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Introduction

France - a lovely place to visit, you decide, walking at a leisurely pace down a path through a small local park. The weather is nice; not too hot, nor too cold, and the scenery is beautiful. Cherry blossom trees, local flora that doesn't exist back home, and the culture is a whole other world in itself. The park you're in is pretty much empty but for yourself, and you enjoy the calm silence and beautiful scenery.

THWACK!

You jump, startled by the sound of...something. It almost sounds like wood being cut, or someone swinging an axe. Something big and heavy, at least. But as the park is deserted, you pause. Perhaps your mind is playing tricks on you - after all, you are alone. Maybe you were imagining it.

THWACK!

You weren't imagining it.

A flash of metal catches the corner of your eye, and you turn, seeing a small path through some of the trees and bushes. Ducking under some hanging branches, you push your way into a small garden. It's in a ring of the cherry blossom trees, and inside there is a small pool lined with stones, several bushes, and lots of flora. And in the center of the garden is a xweetok, holding a sword in one paw. Opposite her is a wooden dummy. Several pieces have been hacked out of it; you connect the dots easily.

As you push through the trees, your rustling alerts the girl. She whirls, gold eyes flashing as her sword is leveled at you. You let out a shriek of surprise, holding up your hands in a defensive gesture. No, no, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to intrude, You say apologetically, hoping that she doesn't slice you into pieces. She stares at you for a moment before lowering her sword, and you sigh in relief and drop your hands.

Really, I am sorry, I didn't know this was a private garden. I didn't mean to intrude. She blinks at you, almost distrusting, and then speaks. I accept your apology. And you are mistaken, this garden is not private by any means. Is is just...secluded. It is rare that others manage to find it, which is why you startled me like so. The formality of her speech is...odd, and you're slightly surprised by it.

Well, I should get going, then... You say, beginning to back out of the garden. But the look from the xweetok makes you pause. I did not say you could leave. Besides, it has been some time since I have had company. You should remain here for a while, perhaps talk with me. As I said, it has been a while since I have spoken at length with anyone. Stay.

She gives you an odd, almost menacing smile, one that chills you and compels you to step out of the bushes and towards her. Well...alright, You say a little uneasily, sitting down in front of the xweetok, who follows your lead and sits down next to you. I suppose you want to know about me.

Stats

Name: Versailles Vinseux Gardenier
Alias: Versai, Vinny
Pronunciation: Ver-sai-les Vihn-soo Gar-den-ear
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Parents: Lost; Presumed Dead
Siblings: None
Birthdate: May 1st
Birthplace: Versailles, France
Current Residence: France
Language: English, some French
Personality: Odd, Sarcastic, Cold, Loyal, Fiercely Protective, Trusting
Status: Single [not interested]
Neo-Species: Xweetok
Neo-Paint: Faerie
Powers: Can control air to a certain degree; mainly manipulating currents, creating small tornadoes, creating air blades, and for help in flight. Is also a very good fighter, both physically and with a sword.

Reference

Human Reference

Those Feathers?

Versailles, you say, gesturing towards the small feathers that sprout out of the back of her front paws. What are those feathers for? I mean, don't you trip over them? Don't they get in the way? She looks down at her paws before holding one up for closer inspection. Actually, they do not hinder me at all while I am walking or doing other activities. These feathers are not merely for show. Allow me to demonstrate. She holds out a paw, and before your eyes, the feathers grow.

They lengthen and appear to harden, taking on an almost shiny quality and looking paper-thin. These feathers can turn, at my will, into blades, of a sort. They are useful when I'm doing hand-to-hand combat, or at close quarters. They also help me with creating air blades. She draws her paw in to her chest, and then moves suddenly in a flinging motion, the feather-blades spreading wide as she moves. A moment later, pieces of a shrub not five feet from you suddenly falls to the ground, sliced cleanly away. I can control the element of air, but only to a certain degree. Air blades are one of my few talents. She smiles that odd, menacing smile again and you shiver.

The Sword?

So that sword you had before...the one you threatened me with, You say, chuckling. She raises an eyebrow, and you quickly stop laughing.

Ah yes, my sword. It's name is Morning Fighter. My teacher gifted it to me when I had finished training with her. Although you're curious about this teacher she is talking about, it is clear that she will speak no more on the subject for now.

See Who I Really Am

Odd.

It's the best way to describe Versailles. The girl doesn't fit into one stereotype or another, nor does she follow the normal rules of society. She's quite old-fashioned and has a very formal, flowery sort of speech. It's also polite, although she is good at conveying her feelings behind the polite speech. And what feelings they are.

She can be - and often is - rude, nasty, sarcastic, and sometimes down-right mean. Not afraid to speak her mind, Versai does so whenever she pleases and is not afraid of the consequences that may follow. Her sharp remarks, though, are often times not intended to be cruel. The other times, though, it is intended to hurt the receiver. She's not afraid to rip you to pieces if you deserve it.

Despite being rather mean at times, she does have a softer side to her. Gardening is her passion, and it is while gardening that her true self blooms, much like the flowers she tends. Versai is fiercely loyal and a dedicated friend, loving and protective to those who she has befriended. It takes some time to gain her trust and to penetrate that cold outer layer, but if you are accepted into her heart, you will not leave it easily. Her loyalty drives her to protect others, particularly the weak or those who are innocent.

All in all, the girl often seems cold and cruel, but has a streak of gentleness beneath the outer shell. You just have to get her to bloom.

Likes and Loathes

+Gardening
+Pastries
+Roses
+Swords
+Spring

-Dirt/Decay
-Cherries
-Weeds
-Stupidity
-Winter

Story

Everyone has a story. Mine is...certainly not the happiest, but I could tell it to you if you so wish. Versai glances over at you, and you pause before nodding. Why not hear her story? After learning about her, you're curious to hear Versailles's story.

Prologue

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess. She lived in a beautiful palace in France, surrounded by servants, maids, and the royal family. The princess was kind and beautiful and was loved by her servants and the people of the kingdom alike.

But the thing that the princess loved the most was her garden.

She had a good green thumb and often could be found spending time in the garden, planting or pruning, weeding and watering her plants. But as the princess grew older she had less and less time to spend taking care of her garden. However, she couldn't simply abandon it to nature.

To appease the princess her mother and father, the King and Queen, hired a gardener from the kingdom to come work for them. His name was Luis Gardenier, for his father and his father's father were gardeners. He came to the palace and began to work straight away.

One day the princess managed to slip away from her princess-ly duties and made way to her garden, to see how this new man was taking care of it. The princess entered the garden but saw no one. However she was very pleased by the fact that the garden was thriving and beautiful, filled with all manors of flowers and flora. As she bent to admire a rose the princess whispered, "You are the beauty of the garden.

But then a voice startled her. "But none within this garden are more beautiful than you, my lady." There, standing behind the princess, was Luis, the gardener. It was love at first sight for the princess. However Luis had seen the princess before and over time had fallen in love with her as well, for he saw how kind her heart was.

The two continued to meet each other over the year, spending all the seasons together as their love bloomed and grew, just as the princess's garden continued to grow and thrive. And the next summer the princess announced her betrothal to her kingdom, for the King and Queen had known about her and Luis's romance. The two were wed only a month later, and from then on they lived happily ever after.

It's a story that I have been told many times, enough that I know it by heart. I believed the story as well, for a long while. My mother told the story to me whenever I asked her how she and my father had met, for indeed Luis was my father and the 'princess' my mother.

However I didn't learn that the story was only that, a story, until my tenth birthday. By this time I had realized that true love existed only in fairy tales and that my mother was no princess, although she had high-class blood in her.

And the garden. That was no fairy tale either. For the garden in the palace of Versailles does exist, and it is where my parents' love first began. It is also a very large part of my being, for Versailles is my namesake, and the garden even exists in my name too, for my father's surname is indeed Gardenier. And the garden was what leads to my story, the fabric of my being. I will tell it to you now.

It began with a garden.

I need a very big story revamp. It's coming, I promise. Keep checking back for updates!

Those She Is Acquainted With

Lori: She...her...oooh! I want to kill her, the piece of filth. She broke into my home and attempted to rob me - not that there are many possessions of mine that are worth much, besides my katana. But I fought her over it, and we were - surprisingly - evenly matched, and I eventually drove her off. She can rot, though, for all that I care.

Senbelle: This girl was one of my targets when I first met her. The person who hired me was corrupt, I soon learned; she is one of the kindest and most innocent souls that I have ever met, and was upset by the fact that someone was out for her life. We eventually settled our differences, and I even gave her a bit of training in the physical combat area. She's not a bad child; I wouldn't mind meeting her again some day.

I Has A Sword Adopts

Adoptables!

Rules
1. Don't use in the BC/AG/anywhere else
2. Don't edit yourself
3. Don't take one that isn't yours
4. Don't remove the credit or linkback

That being said, feel free to mail me (silver_spring) with the title "I Has A Sword!".

I will do:
-Extra tails/limbs
-Minor lineart changes
-Facial look changes
-Sword customization

I will not do:
-Wings (they're hard with the pose)
-Huge lineart changes
-Remove the sword

Pickups!

Art

By Nix

Art By Others/Fanart/Requests

By Vicats

By Mori

By Kayla

By Izzy

By Suiqu

By Nissa

By Deyan

By Dehoot

By Chels

By Daika

By Katie (place)

By Hakkari (shadowandlady2)

By Sky (caea_akona)

By Ver (__zelda_rules__)

By Ver (Again!)(__zelda_rules__)

Requests - I requested this art specifically, it was not a random gift. Thanks to the artists!

By Jazzy! (fadingserenity)

Adopted

Conclusion

Well, I believe that it is already almost nightfall. How the time passes when we are not watching it, mm? Versai's words startle you, and you glance up at the sky. She's right; the sun is setting, turning the sky a beautiful orange-pink. You nod and then stand up, stretching.

Well, Versai. It was...good to meet you, I suppose. Thank you for letting me stay a while and for not killing me. You grin and chuckle, and to your surprise she actually smiles back. A real smile, not a menacing one.

Well, then that made it all more worth the while. I hope to one day meet you again. Fair well, and may good fortune follow you. Her parting words echo through your head as you turn and slip back through the bushes, leaving the odd girl and her garden behind.