The Southern Gems

Chalsedony

• Vital Stats

  • Nicknames: Chastity, Chelsey, Castle
  • Race: Cryptocrystalline quartz
  • Class: Fighter
  • Alignment: Neutral (Guardian of Earth)
  • Deity: Blue Diamond
  • Age: Appears in early twenties
  • Size: Human sized
  • Body Type: Pear
  • Height: 5'11"
  • Weight: 198 lbs
  • Complexion: Silver-white
  • Hair: Close cropped navy blue sides with overgrown white center tied back into a short ponytail
  • Eyes: Reflective blue
  • Handedness: Right
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Castle is both sides of the same coin, able to go from sweet, caring, and playful to stong, authoritative, and rowdy as easy as, per se, the flip of a coin
  • Mannerisms: Castle is almost disgusted with current earth culture, and openly dotes on anything that classifies as 'antique'. She teases everyone and is more than capable of protecting herself if she takes things too far
  • Likes: Candy, antique memorabilia, flowers (daffodils in particular), very hot things, fresh water, stars, dancing
  • Dislikes: Forests, new age music, bikes, planes, cars, trains, spicy food, anything disgusting (namely humans)
  • Weapon: Dual double sided war-hatchets

• Description

  Chalsedony is as sweet and chatismatic as a bard, and often relates herself to one... A dwarven one. She finds it humorous that the Smith's of legend waved weapons bigger than they were, drank all the time, swore, spit, and slept around as much as they liked, and she idolized that in her younger years.
  Now that she's grown, she is more reserved, but in the heat of battle she is as strong, taunting, and rude as any beserker, and her hatchets together weigh more than she does.
  Although she normally remains calm, cool, and collected, she has been known to lose her temper and when she does, she goes on long, mortifying tirades. Case in point:
  

  Her opinion of humans

  
  "Hhhh," Chelsey hummed out, trying to help him along with his revelation. "Hhhhumans." she said smoothly. "Correct. Weak, nearly defenseless, with lifespans ranging on the average from forty to eighty years at most. Their main goals are reproduction, which no longer occurs due to the physical attractiveness of the specimen and now relies heavily on the mental state of the pair in question. Much like fusion, the resulting offspring has the combined appearance of both parties involved, and remains with the creators for nearly twenty years in most cases." she spilled out her trove of information. "Fighting in senseless wars over beliefs and supplies, they kill themselves off in droves with terrible weapons I have never seen the likes of, least not back when I was up to date with current Home world technology. In the last hundred years they have progressed from quaint, sweet creatures to self obsessed egomaniacs who care more about the lives of more attractive and powerful humans than they do about their own. Their sources of transportation are unberably slow in most cases, but they have ships that soar through the air at hundreds of miles past the sound barier." She hadn't made a report in thousands of years and now that she was going she seemed unlikely to stop. "Furthermore, they take what precious resources I saw hundreds of gems shattered to protect, and destroy them, mowing down age old forests to build their recreational centers where they purchase entertainment devices to pretend to be something they are not using their technology, and items to make themselves appear more attractive, while constantly complaining about how needless being physically pleasing to the eye is. They are overweight to the point of not being able to flee from danger if the need presented itself in some cases, underweight to the point of not being able to even stand in others, they complain about Their supposed wealth while other humans starve to death, and nobody bats an eye when they destroy entire buildings full of young offspring who cannot protect themselves, (and as far as I can see, have done no wrong), and the status of ther recreational activities is the only information broadcast worldwide that anyone seems to care about." she paused to take a gulping breath in order to continue.
  

• Biography

  Donya came to earth and trained just as any Blue Diamond underling might. She was the equivalent of a quartz warrior, only far more specialized, meant for Blue Diamond's court only.
  Strawberries
  The bright, beautiful fruit, luscious red skin, soft, sweet inside... An obsession whenever the eyes of her sisters weren't on her...
  Daffodils
  The silky, welcoming petals, bobbing contentedly in the wind with perfumed good charm...
  The idea of seeing such perfect things torn and crushed under the regime of Blue Diamon was unbearable. She became an independent variable, fighting for nobody but herself.
  After the war, when the planet was abandoned, she was distraught. Her Diamond had completely forsaken her, even as she tried to beg forgivness, and she had been left on this desecrated rock. The berries had been smashed, and the flowers had been crushed.
  Many times, the Crystal Gems tried to extend their hands to her. The lofty, pink haired general, her domineering servant, a low ruby guard... And an aristocratic variant. Aquamarine had been there, had seen the Ruby touch the pretty Sapphire... Had seen them become something else... Something new...
  She was just as eager to break the Ruby as any of Blue Diamond's servants had been. But now, seeing the Sapphire, it was too much for her. It made her chest ache for what she'd lost, she pined for every gem she saw shattered on the field.
  She took to herself in a base in the South. Gems came and went, some bringing news and others not talking, and the traffic through the temple began to slow until the Crystal gems, and a few friends, were all that was left.
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