to Piera's comment about herself. Iolite wouldn't be able to get any other impression from the woman other than she was your typical sweet, innocent, beauty from afar even if that wasn't the truth; Not all too interested in guilds and the sort -only because he had no idea about how they worked - Iolite shrugged but stuck out his bottom lip as if he were pouting. "How terrible for you. I wish I could help out." A lie, though Iolite could easily pass as someone who had great sympathy for the pair's misfortune of the day. "I am surprised that nobody would join... or at least not be attracted enough by you two to consider~" He held a piece of Piera's hair gently, tossing the piece up in the air only for the brown strand to neatly fall back in place. Crimson eyes flickering back to Jomei, Iolite curled both ends of his lips up genuinely. "Da, very surprised."

Crossing both arms over a flat chest, Iolite titled his head up to glance at the sky while continuing to walk in sync with Piera and Jomei. "Taking a walk is all. But-" He clapped his hands together loudly. "I have found people to share this night with! Wonderful."

Iolite, with two arms casually resting behind his head, killed some time by... bumping into social conversation where he had no business to be prying into, of course! In Russia, to express yourself or be anything but what most would deem boring wasn't exactly the type that people there valued. Quickly - as soon as he joined the game, actually - Iolite changed his masculine, monotone voice to its original sing-song tone and never held back from presenting himself in the most extravagant way humanly possible. With no family to embarrass him for this way of acting, and the fact that literally everyone in-game had met by pushing their anti-social selves to the ground, Iolite felt at peace in Aincrad even if he were... stuck in the game; something the man shoved to the back of his mind the minute the news had been revealed.

Sure, Iolite would absolutely love logging out to be greeted by his loving brother and the comfort of soft sheets he could call his own - ones' that weren't virtual - but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon and a part of him just accepted it. There was no way he could explain the feeling of being trapped, but it could be similar to suffocating or being stuck in a never-ending elevator while having the claustrophobic trait; quite awful, and that was obvious with most players in the game who were sane, at least.

"Hmm." He stopped, ears twitching and head perked up at the sound of yet another group to interrupt solely for the amusing responses of others. Hopefully, these few wouldn't run away this time. Iolite felt a bit lonely at the moment and wouldn't mind a buddy or two to annoy. Shoving both hands in the pockets of his black trousers, Iolite made up his mind and headed towards the (obviously) higher-leveled players. Pulling one hand out of a pocket, Iolite waved and approached just as the white-haired girl with orbs to match his own retorted in a snobby fashion to the rest of the pack.

"We are all humans! Why so bias?" He stared at the short female, grinning lopsidedly. "You seem great~ But does not mean you should act like this. Let's all get along." Iolite's crimson eyes lit up, and he claped his hands together with the last word passionately. His accent did cause some problems grammar wise here and there, but Iolite seemed to get by with a decent English vocabulary and thick, Russian dialect.

"Just..." Iolite shifted his eyes from the man to the woman, and back to the person whom he'd bumped into. "fine." He smirked, tapping a slender finger with painted red nails to his chin. "And I am in presence of beautiful people!" Moving behind Jomei and Piera quickly, Iolite wrapped his arms around where his long arms could reach and squeezed the two acquaintances closer to him in a tight embrace. "Iolite! My name is Iolite, like gem. You know?" He let go, yet remained between the two and pat Piera on the head. "You are forgiven. Are you always sweet, hmm?" Iolite hadn't said her name just yet, knowing he'd have trouble pronouncing either username no matter how hard he tried and that was a tad embarrassing especially in front of players he just met.

"And you... you are a tall one. I like this, very good looking." Iolite seemed to squint as he inspected Jomei, keeping a straight expression before decided that he was indeed attractive to some extent. "What are you two doing out tonight, then?"

Iolite really missed his home country, and would rather be roaming the streets there instead of in this game. Better yet, he'd rather go back to Tokyo and stand on busy streets among numerous other aspiring artists hoping to sell their art just as much as he wanted to. Iolite hadn't played games in a long, long time... let alone a role-playing one; during those times he was a she, and she only played shooting games, with cards, or a board-game set found in the attic. Thus, such advanced technology happened to be a bit confusing for a male like Iolite who preferred to use traditional items. 

Reading the guide and understand the game along with other players came easily, Japanese was Iolite's second fluent language after all. What he didn't seem to get was how to work out the system even after reading every tutorial available out there. He needed first-hand experience, someone willing to teach him a thing or two, and anyone would suffice at this moment to be honest. Not once had he handled a spear, nor had Iolite fought a single soul or animal. Where wo-

Iolite gasped as he collided with a frame much taller than his, much bigger and probably stronger. Sighing loudly, and nothing short of dramatically, Iolite backed up and began wiping at his cloth clothing. "Should really look out..." He mumbled monotonley, displeased with the way his attire had to be fixed and put back into place as they'd been moved slightly on his body. After straightening everything out, Iolite would lift his head and place both hands on his hips while fixating his eyes on the stranger before him. "Apology?"

OMG Takao, you're onto something... We need clones...

Really, I don't care who plays who as long as Asuna, Lisbeth, Sinon, and Klein are smokin' hot. They should also have some talent, I'd be disappointed if they made a movie off of SAO and it sucked because the characters aren't believable.

Made this for you Takao:

Enjoy ;3

ROLEPLAYS

» [private] Piera and Jomei // Scouting - in progress
» [open] Open // An Idol is Reborn! - in progress 
» [private] Eulalia // Dystopia - in progress
» [solo] Pastels - in progress
» [solo/private/open] LinkedTitle - in progress
» [solo/private/open] LinkedTitle - in progress
» [solo/private/open] LinkedTitle - in progress
(no "in progress" means its complete; "incomplete" can mean one or the other person stopped replying for a long time)

SKILLS

_{0 SP}

_{5 SP used} 

_{0 SP unused}

►Two-Handed Assault Spear:

Rank 1 (+1 Damage)

Passive

The effectiveness with which a player can use two-handed piercing type polearms.

AVAILABLE SWORD ARTS

(I) Sonic Charge - 1x1 & AOE - A forward thrust which explodes energy at the end of the move.

(I) Twin Thrust - 2x1 & Stun - Two forward thrusts aimed at the neck and knees. {LOCKED}

TOTAL STATISTICS

~1 Energy

~2 Damage

I O L I T E

PROFILE

Username - Iolite

Real Name - Ilya (Илья) Nikitichna (Никитична) Aleksandrov (Александров)

Age - 20 years

Gender - Male (Transgender Female)

Height - 5'11" // 155.7 cm

Sexuality - Panromantic Homosexual

Ethnicity/Nationality - Russian

ABOUT

History -

Ilya has always been the odd link in the beautiful chain of his family; specifically because of his long, black hair and crimson eyes. The rest of his kin maintained flowing, wavy locks of streak blonde hair and sported bright blue eyes. Despite the difference in appearance, his parents eventually let go of these facts and instead cherished their new beautiful baby adorning the fine looks they aspired for. However Ilya was born a female to the name "Anfisa (Анфиса)", thus he wasn't always male and nobody seriously expected for such a lovely little girl to take drastic measures and become something she wasn't supposed to.

You could say Ilya was meant to be the opposite gender, that's exactly how he'll explain why he decided to become trans in the first place. Ever since she could walk Anfisa could be found taking place in activities meant for the male gender, which was definitely strange in Russia: where men are men and women are women. She didn't like the glamorous clothing her sisters wore, or made her wear, nor did Anfisa enjoy doing makeup, playing with dolls, dress-up, or watching princess movies and listening to silly fair-tales. Instead Anfisa would hang out with her brothers, was fascinated by dinosaurs and knights, had a construction play-set, concocted mud-pies, and teased other girls while ripping the heads off their dolls.

She especially became interested in games, first with board games and then moving on to consoles and systems that were high-tech for the time. Mainly, the thought of crushing all of her opponents was what drew Anfisa to video games, but as she continued playing simply the element of gaming itself kept her interested enough for this daily activity to become a hobby. Of course, she balanced herself and only played for a few hours a day but loved every second she had to game; even more so when she got to compete against her brothers.

Her father didn't mind the behavior and instead praised Anfisa for getting in touch with her "other side", but both parents certainly were concerned when Anfisa turned 9 years old and still hadn't grown out of performing such things. All Anfisa wanted to wear were hand-me-downs from her brothers, kept her hair greased back instead of up in curls or fancy hairstyles, and began complaining about hating her growing body and not knowing whether she were male or female. Anfisa still prepped up before going out; though that wasn't a sign of feminism, everyone in her hometown were and still are fashion fanatics, known to do anything and everything with their appearance physically possible before stepping out of the door.

So at the age of 10 years, at the most appropriate time, Anfisa's mother decided it was finally time to take a step forward and dealt with the issue herself despite the protests of her loving husband whom would feel ashamed about gender change. Homosexuality already happened to be such a sensitive topic in Russia, and now his daughter was going to become a male...

Half a year of adjusting, a shifty name change, and getting used to things at home and Anfisa, a female, was finally Ilya, a male. He felt freedom living in the correct skin he was supposed to be, not to be judged for the things he did now. This was during spring break and the time when Ilya was feeling most emotional, not being able to express his feelings Ilya was extremely stressed until he picked up a paintbrush and formed those emotions into works of art. He was a natural, had a real talent and couldn't wait to show off two new things about himself at school when he got back.

...Except things didn't go as well as he thought they would. Bullies, homophobes, generally anyone and everyone that could would tease Ilya in one way or another. Either they wanted to fit in, were disgusted by his gender change, or just enjoyed poking at other students; Ilya didn't understand what was wrong and had to turn to his siblings if he felt unsafe or needed someone to get the pests off his back in between classes. Being a strong person to the core, Ilya survived his whole experience and remained in school until his Senior year in high school. Throughout the time, however, Ilya would use art as an escape and video games as a back up if he didn't feel his usual creative muse on the inside. Luckily, his family would also provide as emotional support and he also had those choice few friends that stuck with him throughout everything to lean on at anytime. 

18 years of age, and shortly after dropping out of high school, right before graduation, Ilya instead follows his eldest brother to Japan whom needs help becoming a "somebody" in the animation and game production business. Ilya could've waited 5 months and got his diploma, but he was restless and dreamed of amusing Japan along with all the opportunities he had to become famous from his art. They move straight to Tokyo, the most well known place in the land once foreign to them, and into a small apartment together. 2 years of learning the language, meeting interesting people, and selling art on the streets; Ilya has yet to become bored of this place, and is glad he decided to move to Japan instead of America like the rest of his siblings had. His brother, thankful for Ilya's services, gives him a set of NerveGear as a gift. Ilya wasn't much into gaming anymore, but he remembered how fun those times when he did have the time to do so were; thus Ilya bought himself a copy of Sword Art Online when he could get his hands on the game. 

Being stuck in the game? A problem for Ilya, who knows he needs to provide alongside his brother... who wants to see his parted family at least one more time.

VIRTUES

Social Butterfly - Ilya loves meeting new people, making conversation, and analyzing the behavior of others. He'll be noticeably more interested in people who are attractive, or different from the rest in his eyes. If he's ignoring you and paying attention to someone else it's not because Ilya doesn't like you, you've only lost his interest or are too bland for your own good. He's everyone's friend even if said "friend" wants absolutely nothing to do with him, and goes from person to person while talking so the focus is not only kept on him but so he can assure that everyone likes him. The more friends, the more confident Ilya feels.

Impartiality - Knowing what it's like to be both genders in a country where gender bias-ism takes place everywhere, Ilya refrains from taking sides and is excellent at seeing from both sides. He doesn't judge people, nor does he enjoy being judged so don't be like that around him. He'll do his best to solve arguments, debates, and anything that has people on different sides with different stories and/or claims. Ilya will weigh all opinions equally and most of all: respect anyone no matter how different their view is from his. 

Spontaneity - Though he analyzes people himself to better understand their behavior, that doesn't mean you'll be able to predict Ilya's next move or latest mood swing. He was born this way, but also enjoys changing his behavior depending on who he's around or what situation he's in to keep things in a playful mood and most of all: interesting. To keep people's attention is an important thing, and acting out or playing around when others least expect it is the best way to do so to Ilya.

FLAWS

Finicky - Ilya is a picky person about almost everything. His food can't be touching, his art must be the right tone of colors, his hair has to be parted a certain way, etc. You'll notice he's just as hard to please as he is a picky man, always complaining about something even when there's nothing wrong; Ilya can always find a way to make one little thing imperfect and just not good enough for himself. You could call him a perfectionist, and he'll roll your eyes when you call him that even though Ilya knows how he can be when it comes to deciphering his surroundings. Even when he's speaking, despite a Russian accent, you'll notice that Ilya picks the words he finds perfect to say before speaking.

Flirt - Being a tease is part of being fun, or so Ilya thinks. He loves to arouse the interest of others by playing with their emotions while using his natural looks to lure people in. Of course, that's just all for the heck of it and in the end that flirty comment doesn't mean anything at all, especially if you're a woman because Ilya doesn't find himself psychically attracted to females. You can tell when Ilya really means what he says, and when he's just being flirtatious for the fun.

Liar - Pleasing people, even if that means telling a few small tales, is what Ilya strives for; thus, he tends to lie to make others happy. He's a professional at lying, not a single soul could tell that's he lying right to their face no matter how articulate they are. That's because Ilya has been doing this for a long time and knows just what to say to make you happy in any situation. Lying to him is a good thing, and the world wouldn't be a nice place without it. Or maybe he's just saying that to confuse you?...

PROFESSION - N/A

INVENTORY

Weapons/Tools
» Two-Handed Assault Spear

Armour

» Red and Black beginner's clothing

Vanity

» N/A

RELATIONSHIPS

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