#caerthys

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Please accept my cutes.

Fae is the romantic. She’s the one that’ll get down on one knee to declare eternal love etc etc. Teyla, less so. She’ll experience gross, big, dramatic feelings and then possessively cling to Fae’s head until she’s told to let go.

V and Aele are the super loyal, supportive, ‘there for each other no matter what’ babies.

And Caerthys and Klivvik are my OG couple. Sweet, basically married partners.

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Between trying to finish my Valentines/LS3 writing and work I decided to stick my main and most written about characters into a line up.

Left to RIght: Vrishya, Odette De Lys, Aelestri, Varyllis, Ateyla, Faerylie, Klivvik, Caerthys, Tasia Wraithrend, Ellie Blacksmith, Erebus Swiftreaper, Lyaeris, Fyianna and Phenriel.

Aha, and that’s not even half of them all...

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Realised Day 11′s hue was close enough to Caerthys’ so lovely Blossom Mother got a cute lil’ picture. Probably gunna skip to 14 now~

Huevember, Day 11.

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Quick notes on some of my GW children in human AUs.

And then back to the Mosts GFs being dorks.

Ateyla

Teyla Grey - 24 - Female - 4′9 - Ace/Questioning Lesbian

In all human AUs Teyla is an orphan. The reason for her lack of parents is unknown at least to her and she has very little curiosity surrounding her ancestry. She’s been with her adopted family since as early as a few weeks old, a middle class family of an English father and a Welsh mother. 

In some AUs when Caerthys is her adopted sister her first language is Welsh and her second is English, although she speaks both with her father’s ‘posh’ English accent. In other AUs when she meets Caerthys she only speaks English.

As far as nationality/ethnicity goes all she knows is that she’s of a few mixed races. 

Varyllis

Julieta ‘V’ Varyllis - 36 - Female - 5′3 - Poly/Pan

Born and raised in New York with her siblings, her grandparents, her parents and some of her aunts, she’s always known large families and lives up to the stereotypical ‘Daddy’s Girl’ and Princess images even though her family were always short on money and often in trouble.

Although an atheist, Varyllis’ mother and her sisters were devout Catholic and tried very hard to raise her the same. Her father, who had some very grey morals and who she admired most, claimed to be a religious man but never really practiced what he preached and so she followed vaguely in his footsteps.

Varyllis knows a lot of her ancestry as her mother took great pride in it. While she’ll quite happily state that she’s Puerto Rican, she’s aware of the mix of races that make identity; her indigenous roots, her European/Spanish roots and her African roots.

Aelestri

‘Aelestri’ (an alias) - 29 - Male - 6′3 - Bisexual

So far Aele ‘s only human AU is the gang AU and so he’s only known by the alias he chose when picked up to work with V.

His parents hail from opposite sides of the world; his mother Korean and father Scottish. He was born in Korea where his parents lived while his father worked there, and when only a couple of years old, was moved with his family over to Scotland and then the USA. He speaks both Korean and English and naturally switches between language and accent. Aele prefers his Scottish accent and will most often be heard speaking with it since it tends to happen more naturally.

Faerylie

Fae Riley - 32 - Female - 6′1 - Pansexual/Questioning Lesbian

While there are some Mediterranean/European links in her ancestry, Fae is predominantly a white woman, born and raised in Southern California by an upper working class family who totally accepted everything their daughter wanted or grew up to be.

Both of her parents were born in the States, her father from Arizona and her mother from Washington. Fae’s father was a military man through and through and was the tougher cookie to get through to when it came to her coming out. Her mother was the one that claimed to have already known.

Caerthys

Caerys - 28 - Female - 5′11 - Ace/Poly/Pan

More often than not Caerthys is related to Ateyla via adoption and acts as a great big sister and role model. She speaks with her mother’s Welsh accent and can speak both Welsh and English fluently.

Klivvik

Kliv (alias) - 34 - NB - 5′0 - Ace/Demi

Klivvik is rarely portrayed in human AUs. They tend to go by their alias ‘Kliv’ and keep themself to themself.

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“It’s goo to finally meet you after hearing Caerys chirp about you so highly.”

Varyllis was elegance, wrapped in intimidation and tied neatly with a threatening air. Teyla couldn’t help a slow study from top to toe, wondering how this glamorous, hourglass bombshell had managed to reach such heights in the criminal underworld. Now wasn’t the time to ask though. Now was the handing over of a brown envelope full of cash and the promise of her personal, private bank account being filled with more soon.

“So what’s her deal?”

Caerys was sterilising some equipment as they talked, the new recruit asking every question that came to mind, quickly trying to learn the ins and outs of the new crew she worked with.

“Varyllis? Practically the Queen of this forsaken city. You don’t say a bad word about her round here without her knowing,” the medic tossed her gloves into the disposal, turning her attention to the medical storage that needed a good sort through, “Used to be the wife of one of the biggest Drug Lords in the country. Took her as a trophy, didn’t realise there were some sharp brains behind them beautiful curls. Bumped him off when she had her claws in enough of his business, made a lot of enemies along the way. Also made a lot of money and a lot of very powerful connections. And that’s why we’re here. Her inner circle, if you want.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

The medic chucked, “She’s on our side, don’t you worry.”

Teyla blew her first payload on gold. Golden jewelry, designer clothes, extortionately expensive heels. Just under half vanished on electrical equipment, technology for personal endeavors, interesting side projects who’s details still remained foggy to the others. Yet more on the height of fashion.

Everyone’s first payload vanished mysteriously and Caerys just chucked when she witnessed Teyla kitted out with arms full of shopping bags.

“Oh, you’re one of those.”

The new recruit grinned, setting her bags down and giving a twirl, showing off her latest outfit. The whistle of approval hadn’t come from Caerys though. Fae leaned across the kitchen counter, grinning from ear to ear, eyes running lazily down Teyla. 

“Someone just got paid,” she laughed giving an appreciative nod towards the shining gold that adorned her neck, ears and wrists, “I see we’ve got another one with expensive tastes.”

“Varyllis being the first,” interjected Caerys.

“Varyllis can afford it,” added Fae quickly, “And still have change for a couple of super cars. And that’s just in cash.”

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The internet goes out for 3 days and this is the rubbish I come up with /sigh

Dumb Fantasy AU.

Teyla Grey - Vampire

Inherited a title, keep and a small settlement when her sire wound up killed by a vampire hunter who had decided to come end his reign of tyranny. Surprisingly it seemed to be for the best; a young vampire looking to find her way in the world needed somewhere to stay and grow. Learning from her sire's mistakes she scrapped his cruel ways and started afresh. At first her people were naturally and rightfully worried, but soon, after multiple huge feasts, parties across town, meetings with the settlement's council and coming to a reasonable compromise on feeding, she became a respected Lord. In order to keep peace and not drink her town dry Teyla only requests human blood on a weekly basis, and only from healthy volunteers. In return for their generosity she'll assist them with their troubles often sharing wealth, medicine, food etc. For the rest of the week she pays the townsfolk to head out on a daily hunt and supply her with a fresh kill which she's happy to eat raw. The fresher the better.

Few times, when the occasional dire crime is committed by her people or outsiders, she'll take the criminal as a thrall, keeping them alive and using them as a continual food source. This isn't something the townsfolk or outsiders are privy to. All the locals know is that murderers and rapists and the worst of society go in and never come out. Outsiders seem to think that with a record breaking zero death penalties in the history of her reign that she's a soft ruler. Many aren't aware she's a vampire like her sire before her.

As a decent leader and more than likely the most powerful guarding force the settlement has, she's very wary of outsiders and aggressively protective. For all it's worth, her fairness to people doesn't extend beyond her walls. Teyla is quick to call suspicious visitors out and if they aren't recognised by the locals, summon them to her keep. Most are fine, just travelling through or lost. She feeds them, lets them rest and moves them along their way. Those with bad intentions tend to not leave.

Teyla's town is fairly wealthy, the residents are healthy and happy. The land is fertile, the crops sell well and the animals are well tended to. Crime is incredibly low. Unsurprisingly she barely brings any attention to herself from the vampire hunters as she avoids the trouble. But what with a few people missing in her area and rumours spreading that she is a vampire, the hunters have their curiosity piqued.

Fae - Dragonblood

Fae's linage runs all the way back to the ages of dragons which makes her a fairly rare breed in current times. Like her ancestors her skin is mostly covered in impenetrable scales. Her human blood has still given her some weak fleshy bits, but as natural selection works the scales she does have cover all of her human vulnerabilities making her incredibly difficult to kill and her kind infinitely valuable as warriors. Dragonbloods also inherited their ancestors' wisdom and can make great scholars and diplomats.

Fae unfortunately never really found much interest in any of her ancestors' innate gifts and wound up being somewhat of an infamous roamer. Sometimes she would take up mercenary jobs, earn some gold here and there, add it to her hoard. Dragonblood mercenaries being some of the best around. But in all she was never ambitious enough to make something of herself. As it goes, Fae's hobbies mostly revolved around 'kidnapping and eating maidens' and when accused of this in the village in which she'd finally been caught, she caused her own downfall by replying that 'she didn't kidnap them, but the rest is true' with a wink to the council. Not finding the joke particularly funny, Fae was sentenced to death for attempted murders, something which the local women she'd allegedly 'kidnapped' weren't pleased about and their husbands didn't seem to mind. Fae attended multiple of her own public executions; hanging, beheading, burning at the stake. In fact the village made quite a scene and attracted the attention of a local organisation. After the village council had finished making a fool of themselves, when the organisation said they'd take Fae off their hands and put her to good use they simply turned her over and swore to forget about the troublesome Dragonblood. They'd only said they were a religious organisation, much to Fae's dismay. They failed to mention being vampire hunters until she was within their walls which was infinitely cooler.

The head of the organisation was a dreary old fellow and he did as he promised, putting the Dragonblood to good use. Very strict, especially about letting the Dragon anywhere near local women so it didn't come to much of a surprise when he sent her on a reconnaissance mission to a nearby town ruled over by a new Vampire Lord to keep her busy.

Caerthys, Klivvik and Phenriel - Woodland Folk

Surrounding Teyla's settlement lies a vibrant forest full of wildlife, flora and fauna making it very secluded. The woods itself is ruled over by an ancient forest spirit, Phenriel. She's something of a mystery and rarely shows herself, especially not in the same form. More often than not she is the leaves and wind and water, eyes and ears all over the first. Other times she manifests as a humanoid of wood and bark, leaves and flowers. Few have directly communicated with her, but the local hunters pray and make offerings to her regularly. The forest spirit is specifically a local deity, often included in their daily worship and they extend their harvest prayers out to her as well.

For the days when Phenriel wants to spend her time in nature, she has her accomplices. 

Caerthys is a young forest spirit in comparison, only learning the magic and knowledge that her teacher has known for ages. She studies under the watchful eyes of Phenriel so that she can become a guardian of the woods too. Klivvik is another forest spirit, much older than Caerthys but still young compared to Phenriel. They manifest them self as a Jackelope spirit. While still under the care of the forest spirit herself, Klivvik is a guardian in their own right, defending the forest at all times and caring for it's wildlife. They and Caerthys are inseparable and often make runs into the town to use their magic and spread Phenriel's own magic.

The woodland trinity often speak with the vampire Lord and give her council for her people. Although the different magics do not mix, the forest folk and the vampire are close and look out for each other where they must, keeping the hunt alive and keeping the people happy and troublemakers out.

(Julieta) Varyllis - Werewolf

The beautiful trophy wife of a local Lord who she has no intention of letting live for too long. She's a morally conflicted person with one side that tries to be decent and the other that is her werewolf. The maniacal, blood-lusting beast. Her husband is completely aware of her magical affliction and uses her as a deterrent for criminals and warmongers. She's not fond of it. 

When the full moon rises and she loses control of her ability to change back to her human self, she heads into the forests to seclude herself. She has a connection with the forest spirits who help her through her difficult changes and try to keep her under control until the full moon passes.

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“What would she be doing looking for assistance on magic anyway?”

Caerthys rolled her eyes for the hundredth time at hearing yet another question on the mysterious new Sylvari about the Priory. Not a sour eye roll, as the grin plastered across her face said way more.

“She’s heavily armored, she came from the Vigil. She looks like a warrior, Caer. What does a warrior need knowledge on magic for?”

The warrior herself turned towards the desk pouting, “We have interests aside from swords and hitting things with swords, Teyla. Goodness.”

The necromancer was suitably silenced, bowing her head quickly in embarrassment. With a laugh the elder left the bookshelves and perched against the desk, “Sometimes we hit things with axes too.”

There it was. She suppressed her laugh quickly, looking back up again.

And once again the warrior caught her avert her eyes from the door and whipped her gaze around to meet that of the Sylvari at the door.

“Fae! You found us. Come in,” the warrior hopped up from the desk, gesturing to the chair in front of her, “We must’ve missed you knock.”

“Oh, not at all. I didn’t want to interrupt,” she replied with a small smile.

Ateyla stopped herself noting that the new Sylvari was surprisingly well built under her heavy armor and the civilian clothes she wore were completely flattering.

She didn’t notice that at all.

“Well!” Caerthys broke the silence with a clap of her hands and the exclamation on noticing the necromancer staring, “I’ll leave you two to figure out all this bookworm stuff.”

“Caerth-”

“Have fun!”

The click of the door shutting was audible in the silence, Faerylie’s head turned towards the exit, Ateyla’s staring at a point on the other Sylvari’s neck...shoulder...somewhere just behind her.

“She seemed to be in a hurry.”

Ateyla took a second to register the comment before nodding quickly, “Today is her sparring day with Klivvik and Tasia.”

She seemed to bob her head in understanding, “I’m not distracting you from something important am I, Magister?”

“Not at all. You said you needed some help with something magical in nature. Honestly, I’m curious. What can I do for you?”

Faerylie seemed to hesitate, pursing her lips while deep in thought. Something seemed to click and she opened her mouth to form the words, stopping short every so often, “Wh- Are you a Dreamer?”

“I’d call myself more Soundless these days. Why?”

She sighed, “So you know the normal kind of feelings and voices Dreamers get. You’d understand if you started hearing and feelings...different presences.”

The necromancer made a gesture for her to continue, a small hand wave in her direction.

“Well, I have. I’ve never been a very good Dreamer. Never rejected the Pale Mother’s teachings but I never deliberately stayed within her protection. I know the feelings but this is...different. I think I ‘communicated’ with Ventari.”

Ateyla’s hands came to rest on the desk firmly, eyes widening, “Mmhm. Ventari. The centaur.”

“Yeah, I know it sound ridiculous. I had a moment with Ventari. There’s another one too, one I don’t recognise. And Glint, the rogue Champion of Kralkatorrik. I felt them. Like I feel the Dream except much stronger.”

She really wanted to say she could help out, give some advice to the Sylvari, but in reality this sounded completely new to her too.

“Have you tried...communicating with them? However you would,” Ateyla took a breath, “Aren’t they all dead?”

Faerylie looked briefly startled, “They are.”

“Have you tried visiting the Mists to get a better grasp on them? Finding out why they’re there for you?”

Again, she looked thoughtful.

“Look, Magister. I’m not familiar with all this magical stuff. I’m a warrior and I’ve been a warrior all my life. To be quite honest...I’m not sure I want to go anywhere near the Mists.” Her eyes closed firmly, “But they don’t stop talking. Ok. Tell me more about this and you’re going to have to escort me there.”

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Well...

That certainly was curious.

She’d definitely seen it plain as the noon sun, despite being caught unawares. The young Necromancer plodding beside had her attention drawn - and not subtly - towards a heavily armored Sylvari woman, helm tucked beneath her arm as she browsed the Archive shelves. Caerthys waited for her head to turn back and towards herself, startled.

“Who’s that, Blossom?”

A deep gold blush had quickly spread across her face and down her neck causing the warrior to chuckle. With a wave, the necromancer silently dismissed the question, but Caerthys nudged her playfully.

“I-I don’t know.”

A sound of satisfaction left the elder’s mouth before she took her own look over at the figure who was now reaching for some books on a higher shelf. Ateyla had decided to plaster her vision on the ground in front of her, but the obvious flickering of her eyes towards the armored woman could still be caught.

“This isn’t happening,” she grumbled under her breath, hands coming up to cover her face, “Thorns, this is not happening now.”

“Looks like it is, Blossom.”

“Caerthys, please.”

The warrior was already on her feet, off towards the mystery Sylvari before she could even react. She reached outwards, hoping to catch onto a piece of armor, to stop her mentor from doing something silly, but she missed and her arms thudded loudly on the desk they’d perched at. 

Not before turning back and pulling a face at her Sapling, Caerthys leaned playfully into the stranger’s view, grinning broadly.

Brambles how she wished she could hear what Caerthys was saying.

Probably could have read her lips.

But thorns, brambles, prickles and vines she was distracted by that face.

Too distracted apparently, because as she decided to take her leave and escape that face was facing her and Caerthys was beckoning her over and Spirits, Gods, Pale Mother she was coming over.

She was going to faint.

“Magister Grey, this is Faerylie, transferred to the Priory from the Vigil recently. She’s interested in certain magic. I said you could help her research.”

Ateyla’s mouth opened and she blinked a few times. And then this Faerylie laughed and there was no hope. She was tall. She was carrying a big hammer on her back. She had books. Ateyla gripped the edge of the desk a little.

“Yes. Probably could,” she spluttered out hopelessly.

“Your friend here spoke pretty highly of you too. A lot of practice and experience in various magical paths.”

Caerthys’ grin was wicked and the necromancer swallowed hard, attempting to regain her composure.

“Mostly necromancy but...” a moment was needed to gather her thoughts away from how nice this Sylvari...was. All over, “But I’m sure I can be of assistance?”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Faerylie replied with a smile, and Ateyla couldn’t help but hope that maybe, perhaps, it was just a little tiny bit suggestive, “But I have to finish some registration with the Steward. Where can I find you later?”

What? “Yes,” Ateyla shook her head a little, trying to ignore Caerthys laugh, “Apologies, I spend most of my time down here,” she gestured lightly to the office in the corner, other hand still propping her up on the desk, “Just drop on by. Any time.”

“Any time. Alright. Thanks for your help, Magister Grey.”

There was a moment of silence. Caerthys politely held her laughter until the other was out of ear shot, Ateyla taking a moment to watch her walk away and catch herself, turning sharply towards Caerthys and frowning.

Before a word could leave either of their mouths, a sharp cough sounded behind them and an amuse Klivvik leaned in.

“That looked like an interesting encounter.”

“How much did you see?”

The elementalist grinned toothily, “Oh just all of it.”