aurelion academy dr | intro
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not too detailed but yeah. i was too lazy to edit all the images so yeah. almost done with scripting all the people huhuhu. i do love this dr tho lol.
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🪽 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ Deirdre was born and raised in northern Alabama, on land that's been in her mother's family for generations. the farm itself is less a setting and more a character in her early life — chores before school, the particular quiet of early mornings outside, a childhood spent close to dirt and animals in a way that left its mark on her long before anyone knew what a rider even was. her father worked hard, often long hours, but the distance that kind of work might have put between them never really materialized. the family stayed close despite it, the kind of close that doesn't require constant togetherness so much as a steady, reliable presence underneath everything else.
faith ran through the household quietly but firmly — her mother is Christian, as is the rest of the family, and that faith shaped a lot of the household's rhythm growing up. but her mother is also deeply spiritual in a way that runs a little wider than the church alone accounts for, an openness to things slightly outside conventional doctrine that never seemed to conflict with the family's faith so much as sit comfortably beside it.
Deirdre absorbed both halves of that without ever being told to choose between them, which likely explains a great deal about how she holds her own spirituality now — disciplined, private, and entirely unbothered by needing to fit into one single tradition. though, she does not label herself as Christian, she leans toward more pagan faith.
she was sharp from almost the beginning, though notably not in a way that came with effort attached. she didn't study hard as a small child so much as simply absorb things, and people noticed it the way people notice a kid who seems to be paying closer attention than everyone else in the room.
math was the one place that early intelligence didn't carry her automatically — she struggled with it at first, genuinely struggled, in a way that didn't match the rest of her academic ease. it took real help from her family, patient and repeated, before it clicked, and it's one of the few areas of her childhood where her competence was clearly built rather than simply present from the start.
she started bowling at six, an oddly specific detail that's stuck with her into a full hobby well past childhood, one of the few interests that's remained almost entirely uncomplicated for her — no weight to it, no deeper meaning, just something she's always been decent at and always enjoyed.
when she was eight, her grandfather died of cancer, and it's the kind of loss that doesn't just hurt in the moment but reroutes something in how a child sees the world afterward. for Deirdre, that's almost exactly what happened. from that point through most of high school, she carried a low, persistent anxiety and paranoia that hadn't really been part of her before — a kid who'd previously moved through the world without much fear suddenly bracing for loss in a way she didn't fully have words for yet.
it didn't resolve quickly. it eased gradually, in the unglamorous way these things usually do, a little at a time, helped along by family, by time, eventually by her own growing discipline.
but it left a residue that's easy to trace in the adult she became: the hyperawareness, the instinct to read a room before trusting it, the guilt that attaches itself to things that were never her fault to begin with. that particular habit — feeling responsible for outcomes she had no real control over — seems to trace back to roughly this period, when the world first proved to her that it could take something important without asking permission first.
both elementary and middle school brought real bullying, and she got through both stretches the way she's gotten through most hard things since: quietly, without much outside help, building whatever internal armor she needed as she went. it's not a chapter she talks about often, and it doesn't need dramatizing to matter — what matters more is what it produced afterward.
as she got older, the fear that had defined her post-grief years started converting into something more outward-facing: a fierce, consistent protectiveness over her friends and the people she loved, often at the direct expense of protecting herself. her temper, when it appears at all, follows this same pattern almost without exception — it's rarely about her own pride or her own hurt, and almost always about someone she cares for being threatened, dismissed, or hurt in front of her.
she is, underneath the calm, considerably more sensitive than she lets on, but she learned early and thoroughly how to push that sensitivity down and out of view, a skill that served her well and also cost her something, the way that kind of skill usually does.
she picked up guitar the same year the bullying was at its worst, and got good at it fast enough that it became a real part of her rather than a passing distraction — one more discipline she absorbed the way she absorbed everything else, through repetition until it stopped feeling like effort. by the time she reached her freshman year, the anxious, paranoid stretch that had defined so much of her adolescence had loosened its grip, not gone entirely, but no longer running the show.
that was the year she left for Aurelion, stepping into her first year as a rider with a childhood already stacked with more grief, fear, and quiet endurance than most kids her age carry — and with a protectiveness toward others so deeply practiced it had become indistinguishable from who she simply was.
it's not hard to see, looking back at all of it, why a horse like Velune would recognize her instantly. Velune wasn't choosing a stranger. she was choosing someone who had already spent years training, without knowing it, for exactly the kind of partnership a kirin like her would eventually ask for.
DEIRDRE (pronounced; deer/dur-dra, origin; irish. meaning; often associated with sorrow, beauty, destiny, and profound emotional depth.)
EVANDE (pronounced; eh-vad-nee, origin; greek. meaning; pleasant water, one who belongs to the water.)
ISMAY (pronounced; is-may, origin; old french & germanic. meaning; esteemed, beloved.)
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪𑣲.ִֶָ٠࣪ Nicknames. among the few people Deirdre lets close enough to use one, nicknames tend to be quiet rather than cutesy — most people who try a nickname on her get one chance, and only the ones who get it right keep the privilege. Dree is the most common, used by the handful of people she considers genuinely close. Dee shows up occasionally, usually from someone who hasn't earned the familiarity of "Dree" yet but is trying. faculty who've worked with her longer sometimes call her Ismay instead of her first name entirely, a quirk she's never corrected because she finds it oddly respectful rather than distant. Velune, in the rare moments their bond expresses something close to verbal, seems to regard her with an impression closer to the Quiet One — not a name so much as a feeling translated imperfectly into something nameable
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪𑣲.ִֶָ٠࣪ Aliases. outside of Aurelion, in the handful of circles that knew her before the bond — old street racing contacts, a few people from her competitive shooting days, the kind of acquaintances who never needed to know her real name — she went by Vesper, chosen mostly because it sounded like nothing about her actual life and everything about the version of herself she let those rooms see. it's a name she's since mostly retired, though it surfaces in old messages and a couple of trophies she never bothered to have reissued.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪𑣲.ִֶָ٠࣪ age. 14 (first shift)
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪𑣲.ִֶָ٠࣪ date of birth. november 17
დ࿐ ˗ˋ zodiac. scorpio♏︎ (sun), taurus♉︎ (moon), scorpio♍︎ (rising)
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › birthstone. yellow topaz, citrine
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › birthflower. chrysanthemum, peony
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › birthsymbol. snake, pig, tree, ash tree, claret red, yellow, dark blue
დ࿐ ˗ˋ citizenship. american
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › nationality. american
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › ethnicity. cajun-irish-greek-native american
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › race. mixed
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › birthplace. alabama, usa
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › current residence. Ilythra, aurelion dorms
დ࿐ ˗ˋ height. 5'9 (177cm)
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › weight. 110lbs (50kg)
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › blood type. o-
დ࿐ ˗ˋ sexuality. omni
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › pronouns. she/they
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › gender. demigirl
დ࿐ ˗ˋ mbti. ISTJ
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › mbti role. logistician
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪𑣲.ִֶָ٠࣪ enneagram. mixture of 1 and 9. mostly 1. 1w9 (1 wing 9)
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › enneagram role. reformer, idealist
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪𑣲.ִֶָ٠࣪ languages.
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › english 𓂃 southern dialect ❪ 100% ❫
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › native american𓂃 cherokee ❪ 100% ❫
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › spanish 𓂃 puerto rican dialect ❪ 100% ❫
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › russian 𓂃 moscow dialect ❪ 100% ❫
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › greek 𓂃 koiné dialect ❪ 100% ❫
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › irish𓂃 gaelic ❪ 98% ❫
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › tagalog 𓂃 manila dialect ❪ 95% ❫
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › korean 𓂃 jeju dialect ❪ 95% ❫
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › italian 𓂃 rome dialect ❪ 85% ❫
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › japanese 𓂃 kyoto dialect ❪ 71% ❫
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › french 𓂃 paris dialect ❪ 61% ❫
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › thai 𓂃 bangkok dialect ❪ 42% ❫
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › chinese 𓂃 cantonese & mandarin dialect ❪ 35% ❫
Deirdre's relationship with language is enormous, and it says as much about her mind as any personality trait could. she speaks English with a Southern dialect and Cherokee at full native fluency, alongside Puerto Rican-accented Spanish, Russian, and Koiné Greek, all at effectively 100%.
Irish Gaelic sits just below that at 98%, with Tagalog's Manila dialect at 95% and Jeju-dialect Korean and Roman-accented Italian both around 85%. Kyoto-dialect Japanese trails at 71%, Parisian French at 61%, and Bangkok-dialect Thai, Mandarin, and Cantonese rounding out the lower end of her range between 33 and 42%.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪𑣲.ִֶָ٠࣪ appearance.
Deirdre carries herself with a stillness that makes people look twice before they can say why. at 5'9", she's taller than most expect from someone so quiet, with an hourglass figure built on real muscle rather than softness — abs and definition through her arms and legs that only become obvious when she wears something fitted, otherwise easy to miss under her usual layers.
her skin is a natural honey-gold that deepens further in the sun, with a faint blush that sits permanently across her cheeks regardless of mood. at 110 pounds with that frame, she reads as lean and coiled rather than thin — someone built for speed and control, not bulk.
her face is oval with high cheekbones and a slightly angular jaw, giving her a poised, almost aristocratic quality even at rest. her nose is straight, Greek in shape, with a tip that rounds just slightly at the end — soft enough to keep her from looking severe. soft shadowing along her face tends to catch attention without anyone quite knowing why, lending her an introspective, alert look even when she isn't actively paying attention to anything at all.
her eyes are her most disorienting feature, and people rarely manage to look away from them quickly. almond-shaped with a subtle downturn at the outer corners, they're heterochromatic — her right eye a complex forest green-jade, flecked with brown near the pupil and rimmed in a thin band of blue, while her left is a pale, almost luminous blue-purple that deepens to true blue at the outer edge.
her pupils have a faintly cat-like quality that becomes more noticeable in low light, and her lashes are long enough that she rarely needs mascara to look like she's wearing some. combined with the rest of her face, the eyes give her an unsettling kind of beauty — the sense that something is watching very closely, and has already decided what it thinks of you.
her mouth has a prominent cupid's bow, lips thin but rounded, naturally pink without needing color. her canines are sharper than they should be, faintly fang-like, something most people notice the first time she actually smiles — which, given how rarely she shows real warmth, tends to leave an impression. her smile in general carries weight: when it's genuine, it changes her whole face; when it's not, when she's smiling while saying something cutting, the sharp teeth somehow make it worse for whoever's on the receiving end.
her hair is naturally brown, but it's been turning white for years — not all at once, but in scattered strands and small constellation-like spots throughout the dark, growing more pronounced every year. by her second year at Aurelion, most of it is expected to have gone pale.
currently she keeps it dyed a deeper brown to control the spread, though the white still shows through in places, deliberately or not. it falls to her chest, textured somewhere between 2C and 3A, with enough natural body that she rarely needs to do much to it beyond keeping it healthy.
her hands match the rest of her — medium-sized with strong, longer fingers, a crooked left pinkie that's entirely her own quirk of bone structure, skin soft except for the rough calluses built up on her fingertips and palms from years of archery, guitar, and combat training. she's ambidextrous, which shows in small ways most people never clock — switching hands mid-task without apparent thought.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ hair color. brown but is gradually turnin white
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › type. 2c-3a
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪♰.ִֶָ٠࣪ hair styles. she wears it down most of the time, occasionally pulled back or half-up with whatever is close at hand. she wears her hair with whatever is nearby — a ribbon, a clip, a piece of cord — or completely loose.
in formal settings she wears her hair half-up or fully up with something elegant holding it, occasionally a small ornate piece she wears only for these occasions — a clip that belonged to her grandmother, dark and intricate and not from any era she should recognize.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪𑣲.ִֶָ٠࣪ eye color. her right is a complex forest green-jade, flecked with brown near the pupil and rimmed in a thin band of blue. her left is a pale, almost luminous blue-purple that deepens to true blue at the outer edge.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ skin. honey-golden warmth when she tans, often blushed at the cheeks, shoulders, and knees.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪𑣲.ִֶָ٠࣪ birthmarks.
⚡︎ ˚ — beneath her left eye: two small dots nearly symmetrical, often mistaken for beauty marks. they are slightly darker than her natural skin tone and could be mistaken for beauty marks or intentional adornment.
⚡︎ ˚ — right hip and thigh: four distinct clusters of café-au-lait spots, each cluster contains 5-8 light brown marks varying in size from 2mm to 1cm.
⚡︎ ˚ — base of her spine: a small crescent-shaped mark, faint but distinct. marks at the base of the spine are considered signs of strong grounding and connection to earth.
⚡︎ ˚ — scalp: small round birthmark hidden by hairline at nape of neck.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪𑣲.ִֶָ٠࣪ scars.
⚡︎ ˚ — three parallel claw-like marks slash across her left shoulder blade: from a training accident at thirteen. reacted unexpectedly during a handling exercise.
⚡︎ ˚ — a thin, precise line traces her right collarbone: deliberate and clean. from an accident in the woods back in Alabama.
⚡︎ ˚ — a jagged scar runs along her right ribcage: half-hidden unless she stretches or twists. from an incident she doesn't speak about.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִִֶֶָָ࣪𑣲.ִֶָ٠࣪ fashion style. Deirdre dresses with the same economy she speaks with — nothing wasted, nothing accidental.
her aesthetic leans toward dark, fitted, practical clothing that moves easily and reveals little more than she intends to reveal: thigh-high boots, well-tailored jackets she's prone to tugging down at the hem or sleeve, layered jewelry that she fidgets with constantly enough that it's become a tell.
her tight clothing choices are less about display and more about practicality — clothing she can move, fight, and ride in without it fighting her back. she has a deep, low-saturation tones, the kind of palette that looks intentional in candlelight and almost severe under anything brighter.
there's a quiet duality to how she dresses: practical enough for combat or riding at a moment's notice, but with enough deliberate detail — the right boots, the right layering, a ritual knife worn more like jewelry than weapon.
she has a quiet fondness for layering — a fitted top under an open jacket, a long coat over something simpler underneath — and gravitates toward pieces with some kind of edge to them: asymmetrical hems, a slightly oversized jacket worn off one shoulder, boots over anything delicate.
when she does dress up, it's with the same philosophy turned formal: sharp tailoring, dark jewel tones, minimal but pointed accessories, the kind of outfit that makes her look like she belongs at the center of a room without her having to do anything to claim it
დ࿐ ˗ˋ personality.
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › Deirdre is not loud, and she is not soft, and people make the mistake of confusing her quiet for an absence of force. she speaks rarely in social settings, listens far more than she reacts, and when she does say something, it tends to land with a finality that ends the conversation rather than continuing it. this isn't theater. it's economy. she has worked out, somewhere along the way, that most words are unnecessary, and so she simply doesn't spend them. people often realize too late that she’s in control of the interaction.
she is sharp in a way that borders on unsettling — capable of reading an entire situation from a single sentence or a glance, cataloguing intentions and undercurrents most people miss entirely. paired with a calm, almost surgical sense of savoir-faire, this makes her dangerously good in any room with stakes in it.
she can insult someone with a smile still on her face, disarm them with warmth a second later, and by the time they realize they were never steering the conversation, she's already moved on. people underestimate her. they do this often, and they are wrong every time, and some part of her has stopped being surprised by it.
beneath the control is someone deeply empathetic and quietly devastating to herself. she is extremely hard on herself, in a way that has nothing to do with low self-worth and everything to do with an internal rule she never agreed to but follows anyway: if I can do more, I should. that belief fuels nearly everything she's capable of — her discipline, her competence, her instinct to step toward danger rather than away from it — and it is also, slowly and quietly, the thing most likely to break her if no one ever talks her out of it.
she carries guilt the way other people carry keys or a phone — habitually, unconsciously, like its presence is simply assumed. She is sensitive but guarded, playful in flashes, and emotionally distant on first approach in a way that reads as coldness until someone gets close enough to learn it isn't. she is stubborn to a fault, decisive almost to the point of unsettling the people around her, and fiercely loyal once that loyalty is earned — which, notably, takes a while.
a small detail explains more about her than almost anything else: as a shy child, her father used to take her to a local park at night and give her small tasks to complete in the dark, not to toughen her up through fear, but to teach her that someone would always be there to help her face it. she carries that lesson into adulthood almost exactly as given — she is rarely afraid of the dark, of confrontation, of difficult tasks, but she has quietly inverted the lesson's other half. she has learned to be the person standing in the dark for other people. She has not fully learned how to let anyone do the same for her.
her IQ sits at 157, though she would never lead with that fact, and likely finds the number itself a little beside the point. she is someone who holds herself to a standard most people couldn't survive, who would rather quietly fix a problem than argue about whose fault it was, and who processes the entire world through observation before she ever risks acting on it.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ skills.
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › Deirdre's skill set reads less like a list of hobbies someone picked up and more like a résumé for several different lives stitched together. she's trained in combat and archery, capable of reading a room or a person from almost nothing, and disciplined enough in dance, singing, guitar, violin, and piano to treat all of them as serious practice rather than casual pastime.
she street raced and still drives when the situation calls for it, rides a motorcycle, and moves with an unusual, trained silence that unsettles people who don't expect it. she holds real survival skills and medical knowledge, reinforced by formal first aid training, and her uncle — a former military sniper — taught her her way around guns early enough that it became simple competence rather than novelty.
she skates, ice skates, and skateboards, plays video games, paints and draws, and tends a small private relationship with gardening and flowers that contrasts sharply with the sharper edges of everything else she's capable of.
her memory works almost photographically — she memorizes and retains information fast, reads quickly, and has built an unusually wide breadth of knowledge across subjects, with particular depth in true crime, military history, war history, and the cultural histories surrounding both.
she's trained in photography and forensics, holds genuine skill in calligraphy and ceremonial dance — true mastery of traditional forms, not just familiarity — and can analyze people accurately without ever having spoken to them.
she has an unusually high spice tolerance, a near-silent walk, and a quietly significant spiritual awareness and gift for mediumship that she keeps almost entirely to herself. most of what she knows, she learned the way she learns everything: through memorization and muscle memory, repetition until a skill stops being a skill and starts being instinct.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ hobbies.
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › where her skills are what she's trained, her hobbies are what she does for herself, and the line between the two is blurrier with her than with most people. she studies history for its own sake, sings, dances, plays video games, draws and writes, reads constantly, and keeps a growing rare book collection that says as much about her patience as her interests.
she researches historical weaponry and ancient combat techniques the way other people might follow a sports team, and keeps a ceremonial knife collection sourced from different cultures — not as trophies, but closer to a quiet study of how different peoples have approached the same idea.
she builds elaborate, deliberately cozy reading nests, the kind of comfort-space construction that takes real thought, and she collects soft blankets, crystals, and stuffed animals with the same seriousness she brings to her knife collection — objects that seem to function as small anchors for her.
she rides horseback, plays guitar, violin, and piano for pleasure as much as discipline, takes long late-night drives when she can't sleep, and sometimes ends up wandering stores at night for the same reason. she bakes more than she cooks, though she can do both, tries new food whenever she can, watches anime and reads manga, plays volleyball, takes photographs, goes bowling, and designs things — visual, structural, whatever catches her interest that week.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ habits.
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › some of what Deirdre does, she does without noticing — small physical tells that betray the calm she works so hard to project. she taps her fingers and her feet, often in time with whatever song is in her head.
she clenches her fist when frustrated and clicks her tongue when annoyed in a way her friends have learned to recognize as an early warning sign. she fidgets with her jewelry constantly, cracks her fingers and neck out of restlessness, hums under her breath without realizing she's doing it.
she holds hands easily with people she trusts — friends, partners — in a way that contrasts sharply with how guarded she is everywhere else, as though physical closeness is a smaller risk than emotional closeness and she's decided to let herself have at least one of the two freely.
she tilts her head when confused, grabs onto someone instinctively when genuinely scared, and covers her mouth when she laughs, an old habit that seems to have outlived whatever originally caused it.
her smile — the specific one she wears when insulting someone, warm enough to disarm and precise enough to leave a mark, which by now everyone who knows her has learned to watch for.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ quirks.
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › where habits are the things she does without thinking, her quirks are closer to the architecture of who she is — stranger, more specific, harder to separate from her entirely. people are frequently, genuinely startled by her, because she moves and exists silently enough that she scares others without meaning to, simply by being somewhere they didn't hear her arrive.
she bites her lips and nails when anxious, licks her lips frequently enough that it reads as a tell of its own, and tugs down at the hem of jackets or skirts in a small, repetitive gesture of self-consciousness that contradicts almost everything else about her composure.
her heterochromia and faint cat-like fangs already mark her as visually distinct, and small involuntary twitches in her nose or eyes occasionally surface under stress. she rarely cries in front of anyone, but when it happens, it isn't gentle. it's a flood breaking loose, all at once, like something that's been held back far longer than it should have been.
she gets quiet — quieter than her usual quiet — when she's angry, stressed, or simply doesn't feel like talking, and people who know her well have learned that her silence has dialects, that there's a difference between her resting quiet and her warning quiet.
she's unexpectedly good with kids — not in a soft, coddling way, but in a way that reads as genuine understanding, as though she remembers exactly what it felt like to be small and unheard and has decided not to repeat that with anyone else. she is, by most accounts, even better with animals than with most people.
she is honest to a fault in her own life, yet remarkably good at lying when the situation calls for it, a contradiction she's never bothered to resolve because it's never failed her. she hates overhead lighting specifically, gravitating instead toward lamps, candles, and any light low enough to feel chosen rather than imposed.
დ࿐ ˗ˋ spirituality.
·˚᯽ 𓂃 › Deirdre's relationship to the spirit world is one of the more carefully governed parts of her life, mostly because she's the one doing the governing. she talks to spirits, plainly and without much drama, but she's drawn firm boundaries around the practice rather than letting it sprawl into something unmanageable.
nothing is permitted to appear in reflections. nothing harmful is allowed into spaces she considers safe. she doesn't subscribe to dramatic, theatrical notions of haunting — she believes in residual energy, something quieter and more environmental than Hollywood's version of the supernatural, energy that lingers rather than performs.
she's set a rule that spirits don't get to interrupt her when she's busy or exhausted, which says a great deal about how she approaches this gift: not as a calling she serves unconditionally, but as one more relationship she manages on her own terms, the same way she manages everything else. she can handle a great deal. she has simply decided, deliberately, that handling a great deal doesn't mean handling everything, all the time, on someone else's schedule.
🌸 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ my abilites are more water and moon related mostly due to my own personality and Velune's affinities.
ʊ٠࣪˚࿔ 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 — 𝑇𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡
Deirdre's primary Resonance centers on water, though "control" is the wrong word for what she does, and she'd likely correct anyone who used it. she doesn't command water. water responds to her presence the way a held breath responds to the room going quiet — not commanded, just answered.
in practice, this means she can alter the flow of water around her, deepen stillness in a body of water until it goes glass-flat, and — more unusually — pull memory from liquid, drawing impressions or echoes that linger in water the way residual energy lingers in a room. she can also stabilize emotional surges in other people through nothing more than proximity, an effect several of her peers have noticed without fully understanding why standing near her makes a panic attack easier to ride out.
a practical example: in a high-stress moment with a friend spiraling into a flood of emotion, Deirdre doesn't need to say anything or touch them. simply staying near them, calm and present, measurably settles the room — water in a nearby glass stilling along with everything else, an unconscious tell of what her presence is doing without her trying.
ʊ٠࣪˚࿔ 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 — 𝐿𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑟 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡
her secondary Resonance ties to the moon, and it doesn't operate constantly — it switches on under specific conditions: at night, during emotional thresholds, and during ritual movement, particularly dance. when active, it sharpens her perception, clarifies her magic generally, amplifies anything reflective nearby, and produces a subtle softening of reality around her, as though the edges of things blur just slightly in her favor.
this Resonance is responsible for one of the more unsettling things people say about her: she gets stronger when calm, and genuinely frightening when composed under pressure. a practical example: during a night training exercise gone wrong, where panic would normally degrade most riders' control, Deirdre's calm under that exact pressure causes her lunar influence to spike rather than falter — her perception sharpens, her movements become eerily precise, and the people around her find themselves more unsettled by how unbothered she looks than by whatever crisis is actually happening.
ʊ٠࣪˚࿔ 𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 — 𝐻𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 (𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑝𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡)
this ability doesn't emerge from curiosity or training. it surfaces by accident, the first time, under extreme stress, protective instinct, or close proximity to someone's injury — blood magic, manifesting because the moment demanded something and her body found this instead.
her control over it, once it appears, is precise but tightly limited: she can encourage coagulation, redirect pressure, stop active bleeding, and cause a momentary disruption of circulation, nothing more dramatic than that, at least not yet. she hates this ability outright. faculty regard it with real concern. Velune tolerates its existence but never, under any circumstance, encourages its use.
a practical example: in an emergency where a friend is bleeding out faster than first aid alone could manage, Deirdre's hands moving instinctively to the wound — control snapping into place without her choosing it, stopping the bleeding through means no one in the room can name out loud afterward, including her.
ʊ٠࣪˚࿔ 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝐴𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦
this last thread isn't darkness in any moral sense, and rider scholars are careful to make that distinction explicit. it functions instead as concealment, silence, and boundary-setting — an instinct toward emotional withdrawal expressed as something almost magical. when she's angry or exhausted, she becomes measurably harder to perceive, not invisible exactly, but somehow easier to overlook, easier for attention to slide past.
a practical example: after a draining confrontation, Deirdre walking through a crowded hallway and simply not being noticed by people who would ordinarily greet her — not avoidance on their part, but her own emotional withdrawal manifesting as something the people around her register without consciously registering at all.
