◝ ASRA .

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❛  －  /  ‹  BASICS !  ›full name:  asra alnazar
birthday:  june 13th
age:  ~ twenty five
gender:  gender apathetic / demiguy
pronouns:  he / him
orientation:  pansexual / romantic❛  －  /  ‹  PERSONA !  ›zodiac:  gemini sun / pisces moon / virgo rising
myers-briggs:  istp
positives:  charismatic , affectionate , free-spirited
negatives:  candid , mischievous , private❛  －  /  ‹  LOOKS !  ›height:  1.73 m / 5′ 8″
eye colour:  deep violet
hair colour:  white blond / mauve shadows
hair style:  medium length, thick waves / loose curls
beard:  always clean-shaven
tattoos:  none, save the magical mark over his left breast.
piercings:  none.❛  －  /  ‹  LIFE !  ›parents:  mother ( aisha ), missing
     father ( salim ), missing
     familiar ( faust ), alive
job:  magician / fortune-teller, shop assistant. freelance.
favourite meal:  blue-tongued skink ( lizard )
favourite drink:  lapsang souchong ( black tea )
favourite flower:  belladonna
favourite season:  spring

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off all the stars
in boundless heaven
it's the LITTLE DOG**
that shines the brightest .*a babe ,  softly divine .  those words were all she could summon when she held that child in her arms .  product of utmost beauty ,  safe with him ,  alive in her / secure ,  covered .  in love and attention and devotion she never dared even wish to share so very much with two equal thirds to her heart’s whole .  a ridiculous fullness to her chest nothing else could fill .a learning sea-sponge ,  always beaming ,  always eager .  pulling the magic from their fingers to make stars of his own ;  eyes gleaming of both mischief and glee as a babe .  little fox .

and he started taking tentative steps as a child.
*    *willowed feet dangling like half-solid mass. his mother would fill the room in her honey rich chuckles as his father would smile and sing encouraging words. he was awkward and growing but there was no better place for him to do that in. so well-fed and senses evolving; his mother would often lull him to sleep in such quick beats that it became habit to stand, set & rest seconds into her quarters even without her presence there. his father often teased of how her comfort was so addicting her aura left traces of it in its wake. like dandelion spores from the breath of another child. he had to agree. one day he’ll set his own stead of such subtle comfort.but the mind is fragile when you’re young. memories become memoirs you fail to understand. fail to keep. explanations become garbled if given at all, and puzzles are much harder when the pieces fit more than four.the house was all of theirs once, and without word it’s only his. no note, no reason, his rationale left to his own. death seems imminent but where was his clutch? his epilogue? a straining, worried search and all he sees is nil ,and all he feels is empty, stomach twisting in vibrations of care he’s forgotten / unable to give himself.

and he stood in that room as a kit,
*    *taking tentative steps like a child. doleful legs dragging like pure waters. river masses and there’s no more laughs to fill the room. hallowed acres and the overgrown evergreen feels suffocating / desaturated from their lack of song. of attention. affection.and he’s alone. he holds whatever momentos he can in his hands and takes particular prominence on memorabilia. memories. gilded tombs decorated in the thoughts of his lineage. images and letters concocted of their minds, later weaved into his own. the arcana. but it’s not the easiest on his own. he knows enough of magic but he knows best how it works minutely in solidarity.and the world agreed. he finds friends within his solitude, companions just as needy, then something of a partner—but titles can never define what sporadicity they have. acceptive with something of a wired soul. he isn’t sure what he’s doing or if he could call them much at all. their magic seems just as mingling; one as flailing as the other. but they can help each other, he knows, through back-and-forths and tolls. it’s been so long since he’s heard his father’s voice but it’s resounding in him now: it’s never wise to do it alone. and that’s more than fine to take home.years pass as they practice and it’s like the realms hum in their welcome. each time he meditates he feels the intuitive tug comfort him anew. it’s right. it’s blooming. he is but a bud, petals shared. leaves unlike those who blossom around him here, floating about and sparkling of sun-kissed droplets in technicolor cleanness. then there’s a vast sea at his feet and a raft pops up from its depths. he stares down at the sea lions and spots seven little ones floating about. hand-in-hand and flippers in unison. he knows they’re just animals and that seals don’t feel affections as we do, but he can’t help but make out that little curl they each have to their lips that makes their cool little bodies look so warm inside. his feet pass the shores and when he’s done his journey he pulls back into his realm and spots his arcane ally already asleep on the cushion; and he ⸺ the little pup ⸺ can’t help how his face warms just as much.

praying in the wind
to spin like haywire compasses
toward whichever direction
will have us.

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1.0 // BY OUR / UNSHATTERED PIECES
canon verse | default apprentice: hera*    *acute aches of sacrifice; it's too late to regret much now. add vagabond to his name & trepidation to his title.🙤 ‹ BY OUR ROOTS / WE SING / SWEET SALINE ›⸻
2.0 // BLADES & STEEL
aot / snk au*    *a veteran member of the survey corps under squad hange & its encompassing fourth squad on-field. asra would be more of the voice of reason within the group, willing to challenge hange's excitement in jumping into new findings. they would be the only survivor of the squad post-shiganshina, having insisted on staying back with armin as he tried to negotiate.as bertholdt makes for his former squad, asra makes the mistake of believing he'd been about to transform in front of armin, having them both fall back as they instead turns to see his former squad obliviated.by the marley arc, asra would return as chief mechanic and naval captain, managing the maintenance and supply of their new equipment and supporting hizuru's ships on behalf of paradis.
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3.0 // MYSTIC FIBS .
modern au*    *asra makes his measly fortune with the odd job he hires into and bores of just as easily. he travels the world and never settles for long. what he often does as a side job, however, is settle into under-the-table divination work.the accuracy of it, however, is verse dependent. more often than not, he views his work as subtle therapy rather than anything he thinks his company will truly gain clients.

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