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Immortes OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Sat, 01/06/2024 22:12 (11 Months ago) |
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Dezerae Li Genshin Impact | Illusion Studios Playlist  Wife - Mitski I daydream I'd give one a name of my own | For I, even I, even I am on loan Primadonna Girl - MARINA You say that I'm kinda difficult (But it's always someone else's fault) | Got you wrapped around my finger, babe (You can count on me to misbehave) Teen Idle - MARINA Wish I'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title | Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible Judas - Lady Gaga I've learned love is like a brick | you can build a house or sink a dead body Cut Your Bangs - Radiator Hospital The maggots round your heart make themselves at home | Where the river flowed I am left alone Lucky - Britney Spears And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning | But tell me what happens when it stops? Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez Places, places, get in your places | Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces Maggot Belly - awfultune Lord, please forgive me for I have sinned | I saw the signs right in front of me and didn't turn back Lower One’s Eyes | Romaji: Rouwaa 平穏とは消耗を以て代わりに成す 実際はどうも変わりはなく | 享楽とは嘘で成る Tranquility is exchanged for attrition (In actuality, they’re no different) | Pleasure turns to lies Für Elise - Faouzia Drown me in your twisted melodies | I'll pretend you wrote 'em all for me [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Fri, 24/05/2024 15:06 (11 Months ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 14/05/2024 02:43 (11 Months ago) |
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My eyes illuminated in so many shades... Which flower pleases you, darling? I'll take the finest of your heart's supply XX. INTRODUCTION "Monarch Butterfly"  𝐷𝐸𝑍𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐸 𝐿𝐼 Dezerae snapped out of her reverie as the elegant shuttle-bus jolted to a stop, one hand reached out to steady herself. A sizeable crowd swelled over the banks of the street, alive and pulsing like something hungry. Even from within the car, Dezerae could sense her audience's excitement and it caused her to shift in the butter-soft seats of the coach. Stately and solemn-faced attendants in fine-pressed tuxedos opened the door before stepping aside to let her pass. A quick glance back revealed the Regrator sitting with his eyes turned forward, a serene facade covering up his stoic irritation at being dragged so far from his usual state of affairs. Pantalone was socially adept enough to mask his reaction so that the pincushion he was sitting on could be hard wood, but to a trained eye, his displeasure was palpable. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her mentor and she patted his wrist, adorned with a glittering silver watch. "Regrator. I've seen cats happier. You're not fooling anyone, and certainly not me." She quipped dryly, a playful smile turning her lips, "There's no need to pretend to be excited or flustered for my sake. And if you must insist, I'm sure that you'll find a way to make good use of the time. I heard we've turned out quite the crowd this afternoon." Pantalone's sourness needed no more cure than a change of mind, and with a muffled chuckle, she exited the coach. The sunlight was muted through her sunglasses as she reached back to help him out. He rejected it briskly before stepping out himself, light catching in his raven locks. Silver chain swayed in the light, glinting coldly as he took in the scene with a heavy sigh. Dezerae shook her head and turned away from his brusqueness; guilt at the prospect of thrusting Pantalone so far out of his element dissolved at the excitement of seeing him step forth into these gilded halls. Was she being selfish? She rubbed her rejected hand with exaggerated ruefulness as she sought a way to assuage Pantalone's state of mind. She would not glance back at him once until they had entered the gilded halls, where classical music hung ethereal and faint upon its pearly white walls. She quickly pocketed her shades to take in the spectacle. Sober businessmen and their families filled the room with idle chatter with children hanging around their parents side so as not to interfere. Grand pillars upheld the walls between crimson booths reserved for the elite. Angelic choirs of young aspiring voices hung above it all. She caught her mentor fixing his glasses as he scanned the scenery like a hawk, eyes sharpening with observation and analyses. Social situations were one of her mentor's many strengths, weaving words into deceptive tapestries of promise as he struck one contract or another. Large gatherings were the Fatui's hunting grounds, especially with minds distracted by good wine and the performances ahead. dress | concert attire [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Sun, 28/04/2024 02:57 (1 Year ago) |
 ──────────────────── 𝙻𝚈𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝚇𝙸𝙰𝙽𝙶 "𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊" Twenty four [24] | Male He/him | Wrath | ──────────────────── Eyes inevitably drawn toward the light dappled cast over the quaint imitation of polished mahogany, Lysander sat through the usual routine pressed up on him by the makeup staff; porcelain facade marred by the irritated flutter of his lashes when an unwelcome comment hits his ears or a hard scowl when someone tugs on him too hard. Years of such invasive treatment restrict his irritation to tightened knuckles about the chair. Waves of punishing ire boil threateningly close under the surface, and each time he forces it down with equal vigor. While his position is unflattering, breaking his calm over this quaint treatment would be nothing short of demeaning. Restricted to idleness, boredom hit him in a wave and his eyelids suddenly started to droop. 'Double booked for the second time in a week. Curse this fate of mine.' He was jerked awake by a jerk to his hair as a comb hit a snag. A shocked hiss escaped him as his spine locked up. "Yes?" He demanded curtly, clearing his throat when he caught the harshness in his tone. He averted his gaze from the flustered stylist and he tried again in a milder tone. "Ah, pardon. It's not you. Apologies. I fear my schedule is catching up with me." Never mind that photoshoots were never his forté. His hand idly brushed her hand so the comb slid off his polished locks and he finally stood up to approach the stage admist her flustered squeaks and sighs. Lysander just managed to avoid an eyeroll of disdain as rosy hues bloomed on her skin. 'How did such a witless damsel wind up here of all places?' As much as he hated being pampered and judged for his physical presentation, Lysander was conversely aware of how his status and the weight of the crown he bore. Oh the names they called him, voices dripping with obsequious awe and pretentious glee. The White Prince, Prince Charming, Illusion Studios' Golden Boy, bringing the studio and agency to uncharted territory, the one who would make lots and lots of coin. "Someone like you is going places, boy!" "Your public awaits!" "Glad to see someone with old money again." "Aspiring and a pretty face. How lucky you are." Like I give a fuck what you guys actually think of me. A blink and he returned to the present, eyes narrowed in a calculating squint as if she wasn't bored out of her mind. "I've kept you waiting but aren't all good things worth their patience in gold?" Crane like steps ascended him to the false setting, his boots thudding mutely as he squared off against his photographer. Arms tucked neatly behind his back like wings, gaze straight ahead. Some of his coworkers may go for a more dynamic or bejeweled presentation, but staying rigid allowed the Prince to fully model his natural beauty. As always, as the camera shuttered to capture his still frame in time, Lysander found his gaze captured by the venetian clock nearby. It was all fake of course, the walls closing in on him like the shackle of a Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist. The heart no longer beat within its gilded-bronze confines and close inspection would reveal the scent of wood had faded, but the sway of the pendulum was soothing. He counted the seconds. "Where are we sending this one?" "Vogue for one, dear Prince." Lysander's eyes narrow just a hair as the pompous tone of his photographer grates over his ears, "They've been asking after you for quite some time. But that's normal for someone of your status. Cosmopolitan, Elle also express their interest. They all want to see you. And I assume you can't make space for an interview with—" "That'll do." He raised a hand, feeling his stomach twisting. As if his schedule couldn't get any fuller than this. "I appreciate their interest in my talents. And I know we have many good friends there—" These words he spat out like poison. "But I can't make it." Is this a bidding war or a photo shoot? "Unfortunately Prince—" Lysander braced himself for a condescending rebuttal, "I'm sure your manager will say otherwise. But we'll grant you the luxury of choosing the time, yes? Wouldn't want the Prince to fall asleep on his throne of course." His knuckles turned white. "Yeah, that would be absolutely awful for the audience, wouldn't it?" Lysander growled, his temper bubbling up ravenously beneath the surface. He took a deep breath before he would lose it. The walls spun around him, deep oak closing in on the alabster bird trapped within its confines. He took a moent to breathe, and then ended the conversation with a cold, "I'll let Estella know of the message. Thank you for your time gentleman." Lysander exited the set before he really lost his nerve, elegant script on crumpled paper carrying the note that would damn him to many more of these suffocating sessions and pretentious audiences. A bitter glare suffused with tension swept over the main lobby space until he spotted a familiar mane of fine blonde hair. Immediately guilt seized him and the Prince forced himself to relax as he joined the damsel's side, a firm hand finding its way to Mercymorn's shoulder for a brief moment before he looked her over. "You sleep good? You're starting to look as cranky as me." Chatter caught his ears - something about dinner, Casmir's misplaced phone, and a french restaurant. He then added to Mercy, a little hastily, "Sleep on the way there. I won't tell Estella. Just wear something comfortable." ~Lysander Xiang Welcome to Illusion Studios, Dakota! Feel free to direct any questions or concerns towards ~Dezerae Li, our resident manager. Make yourself at home and see you at dinner at La Coucou. [830 words] ──────────────────── "But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, [b]ut a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings— I know why the caged bird sings." [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Mon, 22/04/2024 02:32 (1 Year ago) |
 ──────────────────── 𝐷𝐸𝑍𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐸 𝐿𝐼 "𝑭𝒐𝒙 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘" Twenty Five [25] | Female She/Her | Guile/Deceit | ──────────────────── A surprised hum left her mouth as the russet-haired director spun around to face her once the pair cleared the imposing gallery surrounding the front hall. A pair of silver elevators awaited their arrival to the upper floors; although residence halls for staff and the models were separate — and her own quarters were considered strictly administrative and doubled as a study — the distance between them was generally ignored in favor of much more subtle barriers. Walls created internally rather than externally. All in all, the various sectors of the apartment remained interconnected and thus fairly accessible to all members, "Fate, huh?" Dezerae murmured distractedly, her voice bringing with it lower undertones of what sounded like dry amusement. Her gaze remained facing forward as she replied, "I think fate is a matter of perspective. It may seem all too easy to resign yourself to current circumstance — and the whims of fate. Some are cursed with misfortune at every turn, while others revel in boundless relaxation and prosperity. Regardless of which party you may belong to, it's hard to resign yourself to current circumstances unless you're truly out of options. And even that is temporary." Memories of her late night card games with the Regrator come to mind. The first few, she lost in spectacular fashion — crushed beneath his cunning and ruthlessly competitive edge. Most infuriating was how Pantalone had seemingly gone out of his way to keep the Ace of Spades out of her hands every time. He would always move first, setting the stage. It kept her on the back foot, kept her dancing to his tune. It was only after she was being led around by the nose (and soundly humiliated) for four games straight did she realize that going in blind did have its advantages, clearing the mind of initial biases and conceptions that could affect her choices. Seeing Dakota fumble between assertive and diffident was simultaneously nostalgic and amusing. Not that the Director was fooled; Dakota's fixation upon the grand portraits in the foyer was enough of an indication of where her interests lay. Win a heart with a kiss and the eye with a diamond A short ding preceded the elevator door sliding open gracefully to reveal glass interiors. Even from within the box, the lobby is visible as the car rises upwards. A smile found itself on Dezerae's face as she shook herself from her musings. "After you." She uttered sweetly, waiting until Dakota had crossed the threshold before joining her. She pressed the button for level four before turning back to Dakota; in the background, the elevator began to rise with barely a jolt. "I must say; your earrings compliment your aesthetic nicely. You certainly have an eye for the expensive." She said with an interested hum, "I've found that there are one of two criteria when people have one of two reactions when it comes to discerning the value of jewelry: the sales price or the jewel on display. Both beauty and price are up to subjective judgement, of course, but the result is the same. So yes, I do believe you'll be staying for quite a while in these silver halls. And I am glad to hear of your determination." The elevator opened to the residence halls; most of them empty as the recent exodus of Illusion Studios' clients cut the roster down to the smaller group it was today. Dezerae decided not to enlighten Dakota on this little piece of news — it wouldn't do to scare the poor girl immediately and if she wanted, she could do her own research. "It's really depressing to tend to a garden full of wilting flowers, don't you think?" ──────────────────── "Suddenly I remembered that her eyelids had never quivered, and that her lilies had not dropped a black petal, or shaken from their places and understood that I danced with one who was more or less than human, and who was drinking up my soul as an bat drinks up blood" [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Fri, 12/04/2024 03:16 (1 Year ago) |
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──────────────────── 𝐷𝐸𝑍𝐸𝑅𝐴𝐸 𝐿𝐼 "𝑭𝒐𝒙 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘" Twenty Five [25] | Female She/Her | Guile/Deceit | ──────────────────── "You're right on time, sweet thing." Dezerae's voice fills the air with low tones as the vulpine maiden made her presence known to her guest. And what a sight was the Illusion Studios' manager, making innocent passerby gasp and stutter over the sight as they stood outside in a straggled flock of agitated birds. Illuminated in a golden halo, Dezerae stood there with practiced patience, her attire belying the casual slope of her shoulders and attention-averse gaze forward. The sunlight amply bathed the russet locks creating a fiery halo that almost offset her coy eyes. A laziness marked her prowl, grace stemming from confidence and experience slowing her stride to a saunter as she removed herself from the door to meet Dakota. Searching eyes took in the most prominent aspects of her presentation — Ah, do I spot a pixie cut? How fitting, many in our current roster will never vouch for something so grungy...joggers, crop-tops, I see - quite casual,...my, oh my, is that a tattoo. A true rebel this one. Dezerae greeted her with a dry smirk, "Ah, Dakota, yes? You certainly brought your finest for first impressions." Her eyes slid to the inky whorls on her shoulder and she raised an eyebrow with a dry chuckle, "Every model has their own flair; from the ostentatious to the borderline unconventional. If this is your attempt to make a fashion statement, I must say I look forward to what you bring to the table." Taking but a moment to note Dakota's response to her words, Dezerae spun on her heel with a polished smile, her mask back on her face. Automatic doors slid on oiled hinges as the two women came into polished halls and porcelain corridors. Above them, former models, stars, predecessors, looked on from their hung frames, captivating but empty. Dezerae wasn't surprised to see Dakota's gaze wandering steadily upwards with each step forward, wonder stretching her eyes into adoring saucers. She's certainly got ambitious tastes. Dezerae noted to herself before turning back. "They do look so lofty up there, don't they?" She remarked lightly, "The roster of clients' featured by Illusion Studios has been fairly dynamic in recent years; many simply traverse our halls as one step on their journey to success. Their time is sadly fleeting." Not a touch of disappointment affected her otherwise matter-of-fact tone, as if the transient nature of her residents did not bother her in the slightest. If anything her tone was even, at best. Thoughtful. "What we have preserved her is merely a memory, a moment, like an insect preserved in amber. We may miss them, but any and all grief is greatly overshadowed by the hope we have at their success." She smiled at Dakota, eyes sparkling like gems set aflame at the core, "But let's not dwell on them, shall we? To fixate on them is to reminisce on the past, but the only way you'll move forward is by focusing on the present. Your present to be more specific" Dezerae nodded towards the elevators to the upper floors, her tone brisk, "Estella is with your future coworkers at a photo-shoot. Let's get you settled in before they get back. I don't think civilized bedlam makes for good introductions." ──────────────────── "Suddenly I remembered that her eyelids had never quivered, and that her lilies had not dropped a black petal, or shaken from their places and understood that I danced with one who was more or less than human, and who was drinking up my soul as an bat drinks up blood" [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Wed, 03/04/2024 23:17 (1 Year ago) |
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灵翔文 "Lysander" "The prince"  23 | cismale | he/him | asexual [ Introduction ] Info here; … [ Appearance ] chinese-american; 6'1; lanky and lean With high cheekbones, unblemished skin, and neatly combed hair, there's something ethereal about his appearance. People who see Lysander often remark upon the combination of his cold beauty and stoic expression, icy veil creating something untouchable yet desired. [ Personality ] With a sharp tongue and clever mind, Lysander comes across as an individual more than capable of holding his own even in solitude. Though rather conservative and serious, the agent is by no means stuffy and has a wide vocabulary as his disposal if needed. Not as genteel or extroverted as the other models, Lysander is fairly dry and blunt when it comes to formal interactions, though less so when in public. Lysander is fairly rigid when it comes to taking orders, willing to see it through until the very end. At the same time, Lysander's defense of his fellow models is passionate, fiercely so, and he is even willing to use manipulation if it helps, although this is never out of malice. His personality differs greatly from the other Illusion Studios models. Where they are self-righteous and bold, Lysander has hidden insecurities and possesses a rather sullen demeanor as a result. He doesn't talk to his colleagues much if at all and prefers to bury himself in his work. His dignified posture and stern gaze drive in a rather composed image, which he takes great care in maintaining. Although not openly unfriendly, his colleagues consider him distant and even bitter at times for unexplained reasons. Lysander can be a bit repressed and awkward in speech, even with people he's close with. He hasn't really gotten to live life outside of the organization. Not only can he come off as incredibly sarcastic, but Lysander cannot help appearing callous and judgmental, especially to individuals who love to throw their money and influence around. His cold front masks a deeply confused and self-doubting individual still struggling to sort out his identity and path forward. The Illusion Studio "Prince" has a lot of doubts about who he is meant to be. The fact that out of all the models, he's the one on top of payroll and appearances sets a lot of invisible pressure on his shoulders to succeed. However, Lysander is well aware that this is not his true calling, but one foisted upon him by fate. But what does that make him? [ About: (WRATH) ] "There's an unspoken agreement that Lysander is a hard pill to swallow, even on a good day. Beneath his mirror-smooth facade, he possesses a unforgiving demeanor and a cutting vocabulary." — Illusion Studios' clients ... info [ Additional Info ] Info here; …
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Posted: Tue, 02/04/2024 15:09 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 01/04/2024 18:05 (1 Year ago) |
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DEZERAE LI  25 | female | she/her | demiromantic Voice claim: Qi'ra — (Solo) [ Introduction ] When it comes to new money, Dezerae Li's up and coming fame set the influential tongues to wagging, saccharine melodies pouring in from unknown corners to entrance the senses. Once a prominent figure of the performance industry, Dezerae's debut in Illusion Studios is the last in the list of many prominent venues requesting the Songird's presence. The vixen stalks breezily between the humorless ledgers and adoring crowds, the opulent company of the Regrator and candle-lit evenings spent in the audience of sycophantic fans and political businessmen. Every interaction is both an opportunity and a show, and how Dezerae loves to perform. Unfortunately, to bathe in luxury and comfort takes an insidious toll. Her voice once comparable to silver bells and innocent birds, Dezerae's long career has since led her down a path of tarnished virtues, insidious secrets, and cynical ideals, all concealed from the public. Still, old habits die hard and there are always favors to keep. Embittered by her failing beauty, Dezerae took the Regrator on one final offer; overseeing the progress of Illusion Studios as a way of protecting her mentor's cherished investment. As she plunges headlong into the company's masquerade of illusions and glamour, she's forced to confront the full weight of her sins, as well as an unbridled desire kindling to grasp those she once held dear. [ Appearance ] Despite her prominent rank as Illusion Studios' Director serving under the auspices of Pantalone Regrator, Dezerae is surprisingly modest in appearance. Presenting herself as clean and unblemished, the majority of attention drawn to her features has people noticing the lively glimmer in her golden eyes, her easy and lopsided smile, and russet wavy hair left flowing past her shoulders that frame a fox-like face. Slim in build, she does not dress in expensive or lavish fabrics, and instead indulges in flowing attire that serves more of a functional role than extravagent laces or sequins. Dark boots make a muted thud with each footstep, a firm sound that carries conviction in every step. Dezerae comes in at 5'9 in terms of height, and her face has been obscured by a fox mask during performances and concerts. [ Personality ] "care for a drink, dear?" ENTP-A | Gemini | 3w2– The Enchanter Inherently sociable, Dezerae has learned to turn her winsome disposition into a mask. Her machavellian psyche evolves out of a need to compete for every ounce of attention given. Her skills with conversation and social etiquette have only increased with age, a silver tongue melting walls and warming the senses. She enjoys the art of threading through silken words and polite niceties to reveal intentions and motivations and is patient enough to wait for the right opportunity to strike before pitching in. Well-versed in the dance of smoke and mirrors, Dezerae is guarded. She keeps her own counsel when it comes to private affairs. For someone as suave as her, airy deflections and harmless lies come easily, a beatific smile or a harmless shrug inserted in conversations when the topics swing too close to home. In the practice of retaining her facade, her artful demeanor helps her remain somewhat detached from her actions — monitoring a situation objectively and neutrally for the best outcome. Unfortunately, over the years, Dezerae has become so well-versed in deception that she cannot even be honest with herself. Her artifice and silver tongue are not infallible and when she senses that others are prying too close to the truth, she'll shut down or abruptly redirect the conversation. She believes that to approach a situation rashly and without deliberation is to set yourself up for failure. Everything is a practiced act, from her outfit to the down-to-earth manner in which Dezerae conducts her analyses, inferences, and deductions. Saccharine smiles are all but absent from Dezerae's vocabulary when she gets into the heart of the matter, relying instead on insight and intuition. Politicians and colleagues alike occasionally consider her honesty snide and disrespectful, but she does not dwell on such matters. Whatever she has decided on, she'll carry out to the end and her determination waits on no one. Similarly, Dezerae is rather grounded in her faith and refuses to trust her fate in a superstitious manner. She believes not in the blessing of a bloodline or heritage, but rather in the glory and riches crafted from her own hands. Disillusioned from a youth where the affection she was granted was mostly withheld, she trusts in a world where she crafts her own fate. This discontented manner of thinking drives her mind to consciously seek out that which she desires without waiting for others to beckon her. Dezerae is decidedly her own judge and jury, and will never take the assumptions and beliefs of others for granted unless it benefits her. A listener rather than a talker in conversation, she spends most of her time listening and digesting the words of others before pitching in with insights of her own, seeking to cut incisively and deeply with each word she speaks. And when the tides of favor swing against her, Dezerae prefers to withdraw rather than bluster on with vainglorious heroics; a calculating mind already brewing with cunning comebacks and icy jabs. [ About: (GUILE) ] detachment | unstable self-image | melancholy | emotional neglect | obssessive thoughts A songbird on the stage is a performer first and foremost, and Dezerae lives for the spotlight. Literally. In her trip to stardom, she's learned to keep what happens behind the stage under covers. Seeking to capture the audience at every turn, she creates a new image, a new perception of herself like a new coat. Under the spotlight, the songbird has a taste of perfection — that forbidden fruit that comes with being loved and desired. Easier to smile and laugh than to confess to the loneliness and anguish behind closed doors. Nobody wants a songbird with a song of woe or bitterness, and Dezerae learned the only way to lie was to believe it. Within years, she mastered her performances and her words are as disingenious as her saccharine songs. And few know her, not truly, as she dances a solitary waltz in a ballroom empty. [ Additional Info ] [X] The manager of Illusion Studios eight models, Dezerae works closely with both the top echelon of Illusion Studios' employed and the models themselves to punch out a schedule, one week at a time. Though she's fond of public appearances and social gatherings, Dezerae keeps a low profile in public and avoids garnering attention and press. Much of her tasks involve basic supervision, timekeeping, and the occasional shoulder to cry on. If anyone asks why the Songbird is suddenly so prone to introversion, she merely shrugs and replies that the models are adults and should be responsible for their own devices. Those who are able to read through the lines will find her hidden in the shadows whenever possible, glad to catch a brief break from the invasive pressure of cameras, reporters, and over-enthusiastic fans. [X] Formerly a prolific singer proud of her voice, Dezerae's singing days are long over and bringing it up makes her sigh in chagrin. She even becomes extremely self-conscious when her songs are on Estella's car, even if she is secretly flattered her paramour cherishes her voice so. To most, Dezerae's unusual quirk is chalked up to modesty and the earnest self-deprecation of an artist. Only those who look closer will see the signs of burnout as Dezerae attempts to erase the career she now sees as a glorified fairytale.
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Posted: Sun, 31/03/2024 00:54 (1 Year ago) |
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DEZERAE LI llusion Studios Character Headcanons Themes... ✧ ---- ) Dezerae, whose signature flower is Foxglove (Digitalis purpurea); symbolizing riddles, insincerity, and medicine. ✧ ---- ) Dezerae, whose signature animal is the Red Fox (Vulpes vulpes); symbolizing cunning, intelligence, and adaptability. ✧ ---- ) Dezerae, whose signature color is Cognac; symbolizing prestige, maturity, luxury, and sophistication. ✧ ---- ) Dezerae, who would hail from District 1. She hails from a family of jewel-cutters, often performing at high-class venues in order to advertise her family's business ventures and draw in clients. Appearance... ✧ ---- ) Dezeare who wears her hair in a bun for convenience's sake at work, but when on stage, lets her hair down to flow behind her like a fiery mane. Career... ✧ ---- ) Dezerae who spends most of her work for the Fatui away from her peers, often sending calls, emails or even hand-written letters to update her peers. Her publicity is supposedly an open secret, but her contract isn't. Childhood... Lifestyle... ✧ ---- ) Dezerae, who is not averse to drinking, but dislikes getting drunk. Prefers a fruity cocktail (sweet tooth) or a shot of saké - a form of Japanese rice wine. ✧ ---- ) Dezerae who is loose with jewelry; she won't deck herself in baubles in public because she doesn't want to divert attention for her inherent value. A shining pearl necklace is the main attraction. ✧ ---- ) Dezerae who always uses a fork and knife for her food; a very patient eater, using precise, almost surgical incisions to seperate her food into manageable bites when needed. Almost like a surgeon cutting into flesh... ✧ ---- ) Dezerae's who's main comfort food is hot pot dinner with the models. Everyone brings in what they want, but her personal favorites include tripe, enoki mushroom, and lamb. ✧ ---- ) Dezerae, who used to play the piano, guitar and/or clarinet at some point; nowadays she chirps on without an accompiament track but prefers the violin above all. ✧ ---- ) Dezerae, who is a neat freak, but expresses it in the most passive-aggressive way possible. She's too polite to tell you to your face, but will likely take it upon herself to reorganize on a whim. If you don't want half your items "misplaced" when you get back, it's best to take Ray's hints and tidy up. Love... ✧ ---- ) Dezerae, who is a people pleaser. She's extremely sensitive to tonal inflections; one of the main ways she can discern how people are feeling when she acts on Pantalone's behalf. Dezerae puts up a blasé front to cope when anger inevitably arises, but deep down the empath in her is hurting. Her main coping mechanism involves emotional compartmentalization and mental disassociation. ✧ ---- ) Dezerae, who hates it when her darling's "friends" take advantage of her wallet; she will often pilfer items from their bags when they're distracted by her darling. If it's food, she'll eat it on the spot, knowing her darling won't peep a word. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 30/03/2024 02:56 (1 Year ago) |
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but guile is taken by me (my oc)! [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 27/03/2024 19:15 (1 Year ago) |
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thanks for all the great feedback so far on the project. we just can't wait to get it on the road don't read the plot section cuz spoilers haha <3 [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 15/03/2024 22:22 (1 Year ago) |
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DEZERAE LI ILLUSION STUDIOS inspired by
the layout of genshin impact voicelines
— voicelines pt. 1 —  ♤ eng va; gemma chan ♤ chinese va; zhang qi (candace from genshin impact) ♤ french va; cécilia cara (la vaguelette/furina from genshin impact) ♤ jp va; mitsuishi kotono (jade from hsr) Birthday: may 23rd Call sign: Masqué Chanteuse (Masked Singer) "Greetings [...], I'm Dezerae Li - manager of Illusion Studios and 10th of the Fatui Harbingers. If my name is too much of a mouthful, feel free to refer to me as Ray. That's interesting. Barely two seconds into our interaction and I can tell by your expression that you're already on the back-foot. I take it I am not what you expected of a Harbinger. Alas, appearances can dissuade expectations. Perhaps if we spend more time together, we'll clear up those misunderstandings. Or make more, who knows." 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈: 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 .... "You wish to learn more about Illusion Studios? Ah, so you too have heard about our recent vacancy. News gets around pretty fast if everyone's been eyeing up that spot for a while now. You think you got what it takes to stand with us? I'll warn you, we're looking for somebody willing to commit long term... Oh? Well, who am I to deny one so audacious as you? Just keep in mind your contract of employment states the minimum stay is four months." 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈: 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒 .... "Don't tell me I'm too young for gambling. We're not using money after all - if anything, what's at stake is worth more than a few dollars. Let me tempt you with one short game; no one to witness. I may even let you win the first, if you keep your mouth shut." 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐈: 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 .... "I've noticed your fixation upon my looks for some time. I'm curious what drew you in. After all, the object of one's fixation tends to reveal their core values at the same time. I can't wait to find out the reason for this sudden idolatry. And please, you don't need to apologize for staring. It wouldn't be the first time I was the center of attention." 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 .... "While it may be true that I sing for the Fatui almost exclusively now, it doesn't stop other venues from inundating my mailbox with offers. I am a bit wistful, but also relieved. My career as an idol wasn't exactly carefree, but it was certainly enjoyable. Performing in front of thousands of people is stressful! To be frank, my days of stardom are beginning to fade already. There'll be room on the stage for others, and I can't very well juggle my position as a Harbinger with a singing career...Oh you want to hear me sing? Heh, well I don't sing impromptu. Maybe later." 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 "Nothing a roof over our heads won't fix; just make sure to walk under the eaves of buildings when you're outside and you don't have an umbrella. On another note, when you're inside, I find that rain is a good form of white noise. Very soothing indeed." 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 "This storm will be raging on for some time. Presuming you have somewhere to stay, I would take care when driving as the rain will make visibility difficult. Feel free to stay in the office next door to wait it out; I'm going to close any open windows before the rain or the wind ruins everything." 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 "Snow is special for me; the whole world exists temporarily in a transient period as a layer of white settles. It's amazing how a shift in the weather forces the entire world to still, even for a moment. Such cold purity, it transfixes me. That, and snowmen are adorable." 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 "Whenever I'm outside, I like to stay in the shade — the dark color of my hair ensures that the heat of full sunlight is sweltering. But you cannot deny that the world glows under a cloudless sky." 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 "Dear me, if I knew I was having guests I wouldn't have arranged for a meeting right in my study. Papers are everywhere, how embarassing! Pull up a chair, I'll be right with you once this clutter is under control." 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 "Good morning to you as well. Would you like some tea before you set out for today?" 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍 "When the sun is at its peak, the air grows heavy and still. Afternoon is naturally a time of drowsiness and torpor, the latter of which becomes increasingly suffocating as you realize just how much work you have yet to accomplish. In my experience, it's better to focus on that which you have already accomplished, than that which you have yet to achieve. Now, shall we continue?" 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 "As the sun draws beneath the hills and streetlights come alive on the streets, the city unfurls another side of itself, one that is rarely seen. Given that my residence is located several stories up, I'm able to get a crystal clear view of the streets and the skyline. Up any higher, and I may lose track that the street-lights actually mean people. It's also worth nothing NYC has a wonderful nightlife; it's not known as the city that doesn't sleep for nothing. Just be careful when you're enjoying yourself; the streets aren't totally safe down there." 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 "Heading off to sleep? Rest easy then. A good sleep is necessary if you want to perform well tomorrow." 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐄 𝐈: 𝐉𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐑𝐘 "You don't need to deck yourself out in splendor and expensive trinkets to pronounce your social status. First impressions are important, but don't let an obsession with your appearance blind you to what may lurk under the surface. Weaponizing my identity and perception has been my greatest weapon." 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐈: 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒 "It's true that I go by many names, whether they be professional or casual nicknames labeling my person. In the end, a name is merely a way to pin down my identity. To be frank, no one really knows who I am. I prefer to evoke an image of unpredictability: there's more freedom to be found in that." 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐅𝐎𝐗-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 words [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 12/03/2024 14:00 (1 Year ago) |
 major wip for now Name: Jadeite Venyce Age: 19 Gender/Pronouns: He/him male pronouns Region of Origin: Lumiere City, Kalos Backstory: Personality: Appearance: xxx Starter Pokemon: Bulbasaur, named Peridot or "Per" for short. Other Information: [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 06/03/2024 21:10 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 25/02/2024 02:58 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 05/02/2024 02:33 (1 Year ago) |
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DEZERAE LI llusion Studios Character Gallery ai generated images - sorry if that bothers you Executive Official     Tea Break 
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Posted: Sun, 04/02/2024 01:08 (1 Year ago) |
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Come on people, this is not the time to be biophobic. There are bigger elephants in our great world. We're barely out of Covid-era and in my general not-so-scientifically informed opinion, we should be focusing on keeping ourselves healthy and safe, touching grass, and spreading the love. Before you make an opinion that hurts others for no good reason than your ego and online image, at least do some educated research. Covid showed us the lies of anti-vaxx campaigns so let's end it there. I'm bisexual and I have a boyfriend. It does not mean I am straight or that I do not like girls. End of story. [Read more] |