๐–ˆ๐–—๐–†๐–Ÿ๐–ž ๐–”๐–“ ๐–ž๐–”๐–š >> NINA


  • โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”


    alt text


    ๐•ฟ๐–†๐–‡๐–‘๐–Š ๐–”๐–‹ ๐•ฎ๐–”๐–“๐–™๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–˜

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    สŸแด‡ษขแด€สŸ ษชษดา“แดส€แดแด€แด›ษชแดษด | แด ษชsแด€ษขแด‡ | แด˜แด‡ส€sแดษดแด€สŸษชแด›ส | ส™ษชแดษขส€แด€แด˜สœส | แด‡xแด›ส€แด€s | ส€แด‡สŸแด€แด›ษชแดษดsสœษชแด˜s | แด˜สŸแดแด›s

    1167 6 0 Share

    Comments (5)

  • โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง. ๐•ท๐–Š๐–Œ๐–†๐–‘ ๐•ด๐–“๐–‹๐–”๐–—๐–’๐–†๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“ .โœงหšโ‚Šโ€ง

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    alt text

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐๐€๐Œ๐„: Philonina Hera Heavenstone
    ๐๐ˆ๐‚๐Š๐๐€๐Œ๐„: Nina

    ๐€๐†๐„: Twenty-one
    ๐ƒ๐€๐“๐„ ๐Ž๐… ๐๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐‡: January 27th
    ๐™๐Ž๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€๐‚: Aquarius

    ๐๐‘๐Ž๐๐Ž๐”๐๐’: she/they
    ๐’๐„๐—๐”๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐˜: bisexual

    ๐‘๐€๐‚๐„: Magical

    ๐Œ๐Ž๐ƒ๐„๐‹: Fernanda Ly | Yuno Gasai from Future Diary
    ๐‚๐Ž๐‹๐Ž๐‘ ๐‚๐Ž๐ƒ๐„๐’:
    #CDE3C5
    #D9AC82
    #D4C49A
    #E39797


  • โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง. ๐–๐–Ž๐–˜๐–†๐–Œ๐–Š .โœงหšโ‚Šโ€ง

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    alt text

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐‡๐€๐ˆ๐‘: Well-past shoulder-length hair of ever-changing color, usually by magical means over traditional hairdye. Most commonly, however, her hair appears pink and usually decorated with a wide-array of ornate hairclips and in a pair of braids.

    ๐„๐˜๐„๐’: Dark, almost stormy. However, theyโ€™re almost always smiling, making said storm more like a rainshower that oftentimes leads to a rainbow.

    ๐‡๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“: 5โ€™3โ€™โ€™

    ๐๐”๐ˆ๐‹๐ƒ: Lithe, slender, and seemingly easily-breakable. Though, as Nina will tell you, far from it.

    ๐’๐Š๐ˆ๐: Pale with mild green undertones.

    ๐๐Ž๐ƒ๐˜ ๐Œ๐Ž๐ƒ๐ˆ๐…๐ˆ๐‚๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐๐’ + ๐’๐‚๐€๐‘๐’: A small burn scar on the side of her hand due to a potion gone wrong. Her arms and legs are covered in a wide variety of self-drawn tattoos, some of suns, rainbows, runes, etc.

    ๐’๐“๐˜๐‹๐„: coming soon!




  • โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง. ๐•ป๐–Š๐–—๐–˜๐–”๐–“๐–†๐–‘๐–Ž๐–™๐–ž .โœงหšโ‚Šโ€ง

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    alt text

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐•๐ˆ๐„๐–: oddball, endearing, quiet, introverted, constantly wearing a mask of neutrality and seriousness, creative, ditzy, avoidant, socially anxious, quirky, clumsy, easily confused, gullible, cowardly, subtly depressed, and guileless

    ๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„๐’: sitting under the sun, spending time alone with their cat Bubbles, pretty rocks and crystals (in particular, collecting them), tattooing her body with runes, a small amount of breeze, rainbows, painting their nails, scrying, spicy candies, writing poems, avoiding people who seem to only make her feel small
    ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„๐’: making a fool out of herself, messing up a spell, hurting others, being forced into small talk, too much frosting on cake, propriety, being forced into a corner (metaphorical and literal), tears, swimming

    ๐‡๐Ž๐๐๐ˆ๐„๐’: working on her grimoire, finding new corners to hide in, writing, jewelry-making, scavenging, frolicking under self-made rainbows
    ๐’๐Š๐ˆ๐‹๐‹๐’: light-based magic, potion-making, blending into the shadows, and making fun of herself

    ๐๐”๐ˆ๐‘๐Š๐’: taking off her many, dangly earrings when frustrated, her ears and hair turning bright red when flustered, constantly tripping over her own feet, forgetting where they last put something (even if it was only minutes before), constantly walking into rooms and realizing they donโ€™t recall why she went in there, chipping off her nail polish when nervous
    ๐…๐„๐€๐‘๐’: what comes after death, disappointing people, hurting herself and others, bothering people

    ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„๐’ ๐Œ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„๐‹๐˜ ๐“๐Ž ๐๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ: hiding away in her space, playing around in a forest of some variety, sticking her feet in a lake while writing in her notebook


  • โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง. ๐•ญ๐–Ž๐–”๐–Œ๐–—๐–†๐–•๐–๐–ž .โœงหšโ‚Šโ€ง

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    alt text

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐Ž๐•๐„๐‘๐•๐ˆ๐„๐–:
    โ €โ € coming soon!

    ๐…๐ˆ๐๐„๐‘ ๐ƒ๐„๐“๐€๐ˆ๐‹๐’:

    โ€œWhere did you run off to again?โ€

    โ €โ € Surrounded by the family gardens, Nina surpassed her childhood pleasantly. Lovely, even. Her life bloomed flowers around every corner, up every alley. Her mom, Nylaphee charmed her with silly bits of magic, floating droplets of water or causing a tiny rain-storm. Their mother, Willamina, slightly more dignified in her approach to child-rearing, stuck to striking a tiny flame on her fingertip and lighting her pipe as a means of impressing Nina. Ninaโ€™s brother, Iggy, many years older than she, was oftentimes more like an uncle than a true older sibling. Like her, he has the capacity to manipulate light energy through a similar use of rainbows and sunlight. When he was around, the family felt whole, completed. The Heavenstone household was full. Ninaโ€™s early life was stocked with countless parties with the neighbors, nights spent together as a family, and annoying her loved ones with her absurd what-ifs and little bits of kiddie magic (including a small flame to the living room curtainsโ€ฆ).

    โ€Are you running away again?โ€

    โ €โ € As Nina grew older, so did the rest of her family. So did the rest of their feelings. The old magic simply didnโ€™t do the trick any more, so to speak. Rather, Ninaโ€™s mom left for a normal outing, heading towards the woods to gather supplies for their seasonal potion, which is often sold towards the end of the year in order to help people with yearly allergies and protection. The potions required a surplus amount of yellow-grass blessed by starlight, which often could only be found in mass quantities in a woods a few towns over. Nylaphee had gone on the expedition, lonesome, for over a decade. For some reason, this instance resulted in her death, supposedly via getting lost. Nina cannot believe, in her heart, that her mother would get lost, but part of her canโ€™t help but hope thatโ€™s all it was.

    โ €โ € Some people, like her mother and brother, believe it had everything to do with her wanting to escape. Iggy listened all morning to their parents arguing, walking past Nina, who was hiding behind the banister to the stairs, on his way to scream at them. He told their mom to go on her own, get the ingredients needed for their best-selling item. Center yourself, had been his exact words. Their mom twisted her mouth, saying, โ€œFunny you should mention. Thatโ€™s what your mother said we should do.โ€ The two parents passed glares between each other, though moments later, they were whispering quietly in the doorway. Iggy had gone for a walk at this point, but Nina watched her mothers hug, however briefly, before Nyla left.=|
    |=โ €โ € Within a few hours after the grand, mahogany door to the estate closed, the family changed forever. Nyla didnโ€™t come home, and soon after, Iggy wouldnโ€™t either. Her disappearance and subsequent assumed death deeply wounded Iggy, who refused to believe that his birth mother had died. He believed Willamina had something to do with it, had to have. His mother was alive out there, simply gone from them due to the stress of living with Willa. Nina never bought into these lies, but this often hurt Iggy and confused Willa. It was always that stolen moment, that brief reprise from all the anger in a moment of long-lost love, that led her to believe whatever happened was not an act of her mother. Though, the events of the coming years would challenge that.

    โ €โ € Iggy left to find Nylaphee, exploring the great world of Una. He hadnโ€™t spoken to them in years, though every year the Heavenstones would receive a miscellaneous package of yellow-grass. It always makes the best new-years potions, the kind Nyla would be proud to see produced and sold under her family name. With her years of disappearance, Willa continued to teach Nina the family traditions regarding magic, especially spell-casting. It appeared that her grief, or guilt as Iggy would say, led to an almost militaristic approach to magic and to life. Stifled, to say the least.

    โ €โ € Willamina worked tirelessly to preserve the family legacy, expanding their shop in town and pushing her own magic to its limits. Fire impresses many and goes a long way with people looking to profit off of sun magic. Willa was more than happy to provide, knowing it was helping to keep her wifeโ€™s memory alive, burning as hotly as one of her most toxic licks of flame. Nina was roped into this dynamic, expected to hold the same status as her mom, who was widely regarded and well-loved by most everyone who met her. There were times where Willa would encourage her to embody some of Iggyโ€™s ferocity, passion for the craft. Nina was asked not to be Nina, but some imitation of her brother and mom. Willa would tell her to stop acting so dramatic, that she was doing so much more than adolescent Philonina was, that she needed to pull her weight more. Nina wasnโ€™t excelling enough as a witch, wasnโ€™t impressive enough. As a person, independent of her magic, she always failed to be sweet enough, kind enough, loveable enough. Her life was a constant game of her trying to be better, getting lost in the process. Rather, covering up in the process. It was suffocating, and Nina had to escape

    โ€Not you, too.โ€

    โ €โ € On a random night with a sprinkling of rain, the type that always reminded her of her mother, Nina made a move to run off on her lonesome. She checked the mailbox as she got to the end of the estateโ€™s driveway, waving hello to a bird that was surely stuck due to the water. She eyed the letter inviting her to Nymโ€™s Palace. She was to court an Elite, if she so chose. The golden letter felt heavy in her hands, perplexing. There was a decision to be made. She grabbed the paper, hid it in her jacket, before running back to the house.

    โ €โ € Her mother had been at the shop, toiling over a new potion batch, when sheโ€™d made a move to leave. Coming back, it was only a few minutes into her unpacking that her mother returned home. Willa saw her only daughter, wet from the rain, trying to undo an over-packed ruck-sack in the foyer. โ€œNo you, too,โ€ sheโ€™d said, angry. She pulled at her young daughterโ€™s shoulder, shocked by how Nina had waited until she was fully grown to try and run off. Nina had fear in her eyes, unsure what her mother was trying to do. Then, on instinct, she pulled out the letter. โ€œI was just going for a walk when I saw this,โ€ she told Willa, who let go of her. It was the first and last time she ever touched her daughter in such a rough manner, but for now, Nina avoids being within armโ€™s reach of her.

    โ €โ € Quickly, after the awkward entanglement and the blatant lie the pair believed, they prepared Nina for her journey. Rather, Willa felt conflicted, unsure if she wanted her sole family member to leave. This resulted in a lot of the two avoiding each other, solely discussing her departure. To Nina, it felt as though her mother couldnโ€™t wait to be rid of her. To Willa, it felt as though her daughter was punishing her. It occurred to Nina, as she began to prepare, that she didnโ€™t have any real reason to want to go off and galavant with royalty. It appeared that sheโ€™d gotten herself into a pickle that couldnโ€™t be undone, especially when she didnโ€™t have any other option than simply leaving. At least, maybe, she can get a hot, new friend out of it?


  • โ€งโ‚Šหšโœง. ๐•ธ๐–†๐–Œ๐–Ž๐–ˆ๐–†๐–‘ ๐•ฌ๐–‡๐–Ž๐–‘๐–Ž๐–™๐–Ž๐–Š๐–˜ + ๐•ฐ๐–๐–™๐–—๐–†๐–˜ .โœงหšโ‚Šโ€ง

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”ห–หš ห™ห– โ—‰ ห–ห™ หšห–โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    alt text

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐€๐๐ˆ๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐ˆ๐„๐’:
    Ninaโ€™s capabilities are primarily related to one environmental element: rainbows. Her magic revolves around manipulating light energy to her favor, though this comes with its own set of consequences.

    ๐“Ÿ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ผ
    โ €โ € The ability to manipulate light. In Ninaโ€™s case, this relates specifically to rainbows and light energy.

    ๐“Ÿ๐”‚๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ผ
    โ €โ € The ability to create fire. For Nina, this is another off-shoot of manipulating light energy in order to create multi-colored flames.

    ๐“—๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ผ๐“ฒ๐“ผ
    โ €โ € The ability to create illusions. Through utilizing the power of rainbows and light energy, Nina can create veneer illusions. This is one of her more powerful abilities, so she uses it sparingly.


    ๐“ข๐“ฌ๐“ป๐”‚๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
    โ €โ € The skil to view different parts of the past, future, and present, especially if a scrying device was present during said area and time you wish to see. For Nina, she uses a natural pink amethyst crystal ball, which is usually in her room by her altar.

    ๐“Ÿ๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ธ๐“ท-๐“œ๐“ช๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
    โ €โ € The skill of manufacturing magical liquids and other consumables through the use of magic, spell-casting, herbs, and other natural materials.

    ๐“ข๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ต-๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ
    โ €โ € The skill of using magical intention and manifestation to create a powerful language-set. Her family has one that theyโ€™ve used for generations upon generations. For Nina, this comes with


    ๐“ข๐“พ๐“ท-๐““๐“ฎ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐”‚
    โ €โ € With her abilities comes a price. The need for heat and light energy, both of which are key to her magic, is most poignant. Because of this, she often needs the sun present for her abilities to be fully-effective and not present someโ€ฆ quirks. At night, her abilities are severely diminished.

    ๐“‘๐“ธ๐“ญ๐”‚-๐“ฃ๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“น๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ป๐“ฎ
    โ €โ € As a little-quirk to her magic, her body tends to heat up quicker when sheโ€™s doing any form of light- and heat-based magic. Spells, potions, scrying, etc. are pretty basic, but forms of magic related to the sun and rainbows require her body to strangely produce more heat. Normally, this doesnโ€™t bother her too badly, though there are cases where she has passed out from the pain and the heat.

    ๐“‘๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ญ ๐“ข๐“พ๐“ฐ๐“ช๐“ป
    โ €โ € Another element to her magic is that it weighs a certain toll on her body. Oftentimes, this only occurs after quite a few uses of her magic, in particular one of her more unique abilities. Usually, she can pass by with just eating a cookie after a few too many spells (like 5-10+)

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐‡๐„๐€๐ƒ๐‚๐€๐๐Ž๐๐’:
    โ €โ € Nina is the type of girl to look up from a cauldron, face smeared, and go "Oh my!"
    โ €โ € Bumps into tables and things while trying to get out of a conversation with someone
    โ €โ € Usually makes weird verbal mistakes when she's feeling vulnerable

    ๐๐‹๐€๐˜๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“: coming soon !
    ๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐„๐‘๐„๐’๐“: here

Looks like your connection to URSTYLE was lost, please wait while we try to reconnect.