- amana - female - ace/aro - derived from the mushroom 'amanita muscaria' (look it up it's pretty) species: unknown, but specifically a descendant of the 'three eyed goddess' of mythical origin similarly to the three eyed goddess, amana possess psychedelic abilities. visions of the future, telepathic communication, etc. amana is kind, thoughtful, loyal, and like the three eyed goddess, will discard all those traits for her own morals. amana is a helper, taking on the three eyed goddess's role of assisting and comforting others, no matter their background. she will attempt to do her best to console and guide them through their difficult time. although she respects the word 'forgiveness', amana can be very short-tempered and impatient. if said person she is helping is constantly disregarding her advice, amana will deem them unworthy of her help and proceed to vanish. she can also be insecure and shy, which is her own tragedy. 'nobody can save the saver.' meaning that, amana helps others the best she can, but nobody can help her the same way she could help others. amana, at a younger age, snuck into a nearby village, learning to use a bow and arrow by an old man. amana sensed that the man was having trouble accepting his wife's death, and came to the village to assist. sadly, although amana did help the old man, he died soon after. to this day, amana holds the man in the deepest gratitude, continuing to practice and use her archer skills.
- I awoke from nothing, into a brighter world. I looked up at my creator; my reason for being; and the one who loved me with all her heart. She stared down at me, smiling softly with her eyes closed. "Hello, young one." The woman was a short woman, who had long, flowing, black hair, four arms, and long, pointed ears. She had a third eye, which looked more distant from the others; dull and blind. I looked up in awe, her whole presence just making the clearing a lot more vibrant. I looked around, my eye catching a red and white mushroom that looked similarly to my own accessories. I softly tug it out of the ground and presented to the woman. "Gift?" I questioned softly, gasping when she picked it up and held it to the sky. "Ah yes.. Amana?" She directed her gaze to me, as if staring into my soul. I nodded fervently, my long braid bouncing up and down. The woman chuckled, moving my hat up. She suddenly narrowed her eyes, observing my eyes. I blinked from my working third-eye, looking up at her curiosity. "You're like my child, young one. Promise me you'll carry on my duty.." The woman smiled sadly, tears building in her eyes. I stared at her in worry, grabbing her in a child-like embrace. "I promise, shiny woman!" I spoke, lowering my hat again. She laughed, holding my shoulders. "Please, remember me as Deita.. Or whatever you wish, young one." She suddenly jerked away, watching the darker forest a few feet away. Out of the darkness, a silver arrow shot out, skimming Deita's hair and grazing my right arm. I cried out in pain, Deita not even looking behind at me. She glared at me, her hair floating up in a purple haze. Her form started to change to a light blue. "Run! Now, little Amana." She said hurriedly, several more arrows targeting her from the forest. In a panic, I yelped, looking at her once more at her alarmed state and darting off into the underbrush. The last thing I heard was her pained screams echoing through the woods. - I grabbed the wooden bow, focusing my attention on the target that was a couple meters away. I let go of the arrow, letting it fly straight into the bullseye. I grinned, turning around to the man behind me. He had long, stringy, gray hair, a more skeletal figure, a brown robe, and kind, blue eyes. "Good job, Amana!" He cheered, patting my mushroom-shaped hat. I giggled, discreetly pulling my hat more over my eyes. I offered him the bow, pointing at a clean target. "Ah, no. I haven't done archery since.." He trailed off, looking to the side at a painting in the little hut containing all the equipment. I frowned, knowing exactly who he was thinking of. His late wife, who built this archery course with him, died of old age. Now, he's just biding his time. I pulled his sleeve, making him look down at me. I lifted my hat a bit, allowing him a look at my normal eyes. "It's alright to live. Make her proud of who you are without her by your side." I grabbed his wrinkly hand, rocking it gently. The old man started to sob, sitting down at a nearby bench with me. He had cried for hours, feeding me beautiful stories of his wife, while I comforted and assured him quietly. After a while, he stood up, giving me a closed-eye smile. "Thank you for that, Amana. Come now, we have to eat dinner." He started walking back to his cottage. I skipped happily behind him, smiling softly at the sky. "Complete, Deita." - age: 17 (amana, 'the mushroom girl' is in the forest) I trodded through the woods, whistling softly to myself. Occasionally, I would see animals that would travel beside me. Suddenly, I heard footsteps. I turned around cautiously, whipping my bow and arrow out from it's spot on my back. The animals around me made alarming noises, scurrying off into the undergrowth. I crouched low, hearing male voices. "Bows out, boys. The Mushroom Girl is somewhere in these woods!" A mystery voice yelled, stomping over to my hiding spot. I made a panicked noise, shooting my bow at the captain's sleeve, pinning him to a nearby tree. "There she is! Get her!" He yelled, and I heard loud footsteps behind me. I squeaked, as I tripped on a root and fell. I closed my eyes, awaiting horrible death, but it never came. "Whoa, who are they?" "Ah, wait, get them!" "Dang it, they're too fast!" "Watch out!!" Abruptly, the voices stopped, filling with feminine voices. "Good riddance, dirty humans.." "Hey, that's rude!" "Guys, please stop fighting.." "This is boring.." "Dang, I didn't get to swipe their money.." "Is that all you think about? And hey, ya' know I'm human, right?" The voices were noisy, making me grumble softly. I angled my bow toward the voices, but it suddenly went quiet. I got confused, turning my head to look around. Suddenly, someone grabbed my shoulders and I shrieked. "Hey, why you pointing that bow around? You could hurt someone." I was looking at a group of teenage girls, some happy, some glaring, and one not even paying attention. Oh boy.
