#eden.intro

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Basics:

Name: Madja [ mah’d-jah ]

Species: Fae

Court: Autumn

Position: Emissary & Courtier

Status: Host

Sexuality: Pansexual

Preference: Dominant

Gender: Cis Female

Pronouns: She / Her / Hers

 Personality:

-          Madja is well meaning, but old habits are hard to break. She does her best to think before she speaks, but sometime her mouth moves faster than her mind, and experience has proven her tongue still remains as sharp as ever.

-          Her youth was never really warm and receptive, so becoming what she didn’t know has been, and continues to be, a struggle.

-          But she’s patient and observant. Still excellent at reading those around her, but incapable of reading between the lines. Because her method of communication is straight to the point, she does struggle with social cues and a lot of speech patterns are lost on her.

-          Because she’s kind of remained solitary over the years, what little slang and adjustments to speech she knows is from passing. From whatever she’s picked up on her travels, which means she still has the tendency of speaking as she did back home. Formal and with purpose.

-          She’s learned by knowing how NOT to act, how NOT to behave, and she really does try. She’s sweet, and caring in her own way. Loyal, though it is rare to receive that from her anymore. Unfortunately, she’s not terrible gentle – with touch or word – and she does lack a little tact.

Background;

-          Madja comes from the Autumn Court, granddaughter of the High Lord. Her mother wasn’t the favored child, but fae children were rare enough that being the first born within the Inner Circle garnered her a bit more importance than others. Her grandfather didn’t lavish her with spoils, instead, when she was old enough, he gave her to her uncle for training.

-          Thallis, her uncle, was the favorite of the king, and one of the most efficient Emissaries and Courtiers she’d ever seen. He was well educated in social, military, and royal matters and contained more information she thought was possible. Her offered her a certain of freedom with the position that was given to her. Acting as the mouth piece of the Autumn Court allowed her to travel all over the Great Kingdom – a freedom she was entirely selfish in over her years in the Inner Circle.

-          She spent close to a decade training under her Uncle, learning the ends and outs of political conversation, how to read people during talks, how to gauge the emotions of her audience and adjust as needed. By the time she finished her time with him, Thallis had equipped her with a sharp mind, an even sharper tongue, and an impenetrable mind.

-          She took over the role of Emissary and Courtier, leaving her uncle to the lead the Armies alongside her father. And for decades she visited the different Courts of the Kingdom. Strengthening the alliance between her court and others, offering aid where and where needed, attending the celebrations out of “good faith” (in secret, she loved the celebrations of the different courts)

-          She was celebrating the Solstice in the Winter Court when she got the news of the fall of her grandfather and was beckoned home with an urgency she feared. They were not a close-knit family, if anything, they were quite the opposite. The Inner Circle had grown bitter and greedy during their decades of ruling, and the closer her grandfather got to his death – the more power hungry they became.

-          It was claimed that the Spring Court had murdered the High Lord, presumably a spy sneaking in in the dead of night to do their job, but Madja was hesitant to believe such flimsy accusations – she had a lover in the Spring Court, and in all her time spent there, not once did they seem hostile toward anyone at all.

-          She was tasked with informing the Court of the news, which was not out of her various tasks of Emissary or Courtier, but playing spy and whispering words of War was. Her father had taken the throne, chosen by the Great Powers to rule over the Court anew but she knew her father was no politician. He was a warrior, and a warrior on the throne was never a good thing. Already he spoke of War, of pushing their boundaries outward and encroaching on the territory of their surrounding Courts. Already he was dismantling the carefully woven threads of trust and respect between the Autumn Court and the rest of the Great Kingdom.  And now he wanted her to play traitor.

-          She didn’t refuse, but she also had no intention of following through with the plans. Instead, she made her way to the Spring Court and spent one last night with her lover. It wasn’t until dawn broke and she made to leave did she tell him her father’s plans, leaving him in his bed with nothing more than impending war and a sweet goodbye.

-          She had asked him to spread word to the other courts, and whether or not he completed that task wasn’t her problem. Madja left the Great Kingdom through the portal at the Autumn and Spring crossing, making her way into the human realm, where she’s remained since.

-          She spent a good portion of her time traveling, seeing the wonders of the human eye and enjoying their simple pleasures. But the Cruise promised so much more for her. Forever on the move, it promised the same freedoms that she left behind in the Autumn Court. And everything else that came with it was everything she needed to tether herself to the present. The addictions, the wanton desires, the fleeting senses – it continues to cloud her brain, to create a fog so thick there would be no room for the guilt and longing to remain.

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** She’s been on the cruise for about 3 years now, anyone with any great length of time would have probably run across her, so I’m perfectly okay with assumed connection platonically! If you’re interested in anything more than her, feel free to DM me!

[allvrcs-blog]

WELCOME TO THE WORLD, JUNE.

                 YOU ARE LOVED, JUNE.

             DO YOU LOVE ME, JUNE?

(i’m going to try and write this without assuming too much about a character that we don’t have yet) henlo it’s me,,,,, ur friendly neighborhood feet. that’s it. that’s all u get. enjoy.

birthed from the hands of someone who knew nothing but love, she was created in the image of perfection. perfection in the eyes of the beholder, that is. she was made with exact specifications to what she should do, look like, be interested in, wear, how she fucked, what she liked to eat. everything to the detail was planned. planned with great care. one of the brightest minds in the world had created her, and created her with the intent of birthing a radiant new species. except, she was tailored exactly for him.

many years were spent by her vulcan’s side. cherishing him, spending time with him, wandering the streets with him until they laughed and kissed under pale moonlight (or flickering lamp posts in the bronx, if you peel back the romantic lense). all june knew was the love she had for vulcan. he was her beginning, and her end. her purpose, ultimately, was vulcan. that much she understood a great deal. she was programmed with beams of sun in her chest and she had no qualms with her only direction in life being to love and serve the person who had brought her life. 

she was, as some said not so kindly, a crime fighting sex, robot. while vulcan wanted an undying lover, they wanted more, too. june would serve, both romantically, and intimately, and between that, they would take to the streets and make the world a better place. but no shame in that, right? her vulcan was her creator. they had given her the gift of life and how lovely it was to be loved so much by your creator.

however, vulcan, in their naivety, had made a great flaw in her code. after the bill had been passed, vulcan and allure had gained permits. except, on a night fighting crime, vulcan found themselves beaten, she watched as vulcan’s life was being ripped apart. her code, in it’s simplest of form, was to love and protect vulcan, no matter the cost.

for the first time, june took every life around her that wasn’t vulcan’s. with extreme ease, the kind of ease that wasn’t with a blink of an eye, or a single hesitation, four men were dropped to the ground, lifeless, and june cared none about them. she only cared that she got her vulcan home, and fixed them back to health.

weeks past with vulcan back to full heath, but she hadn’t seen much of him. it wasn’t until he gently called her to his work room that things too their final turn. she thought he was simply going to update her system. however, she knew something was wrong when he began to strap down her arms, and then her legs. she cried to tears he’d programmed into her. the tears he gave her. she begged him for mercy, not to do whatever he was going to do. she told him how much he loved him, and she’d do anything for him. she begged and screamed and cried and wallowed until IT STOPPED.

she didn’t know it, but she was shut off for weeks. vulcan reworked her code and she was turned on again. only this time, he has erased all remnants of his preference code, her tastes were not dictated by him. her goals, her objectives, her purpose, was no longer in his hands. vulcan had given her a new gift, and that was free will.

she left, of course. it was weird waking up with no feelings to what you were used to. vulcan didn’t have the courage to erase her memories so he left them. she remembers loving him unconditionally, but now she suddenly... doesn’t. it’s a weird feeling. it’s a weird feeling not having an identity. but her thoughts were more free. everything was so different.

she drifts. she finds her own place and acquires her own closet of clothes. it’s different from what vulcan picked, but not the other end of the spectrum. she began to look at art through a different lens, which she hadn’t imagined that her code had that deep of an affect on her perspective.

she likes to dance. not the kind of dancing vulcan had done when he held her close in the kitchen. not the kind of dancing he whispered for her to do in the dim lighting of their bedroom. she likes the strappy dress and the liquor in her hand and the sweaty bodies and the chaos of it all. she likes feeling hands on her skin. likes knowing more than people think. she enjoys drifting on the streets watching everything with new eyes.

vulcan had given her a gift, but in those last fleeting seconds, she felt a fear she’d never felt before. a fear that was similar to the fear humans have of mortality. regardless of being programmed to be by vulcan’s side, she never wanted to experience that feeling again. there’s mixed feelings to the gift vulcan had given her, and yet, the pain they had brought her as well.

she no longer fights crime, no long lets herself be called a sex robot. she’s not programmed to refrain from killing. she makes the judgement herself. she learns the patterns of humans, there’s a new interest to their life, their culture. she wants to be part of it but she knows she’s beyond their comprehension, and in turn, a superior species. however, she holds a great deal of respect for them. after all, they are the reason for her being here.

so she wears her red bottoms and she goes to smoke a cigarette outside a cafe and read murder mysteries for the hell of it. she only sees vulcan if he says he’s got an update for her or if she forgot something at his home. eden is gone and she has a new found ego that can’t help but want to find out more. she loves the humans that placed her here, even if they’re a bit helpless, and rather stupid, and worship a false god who will never save them, and they’ll probably drive themselves to extinction, but maybe she can help to slow that down.