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the basics CHARACTER NAME: sapphira CHARACTER CANON: original CURRENT AGE: 23 SPECIES: human SEXUALITY: bisexual

ic permissions HUGGING: yes KISSING: yes FLIRTING: yes ROMANCE: yes! she loves love and also loves to be adored and feel important. she will often over inflate the meaning of any romance/sex she engages in. SEX: yes FIGHTING: no ❤️ INJURY: yes i love hurt/comfort DEATH: no (yes in games with cr!) MIND-READING: yes! it is completely Unknown whether her visions are truly some kind of gift or a result of trauma psychosis. she 100% believes she is special so you will not find the answers u seek in her head. MANIPULATION: yes OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS: icly, sapphira’s story deals with intense grooming, violence, psychosis, blood sacrifice of both humans and animals, trauma, cult behavior, etc. she has not processed or accepted any of the things that have happened to her and therefore it is now everyone’s problem. in fact, she is pro-cult and actively romanticizes her life in prosperity. ANYTHING ELSE: not yet

ooc permissions PLAYER: eden CONTACT: pm BACKTAGGING: yes THREADHOPPING: on the network FOURTHWALLING: no OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS: oocly, none! ANYTHING ELSE: pb is dove cameron ♥️

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content warning: sapphira’s story deals with themes of grooming, violence, murder, suicide, blood sacrifice of both humans and animals, trauma-induced psychosis, stockholm syndrome, and other cult behaviors. her “visions” induce blackouts and seizures.

It’s been two decades since the massacre of infamous cult Prosperity: fifty-seven members found dead, their bodies brutalized by self-inflicted violence brought on by homemade nerve gas. In the garish photos released to the public — eyes gouged out, faces caved in, skin and nails peeled off — one single survivor sits amidst the unspeakable carnage. A girl, nine years old, weak from hunger and mute from wading through the bodies in their sprawling underground home, looking unsuccessfully for a way out. Sapphira was supposed to be the future of Prosperity, the alleged daughter of the founding members, blessed with the unique gift to dream prophecies of the future — or so they told her for all of her young life. Instead, she was shuffled into the system and picked apart in hospitals and therapy sessions, forced into the unfamiliar garishness of the modern world. Prosperity became synonymous with something evil, chilling, something never to be revisited except only as a cautionary tale.

At twenty-one, her visions return to her, filling the hole occupied by broken dreams and bloodshed. Her memories encase her like ice shimmering in the sun, threads of reality and illusion tightly wound together. After the long years of being told by therapists that her predilection for the future was simply contrived by her parents as a tool for Prosperity, using the prop of their daughter’s supposed mysticism as a means for control, she knows the truth — that prophecies run through her dreams. And this time, she dreams of another survivor of Prosperity, a boy meant to be her other half, the missing link to resurrect the only place that ever felt like home.

She is owed a family. She is owed her birthright. She longs for a return to the life she remembers in sharp, vivid fragments, and so she searches for the lost piece of Prosperity, determined to bring back the tiny world in which she felt cherished and safe. Before the blood. Before the death. Before the massacre, there was something pure, something holy — the seed of that which lives in her. If she can only find the face in her dreams, Prosperity can live again.

Some things, however, should always, always remain dead.

CODE BY MARWOOD