CoR App--Myselia and Erias

Edit 6/11: I got in!  _{Remind me never to delete correspondence messages again, though; I'm not sure how long it's been that way!}
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Name: Myselia Niyril
Species: Lilligant
Type: Fairy/Electric
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Class: Knight (in training)
Height: 5'8"
Ability: Hyper Cutter - Due to her training and dedication, Myselia's attack stat may not be lowered.
Attacks: 
Flying Press - Myselia launches herself up into the air, and then, she dives at her opponent.  This attack is simultaneously Fighting and Flying types.
Double Team - Myselia creates illusionary copies of herself, raising her evasion.
Sleep Powder - A strange powder is released from the flower crown on Myselia's helmet.  This powder will put her enemy to sleep.
Ally Switch - Calling upon a strange power within, Myselia teleports away from the battle and calls an ally in to fight in her place.
Personality: Myselia is a rather curious youth--not in the fact that she is strange; rather, in the fact that she is inquisitive about all that is around her.  She enjoys learning about the land, and how the strange environment has affected everyone within the realm.  She is very passionate about serving with her order, but there is a small bit of her that feels empty.  Whether that is a desire for companionship, or a desire to fill a greater calling, she has yet to decide.
History: Myselia was born to a rather fierce-looking Rapidash centaur and a strange-looking Gardevoir.  There were, of course, rumors that she was not theirs--after all, she was a Petilil, and neither parent was.  The fact of the matter was that, indeed, Myselia was adopted--she was found on the doorstep on the estate with little more than a note and her familiar with her, keeping her company.  Despite these rumors, Myselia had a rather standard early childhood.  Her mother, a captain in Ormona, had taken the time to raise her, since her father was more often than not in the nearby (but still decently far away) Mossy Woods.  When Myselia turned four, her father came by the estate in Ormona, demanding that Myselia come with her to the forest, to become a druid, like himself.  Myselia protested, saying that she had no desire to follow him, and Myselia's mother objected that the girl should be free to make her own choices.  Her father would have nothing of it, and said that Emraldi--her mother--could come to the village within the Mossy Woods in no less than four years' time to see if Myselia's mind had been made up.

Those four years were, in short, terrible for Myselia.  Not only did she have no desire to be a druid, she did not have the talents that her father was certain that she would have.  This did not stop him in his attempt to prove to her that she should be a druid; at every chance, she was tutored by many of the druids and shamans that her father knew, but even they began to see that the girl had no inherent talents foor their skills.  When the four years were up, Emraldi came to the forest, along with a few of the knights from her team--in case her husband decided to deny her the right to bring Myselia back.  Before the Rapidash centaur could even approach, Myselia had fled to her mother's side, begging her to take her back home to Ormona.

Not long after her return to Ormona, Myselia began to study the ways of knights and paladins.  Emraldi was more than happy to provide Myselia with the tutelage she desired, explaining certain aspects of a knight's code of chivalry and honor.  However, Myselia was yet too young to become a knight, so the most she could do for a while was watch her mother and the other knights as they would train and practice.  When she turned thirteen, her mother agreed to bring her along to the training grounds to speak to the commander there, to see if she was ready to begin her tutelage as a knight.

While the commander was hesitant at first, questioning Emraldi if her husband would appear out of nowhere and attack them in an attempt to take his daughter back, Emraldi insisted that there was no way that such a thing would transpire.  Aside from him despising the city, he would not dare cross Emraldi a second time.  That next day, Myselia took to the training grounds with other youths, armed with a practice blade and some basic armor.

Myselia progressed at an astounding rate at first.  Her knowledge of swordplay was basic to intermediate at best, but she held to the code of chivalry that her mother had taught her--never strike your opponent when their backs are turned, never strike out of pure rage, and always fight with honor--as though her very life depended on it.  She slowly made her way through the ranks, although she still has some time before she'll finish her training.  Though she is no longer a trainee, she knows that she still has much to learn, and embraces every mission she gets a chance to take with full fervor.
Familiar's Name: Erias
Familiar's Personality: Erias is more calm and quiet than Myselia.  Where Myselia is curious and excitable, Erias is more likely to remain at her companion's shoulder, watching on.  Having been with her since her birth, Erias understands Myselia without even speaking--something that she rarely does regardless.  The two share an almost-unspoken link, following the other's movements near-exactly.
Notes / Extra / Etc: 
Myselia's sword is called Skirkmyr, the Betrayer.  The name is a reference to the tale of its forging, in which an outsider was tricked with the payment for the sword.
Myselia's wings cannot sustain extended flight.  More often than not, they are decoration, and are only used for Myselia's Flying Press attack.
Erias, Myselia's familiar, is capable of hovering for short periods of time.  Extended flight, like Myselia, is impossible for Erias.
When Myselia wears her helmet, the orbs glow and sparks of electricity come off of the flower crown, much like Erias' flower crown.
Myselia and Erias' eyes glow faintly.  Nobody truly knows why, or even when, this happened.

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