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SCARRED / SCARED / SACRED pietra cashore. phlegethon. of the crew atlantis.

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jasonxjude :

            “Never thought I’d see this place so quiet ‘n deserted, but here I am.” Casual eyes flickered towards the by fire blackened, once great Lion’s Keep a little distance away from him. “Must’ve missed far more than I thought, bein’ away for a while.”

“Old king’s dead. New one’s gone. Pirates invaded the dungeons. Wild men and wild women burned the place down. You missed a shit storm, is what you did. Be grateful for it.” It was done --- their work, their failure, their future. These people could continue to cry about it, or if they were smart, they’d pack their bags and never think of it again. She knew he would not; his scent, the smell of hero, was all around him. “I suggest you keep walkin’. Even the damn ale’s not good enough to stick around for.” 

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enyoxelise :

               In tune with war. Elise found herself repeating those words in her head. There were days where she felt almost as if she was war itself, an endless battle inside herself between moral and emotions, between duty and her wishes for herself. She wrapped her fingers around the drink and lifted it, regarding her companion over the rim as she downed a few gulps. The stuff they served here was weak, compared to the North, where the burn of alcohol served as a barrier between the cold of ever-lasting winter and the body ( and for some, the mind ). “I see no reason to insult—so far,” she said, placing the mug down on the table. “You are not from here,” she observed. Was it the lilt in the woman’s voice, or the scent of sea, salty and free, lingering around her like an aura?

“Ah, don’t worry ‘bout that. You’ll find somethin’ soon enough, I’m sure.” Wiping the back of her hand against her mouth, she titled her stool precariously backward. Giving away too much information ( any information ) about herself was always a tricky game. She glanced the woman over once more, leaning close as she lowered her voice in a false secret. “There you’re wrong. I’m a pureblood, Keep-loving, Vitello-fuckin’ Westedell native. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, what brings you to my shitty city, Northern girl?” 

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enyoxelise :

            Elise had expected to be spending a fairly quiet evening at the pub ( as far as that was possible in a place like this ), but one look at the rough woman, covered in tattoos, told her that quiet was the last thing she’d be dealing with, tonight. At least she was getting a free drink, that was something. As she waited for the drinks to arrive, Elise regarded the woman with a slightly tilted head. The words had her smile and lift a brow. “Why, want to test it?” Her smile said she could have them all on their knees if she really wanted to, despite her healing injury—she wouldn’t even need a weapon. Her father had been a good teacher, and she’d been an excellent student. “Am I allowed to judge you, too?”

“Oi, don’t be temptin’ me. Nothin’ I love more than a woman whose so, ah, in tune with war.” Grinning at her own private joke, Pietra plucked up her pint the instant the bartender placed one in front of her and her new companion. “Judge away, Northerner. I’ll tell you it’s wrong, whatever you’re about to say. I’ll also tell you I reserve the right to tell you to piss off if it’s insultin’.” 

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Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls, Thunder in their hearts, and chaos in their bones.

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hamish-vitello :

His face crumpled. When Antony had been pulled past his cell by the guards, Hamish had known what would come to pass, had known there was no happy ending possible for any of them, whether his brother or Alycia or Mother or even himself. He had known. But to hear it spelled out so plainly made it more painfully real than anything else could have. “Thank- thank you for telling me,” he said dully, surreptitiously trying to wipe his eyes. He would not weep in front of a stranger. He would not.

The punch against his arm was oddly affectionate, the kind of careful punch Antony might once have given him to tease. It was… inexplicably comforting, as much as it was annoying. His eyes flicked up at her face. Distantly, he noted that she looked like a lady pirate from a bawdy song, short-haired and covered by ink like a man; he had never seen a woman like her before.

“There was no courage involved in my survival. Just… luck,” he said bitterly. If one could call it luck, surviving when better people had not. Hamish swallowed, remembered once again the haggard look on Antony’s face as he was led away. He always used to think of Antony as the bravest man he knew, a hero whenever Hamish was not. And yet, at the end, his brother had been scared too. He took a shaky breath. “Who- who are you anyway?”

“Don’t thank me. Just doin’ my job here, which is to look out for you. That’s it --- just my job.” She glanced toward the exit, wondering if it would be too soon to bid the little man goodbye. If it was her in mourning, she would want to be left utterly alone. “Now that depends on who you ask, but my name here’s Pietra. You... You remember anything? Any other names?” 

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apreludetotragedy : 

“Huh, me?” He looked around. He was the only one facing the woman while everyone else minded their own business. She looked frightening, but the marks on her skin had caught his attention, and curiosity made him take the sit. “In all my travels, I’d never seen anything like those,” he confessed, glancing at the marks on her neck before letting out an anxious chuckle. “’t must’ve hurt.” 

“Who the fuck else am I talkin’ to? You’re at least a foot taller than me --- not too often I’m in awe of a man, but you sure have done it.” When he pointed out her tattoos, she could only roll her eyes and take another drink. For someone so overwhelmingly tall, his voice was far softer than she would have thought. “You can’t have traveled very far then. Aye, it hurt, but after the first few, I started likin’ it. Cravin’ it, you know. There’s something about it. You ever get one?” 

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enyoxelise :

             Life was particularly… Empty, with the lack of guard tasks Elise now had, being here instead of in the North. It wouldn’t be long now, she knew, until they would all go back and she could resume her usual duties as protector of the Vanguard and the family that ruled it. But for now, she had little else to do than roam the city, which she’d thought would be awfully abandoned with all that has been going down—but it turned out that the pubs were still regularly frequented. Elise wasn’t a heavy drinker, but after regarding a couple of merry sailors exciting a particular tavern, she decided one drink wouldn’t be so bad. 

            As soon as she stepped into the doorway, however, her attention was caught by a woman, just some tables away from the door. Her words were half drowned out by the drunken noise but she understood enough to get that the woman wanted her to come over. Might as well, Elise thought, and she made her way over and lowered herself onto the chair, carefully adjusting the sword on her belt so she wouldn’t be poked in the side as she sat. “You must be awfully good at judging people by their appearance to make such a statement,” she remarked, her Northern accent slipping through as an amused smile tugged on her lips. “I could do with a pint, myself.”

“Oh, I’d like to make a fair amount of judgments about you. Come on --- I’ll buy you a pint myself. Won a bunch o’ money bettin’ against some ass earlier tonight, and I’ve been wantin’ to spend it.” It was rare to meet someone from the North, and by the other woman’s accent and attire, it was clear that was where she was from. All the better for Pietra. With a grin at the bartender, she ordered another round for them both. “Alright, my first judgment: you could beat anyone’s ass in here.” 

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assassinayesha :

       It had rained last night, the kind of rain that made it hard to see, hear, or even think. The kind of rain that could drown you if you let it, that washed away sins and repented sinners. The fire of the Keep would be out now for sure, no longer would the smoke rise signalling the end of the Vitello’s reign. 

        The forest floor was damp and wet twigs snapped thickly under the steps of her horse. Tulca and her had had to set up camp in the trees last night, and the rain had been unmerciful in soaking everything she had in her kit. Needless to say, she awoke this morning shivering and her body burning a mad fever. She was used to being soaking cold, feverish, teeth clattering, and stomach empty. But she wasn’t used to the emptiness in her chest, the kind that stemmed from leaving something too soon, unfinished. Subconsciously, she trailed the bandage around her abdomen, soaked red with blood.  The cold had made it numb, and for that Ayesha was grateful, she wasn’t sure how she’d be able to ride the distance she needed to ride today with the jarring pain it caused. She needed to change the bandage though, and wash the wound again. Soon, soon she would get the help she needed. From someone she trusted, she just needed to get there first. 

        She ran into the stream an hour later, could hear it from off the path and was thankful the rain no longer made it hard to hear. Gritting her teeth, she got off her horse and limped to the edge of the river. The wet clothes were a relief to take off and Ayesha laid everything out so that maybe it could dry a bit and so maybe putting them on wouldn’t cause her to hiss painfully. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to it, but boy was it ever a fucking bitch to deal with when wounded. 

        Slowly she slipped into the river, barely managing to muffle a painful groan, her toes curling out in pain as the current rubbed the open wound of her stomach. Her breathing was laboured and Ayesha forced herself under water (which was warmer than how she had felt) before resurfacing and letting out a breath. The girl gritted her teeth and slowly wiped away the thick wet blood on her stomach, mesmerized by the redness that stained the water from her still bleeding wound. Fuck. The feverish beating of her heart drowned out the rest of the noise and Ayesha barely heard the person sneaking up on her. 

The river was perhaps the most peaceful place Pietra had found --- and, for that reason, she hated it. Rivers should be angry, fueled by current and spirits. Instead, it offered serenity, and when she walked along the edge of it, it offered another woman as well. “What’s this? You one of those fuckin’ wild women?” Not trying to keep herself hidden, she rose a brow and looked the woman over. “Not too often I see a lady from the city bathin’ and bleedin’ in a creek.” 

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hamish-vitello :

I’m sorry. “Antony!” he screamed as his hands uselessly clenched around the iron bars. “Antony!” I’m sorry. In this too, he was powerless. “Antony!” he screamed as he watched them drag his brother past. I’m sorry. “Antony!” he screamed as his brother fought to turn, face pale and eyes scared, and opened his mouth-

Hamish’s eyes slowly blinked open. Tears clung to his lashes. His hands were fisted in the sheets, his hair flattened against his forehead with the sweat of a broken fever. “Antony,” he whispered in a hoarse, nearly inaudible murmur. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, brother. “Where’s Antony?”

“Dead. You’ll hear it a dozen times, so you best start believin’ it, little lord.” Pietra never liked it when people cried around her. It made her uncomfortable --- more uncomfortable when she couldn’t very well tell him to get over it. She cleared her throat, trying to think of what Rafaela would say in this situation. ( Something far wiser than whatever shit was about to leave Pietra’s mouth, no doubt. ) She gently punched his arm in as an affectionate manner as possible. “You’re alive though, eh? FIghtin’ through all the shitty times takes real courage, so there’s somethin’. I’d suggest forgettin’ the past, and keep your eyes on the future.” 

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“Aye, I understand what you’re sayin’. Can’t say how much I care about it though.” If the other was searching out advice, they’d have better luck finding it on the streets --- not in a crowded pub, one pint in already. Pietra plucked up the other’s drink ( it was a slim price to pay for having to listen to them ) and turned to the newcomer that had just entered. “Oi, you! You look about a hundred times more interestin’ than this piece of shit. Take a seat next to me.” Without waiting for an answer, she shoved the first individual from their stool and waved to the now-vacant spot.  

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therealm-rpg :

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Pietra Cashore Heritage: Daughter of Austen and Kallie Cashore  Past Self: Phlegethon 

Age: 30 Position: Boatswain of the Atlantis House: Flowers Alliance: Olympian*

This character is portrayed by JAIMIE ALEXANDER and is currently TAKEN.

BIOGRAPHY

Phlegethon was a river known for its flames. Some said it came alive, fire mixed with blood to boil the souls who ended up there. Few knew the river was more than that – that, in all its quiet glory, it twisted around the underworld in efforts to protect it from the realms outside. Revolution found them all nonetheless, and the rulers of Phlegethon’s home were cast to the earth to suffer torments unknown. When Rhea meant to travel to the earth above the river’s domain, Phlegethon answered her call. Phlegethon would do what the river had always done: protect the rulers of the underworld. In her new life, the river of fire opened her eyes to the sound of canon fire ringing in the air. 

The port town Pietra Cashore grew up in was a popular destination for merchants, sailors, and pirates alike, and despite the unscrupulous nature of the place, she felt like she was home. By the time she was five, her sentences were littered with curses. By the time she was twelve, she was sitting in the nearby pubs, placing bets and slamming down drinks as if there was nothing to them. By the time she was fifteen, tattoos covered her skin, each one a memory of the souls she had burned in her past life. The ones who called themselves her parents had given up all hope of her, and she had given up all hope that she would be able to fulfill the vow that sent her to the Realm in the first place.

It changed when a new ship sailed into her port, the sigil of the Lily bright on the sails. Most of Pietra’s life had passed in a blur of blazing anger, odd jobs, and an all-consuming desire for something more, and the captain of the Atlantis offered her that. Rafaela Flowers was young and her smile bright, but there was no denying that she was Rhea; Pietra nearly fell to her knees at the image. She had never seen more of the world that her tiny port town, nor had she ever particularly wanted to, but she offered the captain and crew her services. In this instant, those services came in the form of her expertise with fighting, strategy, and weapons. Her loud, brash attitude had her in the position of Boatswain before she even knew what the job entailed, but for bright as Pietra Cashore burned, her loyalty burned just as true. There was purpose in this life now, and she had no plans to lose her hold on that purpose after so long without it. 

*Pietra retains her memories, despite her allegiance.

PAST SELF

In Greek mythology, the river Phlegethon was one of the five rivers in the infernal regions of the underworld, along with the rivers Styx, Lethe, Cocytus, and Acheron. Plato describes it as “a stream of fire, which coils round the earth and flows into the depths of Tartarus”. It was parallel to the river Styx. It is said that the goddess Styx was in love with Phlegethon, but she was consumed by his flames and sent to Hades.

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CONNECTIONS

Other: Rafaela Flowers (captain, Queen) 

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from the ashes he rose anew, like a phoenix; wings spread wide. all he knew was how to burn, and so he burned alive.

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