welcome to the second in command of the court of hybern.
THE SEER OF DEAD-LIGHT.
Name: Divya Vesperia. Name Meaning: Divya - दिव्य, brilliance, divine, heavenly, celestial | Vesperia - surname, of the evening, evening star | Varma - the surname she chose to forget as she came into Prythian as High Fae, meaning armor, shield, protection. Nickname: Divy. Gender: Female Orientation: Heterosexual Title: Second in command of the court of Hybern // Librarian of the Gláta Public Library.
About
Age: Appears 28, actual age 900.
Hair: Deep black
Eyes: Dark brown-russet, but with a silver ring glowing around her irises.
Dominant Hand: Right handed.
Fears: Unknown dangers, the shift in power, turning cold and bitter. Old enemies resurfacing.
Secrets: To those who know she's Cauldron Made, she always says she doesn't remember her past life as a mortal - she does. She just doesn't wish to relive the knowledge of everyone she'd ever loved being so very long gone the world had forgotten all of their names. Hers, too.
Habits: Watching the moon rise and fall when the past weighs too heavily on her mind some night. Writing letters to her long dead relatives nightly until her fingers are sore and tinted with black ink.
Hobbies: Reading, writing, staring at the moon and sunrise, keeping a small greenhouse on her estate ( in other words, tending to a frick frack ton of herbs and flowers ).
Family
Mother: Ananya Varma, née Acharya.
Father: Rakesh Varma.
Siblings: Manu Varma ( older brother )† , Suraj Varma ( older brother ) † , Avyaan Varma ( older brother ) † , Lakshmi Varma ( elder sister ) † , Lalita Varma ( younger maternal twin sister ) † , Arun Varma ( younger brother ) † , Parvati Varma ( younger sister ) †.
Children: none
Other: countless unnamed bloodline descendants.
Relationships
Friends: tba
Enemies: unnamed High Fae from the past, presumed † , king of her land, long deceased.
Significant Other/Partner: none.
Crush: none yet.
Exes: surprisingly little given she's been alive for nine long centuries.
THE CAULDRON MADE.
Born second daughter and fifth of eight children, with a younger twin sister mere minutes in tow, Divya thought very little of her future. She was to be engaged to a marquis from a faraway land, with her eldest brother taking the mantle of the land's lord once their father passed to the eternal lands, the younger siblings serving as generals, commanders, admirals and advisers to the land's king and overlord.
Little did she know, she would be one to pass to the eternal lands instead.
The foreign marquis was not... entirely human to begin with, as she was soon to learn. She could see it in his eyes even before they've met. The deadly spark of something... unnaturally still and immovable pooling in the near pitch black pits of his irises. Those eyes haunted her sleep and try as she might to pray to her mortal gods, to break off the engagement before it even snapped into place, she found no solace or comfort. Most of her siblings ridiculed her for having a wild imagination. Some courtiers even whispered .. witch .. as some of her other predictions came true.
When he came with the ships, so did that preternatural chill settle in her bones.
A tale that follows is one of despair and anguish that she dares not to recall, except in her darkest hours. He dunked her into the Cauldron, a thing that no Fae should possess. How it came into his hands was a mystery to her -- it remains mystery still, nine centuries later. She never forgot his face or his name -- though she likes to say she forgot how her Maker looked. Their love was hardly love to begin with -- but a necessity borne out of a measly treaty between the ancient Fae lord neighboring the land she's lived in and the crown that chose her family as the decade's tribute.
The "love" swiftly turned to animosity, which turned to Divya crossing the Land into Prythian. A strange zap echoed through her bones as she ran in the night and passed a singing barrier ( the one she, somehow, was able to cross ), before a deeper kind of darkness enveloped her and propelled her into one of Nine Court.
Hybern.
With a false surname upon her lips, Divya ushered the Hybern's then-commander to speak to their Liege in her behalf. Enraged by the lies spun to her by her husband and the king of her poor, mortal land, she did something that remains her darkest moment still. She took her revenge, using the breaking of an Ancient, ten millennia long Treaty as an excuse to rid herself of her "beloved". In the aftermath, the Cauldron vanished before Hybern's forces came to secure it and had not been seen since. With her gift as a Seer, she quickly proved herself to this new, strange land and rose in ranks. For over eight hundred years she had served as their commander, rising from a third to a second in the matter of centuries.
A role she finds most befitting to her nature.
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This curse...
Even Made creatures are not immune to this strange blight. Even made creatures can truly... forget. And forget she did. Divya forgot all of the anguish and despair, all of the betrayal -- remembering only that she is Made and Ancient ( in comparison to most of the fae currently in her presence ) and that the Cauldron wiped her mortal memories clean.
She loves the library she's working in, loves that she can just enjoy the finer, calmer things in life. But, the visions remain unrelenting, tormenting her with strange visions that she cannot recall in the waking hours of the morning. But, she doesn't really fear the mismatched visions and ominous nightmares, not when every waking moment is honey-sweet.
How she should dread the day when such sweet dreaming ends.
