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a new beginning | behemias short: a summary
Behemias: Thanks, Mom... Why is everyone staring at me?
Estevot: You just called me mom; you said. 'thanks, mom.'
Behemias: What? No, I didn't. I said, 'thanks, man.'
Estevot: Do you see me as a mother figure, Behemias?
Behemias: No, if anything, I see you as a bother figure, 'cause you're always bothering me.
Farsa: Hey! Show your mother some respect.
farsa: before you say no-
estevot, without looking up: no.
farsa: but i haven't even told you yet!
estevot: i'm sticking with no.
estevot: egeline, please keep an eye on behemias today. he's gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself punched.
egeline: sure, i’d love to see behemias get punched.
estevot, with a weary look: try again.
egeline, dejectedly: i will stop behemias from getting punched.
estevot: correct.
thinking about the kids 2nite.... specifically the magic using ones and how to reflects/contrast their personality.....
estevot is a witch/warlock hybrid and has a wide assessment of types of magic but favors earth based ones... she’s one of the most fluid and adaptable characters.... a lot of their magical skill was learned through trial and error.....
jana is also a witch but learned a lot of her witching basics through formulaic classes.... favors water based spells for their versatility...... but she’s actually very strong headed and unyielding.... a little bit emotional at times...
behemias the sweetheart demon whom has a proclivity for fire magics..... curious to a fault but very level headed and logical..
helsevina is a shapeshifter (at least according to the original notes and i haven’t had reason to change my mind yet)... has a huge need to please complex....
farsa is a fae which kind means anything goes but strongly tuned in to the nature around them
Unlikely Connection | Farsa
The first time I see her, Feytha points her out to me. She is nothing more than a small swaddle of cloths in the arms of her mother that I might have gone on for decades in the blink of an eye without noticing. After all, they are only human and incredibly delicate creatures, but so is most everything else to me.
Feytha practically buzzes with excitement, passing on to me a feeling of excitement and affection for the human pair. I remain indifferent. They are not the first of our kind to attempt to give gifts to the humans and it does not always go well. Feytha has always loved to easily and I hope for her sake that the youngling will taken in by the village.
I don’t see her for a while after that, or rather, I don’t notice her any more than I notice anyone else. Sometimes, there are some folks who wander out my way. They nod respectfully, keeping their distance from me; I give them a nod in return. But she is the first one in a long time to willfully approach me. She stands a small stone’s throw away, quietly watching me. It is a new experience to be watched and the one watching.
After a moment, once I realize that she does not yet have any intention of leaving, I bend down to her height and say as I gently extend a hand, “Hello, little one. You may call me Felf and I am the one that keeps watch over your village. May I have your name?”
I don’t ask so much as out of the deep desire that possesses many others of my kind to steal mortals away, but out of a curiosity about her wit. I would wager that she is no more than a few years old, but anyone worth even a sliver of the finest gold knows to be wary in dealing with faekind. Perhaps she might already be warned of our trickery, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.
She holds her hands to her face, stifling her laughter, as she shakes her head. She speaks some words, but I cannot hear them. “Ah, I must ask you to try again, little one. For you see, I have no ears and cannot hear. Perhaps you could give me your name in a different manner?”
She laughs more freely this time, mouth agape, and I feel the trees creak with delight at the joyful sound. It takes her some effort and time, but eventually she successfully signs to me that she cannot give me her name but that I may continue to call her little one.
She comes to visit me often after that day. We talk about nothing. Anything. Everything. She intrigues me, how she behaves so fearlessly, recklessly around me. She must know that at any moment, I could smite her as she stands, but I think that she believes I would. I think that she trusts me completely. I don’t know if that is a wise decision.
“Little one,” I sign, “What will you do when you are older?” We had long since passed the need to use words, instead signing everything in our conversations and making up new signs where they are needed.
“I don’t know. Where could I go? My family is here; my home is here. You are here. I’m happy being here.”
I don’t see her for a long time after that. Raiders come through the village the next day and burn everything to the ground. Whoever they didn’t take with them lay dead somewhere. There’s a twang of sadness that tinges my days after, but such is the way of humans.
They are either overly kind creatures or violent catalysts of destruction. The village I watched just happened to fall into the first category.
I move on after that, wandering around the fae lands, drifting between various courts. None of them feel right. There is too much hierarchy precariously perched on lawless grapples of power. Such courts rise and fall as quickly as breathing and are little better than the warmongering mortals. At least among such crews, there is a sense of loyalty.
And then one day, there is a tugging at the corner of my mind. Someone is calling for me. She is calling for me.
When I finally appear in my old forest, it is apparent that she has changed greatly. Where sweet gentleness one laid, fiery anger simmers through her veins and vengeance hides in her eyes. She’s screamed her throat raw calling for me and it makes me wonder what drove her to such desperation.
“Make me like you. I’ll give you my Name; I can’t be hurt like that again. No one should. Please, make me like you.” Her signing is erratic and not just because she hasn’t used it in years. The beginning of hot tears edge at her eyes. I am not sure if she fully knows what she is asking for, but I am even more unsure if I can grant her want she wants.
“Little one.” I watch her carefully for any sign of hesitation. There is none. “You have to know that this has never been done. No one can predict what will happen.”
“Please. I can’t live with this pain anymore.” Her lips quiver in a repeating motion, please, and I realize that she believes wholeheartedly in this request, no matter the consequences. “Swear to me on you Name, you’ll at least try.”
My voice croaks out, whispery and patchy from unused, “I so swear, little one, upon my Name.” And all around us, the forest shakes to a halt under the weight of my words.
estevot this time :)
*rubs hand together* oh hoho yessss thank you for asking about my bby she is finally coming around being mildly cooperative
B A S I C S
full name: she currently goes by estevot (her last name is whatever works for the moment) but let’s say she has a lot of secrets up her sleeves , wink
gender: cis demigirl feels about right
sexuality: honestly i haven’t given this question a lot of thought but if there’s anyone on the cast that’s ace, it’s her
pronouns: she/her or they/them is a-okay
O T H E R S
family: technically, she has two moms but neither are really present in her life anymore (but for good reason that i will not yet reveal due to character arc spoilers). currently, farsa is as good as her only present family, but even then, they don’t exactly have a familial relationship with each other.
birthplace: location-wise i only know it’s like, fantasy scandinavia probably. but there was a small farming village nestled in the hills that she called home for a while
job: she and farsa are kind of just wandering from place to place every so often, wherever the wind takes them, but currently they’re in the same city as jana and behemias and co-own a small business
phobias: any fears that estevot has would not be like soul sucking terror but more like crawls under your skin unsettling and i think the one thing that she hasnt been able to really come to terms with is not knowing what happens after death when you know almost everything else
guilty pleasures: estevot is not the person to keep guilty pleasures because the guilty part of guilt pleasures implies that it is something that shouldn’t be indulged in and estevot doesn’t seem like the kind of person to be concerned with that kind of feeling. the closest thing she does have to a guilty pleasure is taking the time to do nothing except become absorbed in paying attention to the smallest details of an ever changing world. kind of like floating in the water and feeling the water move around you.
M O R A L S
morality alignment?: somewhere in the neutral good or lawful neutral region of things
sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth (but like the passive kind of sloth not the lazy kind)/pride/envy/wrath
virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice
T H I S - O R - T H A T
introvert/extrovert: definitely an introvert but she doesnt mind the company of other people
organized/disorganized: she’s a pretty minimalist person so probably organized bc you cant be that disorganized if you dont have much
close minded/open-minded: open minded
calm/anxious: so calm; estevot please teach me your ways
disagreeable/agreeable: can i add a third option of indifferent? estevot neither agrees nor disagrees with other people’s opinions
cautious/reckless: hmmm probably more on the cautious side
patient/impatient: the most patient person ever; i think she could wait for the sea to dry before she tried to cross to the other side
outspoken/reserved: defos reserved
leader/follower: as much as a leader as being a loner can be
empathetic/unemphatic: unemphatic but she does her best to not be crass about it
optimistic/pessimistic: i think passive pessimist would be a good way to put it. like she doesn’t look for the bad in things but she doesn’t see much good
traditional/modern: hnngggggg probably traditional but im not that sold on it, like she does her best to stay with the times but more out of a need to keep up with the happenings
hard-working/lazy: it’s not so much as being a hard worker but a diligent worker the way a water current will eventually wear away and stone and wow i am using quite a bit of water metaphors with estevot
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
otp: wellllll uuhhhhhhhhh, that’s hard to say. estevot would have to have a very specific type of partner to be able to keep up with them and also be chill with farsa
ot3: lmao if i cant think of an otp i sure wont be able to think of an ot3
brotp: farsa and estevot! they have a sort of qpr kind of thing going on
notp: uuaaahhhhh guys i really dont think about relationships that much there’s no answer for this one either
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