[Slightly overdue] || A U D I T I O N : "Golden hour."

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"If I breathed, I would sigh. I would scream, I would cry." ======================================== || Note: || The following information was produced shortly before sign-ups closed, to be on the opposite side of the same spectrum as Skyan. ======================================== ... Name: Delphi "Ichor" [Last name unretrievable] (formerly: Cygnus "Midnight Violet") Age: 14 [Biologically], 27 [Chronologically] Gender: Female Hue: Golden yellow [Formerly indigo] ========================================== Background information: January, 27, 2086 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's the date. That was the date that Cygnus was forced to live. After just being executed, one full of hate, sin and horror, Cygnus was to be punished in the afterlife. Charges: murder, arson, petty theft, involuntary manslaughter, cybercrime, blah blah blah... Cygnus felt rather glad. Honestly, it was rather refreshing to not be chased constantly. Mostly calm because... things can't get worse. Oh shoot, I jinxed it. As she waited in the void, waiting for the letter with the assigned punishment to reach her, she decided to think, to allow her thoughts to swallow her like an ocean of words. The train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a thin envelope whistling down from somewhere. Ripped open, she saw the most dreaded words. "Reincarnate till sins are atoned for..." Cygnus paused before ripping the message into shreds. "No. NO. I REFUSE. I REFU-" Then everything goes black. It took her an hour to awaken. When she did, she was angry and disoriented. She stretched an arm and held onto the stem of a lamp-post before her vision stopped swimming when she saw her hand and nearly jumped out of her skin. It was freaking YELLOW. An involuntary but slightly maniacal grin spread across her face seconds before she made a realization. "They won't- they CAN'T be able to identify me." Oh the sweet chaos she would bring. Best of all, the worst case scenario was that she died in this new body, which would take her back to the void of death, where she'd get punished again. Where was she...? She glances at a poster. Camp... Desolate... it appears. Over forty contestants. One winner. She didn't care about winning right then and there, but she somehow knew that it was something big. Something powerful. And wanted to get IN. ========================================== [PERSONALITY]: Delirious, malicious and maddeningly hard to take seriously, but if she wants something, she knows how to play her cards right, whether it takes patience, persuasion or smacking someone into submission. EXTRA BUT IMPORTANT DETAILS: As part of the punishment, she is not allowed to get a hold of weapons. If she tries to wield a firearm, it will explode in her palm like a time bomb. If it's a dagger it would disintegrate and so on. ==========================================