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⸻ EMRYS TE KANAWA. ( commander of fire )
✷ is that JORDI WEBBER arriving at the ball ? no, cauldron bless, it’s EMRYS TE KANAWA, COMMANDER of FIRE, born to the realm as a HALF ILLYRIAN. they have walked this realm for FOUR HUNDRED YEARS and they can be DILIGENT but also VOLATILE. they carry with them the echo of GRIEF MASKED AS UNBRIDLED RAGE, SWALLOWING BLOOD WHERE YOU BIT YOUR TONGUE, AND CHOKING ON YOUR PRIDE. i do hope someone asks them to dance before the night is through. ✷
i. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 !
> overview
name. emrys te kanawa ༶ nicknames. m, ree ༶ age. four hundred years ༶ gender. cis man ༶ pronouns. he&him ༶ sexuality. bisexual ༶ zodiac sign. aries ༶ court. fire ༶ status. commander
> appearance
faceclaim. jordi webber ༶ height. 179cm ༶ build. athletic ༶ eyes. hazel green ༶ hair. curly, chocolate brown ༶ piercings. ears ༶ tattoos. sleeve on his left arm, back ( ref. ) ༶ signature scent. sandalwood, magnolia ༶ style. rarely ever seen without his armour
> personality
positive. diligent, courageous, and discerning ༶ negative. volatile, indulgent, and callous ༶ element. fire ༶ season. autumn ༶ personality type. entj, the commander ༶ moral alignment. chaotic neutral ༶ primary vice. wrath ༶ primary virtue. diligence
ii. 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !
tw: parental death
✷ abandoned as an infant, much of emrys' origins remain shrouded in mystery. the woman whom he grew up to call mother ( despite not sharing any blood ) recollects how he was found wailing inconsolably right outside the fortress, taken in by perplexed staff members. as a maid to a lady of the court, she’d taken it upon herself to care for emrys when no one returned to claim him. little bat wings signified half-illyrian blood at the very least, his pointed ears also made him fae.
✷ he was a restless child, guided by his perpetual curiosity and eagerness to make headway. combat became the easiest outlet for uncontrolled emotions. while just a boy, he’d train alongside fierce warriors; provoking ( and often getting beat up by ) the older boys present. proving himself wasn’t an easy feat— his wings combined with a dubious lineage allowed for snide remarks and a healthy dose of mistrust. confusion and humiliation ignited deep-seated anger, though he still cried in his mother’s arms at night. she’d console him, run her fingers through his curls as she convinced him none of that mattered— that he’d do great things one day.
✷ losing her in a devastating accident almost a century later marked the abrupt ending of his boyhood. he was there with her, but he hadn’t been able to save her. he isolated himself in his chambers for weeks, until he could no longer scream or cry or feel anything but rage. emrys returned amongst the living looking gaunt like a ghost, though there was a flame flickering in his eyes. succeeding wasn’t merely a choice anymore; it was the sole manner in which he could commemorate the sacrifices his mother had made for him.
✷ if he wasn’t practicing combat he took up more tasks around the fortress. if he wasn’t working he’d go get intoxicated at the salamander lounge until body and mind went numb. a cycle which endlessly repeated as months turn into years, and years turn into centuries. anything to run from from the grief that’s been relentlessly haunting him, begging emrys to face it. he can’t, though— entirely mortified to acknowledge the void in his chest where his heart used to be.
✷ the position of commander was granted to him when his predecessor perished alongside fire’s previous high lord. emrys had been vying to become commander for over a century at that point, convinced his capabilities would lead the fire court to an era of triumph and victory. he’s certain he’ll make their army stronger than before— his neck on a tight leash, ready to obey whatever it is the high lord demands, as long as emrys is the one to bask in glory.
is that EMMA D’ARCY arriving at the ball? no, cauldron bless, it’s JAMIE LUXFERO, COMMANDER of DAY, born to the realm as a HIGH FAE. they have walked this realm for FIVE HUNDRED AND FIFTY YEARS and they can be DEDICATED but also IMPULSIVE. they carry with them the echo of SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, THE COMFORT OF QUIET AND SOLITUD AND THE BRAVERY OF SOMEONE WHO’S ALWAYS BEEN DENYED. i do hope someone asks them to dance before the night is through.
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BASICS
FULL NAME: Leige Jamie Luxfero
AGE: 550
COURT: Day Court
GENDER: non-binary / transmasc
PRONOUNS: They/Them
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: sapphic
TITLE: Liege and Commander of the Armies
FACECLAIM: Emma D’arcy
Ever since they were a child, Jamie felt simply different. There was an itch in them to break out of all things imposed by their family. Stealing their brother’s clothes, refusing to let the maids do their hair and putting them in corsets, they spent their childhood running away and trying their hardest to not be seen if it was not how they wanted to be seen.
Everything they wanted for themselves, the saw handed to Apollo just because he was born a boy but something that could grow into resentment towards their brother, it just didn’t. Jamie knew it wasn’t his fault and as much as their parents kept them apart and raised them to be different things, different pawns, different cogs in the social machine, it didn’t work. The siblings grew close through secret trainings. Apollo taught Jamie how to fight, he never underestimated them and was hard on them and Jamie became a good fighter for it. He never treated them like a frail little girl like everyone else did.
When their childhood friend became High Lady of Day, Jamie fought their case. It would be their biggest honor, to be her Commander and she knew how much they had fought for it. Going against their families mandate and wishes, everything they were supposed to be. There was just one downside to it: losing their brother.
No matter how hard Jamie begged him to stay, that the title didn’t really matter, that they could lead together, Apollo left the court and left them behind. It broke Jamie’s heart but at the same time, it was the first time in their life they felt like they could breathe.
Jamie cut off their hair and donned armor and for the first time, they felt like themselves.
is that BESTE KÖKDEMIR arriving at the ball? no, cauldron bless, it’s BELKIS OZAN, SPYMASTER of WINTER, born to the realm as a SHADOWSINGER and sworn to it as its SPYMASTER. they have walked this realm for FIVE HUNDRED AND FIFTHY FOUR YEARS and they can be PERSUASIVE but also OBSTINATE. they carry with them the echo of SILVER FLOWERS OF WINTER BREAKING INTO BLOOM, MOVING LIKE A WOMAN TIED TO THE MOON, FOR IT ENVELOPS HER AND OPENS HER TO AN ABSOLUTE NIGHT WITHOUT DAWN, WARMING ANOTHER IN A PALACE OF PALE BLUE ICE . i do hope someone asks them to dance before the night is through.
i.
FULL NAME BELKIS OZAN NICKNAMES KIS WHICH FUNNILY ENOUGH MEANS WINTER TITLES SPYMASTER AGE FIVE-HUNDRED AND FIFTY FOUR PLACE OF BIRTH WINTER COURT PRONOUNS CIS WOMAN & SHE / HER
ii.
HAIR DARK BROWN, LUSCIOUS, BEDECKHED WITH JEWELS, GIVEN THE FREEEDOM TO ROAM WITH THE WIND EYES DARK BROWN, INVITING HEIGHT 5 FEET 6 INCHES SCENT NOTES OF CEDERWOOD AND ORANGE DOMINANT HAND RIGHT SCARS HER HANDS ARE NOTABLY SCARRED FROM FIRE, THOUGH STILL ELEGANT, AND SURPRISINGLY TENDER DISTINGUISHING FEATURES WELL IT IS MOST LIKELY HER FACE, WHICH IS WHY SHE'S SO ADAMANT ON CONCEALING IT, THOUGH MORE SPECIFICALLY HER MOUTH CLOTHING STYLE SHE OFTEN GOES FOR SILK AND LIGHT MATERIALS DESPITE BEING FROM THE WINTER COURT, AS SHE FINDS FUR TO BE DISTASTEFUL
iii.
MOTHER TANESI OZAN , HIGH PRIESTESS OF THE WINTER COURT FATHER UNKNOWN SIBLING(S) NONE THAT SHE KNOWS OF SIGNIFICANT OTHER(S) WELL THERE WAS ONCE OTHER N/A
vi.
born as the only child of a high priestess of the winter court, power, magic and religion were the holy and only pillars of belkis' childhood. her mother tanesi ( fashioned to a certain point to resemble lady jessica atreides ) was zealous, calculated and set on climbing great heights.
belkis in turn was bred to serve the winter court, much like tanesi, and was hardly given a choice in the matter, but she too, from an early aged, had displayed impeccable brilliance of the mind, sharper than the ever-lasting snow, and was blessed by the mother for being a shadowsinger.
while originally tenesi had desired to have belkis by her side amongst the other high priestesses, her highly coveted ability to wield and control shadows pushed her into the world of serving the court under a different role.
as an ode to just how successful belkis has always been in her role, not much is known about her, by most, not even those closest to her.
she's lived many lives, under different lies, excelling at covert operations and counterintelligence by identifying enemy spies, and serving as a great advisor to the high lady.
twisted fate, however, led her once more to a different path, as belkis had the audacity to love. like all great love tales, this one too, ended with one of them dead, and the other in despair.
belkis had discovered something she was never meant to know, and, in order to protect herself, and, in a rare act of selflessness, the one she had loved, she knew there was only one thing left to do - burn.
it only stung because the truth had come to her belatedly. he was of her kind, deep in the world of spycraft.
it's been well over a decade since their last encounter, for belkis had been presumed dead ever since.
the truth of course plays out differently, dances to another tune. alive, though hidden in the shadows, she still plays her part well, and fears nothing.
most famously, she almost always wears a veil. the materials and colours shift with the seasons, yet her face remains concealed, hidden from the rest of the world. some claim it is only to hide the scars that mark it. perhaps they're right. only she can tell you why.
is that MELISSA BARRERA arriving at the ball? no, cauldron bless, it’s PENÉLOPE ROMERO, VALKYRIE of EARTH, born to the realm as HIGH FAE. they have walked this realm for FIVE HUNDRED AND FIFTY YEARS and they can be PROTECTIVE but also STUBBRON. they carry with them the echo of GETTING INTO TROUBLE, STANDING UP FOR THE LESS FORTUNATE NO MATTER WHAT AND BRUISES AND SCRAPS ALL OVER HER BODY. i do hope someone asks them to dance before the night is through.
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BASICS
FULL NAME: Penélope Romero
AGE: 500
PLACE OF BIRTH: Earth Court
GENDER: Cis-female
PRONOUNS: She/her
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Sapphic
TITLE: Valkyrie of Earth
FACECLAIM: Melissa Barrera.
You couldn’t say that Penélope Romero wasn’t a beloved child. She came into the world kicking and screaming and demanding her own place but for a while, the universe had other plans for her. From a young age, her older brother had to teach her to protect herself. For a while, she didn’t remember a time when her mother wasn’t constantly terrified and her brother constantly defensive. But they had to endure, that was how things were in their father’s house.
He wasn’t around all the time, in fact he rarely was. Those were the times when Omar taught her how to fight as soon as she could stand. It felt like silly games at first, things that made her laugh but as she grew older, he got more serious and even though he tried, he could not shield her from everything that happened whenever their father arrived. Penélope realized far too soon for any child that their father was a violent monster, that her brother wasn’t her father’s son and that she could not understand why their mother would keep them in that house.
Penélope grew bitter and cold and she asked Omar for harder training. She didn’t want to be weak, she didn’t want him to have to take it all upon himself. She was determined. If he tried to put a finger on her, she was going to make sure it was the last thing he did. And it was but it wasn’t because of her. Omar was faster than her.
When it happened, she didn’t even blink. Penélope watched the lifeless body of her father hit the floor and she didn’t flinch. She could hear her mother cry, scared but she— just watched.
After that, their lives changed completely and they finally became a family but there was a feeling that remained. The ghost of rejection, living in fear for so long, leaves marks on your sould tha are hard to heal from but there was one feeling that preserved, the biggest. Love. Penélope loved her brother and was going to be forever thankful to him for getting rid of the man that tormented them for so long.
When she came of age and had to decide what to do with her life, the decision was easy. She was going to follow in her brother’s footsteps and become a proper fighter. A warrior. She was going to pay it forward and protect whoever needed it. That’s why she joined the Valkyries.
is that TIAN XIWEI arriving at the ball? no, cauldron bless, it’s SERAPHINE WAN, HIGH LADY from MOON, born to the realm as a HIGH FAE. they have walked this realm for SEVEN HUNDRED YEARS and they can be GRACIOUS but also STOIC. they carry with them the echo of SILVER RAYS OF MOONLIGHT SHINING ON A STONE BALCONY, SILKS IN LAVENDER DRAPED ON FAIR SKIN & BOOKS ASKEW ACROSS A VELVET CHAISE. i do hope someone asks them to dance before the night is through.
seraphine wishes she could remember her mother, but as her father told her only once ⸻ her mother perished only days after she was born. one of the very last casualties of the blight, they said. she never learned anything about her from her father, for the former high lord of moon would never speak of his deceased wife. her mother was a portrait on the wall that haunted yet also comforted serephine. the image of her mother almost felt like the moon itself, untouchable yet always illuminating her way through the dark. her nanny would tell her stories about her mother, about what a wonderful lady of the moon she made, regal and as serene like the celestial rock in the night sky. serephine swore she would be just like her mother, only she would be high lady of moon and she would bring her court back to greatness after the blight wiped out so many of them.
it was no surprise to her when the cauldron stripped her father of the high ruler title and it transferred to her ⸻ she knew he would never let it go willingly, but she was patient and was willing to bide her time. seraphine considers herself ready for what lies ahead, for whatever it takes to ensure moon is finally healed and shining once again. though, she is cautious and wary of all others. no court other then their sister court, star, came to moon's aid several thousands of years ago when the blight plagued them and only them. seraphine is distrusting, but watchful. waiting to see which courts can be trusted and which cannot.
name: seraphine wan
age: seven hundred
moral alignment: true neutral
medical history: n/a
hair color: black
eye color: violet
talent(s): playing the harp, embroidery,
like(s): the night, white flowers, chamomile tea
dislike(s): crowds, bright lights, obnoxious individuals
positive traits: gracious, thoughtful, polite
negative traits: stoic, brash, avoidant
is that TAZ SKYLAR arriving at the ball? no, cauldron bless, it’s CALLUM DONNELLY, EMISSARY from DAY. they have walked this realm for FIVE HUNDRED & FIFTY YEARS and they can be ERNEST but also ANXIOUS. they carry with them the echo of LATE NIGHTS AT WORK, A FIRST AIDE KIT, & A LISTENING EAR. i do hope someone asks them to dance before the night is through.
full name: callum donnelly
pronouns: he/him
nicknames: cal
title/occupation: emissarry of day court
zodiac sign: libra
race: high-fae
sexuality: bisexual
moral alignment: lawful good
faceclaim: taz skylar
tw: death
as a former retired general of the court, callum's father found nothing more difficult than trying to figure out a way to relate to his son, all of the hopes and expectations of having another boy he can help train and build up to get to where he once was as a family legacy, and callum did what was expected, at least what he could get away with while silently dragging his feet, learning the bare minimum of his training and easily taking it when his sparing partner beat him, perfectly content with just sitting in the sidelines with his books and letting a caterpillar inch up his arm with gentle wonder as all his cousins and their friends continued gleefully. and truth be told he really did prefer his mother at the end of the day anyway. she wasn't as gruff as everyone else, allowing him to be who he was with no expectations, and always willing to listen to all the rich histories that he read about in his books, that sweet nurturing support only growing his passions and interest in it all, no matter how different that made him in the donelly clan, a large extended family filled with soldiers.
and once she grew ill callum was there at her bedside every day, doing all he could to give back to the woman that had given him everything. but the healing magic and medicinal meals really only went so far. when she she finally passed it felt like he had lost the most important person in the world to him, now he and his dad the only immediate family they had left. the strain on their relationship now weighed with what they had lost, but it was what callum had needed to finally tell his father he wasn’t a soldier nor did he have any real desire to be. It didn’t take much while begrudgingly training to realize this wasn’t how he wanted to settle issues, finally leading him to make the decision to become emissary once getting the chance, ready to put himself forth as the representative of his court, working alongside those within the inner circle including the high lady zaina and current commander jamie, who he’s had by his side for as long as he could remember. things are good...he has a job that he strongly believes in and has found others who appreciate him as he is, even if the current relation to his father isn’t where he would like it to be.
is that ISA BRIONES arriving at the ball? no, cauldron bless, it’s LIZETH ESPINOZA, HIGH LADY OF DAWN. born to the realm as a HIGH FAE. they have walked this realm for FOUR HUNDRED YEARS and they can be DEDICATED but also HIGH STRUNG. they carry with them the echo of SUNLIGHT BREAKING THROUGH THE NIGHT, ALWAYS TRYING TO BE TWO STEPS AHEAD & HAIR TIED INTO A TIGHT BRAID. i do hope someone asks them to dance before the night is through.
full name: lizeth espinoza
pronouns: she/her
nicknames: lizzie by her parents and me lol
title: high lady of the dawn court
zodiac sign: virgo
race: high-fae
sexuality: demi spec
moral alignment: lawful good
faceclaim: isa briones
lizeth espinoza had grown up with the expectation of becoming a future high ruler to her court planted on her head her whole life, and while some might have taken that as far too daunting of a pressure to even think about, the young fae thrived in it. eyes wide and bright at the possibility of being part of the reason for real, good, change within her people. she took it upon herself to study all that there was to know about the role, jumping at the chances given to listen in on important inner circle meetings or diplomatic trips to courts outside of her own. lizeth would constantly take mental notes and setting things that felt important enough to memory. as a kid she was by far more eager to break into the more restricted sections of libraries than socializing with others her age, finding it a bit harder to connect when having such a strong personality type, and now as an adult she still feels a bit hesitant with the more social aspect that came with being high lady of the court, but she’ll be damned to let it show, taking it as her own personal challenge against herself, and there was nothing that got lizeth espinoza more ready than a challenge; having something to prove.
being the stubborn go-getter she has been all her life, once the high fae saw the effects of the spring and day court's former high lady's growing ill and their heirs essentially taking over, lizeth couldn't help herself from taking the opportunity to plead with her parents to step down from their own formal roles so that she could finally take her place, to fulfill what she has believed all her life to be her life's purpose,but all of her training didn't prepare her for all the change that has suddenly fallen over mistvale, which had been at peace for so long. and suddenly feeling the shift of this change, alongside the political betrothal she now has to one apollo luxfero who she has yet to have a decent enough impression of, the high fae is starting to think she may be a little in over her head with all of this….but at least everyone else around her was starting anew, right? a fresh, clean slate… with all the offspring of high fae from other courts she had potentially struggled connecting with in the past…right. this was fine. It was all going to be…fine.
cauldron bless, it’s LEYA INFERNI, LADY of FIRE, born to the realm as a HIGH-FAE. they have walked this realm for FOUR HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO YEARS and they can be IDEALISTIC but also GUILELESS. they carry with them the echo of THE SWEET SCENT OF VANILLA & HONEYSUCKLE, A SONGBIRD LOCKED IN A GILDED CAGE LEFT ON A WINDOWSILL, AND INQUISITIVE EYES HIDING ALONGSIDE A COY SMILE. i do hope someone asks them to dance before the night is through.
full name: leya inferni
title: lady of fire
occupation: wife to the high lord
race: high-fae
sexuality: demisexual
moral alignment: chaotic good
leya had always expected she would lead a wonderful life one day at court, even dreamed about it on occasion. her hopes were high and the fanciful visions of the joyful life she'd one day call her own kept her spirits up. especially after the unexplained death of her father as a child, an event that shook every branch of her family tree.
never having been blessed with any children of his own, her uncle became the surrogate father leya so desperately missed, and there were plenty of moments when the hole in her heart was successfully filled by his presence. he taught her well—not only honing her intellect, but perfecting the very way she carried herself. her family instilled her with pride and strength, but her unwavering compassion for those in her life undermined those efforts. luckily for the young fae, with such a large family of respected elders, she turned out well enough and with plenty of prospects to choose from. but there was only one thing that mattered, finding her mate just as her parents had found each other. she wanted that, a real love.
but that choice was taken from leya before she even got to make it and she quickly found herself losing control of her own life—losing all the freedoms she'd always known. and taken for granted. her marriage to the high lord-to-be was arranged and underway before she ever had the opportunity to object. leya didn't understand why he'd rushed to marry, but she did understand why the choice had been her. not at first of course, but the more she saw the oldest members of her family appearing at court it all made sense. influence was a fantastic commodity.
less than a fortnight after she'd been wed, leya managed to flee from the fortress with a little help from a maid who'd taken pity on her. unfortunately her plan lacked basically everything but her desire to regain her freedom and it was foiled by one of the knights. she was quickly captured and made to return to the residence that had become her own personal prison. the very same guard was assigned to her, one of the ruler's own knights, so a careful watch could be kept.
and perhaps that had been for the best as he managed to thwart several other escape attempts. leya never got as far as she had that first time, and eventually she stopped trying altogether after finally finding new reasons to be happy. it was no easy task, and it took years before leya was able to truly slip into her role and feel as though she could do something good.
she learned the most important of lessons from both her parents, but was unable to heed the warning of either back then. the death of her father reminded her how good things come to an end too soon. and from her mother, the more you love something the faster you are to lose it. if only she'd learned the first time around, she wouldn't have felt so lost and betrayed when it finally happened and she lost what she held so dear.
𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔
she married the now high lord almost fifty years ago. it's not them, per se, she is so against. absolutely open to the couple even getting on well?? it's purely the fact she'd been forced into the position she was that leya is so vehemently against
leya wasn't given much choice when it came to going forward with her marriage. her options were do it and everything will be fine OR don't and someone in your family could die. and then she still has to get married to him anyway. so she went through with it, mostly because she was scared for her sister and wanted to protect her too. this can absolutely be something her husband never even knew about—his father's doing, from an inner circle member, or maybe he was so determined to get a wife he didn't care how?
she has mate, emrys, but he doesn't know it yet. only she knows about it
leya knows how to and often does play the exact role that is expected of her. she's dutiful where she needs to be and knows not to embarrass the court or her new family, but those who spend enough to time in their shared presence can start to pick up on the small things that could be otherwise missed.
there had previously been some rumors of her being involved in an affair, but have since ceased, though she does have a select few friends in the castle who know just how much truth there is behind the words
she doesn't like to admit it out loud, but she's pretty sure her own mother has come to hate her. when she was younger, after her father passed, she would catch glimpses of harsh looks from her. but it was after the marriage arrangement was made official and her mother appeared so thrilled that confirmed her suspicion. in reality, her mother just struggles so much and doesn't know how to deal with the fact leya is the spitting image of her late-husband. the one she loved more than any other, leya included.
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔
father: deceased.
mother: estranged.
siblings: one younger half-sister. possible connection coming.
uncle: open connection.
other family: perhaps some elders from her family or cousins??
companions: she needs friends, but maybe those in her own court steer clear of her?
enemies: probably has plenty. some might not trust her or think she's good for the high lord since it's obvious she doesn't really want to be there
