it was nice, she had to admit. the grass somehow felt far more softer here than at home. her knees pulled to her chest as she looked into the meadow, the flowers stretching up as if trying to get as close to the sun as they could. luna could not blame them, if she did not think it would make her look a fool she would as well. she was so lost in thought, her mind wondering to different places within her mind, making up small, and silly stories when she felt a shadow. "are you here to join me?" she asked, looking up and shielding her eyes from the sun to look at the new comer.
⊹₊♔₊⊹ ( hazal filiz küçükköse, cis woman, she/her, 35 / 105, werewolf, raelan #5 ) i just saw sevda cebrail arriving at the rite! the princess from raelan is said to be associated with lipstick stains on silk cloth, condescending smiles, and barely hidden eye rolls. well, that makes sense considering they are known to be organized but also manipulative. she is/are feeling annoyed about the rite.
STATS
full name: princess sevda alara cebrail
nicknames: sev
age: 35/105
sexual orientation: bisexual
place of birth: raelan
zodiac: leo (july 29)
species: werewolf (born)
status: betrothed to casteel whitethorne
title: princess, sister of the ruler of raelan
height: 5'9"
ABOUT
as part of the royal family, sevda has always had a bit of a superiority complex, not really Of The People, very vain, thinks she is the greatest thing to ever walk to planet i fear
a little bit power hungry, a bit jealous of her older sibling aka the ruler, though absolutely loyal to her family, will do anything to help her family and herself amass more power and you will never hear from her lips that she's jealous
VERY good at putting on the facade of charm and grace, knows how to please people and play the game, definitely a different person behind closed doors than she is to the public
looooves to be dramatic, loves attention, lives for the applause.mp3
always scheming, always thinking about ways to expand cebrail family power, very astute strategist
WANTED CONNECTIONS
close friends: listen... it is SO hard to like her sometimes but someone has to do it
people whose hearts she's broken: she definitely broke a lot of hearts and messed with people before her betrothal, kinda saw courting and romance as a game
enemies: she holds a grudge and is very passive aggressive
⊹₊♔₊⊹ ( oliver jackson-cohen, cis man, he, 35 / 38, human werewolf (turned), harlaine raised lord #6 ) i just saw sevantir harlaine arriving at the rite! The former raised lord/questing knight from navarre is said to be associated with the steely ripple of well-tended chainmail, hard-working shoulders that slump under the weight of worse burdens than armour and battle, the slide of sword on whetstone, low, urgent prayers to any god listening, and saddlebags packed with weatherbeaten books, bounties, and postings for meagre work wanted. well, that makes sense considering they are known to be principled but also desperately driven. he is feeling bitter about the rite. written by gray.
#the stats
FULL NAME. sevantir
NICKNAMES. sev
AGE. 35 when bitten, three years ago; 38 now.
GENDER / PRONOUNS. cis man / he
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual
PLACE OF BIRTH. a small village in navarre.
ZODIAC. capricorn
SPECIES. turned werewolf as off three years ago, very much against his will. originally human.
STATUS. ... formerly attached/betrothed. WC!
TITLE / ROLE. hedge knight, as in, a knight that serves no court, family, or force; no title. formerly a questing knight; sir sevantir.
EYE COLOR. formerly blue, now werewolf gold.
HAIR COLOR. reddish brown.
HEIGHT. 6'3"
#bullet points
001. the ruling lord of house harlaine, a questing knight from a long, long line of the same, brought sev into the family fold when he was only six - already an orphan, left alone by the monstrous deaths of his parents.
002. eager to live up to the potential lord harlaine saw in that scruffy, scrawny child, sev devoted himself to becoming the first harlaine squire of this generation. indeed, he was the first squire this lord and lady harlaine trained towards knighthood; he came into their care before they had any children of their own, and was raised alongside the new harlaines as they arrived.
003. despite the taunts and dirty tricks of noble-born squires and the fierce competition of his fellows in the care of house harlaine, or perhaps because of it all, sev pushed himself ever further in pursuit of the knighthood and lordship the ruling lord and lady promised the greatest of their adopted students. which he was, when the day came: grown tall and broad and bold and disciplined, sir sevantir was raised to lordship and sent to the royal court of navarre, another knight worthy of their kingdom. quickly, sev earned admirers, allies, and what he craved most of all: opportunities to prove his worthiness and hone his skills.
004. leaving youthful and domestic pursuits aside, he quested under navarre's colours from the day he turned seventeen. by the time he was twenty-five, his beast-slaying, brigand-hunting, and generally grand knightly reputation won him a coveted advisory position within the court - with all the benefits of such a placement, for himself and house harlaine.
005. wreathed in the laurels of well-won tourneys and the honours of his kingdom, once-orphan sevantir harlaine was a well-known and increasingly attractive prospect for betrothal by his thirtieth birthday. court gossips hissed of a secret lover and scandalous affairs, but few truly believed sir sevantir would stoop to such things. what secrets would a true knight keep from his court?
006. so very many secrets indeed, especially now that he's not a true knight anymore. three years ago, it all came tumbling down when sev was nearly killed by a berserk werewolf. while he managed to slaughter the creature, it got its teeth in him - and to the disgust of his old ruling lord and lady, their once-champion returned bearing all the signs of a burgeoning curse. instead of helping him search for some solution to the bite, they cast him out and stripped him of the lordship they'd given, denounced his knighthood, and denied his time-honoured tie to their family. avoiding the court and towns he'd climbed to, sev has been searching for a cure ever since, clinging to the hope that somehow, he can keep his horrific fall from grace a secret from those that count - and that he can put it all right and reclaim the life he lost.
#connection ideas
#1 - harlaines! give me ALL the harlaines, by-blood and other foundlings like sev. as the golden boy of his batch, he's likely to have plenty of... frenemies, let's say, among this set - especially the firstborn harlaine, who's closest in age to him and stood to lose the most as their father passed them over to favour sev. or were they allies in their drive for more than an old man's attention, bonded knights in an ambrosius and ballister way if you get what I mean... let's plot about it!
#2 - advisee! whether or not they themselves wanted a five star knight on their side, this character got one - a precocious young sev, meant to advise them on some undertaking or other in the royal court of navarre. maybe they came to court petitioning for help handling supernatural incursions or bandits, needed a combat tutor for their children or house guard due to assassination threats, or, or, or - I'm game to discuss!
#3 - courtly connections of all kinds! among the nobles, knights, and royals of navarre, sev was liked by some, envied by others, and coveted for service or betrothal by many. until he disappeared. nobody knows why the seemingly ironclad sir sevantir has been dodging his duties - rumours abounded, at first, then faded as months became three long years of absence. the simplest story was a disagreement that got out of hand with the old ruling lord and lady harlaine, but even that leaves the wonderers with questions. any word of a tall, talented hedge knight performing some noble work or other in the countryside sets tongues wagging; why would a warrior so dedicated, nevermind a raised lord, abandon the duties and splendour he'd earned? do they miss sir sevantir, or did they smirk to hear of his falling out with those harlaines, strange nobles that they are?
#4 - that secret lover, or, if you prefer, a proper betrothal! I can just tweak the bullet points if that's the case. either way, it's all been broken to pieces with no warning, by letter, three years past. they're unlikely to have seen sev since, though the rumours may have given them ideas as to what he's up to... just, more questions than answers. any gender! 34-43. some bias towards other knights, archivists supporting supernatural slayers, or some other "professional" sort of connection...
⊹₊♔₊⊹ ( simon ashley, demi woman, she/they, 29 / 87, witch (grey), asloules 4 ) i just saw luna cyne arriving at the rite! the princess from asloules is said to be associated with black hair always down, even in the heat of summer, a messy room with papers on every surface and a longing gaze outside their window in their tower. well, that makes sense considering they are known to be enchanting but also unnerved. they are feeling reluctant about the rite.
#𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘀
FULL NAME. luna cyne
NICKNAMES. nona
AGE. nine and twenty
GENDER / PRONOUNS. demi woman, she+they
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual
PLACE OF BIRTH. asloules
ZODIAC.
STATUS. single
TITLE / ROLE. princess of asloules
EYE COLOR. brown
HAIR COLOR. black
HEIGHT. 5' 6"
#𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀
001. you don't remember much of your life before being a princess. but you take to being a princess like a moth to the flame. you are very much a girlie girl, your rags transform into only the finest silks and much like a caterpillar the moment the silk touches your skin you are now a beautiful butterfly.
002. you put knowledge above all, you are quick witted, your mind and tongue are the sharpest weapons. much like the scholars around your family, you take to books. by the time you are 18 you've read every book in the library. but then tragedy strikes and the wealth you grew up with dries up.
003. now as a nearly penniless princess, you're back to almost rags but your silk dresses are seasons out of style. what you thought defined you, you break away from. somehow the more simple cotton gowns fit you just as well, but still you are at battle with yourself.
#𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀
ladies in waiting
childhood friends
bad influence
good influence
old flame
⊹₊♔₊⊹ ( davika hoorne, cis woman, she/her, 32 / 320, vampire (mind), dragoș#2 & anurak #3) i just saw dawan dragoș née anurak arriving at the rite! the queen from druccasite is said to be associated with the meticulous detail in intricately patterned lace or the gentle scrawl across pieces of parchment; a knowing glance across a crowded room; love poured into the shadows to warm the dark but for a singular soul; the breaking of day across a frozen land; a perfectly poised protector prepared to guard the way. well, that makes sense considering they are known to be perspicacious but also calculative. she is feeling trepidatious about the rite
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘀
FULL NAME. dawan dragoș nee anurak
NICKNAMES. i dare you to give her one unless you are dru.
AGE. two and thirty
GENDER / PRONOUNS. cis woman, she + her
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual
PLACE OF BIRTH. druccasite
ZODIAC. ??
STATUS. happily married, deeply in love with her husband
TITLE / ROLE. queen of druccasite
EYE COLOR. black
HAIR COLOR. jet black with stands of onyx and raven
HEIGHT. 5' 9"
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀
001. you are born the second child of a proud and noble family of druccasite, heir to nothing, and a woman no less, but no anurak child, born of their blood or adopted, is ever nothing. down the portrait hall, you are led through the keep carved out of a mountainside with the howling winter winds blowing outside, and you are told of your storied history. there would be no time for softness - no sweet and tender love in your life, but from the moment you could walk, they taught you to be a knife. Every lesson given was to raise a general of armies, a delicate assassin, and a powerful force of a female. You realize the portrait hall and its paintings of past anurak ancestors is the level of excellence you must live up to and fight for. There never existed an Anurak who had disappointed them. You would not be the first and hone yourself into a weapon of war and survival for the kingdom of druccasite, and your mind would be the most wonderous thing about you, sharp and full of promise. You were, after all, a quiet thing who spoke so little in those days they believed you mute, but already you were a being who thought before they acted, telling when you had something to say, studied the room, and only struck when necessary. Would it surprise anyone when powers manifest by the way of your mind?
Beautiful as you were growing to be, you, the second child of this current generation, were their warrior; you would rise among the ranks in a king's army with nothing handed to you. You were you, and as hard a protector stood in your elegant refinement and your lacey things, wishing one day to be added to that portrait hall - having proven yourself time and time again to be worthy of your name. There was a secret, though. You were not all knife, you were not just a weapon to be wielded with the meticulous detail put into every aspect of your life. You wanted to be a happy little thing once, loved and told you were delicate - appreciated and worshipped. The girl named for the dawn and daylight, as accustomed to the dark as you were, enjoyed who you could be by the shadows. You dawan would be a blinding light when needed. you would be the break of day and become a general one day as your other siblings would follow the long line of stewards and nobles who served the throne. you would do your house proud. your childhood is not soft, but in the living dark, you would whisper your secrets, tell stories, and hope for the day you might not always have to be the sharpest of knives - a future guardian already guards her magic, does she not? you wish for love but never expect it and do not believe it would exist someday.
002. You believe, like the rest of them, that your land reflects your king, that your king is a reflection of your lands, and that the anurak always kept the crown separate from the throne. they were for druccasite, and they would serve the people over whoever sat on the throne - the wearer of the crown mattered little to them. So you assume your king is brutal and harsh. king Alexandru, the cruel fellow soldiers call him, and other officers and nobles who have nothing better than to gossip about their sovereign. You had never met him despite the movements you made among military colleagues and highborns, or perhaps in hindsight, you miss him with no intention of getting involved in the more significant game of politics. The world was too loud already, and most of the souls in your vicinity, like any druccasitian, were focused on the greater task of survival rather than rubbing elbows with minor gods and kings. You think you have him figured out when you do meet him - when you encounter a king for the first time. Pompous, arrogant, cruel, and brutal-hearted. He is the bitterness in the winds; he is incapable of kindness or friendly feelings because you believed the stories and who was there to tell you otherwise. Dru surprises you and leaves you speechless and breathless all at once. He was none of those things, this man of shadows, and you recognize yourself in him even if he does like flashing that knowing look with a smirk crossing his face rather than enjoying flustering you to no end. Here is an individual because they were kept parts of themselves away from the light and fed into the believed narrative for the sake of others. He enjoys proving others wrong, as you enjoyed it, too.
So it goes this long dance of the two of yours until you realize what the rest of the people around you see after many long nights and interactions. How close had you become to a king, where you realized you looked forward to trips to the capitol and that reports were sent in person and delivered by hand? How close were you that you found your mind reaching out in its power to speak across great expanses of land to whisper good night to him, knowing such a stretch of power drained you entirely at that time? How close were you when you noticed the look you would shoot across a crowded room, ready to steal him away or to aid in his defense? How had you missed the way you craved to be in the same space and what sort of person he'd become to you even when you were adamant you would never be in love to busy for such nonsense? You realize you are in love. You recognize the shadows you used to speak to as a little thing that was replaced with his and how they curled around you to allow you the space to be as you always wished. You crave his touch, feel him near, and exist in his space. He loved you, and you were the sun to him. You love him enough to burn. You love him enough to be soft for him and him alone, and you dream instead of a portrait in your family's hall of being the lady above the hearth in his grand palace - his one and only.
003. you, the creature that swore never to marry, the one who believed love did not exist, were so thoroughly proven wrong, and Dru would enjoy proving you wrong. curled in their embrace, wrapped in his arms, you would allow him to tell you that he told you so. you were married, though, to someone who fought fiercely for his people and for you, and you mirrored him in that respect - a warrior not for the throne, but you would guard his life and his heart because he was yours as you were his. A love match, after all, and you would know the secret that he was more than the folklore suggested. You love him more every day, and you are not just some pretty thing on his arm but also his partner, the other half of his heart. You surprise him, though, that after some time being married and working together to ensure the best possible life for your people, he is to be a father. your boy is born, and he is more than an heir. He is living proof of the love that thunders in you enough that you hope for more, enough that it draws you closer, if even possible.
The rite makes you trepidatious, the student of history that you are and protector of the people that you are, knowing how you have all warred to make a life worth living in your rugged landscape - you would not be here if your husband wasn't here. now you are, and with your precious babe, you work to make it worth the trip - to put aside hesitation and proceed with caution. Dru knows you, and you know your dru that this is not easy, but the both of you have never given up on what is best for your people, and if worse comes to worst, you would remember the woman you were raised to be - ready to fight to protect what you love.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀
family: please please bring me dawan's family - her elder sibling and the younger ones because it would be so interesting to see her interact with siblings now that their parents are gone and what they went through as kids burdened with family legacy born into the family or adopted. i need the sibling feels
rivals: As Dawan never expected to fall in love least of all with her husband there had to have been someone who wanted their child as the next spouse to the sovereign. It could be they were also always pitted against one another growing up and training in their service to the crown. It would be fun to see someone who was against Dawan or has never stopped being against her.
all the things really give me all the things - I'm here to build up this world with you <3
OPEN || a local bakery in navarre near the location of the rite || @ambivalenthqarchives
avira, for all her love of adventure, had not been many places outside of segray. home, as it were, was within the misty peaks and veridian hues, the well traveled roads that lead to her familiar shops. she supposed that, while dreaming away her lessons with her governess, other kingdoms had similar landscapes, she'd never wished to visit them. her adventurous spirit was buoyed by the call of her people--a trait she had learned from her parents and their wise rule.
yet now, the scene was entirely different. navarre was not segray and filled with individuals dissimilar from those she knew well. people are people, of course, but customs and culture are another matter all together. as avira wandered the cobbled streets, she found herself lost in the strange similiarity of her home. a bookseller, a tailor, a cobbler--oh, a bakery! expertly, she slipped herself inside the warm, rosy building and smiled widely at the shopkeep. "oh, I do hope they have apple tarlets. i have been missing a taste of home being so far away," she sighed, speaking to no one in particular as she searched the shelves.
⊹₊♔₊⊹ ( charithra chandran, cis-woman, she/her, 30 ) i just saw avira venkatesan arriving at the rite! the princess from segary is said to be associated with twigs and wildflowers fastened into a tiara, muddy hems of ballroom gowns, a pencil between her lips and her nose in a book, the rapids right before a waterfall and a tempest mightier than a summer thunderstorm. well, that makes sense considering they are known to be optimistic but also stubborn. she is feeling irritated about the rite. written by neeks.
facts & figures
FULL NAME. her royal highness, princess avira (ah-vee-ruh) venkatesan, first of her name, the verdant dawn of segray
NICKNAMES. none
AGE. thirty
GENDER / PRONOUNS. cis-woman, she/her
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. straight
PLACE OF BIRTH. aetheria, segray
STATUS. out for the season, participating in rite (single)
TITLE / ROLE. princess of segray
EYE COLOR. deep brown, like the damp dirt after a storm
HAIR COLOR. obsidian, often framed with deep greens and browns from her time wandering the forest around the castle.
HEIGHT. 5’3
per the royal scrolls
you were a precious child, weren’t you avira? your desire for adventure, for novelty, for adrenaline often found you in situations unbecoming for a future queen. muddy hems, crowns of twigs and daisies, scraped elbows and a disposition to match the wildest winds. your mother and father had a strict hand with your wild spirit, never quite beating you into submission (figuratively, of course--for your parents did love you as best a royal couple could), but always finding ways to temper your ferocity. yet when it was just you in the mountains, your spirit felt as calm as the undisturbed mountain lake in the early morn. the wilderness held a softening, a space for you to be, not do.
not that this affinity for the natural world would distract you from her heart--your people. segray is home to a great nation, diverse in trade and passion, which builds a culture of community. you have always loved learning about your people and your home, haven't you? especially your folklore--how your ancestors lived off this very land you build upon today. learned to harness it's power but never strip it of its self. all things in balance, as the universe expects. never take from malek, never test zihnal. respect your station as protector of your people--of lover of your land.
and yet, the world is not in balance and your people suffer. you suffer. as you grow closer to the day you lead your kingdom rightfully, so too do you grow closer to the day your people's quandaries and terrors overtake your every thought. even now, as the rite begins again, youre tasked with the burden, almost to great to bear: to step away from your wilderness spirit and find your place within the hierarchy of the social nature. you find it ironic, how deeply you believe in your lands healing process that now, you must hope that a union of lands bring your people out of such loss and suffering.
the dance card
childhood friends
adversaries
romantic connections (could be related to courting or secret redezvous)
advisors
staff relationships
tutors
any ideas not on this list!
the princess stood in horror as the figure disappeared. her hands reaching out to grab at the closest person to her, her fingers icy and her chest trying to get air in and out of her chest. "w-what was that?" she finally gasped, when air was able to move through her body, her fingers still grasping the other to keeping her on her feet.
⊹₊♔₊⊹ ( lucien laviscount, cis man, he/him, 35 / 350, vampire (blood) ) i just saw casteel whitethorne arriving at the rite! the advisor from vulon is said to be associated with the quiet of the world just as sun behind to creep over the horizon, the blackest of inks for letters and a shadow of clouds right before it storms. well, that makes sense considering they are known to be quick witted but also calculating. he is feeling amused about the rite. orina's advisor wc
#𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘀
FULL NAME. casteel whitethorne
NICKNAMES. cas
AGE. five and thirty
GENDER / PRONOUNS. cis man, he+him
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. heterosexual
PLACE OF BIRTH. vulon
ZODIAC.
STATUS. betrothed
TITLE / ROLE. advisor to the queen of vulon
EYE COLOR. dark brown
HAIR COLOR. black
HEIGHT. 6' 1"
#𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘀
001. your life has always been tied to vulon. you are a creature of habit, and leaving the lands of your family, never once crossed your mind, even all these years later. your place is with them, and it always shall be. you are an only child, and perhaps it was because of the lack of socialization that even now you seem to keep to yourself but you love the idea of the better good for the country you love so dearly. and while you are truly an introvert, you play the part of extrovert well.
002. there is little to say of your parents, a normal, or typical, family of working class vampires. sadly they both got sick and passed. to this day you still are processing their death. but for them you go to court, while your title might be a small one, its one that's enough to get you through the door.
003. now you work closely with the queen, and its something you will always cherish, this is your greatest accomplishment. and one you tend to have for centuries to come.
#𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀
betrothed: ( romantic ) casteel whitethorne our lucien laviscount is currently looking for their betrothal/arranged marriage at the rite. they're said have a striking resemblance to hazal filiz küçükköse, jodie turner-smith, kim sun hee,angela sarafyan, beren saat, gemma chan, golshifteh farahani, ask mun and are within the ages of 30 - 40. you can but do not need to contact zero ( the main/ambiiva1ence ) before applying. [i picture the vibe here much like mia and nicholas in the princess diaries 2. perhaps she's a princess and doesn't want to marry someone below her station, or something else but i am very much thinking enemies to lovers!! ]
ride or die: someone cas used to climb trees with, and now are still close as ever, even all these years later.
fellow nobility: i am open to anything and everything !
i just saw eric fawase arriving at the rite ! the advisor from khahan is said to be associated with a predator in a world of prey, the bite of a snake with no charmer, feelings of superiority. well, that makes sense considering they are known to be adaptable but also manipulative. he is feeling annoyed about the rite.
✱ LAYER ONE … the basics.
full name: eric fawase
preferred name : eric
date of birth + age : august 10th, 34 physically but 102
place of birth: the kingdom of navarre
gender + pronouns : cis man, he + him
orientation : panromantic, pansexual
spoken languages : the common tongue of arda, khahan
status : advisor to the rules of khahan
allegiance: khahan
species : witch ( black magic with a snake familiar named phobos )
✱ LAYER TWO … the connections.
parents : cyril fawase, andrina fawase
siblings : syerra fawase, adrian fawase
children : none.
pets : none.
✱ LAYER THREE … the appearance.
faceclaim : jacob anderson
hair color + frequent style : natural black, 3c often shaved
eye color : hazel, often looks green in the light
height : six feet even
scars : none.
tattoos: none.
piercings : none.
notable features : piercing eyes.
✱ LAYER FOUR … the observations.
handedness : right handed
sociability: introvert, but will put on a façade
emotional control : high, slow to anger
drug usage : none.
alcohol usage : socially, prefer beer
phobias : losing his familiar
voice / accent : deep, comes across as haughty
✱ LAYER FIVE … the tidbits.
you were told you clawed your way into the world with barely a muffled cry. easy to overlook as you grew into childhood and all too happy to reside in the shadows that touched any sunlit path that your siblings touched. you weren't afforded the luxuries of aristocracy, but a good enough life and childhood that came with your mother being a seamstress and your father ... it was known in the family not to speak of him. the secrets he held touched your family in a devastation that left you a sole survivor, saved by the very thing that made you forgotten. you learned early to pull the broken pieces of your life together and make something of yourself, going from beggar to chamber maid to an asset. one the previous spy master took notice of to hone, making your unnoted presence into a weapon.
your biggest asset is your mind ; sharp as knives. you know what you want and what you must do to get it, all too happy for rumors to abound and used to your advantage. you don't shy away from the games that need to be played nor look as though you're the villain ― after all, are you not going to be the villain in someone's story regardless ?
✱ LAYER SIX … the wanted connections.
others from khahan, spies that he's struck up relations with, potential alliances, former lovers, etc.
i just saw sapphira rajawat arriving at the rite ! the princess from pumuvell is said to be associated with fruit and paint stained fingertips, gold threaded accessories giving the appearance of shimmering, soft perfume lingering in the pages of letters. well, that makes sense considering they are known to be graceful but also haughty. she is feeling excited about the rite.
✱ LAYER ONE … the basics.
full name : sapphira rajawat
preferred name : saph, phira
date of birth + age : january 15th, 31
place of birth: the kingdom of segary, adopted into the rajawats
gender + pronouns : cis woman, she + her
orientation : biromantic, bisexual
spoken languages : common tongue of arda, the various other kingdoms
status : princess of pumuvell
allegiance : pumuvell, potential for others
species : human
✱ LAYER TWO … the connections.
parents : tbd
siblings : lakshmi, tbd.
children : tbd
pets : all black, sleek cat that shadows her moves
✱ LAYER T HREE … the appearance.
faceclaim : greta onieogou
hair color + frequent style : natural black with gold steaks, 4b curly in waves down her back
eye color : honey brown
height : five feet, four inches
scars : none.
tattoos: many temporary, gold tattoos traced on with mixed skin safe paints
piercings : double pierced ears
notable features : long curly hair with gold threaded through
✱ LAYER FOUR … the observations.
handedness : ambidextrous
sociability: extrovert, but also has the ability to be subdued and match the energy of the room around her
emotional control : moderate, irritable when challenged
drug usage : none.
alcohol usage : white wines and fruit indulged in daily
phobias : snakes
voice / accent : commanding, though unintentional
✱ LAYER FIVE … the tidbits.
you only wished for a life of soft indulgences and happiness. your position in the line of siblings, you expected it, even. the fourth child with little to no responsibilities that came and went as they pleased, more entranced by the court entertainers and arts than any lessons in politics or otherwise could offer you. your dreams were always full of milky way and adventures you were content to seek in the written word and art rather than leave the icy wonderland you called home. your family always radiated a warmth that had little to do with the weather, but you've reached an age and independent wealth comingled with your family's where your position is one that can be used to sway the rite.
✱ LAYER SIX … the wanted connections.
ladies in waiting, scholars in the court, court entertainers, friends, potential arranged marriage, etc.
i just saw auryn de salazar arriving at the rite ! the liege from raelan is said to be associated with fanning embers to see if a flame sparks, temptations of indulging curiosities, restlessness leading to a variety of foolish endeavors. well, that makes sense considering they are known to be adventurous but also impulsive. they are feeling indifferent about the rite.
✱ LAYER ONE … the basics.
full name : auryn maria de salazar
preferred name : aura
date of birth + age : april 13th, 28 in appearance but 78
place of birth: the kingdom of raelan
gender + pronouns : demi woman, she + they
orientation : panromantic, pansexual
spoken languages : common tongue of navarre, common tongue of raelan
status : liege of raelan
allegiance : the de salazar family
species : werewolf
faceclaim : khadijha red thunder
hair color + frequent style : natural brown, 3b curly often in unruly waves
eye color : light brown, changes in the sunlight
height : five feet, nine inches
scars : many from shifting and random adventures but none notable
tattoos: many with no cohesive pieces
piercings : triple pierced
notable features : full lips, doe eyes
✱ LAYER FOUR … the observations.
handedness : left handed
sociability: extrovert, and the type to take an introvert under their wing and never let them go
emotional control : low, prone to impulsivity and irritability
drug usage : often
alcohol usage : often
phobias : none
voice / accent : deep, husky
✱ LAYER FIVE … the tidbits.
you never had to be anything more than the spare, and that you were. there was no need to be immersed in the politics of the kingdom any more than what your parents and eldest sibling required of you. it was clear from a young age that your went to the beat of your own drum and there was little that could keep your attention. as a princess you were afforded many opportunities to try different things, and yet, nothing ever stuck. your chaotic nature made you almost impossible to be taught, thinking ahead to the next subject or next big idea before learning the basics. what you knew and stuck to was to not do anything that could compromise the rest of court ; the one rule you follow faithfully.
✱ LAYER SIX … the wanted connections.
former hook ups, ladies in waiting, nobility of raelan, friends, acquaintances, new alliances, etc.
i just saw orina vasys arriving at the rite ! the queen from vulon is said to be associated with an embrace that warms you through, an everlasting well of patience and grace, a figure soft as feathers poised for the kill. well, that makes sense considering they are known to be temperate but also gullible. she is feeling conflicted about the rite.
✱ LAYER ONE … the basics.
full name : orina vasys
preferred name : rina, ori to her family
date of birth + age : feburary 28th, 40 in appearance but 400
place of birth: the kingdom of vulon
gender + pronouns : cis woman, she + her
orientation : biromantic, bisexual
spoken languages : the common tongue of navarre
status : the queen of vulon
allegiance : vulon, vampires secondarily
species : vampire ( blood manipulation )
✱ LAYER TWO … the connections.
parents : tbd
siblings : prince amos, tbd.
children : tbd
pets : none.
✱ LAYER THREE … the appearance.
faceclaim : gugu mbatha raw
hair color + frequent style : natural black, 3c often in a elegantly coifed bun
eye color : dark brown, whiskey colored
height : five feet, six inches
scars : none.
tattoos: one on the side of her neck
piercings : double pierced ears, helix, conch
notable features : large eyes, dimples
✱ LAYER FOUR … the observations.
handedness : right handed
sociability: ambivert, enjoys drawing energy from other people yet also likes to be alone to process and recuperate
emotional control : high, prone to bouts of melancholy
drug usage : none.
alcohol usage : socially, a glass of red wine
phobias : frogs
voice / accent : light, airy but with a deep pitch
✱ LAYER FIVE … the tidbits.
you were placed onto the highest of pedestals at your birth - an unfortunate happenstance that comes with being the firstborn. you knew duty before anything else ; studies focused on diplomacy and the subtle manipulations that come with politics. you tried not to falter under the weight of the crown, though your girlhood dreams were to vanish into the shadows for a life that offered more than appearances and being a constant force of nature meant to keep your people well kept and, well, hidden.
your marriage was one of circumstance ; where you never expected for love to grow. even still as your paths orbit and you learn each other, there's a mistrust that you can't manage to shake despite your best attempts to lower your walls and allow someone in. the rite offers you a chance to thrust vulon into the light but you're unsure that you're ready for it.
O1. orina is very purposeful in the information that she gives people in her inner circle. she doesn't like to offer her thoughts unless she's done a good amount of research on the topic and has a, seemingly, unbiased opinion.
O2. she's known for being a ruler that's ambivalent with the ability to listen to complaints and problem solve. very few people have seen her lose her temper, and those situations have more to do with a perceived slight against loved ones rather than herself.
✱ LAYER SIX … the wanted connections.
her spouse, spies that she's picked for the court to keep her aware of the gossip going on ( a head spymaster ), ladies in waiting, scholars, etc.
⊹₊♔₊⊹ ( Ismael Cruz Córdova, male, he/him, 39 / 117, werewolf, vilkas 2 ) i just saw Orsino Vilkas arriving at the rite! the king from graethia is said to be associated with Laughter, loud and echoing through the corridors of a castle, the racing of ones heart after a long run, the crashing of waves against a beach. well, that makes sense considering they are known to be boisterous but also calculating is feeling amused about the rite.
#the stats
FULL NAME. Orsino Vilkas
NICKNAMES. None
AGE. 39/117
GENDER / PRONOUNS. Male | He/Him
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pansexual
PLACE OF BIRTH. Graethia
ZODIAC. Leo
SPECIES. Werewolf
STATUS. Married
TITLE / ROLE. King
EYE COLOR. Hazel
HAIR COLOR. Black
#bullet points
001.
You are born on the southern coasts of Graethia, the youngest child of a large family with only the most tenous claims to nobility. In a bustling household, it is no surprise that you learned to thrive in chaos, more than happy to be the center of attention or the center of an argument among your siblings. Being last in line to little inheritance, you were often left with little oversight, roaming the beaches and forests near your families home.
002.
Upon the untimely death of your family's patriarch, you were packed off to the capital and the less than warm embrace of your maternal grandparents home. It was decided that you had been left to seed far too long and you were pressed into training as a scholar. After years spent doing as you liked this went over poorly, finding you rubbing elbows with merchants and courtiers and attending temple rituals and guard trainings nearly as often as your own classes.
003.
Age and the responsibility of a royal spouse have only served to make you more self assured, decisive and quick to act in the face of a challenge. Amusingly, time has turned you back to the texts you once eschewed, your private moments often finding you in a historical text or play.
#connection ideas
School Training Rival
Other royal spouses
Newfound BFF/Partner in crime
The cold grass prickled Cair’s bare skin as they sat cross-legged on the ground, their skirt flowing around them. For a moment, it almost felt as if this was the kind of place they belonged in, surrounded by roses and sunshine, not ritualistic darkness. Around them sat a mob of children; some were busy fawning over Rua, the fox whose fur was as white as the mountaintop of their home, who was practically preening at the attention she was getting. The rest of the children stared at the witch with eyes as round as bowls. ‘Do it again,' one of them called from the crowd, and with the corners of their lips curled in a crooked grin, they picked up another rose, and with a whisper, the colour of the petals changed from red to blue. The cheering was almost deafening. That was a cheap parlor trick. Rua’s voice echoed in their mind. Cairbre bit back a growl, but before they could say anything, the children scattered away at the sound of approaching footsteps. ‘You didn't think that was a cheap parlor trick, right?’
i just saw ryu taeha arriving at the rite! the lady from navarre is said to be associated with ink-stained fingers, notes in unintelligible shorthand tacked to walls, taper candles burning in elaborate candelabra. well, that makes sense considering they are known to be discreet but also deceitful. she is feeling uneasy about the rite.
# the stats
full name ⸻ ryu taeha
age ⸻ 26 / 78
gender / pronouns ⸻ cis woman, she / her
sexual orientation ⸻ asexual
place of birth ⸻ kingdom of navarre
zodiac ⸻ capricorn
species ⸻ vampire-witch hybrid
ability ⸻ grey magic; spell-casting
familiar ⸻ red fox
status ⸻ single
title ⸻ lady of house ryu, the witch of the oak forest
eye color ⸻ brown
hair color ⸻ black
height ⸻ 167cm / 5' 6''
face claim ⸻ kim yoo jung
# bullet points
taeha didn’t have a favorable opinion on the ruler of navarre, his family or her siblings, early in her life. her father had isolated her and fed her ample amount of lies in order to gain control over her. she believed he alone loved and cared for her – he could never lie, never deceive her.
her power manifested. she fell in love with the craft, in creation rather than destruction, in knowledge. her father allowed her to have a friend, then killed him and blamed taeha’s eldest sibling who had become too great of an obstacle for him.
in a perfect world, one of his design, taeha killed her sibling out of revenge. the path to usurp the throne cleared, he reigned over navarre for eternity. but for all his calculation and schemes, he had not anticipated taeha to be so soft, so gentle that she could not take a single life – a greater disappointment than his other two children who had refused to stand by his side.
taeha did not kill her sibling – couldn’t, even when the opportunity presented itself. instead, the two talked which they hadn’t done in years.
she went to her father, to have him dismiss her doubts. instead a small army faced her. if she could not, out of her own will, kill then her father had decided to force the choice upon her. he had no need of a saint. for the first time in her life taeha truly saw her father. confused, betrayed and hurt, and mercilessly attacked, she unleashed something horrid.
her father is presumed dead – taeha left no body behind. she disappeared too, for a time. though they searched, her siblings could not find her. when she returned, she stated her decision to travel the continent and learn magic, to connect to a side of her lost because of the greed of their father.
fifteen years she traveled – met many and different people, learned powerful and ordinary magic alike. when she returned, she settled in a cottage in an oak forest near navarre’s border, where she has been living for twenty years.
the villagers call her the witch of the forest. they refuse to speak of her, falsely giving the impression that they are terrified to utter her name when, in fact, they’re trying to protect her. she’s been of great help to them, and other villages nearby. the villagers’ children love her – they visit her cottage more often than she’d like, or follow her around the forest and consequently learn a lot about wildlife and how to preserve it.
taeha returns to the capital, to the political scene albeit apprehensively, whenever her family requires her presence, to show unity and help her house and the royal family.
# connection
savior ⸻ they found her in the worst time of her life, a shell of herself, barely uttering a word. they gave her shelter, took care for a time, and helped her return to herself.
companion ⸻ they have been by her side since she decided to travel the continent, or from sometime earlier. they know it’s hard for taeha to take a life so, when necessary, they do it for her. they are her anchor.
coven, of sort ⸻ witches she befriended on her travels who have become like family to her; the first who shared their knowledge and taught her the magic they know.
those she has helped when in a bind, those who believe her at fault for something and have it out for her, etc.
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