"Why go back? What's left up there for you?" Home is Here (Closed)

After escaping [insert messed up OC Trauma], you fall into a dark purple lake, after only you few second you fall unconcise. You wake up in a room of your own aesthetic with a strange woman standing perfectly still by the door, an Android label MKN_14 informs you that you fell down a whirlpool to Zona Dormiu. Do you choose to stay in this new, but more loving and accepting environment that allows you discover a world that was only told as a fairytale or to you do what you can to get home to familiar lands?

Basic Stuff:
No smut
Prefer paragraph text
Shipping your character with one of mine is fine just ask first so I can say their gender, sexuality, and availability
LGBTQ+ is always welcome

Ooooh, could I hop on this? I'm in too many rps I haven't responded to, but what the hell XD

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Name - Farah Dowling
Age - 23
Sexuality/pronouns - Bisexual, she/her
Appearance - Farah is a very attractive young woman with dark brown (turn silver-blue when she uses her abilities) and natural dark ash blonde/brown hair, usually in a high ponytail with pieces hanging loose to frame her face. When let down, it reaches just above the small of her back. She has a soft but defined jawline, set and narrowed shoulders, and long legs. Her figure is lean and curvy, even with the muscles she's developed from years of training and battles against the Burned Ones (the enemies of the world she comes from). She has a tattoo on her index finger of a line circling above her knuckle and three dots closer to her fingertips. She wears little makeup simply for convenience, but she religiously cares for and styles her hair. She’s 5’8” and speaks with a British accent.
Personality - Farah is the "alpha female" among the battalion members, but she looses this attitude whenever Rosalind is present. She can be reckless and headstrong in situations where she needs to be patient, however, she also tends to overanalyze at times as well. The overanalyzing happens when she is plotting out strategies, but in the heat of the moment, she is known for her "thoughtlessly calculated" tactics. Her presence takes up an entire space from the moment she enters, which can cause her to initially come off as more intimidating than she actually can be. She also is very mature for 23. Farah has an extremely tight relationship with her friends/battalion members. She also is extremely hard-working, has somewhat strong mental defenses, and is decisive. She is able to keep a level head and level emotions in tense or demanding situations. Her composure can be very stoic, almost unemotional at times for fear of showing emotion. She can be impatient occasionally, can be too trusting of others.
History - She attended and graduated from Alfea College for Fairies. She is a part of Rosalind's selected battalion for hunting down Burned Ones, and she lives in Alfea, still, but she longs of having her own home within Solaria someday despite knowing she is training to be the next headmistress of Alfea.
Likes - Training, watching thunderstorms, lilies, books, cats, her own clothes, tea
Dislikes - Being away from Alfea for long, crowds, coffee

How is she?

I love them!!

A tall, purpled haired woman stood firm by the door, her head tilted downwards. She looked up to see Farah resting on her bed. She blinked her eye repeatedly as they changed from a pale indigo to a bright cyan. "A message from Mx.Lux? "I'll be running late, make share the new one stays put until I get back." Oh my, well looks like I need to stay wake for this one. Please may my power stay high." She dusted her checkered hair bow and began watching Farah closely.

Farah jolted suddenly out of sleep, looking around wildly and panting for breath. What the hell? Where was she? The last thing she remembered… Aster Dell. The civilization she'd been manipulated into destroying by her former mentor. She looked up and saw the purple-haired woman above her, and she scrambled away. "Who are you?" she demanded. "What am I doing here? Where are Saul and Ben? Where…?" She looked around frantically. "Where am I?"

"Oh! You are awake. Please do your best to monitor your breathing, you are in no danger and I will not harm you. I am a model MKN_14, but you can call me Millie. You fell into Lake Zona and went down a whirlpool. I brought you to safety and in your own enchanted room as is part of protocell." Millie ruffled the lace jacket over her pastel pencil dress, give an unsettling but sweet smile.

Farah gasped as she inhaled and continued looking around. "You're… you're a robot? Millie? What is Lake Zona? The last thing I remember…" Again, the horrid images of Aster Dell flashed into her mind. "No, I… I didn't mean to…" Farah shut her eyes tightly and tried to catch her breath. "Where's Saul Silva?" she asked again urgently, knowing if he was here, he could calm her down.

"I am an android, not a robot. Lake Zona is a gateway lake from Zona Dormiu, which is where you are now. You feel down and wash up on Stardusta Manor. Your friend, Saul Silva, did not fall through whirlpool so my guess is that he is still where you are from." Millie scan Farah's body with bright green lights. "Oh dear, you are several injuries. I'm calling up some one to assist in first aid. " Millie's eye stared glowing and flashing pink and stopped after 30 seconds.

"I need him," Farah whispered, hugging her knees to her chest. "I need Saul." She began to tremble, breaking her naturally stoic composure in an intense moment of weakness. "I don't need first-aid, I'm fine," the fairy insisted. "Please, just let me go back. I have to help Saul and Ben… we have to fix what happened at Aster Dell… it was my fault… all of it… so many people are dead…"

Millie had no responds, just a terrified blank start. "Dead?…" She tried not to show too much emotion, but was overwhelmed with fear. Millie focused calming her down Farah, after a while a girl walks in, she looked like a 2011 scene queen in black and pink decked out with piercings, spiked jewelry, and chains. When Millie saw her, she stepped aside to let her in. "Hey Farah." She said in such a calm way meeting Farah's eyes.

"How do you know who I am?" Farah demanded. "Who are you? I have to get back to the Otherworld. Do you have a gateway ring I could use? Anything? I need… I need Saul…" She moved to the opposite side of the bed as Millie and the new girl. "Just leave me alone, I'm fine."

"One thing at a time, alright. You're not fine and it's gonna be ok so listen. My name is Brooklyn and I hear everything that goes on here. I know you're afraid and things are really fucked up but you gotta trust me and follow my instructions. Do you understand?" Brooklyn had a very mono-tone voiced, calm and collected even though the was a complete stranger in her home.

This girl, this… Brooklyn seemed trustable, but after what had just happened, Farah wasn't sure she could trust anyone. "More than fucked up," she admittedly mumbled. "But tell me how to get back home. Now. I have to get back, Saul and Ben could be in danger… Rosalind lied to us. Lied to me, I…" She closed her eyes. "I'm a murderer now."

"You're not the only one." Brooklyn chuckled. "But for real, I need you to take a moment to breathe. It's not as easy as that." Brooklyn grabbed some potions from her bag and placed it on the table. "Those are there to heal you. I mean it when I say we're here to help you. " She tried her best to be as kind and friendly as possibly.

Farah tried to take deep breaths and found that it actually began to work. Her eyes followed Brooklyn's movements, studying her intently. "Why do you want to help me so badly?" Farah asked, unable to understand their genuine kindness. "You don't even know me."

"It's what we do. For years, this family has help people like me find home, not just get home." Brooklyn's movement were quite relaxed and lay-backed, even after the demands and tough attitude Farah has displayed. "Once you get to know us, you'll understand.. But first drink up, you need to start healing." Brooklyn handed her one of the potion as a way to establish trust.

"What do you mean 'find home'?" Farah asked, slowly taking the potion from Brooklyn, but she didn't ingest it yet. "I want to go home. Back to the Otherworld, Saul, and Ben. Rosalind could've committed countless other war crimes by now, and I can't be there to stop her. And what's even in this anyway?"

"You're bruised and have cuts all over you, it'll help. Now if you don't mind answering, what kinds of war crimes are we taking and towards whom are these crimes attacking?" Brooklyn was genuinely curious but knows things will go down hill if Farah is protecting humans. Pretty fucked up a human would want other humans dead, but Brook had her reasons…she has her past. The potion was a shimmery blue color and tasted like short cakes.

Farah relented and took sips of the potion. It tasted oddly sweet, so she drank the entire vial. "The Burned Ones," she began to explain. "They've been attacking us, so Rosalind assembled a battalion to track them down and kill them all. Including her, we were made up of two fairies and two Specialists. Saul was– is my Specialist. I have to get back to him." Her mind was a one-way street, focused on getting back to Saul.

"Drink the over two potions." Brooklyn smiled and started laughing at the thought. "Ya know, This Rosalind person sounds a lot like my step-mom Nova. They destroyed an entire planet out of petty revenge. Oh! and don't worry about the whole "I'm a murder, they'll hate me if they find out!" Everyone in this manor is some sort of criminal." She smiled so sweetly, but so sinister after what she said. Looking so strange, talking so loving, and acting so dark, what kind of person is Brooklyn?

Already relaxing a bit, Farah did as Brooklyn said, downing the other two potions rather quickly. "I didn't murder people on purpose," Farah whispered. "But it's entirely my fault that they're dead… Rosalind manipulated me. I have too much power." Her fingers began to tremble. "Oh God, what've I done?" she moaned quietly.

Brooklyn sigh as she signal Farah to follow her. Outside the room was a huge living area, decked out with lights and furniture. It was a warm and homely area with the colors of white and gold scattered like glitter. The were on an upper level with a massive collection of doors, some had names on them while others didn't. Sone where heavily carved with detail tailored to each person's aesthetic and personality. Brooklyn jumped onto a wire bar lining that wrapped around the upper floor and slip down the staircase, at the bottom was a double door. "Come on, the family can help you out!"

(I'm not the best at describing scenery and I'm sorry about that, but it's heavily inspired by Casita from Encanto)

(Nah, you're totally good. I definitely get the picture)

Farah reluctantly followed her, casting a parting glance at Millie and stepping out of the room. Her eyes widened at the sight. There were so many doors – and doors meant people behind them. She stepped to the edge of the balcony and looked around with amazement. Brooklyn's voice drew her back, and Farah moved to follow her down the stairs. "Who is 'the family'?" she asked.

Brooklyn opened the doors to reval a kitchen. The smell of bread and spices filled the air, as if you were in a a bakery in the forest. Inside where to people. a 6'3 dark skin elf-ram with a long black dreadlocks in a light brown maidens dress and a 5'10 siren with a hot pink undercut wearing a puffy knitted coat, turtleneck top and a long skirt. They were singing and baking together, one with a strong, bold voice and the other with a soft, silky voice.

Farah inhaled the scent readily, but she faltered at the door, her eyes widening in shock. She'd never seen anything like these people before, and she wasn't one for meeting new people very often. Her naturally emotionless front took over, as it often did when she had to be around new people or people she wasn't comfortable with yet.

"Tio Baxtor, we got another one. They REALLY wanna get home." Baxtor looked up from patting dough, his two boar tusk showing through his mouth. "Hello, what's your name dear?" Baxtor spoke in such a motherly way. Ironically it felt like that statement didn't fit him. He was a tall, lightly muscled beast man with a warriors hair and a voice as heavy as a house, yet he dressed and acted so motherly. The pink haired by saw Farah and could see her being uncomfortable with meeting new people, as a responds he keep his distance by brewing tea.

The mind fairy very hesitantly entered the room, keeping up her stoic façade. "I'm Farah," she answered the question shortly and added another question of her own. "Who are you?"

Her eyes darted between them, studying them both with a keen gaze.