Luceane Luneyos of the Black Walls
[image on the right: mine! on the left: a picrew from elena-illurations]
A beautiful girl, rumored to be a witch when outside the Black Walls, a true triumph of the Old Blood. Practiced in blood magic and Valyrian rites, she can make potions and draughts, but she keeps this rather secretive.
Her native tongue is High Valyrian, and she prefers to speak it as much as possible, even with those who speak low dialects (even if they find her prose old by their standards). She does not like to speak in the common tongue, but it has been heard that when she concedes to those who do not know Valyrian, she sounds like a singsongy muse with the lilt of her accent in the common tongue.
She moves with slow, deliberate precision, holding eye contact just a shade too long, a quiet assertion of control that unsettles more than any spoken threat.
Luceane is pretty, but that does not mean she is nice. Ruthless in her judgments and regarding most people as scarcely worth her notice, she moves through the world wrestling with a corrosive itch for someone to interest her truly. Unfortunately for all those who meet her, she is smug, proud, and cutting in her words.
She harbors an insecurity that without her lineage and purest blood, she has no substance, and as such, uses it as armor.
Despite her many harsh traits, she can be amiable.
She has a fondness for cats, the harp, and the lyre, men with dimples, small children, and the moon and stars. Should one match her in one of these, it is very possible she will be friendly.
The person she loves dearest in the world is he elder brother Caelar, who is also the only person who will scold her without reproach.
She is one of the few Old Blood who you may regularly find outside Volantis; some call it wanderlust, others believe she enjoys vacationing a bit too much. She spends much of the year bouncing between Lys, Pentos, or even Qarth for a stint. Her magic making her a welcome guest in most all wealthy men's (or women's) homes.
Her next goal is to traverse the Narrow Sea and investigate the curious courts of Westeros.
House Luneyos of the Black Walls
Sigil: White upturned crescent moon on an ashen periwinkle field.
Status: Old Blood, of the Tiger Triarchs of the Black Walls of Volantis.
The family's trade is not in war or politics but in the long-held arts and rites of the Valyrian freeholds' magic.
oc & house inspired by @osarina. and their fic INCANDESCENCE (really all of their volantis lore)
Luneyos sigil below: