Your Portrayal? For OCs, I Think They're Great! You Give Them The No-nonsense Attitude And Have Similarities

Your portrayal? For OCs, I think they're great! You give them the no-nonsense attitude and have similarities to them yet they're distinct enough to keep my attention! Also your writing is ASTOUNDING, the way you write detail and your sentence structure is very much like reading a book and that's really amazing to me because I get engrossed in it <33

How's my portrayal?

Thank you so much! I'm secretly hiding two other OCs not tied to the four leading Véghvárys, hope I can finish them at some point too.

I'm glad they don't come off as too similar, while I thought a few traits (especially physical ones such as emerald eyes (except Cindy's are a lighter jade) ) help to strengthen the fact that despite the vast timeline, they are related which is quite important. But I didn't want to fall into the too similar territory either so thank you for confirming that!💖💖💖

The fact that you think of my writing such high regard is an incredible compliment. English isn't my first language and I'm happy to know that I've grown to this level. I'm glad that I can provide entertainment 💖

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                    go on.                         UNDERESTIMATE ME.

Unmistakable aura of confidence and unsaid power radiated from fiery green eyes, determining the possible outcomes of crashing a ‘party’ in a rather...loud way. Shoulders squared, chin tilted high as the towering lady was making her way to her, per moment not quite trusting in the aim of the enthusiastic approach. She was probably the twice of her height, if not more but Cindy's voice wasn't the only explosive thing about her.

Ah. She wasn't expecting such praise spill from the royalty's lips. Let alone politeness after her stunt.

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I hope that is the correct title.” the rocker might be a recipe for disaster in social situations, but she wasn't the one to disrespect someone not only acknowledging but reveling in a taste of her talent

“That...wasn't much.” a tiny, almost shy smile “I'm comfortable in the 6th octave down to the 2nd.” she uncovered her borderline impossible range as if it was an everyday information

“Cindy. Cindy Flame ” for now she decided to leave out the numerous titles she's been called throughout millennias

“And the reason is that realms tend to both under and overestimate my caliber.” she gave the presumed Queen the cryptic answer; here they had no idea what she truly was. Those who did, expected an unapproachable entity demanding the most luxurious treatment; the contradiction of her statement was no lie

“I can escort myself out without company.” Cindy proposed “Although if the treatment is too harsh for a mere minute of interruption, there might be a different kind of show.” it was no threat, only her preference to not be dragged around and the possible reaction to it

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Cindy landed in Gluttony this time, as she soon figured out. Not the designated location, but she never said no to a spontaneous adventure when it presented itself. She noticed a tall lady- ah almost everyone was towering in this dimension- conversing about a party; while she didn’t fancy eavesdropping the information was still better than aimless strolling. She still had $ouls, enough for a dress; sometimes she was slightly irked by the Fire’s inability to create one which wasn’t radioactive or at the brink of exploding.

Bold, sparkling, a perfect shade of bright rose red and double slits almost reaching her hips; extreme, eye catching yet still passing as elegant. She most definitely didn’t have an invitation, she simply stated she’s here to please the crowd- only realizing the implications after it was said. Ah. Well, at least it granted her entry with an understanding and interested gaze.

Now this was definitely not worth it. While Cindy had her favorite genres, she wasn’t deaf or ignorant of other talents. If the other happened to possess one. She was cautious about food and drinks, especially after the misunderstanding of what was she exactly doing here.

The latest company was the most persistent of all, at least his nonsense was a distraction from the disastrous ‘choir’ of violins clashing with the occasional piano slamming. Her eyes drifted across the room, only to meet with the lady’s who she has heard the information-

“Doesn’t that scar hurt your business?” the way too sudden question followed by the most lifeless notes she has ever heard from an opera singer made her realize she’s been too social for too long.

“Is that what you call an A5??”

She declared rather loudly, finally shaking off the clawed hand from her thigh with a “You, get off me. You,” she continued “choose a new career.”

Cindy searched for a song that could possibly fit in an operatic setting, and shamelessly she began a slow, intense rhythm of one single sentence,

“A familiar taste ” stirred deep in her chest, smooth, strong and warm, letting the sound vibrate through the room as if she didn’t need to breath

“of poison ” the transition to the bright high note from the starting point was a flawless glide upwards; not her highest just the top of her chest voice. She held the note effortlessly, ringing clear across the room even without a microphone.

“This is how it’s done.” she stated plainly after the second half minute demonstration

Now she definitely had Beelzebub’s attention. Making her way across the ballroom, other partygoers wisely moved out the queen’s way as she made a beeline towards Cindy. It seemed she had found her entertainment for the evening.

“I must say, darling, that was a stupendous display of talent and strength. Not many people can achieve that note, as you have just demonstrated.” The sin chuckled, casting a pitying glance at the opera singer that Cindy had just bested. Oh well. There went their career she was sure.

“Might I be so bold as to ask your name, my dear? I cannot recall ever seeing someone of your caliber in attendance at one these events before.”

“Hey, Spirit of Vengeance too, remember?”

“So if you're down and not only interested in unfairly long tongues, send me a message.”

@phoenixborn​ replied: “Obviously.” yes she means the marriage. Yes she’s being a dick. Obviously.

Side-eyes.

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