Aurora
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PRONOUNS: She/Her.
SEXUALITY: Bisexual.
ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good
BIRTHDAY: June 24 - Cancer.
SPECIES: Half-Faerie, Half-Lapine.
NICKNAME/ALIASES: Briar Rose, Little Rose, Rosebud.
CIRCLES OF INFLUENCE: Radiant Dawn, Roses,
Thorns/Vines, Butterflies, Healing Magic, Eostre,
Spring & Summer, Rabbits, Fertility, Motherhood
A Rose Sheltered By Thorns
Feminine - Romantic - Vivacious - Stubborn - Demure - Intelligent - Coquette - Submissive
“She walks beside the crumbling parapets and wonders, lonely if the world forgets.
The years have passed without the gentle songs, the thorns untended grow to now prolong."
Named after the radiant dawn, Aurora is a warm and effervescent young beauty, just shy of twenty years of age. As all bunnies like her, she keeps a soft, diminutive silhouette, standing at only 5', not including her upright rounded ears. Even with her love for the art of dance to keep her fit, Aurora's fondness of sweets and a lavish lifestyle keeps her body plush and curvy, with alluring hips and a full swell of breasts. A touch vain, Aurora is concerned with her appearance and takes great care grooming and dressing herself. Her hair is the color of purest rose gold, as delicate as blown dandelions and her fur is as soft as petals, though her crystalline turquoise eyes reflect a strange sadness and longing, always looking at the edges of her prison.
Aurora never knew the secret of her birthright -that of a lost princess, or the death curse that was laid upon her during the christening of her secret birth. Only in dreams did she hear a lullaby that felt warm and right, or glimpse visions of summer balls and glittering gowns, of forbidden unions in the woods between mortal and fae. She only knew of the lonely marbed ruins of a palace protected for centuries by pink and ruby roses and their wild tangle of thorns that scaled even it's tallest crumbling spires. She was a relic of an age of fairy tales forgotten to time. Born of mortal and fae origins, Aurora's origins were a taboo within itself. As a result of her birth, she wove two worlds together with her singular existence. A power like that and due to her curse- she has to be protected... and thus she was hidden away behind a wall of thorns, a precious treasure, a relic of an age of fairy tales forgotten to time.
“Her turquoise eyes well up with crystal tears, a curse unknown to her but that she fears.
Though lapine doe is blessed with endless charm, the secret of her birth will bring her harm."
By reason of her prey status and sheltered life, at first sight she is a flighty creature, slightly shy and wary of strangers, especially in the company of larger individuals and predator-folk. Though fragile in body, Aurora isn't as passive or helpless as she may seem. A rose has it's thorns. A fae creature of the Otherworld, Aurora is mercurial and temperamental, A faerie is known to be quick to anger without proper etiquette and due respect. She is confident and outspoken in her opinions and seldom likes being told what to do. She resists being mistreated, undermined, humiliated, demeaned, or controlled by anyone. She is also quite witty and precocious and uses this trait to her advantage to outsmart others. Her love of books were her escape from her solitude and has allowed her to gain a significant amount of intelligence over the years in subjects befitting a princess: astrology, geography, music, art, and foreign languages. it provided her with an elevated vocabulary, an active imagination and an open mind.
As time went on, as if called to the lamenting princess, did Winter's icy fingers hold the crumbling palace in its clutches. For the first time, snow fell in her garden, frosted the roofed turrets and parapets and melted on Aurora's rosy cheeks. The magic of the protective briar barrier began to weaken with each passing light as the fear and loneliness that tugged at her heartstrings grew stronger. It was only then did the faint siren song of her curse call out to her and the distant sound of a spinning wheel turning, leading her to astray from her gilded cage into a hard, cruel world that had advanced without her.
“Her soul has been possessed by wicked fate: she'll dance and play her role, her life abate.
The Faerie crown shall rest upon her head; what good is it to her if she is dead?"
Named after the radiant dawn, Aurora is a warm and effervescent young beauty, just shy of twenty years of age. As all bunnies like her, she keeps a soft, diminutive silhouette, standing at only 5', not including her upright rounded ears. Even with her love for the art of dance to keep her fit, Aurora's fondness of sweets and a lavish lifestyle keeps her body plush and curvy, with alluring hips and a full swell of breasts. A touch vain, Aurora is concerned with her appearance and takes great care grooming and dressing herself. Her hair is the color of purest rose gold, as delicate as blown dandelions and her fur is as soft as petals, though her crystalline turquoise eyes reflect a strange sadness and longing, always looking at the edges of her prison.
Aurora never knew the secret of her birthright -that of a lost princess, or the death curse that was laid upon her during the christening of her secret birth. Only in dreams did she hear a lullaby that felt warm and right, or glimpse visions of summer balls and glittering gowns, of forbidden unions in the woods between mortal and fae. She only knew of the lonely marbed ruins of a palace protected for centuries by pink and ruby roses and their wild tangle of thorns that scaled even it's tallest crumbling spires. She was a relic of an age of fairy tales forgotten to time. Born of mortal and fae origins, Aurora's origins were a taboo within itself. As a result of her birth, she wove two worlds together with her singular existence. A power like that and due to her curse- she has to be protected... and thus she was hidden away behind a wall of thorns, a precious treasure, a relic of an age of fairy tales forgotten to time.
“Her turquoise eyes well up with crystal tears, a curse unknown to her but that she fears.
Though lapine doe is blessed with endless charm, the secret of her birth will bring her harm."
By reason of her prey status and sheltered life, at first sight she is a flighty creature, slightly shy and wary of strangers, especially in the company of larger individuals and predator-folk. Though fragile in body, Aurora isn't as passive or helpless as she may seem. A rose has it's thorns. A fae creature of the Otherworld, Aurora is mercurial and temperamental, A faerie is known to be quick to anger without proper etiquette and due respect. She is confident and outspoken in her opinions and seldom likes being told what to do. She resists being mistreated, undermined, humiliated, demeaned, or controlled by anyone. She is also quite witty and precocious and uses this trait to her advantage to outsmart others. Her love of books were her escape from her solitude and has allowed her to gain a significant amount of intelligence over the years in subjects befitting a princess: astrology, geography, music, art, and foreign languages. it provided her with an elevated vocabulary, an active imagination and an open mind.
As time went on, as if called to the lamenting princess, did Winter's icy fingers hold the crumbling palace in its clutches. For the first time, snow fell in her garden, frosted the roofed turrets and parapets and melted on Aurora's rosy cheeks. The magic of the protective briar barrier began to weaken with each passing light as the fear and loneliness that tugged at her heartstrings grew stronger. It was only then did the faint siren song of her curse call out to her and the distant sound of a spinning wheel turning, leading her to astray from her gilded cage into a hard, cruel world that had advanced without her.
“Her soul has been possessed by wicked fate: she'll dance and play her role, her life abate.
The Faerie crown shall rest upon her head; what good is it to her if she is dead?"
