—(••÷ [ JODIE COMER , CIS FEMALE , SHE/HER ] in the darkness you arrive , it seems NEVESTRA MALARIC has emerged from malriths embrace. the LADY OF DRAEGOR, brings with them such passion in their wake and they are known for being KIND but also TEMPERAMENTAL. the bloodmoon shines when the THIRTY ONE year old joins the war. what songs would be sung in their name ? [ BLACK WALTZ + BLUE GILLESPIE ] for in the decades to come they will speak of : onyx black eyes trained skyward to watch the titans take flight, lily white and long fingered hands blotched with ink from hours spent writing by candlelight, a smile that's all teeth paired with a hug so tight that bones bend underneath . may your journey bring fruit , welcome to nocturnia forgotten one.
NAME: Nevestra Malaric
TITLE: Lady of Draegor
NICKNAME: Ness, Neve, Nevie (mostly by her family)
AGE: 31
HEIGHT: 5ft 10
EYE COLOUR: Black
HAIR COLOUR: Blonde
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER: Cis Female
OCCUPATION: Lady of Draegor, writer
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
FAMILY: Vaelor (Elder brother), Ivar (Younger brother, deceased)
PERSONALITY: + Kind, Creative, Loyal - Temperamental, wilful, Aloof
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good
MBTI: ESFJ
STAR SIGN: Cancer
TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic
SIN: Envy
GREEK GOD: Prometheus ‘The God of Intellect, forethought and counsel’
Biography
Born the only girl to Lord and Lady Malaric, Nevestra was a kind but wilful child who was equally enamoured with sewing and dancing as she was training with practice swords and hawking from the back of a mountain bred pony.
Growing up, what time Nevestra was not spending in the strict tutelage of her mother, was spent trailing after her brother. He was the one who procured her first pony and taught her that the best place to stick a man was between the ribs. The birth of their brother Ivar rounded of the 2 into a perfect set of 3, and while they sometimes fought like cat and dog, the siblings were very rarely seen without one or the other.
Nevestra bares a great love for reading and writing, and would often spend hours at night writing short stories or poems by candle light, a hobby she continues to partake in well into adulthood. She had countless leather folders full of clipped together parchment and loose sheets full of ramblings, and her most beloved piece is an almost 200 page strong semi-novel about a grand family of dragonriders.
Ivar's death was a soul destroying thing. They had gone from 3 to 2 so suddenly it was hard to comprehend. Nevestra would sit with their mother and try not to worry about the way her father and brother shuttered closed like a jail cell door. Ivar was their brother, is their brother, and even now, after all this time, he is in her peripheral always, a grey haunting ghost that she misses so terribly it makes her ache
Nevestra mediates, it's what she's done for years. The bridge between parent and parent, and child and child. She was born in the middle and in the middle, she stays. Her loyalty is a steadfast thing, like the mountain she was raised on, it is unwavering. Her family means everything to her, and her brother is all she has left now. He has her unwavering support, even if there are somethings that he does that she disagrees with.
