Hannah Mevrik Caldwell

Arcanist * Elementalist * Engineer * Alchemist * Defender * Nobility * Raverin * Workaholic * Bookworm

[hellocoraco]

“When I say forever, I mean forever, I do As long as the world keeps turning and turning As long as gravity keeps my feet on this Earth You’ll be my one You’ll be my all You’ll be my one, my all, my universe,…”

My Universe -  The Shires

[hannah-m-caldwell]

Would you go solo camping in the wilderness?

Hannah blinks at the stranger, curiously tilting her head to the left - much like a puppy would “That’s a… different, question to ask out of nowhere, but the answer is no.” she shrugs, nursing her growing cold cup of tea with both hands “I spend enough time alone. Why would I want to travel on my on as well?”

[hannah-m-caldwell]

❅

“Mhm… I kind of would like to see you with long hair!” she chuckles softly, voice full of mirth “What, did you expect me to want to change some aspect of your personality? Don’t be silly, Joan.”

[risrielthron]

30 totally random get to know my character questions:

[shilohdevereux]

risrielthron:

What do they do when they’re feeling tired and need to stay awake?

How do they react to finding out someone has a crush on them?

How do they feel about unrequited love?

Gold, silver, or copper jewelry?

How much ice do they put in their drinks?

How are they at taking care of plants?

Are they the big spoon or the little spoon?

How do they like their eggs?

How do they like their toast?

What are they like as a neighbor?

How do they behave when confronted with deadlines?

What’s the weirdest thing you’re likely to find in their room?

Do they like raisins in their pastries? If no, will it stop them from eating it?

When forced to do a group project with other people, what role do they usually play?

How would your muse do at taking care of a goldfish?

Is your muse a dreamer or a realist?

Trendsetter, trend follower, or trend ignorer?

What about themselves do they usually not tell people? What are they embarrassed of?

What’s their ideal vacation?

White, red, or rose wine?

Are they outdoorsy? Do they enjoy hiking, camping, etc.?

What colors make up most of their wardrobe?

Do they believe in any conspiracy theories?

What would you see if you looked through their trashcan?

Are they an exhibitionist? Do they ever change in front of windows? Have sex when they know people can see/hear?

How do they feel about astrology?

Have they ever had any pregnancy scares?

How do they go about asking someone out or confessing their feelings about someone to them?

When do they usually go to bed?

What do they think is the meaning of life?

[moody-moodboards]

[hannah-m-caldwell]

Hannah waited months for this moment. More precisely four months, eighteen days and twenty-two hours -- but it’s not as if she was keeping track, no. The second the Sorting Hat called her name she was standing, golden hair proudly bobbing on her shoulders and back as she walked proudly towards the stool at the front of the Great Hall.

She sat on the old wooden furniture and wasn’t surprised when the hat started talking to her “Scared, are you? Don’t be, I never miss.” the blonde didn’t miss the lie, but she knew the hat wouldn’t miss hers, either, if she said she wasn’t afraid in the slightest “Now let's see. Hmm. Ah, yes. You want to learn everything, but you also seek to impress your mother in more ways than one...”

“...Yes.” was all she whispered, her head held high as all students, old and new, watched her sorting.

“Smart, proud, cunning,” it listed “What do you think your heart would prefer, little one? I already know, but go ahead and have your own voice in the matter.” was it mocking her? she wondered. Torture, perhaps, as it made her rapidly beating heart wait. This decision was going to affect her for the next seven years… and her entire life, really.

“Slytherin!” they both said at the same time, one louder than the other. The House’s table cheered, the other three now eyeing the girl warily as she walked to join the cunning students in green.

A rather uncharacteristic smirk took the child’s lips the entire way, and it didn’t vanish as she found an empty spot on the bench alongside her new colleagues.

[perfectfeelings]

[hannah-m-caldwell]

“She’s dying.” she sits by the table, nursing one of the many glasses of wine she wants to have to help her forget what she learned earlier that day.

“Cervato.” saying her friend’s name turns the sweet taste on her tongue bitter “She– She is dying, her magic is gone, and yet she chose to hide it from me. She didn’t trust me enough to tell me. If my friends don’t trust me enough to help them, then why I am even here? Why are we friends?”

“Bad move, but she must have had her r–” his words are stopped by the woman, who quickly gets up and unexpectedly pushes him until his back is against the wall. She has to raise her head to be able to stare at his mesmerizing hazel eyes.

“Don’t.” she pouts, blonde locks of hair framing her face as if she is but a portrait “Don’t try to defend her. Please.” her long fingers grab desperately at his wrists, green eyes searching his for support.

“You don’t tell people about your illness, either.” he says it anyway, the noblewoman needing to hear the truth.

“I have always taken care of myself!” Hannah yells, the alcohol running through her system working its way to her inhibitory control “I have taken medicine without pause for YEARS to keep myself alive! My magic didn’t just vanish! I am well aware of every danger I throw myself at, and I am not pregnant like she is!”

Gideon easily overpowers her, turning the tables and pushing her back against the wall instead. One of his hands finds its possessive way to her neck, the other one pulling on her hair. She kisses him back eagerly, hungrily, angrily, teeth accidentally drawing blood,

By now, the Magister was already quite aware of how to deal with the Arcanist when she was mad. Or sad. Or “too overwhelmed with work”. The night would be long, but it sure beats hurting and tiring herself out on her own elementals.

[hannah-m-caldwell]

"Rumor has it Hannah's mate is a legendary swordsman"

“Oh, he’s a legendary swordsman alright…”

[hannah-m-caldwell]

"Gotcha!"

Hannah squeals, shivering as she’s caught off-guard by the playful raven-haired woman “A-am I under attack?!” she turns quickly to find it was only Joan “Oooh…” the blonde pouts, and quickly bends down to make a snowball of her own “Joan, I’m about to teach you never to pick a snowball fight with an elementalist…”

She aims and throws it, not using magic quite yet to help it hit her target.

[platonicrpmemes]

Scold my muse for their most annoying habit.

[couplenotes]

[hannah-m-caldwell]

“If I became one of those snooty, bitchy nobles that only care about gossip and being mean, would you still be my friend?” she bluntly asks, facing him with a worried frown.

“Love,” he starts, and the word alone eases her expression and brings a smile to her face “you could be an elder dragon and people would still want to be your friends. Me? Us?” he stops, leaning closer to the sitting woman and softly kissing her shoulder to reassure her “We are clearly past that stage.” “Oh?” she smirks at him, light green eyes glinting with mischief. Her long fingers find both his bare shoulders and push him back on the mattress as she shifts around to straddle the man “And what stage would that be?” the blonde leans down to whisper next to his ear, hot breath on his skin.

A deep laugh stirred in his chest, his calloused hands gripping her skin and easily, not-so-unexpectedly throwing her off to the side to switch their positions. The blonde squeals in feigned surprise, back littered with freckles now against the mattress as the man places himself on top of her with a wicked grin “You’re about to find out the answer, Hannah. Again, and as many times as I have to tell you for it to stick.”

[hannah-m-caldwell]

Shh: Three things they wouldn't want their parents to know.

Hannah crosses an arm over her chest, her other hand reaching to cover her mouth as she coughs awkwardly “I, uhm… I would hate it if mother knew I have considered giving up on the vineyard and our family’s title… That I actually grew up to enjoy going on arranged dates, even if it always ends up with me rejecting all the handpicked nobles. And… That I do miss her and father, sometimes.”

[hannah-m-caldwell]

Mwah- Three people Hannah would like to smooooch. <3 Cer

((By Cerv’s request after I told her I’m unoriginal, she changed it to “3 people she’d never kiss”))“Oh, uhm. I don’t know which one is more awkward.” the blonde laughs nervously “But that’d be Kurai, for… well, obvious reasons. Then Drake! Not only because he’s married, but also because I’d probably get diabetes from all the sugar and cupcakes. Aaaand…” she stops for a moment to consider it “Cervato.  That would be… that would be really weird.”

[vomitingwords]

And I’ll always wonder about what’s swirling in your mind— what’s blooming in your heart, but I’ll always be terrified of not being able to find my name written inside any of them.

ma.c.a // Please, Say Who I Am (via vomitingwords)

[hannah-m-caldwell]

Rumor has it Hannah is the 'Shadow Commander' of the Accord, carefully placed and encouraged by Lord Griggs to cushion any brash acts commander Cervato might envision - relying on her Priory background as a justification to promoting cautiousness.

Hannah blinks twice in confusion at those words before she starts laughing. Soon she is bent forward, hugging her chest as some tears dare escape the corner of her eyes “Really? I mean, I… Gods, hahaha! I mean, oh, I do try, but by no means can anyone really help Cervato be less brash…” she manages to let out, out of breath, as she remembers how she herself encouraged the Commander to steal some of Thaddeus’ personal effects from his own house.She straightens up again, trying to get her dignity back as the back of her hands gently dry her eyes and cheeks. The girl takes a deep breath to calm herself and tries again, assuming a more neutral demeanor “That is just how Cervato is, that she is currently with a certain someone is proof enough to her brashness. No, no, I’m not the ‘Shadow Commander’ or anything like that of the Accord, just your regular member, sorry! If I do happen to be, Drake sure forgot to tell me…”

[hannah-m-caldwell]

Psst: Three things that they've always wanted to tell your character.

The blonde nurses her glass of whiskey with both hands, inebriated enough not to trust herself with holding the fragile object with a single hand. Her light green eyes are somewhat dilated from the excessive consumption of alcohol, and she stares down at the amber liquid “Three things?  Gods, Joan, you’ve been asking me so many things lately…” she giggles, shaking her head.“Fine, fine. Three things I’ve always wanted to tell you, let’s see…” Hannah drains yet another shot of the drink, leaving the now empty cup on the table they had reserved at the fancy restaurant. She briefly savors the taste, organizing her thoughts as much as her brain currently addled with alcohol would allow her “I always envied your freedom, and how you don’t find yourself always stuck to the same places.” she lifts a finger for each confession.“I appreciate it how you don’t have to change yourself and how you react to others to adapt. You are yourself and that is it, no mask besides the bear hat.” a second finger is lifted, and she winks and smiles teasingly as she calls her helmet a hat. Her drunken playfulness fades quickly, though, as the woman takes a soberer demeanor at her third and last confession.“And… I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything else to help protect and save Saromire that day.” Hannah raises her head to face Joan and forces her own tongue to roll out the man’s name, goosebumps forming on the back of her covered neck “I am sorry I ran away from it right after, and that I ran from the aftermath of my failure. I should have been there with you all.”With a breathy sigh, she turns to call the waiter, her face reddened both from all the alcohol she had already taken and her shame. A simple gesture is enough to tell the man to fill her glass again.

[hannah-m-caldwell]

Different: Three members of the opposite sex they find attractive.

Hannah looks away, thoughtfully tapping her chin “Uhm, let’s see… Logan Thackeray, of course! And… Gideon. And, uhm…”  she shrugs ever so slightly, whispering. The noblewoman always believed the Accord’s headquarters walls had ears “…Well, don’t ever tell Cervato, but I do find mister Goodman attractive…”

[hannah-m-caldwell]

Self-Knowledge Questionnaire

TENDERNESS

You are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. Beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behaviour, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. One danger is being naive about people’s dark sides. But at your best you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathize. You bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

SENSITIVITY

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best. @ http://www.thebookoflife.org/self-knowledge-questionnaire/