.¸¸.•` [ IMADA MIO , DEMI-WOMAN , SHE/THEY ] the almighty has blessed us once more, it seems HIKARI IGARASHI has come to ilthoria. the LADY OF HAELSTORM, brings with them such glorious fortune and they are known for being ELOQUENT but also ECCENTRIC. joy will spark when the TWENTY-FIVE year old comes to court. what songs would be sung in their name ? [ FRANKENSTEIN + RINA SAWAYAMA ] for in the decades to come they will sing of : the sickening crack of pristine golden framed mirrors on vanities, in hallways, in rooms full of broken glassed reflections, being devout to atesia in more methods than just prayer; garnishing your own brand of spirituality through the rocks & crystals that hold your home away from the scrutiny you cast upon yourself, a chameleon changing not only color but shape, playing with puzzles & making candles, enraptured by the hot wax that coats all it touches, even more so by the fashioning of pieces that should not fit, your hands as valuable an asset as your mind or visage . may enerin bless your soul, welcome to ilthoria child.
𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄: Lissa Dragomir ( Vampire Academy ), Ellen Hutter ( Nosferatu ), Spencer Hastings ( Pretty Little Liars ), Dawn Summers ( Buffy The Vampire Slayer ), Claire Littleton ( LOST ), Susie Bannion ( Suspira )
𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅: 𝐢. love me more by mistki ╱ 𝐢𝐢. poor fake by kelsey lu ╱ 𝐢𝐢𝐢. fresh laundry by allie x ╱ 𝐢𝐯. witchknife by seawolf ╱ 𝐯. angel on a satellite by magdalena bay.
FULL NAME › hikari igarashi.
NICKNAME › kari, kar.
AGE › twenty-five.
GENDER › demi-woman.
TITLE › lady hikari igarashi, the scintilla of haelstorm.
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN › pisces.
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION › panromantic.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION › pansexual.
ALLEGIANCES › her siblings, house igarashi.
FACECLAIM › imada mio.
𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍.
Have you ever been your own? Belonged to yourself? Some say that the youngest sibling carbon copies the elders personalities & likeness, unable to form one of their own. In your case, this is more than correct -- it was your birthright as much as the House Igarashi's insanity. In a way, it is a comfort as much as a predestined fate. You come into the world in darkness, you go mad at trying to transfigure yourself into the perfect daughter and perfect devotee to an entity you do not know if you believe actually exists. Your elder siblings piousness is what guides you to prayer and the guilt that your soul does not feel as comforted by the begging for light as the others do eats away more. There is something that starts to bloom within you, is it self hatred born from confusion? Is it that you do not fit into the spaces in which your siblings occupy already? Are you unable to carve your place into the mountain because you do not know what to draw? You know you love them, in the way you can, but you know at the core of this love is NEED. You love because you need to be loved, you need someone or something to show you the way and you hate it. Abhor the fact that you are so flimsy, so prone to devolving into spirals that the sibling closest in age to you knows how to glide through with ease. It is not fun for you to not know where you fit, it is not enough to just be an Igarashi of Haelstorm like so many others, it is never enough to just be Hikari. Being devout to divinity means that there is always a higher purpose, a reason or cause, you have not found yours yet and faith wears thin when it is not anchoring you in yourself - as you have no idea whomst that is.
Perhaps this is what makes you spiral into yourself, the curse of House Igarashi makes sense to you because you have felt it in the corner of your irises', you have seen shadows where there are none, you have fought your mind with what is and isn't, electing to believe in the tactile to get you by. Puzzles soothe you, the rocks and crystals that come from your home mystify you. You feel something within them that GROUNDS you, you watch your sister make things that are its own magic and wish to be just like her. As you develop your crafts, you make candles for the days spent in prayer with your family and see your parents approval at the fact that there is something you have found that is your own. That is not primping, priming, playing around with your appearance & robes, or your head in the storm clouds of your psyche. It is through developing your mind that your hands become more skilled, reading what you can to learn about worlds that are not your own. A mind like yours, spinning & spiraling, demands such dedication to something and if it is not Atesia -- it is these things you can hold in your hands. That you can make with them too.
Learning about Ancient Ruins, about your sister's sandwalker heritage, any map you can get your hands on feels like it's own type of prayer. When your eldest sibling is chosen as sereen you only feel jealous for a moment until realizing the expectations placed upon them now are more than you could ever bear -- so you become closer. You hope that you can assist in any way to your family members, that you can be of use, their own personal atlas. A right hand woman, an accomplice at worst, a companion at best. If you could bear some of the weight too, would that make you worthy? Your mind does not cease -- convincing you that you must give more, be more, because it is never enough. Maybe if you could bear the curse of your house, absorb the MALEDICTION and expel it from the Igarashi bloodline you would finally be of use to a house that you know does not really need you in its lineage. If you could give your family peace, it would give meaning to an existence spent at war with yourself.
.¸¸.•` [ DICHEN LACHMAN , GENDERQUEER , THEY/SHE/HE/ANY ] the almighty has blessed us once more, it seems DAIVIKA GYALTSEN ALBEZE has come to ilthoria. the RULING LIEGE OF HOUSE ALBEZE, brings with them such glorious fortune and they are known for being LOYAL but also MERCURIAL. joy will spark when the FOURTY-THREE year old comes to court. what songs would be sung in their name ? [ SILVER TREMBLING HANDS + THE FLAMING LIPS ] for in the decades to come they will sing of : red like the color of your home, alike the ever-present blood on your fists because you are not a complacent ruler, unable to initiate combat both necessary & frivolous; red like the chambers of your heart, the passion that surges through your veins with ruthless relentless vigor unable to know when to stop; red like the inferno you've been banished to, like the rage of what should be yours blinding your vision, like the diamondback rattlesnake who's scales glisten in the blazing sun spilling over into everything you do . may enerin bless your soul, welcome to ilthoria child.
𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄: Mercutio ( Romeo + Juliet ), Nikita Mears ( Nikita ), Elektra Natchios ( Marvel ) Bellamy Blake ( The 100 ), Arya Stark ( ASOIAF ), Kady Orloff Diaz ( The Magicians ), Sara Lance ( Legends of Tomorrow ), Kara Thrace ( BSG )
𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅: 𝐢. king by florence + the machine ╱ 𝐢𝐢. simmer by hayley williams ╱ 𝐢𝐢𝐢. know your enemy by rage against the machine ╱ 𝐢𝐯. punchin' bag - unpeeled by cage the elephant ╱ 𝐯. rage by rico nasty.
FULL NAME › daivika gyaltsen albeze.
NICKNAME › vik, vika ( to family only ), daivi & dai on occasion.
AGE › fourty-three.
GENDER › genderqueer.
TITLE › the ruling liege of albeze, valkyrian stormbringer.
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN › aries.
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION › demiromantic.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION › pansexual.
ALLEGIANCES › house albeze first and foremost. ready to ally with anyone other than the crown, probably allegiances to the ruling house of ceago and noble families within it.
FACECLAIM › dichen lachman.
𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎
𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘.
The only heir of both of your parents, they instilled in you the fact that being bound by blood did not matter -- not in that way. Your siblings, cousins, extended kin would prove to be related to you either by half of your parents lineage or not at all but they reinforced that did not matter. If it ever did, that would be a shame to House Albeze -- bastard a dirty word only for the implication that ANY child was illegitimate. However, the privilege you were given of the first born, the heir, was that of the ancient history of your birthright and why this struck such a chord to the song of your ancestors. The rumors were true in your household -- you were descendants of the throne of Ilthoria. You were the keeper of this secret. In keeping it, would you prove to be the heir. If you did not, it would be passed off onto your other sibling. This was what your father had said was his first test as it became yours. This knowledge festered within you as you realized what it meant over time. Why was this kept secret? Were they unsure? Were they not up for the challenge of taking what was rightfully theirs?
You were the perfect heir for the Noble House Albeze no matter how much you acted out, your heart was always aligned, you never turned any anger towards your family or siblings only to the social conventions. When put in dresses, you wrangled out of them, often destroying them for suits or robes that more so emulated your fathers. Taking up space that was not yours at tables you were sometimes not supposed to be, questioning everything, making a fuss and quick to rage -- your parents saw a hurricane of a child that would do well to take over the house once they came to pass. Yes, they loved their storm with skin, their child who was as loving as their siblings as fierce to speak up against things that did not sit right with them. To color outside of the lines and to be loved all the same grew a sense of confidence that often seemed arrogant. You took being the eldest seriously, ready to shield your siblings from any of the horrors if not take them on yourself. You dyed your hair where you could, abandoning its brown for a myriad of other colors, you dressed differently than what was culturally accepted. You had a penchant for trouble at events, often causing a scene just for fun and begged your parents for formal training in weaponry, combat and things that would expel the energy from your body. Your parents obliged, watching as these teachings helped quell the energy that otherwise seemed uncouth during events though entertaining to them. You were the perfect Heir to House Albeze because you were rebellious, autonomous and one of a kind -- it meant your loyalty was true, your anchor was always home & your motivations to be trusted by your parents. They were elated to not have bred someone easily swayed or someone would fall in line at OPPOSITION they let you be because of this. For that, you will always thank them even now at their graves.
It was music that soothed your soul, any & every instrument at your disposal. It was learning the creatures of Ilthoria and beyond that soothed your mind and when the time came to learn what it meant to properly lead -- you knew what some of that that meant as a natural born leader. However, you itched to travel, the vast expanse of the home you'd been given would be your birthright soon enough but you begged your parents to let you leave. There was not a question or not to whether you would come back -- loyalty to the House Albeze was paramount. But how could you know the kind of ruler you would be if you did not know the kind others were? There was so much of the world to behold, you deserved to know and see what beheld the history books, maps, word of mouth stories told to you since you were a child.
A firebrand, often getting into quarrels on behalf of women & those who seemed to be in need, you made your way a blazing trail of hearts & bruises left behind. They whisper that you are a STORMBRINGER to some and the VALKYRIE to others and you grin because yes, finally, they understood. You were happy to be an omen to those who deserved it, a monster and to have this reputation spread through the lands as there were some who would see past this. Who would fight beside you, understood the motivations behind such quarrels when they were not noble of nature but a manifestation of your temper. Some who would know that while you are no hero, you are no villain either. A tattoo for each location you visit, for every memory you do not want to forget, for the times that you feel so out of body that only the pain of the needle brings you back. By the time Redhearth beckons to you once more, you are littered in them, the tattoos you once had only in blood red ink from home accompanied by so many others there is less space on your body unoccupied than not. You learn much over your years away, half a decade of it, coming back at the knowledge that your parents were ill. Withering away.
When your parents pass you are DEVASTATED beyond belief -- the crown of House Albeze weighs heavy and the celebration of their lives even more so. A keeper of a secret that is a mere rumor, you know what you believe and hope that is enough. You grieve & mourn & fight & strategize & celebrate and try to be the very liege that your parents always knew you could be. At times, you wonder if you would've been better suited as a storm entity, no candle in the wind but monsoon more apt bringing destruction than harmony to your people. Perhaps you are still reeling from the loss of your parents as your people do not feel the same, as your siblings are embraced as who they are by you never questioning your devotion or heart. Perhaps in your grief you can only see the lightning, clash of thunder, rain that pours and not the flowers left behind. Redhearth is ruthless in landscape after all and so are you.
HEADCANONS:
House Albeze does not believe in bastards, all of Vik's siblings are half or adopted. The energy there is very rag tag team of rebels, found family, punk family etc. they feel disgusted at the notion that anyone would be lesser due to blood or not looking like each other.
Vik is an anarchist, though it does say that that they believe to the throne to be theirs etc. and the rumors are true -- I do acknowledge that this is up to the discretion of the admins. However, Vik believes it to be true and would die on the hill eventually. Would they actually want to rule? Perhaps.
.¸¸.•` [ EMILIO SAKRAYA , CIS MALE , HE/HIM ] the almighty has blessed us once more, it seems KAZIMIR VAUSS has come to ilthoria. the LORD OF VADRONIA, brings with them such glorious fortune and they are known for being PERCEPTIVE but also AUDACIOUS. joy will spark when the TWENTY EIGHT year old comes to court. what songs would be sung in their name ? [ SAFE HARBOR + HIPPIE SABOTAGE ] for in the decades to come they will sing of : “what fire could ever equal the sunshine of a winter’s day?”;; “but all his jests were cruel & all his smiles were fake”;; “i can hear my heart beat like a sword on a shield” . may enerin bless your soul, welcome to ilthoria child.
BASICS
given name: kazimir vauss; nickname: kaz; title: lord of vadronia; kind: sereen ( chosen by itris — the banshee ); date of birth + star sign: april 13th + aries; gender + pronouns: cis male + he/him; orientation: pansexual & panromantic; mother: deceased birth family tbd; father: lord mallas of vadronia; birth order: 5th/6; faceclaim: emilio sakraya.
PHYSICAL
build: muscular; height: six’3; hair: originally black, it went white in his childhood due to a traumatic event, curly, but he usually keeps it close-cropped so it’s not obvious; eyes: dark brown; attire: prefers shades of grey/black, clothes are usually tailored on the looser side, he prioritizes comfort over fashion;
PSYCHOLOGICAL
abilities: those blessed by the sword of itris are said to be the strongest on the battlefield , both in terms of physical and strategy . in addition , they are given the abilities to control ice statues , induce frostbite and manipulate the cold; mbti: entj-a; temperament: choleric; moral alignment: chaotic good; allegiance: mostly to himself, his fragment & his deity; his loyalty to his house is somewhat in question, at least for as long as his father is still ruling lord; he dislikes the royal family, but not to the extent of openly rebelling/wanting others on the throne (whoever’s hand is on his leash is bothersome, if he cannot remove them completely, he has no interest in risking life and limb on half measures).
SUMMARY
→ lost his mother when he was 8, was raised by a vadronian family for about two years until his powers manifested, which is when ruling lord vauss acknowledged him as his son and brought him into his house;
→ been travelling around the fragments since he was in his late teens, has been in ardora for about a year (give or take a month) and it’s the longest he’s been away from home uninterrupted;
→ openly disinterested in politics, secretly frothing at the mouth about all these rules & regulations yadda yadda;
→ presents atypically for a son of winter: easy smiles, quick to laugh, unreserved; but he’s of geimreadh through & through and the more time spent in his presence, the more the frost of his birthplace becomes noticeable.
BIOGRAPHY
tbd
WANTED CONNECTIONS
maternal family ⸺ this is totally open, i don’t have any specific ideas about this, it’d be fun (torturous) if she had been from a region that still frowns on bastards, and the dynamic could be antagonistic, or they could be from a more progressive fragment and maybe they would get along; slight preference for her having been from a fragment other than winter.
paternal family ⸺ kaz hates his father and their broken dynamic is the main reason he spends so much of his time away from the winter fragment, and particularly his own house, but the resentment wouldn’t have naturally transferred to his half siblings, and while he definitely had his guard up the first few months (at least) of his new life, depending on how the other family members felt about him, they could have developed a better relationship with time.
platonic ⸺ he’s extroverted, fun-loving, well-travelled, knows a little about a lot, works hard when he has to, but would never say no to a party, a lot of his areas of interest revolve around war, strategy and tactics, but he’s also curious about the deities of other fragments, how it all fits in with enerin etc. i’m looking for basically anything from close friends to friendly acquaintances. a best friend position will probably be excellent, but the closer someone gets to him, the better they can notice how closed off he truly is, so it’ll have to be someone fairly persistent and patient to get to know the real him.
antagonistic ⸺ they don’t like each other for some reason, a friendship/relationship that went sour, they dislike him because he’s a bastard and they never got over it, he cheated them at cards and they can’t prove it (or vice versa) etc.
romantic ⸺ i would love-love-LOVE a secret marriage type of plot. i’m pretty open to anything at the moment, i have nothing but vibes for this, but like someone who matches his high energy, it’ll absolutely be a love match, and it could be kept secret because he’s a legitimized bastard, or because their families/fragments are quite antagonistic to each other. on his end, he’d mostly keep it on the downlow out of pettiness, he’d rather eat glass than ask his father for permission to marry etc. etc. etc. open to any gender, bonus points if his spouse is politically conniving/is outspoken about a political goal they have. the marriage itself is around a year - days/weeks old, their relationship itself could go back years.
other nice to haves ⸺ former flings, situationships, friends with benefits, possibly some that turned sour (disagreement on whether they’re exclusive or not, unequal feelings etc)
neutral ⸺ super random plot idea, but maybe someone is trying to convince him to become their/ someone’s they care about personal guard. he’s been in ardora for around a year, mostly interacting with scholars, but he is a son of winter, one of itris’ sereen, his prowess in battle is undoubtable. maybe with the heightened situation, they feel too at risk/exposed and think he’d be a good candidate for protecting them (would work best with someone he’s at least vaguely friendly with). he won’t want to accept, but i’m open to the possibility of him changing his mind if the plot allows it, but maybe something of a diplomatic dance is required in order to refuse, it’s someone who outranks him and he can’t be too blunt etc. etc. etc. just some low-stakes conflict/tension if anyone wants it.
.¸¸.•` [ AARON FONTAINE , CIS MAN , HE/HIM ] the almighty has blessed us once more, it seems AZRIEL VELUTUS NEE LAICESTRE has come to ilthoria. the LORD OF DRAGONVEIL, brings with them such glorious fortune and they are known for being PERCEPTIVE but also CYNICAL. joy will spark when the THIRTY-FIVE year old comes to court. what songs would be sung in their name ? [ CRY OF ACHILLES + ALTER BRIDGE ] for in the decades to come they will sing of : hands aching to protect the ones they care about when being gifted for the opposite and it scares you ;; vulnerability hidden beneath layers of confidence and steel sarcasm ;; will do something to spite others because they can with an every present smirk. may enerin bless your soul, welcome to ilthoria child.
picking up spouse for ambrose laicestre & siblng for alyra velutus
— WANNA TAKE IT TO THE BASICS;;
NAME : azriel velutus nee laicestre
HOUSE NAME : house dragonveil & associated with house laicestre
it is said that when you were born you came out screaming as if to let the world know you arrived and you tiny hands in a fist as if ready to protect. and this sentiment would continue for the rest of your life. you childhood was peaceful and when your little sister was born, your protectiveness just seemed to grow by the tenfold. you excelled in your studies, finding a love for books on things outside of dragonveil but never thinking about venturing outside. you did not have much expectations for you, in your eyes you were the spare of the spare and so you would was your oyster to do as you want.
CHAPTER II.
as you grew older, you honed your knowledge. learning about different topics as you tried to figure out what you place in the household would be. you imagine your only advantage was that whoever your parent arranged a marriage with, would be someone from a house that could help your own. you babied your sister, being closer to her than you would with your other siblings. you knew she wanted to see the world and if you could you will do what you can to help her. you also started to learn how to defend and fight. you struggled with a bow and arrow, with a sword it felt too small flimsy for you, but an axe now that was an item that matched your ever growing statue and strength.
CHAPTER III.
now as an adult, life was being decided for you. A betrothal was started with someone who you didnt want to marry (at the time). They had their reasons and you wanted to explore the world beyond your home. You wanted to see what you always read about and the marriage never happened. As you took the chance to explore, your path kept crossing with them, the one you disliked then felt annoyed with then a kinship that became love. They say opposites attract and may you both are proofed of that. Your family and theirs became yours. They helped provide the protection that your house was not known for and in return, you were the one to take them off their hands and love.
CHAPTER IV.
you hear of many nobles heading to ardora for a celebration, and your summons arrive as well. You grumbled your way there. Spending most of your time with your family mainly, not really talking to others. Your thirst for knowledge grows, and you train here and there. After all what tragedy can occur in midst of a celebration? Your famous words that should have served as a reminder to stay vigilant.
CHAPTER V.
a tragedy that was gruesome with beasts and many slain. you protect your family, defending mostly while your partner dealt with beasts. But in the quietness of the dust settling, its discovered the beasts come from the north and suspensions fall on your partners family and others from the region. You give looks to anyone who dares say they had something to say about it. All you can hope for as interrogations, that the truth is revealed otherwise what tragedy is yet to unfold?
— FREE INFORMATION;;
Personality wise, is too smart for his own good and knows it. he is in all around good dude who knows he can come off intimidating. loves to prove others wrong about him (many think he is all brawn and no brains but alas he has both). he is really the poster guy of ‘looks like can kill you if provoked but is an actual cinnamon roll'. loves to train like so much and always looking for others to train with, talent with an axe but any other weapon and he stumbles. also is a big book nerd. this man has read all things about everything he can get his hand on so may sometimes come off as a know it all but it comes from the heart.
friendships . with love, when it came to dating it was always with the intention of it ending before he could develop something serious. whether its because he always assumed he would be arranged to someone one day or afraid to actually feel something like love. definitely has slept around with anyone he has been attracted to so that reputation follows him wherever he goes. but then he met his match with his partner and loves this person dearly.
— CAN I GET A CONNECTION;;
ride or die ( open to a few) ;; the bestie, the platonic soulmate, the ones she would do anything for, maybe they have pet names for each other, they're almost like family, etc. they are the best of friends and nothing can tear them apart (maybe?).
confidant ( open to one ) ;; don't know how it happened, maybe met at a meeting or out and about. they are the one person who knows how they really and can tell them anything and vice versa. they both keep each others dark secret. (maybe they have dirt on one another and that's why they don't spill anything.
my toxic love, my life ( taken by AMBROSE LAICESTRE ) ;; this was a betrothal proposed by your parents, of a mutual beneficial alliance between two houses when you were both barely stepping into your adult age. both of you were against it for your own personal reasons, and in the end the betrothal was never finalized. over the years, as was expected, your paths have crossed many times, your words and blunted swords clashed just as many, as well as your cups of wine, nursing a connection that changed like the winds of early spring. from rivals to friends, from annoyances to lovers, there was only one thing constant between you two, and it was a strong sense of passion. nobody knows you better than he does. it is indeed your vices he is attracted to most, like moth to a flame, and your love is alive, and raging, aflame in your chests still. it took ten years for the two of you to come to your senses and finally marry. your union is strong, though never boring. you keep each other from the frigid cold of commonality.
exes ( open to a few) ;; honestly, i just like exes. bonus points if there’s still tension or maybe still hook up but it doesn't mean anything beyond the physical or if they’re just really good friends now with no tension at all. maybe they felt angry that it ended before talks of betrothal. i love options.
we like the same things ( open to a few) ;; essentially a friendship that relies on them have things in common: fellow book nerds unite. maybe they also teach him more about the other regions he mainly just read about and has visited probably once.
former one (or more) night stand / flings / fwbs ( open to many ) ;; one night, he was maybe a little bit down and needed something to pick him up. this worked. or maybe they met up , sparks flew, and it just happened. though its in the past and things could be awkward or theyre friends.
old friends ( open to a few ) ;; maybe they were friends in their younger years but somehow, they fell apart. maybe she did something stupid and drove them away or unintentionally (could be fun for plotting purposes).
enemies / frenemies ( open to few ) ;; however these two became known to each other can be determined later, but either way, they dislike / hate each other. maybe its clashing attitudes, don't like his household/region/his spouse, or they know he has a brute.
enemies turned friends ( open to one ) ;;a pair of people who didn't like each other up until a certain point, but either realized they have alot in common with one another or learned to put their differences aside for the better of the realm.
honestly anything else you can think of, i’m down for!!
.¸¸.•` [ PAT CHAYANIT , CIS FEMALE , SHE/HER ] the almighty has blessed us once more, it seems MALAI STARLING has come to ilthoria. the LADY OF STARFAX / SEREEN, brings with them such glorious fortune and they are known for being CHARSMATIC but also CAPRICIOUS. joy will spark when the THIRTY-ONE year old comes to court. what songs would be sung in their name ? [ BIBI VENGEANCE + BIBI ] for in the decades to come they will sing of : how sorry your parents must feel to have gotten this storm cloud for a daughter instead of the pretty flowers you deserved ;; your life is not short, but you know there's still no reason to waste your time being something you're not. you live your life by your own terms & what's good for your family, no ifs or buts. it's only logical, you exclaim. you're irrevocably you, after all ;; your long sleek hair tied back with ribbons, your face the first thing anyone saw and everyone commented on. it never felt right. you were other things, too - whip smart. recklessly brave. big hearted. it didn't matter. you never wanted for anything except to be taken seriously. may enerin bless your soul, welcome to ilthoria child.
EXTRA : sereen for the deity - ATESIA, THE LIGHTBRINGER : she chooses her chosen, her sereen, by beauty and warmth. it is said that all who have been touched by her divinity will be of great beauty, in addition to the ability to absorb moisture, control over the sunlight, and invulnerability to her fire.
NEGATIVE TRAITS : capricious, blunt, vain, dramatic, sarcastic
FACECLAIM : pat chayanit
— THE DEEP DEEP DEEPER WE GO;;
CHAPTER I.
you birth was a joyous occasion, as is any birth the noble ruling lady of Starfax has and you were beloved by many. another daughter of the esteemed noble starling family of the region ceago, your mother's expectations were high that you’d also achieve greatness just like your siblings. growing up came challenges — you may have had your family's name, but even without those, you were a magnet thanks to your beauty. friendships formed easily, your word and loyalty binding. only those close to you knew of your gentler side, the part of you that few reaped the benefits from. a rose with a thorn, your name was malai meaning garland of flowers.
CHAPTER II.
blessed with beauty and grace that seemed to only grow when you turned ten, their was no worry too often about your future. a strong head on your shoulders, the world was your oyster. doors opened easily for you, wondering if it was earned or just given in hopes for something exchanged. despite the opportunities, you paved your path to show everyone you shined so bright. you study much about stardust as interest in the family business grew and helping others became your thing, friends came so easily to you, many adored you for how well behaved you are. you wouldn't learn until later on that you had been blessed by atesia, the lightbringer. her gifts you felt blessed to have but made you wonder and question what was true or not.
CHAPTER III.
as you got older, you beauty became renowned. you made yourself a formidable member of the household offering opinions on things to do with business despite many thinking you were just a pretty face and they didn't think much of you. you spent your time with the people, helping those who were less fortunate than you. whispers of whether you doing it for good or just to impress, made the way through the streets but it never stopped you from continuing you work.
CHAPTER IV.
you hear of many nobles heading to ardora for a celebration but you stay behind lingering at home. maybe you were afraid to go with worry about what would happen with so many people alike and clashing personalities in one roof. though you cant stay far and you arrive as the festivities are happening, you keeping yourself hidden and enjoying the festivities as much as you can until tragedy strikes.
CHAPTER V.
a tragedy that was gruesome with beasts and many slain. you feared of what was to come but you know that life will prevail. the king and his council have began interrogations as you wonder where not just you and your family stands, but your region stands in the eyes of ardora. you are hopeful and maybe its naive of you to believe but you can feel the sunlight begin to lower as the darkness grows around you.
— FREE INFORMATION;;
She can be a bit vain, maybe it comes with being blessed by atesia or the fact that everything has somehow always been in her favor. She knows she is talented and isn't afraid to mention any and all ways to help with the stardust mines when giving the chance. she enjoys helping those less fortunate by any means possible. she cares deeply about the people of ardora and is a strong believe in the deities. malai can be very sarcastic and blunt. isn't one to sugar coat things ( if you're straight with her, she'll be the same with you ).
Ships came natural to her, whether being able to make friends real easy or jumping straight into a relationship with someone. with friends, she'll be loyal, the one to take care of you when sick, the one you should def call when need advice or if need someone to have your back. though the minute you cross her, its over between you both. with love, she loves the idea of love to a fault, maybe it comes from how easily many want to catch her attention but she loves the chase. once the fire dies down, she'll either dip before it gets serious or does something dumb to mess it up. just know that once its over, she's on to the next hot person she finds. but recently someone has caught her eye and she wonders if she should give in.
— CAN I GET A CONNECTION;;
ride or die ( open to a few) ;; the bestie, the platonic soulmate, the ones she would do anything for, maybe they have pet names for each other, they're almost like family, etc. they are the best of friends and nothing can tear them apart (maybe?).
confidant ( open to one ) ;; don't know how it happened, maybe met at a meeting or out and about. they are the one person who knows how they really and can tell them anything and vice versa. they both keep each others dark secret. (maybe they have dirt on one another and that's why they don't spill anything.
obsession ( taken by SUNGHO RYU ) ;; ever since sungho laid eyes upon you , he's been obsessed . the man of house ryu who is known as the demon of the sun , is a man no one believes holds any love within his dark heart and yet he's been obsessed with you since the two of you met as children . he's never wounded you , hurt you or any of that sort - instead he shows compassion , need and desire . however , do you want him ? a man who does unspeakable actions and believes he just because enerin receives his prayers ? you've kept your distance , tried to brush off every affection he shows and yet there's a darkness within your good heart which would love to dive deep into the darkness he offers . will you let yourself be consumed ? or is love with someone too close to the sun burning you alive ?
exes ( open to a few) ;; honestly, i just like exes. bonus points if there’s still tension or maybe still hook up but it doesn't mean anything beyond the physical or if they’re just really good friends now with no tension at all. maybe they felt angry that it ended before talks of betrothal. i love options.
will they, wont they ( open to one ) ;; essentially a flirtationship. they flirt too much that others assume that they are dating or are going to at some point. maybe the idea has been on one of their mind but they are too good of friends to ever cross that line (?). or maybe its all a ruse and they're seeing how long they can take it.
one (or more) night stand / flings / fwbs ( open to many ) ;; one night, she was maybe a little bit down and needed something to pick her up. this worked. or maybe they met up , sparks flew, and it just happened. whether it’s turned into a regular thing or was just one night can be determined later. maybe one catches feelings or not.
old friends ( open to a few ) ;; maybe they were friends in their younger years but somehow, they fell apart. maybe she did something stupid and drove them away or unintentionally (could be fun for plotting purposes).
enemies / frenemies ( open to few ) ;; however these two became known to each other can be determined later, but either way, they dislike / hate each other. maybe its clashing attitudes, don't like her household/region, or they know she has a mask on about something.
unlikely pals ( open to one ) ;; she is always up late, going on walks and loves to walk the streets. maybe they meet up to talk or maybe no talking happens and they enjoy the company to not be alone while each does their own thing. when others see them together, they think its weird since its uncommon to see opposites attract.
honestly anything else you can think of, i’m down for!!
.¸¸.•` [ SAMANTHA LOGAN , CIS WOMAN , SHE&HER ] the almighty has blessed us once more, it seems ANESSA URSWICK has come to ilthoria. the LADY OF WINDVEIL KEEP, brings with them such glorious fortune and they are known for being BEGUILING but also MANIPULATIVE. joy will spark when the THIRTY year old comes to court. what songs would be sung in their name ? [ SEVEN DEVILS + FLORECE + THE MACHINE ] for in the decades to come they will sing of : the silence after a threat that sounds like a compliment + silk dresses that move like water and hide everything + lips stained the colour of pomegranate seeds: ripe, forbidden, fatal. may enerin bless your soul, welcome to ilthoria child.
statistics…
# basic information.
official name: anessa urswick. nicknames: nessa. noble title: lady of windveil keep. age: thirty. birthplace: windveil keep, amberhigh. home: windveil keep, amberhigh. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she & her. orientation: bisexual.
# physical information.
faceclaim: samantha logan. ethnicity: half black & half white. hair: very dark brown. eyes: dark brown. height: 5 feet 6 inches. build: slim. scent: new fabric, lavender and fresh fruit. dominant hand: right. allergies: none. scars: one on her left shoulder. distinguishing features: long curly hair.
# familial ties.
parent one: liege hasterien ( father ). parent two: lady shaela ( mother ). siblings: tba ( eldest sibling ), florian ( older brother ), cassa ( younger sister ), tba ( youngest sibling ). other: to be added.
narrative...
anessa urswick is born on a night thick with stormlight and ill omens ⸺ not quite cursed, but not quite clean of it either. third born, caught between the golden shine of the heir and the soft ache of the youngest. middle child in a house that forgets to look twice, unless something is broken or missing. her cry is not loud, but long ⸺ a single note that curls like smoke around the midwives’ spines. she is swaddled in velvet and set in a crib of carved knowledge, silver-eyed and strangely silent, the kind of quiet that demands listening. windveil keep watches her with wary reverence, as though it knows already that this daughter of urswick will never quite belong to it.
she grows like ivy along the stone, not always seen but always spreading ⸺ clinging, climbing, carving out space in a household where too much was already claimed before she arrived. the first is praised, the last is cherished, and anessa is left to become something else entirely. she learns to slip through cracks, to sharpen her silence into a blade. affection becomes a contest she no longer tries to win; instead, she crafts her own currency ⸺ attention, intrigue, control. companions orbit her, unaware of the gravity she keeps beneath silk sleeves and unread pages. she does not chase love; she collects secrets.
she is the whisper between her siblings’ names, the shadow between their legacies. not burdened by expectation, but eclipsed by it. and so she learns to make her own light. her tongue is sweet, her mind a maze, and her presence the kind that lingers even after she’s gone. anessa does not need to be the loudest to be remembered ⸺ she is the pause in the sentence, the question no one dares ask aloud. the people of amberhigh speak of her in hushed tones. they do not fear her, not exactly, but they keep their prayers a little tighter when she walks past, clutch their charms when they see her watching storms from the highest window. they say she was born with a fox’s soul and an owl’s eyes. they say the wind howls differently when she weeps. but anessa does not weep often.
what she does, instead, is wait. she is waiting for her moment ⸺ not out of bitterness, but precision. she has spent her whole life watching, listening, learning the spaces others overlook. not to outshine her siblings, but to stand beside them with a strength that is wholly her own. she does not crave their fall ⸺ only her rise. and when the time comes ⸺ a reckoning, a shift, a secret path revealed ⸺ it will not be noise that earns her place, but quiet certainty. not the loudest. not the heir. not the favourite but the one who was never idle. the one who saw everything. and waited.
.¸¸.•` [ MILLY ALCOCK , CIS WOMAN , SHE&HER ] the almighty has blessed us once more, it seems VERENA ALDEN has come to ilthoria. the LADY OF EYTHORA, brings with them such glorious fortune and they are known for being SHREWD but also IMPATIENT. joy will spark when the TWENTY - FIVE year old comes to court. what songs would be sung in their name ? [ MADNESS + MUSE ] for in the decades to come they will sing of : tired of being the storm’s eye and ready to be the storm itself + eyes that could pierce through a thousand facades + walking with purpose, yet direction always uncertain. may enerin bless your soul, welcome to ilthoria child.
statistics…
# basic information.
official name: verena alden. nicknames: rena. noble title: lady of eythora. age: twenty4. birthplace: eythora, vitel. home: eythora, vitel. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she & her. orientation: bisexual.
# physical information.
faceclaim: milly alcock. ethnicity: white. hair: platinum white. eyes: deep blue. height: 5 feet 3 inches. build: slim. scent: rose scented baths and pine mixed with fresh rain. dominant hand: she is ambidextrous. allergies: she is sensitive to dust, might sneeze a little. scars: one on the palm of her right hand. distinguishing features: small nose & white hair.
# familial ties.
parent one: lord caedric ( father ). parent two: lady halia ( mother ). siblings: vito ( eldest brother ), tba ( older sibling ), tba ( older sibling ), tba ( older sibling ). other: to be added.
narrative...
verena is the last-born bloom of house alden ⸺ and like all things that come last, she was never truly expected, only endured. they say the storm rolled in just as she arrived, a thunderclap loud enough to split the sky and wake the roses from sleep. her mother, already hollowed by politics and too many pregnancies, barely held on long enough to pass her on. no songs were sung. no bells were rung. just another girl with salt in her lungs and hair damp from the sea-wind sneaking through the shutters.
as a little girl, verena, despite how plainly it was made clear that she held no great importance ⸺ a mind too soft to understand the cold mechanics of power just yet ⸺ wanted only her parents' attention. she learned quickly not to whine or beg for it, but to smile the right smile, use the right words. but as the years passed and her novelty wore thin, so did the attention she got. verena was never given enough of it to begin with. the resentment bloomed slowly ⸺ like rot beneath the petals ⸺ quiet but deeply rooted. and yet, for all her bitterness, for all the ways she mimicked them when she spoke, she could still soften both of them, just slightly. she knew it and used it when she needed to. it was her idea to become the cupbearer at meetings, pitched so gently they thought it their own. a place to listen, to learn, to disappear into the seams of power and stitch herself there.
as she grew, she turned her gaze to her siblings ⸺ to the careful divides in affection, the distance born of differing expectations. she studied them like sea maps, charting currents and tides. trying, in her own way, to stitch herself to them too. and as she grows, there is never any mincing of words, especially with other nobles that look at her only as a little girl. impatient and quick to judge, she is a rose grown in the eye of the storm ⸺ soft to look at, sharp beneath.
verena does not hunger for power ⸺ not like the nobles who measure worth in influence. she is content being the youngest but she is no obedient daughter, no silent shadow. she speaks when she wants, and how she wants ⸺ sharp-tongued, unapologetic and impossible to ignore. she has no patience for rules she doesn't agree with or futures planned without her say. they can keep their thrones and titles; verena has no interest in crowns that weigh like cages. but try to control her, and you'll find she bites harder than expected ⸺ a storm-born bloom with no intention of being picked.
GENERAL STATS name: ser alaric eissen / alias(es): the silent lion, the king’s shadow, brother blade / age: 45 / gender: cis man (he / him) / orientation: pansexual / birthplace: belveil palace, ardora / rank: commander of the kingsguard / house: eissen (youngest sibling to high king theoden ii)
PHYSICAL & MENTAL height: 6’3” / build: broad, scarred, barrel-chested — built for war, not beauty / eye color: steel-grey / hair color: dark blonde, silvering at the temples / tattoos: none (not permitted by order tradition) / scars: countless. blade slashes. arrow wounds. a burn from his first oath. one across his chest — a near fatal betrayal he never speaks of / dominant hand: right / armor: blackened silver with the lion of eissen burned into the chestplate. he polishes it himself.
PSYCH EVAL conditions: chronic insomnia, functional depressive tendencies, survivor’s guilt, known to dissociate under extreme emotional pressure / schemas: self-sacrifice, unworthiness of joy, guilt-linked affection, emotional suppression, fear of legacy
TRAINING & SKILLS education: royal military tutelage + kingsguard elite training / swordsmanship: master-level / combat specialties: dual-wielding, long sword, close quarters, defensive formations / other skills: war strategy, equestrian command, code of silence / known for: never retreating, never hesitating + never, ever crying
LIKES silence at dawn / sword oil and polished steel / the weight of chainmail / rare books (military history or poetry — nothing in between) / loyalty shown without words / sparring before sunrise
DISLIKES court flattery / questions about family / anyone calling him “prince” / gold embroidery / pity / breaking an oath / the idea of legacy
they called him prince only once — the day he was born.
the youngest son of house eissen, alaric was never meant for crowns or courtship. where his brother was groomed for diplomacy and rule, alaric was shaped in steel and silence. he was five when the old king placed a training sword in his hand and told him, “you’ll never sit the throne, but you’ll die for it.” and he never forgot.
by thirteen, he was already sparring with grown knights. by sixteen, he’d taken his oaths and vanished into the discipline of the kingsguard. he did not look back when his mother wept. he did not flinch when his eldest brother became king. he did not speak when the high priest reminded him that no eissen would ever be chosen by the gods again.
he bled instead. quietly. constantly.
over the years, ser alaric eissen became more myth than man. the king’s shadow. the lion no longer roaring — only watching. his loyalty is absolute, but it is not soft. he has no children. no partner. no heirs. there are rumors of lovers past — men and women alike — but none stayed. he did not ask them to.
some say he is what the curse of enerin truly looks like: not rage or fire, but the slow, painful erosion of a man who was born to love and commanded instead to kneel. he is not unfeeling. but his feelings live in silence — in the way he pulls his blade before his words, in the way his gaze lingers on a battlefield too long after the last breath is drawn.
he is not cruel. he is not kind. he is simply alaric.
