While this blog isn’t officially a multimuse, Sienna is the main focus and always will be, she still has a supporting cast to fill in necessary roles. The White Fang is bigger than just her and the Belladonnas.
Name: Temujin Khan
Role:
Sienna’s father
General in the Faunus Revolution
Type of Faunus: Tiger
Inspiration: Genghis Khan
Name: Akela
Role: Sienna’s rival since their teenage years
Type of Faunus: Wolf
Inspiration: Akela from The Jungle Book
Name: Ailuros Sacmis
Role:
The tank, the big girl, the lover and the fighter
Part of Sienna and Kali’s squad back in the day
Type of Faunus: Lion
Inspiration: Sekhmet
Name: Nox Solem
Role:
The tinkerer, the smart guy, the sane one
Part of Sienna and Kali’s squad back in the day
Type of Faunus: Jaguar
Inspiration: Kinich Ahau
Note: Ailuros and Nox are shared by @sometimesshattered
* : ･ﾟ ✧ ( genderfluid. she / her / they. ) by the cauldron, it's nox, the three hundred and thirteen year old high fae / illyrian that resides amongst the night court as the stewardess of hewn city. amid the high fae, they're known for being disciplined + adaptable, however, they are often condemned for being unrelenting + unpredictable. they tend to resemble anya chalotra. the whispers of prythian remind us that they resemble bloodied, bruised knuckles under silver and sapphire rings. biting smiles of too white teeth. fingernails that tap against a black, carved throne. flightless wings. ( lex. twenty-seven. est. she/her/they. )
nox.
BASICS.
name. nox.
age. 313.
nicknames. n/a.
title. stewardess of hewn city.
loyalty. night court.
family
mother. illyrian. born to the night court.
father. high fae. born to the night court.
half-sibling. illyrian.
half-sibling. high fae.
POWERS & SKILLS.
night. nox has minimum control over the shades of night and can summon it to make a scene when needed. more importantly, she has access to the hidden treasures of the night court when needed.
illyrian. those of illyrian descent have a special sort of battle magic that allows them to summon weapons and shields. nox uses two dark purple siphon stones that she wears as cuffed bracelets on both hands.
BIOGRAPHY.
tw: death, abuse, murder
nox’s parents were a classic example of mates that were not written in the stars. their father was a high fae and previous steward of hewn city whose mating bond snapped suddenly into place when visiting the illyrian steppes. the pair were happy for only a short time before they realized that they were simply incompatible as a couple. the two soon learned to hate one another. still, nox was the result.
their mother kept quiet when she found herself pregnant. she saw no need to tell her mate of the offspring since they’d decided to keep well away from one another. she raised nox in the illyrian war camps, training her in every way to be like any other illyrian child. since her mother had been amongst those whose wings were clipped, nox was taught early to protect her wings.
when their father discovered their existence, he was livid. nox was thirteen years of age at the time. he had his own mate killed, and pulled nox from their home and brought them to live with him in hewn city. that is where nox received a secondary education in how to play the shadowy court games.
nox was made to glamor their wings and hide any facet of their illyrian heritage. the members of the hewn court were not very accepting of a lesser fae among them. they certainly didn’t respect their sudden appearance. nox had to battle tooth and nail to keep their feet beneath them in the ever cutthroat environment. it was the only life the knew for nearly two and a half centuries. it was a lifetime of constantly hiding with only a few stolen moments of peace between.
when nox’s father died under somewhat questionable circumstances, the role of stewardess passed onto them. they were not excited for the position, but prefers to keep a stern hand over the more vicious of the court. a few people, like the high lord, know nox’s true opinion. they hate their job, but they are damn good at it.
HEADCANONS.
wings || nox was forced to glamor their wings away for the majority of their lifetime. it is perhaps the most painful thing to them. they try to sneak away and fly whenever it’s possible, but it is not often possible. as a result, their wings are somewhat weaker than they would want.
secrets || nox’s illyrian descent is a well known, unknown rumor. everyone has heard the stories that they’re an illyrian bastard, but no one truly knows what to believe. nox likes to keep is vague and makes a point to punish anyone brave enough to question them about it.
statues || the one hobby that nox uses to relax on a regular basis is sculpting. they like to carve and also throw clay to create jarring large visuals.
Motels are not particularly pleasant, but they’re practical.
Days ago the window in Caleb’s apartment, on the eighteenth floor of a high rise overlooking the hills of Los Santos and the rest of downtown, shattered. It came out of nowhere, and it shattered the little bit of an idealistic world that Caleb had painted for himself there since Meg moved in. His first reaction to the disturbance hadn’t been to pull a gun or find who had done it, if anyone did it at all; he’d texted Meg. He’d gotten the dogs outside. He’d protected his family, first- and not family in the sense of Geoff and Jack and Gavin, not quite. Meg was more than that, akin to his mother and not his work. But It’s his work that’s causing these problems.
He thinks.
Barry’s been kind enough to take Meg and the dogs in while the apartment receives repairs, but Caleb is worried about what comes after that. It’s the same reason he pushed Meg away instead of finding them a temporary apartment together. It’s the same reason he canceled the dinner reservations he’d had for months and brought strawberries to Meg on Valentines, stayed inside for a bit but ultimately come back to the Motel to pace and think. Overthink. It feels like everywhere Caleb turns there’s something off, something wrong. The Window, his car, he could swear there are cars following his but he can’t prove it- always a different vehicle, always a different place. And that message that Meg had for the crew- it’s not a good one. He should have met with Geoff and Jack about this by now but they’re all busy, all three of them, and their game is a complicated one. They can meet soon, maybe; tomorrow, the next day...He shouldn’t deal with something like this on his own, even if it just means having Jack pat him on the back and tell him he’s over reacting.
