𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 . . .
✧ ˚ · . the continent welcomes . . . 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘯 of the dawn court, the healer of the summer court. when the lesser fae is glamoured, she bears a resemblance to ko yoon jung . the twenty6 / 455 year old demi woman is reputed to be ingenuous and tender - hearted, but a decade of war has left them quick - tempered and uptight. if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of flower petals piling onto a silk hem, a small hand reaching out towards you in the pitch black of night, scabbed fingers, herbs and scrolls stuffed into worn pockets, muslin draped around a pale face, a soft, childlike reassurance in their smile. whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with peace between the courts, where they conspire to PROTECT THE INNOCENT & INFLUENCE DIPLOMACY BETWEEN THE COURTS !
full name: nari byeon. age: six and twenty / 455. species: lesser fae. gender, pronouns: demi woman, she+they. sexual orientation: bisexual, biromantic. height: five foot six. hair color: dark brown, nearing black. eye color: grey - blue. distinguishing marks: scars on her knees from accidents as a child, a small mole on their nose, rosy cheeks, and a notable satchel slipped over their shoulder.
◜ & 𝚋𝚒𝚘.
𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵, & 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.
they say your mother brought you into this world all on her own. in the cottage, alone and afraid. comforted by the later, small but strong cries of a child. her first and last. they say your father died in a great battle, but it was something less noble. fending off a thief or the sort. you’ve never known the entire truth --- but did you ever want to? it seems in this divided world, it was best to leave some things alone. the less you know, the better.
as a child you had little to do. you made dolls from dried bouquets, but mostly had your small nose buried in books --- those your grandmother had scribbled in as a skilled healer. her legacy lives on, especially within you, apart of you. because throughout this divided world, there was a desire for peace. even as young you were, you knew there was a chance. and you wanted to be apart of it.
grown up, and yet still so unaware of this realm, you work out of a small corner in the court’s market. fingers always bandaged from working so tirelessly for the vagabonds who greet your doorstep, but you have never been one to turn a stranger away.
more tba after i start writing them ha
character inspirations: katara + toph ( avatar the last airbender ), fuu kasami ( samurai champloo ), artemis crock ( young justice )
◜ & 𝚠𝚌.
literally anything really.
unrequited love ( because this mf head empty )
hey idiot maybe take care of urself i’ve like seen u here ten times this week
maybe somebody who helped ... them for a change
