HOLD! WHO GOES THERE? WHY, IS THAT [IRSA NATHVYLL] THE [BARD] OF [ARALUNE]? THEY DO LOOK [UNASSUMING] FOR A [WOMAN] OF [1,167] YEARS. DONâT THEY CALL [HER] THE [CUNNING LARK OF ARALUNE]? IâVE HEARD THEYâRE ALSO [THE MOST RUTHLESS SPY AND ASSASSIN OF VAILEN] THOUGH. DONâT TAKE MY WORD FOR IT BUT THEY DO LOOK AN AWFUL LOT LIKE [MILLIE BRADY].
Hello all, Iâm excited to get Irsa on the dash so Iâll keep this short for now, but will likely add more in the future. I prefer to plot over discord because tumblrâs messaging system is so...tiny, but whatever floats your boat.Â
Basic Info NAME: Irsaviell (Irsa) Myrxena Nathvyll PRONUNCIATION: EAR-sa TITLE: The Lark of Aralune AGE: 1,167 (appears 25-28) PLACE OF ORIGIN: Aralune, Vailmas FAMILY MEMBERS: Koreias Nathvyll (father,) Lafawen Nathvyll (mother,) one older brother, and one younger sister Physical Description HEIGHT: 5â7â HAIIR COLOR: Medium brown EYE COLOR: Green GENDER: Female BUILD: Slender, but not overly so. Fairly average for an elf. DISTINGUISHING FEATURES? (SCARS, TATTOOS, PIERCINGS): Pierced ears, a long faded scar across her right upper arm ANY HEALTH RELATED ISSUES?: Hundreds of years of anxiety
MBTI: INTP? Havenât fully decided. ENNEAGRAM: 6w5 HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin, with a touch of Ravenclaw
Personality Years of bard training has taught Irsa to put aside her true self and to don a mask of elegance and charm when in court, but once her work is done, the mask slips off with ease. Her voice is soft and even, rarely raising in volume, and her laughter is musical, but quiet. Like most elves, she is graceful in even the smallest of actions.Â
When she is not attempting to charm her target, a cold, bristly exterior masks fear beneath. Irsa is focused on the past and flees from it, looking ahead to the future with desire but an equal amount of anxiety. She is matter-of-fact and practical in her way of speaking, as most elves from Aralune tend to be, and there is no room for superfluous words. There is always an ulterior motive to her actions, simply because that is the way of her people. Despite these shortcomings, Irsa is a fiercely loyal friend to those she deems trustworthy, but she will always be skeptical that those closest to her will one day betray her.
Plots I have an entire page of wanted plots on Irsaâs blog right here that Iâll probably keep adding to for all of eternity. Please go check it out! If you have other ideas besides those, Iâm also cool with that.
Overall, Iâd like to see Irsa bond with some of the more shadowy characters, as well as any bards. If anyone were to hire her to spy on another character, that could also be a fun plot to carry out. She has also traveled to all of the elven cities and lived there for about 25 years each as part of her training, so maybe sheâs met your character in the past. Sheâs also curious about the rebel cause, so if your character is a rebel, they might have some things to talk about.
History Irsa was the second child of Koreias and Lafawen Nathvyll, a family name that brought with it scandal and disgrace, for it was Koreiasâ father who attempted to assassinate the governor of Aralune. He had failed, and his entire family was to be executed as a result. Koreiasâ mother escaped, however, when she was still pregnant with him. Thus, the Nathvyll family line survived against all odds.Â
The family was discovered years later when Irsa was only a child and her younger sister was still not yet born. She went with her grandmother, father, mother, and older brother to go before the Elder Council in chains, but instead of being executed, they were pardoned and permitted to live in Aralune under a watchful eye. It was better that they were kept track of, rather than exiled in unknown lands. Still, the Elder Council brought forth magi to strip the family of the truth-seeking magic present in their bloodline. It was an excruciatingly painful process, and the young Irsa barely survived the mental toil.Â
All hope was not lost, however. Though Irsaâs grandmother lay on her deathbed, she used her final savings to commission a mage to craft an amulet that would allow the user to determine truth from lies. It was a replacement for the magic that the Elder Council stripped from the Nathvyll family. When Irsa later chose to become a bard, the amulet would pass to her, as she would need it most.
A fire burned in Irsaâs belly from that day on that would never be quelled. But she was unsure of what she wanted. Would she live out her days in taverns, drinking away the pain like her father? Would she obey the city guards and seek a life of dignity like her mother? Would she become a staunch rebel like her brother, seeking blood of the nobles? Or would she become a lady of the night like her sister, hoping that a warm bed would fill the emptiness in her heart? No, she would become a bard and learn the art of deception. She would learn how to smile when only rage burned within her, and how to laugh when she wanted to cry. She wasnât sure if she wanted the Elder Council dead like her grandfather or brother, but she did want answers. Why did her grandfather attempt an assassination, and why did so many rebels feel the same way?
Irsa endured 300 years of training to earn her place in the ranks of the Order of the Songbirds, an elite faction of spies and assassins masquerading as bards. Her training took her to each of the nine other elven cities and among their respective courts, all while she learned how to hold her own in combat. It strengthened her into a woman who was no longer vulnerable, but armed with enough skills to take down whoever she wanted.
Currently, Irsa is one of the newest Songbirds, and is just returning from an assignment in The Twingate. She is eager to begin her life as a fully-fledged bard, but still, she seeks answers.
