Lotus Blossom

"Now, that's quite the saying of the desperate, isn't it dear?" Astra remarked jokingly. She mocked a curtsy. "And how do you do? I must introduce myself." She smiled and, with a quick motion towards Dougella for a moment's pause, turned to Mark with an extended hand. "I'd be happy to ally with you, darling."

"Why, I wonder that you'd ask!" she flashed her smile and shook her hand, "Of course, darling."

Astra remains by the building, leaning back on the cold wall in a very saucy position with one hand up in the air and the other resting on her hips. She is smiling crookedly and surveying the area with an air of flamboyance and oddity. Noticing Dougella, she walks calmly over to her. "Why hello darling!" Astra uses her showy, auction smile as she extends a hand to her, "So pleased to meet you, the name's Astra."

Astra looked about her, tipsy, and realized that her two companions had left. What a shame. She walked, in her 'new money' fashion, over to the third entrance to the building. That was when a voice chimed in her head, with a thick traditional RP British accent: Damnit all, this is far too enigmatical for us, darling. Astra laughed and knocked on the door three times, politely, regardless. @Edema Rue Oh, Rivia, she said to her spren, You mustn't jump to conclusions. I can almost taste the gambling from outside. Hope is nowhere from lost for us, dear.

"Oh, switching to me, are we?" She laughed a little. "Astra. Astra Ay." "Oh, hello, I was just talking to your friend here. Krin is wonderful, I assure you." she smiled in her crooked manner at the new tribute, her perfume powerful and smoke-like air strong. @J. Magi "And you are?" Astra cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows and the tribute.

"Though..." she put a finger on her lower lip, "It wouldn't hurt to have your name. I like to familiarize myself with tributes, occasionally."

Astra turned her head over her shoulder. "Me?" She spun all the way back to face him. "Darling, I want to know nothing." She smiled.

Astra raised her eyebrow, then pivoted on her heel and walked slowly away from him. "Alright, have it your way," she paused in her steps, and kept her face turned the other way,"Though I didn't catch your name?"

"Who, me?" she smiled and tossed her hair as she leaned back. "Ha." She blew a kiss and walked up to Krinarl. "No, darling, I'm not drunk." She raised her eyebrows helplessly and looked around, a smile playing at her lips. "This is me sober." She grinned and shook out her short hair.

To anyone outside the building: As Astra walked jerkily about, with the air of fake perfume about her, she laughed quietly and surveyed the jungles. "Why hello there, tributes!" she muttered in her showy, auction voice. Then again, she welcomed them. Then again, she laughed. Then again, she walked. Pacing. Back, forth. From jungle tree to jungle tree. Around the casino. Her home.

Astra cursed and staggered back towards the shade of the jungle. All in time. All in time.

"Is that so?" she curses and makes a small motion of defiance by stomping a little on the ground. "No mater," her eyes rolled with annoyance. She sauntered towards another entrance, shaking her head in frustration and letting her ringlets bounce. She shoved her arm into the second door, kicking it a little.

Astra staggered to her feet in a jerky, tipsy motion and smiled her crooked smile again. "Well, this is no fun," she said with a pout, looking about the colorful jungle. She laughed under her breath and made her way to the building, standing on the side wall next to the doorway. Taking a breath to remind herself of the cigarettes and the wry smiles of home, she pranced in, pushing the door wide open and swaying inside. Her eyes do not widen, but her eyebrows calmly raise, with her mouth tilting up in a playful manner. "Astra has arrived. How are you folks?" She looked around, holding a hand up in a silky way, imitating the satins and flamboyance of the bourgeoisie, though she only had taste of fake jewels.

@Lord Spirit @Cash67 @RoyalBeeMage @J. Magi @TheRavenHasLanded @The Bookwyrm @Spark of Hope @Wierdo @The Stormfather @The Honorable One @WhyEverNot_8 @Unintelligenius @Scars of Hathsin @Witisthebest, @Lotus Blossom @Dragonheir @LightRinger @Ancient Elantrian @Experience @SmilingPanda19 @Anguished_One Astra smiles her crooked smile and glances about in a tipsy manner. Instead of rushing into the central building, Astra walks about the jungle surrounding it. Her eyebrow raises at the laughter. "I see at least one of us is having fun, hm?" She hung her hands from the loops of her belt and sat down in the shade of the strangely saturated jungle. The colors, the flamboyance, the odd sensations... It felt like home. It felt like a casino filled with cigarettes, cards, jewelry- fake and real alike, and drunks. It felt like laughter and crying, like power and fear, like smiles and smirks. She sat, with an air of mystery about her, and watched. Soon it would get to her. Soon, but not now. Now, it was a time for freedom. And so the games begin. Cocking her head to the side in a rather jerky way, she lets out a light laugh and looks about, tossing her hair over her shoulders. The jungle was deep. There had to be something. Something of... use. Something of value. It was all an auction. All of this. And the tributes were being put up on display.

thank you thank you

"No such thing as too much plot."

as in too much power? or too much plot?

THANK YOU <33 i am so excited... she has to be one of my favorite characters so far these games will be very fun. i can tell.

Name: Astra Pastle-Freya Ay Age: 18 Pronouns: she/her Which planet does their investiture come from? Roshar, though she uses elsecalling to worldhop. What is their power/what are they? 2nd ideal Willshaper. Spren name: Rivia How well can they use their magic? She is able to use both elsecalling and cohesion well, but is better at cohesion. Although, she makes herself seem far more powerful than she is through showmanship, confidence, and attitude... What are you going to do to keep your character from being overpowered? Astra is far different from convention in the sense that she loves taking risks. Her instability and risk-taking has driven her away from possible wise decisions and occasionally leaves her unprotected. As a willshaper, she is a bit of an oddity, and spends her time running casinos, involving herself in black market auctions for shard blades/plates, breaths, etc. Astra left her single father, (who was a mess) to go into the twisted underground of corruption and black markets, working her way up (through lies and confidence) to owning many casinos. However, she created enemies and debt along the way. Risks like these prevent her from being as overpowered as she might be had she thought before impulsive action. Backstory: Astra Ay's mother died in childbirth, and her father, Celestin Isabe-Novis Torsun, was the only son of Aeryn Ay, the hot-tempered twin of Amyra Ay (from Stormlight HGs). Aeryn, after Amyra's death, got pregnant with Celestin at a relatively young age, and deserted the two youngest siblings of the family to run off with her lover. The father of the baby Celestin soon disappeared, leaving Aeryn alone with the infant. Raising him best he could, she was killed on the streets in a fight that knocked her unconscious as she was trying to defend the thirteen year old Celestin Torsun from thugs. Celestin managed to get on his feet, and got married, but once Astra was born, his wife died, pushing him into further despair. He was an artist, and slowly his art became more and more deranged. Unhinged. Abstract. He was a mess, speaking in riddles, rarely trusting his own mind. This is how Astra grew up. By the time she turned 15, she was out in the liberal arts world, creating alliances and connections. Her closest friends were Sawyin, his twin Sibnon, and Kayra. They were involved in sketchy deals or black market bargains, and they were the ones who first got her involved in the underground world. One of the morals she lives by is that corruption is found more in government than in the casinos. Having been born into this world at a disadvantage, she had to cut ties with many- including her father- to push her way to the surface. She spends her life trying to "free" people as a willshaper, or, in her interpretation of it, give desperate people a chance through any means- even illegality. Astra has hints of anarchy in her speech, and is definitely chaotic neutral. She believes "It is the person who is willing to give up their soul- their breath- anything- That is the person who deserves everything. True corruption lies, not in the hands of the desperate, but in the hands of the law. And here we remain, in their chains." Character's motivation for being in the games: Sawyin and Astra fell in love at 17 years old. Sawyin had always told Astra about how he wished to be in the hunger games. Astra would always tell him that it was a foolish idea, but he insisted that it was the only way to win fame or power. He claimed that no one would ever know his name, and he swore that he would be in the games someday. Astra told him that she would never let him be in the games, because he would surely die. Sawyin was determined to join and make a name for himself; he wanted to go down in history in a way that his twin wouldn't. He wanted power in a way that his family never offered him. He wanted a life that was stolen from him. One night, Sibnon caught Sawyin kissing Astra. Knowing that Astra held power in the casinos, Sibnon murdered his brother that moment, leaving Astra and exploiting any information she shared to him during the time of their friendship. Astra turned to Kayra for support, but she simply laughed and told her she was leaving with Sibnon. The last words Kayra told Astra before disappearing was that "Oh please, you would do it too, if you had the chance." Astra swore her second ideal that night. It was then that she realized she had lived her entire life in the chains of others. She had to break free from society. She had to live on. For herself. And for Sawyin. She had to join the hunger games, "foolish" as it was. To make her name last. And most importantly, to make Sawyin's name last. Give him the chance he never was given. And fight. For herself. For all the desperate people. For all the rogues. For all the suffering. For all the world.

yes! thank you!!

i havent read most of the cosmere, so could someone briefly explain the following questions? Which planet does their investiture come from? What is their power/what are they? How well can they use their magic? What are you going to do to keep your character from being overpowered? i've read warbreaker so i'm understanding some of what people are saying about breaths, and i've also read way of kings so i understand sharblade/shardplate/etc. but other that i'm a little confused @Ancient Elantrian

I know we can't have recurring characters, but are we allowed to have a character who is descended from a relative of a past character? @Edema Rue

you will be the last to lose

yOU ARE THE ULTIMATE LOSER OF THE GAME EDDIE NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY AHAHAHAHA