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[ocurses]

             ( cis male / park jimin / he/him ) HANUEL JI is a SHADOW KNIGHT hailing from the kingdom of WHELDRAKE. The TWENTY FIVE year old is travelling to the council summit because they believe in PEACE. They HAVE NOT lost their magic and possess the ability of SHADOW MAGIC. HE is CONFIDENT, GENEROUS but also PARANOID. i wonder if they’ll get what they want at the summit? 

born far wheldrake’s capitol in the freshwater marshes. parents were soldiers and occasional fishermen   —   they lost their shadow magic before he was born, but were devout in respecting ancestors and communicating with the dead. war came in waves, and when his parents decided to join ranks again he was sent into the city to live with his uncle 

his uncle hadn’t lost his magic, and served as a low-ranked and poor military advisor. hanuel found better company in the slums. magic-less users who got by wit and brawn led by a court sorcerer fallen from grace after his powers vanished. long story short  —   when hanuel came into his own powers, his new “family” recruited him into a thieving guild and bam, hanuel’s getting a slew of lessons in magic, deception, and stealth. 

of course they’re busted, and by this time hanuel’s old enough to receive some punishment. salvation comes in the dwindling number of magic users in wheldrake, and hanuel trades a service in chains for a service in arms. after several years, he’s proven useful enough to move up the ranks into the elite squad of shadow knights. a relatively fresh recruit, he’s eager to prove he’s worth keeping. 

WANTS : true community , friendship without strings , personal glory , affirmation .

DESIRES : visit other foreign lands , keep his magic , learn to read / write more fluently

POWERS : ability to create a companion shadow for a short period of time , dark-vision , communicate with the dead , can create a small shadow blade 

CONNECTIONS :

past, established : someone he’s stolen from in the past , enemies of his former guild , asks him to communicate with a passed relative , mentor in shadow magic , a former meet-cute lover ( any gender or location ) , “friend” he betrayed and they meet again ( friends - enemies - ? ) , he definitely “got rid of” someone they loved OR hated , shadow magic mentor

new experiences :  he hears gossip about them and they catch him ,  someone who seems fishy , academic mentors , playmates ( he likes games ! theater ! costumes ! all those delights he never experienced growing up ) ,  new sparring partner , he’s got a crushhhh ( and it probably won’t lead anywhere but pls ) , he misjudges them ! let it lead to disaster somehow ! , an unlikely friend 

[mazusdrabek]

( cismale / kivanc tatilug / he/him ) MAZUS DRABEK is a SORCERER hailing from the kingdom of WHELDRAKE. The THIRTY SIX year old is travelling to the council summit because they believe in WAR. They HAVE NOT lost their magic and possess the ability to MANIPULATE SHADOWS INTO TANGIBLE SHAPES. HE is ENDURING, DECISIVE but also INFLEXIBLE. i wonder if they’ll get what they want at the summit?

bio and wcs under the cut !!

BIO

Slip a silver spoon into a child’s mouth often enough and they soon expect the weight of it. They anticipate the way the metal warms quickly on their tongue, the richness and salt of the milky broth, and it’s human instinct to want more. Mazus was born with his mother’s appetite. Was raised with that same voracious desire that kept his belly empty despite every rich thing he was fed, clothed in, or served. But dress a mongrel up in silks and he is still a bastard -- despite having the king's eyes. Officially, his mother is married to a lord. But there's a steady trickle of rumors in Wheldrake of his blood connection to it's monarch, and so Mazus is kept in the countryside. But he soon outgrows the cage and collar that he tolerated as a child, and even as the lord his mother married attempts to hinder him from arriving at court -- Mazus is ambitious and heads to the capital with his mother's coin heavy in his pockets.

He is but one of many sorcerers attempting to rise at court. And aside from his sister, Mazus finds his family largely disinterested in his arrival. But survival is learned behavior, and the waters of court are unforgiving to tread. Mazus catches on quickly to swim, not sink, and to do so he needs to ruin his rivals. He plays tame at first. Bides his time before he slowly, efficiently cuts them clean like fat from a choice cut of meat until he sits comfortably near Wheldrake's most influential sorcerers.

At court he's notorious for honeyed compliments and occasionally warming the beds of those he feels are most beneficial to his comfort. Mazus has grown accustomed to being a pampered creature. He catches the hands that feed the choice cuts, and tucks his lips so his teeth don’t prick the skin. But he’s been raised from the teat of a traitor, and there’s a price tag on the intimacy he offers. Ravenous. Desirous. Mazus wets his mouth on what he can gain, not offer. But he will do everything in his power to keep you content so long as you're useful.

WCS

- an enemy who throws his position as a bastard to his face

- a lover (he’s pansexual so any gender works) or someone that he courting for personal gain

- someone he butts heads with over his stance of war

- a soft muse who makes him pause to think over the potential of peace

- and friends, frenemies, anything !!

[andbcne-archive]

( cis female / olga kurylenko / she/hers ) MORRIGAN BLACKSEER is a HIGH SEER hailing from the kingdom of ZODARC. The THIRTY SIX year old is travelling to the council summit because they believe in NEUTRALITY. They HAVE NOT lost their magic and possess the ability to PERFORM DIVINATION. SHE is ENIGMATIC, SECLUDED but also INSISTENT. i wonder if they’ll get what they want at the summit?

triggers for illness, child death

small stats

name: morrigan blackseer. age: 36. status: high seer. sexuality: demiromantic unknown. kingdom: zodarc. magic: divination. hair color: dark brown. eye color: green. height: 5′9″. build: lithe, curvy, thin. 

biography

       her birth had been prophesized, according to the blackseer family, who held true only to their gods, their monarchs, and their deep-seeded rituals. with a long lineage of various kinds of divining magic, it made sense. it was never the fate that morrigan wanted for herself, but when the stars and fates decreed it otherwise she had little to do but bend to their will. moons ago the blackseers (then going by the farseers) held the position of high seer in the zodarc courts ---their magic ensured their place, children were tested and the title was passed from parent to child or grand child, based off of their capabilities. but with time came the fading and fewer showed the potential of their elders. the proud title of their lineage passed to someone outside of their blood and for a family that held such pride in their work, shame only came to fill that space.

      then her great-great-grandfather fell before their gods with a split in his hand, swearing anything in the power of the farseer family to carry on their talents ---that someone be born with the sight, with the ability to divine the stars or tea leaves, stones or maps ... anything. for decades it seemed his plea had been ignored, that favor had slipped from the farseers, that instead a curse had been lain upon them. children were born sick, blind or deaf, barely making it out of their youth before something claimed their frail lives. the farseers, in mourning, donned their current surname and prepared for the end of their lineage then and there. but they clung to life, somehow. sick children grew into magicless adults, who in turn had children down the line, until morrigan was born. whispers of their ancestor’s plea to the gods accompanied them, as if perhaps it were a solemn lullaby instead of a foreboding warning.

      morrigan was not a sickly child, at first. not until she was six and a cold took her, until the color and vision drained from her left eye and she was left completely blind in it. it’s the will of our gods, of the stars, her grandmother insisted - but it was an omen, more than anything else. the sight claimed that eye, and when the blackseers discovered their daughter had magic in their veins they elevated her above the station of wistful child and into a place no young daughter should have been: into responsibility too heavy for her shoulders. with her one sightless eye she let go of her dream of being a great warrior and had no choice but to accept her fate: she’d be the next high seer, or she’d bring her family immeasurable shame.

      she was kept under thumb, under scrutinizing gaze, left only to practice her magic in all forms of divining. numbers, stars, stones, tea leaves, maps, touch, cards ... day after day, night after night, she was plucked from her bed at all odd hours to learn the constellations and master them. by sixteen she was presented to the temples in zodarc and appointed as a seer. by eighteen she was elevated to her position of high seer - and at last, the prophecy had been fulfilled. at last she had brought pride to her family’s name again.

      morrigan has served her kingdom faithfully for sixteen years, though it’s not beyond her to sell her talents to wandering travelers, curious of their fate in general or in specificity. she’s a showman at heart with strangers, but part of her still rues that the choice of her future was robbed of her, that whether it be fate or a pact or a curse, choice was robbed of her. but you’ll hear no whispers of that from her.

personality

      it’s difficult to put a finger on which side of morrigan’s personality anyone will encounter, unless they’re a member of the royal family. half the time she’s deathly serious, all foreboding omens and cloudy futures, and half the time she’s completely full of shit ---but either way she sells it the same, with a twinkle in her eye. her interests lay with neutrality in the vein of peace or war, the stars don’t ask for an alignment, and so morrigan doesn’t choose sides. there’s a certain bitterness to her deep down, something woeful for the future she was handed and never given a choice in, but it’s not anything she’ll ever share with anyone.

      she can be relatively jaded on most outlooks, considering the ritualistic circumstances of her upbringing: at eighteen and before her appointment as high seer she participated in her family’s insistence that she sell her maidenhead to a knight under a full moon to secure her position as high seer (it’s not an event she particularly enjoyed). she seeks less a physical connection with individuals and instead champions building emotional relationships, though she’s not particularly easy to grow close with.

      ultimately morrigan’s sense of humor is dark and sarcastic, just as her outlook on most things. a part of her still clings to a dream of something more interesting than reading palms in her spare time, but she’s wholly settled with her station in life. and truly, it’s not a bad one.

[arcanaei]

( demi boy / chittaphon leechaiyapornkul / he / them ) JOVE ASTASEUL is FORTUNE TELLER hailing from the kingdom of ZODARC. The TWENTY - FOUR year old is traveling to the council summit because they believe in PEACE. They HAVE NOT lost their magic and possess the ability to READ FORTUNES WITH TAROT CARDS. HE is CHARMING, SWEET but also ENIGMATIC. i wonder if they’ll get what they want at the summit? 

BIOGRAPHY

he is just another kid left to the orphanage, another boy who doesn’t know his parents or where he’s from. the battle begins early in life, foster families never stick around, friendships always get cut short. jove grows a thick skin until he meets her — a young girl with a wide smile on her face, one that looks up to him with wide eyes, uttering words he knows he’ll never forget; the stars told me i'm to find you, brother.

family begins then, with alyssa. he’s hit with a strong urge to protect, make sure nothing bad happens to his sister. if there’s anything he can do for her, he doesn’t bat an eye, not wanting her to be subjected to the cruelties of life, not if he can help it.

he first realizes his skills when he finds a battered deck of tarot cards, frayed around the edges, some of them missing. the moment he touches them, he can feel the energy flowing through them, can feel the gaps of those cards that are gone. he uses placeholders as he studies the arcanae at nights, feeling more than what meets the eye.

magic runs through his veins, and they begin performing on the streets when they can. jove tries to put a few coins in their pocket by performing street acts, reading fortunes, slowly gaining experience. he’s much too young to be taken seriously at first, people either ignore him completely or think he is a beggar — it takes a while until he can actually show his magic. alyssa is by his side, and they become a two person act at times, trying to get on their own feet.

it’s one of those days that they get recognized by someone from the palace- someone who realizes jove’s magic at first, how there is truth behind his fortunes, how much he can learn by looking at a battered deck of cards. when he gets invited to a new life- he drags his feet and asks his sister to be allowed with him too — and just like that, they begin a new life, something completely unexpected.

he’s grateful- feels as if everything is too good to be true. it’s surprising how quickly life turns around- something jove hadn’t believed in when the cards spoke to him. years pass by, the woman looks to them with kindness as jove hones his magic and gains more experience. alyssa becomes the lady in waiting while jove reads fortunes, cards filled with magic.

it’s no secret that the magic has begun to flicker away, something off about how people use their talents. when the talk of a summit reaches his ears, the fact that zodarc should showcase its talents, he volunteers to be part of it. magic has been an integral part of jove’s life- and he wants to do everything he can do to help others, to protect them and the magic that runs through their veins.

PLOT IDEAS

people from the orphanage

people whose fortunes he read when he was performing

people from the palace / zodarc

people whose fortunes he reads regularly

during fortune telling, he learned something your muse didnt want him to know 

friends / fwbs / other performers / fortune tellers from other kingdoms

anything else up to chemistry!

i hope everything make sense ! pls hit me up if any of these strike your fancy or you’d like to plot something else ! and if you give this a like, i’ll hit you up instead ♡

[ofshadcw]

[ FEMALE / SHE-HER / DICHEN LACHMAN / 34 ] — darkness calls to ( NAKANA “KANA” TEKEN’VAL ) of ( WHELDRAKE ). the ( SHADOW KNIGHT ) has been in welkin for ( 3 MONTHS ) and still works towards their goal of ( WAR ). the watchers see ( wet sand and black ink; comfortable silences in the dark of early mornings; bruised and bloody knuckles; the memory of a shadow like something from a nightmare ) when ( SHE ) is mentioned, and their ability to ( CONJURING-SHADOW SPELLS ) may be of interest to the council. ( KANA ) has been said to be ( GRACEFUL, SCRUPULOUS ) and also ( CRUEL ). will power consume or control? only time will tell. —

info:

name: nakana teken’val. nickname: kana. birthday: october 24th. age: 34. star sign: scorpio. gender: cis female. pronouns: she/her. orientation: bisexual. occupation: shadow knight of wheldrake. height: 5′7".

about:

Kana grew up an only child, constantly trying to figure out who she wanted to be, it was only when she was in her teens that she saw some of Wheldrakes Shadow Knights returning from battle and if something like love was possible for someone like her, then it was love at first sight. From then she had dedicated herself to her education and craft so that she could rise through the ranks and become the one thing that she wanted more than anything. 

She’d never been particularly big or on the muscular side of things, so she’d stuck with what she knew, speed and agility, her magic manifesting later than others at the age of 17. Thankfully this meant that she’d begun training without it, her speed and agility were only enhanced by her magic. She was able to shadow step. The ability to step from one place of shadow to another (within a certain distance), as though she were one with the shadows. It had taken her a while to master, only able to go short distances to begin with, somewhere within sight, but now as long as she had seen it at least once before, or had a good enough description, she could manipulate the shadows and step through to the shadow realm, walking freely and unburdened before finding her way out where she needed to be.

Her area of expertise as she grew up became more stealth, infiltration and assassination. Simply stepping through the shadows of the enemies war camps and taking out the guards to allow Wheldrakian forces to enter. Now that did not mean she couldn’t handle herself in a fight, in fact she often found herself wishing for a fight, that chaos that came with it. There was one drawback to her particular magic, and that was the requirement of darkness and shadows. A room that was well lit didn’t have enough dark corners for her to simply walk out of the shadows. Some enemies were prepared for this, and that was when she got to use her blades. 

It was very rare to see Kana over emotional in any form, anger, happiness, jealousy. She was always so collected, except for her cruelty, that usually wasn’t restrained in any form. Not at those she considered an ally, but someone from another kingdom, gods help them. She liked to toy with them for her own entertainment.

The two blades that she wore almost everywhere were twins, two halves of a whole, made from black steel the short swords hung from each hip, their weight often gave her comfort, even when battle wasn’t imminent. Where she went, they went. Until Welkin, she wasn’t allowed to wear them most of the time, because peace didn’t need weapons. It put her on edge, she felt off balance, exposed, it had her short tempered and snappy. Kana hated these talks, peace didn’t suit her, it was boring and a waste of time, it was what losing kingdoms wanted to avoid obliteration.

connections:

all of them ^_^

please just throw anything and everything at her

[ofhcaling]

[ FEMALE / SHE-HER / POPPY DRAYTON / 26 ] — darkness calls to ( PENELLOPE “NELL” REGWYN ) of ( GULLIVERE ). the ( PRINCESS/PRIESTESS ) has been in welkin for ( 3 MONTHS ) and still works towards their goal of ( PEACE ). the watchers see ( ripe peaches and faded flowers; the smell of earth after it rains; misty sunrises seen through open windows; echoing laughs in flower crowns ) when ( SHE ) is mentioned, and their ability to ( HEAL ) may be of interest to the council. ( NELL ) has been said to be ( CALM, GRACEFUL ) and also ( NAIVE ). will power consume or control? only time will tell. —

info:

name: penellope regwyn. nickname: nell. birthday: april 23rd. age: 26. star sign: taurus. gender: cis female. pronouns: she/her. orientation: bisexual. occupation: priestess of gullivere. height: 5'3".

about:

the youngest of the regwyns (only just), nell clung to that childhood innocence, believing that everything can be fixed with the right attitude or if you simply want it bad enough.

this has greatly contributed to her need to not let people down, she has always been a people pleaser, but only so much as it won’t get her in trouble. no that was left for her brothers whom she absolutely adores.

thankfully she still posseses the ability to use her magic, a blessing really as that is what she clings to most, without that she isn’t really sure who she’d be. but all magic comes at a cost, healing minor injuries and ailments is easy for her, but the greater the injury, the greater the strain it put on her. unfortunately she doesn’t like turning people away, so she has a habit of pushing herself too far, to the point of exhaustion, occasionally even collapse.

she has been a practicing healer for as long as she can remember, it first started with animals when she was a child running through the woods and things that other children would find and bring her. at a younger age than most other healers she began working on people, but every challenge she was given she overcame, she was and still is very serious when it comes to her studies.

nell wasn’t supposed to have come to the summit, she’d been asked to stay at home and continue helping people there, seeing as everyone else was leaving for the negotiations. there was much begging and pleading to let her go, she’d never left gullivere before and she so desperately wanted to see other places and meet other people. the soldiers that had made their way through their realm during the war had filled her head with such wonderful stories of sprawling seas, underground cities and cities that floated on water, of magic and creatures she’d never seen before. nell wasn’t a rule breaker, she was always well behaved and did what was asked of her growing up, the doting daughter, the sweetheart of a sister, but this was one rule that she couldn’t help but break. 

she’d followed a few hours behind the precession of people that had marched to welkin, making sure to stay close enough to not get into trouble in unfamiliar territory, but far enough away that she wouldn’t get caught immediately.

connections:

all of them ^_^

please just throw anything and everything at her

[ofblxxd]

[FEMALE / SHE + HER / KEIRA KNIGHTLEY / 37 ] — darkness calls to (RHEA CARSTAIRS) of (GULLIVERE). the (GREEN KNIGHT) has been in welkin for (3 MONTHS) and still works towards their goal of (PEACE). the watchers see ( verdant forests and fields, barefeet on dirt and stone, the glint of a blade in slender hands, the crest of a bear, a haphazard smile and a steady, unwavering gaze ) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability of (GEOKINESIS) may be of interest to the council. (RHEA) has been said to be (LIONHEARTED & QUICK WITTED) and also (STUBBORN). will power consume or control? only time will tell. —

overview

If asked, Rhea wouldn’t be able to recall her parents beyond a hazy memory of warm eyes and the brush of lips against her temple as they said goodbye. Both were healers with a compass that always pointed them north – towards goodness, towards those in pain. Though their kingdom was not participating in the war, both of her parents felt called to help heal those who were. But wars always took more than they gave and when her parents left that night, they never came back; casualties in a war their people were not fighting. 

War orphans weren’t altogether common in Gullivere, due to the peace-keeping nature of the kingdom, but that’s what Rhea was. Rhea, with bony elbows and knobby knees, a young girl rendered parentless at so young – a ward of her people, shuffled between homes of those who could take her in for a time, who had enough kindness to spare. 

This only went on for a year or so after her parents passed, until her magic began to manifest. When she got mad, the ground trembled, when she was excited, stones flew every which way – when she felt anything beyond a normal degree of emotion, it made itself known. At that point, kindness slowly began to run out and impatience took its place. She was more trouble than she was worth and the shuffled lifestyle only increased until Rhea grew used to keeping her small knapsack packed at the foot of her bed, ready for the next home someone might shuffle her to.

It wasn’t until her ninth year that things shifted for the better when she convinced the stable master of an esteemed, retired Green Knight to let her have a job with the horses. Like her, they preferred feet on the ground, the feel of earth beneath them. And, like her, many were without parents. There was a kinship in that and she took most things, including the job of shoveling shit and bailing hay for horses, in stride. What she didn’t take were the older stable boys picking on her, pulling at her hair and doing their best to push her aside in any task she did. 

The day she finally got fed up was a day the Green Knight happened to be coming to the stables and caught sight of her, slight though she was, using her magic to throw one of the offending parties through the stable gates. Edwin Carstairs saw something in her that no one had bothered to notice since her parent’s untimely deaths: potential. He had no daughters but his sons who were content to live off of him and his land and had shirked the mantle of knighthood their father sought to bestow upon them. 

So when he saw potential in young Rhea, he sought to cultivate it. He shared a similar gift like hers, tied to earth rather than nature itself like his sons. Edwin took her under his wing and began to mentor and teach her. It didn’t matter that his family detested the thought of him spending so much of his time teaching and training an orphan, he was the one person who told her she could be more than she was and Rhea believed him. She threw herself headfirst into the work he set out before her, seeking to better herself and become a Greek Knight just like him. 

Despite the fact that his family resented her presence (though they begrudgingly grew used to it), Edwin formally adopted her when she was sixteen. Rhea was a Carstairs now and, a few years later, she’d become a Green Knight just like her father.

She was never close to her adopted family save her father, but never resented the fact either. Even as a girl, she understood that Edwin mentoring and training her wasn’t common, and that she was taking time away from his family. So she never blamed them for their sharp words or for how they never warmed up to her. Her focus had always been on surviving, to get by with hard work and create a life and path for herself that was her own choosing, not determined by the status of her birth or lack of family. 

Though never outright arrogant, Rhea was proud of herself and achievements as she rose in rank amongst her fellow Green Knights. Her father had trained her well, pushing her past what she thought she could achieve. Time and experience rendered her a capable, confident knight with a deep connection to earth and respect for warriors. Though she’s for peace and believed the summit a good place to start, she knows that peace is never free and anyone who thinks differently is foolish. Peace has a higher cost than most things but it’s one that will need to be paid if they want bloodshed to end. 

personality 

Rhea has always been determined and self assured, tenacious when faced with adversity and motivated to prove herself when there’s any doubt in her capabilities. She is lionhearted and valiant in the face of injustice and opposition, and kind towards those who’ve never received much of it. Quick-witted and stubborn, she has always been one to think on her toes and to think for herself. Her beliefs are her own, as is her life, and she lives it accordingly.

[ofblxxd]

[FEMALE / SHE + HER / CHARLOTTE HOPE / 26 ] — darkness calls to (ELEANORA ALDEBRAND) of (FEYRE). the (LADY PRINCESS) has been in welkin for (3 MONTHS) and still works towards their goal of (NEUTRALITY). the watchers see ( two shadows diverging at crossroads, flaming red hair neatly fastened back, pages of worn, well loved books, the sunrise staining the early morning sky with red and orange hues, a stiff upper lip, half-moons dug into palms by clenched fists ) when (SHE) is mentioned, and their ability to ( CREATE & MANIPULATE FIRE ) may be of interest to the council. (ELEANORA) has been said to be (PROUD & SCRUPULOUS) and also (EQUITABLE). will power consume or control? only time will tell. — 

overview

Eleanora was born one half of a whole, minutes after her sister. Despite being born together, they were separated all the same, by virtue of her sister being crown princess due to a matter of minutes – seconds in space that would define their lives. 

Her sister was always the more precocious of the two princesses of Feyre, always the more outspoken and free-spirited. But she could always do what Eleanora could not. Her duty was to be the perfect princess, in hopes of winning an alliance for the kingdom. Her sister would rule when their father passed, and no one could take that birthright away from her. Eleanora simply wanted to do her part and fell in line with what was expected of her. 

Though proud and perhaps distant, her demeanor has always been an act of self preservation– the understanding that she would never be favorite or first and therefore should work to be content with her station. And she was – she lacked for nothing and was afforded the best gold could buy – tutors, trainers, instructors, mentors. She took advantage of it all in order to make an auspicious match and come off as the most presentable, put together lady.

From her first breath, she was always loyal to her family, kingdom and people. They were her beating heart and, as such, she hated to see anyone lacking if she could help. She would go into the city from the palaces, disguised as a commoner and equipped with food to feed those in need. If she did nothing to be born in a palace, then the poorest amongst her people did nothing to be born into a life such as the one they had. 

War had caused losses too terrible for words so when the summit  was brought up as an opportunity to cease fighting, she thought it wise to attend. She is more for neutrality than peace out of practicality's sake. Going from full-on war between kingdoms to peace overnight is not an achievable goal, better to strive for neutrality than a complete change that would surely only create more unrest. 

personality

Though proud and sometimes distant, Eleanora can be congenial and kind. She is equally scrupulous and sharp-tongued when she needs to be but prefers not to engage in petty arguments unless someone’s offended and/or insulted herself or a member of her family. In that case, Eleanora is all too willing to exchange words. She’s rather smart, having always had an affinity for learning and enjoys reading books on an assortment of subjects. She’s always wanting to learn more regardless of where she is, and that remains true even in Welkin.