━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ this is queso, bringing you miss caedes nex. her name, like herself, is murder. death. it's cheesy and she's such an absolute drama/theater nerd in another life but that's just her. most importantly she's your resident tranquil muse with no feelings or connection to the weave. she can no longer dream, is no longer a person, and though she can't be angry due to the rite of tranquility she does have a lot of time to figure out about things that interest her and her way back to magic, specifically blood magic. under the cut will be a bit about her personality. heart this sucker if you want me in your dms. drop an emoji if you just want a random starter??!!
was supposed to keep her magic a secret but was just a little kid and was trying to do the right thing.
the town guard stormed her house in the middle of the night and wanted to take her for execution but her parents and sister refused and lost their lives for it.
the emotional pain caused her magic to become chaotic and kill those guards and she knew she had to run.
she had been on the run since then trying her best to just survive off the pity of strangers and pure rage and spite. this rage and spite and hatred/fear of humans would ultimately always end up causing trouble and she'd have to escape to the next place.
this and a trial of bodies eventually caught up to her and even a cat only has so many lives.
through clemency and mercy she was granted the rite of tranquility over death as it was decided it was her parent's wrong for not having her trained or sent away to be with her kind and, once tranquil. she'd no longer be a threat.
this has made her a hollow shell and she doesn't try to hide it or placate others by masking the hollowness.
she's "happily" quite acerbic, unkind, compulsive, domineering, stubborn, but also quite logical, intelligent, and fair.
it's not her fault she's this way and she can't really feel any sympathy or guilt about it but even if she could, she probably wouldn't. she's become quite selfish, isolated, and uninterested in the world around her unless it furthers her goals.
i can't say she's gonna be a great character in terms of friendships with muses but maybe you have a muse that "gets it" and how she could feel and tolerates her?? i think that's the closest someone could ever be to her AT THE MOMENT.
BUT there's tons of fun coming up and so much potential that'll be a blast.
i have no triggers and LOVE angst.
we can also have past relationships where if your muse was old enough they could've known her before she became tranquil and has a fondness left over for that??
please hate her. we love a good enemy plot!!
i have discord.
just please write with me!! i want to love your muses and write with you all!!!
gossip often did little for the raven haired tranquil. it was often so shallow and pedantic but if one always had an ear open eventually they'd hear a secret or bit of advantageous information that could be used to one's advantage. a little bird had mentioned a sorcerer that seemed incredibly powerful, with a connection to a god that she wasn't quite as familiar with as she wanted to be. a sun god sounded preposterous and made little sense to her mind but if it was something that would allow her connection to magic back, she would go along with whatever was asked.
being tranquil had taken everything from her at such a young age. if any feeling could be left in the husk that she had become it would be a burning rage, so intense and hot that it would consume her whole with no outlet. sadness would accompany the rage but the rage would be so much more tempting, so much more powerful to wield. she wished she could feel that rage, use that rage to motivate herself and claim revenge and lay devastation to those who had done this to her, to her family. but she had nothing. no rage to keep her warm or fueled to continue on. instead she was filled with an icy emptiness that could likely be felt by anyone with the slightest connection to magic.
she wasn't sure who she was looking for-- not exactly, just a new face that she hadn't committed to memory in the last eighteen years. she had to inquire about this 'sun sorcerer' more than she'd care to admit and the interactions were wearing thin on her. she couldn't feel annoyance, not like those around her, but she was close to giving up and hoping fortune would smile on her at some point. or that would've been the plan if she wasn't so stubborn and set in her ways. she needed answers and the sooner, the better in her mind.
a sigh escaped her lips as she tried the latest information she had been given. an older woman, hunched over and using a walking stick, had sworn she saw sorcerer head into the white knight apothecary. squaring her shoulders, she tried her best to put on a placid smile, one she had seen other tranquils wear to put those around them at ease, one she had never practiced herself and likely looked off-putting and uncanny on her lips.
spotting a figure in unfamiliar garb she realized she likely had accomplished her goal. now it was time to put on a show and try her best to make her way onto his good side. "excuse me?" she tapped his shoulder lightly, not quite cognizant or caring of personal space. without waiting for an answer she launched into her barrage of questions. "are you the celestial sorcerer people have spoken about? the one who worships the sun god? do you really worship him?"
amber eyes scanned the room around her with little interest. not that she was particularly capable of actual interest but even if she had been, she was on hour five of her shift at the yeonghae public library and even less had happened than usual. nothing new had come in from the docks to be poured over and catalogued. no one had come in and create a commotion she needed to silence. if an older woman hadn't been in as soon as the library opened she would've swore the place was closed. it was a ghost town.
it had only been a minute, she swore it was the briefest of moments she had closed her eyes and would've told anyone asking the same but the truth was she wasn't sure how long she had nodded off but once she heard the bell announcing the arrival of a patron, she was shaken from her light sleep. from her position behind the counter she simply did what she had always done best-- watch from afar.
the young woman seemed unsure of if she was in the right place or if she was allowed in the building. something had her seemingly off kilter and the reason mattered very little to caedes. in fact, the reason meant nothing to caedes unless it caused trouble for the tranquil mage. if she had nothing to inquire and no issue to cause, the two would likely go the entire portion of their meeting without interacting.
pretending to be busy, hoping the woman could help herself or see the entire engagement pointless, caedes pulled a large leatherbound book from a stack she kept next to her station. it wasn't filled with anything of real interest, especially since she had practically memorized the text by now, but anything to avoid the potential to be social was suddenly incredibly interesting. her eyes stayed trained on the draconic text, even once she became clearly aware of the presence hovering to her immediate left. 'what could she possibly want?' the thought was combined with a self contained eyeroll as her gaze raised to make contact with another pair of eyes.
"what do you need?" the question was less one that someone with a customer facing job would ask and was more a demand, the tone devoid of warmth she no longer had.
