Rion Lilith Gunvor

[Spectre]

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Rion Lilith Gunvor

Spectre

And I listen for the whisper
Of your sweet insanity
While I formulate denials
Of your effect on me
You’re a stranger so
What do I care?
Vanished today
Not the first time I hear
All the lights

What am I to do with all this silence?

Shy away
Shy away phantom
Run away
Terrified child
Won't you
Move away
Fuck the tornado
A better love without you
Tearing my world down

~Vitals~

~Name: Rion Lilith Gunvor
~Title: Aengel
~Nicknames: Schizo
~Age: Unknown
~Gender: Female
~Race: Unknown
~Planet of Origin: Unknown
~Sexuality: Heterosexual
~Faction: Aengels
~Reputation: People say she’s schizophrenic. She is definitely bit off to say the least; but an interesting object of study, nonetheless. Decent with a blade, she’s an asset to any team as long as she keeps her head straight.
~Former Life: The furthest back Rion can remember, she was wandering the streets and spewing out the details of her delusions…and that’s what got her locked up. That’s a faint memory at this point, though. Most recently, she was living in an asylum, choking down antipsychotics. Yum, yum.

~In Combat~

~POWERS:
Rion is able to slip into an alternate reality where her ‘hallucinations’ become fact. At times she is able to drag her companions along with her, it’s sporadic, she has no control over when she travels to this ‘world,’ who she brings with her, or who/what they encounter once they reach the other side. Her companions are then able to see, hear, smell, touch, and taste everything in this alternate world, as if being teleported to a different plane of existence. They experience everything there as they would in their own world; pleasure, pain…and even (theoretically, at least) death. At the very least it can make anyone quite unstable.

~Weapons and Equipment: Rion carries two small concealed blades, one at her waist and the other at her ankle. There’s nothing particularly stunning about the duo.
~Skills: Rion is a skilled story teller. Perhaps not the most common skill for an assassin, it still comes in handy. She makes a damn good distraction when one is needed.
~Former training: Rion attributes her talent with knives to previous training, but she is unable to fully articulate when she was trained or who she was trained by. She just knows that as far back as she can coherently recall, she has been able to use a blade.

~A Face to Fear~

~Height: 5’4”
~Weight: 127 lbs
~Hair Color: Dark blonde
~Hair Style: On the longer side, often frizzy and tangled up in front of her face.
~Eye Color: Hazel
~Play-By: Lykke Li
~Clothing Style: She has a thing for oversized shirts, always seeming to favor comfort over what’s fashionable. Layers are also a common theme, and it often looks as though she is wearing every piece of clothing she owns. Basic colors are her thing, and Rion is generally seen sporting simple black and white ensembles. Color is…distracting.
~Distinguishing Features: There’s nothing particularly stunning about Rion. She’s a rather plain girl, she blends into the crowd, and she quite enjoys it that way…Unless of course she starts mumbling to herself…or screaming…or whatnot. That can cause a bit of a scene at times.

~OVERALL APPEARANCE: Rion has a girlish, heart-shaped face, framed by an angry torrent of blonde-brown hair; a combination that is a touch off-putting. The massive amounts of eyeliner also do much to diminish her otherwise innocent qualities. While she has a healthy, petite frame, she isn’t one to gain much attention in the area of sexual attraction; her attire is a touch too baggy for that. Instead, she puts off an aura of someone who just isn’t all too sound. There’s a haunting gleam in her eye, a whisper lingering on her lips, as if she’s not really present in the moment.

~Beneath the Exterior~

~Likes:
-Cats
-Spiders
-Flowers
-Stories
-Lemonade
-Cities
-The smell of gasoline
-Cemeteries

~Dislikes:
-Numbers
-Medicine
-Confinement
-Brushing her hair
-Shopping
-Fire
-Buffets
-Being called insane

~Fears:
-Being forced to take medications that suppress her ‘hallucinations.’
-Truly being insane.
-Slipping into ‘unfavorable’ hallucinations.

~Weaknesses:
-Sporadic/uncontrollable powers
-Slips into catatonic states
-Easily confused/disoriented
-Overly trusting of others

~Strengths:
-Resilient
-Skilled with a blade
-Resourceful
-Often underestimated

~Goals:
-Figuring out exactly what her purpose is in this world.
-Returning to her ‘home world,’ or sinking into her hallucinations/delusions…depends how you look at it, really.


~Hobbies:
-Finding and befriending stray cats…if only for a moment.
-Picking flowers.
-Singing/humming to herself.
-People-watching.

~OVERALL PERSONALITY: Rion is…insane. Though she believes the term is relative. At times she is completely lucid, present in the moment, able to attend to a conversation without any issues whatsoever. At other times, she has a sort of dreamy quality about her actions, as though she’s suspended somewhere between this world and the world of her hallucinations. At her worst she drifts between stages of complete insanity, speaking in circles, seeming to create grandiose illusions within her mind and projecting them into the present. When she isn’t babbling she is catatonic, completely out of touch with reality. This changes on a day to day basis…an hour to hour basis, even. Rion does not label these changes as a sign of mental illness, however. She believes that everything she experiences is fact, and that she is literally passing between one plane of existence and another. It’s quite the hot topic. Don’t get her started on it if you’d like to prevent a temper tantrum.

But there’s more under her schizophrenic surface. Rion is in all actuality a very intelligent young woman, often underestimated by her peers. She has many interests, and soaks up whatever information she can get her hands on. This world remains a mystery to Rion, there is still much to see and much to experience. She is presently quite confused about her purpose in life, and believes exploration will lead her to the answer.

Rion is a people-pleaser. Reasonable requests will always be completed as (whether she admits it or not) she gets great satisfaction out of making others happy. Irrational requests will be pondered for a time, regardless of the personal sacrifice necessary, and she will seek out some form of guidance from her hallucinations or a trusted associate. Her hallucinations always have the last word. She both loves and fears them.

~Rap and History~

~Mother: Unknown
~Father: Unknown
~Siblings: Unknown
~Other relations: Unknown
~Companions: ‘Cinnamon’ the Cat (a common hallucination)


~OVERALL HISTORY:
Considering Rion’s addled thinking, it is quite difficult to produce an accurate personal history. The following describes her life in as much detail as she can recall. Some parts may be based off of delusions, hallucinations, or simple confusion. It is nearly impossible to separate all facts from ‘fiction’.

Rion believes she was born and raised in a different world, the ‘Other Side’, the world of her hallucinations. The Other side is dark, heavy, and lovely and terrifying. Sometimes she feels perfectly at home when she slips through, while on other occasions she is completely horrified by what she encounters. A still, warm, heavy-aired night. A twisted monster devouring corpses. Sometimes her visits are enjoyable; ‘Cinnamon’ the cat, for example, is a favorable visitor. Rion believes this blood-red feline was her pet whilst living in her natural plane of existence. Other times she finds herself standing before some demonic foe. Either way, the Other Side is home.

Rion believes the Other Side is the factual and ‘meaningful’ reality, while the world she presently inhabits (the world of the Force and the Eyrie) is the ‘alternate’ world, a divergent plane of existence that means much less in relation to the Other Side. Rion was a soldier of sorts on the Other Side, a loyal, trusted, and decorated servant who agreed to undertake a very important mission in this realm of existence…

Unfortuantely…she forgot her mission.

When Rion first arrived in this plane, she wandered about, overly trusting of the individuals she met, she told them of her world, of this ‘Other Side’ (though in those days she could recall the true name of the Other Side, but she has since forgotten it). Apparently no one believed her. No one believed in the Other Side, no one believed her when she spoke of the creatures that slipped into this realm, attracted to her presence here. These things from the Other Side that she blatantly saw, heard, touched, smelled, and tasted…they were dubbed ‘hallucinations’. Her belief that she was a highly-respected official in this Other World was called a ‘delusion’. Rion was labeled a disturber of the peace, a threat to society, and mentally insane.

In time, Rion was attacked by the equivalent of a police force, overpowered, and imprisoned on some scummy isolated planet. She can’t recall the name. The guards said they held her captive for her own good, that she was not imprisoned, but being held in an asylum to treat her symptoms. They could say what they wanted, but it was a fucking prison. She was in a small dark room with bars on the windows all day and night without even a moment of freedom.

At first they gave her pills to quiet her ‘mental illness,’ pills that she would hide under her tongue, spit out in their faces, vomit up after the guards wandered off…So in time they slipped them right into her food. Rion wasn’t fed much. Her choice was to either consume the pills or starve to death. So she chose to take the pills.

How long was she there? She can’t recall. A year? Two years? Three? Days and nights and time itself all blurred. Her memories faded, her link to the Other Side faded. Her hallucinations became less frequent. Her delusions quieted. She was a girl. A girl in a cell. A girl that took medication to suppress wild imaginings brought on by insanity. She was left quieted, somber, a phantom of her real self. When she was finally able to admit that she was insane, Rion was freed from her cell, given a 60-day supply of medication, and sent out on her own.

She didn’t take a single pill. She’s not fucking insane.

Slowly but surely the hallucinations began to creep back into her life, the delusions sunk back into her brain, slowly ingrained themselves back into her memory. All she can do is encourage these ‘symptoms’, urge them on and strengthen her connection to the Other Side in order to collect the details to her mission and piece them all back together.

~Writing Sample~

How long was she here for now? A few months, perhaps. It would be…summer by now, she assumed. Or this planet’s equivalent…this planet…whatever it was called. The name already slipped from her mind.

She sat. Just like she did every other day in this abysmal dark cell, she sat. She just sat…until she saw the cat. Then she sat and saw the cat. Blood red with piercing green eyes. Like Christmas…though the girl had no idea what Christmas was. She sat and gave the cat a friendly pat.

Ha. Rhymes. Giggle.

Dearest Cinnamon, her closest friend. Not that she could be sure if she even had any other friends to compare him to…Maybe she did. Maybe she didn’t. But it was only dear Cinnamon that made the effort to bridge the gap and regularly visit Rion no matter where her mind spat her out, be it on This side or the Other.

An eerie smile. A song for Cinnamon. A song for the Other Side. It bubbled forth from her lips.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's dark and gray.
I'll always think of you that way.

“Have you ever heard of that one, Cinnamon? I…I wrote that? I sang it. I had a concert and I sang it…You were the audience. You and all the other cats…”

Doors creaked open on rusted hinges. Chains rattled, no doubt wrapped around guilty wrists. A new prisoner? A new prisoner. There weren’t many prisoners in this wing. It was too dark to see anything beyond her cell.

“Who’s that, Cinnamon? Do you think it’s a new friend? Do you think they’re crazy like us?”

Crazy like us, Cinnamon. Wait, we’re not crazy. We’re not crazy.

[Catalyst Echo]