he had a halo of the highest grade , he just hadn't met me yet . they shook their heads , saying " god help her " when i told them he's my man . but your good lord didn't need to lift a finger , i can fix him , no really i can . woah , maybe i can't .
𝐈 , application .
( theo james / 41 / he, him ) — it’s been a while since we’ve seen dimitri hightower in the shadow world. the shadowhunter resides in new york and reminds us of burnt matchsticks, unanswered texts and half finished mugs of coffee. rumor has it that they might have a connection to the clave as inquisitor and head of the new york institute, but only time will tell where their loyalties really lie. until then, only one thing is certain : the descent into hell will be easy for the unbreakable.
notable facts . . . his runes are on full display , are sign of pride . if a mundane questioned him about them , he would explain that they are tattoos .
𝐕 , relatives .
parents . . . tba .
siblings . . . tba .
familiar connections . . . tba .
pets . . . none .
𝐕𝐈 , biography .
Dimitri was born into a noble shadowhunter family that always prioritized their duties. His parents served the clave dutifully, at least until the Circle began to rise. Mr. Hightower believed in Valentine Morgenstern and while Mrs. Hightower had her hesitations, she chose her husband and followed suit. Being raised by shadowhunter elitists did not just entail merciless training. It shaped Dimitri's beliefs and his distaste in the downworlders — creatures that could not seem to change and follow the simplest rules: Protect mundanes.
After the fall of the Circle, the Hightowers attempted to avoid punishment. They began to make deals with the clave, while Dimitri himself worked hard to prove his worth. He accepted each task that was offered to him and fulfilled it with success.
Until a normal day turned horribly wrong. The lives that were lost in a short few hours sent him spiraling and Dimitri found himself with the Silent Brothers for months on end as they tried to heal his broken soul. They deemed him fit enough to return shortly before Idris was attacked, which only added to the darkness that began to grow inside him. Dimitri fought to protect the home of the shadowhunters and he fought to rebuild it ever since.
His election as inquisitor is recent. With no one daring to lead the clave, he believes that he can make an actual difference. Restore Idris in its glory and rearrange the accords, that are meant to ensure harmony between each world. Yet, his hatred for the downworlders lingers and that is bound to complicate things, isn't it ?
𝐕𝐈𝐈 , wanted connections .
familiar . . . siblings , cousins .
romantic . . . former partners , flings .
platonic . . . his trusted inner circle , members of the clave and the council , friends , his parabatai .
( dilraba dilmurat, ????, they/them ) we opened the gates to the seelie court for azra il and we are curious to see how the horseman of death, that is often described as the warm winter, will contribute to the new era ━ are they the hunter, or are they the prey? we will find our answers in due time and until then, we hope that they can keep their little secret from getting exposed. it could be dangerous if everyone knew what we know… (blue, he/him, 20, est)
O DEATH, YOUR EVER REACHING HANDS AROUND THEIR NECK ! shapeless, a wisp of fate, they are weaved and sewn into being by claws far more familiar with destruction. the world stretches out, hazy against the miasma of the void they have been sculpted from, each blink dissolves the caul a little more.
they are called four at first, the fourth reaper to be formed from the marrow of death, were shapeless before they were given purpose; and what a purpose it was; tending the line between life and death.
their competence is clear the moment they slip out from the shadow of the horseman’s coattails. something clicks, the first time they meet eyes with a mortal, they seem to know instinctively which edges to smooth and which to sharpen. it is rare that a soul does not walk willingly with them. their tongue drips silver.
but it is inevitable that a creature would run eventually, mortals were weak but that did not stop them from bearing teeth and scratching all the way down. with a fell swoop that scythe ends all cut clean through an errant ghost and takes azra with it. they plunge into that which they had been borne of, and like the undergrowth of a forest it eats away at them until they are fully reincorporated into the waves.
they are nothing, and everything; a thick, imperceivable blanket of ash that covered the entire world, inhaled into lungs and caught beneath fingernails. their sense of self refuses to unmoor itself, has to be torn clean out like the spine of a prized fish.
death reached out and dragged them back by throat. barely a whisper had passed but azra, as they are crowned by the horseman, had felt time, which had been incomprehensible before, slow to a crawl before ceasing entirely.
they trail behind the horseman after that, imbued with more strength than average, one of many to be doted on and prepared just in case. they watched another cede to the role, watched carefully for any signs of fate tearing and cracking, lest they have to wield the scythe as it’s owner in the future.
and they did.
BLUE NOTES !
hi im blue!! im gna be writing death/azra!!! they’re somewhat aloof but not cold. they are fond of mortals and especially humans, they have a soft spot after corralling them into the afterlife since they were created… they see them with a parental sort of outlook. with immortals, especially ones that are capable of being reaped with the scythe, they adopt a more respectful and almost… unassuming demeanor.
they avoid touch at all cost, they wear gloves and typically also thick sweaters, jackets or capes. they’re not afraid to be associated with. well. the dreary side of death, so they typically wear black, tan and red. they’re fond of furs and skulls, old wine and tea. their home gives off the vibe of an old tea shop. they prefer cold weather, thick snow and ice is their favourite. their favourite fruit is persimmon, their favourite music genre is alt rock. they own gucci slides so prepare to face death in socks and sandals tbh.
( KATIE MCGRATH, 35, SHE/HER ) We opened the gates to the seelie court for LECIA FINN and we are curious to see how the WARLOCK, that is often described as the haunted will contribute to the new era ━ are they the hunter, or are they the prey? We will find our answers in due time and until then, we hope that they can keep their little secret from getting exposed. It could be dangerous if everyone knew what we know… (Alanna, She/Her, 27, GMT)
Name: Lecia Finn
Age: 35
Species: Warlock
Family: Father (human),Step-mother (warlock),younger sister (warlock),and Estranged Mother (demon)
Prounouns: She/her
Sexuality: Pansexual/Panromantic
Place of Birth: Ireland
Tw: Bullying (if I need to add more let me know)
Lecia was born in Ireland,however she couldn’t remember what part as her family had moved around the country alot when she was a child. One thing that she did know was she was born from a relationship between her human father and her demon mother much like her younger sister four years later. Both her and her sister inherited their mothers demonic eyes,something they learned how to mask around others
She always believed that her mother loved bother her father and her and her sister, but that didn’t seem to last. One morning she had woken up to find that she was gone, no reasoning or even a note. She was too young at the time,only five, to realise that she had fallen out of love with them all,only finding out years later that she wanted to leave regardless of the effects it had on the family.
Lecia watched her father try and move on and it seemed like the perfect person walked into their lives. His soon to be next wife was like her, a warlock and she was over the moon to have somebody to help her out with learning her magic as she had no idea where to start with such a thing.
She continued to live a slightly normal life with school and practising her magic,but it seemed like she was the mark for the bully in her school who made her life a living hell doing anything and everything she could possibly think of to get under Lecia’s skin. However she didn’t give in to the urge to cast a spell on her and endured it,mainly keeping to herself, finding a love for reading and art. She did have her friends growing up and still stayed close to them in her life.
In her twenties, after attending college, she fell in love with somebody she couldn’t get off her mind. Although she had romantic relationships through her college years, she felt different, like they were meant to be together.
They were together a few years when he proposed to her and it was a week before her wedding day that she realised that she couldn’t go through with it,not at that moment. So she talked to him about postponing it but instead he left her feeling like she didn’t love him but she did
She put it in the back of her mind, continuing to work hard at both her job at an antique store and at her magic doing her best to use it to help herself and others when she could.
Currently
Lecia was quite shocked at first when she was pulled into the Seelie Court as it was quite sudden.
She is aware that her family are in the court but she hasn’t found them and is determined to find them.
She has found that her favourite places are the The Library and the Alley Cafe.
(dove cameron, unknown, she/her) we opened the gates to the seelie court for anastasia de’medici and we are curious to see how the witch-demon, which is often described as the guarded dove, will contribute to the new era ━ will they stand with the clave, or against them? we will find our answers in due time and until then, we hope that they can keep their little secret from getting exposed. it could be dangerous if everyone knew what we know… (psd & template)
ωҽƖƈօɱҽ ąղąʂƭąʂíą ɗҽ'ɱҽɗíƈí ƭօ ƭɦҽ ʂҽҽƖíҽ ɾҽąƖɱ
BEFORE SEELIE COURT:
you would believe that being born on an island would the most amazing start in life. for anastasia it was. growing up a seemingly dormant volcano on an island off the coast of greece. they were surrounded by other witches. spell casters. many different types of beings in magical ways. including dragons. while their family has a mix of species her eldest sister vasilkaera, the twins as they were known in the family, were born with the magic of dragons in their veins. when anastasia was old enough to understand the difference in their magic it brought her closer to her sister. she was her idol in a lot of ways. vala spoke her mind. she was always in charge. even when it came to their mother. vala in some ways was more like a mother than a sister.
their relationship changed the night their town burnt down. they had spent years doing everything they could to protect their town. their home. so see it burn. it caused pain, unlike anything that ana had felt before. doing what she could to stop the flame with whatever magic she could. that was when she saw her. vasilkaera. it was her. turning against their own kind. their people. their family. their brother assisting with the destruction of their home. it left her heart shattered. the way her own sister could do that to them. once vala had run away that was when anastasia had made the decision to stay. picking up the piece of what life they had life. the next couple of hundred years were spent rebuilding what her own sister destroyed.
after spending centuries establishing what her sister had torn apart anastasia decided to branch out. move to where they land and people were growing. she had always been curious about mundane people. other species around them. it was not long before finding italy. becoming a lady in waiting for illyria pazzi. it was fun for a while. there was talk of marriage. she can remember the way they spoke about the ceremony before it even happened. at first, anastasia didn’t pay much mind to it. illyria would marry, they would move to italy and that was their next destination. yet things changed far quicker than she imagined so.
she decided to call home quickly. it was magnificent. the people were kind. the countryside was so.. delightful. but even with all, italy had to offer there was nothing as beautiful as the prince himself. cosimo de’medici. the moment her eyes laid upon his figure there was an attraction she had never felt before. all it took was one conversation and there were butterflies in her stomach like she never felt before. no matter how dedicated she was to illyria it wasn’t the same with cosimo. their affair was quickly turned into more as he made her his official mistress. their marriage has been built upon the forming of nations. what anastasia and cosimo had were different. to ana it proved itself by blessing them with a child when she announced she was pregnant to him.
the daughter of an archangel was nothing heard of yet. aurora made her way into this world with cosimo by their side every step of the way. they were going to leave italy. leave this life behind. they had another person to focus on. anastasia was patient. they had not spent much time apart but he had to do what they thought was right. she knew that cosimo would make sure their life was perfect. she didn’t mind. as long as she was with him. their happiness as a family was short-lived as cosimo received the news his mother fell ill. he needed to see her. ana encouraged him to go. they would be fine here. anstasia supported his decision and even stayed with his sister camilla. it would not be long until he saw them again. days passed as cosimo disappeared and all hell broke loose in the house of the me’dici. no matter how hard they fought and attempted to protect aurora daughter was destroyed. she did everything to protect her. yet ana couldn’t do enough. heartbroken and in agony camilla and herself gave up their humanity to become demons. without a soul, anastasia knew that she could be with her daughter. even if it was only by the empty. she thought that one-day cosimo could find them.
giving her soul to be with their daughter. meant they were inseparable again. even in death. centuries went by. but ana had her. that was until the bright light of the world came down upon her. the next time her eyes opened. she was no longer staring at her daughter. they were gazing towards a mismatched pair of eyes. with the most beautiful blonde hair. cosimo.
THE CURRENT SITUATION:
the moment she had gained her freedom from the empty things felt as if no time had passed. cosimo was still her everything. he didn’t forget her. he brought her back. her first thoughts were of aurora but he promised. they were going to get her back. they would both be home in time. after rekindling their relationship things took longer than they planned. before they could even bring aurora home they brought a second child into the world. isabella. she was stunning yet the desire to bring aurora home grew even more desperate. cosimo could see the hurt in her eyes even without saying anything. she missed their daughter. it was not long before arriving in the seelie court that they were finally able to resurrect aurora. they brought their daughter home. both girls were close in age when they finally brought aurora back into the world. they were finally able to grow together. be together. all four of them. she was happy. cosimo seemed happy. with their recent arrival at the seelie court, anastasia is scared of the idea of history repeating itself. she did her best to hide her growing belly from anyone outside of her husband. yet before long, they welcomed their third child into the world. liam.
name ; vasilkaera
age ; she never kept track
birthday ; unknown
nationality ; none , technically , but she’ll claim spain
species ; dragon
gender ; female
orientation ; demisexual & demiromantic
occupation ; baker / cake decorator
home ; seville , spain
accent ; russian, sometimes spanish pops in
languages ; russian , spanish , catalan , ancient greek , ukrainian , bulgarian , portuguese , english, various others
height ; 176cm
BIOGRAPHY ;
Vala and her siblings were born when a seemingly dormant volcano located on an island off the coast of Greece nearly erupted. The majority of the people who lived on the island were supernatural, who controlled everything from the weather to who was allowed onto the island. The population consisted mainly of witches, but there were a few others. The eldest of the witches, the coven leader, was the one to discover the dragons, and she adopted the small nest as her own children.
She and her coven raised the dragons to protect the island, and kept them from the knowledge that other dragons abducted virgins in search of the mother of monsters. Even so, when the dragons were old enough to learn, they didn’t hold any interest. Vasilkaera and Vitalaeryss were born from the same egg, swirled in silver and gold. They were nicknamed Vassiliki and Vitalis by their mother, so they could blend in with humans.
As a dragon, vala was black with silver scales peaking out, and her twin mirrored her, but in gold. they were inseparable. They were never found apart. They protected the island, the way they’d been raised to, and the island became known even among humans as being difficult to reach, because anything unexpected was seen as a threat, and the dragons didn’t allow ships passage. To humans, it was a difficult ocean, leaving sailors drowned, ships on fire.
Vala helped to raise their witch “siblings”. The children of the coven leader, Vala’s adoptive mother, had children, and Vala was particularly close to Anastasia and Anthalaena. They may have been considered siblings, but both were like daughters to her, the only people Vala had ever considered so, even if their mother refused to leave Vala alone with the children when they were very young. She would have given her life to protect Ana and Thalia, tore apart anyone perceived as a threat to the island, to keep them from harm.
To Vala, family was everything. And she knew that her twin did it for her, had never been as close to their witches as she was. He stood by every decision she made, from sinking a ship that came too close to ripping their family apart when she was threatened.
But one day, the elders of the witches, led by vala’s mother, threatened to put Vala into a hibernation. The plan was to use Vala as an example, believing she’d never change. The others would either cease the destruction they wreaked against strangers, the mainland, and anyone else perceived as a threat to the island, or they’d suffer the same fate. None of them ever did, though.
Vala was warned by Thalia, who was barely an adult, who had overheard their mother’s plans. Vala reacted exactly how the witches expected. She did try to reason with her mother . But when her pleas fell on deaf ears, she and vik went after those who threatened them, once the spell began. They’d never truly intended to kill everyone.
They just hadn’t really expected the majority of their family and those they’d grown up with to side with their mother without even questioning why the twins would suddenly turn on their island, on their family. Their mother killed Thalia to distract Vala, thinking the distraction would be enough to complete the spell. It distracted her, but once she confirmed her sister was gone, Vala was the one to kill their mother. She will never live without the image of her mother’s head ripping from her shoulders by her own hands.
The only one to stick by vala after that was her twin. The island they’d called home was destroyed, and so were the majority of their family. The island still stands, and could be inhabited now, but everything already there was burnt to the ground that night.
They buried Thalia in what’s now Budapest. Vala had to be dragged away from her sister’s grave by her twin after sitting there covered in dirt and blood for three days. They travelled for a long time after, still leaving destruction in their wake, since it was all they really knew. The first time they saw snow, Vala assumed it was their mother, returned from the dead using this cold substance to get her revenge against Vala and Vik.
But in time, they grew more careful, especially once the shadowhunters began to pay more attention to them. They became a legend, the twin dragons, one with silver scales, the other with gold. But no one ever found them. Other dragons, maybe, but to everyone else, the twin dragons were a myth. And when they did run into other dragons, they never stuck around long. They had no interest in kidnapping, and they didn’t really care whether the mother of monsters was brought back. They even contributed to damages caused to that cause, on occasion. Usually by accident, though.
They settled in Russia and Bulgaria for some time, but eventually decided to stay in Spain, where it was warmer. They picked the largest, most open place they could, so they could stretch. As humans, they went by Vasilisa Petrovna & Vitaliy Petrovich in Russia and Vasilka Petrova & Viktor Petrov in Bulgaria, and they kept those names in Spain, at first, pretending to be travellers from Russia. And Vala was the nickname her brother gave her.
She and Vik got into a fight over her refusal to branch out, make friends, be nice to his friends, a couple hundred years ago. They split up and it was the hardest thing, for Vala. She got Spain, Vik got his friends. He’d always been more outgoing, more sociable. She just wanted to hang out with him. She didn’t realise how lonely she’d be without him, until he was gone.
She assumed he’d return to her. But he didn’t. Vala lived in spain from the day they moved there until she went a couple hundred years and Vik didn’t return. She had taken up baking as a passtime, and agreed to open a bakery with a Seelie she met, and her warlock friend. Her partnership with Zinnia and Hayate evolved into a tentative friendship, but it only works because Zinnia and Hayate don’t push Vala to be nice to anyone. They put up with her, and in the end, they barely know anything about her.
They eventually convinced Vala to open another location in Hayate’s hometown of Nara, Japan, when she realised Vik may not return to her. They still kept her from the front of house, knowing she had little patience for customer interactions, and kept her mainly on the decorating side of things. Once the bakeries were established, though, Vala fell out of her routines. She grew bored, and she stopped showing up daily, instead showing up to work only when she felt like it, or when Zinnia nagged her.
It was when she was pulled into the Seelie Realm, that she felt she had found a place she was meant to be. She could be herself, no worries of humans finding her. Those who knew which dragon she was didn’t seem to want the conflict of exposing her. She took residency in the Queen’s guest castle, liking the altitude and being able to look out at the realm. It also had the added bonus that most left her alone, since it wasn’t exactly convenient to visit. Because she was allowed to do so, she did her best to be kind to Auraline, and grew to consider the Seelie as a friend. While she never fit well into the human world, finding somewhere she fits so well, she would defend the Seelie Realm against anything, now she’s grown attached.
The Seelie Realm reunited her with her twin, and it brought her friends like Julian, Violet, Brianna and Amelia, Francesca, Darcy, Camila, and Zaira. It’s brought her together with her old friend, Genevieve. It brought her back together with her sister, Anastasia, and in turn, it gave her back her family. Even if Anastasia never seemed to want her back in her family, Vala has gained her nieces and nephew, and Cosimo.
When it was nearly destroyed, she fought for it, tried to protect it. She was devastated at its destruction, though she’s thankful it wasn’t completely destroyed. She’s done what she can to help rebuild what’s been damaged. She’d befriended a seelie — a girl who was a barista in the Alley Café — and her bartender brother, and she's helped them with rebuilding their homes.
Despite still spending most days in the Seelie Realm helping her friends, she’s moved out of the guest castle, temporarily. It felt too hard to keep her head in place, and since her twin and Julian both were returning to New York. So she moved in with Julian, when he offered to allow her to stay with him. Being with him, with him knowing everything about her past, makes her feel far safer than she’s felt in a long time.
( SAMARA WEAVING, UNKNOWN, SHE/HER ) We opened the gates to the seelie court for CAMILLA DE' MEDICI and we are curious to see how the DEMON ( PRINCESS OF HELL ), that is often described as the halcyon, will contribute to the new era ━ are they the hunter, the prey ; or are they just here to search for Cosimo de' Medici, their twin brother? We will find our answers in due time and until then, we hope that they can keep their little secret from getting exposed. It could be dangerous if everyone knew what we know… ( sab, she/her, 23, gmt+2 )
STATS .
( taken ) name : camilla de’ medici .
age : unknown ( stopped counting a long time ago ) .
birthday : july 3 .
nationality : n.a. / italian .
species : demon ( princess of hell / formerly angel ) .
gender : non-binary woman .
orientation : pansexual & panromantic .
religion : formerly catholic .
moral alignment : lawful neutral .
occupation : princess of italy / trained seamstress .
location : cosimo de’ medici’s mansion .
PERSONALITY .
open, caring, compassionate. she was always a little more ... humane than most of her siblings. her deep fascination with everything living and moving and changing extended to humanity - from the moment she first came to earth ( still an angel then, and naively hopeful ) she had a sort of natural charm, always appearing approachable, friendly, and optimistic. while none of that changed, and she is usually genuine in all her feelings, there is a spark of calculation , at times - she’s seen too much of the world to simply accept things at face value anymore.
loyal to a fault. those she considers family are her everything, and she’d do anything to keep them safe. camilla generally strives for compromise and peace, for the sole reason that she’s tired of the fighting and the conflicts and the sorrows she witnessed in hell, but when the people she loves are concerned, all bets are off. whatever they need, she will provide — at whatever cost.
vindictive. it is hard to loose her good opinion ( or amused tolerance, as it may stand ) but once someone does, they are in serious trouble . although she barely showcases her demonic powers, she does know how to use them - and to mess with a princess of hell is, quite possibly, one of the worst mistakes one could make. it takes a lot to get her going, but when she does, she’s easily lost in violence. ( a touch of hell-ish insanity is hard to hide when it comes in so handy in certain situations. )
free-spirited. spurns rules and regulations; and bounds of any sort. likes travelling, moving, discovering, trying out new things. incredibly curious about anything and everything and reacts with wholehearted attempts and a humorous ‘ watch me ’ at someone telling her ‘ you can’t ’ .
perfectionist with a limited attention span; she has long since stopped trying to wrestle her mind into any sense of order, and tends to give in to impulses rather quickly. usually, they’re positive ones - new projects, interests, ideas - and it frustrates her a little when she cannot seem to finish any of them to her liking. it makes for ... interesting situations, however, when she does work for hell.
SKILLS .
trained ( and talented ) seamstress. her interest in clothing - and not just wearing, but making it - comes from that leftover angelic urge to create , she thinks. it started when cosimo and her were taken in by teresa; the woman was of the opinion that a princess needed to have certain skills, and after starting with embroidery, camilla quickly became interested in and learned the other aspects of the trade, and the hobby has remained with her since.
pianist. another one of these skills teresa so valued was musical proficiency . her singing, in their society’s general opinion, is no good ( not that she cares; she’ll sing as loudly and falsely as she wants if it brings her joy, thank you very much ) and she never quite got the hang of string instruments, but she managed to turn into a passable pianist. then again, centuries of practice will do that.
good mediator. ( when she wants to be. )
demonic powers. elevated strength, speed, and agility; possession, levitation, teleportation, and the lot. as she’s a princess of hell, her abilities are much stronger than those of normal demons, although she ranks on the lower end when compared with her immediate siblings, as she does not practice as much and hasn’t in centuries. her powers manifest mainly more defensive aspects, and she has an affinity for telekinesis ( as that is something she actually uses regularly for convenience ) , making her able to manipulate a large amount of objects or people at once and with surprising precision.
BIO .
they barely remember their creation. there was light , as it is said, and from nothing they became something ; one thing among many. heaven was home, and that was enough ( for a time ) , and they were one with their siblings ( until they weren’t ) . their fledgling days are a blur, now ; only a few memories stand out. cosimo and his tales of earth ; their strive for making , for being ; reprimands, restrictions, rules ; their other brothers’ annoyance - then anger - then fury - with all of it.
falling is much clearer in their mind ; mainly because it hurt . worth it , they told themselves as their wings burned up and their grace shattered and split and warped itself into something else somewhere between heaven and hell. they left, less out of malice than curiosity ; for the need to see, and to become , to be more than heaven’s meticulously directed hand. corruption , they knew their siblings called it. freedom , they whispered as they stretched into their new form, beyond what god intended.
except they weren’t free , not really ; there was a price for everything, even becoming . hell was ... much the same as heaven, they found, except viewed through a mirror. the humanity they idolized sold themselves out, but despite sharing their sibling’s curiosity to see just how far they could turn, hell’s work held little joy for them. they did not want to see the result - they wanted the process . they wanted life .
rising , in turn, was much easier given their position, they remember. at one point they simply left for an assigned task and didn’t come back - creeping through the cracks of the world, looking for ... something .
demon’s didn’t have true vessels , she knew from those who frequented earth ; but whatever was left of her grace, twisted though it might have been, recognized something in the girl. or maybe it was something around her - it mattered little when they took possession of the body. they were surprised, though, to reconcile that much with her - they felt her fear, her recent loss, her remaining love for a brother long gone ; a brother they now recognized as their own. they didn’t even need to lie to swear they would protect him above all else before the girl let go.
she became camilla . after recognizing cosimo’s grace in her vessel’s twin brother, her decision to remain on earth became final. it wasn’t just her promise to the girl ; she’d missed her brother more than any of her other siblings, and he welcomed her to his side with open arms, accepted her more than heaven or hell ever had. for the first time since creation, she felt ... whole . human. like she had choices ; had the freedom to choose a home.
eventually , they ended up in italy, being ‘ adopted ’ , of sorts, by the ruling family. the situation never ceased to amuse her, but she liked teresa well enough ( it felt interesting, being mothered ) and being once again styled ‘ princess ’ opened the doors for a myriad of new experiences. this was precicely the joy of life she had always craved. ( and if hell came a’knocking, no one forced her to open the door. )
things took a turn when cosimo decided to get married and fell in love - unfortunately in the wrong order, she thought then. illyria was … a special case. camilla didn’t particularly care for political marriages ( the trend of the decade was romance and she’d read far too many novels on the subject ) but her brother seemed open enough to the idea. so for his sake, camilla made an effort to befriend her; she was intrigued by the dragon and enjoyed her company with others, but they never quite became confidantes - camilla bemourned her brothers’ heart too much.
when instead , he fell in love with one of illyria’s ladies, she was ecstatic - this was what was meant to be. anastasia makes him happy, and so camilla is happy, too ; conversation was so much easier with her, and camilla came to love her like a sister and did everything to make her feel comfortable and supported in her new position as mistress - especially with a child on the way.
who could have expected neglecting illyria could have such dramatic consequences?
good things burn as good things do , and when cosimo was called back to heaven, something didn’t sit right with her. that fear was validated soon after when ana and aurora were attacked ; and with no way of knowing when cosimo would get back, she did what she could to help them. ( it wasn’t much. it, arguably, might have made things worse ; but it was the best option at the time. the only option. )
when she heard from heaven next , however, it wasn’t from cosimo, but someone else , with a very clear message. furious as it made her, she accepted the offered deal ; but she’d never hated heaven more than the day cosimo returned with memories altered and something ... missing. she lied and laughed and tried to make up for forgotten happiness as much as she could ; as much as was possible without raising suspicion ; attempting to return to some form of normalcy.
CURRENT SITUATION .
centuries later , with cosimo’s memories recovered and his family returned to earth safe and sound, they finally found some semblance of peace. camilla tries not to dwell on the past, but her role in all of it weighs heavy on her heart.
now, while they are ... mostly stable in the fae realm, she tries to keep a low profile ( fearing the past eventually catching up ) although she grows more and more antsy being stuck in the same place for so long.
she’s offered her services as a seamstress, working from a little house in the village of spring ; it’s a nice way to stay occupied and keep an eye on new arrivals and the general talk of the town.
IDEAS FOR CONNECTIONS / PLOTS .
LOVED AND LOST : camilla loves to love. she gets along easily with just about anyone ( if she wants to ) and collects hearts like other girls do necklaces - but she’s just as likely to give her own away. most of her relationships over the centuries have ended amicably, simply due to growing apart. her one and only engagement is the notable exception to this.
→ WANTED CONNECTION POST : ex-fiancé
BLOOD OF THE COVENANT : throughout her life, she’s abandoned both heaven and hell, and while she still holds some affection for her siblings , she’s stopped hoping for a friendly reception. besides that, she’s angry at heaven and hiding from hell, so that should make for some interesting dynamics.
BAD MOON RISING : as a princess of hell, she was directly involved with creating more demons. i’d love to explore a connection to someone she met in hell and/or screwed with on earth!
any kind of relationship, really: platonic, romantic, antagonistic. whatever shennanigans you can imagine!
hi all, i’m sab and this is my chaotic friendly-ish demon babe. i’m also writing darcy, who you can find over here . if you’re interested in talking / plotting / just starting a thread based off of these ideas, hmu!! i’m always up to chat!
( NADIA HILKER, 254, SHE/HER ) We opened the gates to the seelie court for GENEVIEVE LENOIR and we are curious to see how the VAMPIRE, that is often described as the tempest, will contribute to the new era ━ are they the hunter, or are they the prey? We will find our answers in due time and until then, we hope that they can keep their little secret from getting exposed. It could be dangerous if everyone knew what we know…
FULL NAME: genevieve lenoir
AGE: 25 (apparent), 254 (actual)
SPECIES: vampire
SEXUALITY: bisexual
BIRTH DATE: dec. 1, 1766
GENDER: cis female
PRONOUNS: she/her
HEIGHT: 5'8″
MBTI: entj, the commander
From what she can recall, Genevieve had an unremarkable childhood. Her father Henri, a French soldier, died from tuberculosis when she was twelve, and her mother, a German midwife named Syele, never remarried. She adored her brother, Félix — a boy nine years her minor with curls so much like her own. Together, they lived in an unassuming cottage in Château-Chalon, a small commune in Eastern France.
Her uncle, a hunter by trade, would visit often, feeding her love for the wilderness. From an early age, she was taught how to listen for animals, anticipate their movements, and, most importantly, shoot. By the time she was fourteen, she could easily outshoot her uncle with the beautiful red oak crossbow he’d made for her. She had the patience of an experienced hunter too, a valued asset when hunting season came around and the town required the thinning of rabbit populations. But, for Genevieve, there was more to life than killing.
It might surprise people to know that she wasn’t always the gruff, stoic figure she is today. She wanted to practice medicine with every fiber of her being and would often stay up at night practicing her stitches. Her mother would often call on Gen’s help, teaching her the skills necessary for a successful midwife. That all ended the night Syele uncharacteristically arranged for one of her patients to deliver in the Lenoir family home.
It was a difficult delivery for both mother and baby, and Syele sent Gen to fetch the village’s other midwife to aid in the delivery. She was only gone for a few minutes, having run the entire way, but she returned to a massacre. The front door had been kicked in, furniture overturned, and amongst the wreckage lay the drained bodies of the two people she loved the most. For years, there had been rumors of vampyre killings throughout Europe. Neighbors would return from travels claiming sightings and strange disappearances. It was out of curiosity-laced shock that she bothered to check… only to find small puncture wounds in the necks of each of the bodies.
Something broke in Genevieve that night. She gave herself the night to mourn and by sunrise, she abandoned her home with only a crossbow and the family’s stallion. Medicine was no longer an option.
She met her mortal end a year later at the hands of nomad clan who had caught her scent just outside of Écrille. They ambushed her horse, slipping a sack over her head and dragging her into the night. For four agonizing nights and five balmy days, Genevieve found herself locked in a cellar. The vampires’ sadistic goal was simple: to punish her. And they dealt the final blow in the form of dripping blood into a just barely conscious Genevieve’s mouth.
She tried to resist her thirst, fought against the temptation to drain the innocent they brought in to tempt her. It almost worked, until the opening of the door blew the fragrant scent she’d longed for into her nostrils.
When she awoke into her new life, the house was empty with only blood-splattered curtains to show for the temporary vampiric guests. Alone and forced to teach herself, Gen stole away to the mountains. She remained in isolation for five months, coming to grips with her newfound immortality while feeding solely on hunters who strayed too far from the village. The adjustment period was difficult and filled with bloodshed. Needless to say, her attackers didn’t survive her vigilante justice once she found them. Killing her sire was painful, but what he had taken from her was worse. She gave their followers a choice: die or join her.
The newly formed clan —named Lamoura for the lake where Gen spent her first months of vampirism— made its way through the French countryside with sights set on Paris. After all, 1792 was a great year to be a vampire, and the violence of the revolution blurred with her own reign of terror; no one had the time to notice all the missing people. She made a name for herself across Europe, becoming known as la femme sanguinaire des boucles.
Neutrality suited Gen best, so the Lamoura would never pick a side in any of the battles they joined. As a result, she attracted the most ruthless members of her kind and had no choice but to enforce order. Those were the bloodiest years, constant challenges of her authority driving her to take more lives than she would have liked. Her form of justice was strict but fair; loyalty was rewarded and betrayal of any sort was unacceptable. The ultimate betrayal being the killing of families. A husband at war? Fine. Following someone home to where they lived with their spouse and child? Banishment or worse. The latter became a less likely punishment as her reputation came to precede her.
The same is true today, which has made her stay at court… manageable. The years have certainly hardened Genevieve, shaping her into the blunt, battle-worn woman she is today. She’s indifferent to anyone she meets until proven otherwise, existing in a moral gray area. She can recognize that she has done things that others might deem distasteful but in the name of survival, who can judge?
Her sense of humor is sarcastic, her form imposing, and she generally does little to discredit assumptions made about her. She’s passionate about the causes she believes in and is willing to give anyone a chance — one chance.
It’s a misconception that she makes rash decisions, especially given her past. On the contrary, she carefully thinks through all of her moves. It’s key to how she’s been able to maintain leadership for over two centuries.
Restlessness is something that has never sat well with Gen, and it shows the longer she stays at court. Where once she was keen to bide her time, she is now coiled and ready to seize any opportunity to escape. She has always been sure in her aims, confident in her, at times, brutally selfish way of life. Like a poison seeping into her pores, the court is slowly starting to change that, and she wants out.
THE GREAT ESCAPE x someone who’s part of her clan – esp. a. someone she’s trying to recruit (she is careful about every aspect of her life, especially who she puts in her inner circle. now that she’s established, she doesn’t want any threats to her authority) b. someone who’s been in her clan for years (either a positive or begrudging relationship) ❛ This rage will lead us through the burning plains. No matter what they say, we're heroes. ❜
AIN’T NO REST FOR THE WICKED x someone with whom she crossed paths during her “bloody” period. she didn’t use much discretion at this time so anyone who knew her then l i k e l y would’ve perceived her as a strong cold bitch ❛ There ain't nothing in this world for free. Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back. Though you know, I wish I could. ❜
VENUS x gen doesn’t have many longterm ties outside of those she believes can help her down the road. that said, this is someone she seriously considered changing her rule for. she has a heart??? ❛ At first I thought you were a constellation. I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation. ❜
BANG BANG YOU’RE DEAD x she hates this person’s guts. do with it what you may, but this is someone who really makes her wish she was as vicious as the stories say. ❛ I knew all along but I was loathe to believe. There was nothing but spite, fury, and lies in the words that you weave. ❜
hey guys! i’m taylor and i’m super hype to write with all of you :) this is my sarcastic asshole gen – feel free to like this and i’ll hit you up for plots
݁ ⠀.⠀ ݁ ⠀. the demonic energy of greed has been around for centuries, — so many, the origin age of the evil is unknown— terrorizing the human race with unspeakable want for material objects, wealth and what those desire most.
݁ ⠀.⠀ ݁ ⠀. in the 1800’s, a british man and grecian woman lay together in the throes of passion, conceiving a stunning baby girl; dabria aetos. at the age of 23 she was overcome by three deadly sins: greed, wrath & envy; one of which would inhabit the young woman’s bones with no hesitancy.
݁ ⠀.⠀ ݁ ⠀. dabria aetos should be long dead by now. however, that isn’t the case at all. she has lived for over 100+ years; sin had eaten away at her soul and inhabited her body as the true vessel of 1/7th of the deadly sins; GREED.
