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a memory like a knife. opherryn, an independent oc rp blog. selective & private.

[memoriams]

hi everyone, i’ve decided to drop opherryn from isola and instead take her indie, where i can be more flexible on activity & setting & more true to how i envisioned her. so feel free to softblock me now if you’re still affiliated with the group & don’t want to have indie stuff on your dash.

thank you for understanding!

[memoriams]

hi everyone, i’ve decided to drop opherryn from isola and instead take her indie, where i can be more flexible on activity & setting & more true to how i envisioned her. so feel free to softblock me now if you’re still affiliated with the group & don’t want to have indie stuff on your dash.

thank you for understanding!

[yajmae]

        @memoriams​​.

        HE IS AS A BEAST; forgone his reason, and in lieu of words endured something far greater. those eyes— they had the stink of destiny about them, set aflame by conviction and the desire to seize his rightful place at the top of the food chain. his ambitions had been set back somewhat by the circumstances, however this was merely a different world, same food chain. he would start by gathering what information he could of his new surroundings, with whatever resources he had left.

        while his combat ability had been left untouched, every step felt heavier than before, for heaven had seemingly forsaken this place. his abilities otherwise were severely diminished as a result, and yet his drive for answers remained and so he’d stay the course, regardless.

        his first port of call was a local scoundrel; a pickpocket who thought it wise to try his luck with a stranger he’d never seen before. the knife embedded in his arm, while unusually effective, only fueled his intent to seek out the truth of his situation. 

                                                                          —-WAS THIS RAGE…?

        he was cut off from heaven, however this body was still not completely mortal— a curious state of affairs, he would admit only to himself. balling a hand in the other’s shirt, stilling him against the ground, he drew back the other, blood blossoming through the fabric of his sleeve. paralyzed with fear beneath the angel’s raised fist, the man’s eyes flickered beyond him for just a moment. noting this, azrael peered past a shoulder, but maintained his stance without falter.

             ❝  … friend of yours?  ❞ he asked the unwelcome intrusion at the mouth of the alley. a rhetorical question— for he didn’t care no matter the answer.

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                         “Were I to lie, and intervene on behalf of this pitiful creature, would that stop you?”

    These eyes had borne witness to far crueler acts, and these hands had once been the ones which delivered them. Though bittered by the taste of violence, her tongue was not blind to the truths of the world, be they mortal or divine. Hope, visible in the human’s eyes even from the mouth of the alley, flickered out of existence, trapped in both the vice grip of a being intent on retribution and the realization of her indifference.

     Perhaps one might call the inaction on her part cruel. Yet just as she was not his deliverance from this mortal plane, she was not his salvation. Though having spent innumerable years among them, the transient beauty of humanity did not outweigh this immutable fact, and a god could never fully overcome their distant origins. This instance was no exception.

     Darkened eyes wandered to the knife which protruded from the arm of the man whom addressed her, to the blood which stained his clothing. Doubtlessly the work of the one trapped beneath him, waiting on the punishment which she had interrupted. Otherwise still as the shadows which fell about her shoulders, her slender fingers laced with one another. She did not invite him to continue-- he did not seem the type to need such permission-- yet she also did not move to intervene.

                    “I am hardly one to judge a man seeking to right a wrong visited upon him... Nor is it my obligation to stay his hand when he has decided upon a path to take.”

     Even here, where all power regardless of origin was stripped and restricted, she did not waver from her nature--; A fixed point, the neutral hand which held up the mirror for both man and god to gaze into their pasts.

[memoriams]

opherryn + ophine in the bottom corner... just a few sketches today since writing has been a bit difficult!

[memoriams]

xiasini‌:

although hesitant to accept this invitation at first, he sits across from a gentle female in front of him, hands folded on his lap politely, saying nothing as he watches her pour out tea for him. he waits until she pours out her own cup before he takes his hot tea cup, lifting it to his lips, and taking a small sip of her fragrant b:picklend. 

“it’s wonderful,” he says, setting the tea cup down on the table, letting it cool as he engages in quiet conversation. “what went into this blend?” 

Pleased that he had taken such enjoyment of her creation, Opherryn hummed as she lifted her own cup to her lips. Eyes shutting momentarily as she savored the brew, the ancient notes conjured memories of a time long past-- Though in her own way, perhaps it only felt like a matter of months. 

Lifting her countenance to address her companion, the woman gently lowered the teacup back to the surface of the table-- The tiniest of smiles playing across her lips. 

“Ah-- That is my secret.” A jest, indicated by the twinkle in her eye, yet it appeared she would not elaborate. “Though I would be happy to give you a portion of the leaves themselves. It is meant to be shared, I think.”

[memoriams]

“I crafted this blend myself.”

Faint traces of pride tinged her voice as Opherryn lifted the delicate pot, the barest hints of a smile tugging at her lips as the warmth of the ceramic seeped into her hands. Gingerly the woman served her companion first, from the spout pouring the steaming blend of tea in question. Black, with a rich aroma wafting from the cup almost as soon as the liquid had filled it. Serving herself next, Opherryn made herself comfortable in her seat after situating the pot between them-- An unspoken invitation to pour more, should they so desire.

“Though it was difficult to find the necessary ingredients, I managed to produce a very close likeness to the ancient recipe.”

[memoriams]

@sanguisomnum​​ // sc.

THOUGH Opherryn did not often journey to the Fibonacci Ward, there were still some things that laid within it which captured her interest-- Chiefly among them being the houses of art and literature, havens of quiet and peaceful reflection in the great canyon of a city sector. It made sense for museums to exist here; After all, Spirale was clearly not created simply to house those whom the Island Stars took captive. No, this island had a history as rich and storied as the worlds each of its inhabitants came from.

At present the chamber in which she found herself in was devoid of other visitors, save one-- A man, perhaps as still as the marble statue he stood in front of. Though she could not name the expression on his face, Opherryn drew up alongside him regardless.

“These sculptures have seen many ages come and go,” she began, studying the work of art before them. It stared back down, ever unblinking in its silent repose.

“I wonder-- What might they tell us, were they able to speak?”

[memoriams]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost,  don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.   Opherryn  ( true name Ophine, though other mythologies have called their ideas of her Mnemosyne and Moneta, among other things ) NICKNAME.    She Who Remembers, the Keeper of Memories GENDER.    None; prefers feminine or they/them pronouns HEIGHT.     5′ 9″ AGE.   Ageless ZODIAC.    Pisces ( has no true birthday, picked February 20th for personal significance ) SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Korean, Japanese, French, Italian– You name it. She is a god, after all.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.    Jet black EYE COLOR.    Warm brown SKIN TONE.    Light, somewhat pale BODY TYPE.    Slender, soft, willowy VOICE.   Gentle and melodic, rarely raised unless the situation calls for it DOMINANT HAND.    Left POSTURE.   Proper and reserved, but never stiff. SCARS.    One, crossing over her heart. It is a single cut, long-healed, half an inch wide TATTOOS.    None BIRTHMARKS.   A mole on her left cheekbone MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).    In her eyes something glitters, difficult to put a finger on. If she were to bleed, it would be iridescent and black.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.    The immortal realm of the gods HOMETOWN.   Has chosen New York City, for lack of a true hometown SIBLINGS.   Khivenar, god of Oracles; Nibium, god of Wisdom; Evaris, god of Knowledge and Learning PARENTS.    Isphion, God of Prophecy; Adros, God of the Sky

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.   God of Memory, owner and operator of  Well Rested Tea House in New York City; none yet in Spirale CURRENT RESIDENCE.   Cotes ward CLOSE FRIENDS.    Formerly, she was friends with many in the minor pantheon, most notably Wovorr (God of Strategy) and Hieyr (God of Dreams). Since she broke with the minor pantheon, only Hieyr has kept in contact-- Wovorr left, but not before leaving the scar mentioned above. She hopes to make some friends in Spirale. RELATIONSHIP STATUS.    Single FINANCIAL STATUS.   Enough to live comfortably.  DRIVER’S LICENSE.    No, much prefers walking CRIMINAL RECORD.   Tax evasion If you count the countless deaths she is responsible for on behalf of the greater pantheon, then… she certainly has one. VICES.   Envy, sloth

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   Demisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.   Panromantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.    The unwavering pillar of support. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.    submissive  | dominant |  switch LIBIDO.   Generally low WHAT ATTRACTS.    Thoughtful gestures, personal letters/writing, gifts from the heart WHAT REPULSES.   Forcefulness, arrogance LOVE LANGUAGE.    Acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.    It takes time for her to fall in love completely. She is not one to rush into things at all.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  Forgotten by Time - Vincent Pino HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.    Creating and brewing her own custom tea blends, helping those in need, reading, writing SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.   Average to high VULNERABILITIES.   Reminders of her past, compassion/concern for others

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[memoriams]

"Have you heard the legends surrounding this place-- The ‘Savior’s Respite’?”

Standing a fair distance from the precipice, she did not yet turn to meet him, gaze cast over the horizon. The view was every bit as breathtaking as she remembered, timeless in its own way. Many a resident of this city had come here seeking solace, and found it among the flora which flourished where land met sky. Their memory lingered long after they had departed-- Though Opherryn could no longer make such things tangible, it was evident in the wind, in the scent of the wildflowers, in the tread of the path which led here.

“I’m certain it may come as a surprise to some, that this world in which we have been detained has it’s own history, as well as it’s own legends.”

@finalsamsara​ // sc.

[memoriams]

memoriams‌:

now that the event is over, i think it would be an appropriate time to throw out another starter call! capping this one at three again for now. length may vary depending on inspiration.

i’ve decided to uncap this, though i may be selective! just so i’ve got a nice amount of things to work on through the week.

[memoriams]

now that the event is over, i think it would be an appropriate time to throw out another starter call! capping this one at three again for now. length may vary depending on inspiration.

[memoriams]

@redmooned​​​ liked for a starter.

“You need not worry about the fighting here.”

It was an attempt to assuage any nerves the other may have regarding the rather impromptu shelter Opherryn had managed to set up. Trust seemed to be in short supply at the moment, though with all that was happening she couldn’t blame anyone for it. Offering a placative smile, the god gestured further into the building, where others had congegated, huddling in small groups on the floor.

“All I ask is that if you are capable, you might also lend protection to these people should it be required.”

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@azurstorm​​ liked for a starter.

OPHERRYN HAD SEEN the dog before the owner, largely in part to her own canine companion alerting her to its presence. Winter had let out a whine, ears perked and alert-- Though he was hardly a confrontational sort, he was still a dog, and the presence of another in the area was of course an interest. Soon following was the owner, and Winter took the opportunity to trot a few steps closer, ever curious... Especially given the dog’s unique appearance.

“Hello--!” Opherryn called, raising a hand to get the attention of the other. Winter had stopped some distance away, sniffing at the air. “Before you draw nearer, I would ask if there is danger at your heels.”

[memoriams]

@halfaknight​​ liked for a starter.

“How long has this battle been raging?”

Inquisitively she glanced to the young man, the back of her hand lightly touching the forehead of another poor soul who had been caught up in the onslaught of monsters. They had been lucky to escape with their life, though they would need further medical attention if they were to keep it. Opherryn was no healer, but if a makeshift shelter could be set up away from the sight of the invading force, first aid could be administered. And the one whom she spoke to...

Dark hues appraised they grey-haired young man, patiently awaiting a response. He looked not worse for wear-- At least, not like the person she was tending to. But internal woulds, mental or physical, could not be seen by even a god’s eye.

“--And are you at all hurt? I would be glad to assist you as I can, though we must first escort this one away from the field.”

[memoriams]

HAD THIS BEEN the second time she had been in the city, Opherryn might have been worried for the gaps in memory she had acquired upon returning home. For one cursed to remember all which she experienced, the notion of being unable to recall something had been deeply unsettling the first time she had been brought back. This third time, however, it was simply accepted. The Island Stars were a strange bunch, possessed of power no mere mortals should. At once it made complete sense, and no sense at all.

What was concerning was the state the island was in. Never had she seen it in such disarray, even years ago when it was still being restored. This was outright war, designed to leave nothing and no-one standing when the dust settled... If there was even that left. Perhaps that was why the Stars had not yet taken away her power upon arrival-- This was meant to be a last stand. She had been called upon to prevent the apocalypse, desperately thrust into the field along with everyone else who had come to call Spirale home.

The thought soured on her tongue. She did not hate the Stars, but held no love for them either. How the mighty had fallen... So low as to count on their captives for salvation.

She would not be a pawn in war again. No, that was far behind her. Instead, as she gently took a wounded citizen into her arms to carry, Opherryn resolved to do as she always had done: shelter and protect.

[memoriams]

well, since the event is ending in a matter of hours... here is a small event starter call, capping at 3. length may vary, but if you’d rather have something non-event related feel free to IM me.

opherryn is not a stranger to the city, but will not be participating in the fighting. she will instead be prioritizing sheltering those who need a break from this mess... because of course it’s all gone to hell in a handbasket since she’s been gone. woohoo!