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โง ห ใยท ใใ .ย ย theย continentย welcomesย ย RHIANON AVENTIAย ofย ย THE SPRING COURT,ย theย ย LADYย ofย ย THE SPRING COURT.ย ย whenย theย ย HIGHย FAEย isย glamoured,ย ย sheย ย bearsย aย resemblanceย toย ย BRUNAย ย MARQUEZINE.ย ย theย ย 30ย /ย 583ย yearย oldย ย FEMALEย isย reputedย toย beย ย ALLOCENTRICย andย INSIGHTFUL,ย butย aย decadeย ofย warย hasย leftย themย ย RETICENTย andย ย INTRANSIGENT.ย ย ifย createdย byย theย cauldron,ย theyย wouldย beย madeย inย theย likenessย ofย ย HOLY WATER AND HELLFIRE IN EQUAL DOSES โ WHAT ONE RECEIVES IS WHAT THEY SURELY DESERVE ; DUST COLLECTED ON THE DELICATE VISAGE OF A MARBLE STATUE, ITS WEATHERED HAND REACHING TOWARDS A LIGHT THAT WILL ALWAYS BE JUST OUT OF GRASP; THE SILENT DEFIANCE OF A CHIN HELD ALOFT IN PRIDE AND BROWN EYES GLITTERING IN WORDS LEFT UNSAID; THE ANCIENT ACHE UPON THE SHOULDERS OF ATLAS, EMBROILED WITH THE KNOWLEDGE AND RESIGNATION OF A BURDEN THAT WAS NEVER DESIRED BUT HIS ALL THE SAME.ย ย whispersย throughoutย prythianย claimย thatย theirย allegianceย liesย withย ย THE SPRING COURT,ย ย whereย theyย conspireย toย ย MAINTAIN THE WALL IN THE NAME OF PROTECTING BOTH THOSE IN THE MORTAL LANDS AND MEMBERS OF HER COURT.
BASICS .
fullย name: rhianon aventia.
age.ย thirty / five hundred eighty three years old.
birthdate. ย may 6th.
currentย location.ย the spring court.
status.ย unattached & unmated
orientation.ย pansexual / panromantic
occupation.ย lady & political advisor.
family.ย two half-brothers. an unknown father, likely out there somewhere. a sorely missed mother.
pets.ย a finch named briar โ an undoubtedly loyal creature, albeit a clingy one (and a needy one, at that)
APPEARANCE .
hairย color.ย dark brown .
eyeย color. ย brown .
height.ย five foot nine .
build.ย long and lithe, almost fluid in her stillness โ not unlike the long tendrils of a willow tree floating on a new springโs breeze.ย
style.ย sheโs quite fond of gossamer and chiffon, particularly in soft, muted pastels.
MISCELLANEOUS .
zodiacย sign.ย taurus .
hogwartsย house. ย ravenclaw .
alignment. ย lawfulย good .
strengths.ย allocentric ,ย insightful ,ย pragmatic ,ย dutiful .ย ย
weaknesses.ย reticent ,ย intransigent ,ย moralistic ,ย performative .
aesthetic. ย holy water and hellfire in equal doses โ what one receives is what they surely deserveย ; dust collecting on the delicate visage of a marble statue, its weathered hand reaching towards a light that will always be just out of reach ; the silent defiance of a chin held aloft in pride and brown eyes glittering with words left unsaid ; the ancient ache upon the shoulders of atlas, embroiled with the knowledge and resignation of a burden that was never desired but his all the same.
BIOGRAPHY .
twย โย infidelity, death, grief & depression
an unmistakable sense of otherness is a beast that boils beneath your skin from your earliest memories. you are a puzzle piece warped at its edges, just close enough to fill in the holes of an otherwise complete picture but far enough to make your existence feel cramped and uncomfortable โ a product of your motherโs indiscretions against a husband that she never desired in the first place. itโs a fact that your 'father' never lets you forget, imbued in every aversion of his gaze and twitch of muscles in the set of his jaw, like a silent accusation of a betrayal you had no option but to be complicit in.
what your father lacks in affection, your mother possesses in abundance. she carries strength and softness in equal measures, a gentle hand with firm boundaries, and a just sovereign worth committing fealty to. you treat her very existence like folklore, acting as a shadow following in her wake and clinging anxiously to the gossamer of her skirt as if sheโd slip through your grip like mist if you loosened your grip for even the barest of seconds.
she humors your clinginess, perhaps sensing how you practically ache for belonging. itโs like she sees through you, understands your every curiosity and desire โ every need and fear โ like they are her own, and frequently before you know them yourself; she nurtures your inherent curiosity, cultivates your sense of kindness and pride like she does the fine rose bushes in her palace gardens. granted, she doesnโt leave your brothers wanting for attention, either, but thereโs something in the wistfulness of her gaze as she ponders you that makes you wonder if you mean somethingย differentย to her altogether.
you ask about your father โ your real father โ once only, framed as a passing thought as she tucks you into bed one night. youโre still young - too young to know better - but your curiosity and thirst for knowledge have already been well-established. while you shouldnโt expect any different of her, her response is cryptic and flimsy, a gentle dismissal to get out of giving answers that she simplyย cannotย offer you. However, the tenderness in her gaze as she bids you good night tells you everything you need to know about the affair without requiring as much as a word.
you start your education early, and you latch onto it with fervor. knowledge is power in your world, and you quickly develop a particular affinity for the books of your familyโs library. literature becomes an escape, a quiet retreat to quiet your overactive mind and allow your imagination to run rampant. while your interests are wide-ranging and eclectic, poetry quickly becomes your first love. the wordplay, the use of language to paint masterpieces out of intangible emotions, the beauty of its simplicity โ to an overactive mind and heart that lives in vibrant color, you feel there is no passion more fitting.
the word โprecociousโ is one that you quickly make a home of, an identity and point of pride that you wear like a badge of honor upon your chest. โuncompromisingโ and, more succinctly,ย โdifficultโย are also descriptors you often find yourself saddled with. These criticisms are far from undeserved; your need to be right and inability to hold your tongue when struck with conviction is proof enough of that.ย
Thankfully, a few (hundred) years and a healthy dose of maturity manage to teach you the value of impulse control, at the very least. Those years teach a multitude of lessons, from the subtleties of political intrigue, a keen sense of quiet, piercing perception, and most importantly, the art of shouldering that delicate balance of softness and steel โ an understated, unassuming sort of power โ that quickly become your greatest weapons. it won't be long until you're using those skills for the betterment of the court both at home and on diplomatic visits, especially as the telltale signs of imminent conflict begins to emerge on the horizon.
there's no moment of hesitation at the outbreak of war, no question that there was simply no other option than to back the mortals and fight for a better, fairer future for all. it's a noble cause that your mother champions without as much as a second though, a conflict that your 'father' pays for with his life on the front lines, and one that quickly pushes both your family and your court to its very limits. you learn that war is costly, and while you never question whether it will all be worth it when all is said and done, it's a sobering reminder that war is anything but fair.
you contribute with everything you can, and in tapping into your strengths, you bury yourself in diplomacy and logistics, in plans and alliances and numbers. it feels like the least you can do, and even though you regularly find yourself worn and exhausted at the end of each day, it doesn't feel like enough.ย (ย truthfully? you're not sure that you'll ever feel it's enough.ย )
nobody is prepared for the bombshell that comes in the form of your brother scrambling home, hand-in-hand with a lady of the autumn court and declaring that he'd found a mate in her. from an objective view, you find it beautiful - a story of star-crossed lovers against the world made real - but the realist in you can't ignore knot of dread in your gut and the deep understanding that there wasย nothingย good that could come from something like this. Still, your mother doesn't hesitate to open up her home and family to the girl, and between your trust in her judgment and your desire to support your brother in his decision-making, you allow your misgivings to fall to the wayside.
you'll come to regret that decision whenย that nightย comes. part of you wishes you could forget that night, push the memories of the screams and the chaos and the blood -ย oh,ย cauldron, the bloodย - out of your mind altogether, but it remains in vivid, painful detail. your mother, your high lady, slain in the middle of the night by a high lord drunk on power and the desire forย revenge. to this day, you're still convinced that she took a piece of her with you as she passed - a piece you're still not sure you'll ever get back.
the loss of your mother is an all-encompassing sort of grief that doesn't hesitate to raze your entire sense of being in one fell swoop. it leaves nothing but ash in its wake, and if you weren't so hung up on your pride, you would've likely collapsed under the weight of your despair. there is nothing poetic about your rage, nothing beautiful about your sadness, nothing helpful about your pain; it's enough to sap the world of its color and to shatter whatever fragile optimism you still possessed.
you're a pro at masking, at pretending and feigning in the name of playing the game of diplomacy, and in the name of getting your court through the war and keeping it together for the sake of your family, you allow your political tactics to bleed into your personal life. you pack it all - the sadness, the anger, the resentment - away into a neat little box and tuck it deep into your mind in favor of something more palatable, and while you make a great actress, there's something off about it - a new sense of somberness, a distance, and severity that hadn't been there before. you assume that few notice, but perhaps they choose not to ask.
the war has ended, the wall is up, and yet peace is still far away. creatures lurk in the spring court, itching for any gains they can make on broaching the wall, and with a new high lord in place, you're aware that your people are in a vulnerable position. you've dedicated yourself to securing safety by ensuring the treaty's success and by any means necessary.
asoiaf quotes ย // A Game of Thrones - Eddard VII โด
โYou never knew Lyanna as I did, Robert,โ Ned told him. โYou saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath. She would have told you that you have no business in the melee.โ
