#akosua

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REDESIGNS

I've changed some things abt the worldbuilding here. Ppl look different from their Dream counterparts/alter egos

Also was practicing on incorporating different facial features for different races into my style

Madeline

(Malaysian Chinese)

Cedric

(Malaysian/Northen Indian)

Amos (Madeline's Brother)

(Malaysian Chinese, lives in the UK now)

Bonus Akosua (Amo's wife)

(Ghanian)

[thenurserylands]

As waves crash upon the coast I wish they would crash into me

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[unishenanigans]

Akosua orders food to Sarah’s house so often that she accidentally sent Skip the Dishes there instead of to her own address

[gattius-starfrost]

Revelations

((Co-written with @kidcatgemini. Thanks to @crazyladyhorse​ for lending her aloof rogue, Akosua. Follows Shadows Keep You ))

Worry crept into Gattius’ mind after only a few days. Syrielle wasn't the sort to up and leave without warning. Even if she had urgent business in the city, or back in Dalaran, she was always good about letting Gattius know about it. And now, in her later stages of pregnancy, she definitely shouldn't have been teleporting off to Light-knows-where without telling her husband! One day without seeing her happened occasionally. Two was less common, but since her studies picked up lately, plausible. Three days… Something was wrong. It was very uncharacteristic for her - after all, someone had to feed her cats.

Gattius paced the library, worriedly. Reaching out to her via the signet yielded no reply. Had she taken it off? Was she in some place it didn't work, or was distorted? Maybe she passed out, tired from studying so hard. Maybe she had just become so enthralled in her studies that she took off her signet to better focus. It certainly seemed like something Bey'ron would make her do…

Bey'ron… Gattius scowled at even the thought of that slimy sleazy Magister. Syrielle had spent a lot of time with him recently, studying and learning theory of Pyromancy from him in her efforts to become an Archmage. Late nights in the library… lessons that left her exhausted and spent… he didn't want to believe Syrielle might have fallen into her old Dalaran ways again. But studying magic as seriously as she had back then could have rekindled that promiscuous desire in her again. But… she wouldn't, now. Even if she had such feelings, Gattius knew she'd just come home to find the release she needed. But Bey'ron… Gattius had yet to meet him, but he knew he must have be been alluring on some level. His charm had worked once before, on Ina’thia… was it possible he turned that charm on Syrielle? 

An attractive young pupil… a charismatic teacher…

--No! He shook his head furiously. Syrielle wouldn't do that! Gattius knew she'd changed for good, leaving behind that sort of lifestyle. She knew how much it hurt. A hurt she'd never inflict on Gattius. His ears wilted shamefully for even entertaining the thought!

But that still left his worries unanswered - where was she? Nothing made sense about it. Had he upset her somehow? Was she avoiding him on purpose? He started to think of ways he might’ve upset her recently. He hadn’t made any off-handed remarks at her. He tried to make sure she felt loved and wanted, even given how much time he'd been spending with the Commander lately, or off training by himself. What could've possibly upset her so much that she'd avoid him? Nothing came to mind.

If not intentionally…

Gattius smoked a cigarette, as he gazed out to the sea. He was thoughtful. Troubled… Akosua sighed as she slipped from the shadows beside him.

"Why does he smell so horrible? Hell, kodos are less stinky than that damned noble," she mused, approaching him before offering a respectful incline of her head - if only briefly.

"--There you are!" Gattius turned fully to Akosua, eyes wide and ears perked. “What've you learned? What else can you tell me?”

Akosua slowly shook her head and turned to face him, in return.

"Aye, sorry for vanishing for a bit. I figured it best to try and gather more information. As for what's been learned, I can inform you that the snake is plotting something and I'd be extra careful of him. Do whatever you can to keep Syrielle -away- from him."

“He's targeting Syrie? Why? Why would he target her?” Gattius frowned… answers to his own question flooding his mind. "For killing his bride, I'll bet. Or to get back at me!"

“...Think about it.” Akosua replied, pinning her ears a little. “What do you have that he doesn't?”

Gattius took a long, thoughtful pause. He exhaled a smoke-filled breath, contemplatively.

“He... you mentioned he still wants an heir. And that he knows about my... How does he know? Is he watching us?”

“Long story but it sure as hell wasn't from me.” she shrugged. “Look, just do what you can to keep his filthy hands off of her, alright?”

“I am.” Gattius nodded, firmly. “I'm tightening security around here. Stronger doors, shutters on the windows, and I'm having Syrie keep someone with her at all times. She's with the Commander, for now.”

“I just pray that's enough. If not I can't make promises on the fate of the snake.” Akosua sighed.

“You keep... saying that.” he frowned, eyeing the shadowblade over, appraisingly. "Are you planning to kill him?"

“He's playing a dangerous game here and I suspect he knows it. And for whatever reason if he doesn't know it then he's a bloody fool.” Akosua replied, cooly.

The Blood Knight grunted, and shook his head. He didn’t want it to go that far.

“Let me be clear - I despise the man. But I don't want you to kill him. You understand?”

“Tch, we're running out of options here.” Akosua protested. “What do you want to do then? Let him possibly risk trying something else down the road? You think he's really going to stop?”

He furrowed his brow, but said nothing as he puffed away thoughtfully at his cigarette.

“Gattius, he is a fool and a snake. And even if you cut off a snake's head it can still bite for a while after.”

“Ako, I'm NOT going to order an assassination on him! On anyone!” Gattius repeated, firmly. “He's a disgruntled old man, not an enemy of the Kingdom! Justice will be met, but I'm not going to preemptively have him killed just for plotting against me.”

Akosua pursed her lips and stiffled a low growl before slowly exhaling a calming breath, although barely.

"...He may not be an enemy to the Kingdom but he sure as hell is one to you and your family."

“Perhaps. But he hasn't done anything yet.” he sighed. “I appreciate you warning me, and I'll take every precaution I can.”

“Look, if you want me to continue spying and reporting back to you, I'll do that. However, I doubt the old man is going to ever stop trying to pull some sort of shit.” she warned. “What reason would he have to stop?”

“I would've thought he learned his lesson last time he tried to pull a stunt on me.” Gattius huffed. “But…You might be right."

Frustratedly, he shook his head - hands clenched, as he drew a deeper breath through his cigarette.

“All the same, don't kill him.” he sighed, hanging his head, ears wilting. “I... I can't have him killed. I just can't, Ako! I'm not that guy. As much as I despise him... As much torment as he's caused me, both growing up and now… He's still a Sin'dorei."

“A fool who is foolhardy never learns.” Akosua nearly began to curse under her breath but narrowly caught herself before sighing again. "Alright, fine. I won't end him. However, a snake may shed their skin but that still doesn't change what they are."

“I know. If he actually does anything... I have no problem meting out justice, myself.” Gattius replied, nodding firmly once more - the spark in his eyes affirming the truth in his words. “It's a tough spot. I don't want him to do anything - least of all to Syrielle, or my son. But until he does try something…”

Gattius’ eyes went wide, as his memory flooded back to him. How could he have forgotten the warning he'd received from Akosua? His father… Tharinel… of course! She’d warned him he might try something… but he was reluctant to act. And now… it had cost him!

It was a huge accusation, especially with no proof, other than the word of a shadowblade… but Gattius knew he'd taken her! He didn't know how, but he knew it! And he'd prove it, too - he grabbed his short sword from beside his nightstand, threw his cloak over his shoulders, and rushed out the door. He'd get to the bottom of this - right to the source!

It was time to make good on his promise of meting out justice.

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The Sunflower

❛ As bright as the sun and about twice as deadly ❜

Full Name Akosua “Aki” Boateng Age Twenty-Four Alliance Akan Tribe of the Asanti Empire Position Foreign Diplomat and Potential Wife of the King Oti Akenten Negative Traits Vengeful, Naïve, Stubborn Positive Traits Vivacious, Curious, Independent

Twenty-four years ago, Akosua was born as the fifth daughter of a farming family in the Asanti Empire of Ghana. The Asanti Empire was bred from war and rose from the ashes of a conquered territory along the ivory coast. The future country of Ghana was separated into warring territories who sought to control lands and the people within other clans. While their primary export was ivory, the territories would often capture villages and sell the inhabitants off as slaves to Europeans or to other African clans. Before Asantehene Akenten, the King of the Asanti Empire, rose against the invaders to his territory, the empire was in shambles and controlled by the warring clans within it’s borders. King Akenten saw a brighter future for the country and decided to unite the clans in order to rise above their neighbors and make something of themselves.

Akosua “Aki” Boateng was born during this shift of power and thinking within the Empire. Her parents knew very little of the political shift but they were thankful that they no longer had to worry about their home being invaded and their children being taken from them. Because of this gratitude, the family was fiercely loyal to the serving King. Also, because of their closeness to the palace, her father volunteered to be one of the guards at his home. Akosua was named for the day on which she was born; such is tradition within the Asanti Empire. The emphasis on someone’s heritage comes from the mother’s surname and all importance is placed on her family. The Boateng family were proud people with fierce ancestral worship with a focus on Akosua’s great grandmother, Afia, who has lead Aki through her life. Within her home, ancestral worship is a pivotal point for her faith and it established a moral construct for the Akan people within the empire.

Akosua’s childhood was a calm one with pure memories and many friends made along the way. She was educated in the ways of farming by her mother and worked with her seven brothers and sisters to tend to the lands and livestock while their father was serving in the nearby capital. Even as a child, she showed a vivacious personality with a thirst for knowledge. She was constantly asking questions about how things worked and why things happened the way they did. Her favorite question was simply “why?”. Sometimes it would drive her mother mad but Aki could not contain her curiosity. It was this same curiosity that put her on the path to coming to France.

After she’d hit puberty, her parents had begun the search for a suitable husband for their final daughter. She was the last in a line of five to marry and the prospective suitors were wearing thin. One day, her mother had sent her to gather her father from the palace to return home with a few goods from another village. She’d been spotted at the palace by the noble King Oti Akenten. Once he introduced himself, she knelt on the ground but the King was surprisingly generous and told her to stand. Not only did he find her remarkably beautiful, he found her very interesting and decided to ask her father if he could have her as a wife. Her father was rightfully dumbfounded by agreed for his youngest daughter to enter as one of the many women who he would potentially take on as a wife in the coming years.

Within days, Aki had moved into the palace and settled into palace life. Learning from the other women about different villages, politics, handsome guards, diplomats from other countries, and especially the people who would float in and out of the palace. The diplomats and dignitaries were always of special interest to Aki. They were so intelligent and knowledgeable about things that she would never see. Their worlds were so forbidden to her but she couldn’t help her curiosity. One such diplomat intrigued her the most. A man from Spain with a thick accent, an unruly moustache and a rivaled curiosity about the young, brown, curvaceous woman who would always ask him questions in her tongue about his own life. The man, with a bit of an unhealthy idea about the woman, decided to invest in her. He helped to teach her French and Spanish, while broadening their horizons. They remained close friends for many years as he would come and go from the palace. Through their encounters and others in between, Aki becam fluent in Asanti-Twi, French, Spanish, and Bur from the northern Ghanian clans. With the barrier of language broken down, she was able to meet more people, translate for the king, and establish her necessary seat at the palace. No other wife before her had shown such a tenacity for communicating with other people and the King noticed.

On the eve of the summer solstice, a European diplomat had visited the King to report some trading information. The King had learned of a gap within western Europe where traded has lessened and searched for someone to visit the countries to form an alliance and strengthen trading ties with the leaders. Upon hearing of the opportunity, Aki presented herself to the King with an excited and optimistic view of the world. The King hesitated to send her to another country but her past with foreign diplomats was impeccable and she was one of the only people in his palace that could speak their language so well. With a group of guards in tow, she was granted permission to travel to Europe. 

Connections

Marie Duval — While she had been attempting to find someone to help her with her fashion statement on France, she’d run into the seamstress’ shop with a pretty huge job for her. After she’d explained her situation, she’d learned that she liked the young seamstress’ personality and hoped to become friends.

Alexandre Valois — Her placement as a Diplomat within this country has placed her on the doorstep of the King. While in his company, she found that she not only enjoyed his outlook on royal life but she enjoyed the grounds of the palace. The royal court functioned very differently than her homeland’s did and she could not contain her curiosity when around the young king.

Santiago De La Roche — There were many foreigners in this country but she felt the most akin to the explorer Santiago. She also loved hearing his stories from his times abroad. She is sure she will annoy him with her questions one of these days but that doesn’t seem to stop her.

This character is portrayed by AJA NAOMI KING and is TAKEN

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Marie: What are you looking for?

Akosua: The French Circus. I think it's still in here.