𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔊𝔬𝔡 ℌ𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔐𝔢

Sypha was a witch who harnessed the power of the elements. Sypha grew up among speakers in Wallachia. When she was young she lost her mother to the witch trials. Traveling with the speakers she went on to help those in need. In 1476 when Dracula raged war against Wallachia, she vowed to defeat him by any means necessary.

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Been working on her wig and costume!

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“That’s all magic is; Alucard. Changing things in accordance with my intent.”

                                     Independent & Semi- Selective Sypha Belnades - penned by Ai

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Her actual wig hasn't come yet! But here is a practice run on the make up

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PSA

98% this Sypha will be moving to a new blog, and have her own primary blog. Just trying to figure out whether i will just reblog all of my edits/move my replies to the new blogs via drafts. Why the move?: My Sypha has grown in a way, and I want to be able to comment via non-anon, follow peeps back and more.

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“I have come to the conclusion, that you are both idiots.”

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The memories of desolate Wallachia remained fresh in the speaker magician’s mind as she trailed behind the hunter; she knew what she had to do. For the sake of the Wallachians and for the speakers; but even still she could not shake the unsettling feeling of what would happen if they failed to defeat Dracula. Cerulean jewels twist as she took in the castle’s interior; the rooms always seemed to change in design. One moment they could possess cobblestone flooring, the next they could have the finest of red velvet. It was like passing through time; it sent chills down her spine just thinking about what the castle alone could make her feel so wary. Her hand caressed the stone wall as they waded through the murky waters of the underground caverns; Sypha’s lips pulled downward, disgust rose within her frame as she stepped on what felt like to be seaweed or some underwater plant. “This is disgusting…” And it was, the water smelled like sulfuric acid mixed with bile. Why did it feel like the castle was changing its layout on them? Sypha paused in her movements looking towards the hunter. “Is it just me or is this castle a maze. I feel like it’s changing on us.” She sighs pinching the bridge of her nose, her ears picked up the sound of creatures up ahead. It immediately brought her guard up, stepping forward in front of Trevor she casts a light to reveal a wave of fish like men with tritons and other various weapons. 

“What are those?…” gasps the blonde with uncertainty, even in her travels with the caravan had she encountered such creatures. Sypha’s guard rose immediately preparing for the fight between the monsters and them. 

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❛ i never told anyone this before, but it’s my fault they died. ❜ - alasedamgia

master of the universe sentence prompts ; @alasedmgia )

       sypha is the kind of altruistic person he will never be - who can do good without any reason. the kind of idealistic person who believes that with small good actions the world will be better. he will never be able to believe it, not after everything that has happened. not after all the things that hardened him inside. trevor isn’t a bad person, no, he’s not, and whenever he can do good he will do, but he doesn’t believe this will be enough to change the world. maybe someone’s world, yes, but not the whole world. 

       the truth is they’re fucked.

       but it’s because he thinks this way that bothers him when sypha blames herself for things beyond her reach. because she doesn’t deserve and will not even be able to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders.

       “  it was not your fault. you are not responsible for everyone’s life. the faster you understand it, the more chance you have of not going crazy.  ”

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         “You do not understand, Belmont. That day! Had I not dared to practice my magic, my mother! My aunts... they would have never been taken by the church!” She gasps out to the hunter who tried to comfort her; tears starting to swell in the corners of her eyes. The painful memories began to come forth to her mind and her heart began to swell with anguish and self-loathing. “It’s my fault. It’s my fault they’re dead! The church... burned my family...” She chokes on the words as the tears began to flow down her cheeks.

         “You can say to me it’s not my fault. That it was never my fault. But it is. Had I only obeyed my mother’s wish, she’d still be alive today. She, my aunts, and many of the speakers. It’s the true reason my grandfather started to have masquerading as a male. it’s safer yes. But, the church is more willing to spare a man than a woman...” She laments; her fingers curled into her fists as the rage rose. She could relate to Dracula, she truly could. Along with Alucard.

           To lose someone you love to witchhunts...

“I... miss her so much....”

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              Her gaze instantly narrows at the words that were laced with sarcasm; with the flick of her hand, she scoffs in response to them. “You think you are humorous, don’t you? How can you be so nonchalant about this? The sleeping soldier is a powerful warrior that can aid me in the defeat of Dracula.” She counters remaining firm in trying to get her point across with the Belmont. But why couldn’t he take this matter with just a little more seriousness? Sypha huffs as she turns herself away from Trevor to pinch her nose; Sypha’s shoulders dropped with the frustration continued to eat away. 

This man was so infuriating. 

            Sypha glanced over her shoulder to Trevor with a deep frown coming to her lips, she takes a breath before speaking further to the hunter. “Once you aid me in finding the soldier, you can be on your way again. Travel with my caravan if you wish, but I cannot stand by allowing innocent lives to perish at the hands of Dracula. But know what you did the other day, you helped save lives. Your actions saved this town Belmont. Does that not make you feel an ounce of pride?” she questions facing him completely, she was found bewildered by the man. If she could just get him to meet with the sleeping soldier, or convince him to help her kill Dracula before they reached the soldier. 

       Then the prophecy would be in effect, the legend would start taking place and the rest of the pieces fall into place. “IThe stories say that the sleeping soldier lies beneath Gresit, it does not say just how far we have to go but we have to descend beneath the city.” She expresses to Trevor remaining serious, Sypha continues to explain more about the soldier and why it was necessary to get to them. “Now, are you sure you have no ideas that can grant us access to below Gresit safely?”

“Should we head in the direction of the Cyclop’s lair, perhaps descend further beyond it? I think that may be a good start? What do you think?”

     Good Lord, this sleeping soldier better be decked up with some serious powers to be able to put a stop to Dracula’s horde. Although the more he thought about it, the more suspicious it was– no ordinary human would be sleeping under a city for so long. Perhaps it was some ancient wizard, encased in crystals, awaiting down there for the Speaker-girl to say some more abra-cadabra and make rainbows come out in the world.

     “I uh, I asked around–” he says, trying to explain himself. He really did, he tried his best. The conversation would start from alcohol and he would proceed to steer it towards the city’s sewers and catacombs and question about what could possibly lay beneath. It seemed as though the ordinary folk didn’t know what he was talking about and probably would have laughed at him if he brought up the notion of a soldier sleeping beneath their feet.

     He shrugs his shoulders to indicate that he hadn’t got anything worth mentioning. Although now that Sypha brought it up, going back into the cyclops’ layer was definitely a good idea. Why hadn’t he thought of that? Any magical being had to be preceded by more strange magic– and the golem had been a clear indication of it. He could feel his ancestors rolling in their graves and staring balefully at the crest on his back.

     “Yes,” he agrees vaguely. “The Cyclops must have been guarding the way down to the trapdoor” and he nods along with her. “Very good, Speaker. Your deductive reasoning is stellar. I just might make a hunter out of you”

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         The speaker looked at him with a very unamused look at his commentary; her hand came to rest against her forehead. Why did he have to be so dense? Was he really a Belmont? There was no way this was the heir to the famous Belmont clan. Sypha’s gaze flicks upward to the skies above her. May the gods help her. Sypha moves after the Belmont with a sigh. “Stupid, annoying, Belmont.” She murmurs to herself, she catches up with Trevor quickly and looks up to him with her azure gaze. “So, Belmont. I feel like you should open up to me. If I know more about you, I can find ways to put up with you better.” She says with a sly smirk creased to her lips as she walked alongside him. 

        “So, how long have you been traveling? Why did the church feel like your clan was a threat instead of a benefit? When was the last time you had a bath? You could use one.” She rants slightly moving swiftly as the pair began to make their way to the catacombs, the speaker magician truly desired to know more about her ally.  It would be beneficial for her if they knew about one another. Sypha studied him in brief silence; her eyes locking on the scar that rested upon his face. She wondered how he got such a scar. What sort of story was attached to it?   She knew plenty when it came to having scars. The constant reminder of how the church felt towards her people remained on her ankles.

“Belmont, why did your people stop hunting?”

@ryoushigi

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To Do List!

Starters - 3

@vampyr-prince - Mafia AU

@sonofbelmont - curse befalls thee

@princely-alucard -

Replies - 5

@asklittletrevor - Strings of Fate. ( Lil Trevor/Sypha )

@ryoushigi - search for the soldier. @ryoushigi - surprise engagement @ryoushigi - tease & traditions @priestkillcr - Ask thread  Awaiting/Sent - 4? @shinsogi - shattered memories, jealousy ask, change ask threads @ryoushigi @shinsogi - a twist in time

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