"Yeah yeah, I'm a liar, I'm a criminal, I'm awful, guess what? So is everyone here. You've got to work with me though so shut up, suck it up, and try not to get killed"
Basics
Legal Name ✵ Keareim
Age ✵ 26
Pronouns ✵ He/Him
Orientation ✵ Queer
Skin ✵ Dark Brown
Build ✵ Slim
Height ✵ 1.53 m / 5' 0''
Eye Color ✵ Bright Acquamarine
Hair ✵ Cangiant Indigo, Wavy, Past the Shoulders, Often Pulled in a Low Ponytail
Occupation ✵ Sex Worker | Informant and Assasin
Notable Features ✵ Razor-Thin Scars over Fingertips and Sides, Violet-Backed Starling Wings and Tail, Dappled Feathers near Ears
an incredibly confusing man. goes from vain and capricious to serious and almost aggressive in a near-instant. seems incapable of not being teasing and sensual every second, and very much appears to enjoy the attention from it. for as many people call him annoying, many others call him fair and level-headed. even as Gailkyane people are split on whether he is a blood-soaked menace or a caring, if unexpected, savior
Likes ✵ playing music, flying, smoking, knives, cloudy days, warm weather, jewelry and shiny fabrics
Dislikes ✵ loud sounds, straight-laced people, excessive light, being looked down on,
Speaking Style ✵ a thick accent and very low voice, almost in a constant sensual purr. he's no wordsmith, but he's a practiced liar and skilled at leading conversations. varies in formality depending on who he interacts with, constantly using petnames. as Gailkyane, much more formal and doesn't really use pet names. swears only occasionally
Clothing Style ✵ a fan of sheer, shimmering fabrics and light clothes, that more often than not cover very little. quite elegant and tasteful though, with metallic ornaments and body jewelry in spades, includes many piercings. in cold weather, tends to add more layers rather than covering more. however as Gailkyane covers up everything and gives up the sheer colorful fabrics for skin-tight dark clothes. he also colors his hair, wings and tail black
[backstory and taglist under the cut]
[TW: Violence, Absue, Cults, Murder, Sexual Themes]
Backstory
Kea knows very little about his biological family beyond the fact that his mother was shirevi and his father was avian. He's not sure who they are or if they're even alive. As far as he' knows's been told they abandoned him, but he doesn't trust it. Either way, he considers it irrelevant, as he still grew up within a "closed community". This community was very reserved with many codes about behavior and a strong belief in a "good ancestry", which Kea as a halfblood didn't have. However it was their belief that he could be saved. He just had to do a lot of favors and jobs, and accept his punishments when he failed. And he "failed" a lot.
Kea only really started noticing that what he was doing was a lot of crime when his caretaker, Asteren, began distancing himself from the community. He was ten when both he and Asteren decided that enough was enough. Asteren left, rescuing as many people like Kea as possible, while Kea himself baited patrols into the community, led by Lieutenant General Halievak. Kea got caught up in the stint by his former leader and had to kill the woman to free himself.
After that, Kea disappeared into anonimity. However Gailkyane started to surface as an assasin for hire, quite cheap but not taking every job; most of the time he'd go after abusers and kidnappers. Kea instead mostly appeared in pubs and dark alleys, talking to people and slipping things in and out of their pockets, an entertainer. It's here that he met Lukiat, who was fresh off of running away. The two struck up an uncanny alliance that developed into friendship and often pulled each other off the deep end. As Gailkyane, Kea became an idefexi-lai and dived into red-light districts in his civilian identity to dig up information. This is how he found news about an experimentation facility and arena. Within the Idefexi he gathered a force, which included Lukiat, to bust said operation. After that he followed Lukiat to Asglen, where he estabilished himself in the red light district once more. To this day he still gathers information like that, while occasionally taking jobs to spy, pass information along or kill
Trigger Warnings ✵ Some Misgendering, mostly because the characters are in the closet
Rating ✵ Teen & Up
It should have been a quiet day. Classes in the morning, and then shadowing father at a board meeting in the afternoon. Normal. Perfectly ordinary. Ideal conditions to sneak out with Syphe that night to keep the cameras off of him.
Dajsper’s father has an assistant send xem away the second xe steps into the lobby. A situation to take care of at home. It could mean anything from xir mother trying to fire twenty people in the house staff for breaking a vase, to someone dying. Though the second option is far lezs likely. Dajsper still tells xir driver to speed, off to the family townhouse, out in the countryside, rather than the penthouse at the edge of First Terrace.
Xir mother doesn’t say a word when she pulls xem out of the car. Just sends xem to xir room, where a new pressed suit hangs by the mirror and a stylist hangs behind the door. Xe doesn’t sigh and lets xemself be pulled around, to clean off and to be dressed and touched up. Lets xemself be morphed into xir parents’ perfect marionette.
From the fuss everyone is making, xe would dare guess xir parents have found someone to show xem off to. Xe closes xir eyes as the stylist covers up any minor imperfection on xir face, breathing deeply so the heartbreak won’t show.
Seven months. Xe’d almost hoped they had forgotten. Xe can’t tell if it’s cruelty or kindness that they’d waited so long before striking their axe down on xir end of the deal.
The house staff disappears the moment xe gets to the entryway, save for Master Valdig. The old butler just stands at attention by the door, while xir mother leads them to the lounge room right beside. It’s not five minutes later, two hours after xe arrived, that xe spies another car pull up into their driveway through the window, a discreet and somewhat common model, but maintained to perfection.
Master Valdig opens their front door exactly at the same time as the first figure steps out, too covered by the curated trees to see who. Dajsper counts in xir mind as Master Valdig greets the guests and guides them to the lounge. Xir mother and xe both stand up right as a tall broad man with gelled brown hair steps into the room, a young woman right behind him. Dajsper resolutely does not stiffen as xe lets xir mother take point.
‘“Duke Zaintoff. It is an honor to welcome you to our house,”’ she says, her hands relaxed at her front as she nods. ‘“I’m afraid my husband cannot join us right now, but he will be here in a few minutes. I apologize if you were expecting to meet him.”’
‘“It is quite alright. This is just a social visit. I don’t bring business to your door,”’ the Duke says, his smile tight. He doesn’t offer xir mother a handshake.
She still smiles right back. Dajsper steps next to her just as her hand comes up. Perfectly timed to look natural. ‘“Please, allow me to introduce you to our son Erun.”’
‘“It’s an honor to meet you, your grace,”’ xe says, bowing xir head a perfect thirty degree angle.
The Duke smiles the slightest bit wider and offers xem a hand. Interesting. ‘“It’s a pleasure. Though I believe I’ve seen you before at some of the Galas your father has attended.”’
‘“It does not sound unlikely, your grace,”’ xe smiles, shaking the man’s hand — not too strong, but not light, don’t be intimidating and don’t be weak-willed — as xe does so.
The man laughs, a thing so fake it puts xir mother’s paintings to shame. ‘“He is too polite, Madame Wiroski. Ah, may I introduce you to my daughter Liralia, young man?”’
The young woman behind him takes a step forward, giving the slightest nod toward xem first and then xir mother. Dajsper nods back, just a bit lower, and offers her a hand. Palm up, not for a handshake. She doesn’t miss a beat in laying her hand over xirs, and allows xem to pull it higher. Xe doesn’t press a kiss to the back of it, but the gesture is clear. ‘“It’s an honor to meet you, my lady.”’
‘“A pleasure,”’ she returns, her voice flat and… somewhat familiar.
Dajsper glances at the Duke once xe lets go of Lady Zaintoff’s hand. He’s not as good at controlling his expression as the businessmen xe’s been hanging around since xe was eight. The glint in his eyes is clearly approving.
On the other hand, Lady Zaintoff remains silent and impassible. And though her expression is that of a statue, so are her lineaments. Remarkably beautiful, if made colder by her blue eyes and night black hair. If her name didn’t already hint at her being the blood sister of the Imperial Princess, her appearance certainly would do so.
A door opens on the upper floor, where xe knows that secondary entrance is. Xir father’s steps are confident as he comes into the room, pretending to have been in the house the whole time. ‘“Duke Zaintoff. I apologize for being unable to join you right away.”’
‘“It’s truly no problem. Your son is a remarkable young man,”’ the Duke says, offering a handshake to xir father. ‘“I was hoping I could talk to you and your wife in private.”’
‘“Of course. I’m sure our children can be trusted on their own,”’ xir father immediately offers. He sends xem a glance out of the corner of their eye, a clear instruction.
‘“May I suggest the gardens, your grace? The weather is wonderfully pleasant today,”’ xe says, xir head bowed.
The Duke smiles, all business. ‘“That sounds like a wonderful idea, yes. Do take care of my daughter for me, yes?”’
‘“Of course, your grace.”’ Xe turns to Lady Zantoff and gestures to the door leading out onto the patio in the distance. ‘“If you would like to follow me, my lady.”’ Xe waits for her to nod before leading her out, leaving their parents behind.
They walk in silence along the paved path. and Dajsper makes sure to pull out a chair for her so that when he sits they will both have their backs to the cameras. If there is one thing xir father’s arrogance is good for, it’s this: he would never think that Dajsper could outsmart him on purpose.
‘“I apologize for the lack of entertainment. I fear I learned of your visit quite late. Would you care for anything to eat or drink?”’ xe says.
She smiles at xem, just as cold as she’s been the whole time. Tough there’s a spark of interest in her eyes. Suspicion too, and maybe even curiosity. ‘“It’s quite alright, though I suppose I wouldn’t mind some water.’”
Dajsper calls for a staff member with a gesture, asking them to bring water and glasses, but xe pours it for her xemself. As she lifts the glass though, the sun catches on a ring at her right pinky and glints off of it.
It’s nothing more than a detail, almost unnoticeable. That is, if Dajsper hadn’t spent the past two years in close contact with Syphe. And close contact with Syphe trains you to look for details, no matter how unwillingly. Details are, after all, the key to truth. And this? This is a familiar detail, though Dajsper has only seen it in moonlight rather than sunlight.
Almost hesitantly, xe taps a rhythm on the table, blocking the camera’s view with xir shoulders. Lady Zaintoff doesn’t flinch or startle, but she does glance rather intensely at xir hand. No good. ‘“I must admit, I haven’t seen you before at the Galas.”’
‘“I don’t enjoy them much.’” She raises an eyebrow at xem, still as perfect as marble. Her eyes are fixed on xir own though, and she pointedly glances at her hand on the table. ‘“The music is dreadful,’” she says. Beneath it, she taps a rhythm of her own.
Dajsper laughs politely. Xe draws figures on the surface of the table, and speaks when xe catches her looking. ‘“Quite true. May I ask then what music–”’ xe starts, and doesn’t skip a beat when xe lifts his finger from the table mid-sentence. The camera sparks, its circuit fried. What a sudden technical failure– ‘“you enjoy? I’m partial to electronic one myself,’” xe grins.
Lady Zaintoff’s eyes are on the camera — smart, so much smarter than her father made her look like — before settling on xem with a smile. It’s not a kind one. ‘“The kind that covers up the sound of me punching you on a pub floor.”’
Dajsper grins. ‘“Ah, I do think I’ve had the imprint of your ring in my shoulder a couple of times.”’
‘“Fully deserved for being a condescending asshole, I’m sure.’”
There’s the Nova xe knows. ‘“That’s quite the language for a princess,’” xe smiles.
Nova glares at xem, not moving an inch. ‘“That’s a lot of judgment from a sir.”’
Dajsper, secure in the knowledge that no cameras can see xem, grimaces. ‘“Understood.”’
‘“Fortunately, or I would have had to question your so-proclaimed genius,”’ ey says. Ey looks xem up and down and taps eir fingers on the glass. ‘“Should I guess that the ward I’ve heard about lately is a certain volatile ghost?”’
Dajsper smiles sharply. ‘“Has anyone ever told you that you look beautiful when you show off your intelligence?”’
‘“Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”’ Ey looks to the side, where xir father’s study lays within the walls of the house. Xe can see all of their parents through the window.
Nova’s expression shuts down the slightest bit. ‘“How much longer do you think they’ll keep pretending to be giving us a choice?”’
‘“Thirty minutes,”’ xe says. ‘“Maybe forty if your father pulls up something unexpected. My father is extremely direct in his business dealings.”’
Nova snorts, a sound far sadder than anything xe’s heard from em in the year xe’s known em. ‘“That’s all we are to them, aren’t we? Business.’”
‘“The perks of polite society, I’m afraid.”’
Ey doesn’t slump on the table, but eir shoulders lower. The weight of a title. It’s something xe’s familiar with. ‘“Long list?”’ xe asks, if only to pass the time.
Ey meets xir eyes with a soul-tiredness that xe deeply resonates with. ‘“You’re the twenty-third.”’
Dajsper almost whistles. Xe doesn’t, but xir eyebrows shoot up. ‘“You’re the first.”’
‘“They started high.”’
‘“They started late,”’ xe corrects. ‘“I… traded my ability to choose months ago.”’
Nova’s eyebrow rises again. ‘“In exchange for taking in this ward?’”
‘“Someone really should have said something about your smarts.”’
‘“I’m taking that as a yes.”’ Ey’s brows furrow and Ey scowls at xem. ‘“Why would you ever trade your choice for that ghost? That’s just idiotic.”’
Dajsper clicks xir tongue, but holds xir words at bay. ‘“He wasn’t safe on the streets.”’
‘“You’re fucking with me.”’
Dajsper meets Nova’s eyes and slowly shakes their head. Ey huffs, low and bothered. ‘“Fuck me, Wraith is a street kid. How in Void did he survive in the Underground? Isn’t he, like, twelve?”’
‘“Thirteen as best as the doctors can guess.”’
Nova’s lips pull downward. ‘“And to get him off the streets, you’re getting married off at seventeen?”’
‘“Eighteen in two weeks. If they can push whatever they have planned off until then, no one can accuse them of pressuring me anymore,”’ xe says, grabbing the carafe to refill xir glass.
Nova barks out a sad laugh. ‘“Yeah, I’m familiar with the concept. Eighteen in a little more than a month.”’
‘“And dead if we get caught in the Underground?”’ Dajsper asks, only half joking.
‘“Disowned at the very least. And with that it’s anyone’s guess,”’ ey huffs, lifting eir glass in a mock-toast.
Dajsper turns again to look through the window. They’re still talking animatedly. Xe narrows xir eyes. ‘“Say. I may have a… proposition for you.”’
‘“Go on.”’
‘“It’s rather hard to be caught by a member of the Underground,”’ xe starts. ‘“I know I wouldn’t catch anyone. Would you?”’
Nova raises eir brow, but grins. ‘“I would not. Are you suggesting an alliance perhaps?”’
‘“I am. The problem is convincing our parents. Well, more your father,”’ xe amends.
Ey snorts. ‘“Relies entirely on your parents. He won’t listen to my requests.”’
‘“Ass,’” xe mutters, which gets xem a laugh from Nova.
‘“That’s him alright. I suppose I may have an additional proposition for you as well though,”’ ey grins. ‘“How do you feel about causing a scandal?”’
Dajsper tilts xir head and smiles sadly. ‘“I try to keep the scandalous ways in the Underground, I fear. I still need to be my parents’ perfect son.”’
‘“Erun Dessiv Wiroski, isn’t that right? Though you don’t seem a lot like him right now,”’ ey challenges with a raised eyebrow. ‘“Though to be fair you don’t seem like Voltage either. You don’t make me want to punch you as much.”’
‘“You’re not as much fun to irritate as Nova either, Lady Zaintoff,”’ xe says.
Ey huffs. ‘“That’s more like it.’”
Dajsper sighs and glances back at the window. Their parents’ discussion seems to be winding down. They’re running out of time. ‘“I suppose I’m not… opposed to the idea. But I can’t be as much of an active participant.”’
‘“I’m alright with taking the fall for it,”’ ey says. ‘“As long as I get to start a fight the next time I see Voltage. There’s a caged match that I was really looking forward to tonight.”’
‘“I could have Wraith place a bet for you, if you’d like.”’
‘“I still want my bar fight.”’
‘“Then I guess that shall be the price I pay,”’ xe says.
Nova grins. It’s a feral thing that makes xem think of bloodied fists and chipped teeth. ‘“Would you cause a scandal with me then, Erun?”’ ey says, offering xem eir hand with the palm down.
This time, when xe takes it, xe does press a kiss to its back. ‘“I would be honored to. Though I suppose if we are to be accomplices, you may as well call me Dajsper. It’s the name I favor.”’
‘“You may call me Irami then,”’ ey offers, a wry smile on eir lips.
Dajsper smiles. Xe stands up and offers a hand to Irami, the perfect picture of a gentleman. ‘“Well then, Irami, may I suggest the art room? It’s suitably excusable and out of the way without being ignored.”’
‘“How daring. That sounds like a truly wonderful idea,”’ ey returns, taking xir hand to stand and putting eir hand on xir elbow when xe offers it. ‘“I do hope your reputation holds true. If you’re not at the very least a good kisser, I will be severely disappointed.”’
‘“I suppose you will find out for yourself soon,”’ xe says. Ey laughs, a clear and ringing sound that makes xem smile. It might not end up the worst thing to happen to xem, whatever comes from this.
It might even, as Irami presses them into a wall and pushes eir lips against xirs, be fun. It certainly is when a housemaid finally finds them — breathless, Dajsper’s suit jacket somewhere on the floor and xir pressed shirt halfway off — and yells. And as someone pulls Irami off of xem, xe’s forced to admit ey might be the better kisser of the two. Xe’s never been quite this dizzy.
Occupation ✵ Personal Assistant | Alcove Administration | Undercover Rebel
Notable Features ✵ [White Curled Horns above Ears, Velifean Marks] [White Curved Horns from Forehead, Rune Tattoos] None
Work Specific
Species ✵ Deri-Shirevi (Livi Ancestry)
Elemental Resonance ✵ Crystal
Citzenship ✵ Izerko, Reiki
Base Location ✵ Adenireziet
Alias ✵ Vidre {Helper}
Allegiance ✵ N/A
Personality
Reyenn seems to exist in a permanently tired state, no matter which mask he dons or which role he fills. He's known as being helpful and resourceful among all his identities, able to fix or plan for most problems that are brought to him. However, this helpfulness goes to the point of self-sacrifice, and it is not unusual for the people closest to him to call him a stubborn reckless idiot
Likes ✵ runology, languages, ancient magic, history, whittling, the quiet, the dark
Dislikes ✵ his job, powerhungry people, bureaucracy, fake politeness, blood
Speaking Style ✵ prefers to listen, but very attention-grabbing when he speaks. politely inquisitive but can break out a commanding voice during crisis moments. doesn't swear as Rijanikta, very much swears as Vidre, but never around kids. uses nicknames a lot, as well as petnames on occasion, usually as a persuasion tactic
Clothing Style ✵ varies greatly between the three identities he assumes. as Rijanikta, wears lighter outfits both in fabric and color, often airy too. as Vidre, covers up as much skin as possible and goes for darker neutral tones and sturdy fabrics. in his little personal time, softer and larger outer layers, while the inner layers are formfitting. doesn't wear jewelry unless he has too, the only exception being the necklace that holds his glamour
[backstory and taglist under the cut]
[TW: Murder (mentioned), Domestic Abuse (including SA), Extremely Toxic Relationship]
Backstory
Reyenn remembers very little of his earlier years, and they are all hazy memories of his parents and older sister before something happened and he had to run. he was maybe five or six when he arrived in Adenireziet, nothing more than a scrappy street girl, and got trapped there. and as any scrappy street kid, he got in trouble. instead of punishing him however, the then-governor decided to pay him (a miserable pay) to take care of dirty jobs and some minor sneaking and spying
Reyenn entered himself into the graces of the governor's family under the identity of Rijanikta, position from which he could see the disregard for the city that the governing family had. he began to gather information to help the city, establishing the identity of Vidre while playing along as Rijanikta, until eventually he was trusted alone in their library or with either of the governor's children. however, when alone with Reyenn the governor's son — Drarnomok — often just brought him along out of the city to go watch arena fights. Reyenn made friends with the arena fighters, among which there was Nievleiv, and often offered to heal and help them. as he did so, he began to notice Drarnomok starting to turn violent and paranoid. upon sharing with Nievleiv his plan to stick close to Drarnomok's side to figure out what was happening, the two had a huge argument that devolved into a fight. soon after, the arena was caught and shut down
Reyenn stuck to his plan and inserted himself into Drarnomok's close circle, still as Rijanikta, and Drarnomok fell for it hook, line and sinker. as he became more and more paranoid, his certainty in Rijanikta's support turned into obsesession. when Rijanikta stood by him after he killed his father, that obsession turned physical. Rijanikta got fully trapped, living with Drarnomok and his violent outbursts, leering and coercing. it became rapidly necessary for Reyenn to hide and separate as much as possible the identity of Vidre, who was becoming more and more well known in the city and attracting Drarnomok's ire. even stuck juggling two extra identities, he makes use of both to find a way to bring down the current government while working within the system
"You have to plant yourself. You make your stand. You don't move. And you get ready to catch what comes your way."
Basics
Legal Name ✵ Onisdre Jazzin
Age ✵ 26
Pronouns ✵ She/Her
Orientation ✵ Bisexual
Skin ✵ Dark Tan
Build ✵ Muscular
Height ✵ 1.86 m / 6' 1''
Eye Color ✵ Deep Blue
Hair ✵ Auburn, Straight, Mid-Back Length, often Pulled Back
Occupation ✵ Inn-Keeper
Notable Features ✵ Mole on Left Side of Neck, Jagged Scars on Arms
Work Specific
Species ✵ Shirevi
Elemental Resonance ✵ Earth
Citzenship ✵ Djis Ima Teiji
Base Location ✵ Asglen
Alias ✵ Mahun {Forsaken}
Allegiance ✵ Idefexi
Personality
very few of the idefexi people are as well known by their name as they are by their alias, and they're always regarded with fear, respect and a dash of judgment. Onisdre fits perfectly in that crowd, stern and impassible but still hospitable. though many find her intimidating and unapproachable, she is considered a most honorable and welcoming host
Likes ✵ cooking, hunting, reading, training, meditation, military history, strategy
Dislikes ✵ condescension, people who pull their rank, most nobles, her old temple, senseless chatting
Speaking Style ✵ blunt, direct and flat. used to have more flourishes to address nobles and generals, but now any title that comes out of her mouth sounds like an insult. still very respectful to her guests though, if more informal. doesn't swear and doesn't use nicknames
Clothing Style ✵ practical clothes, good to move, cook and train in. often include pieces if leather armor, even as a civilian. owns few clothes in sturdy materials, and a lot of aprons. boots are also sturdy and the only jewelry she wears is a pendand gifted to her by Bayuri
[backstory and taglist under the cut]
[TW: Forced Marriage, Death]
Backstory
Onisdre is the thirdborn of a merchant family in Djis Ima Teij. From a young age she was made to train with weapons and in strategy, and was sent off to the Temple of Ejul at 12. Here she trained more alongside the children of many nobles, merchants and dignitaries to become a templar knight. As such, even as a recruit, she interacted with the political world, since they offered protection to gatherings, assemblies and council meetings. It's at these events that Onisdre became friends with Bayuri, daughter of a Trezish Marquess. The two were often found together wherever Onisdre was posted, still alert but chatting
At 18 Onisdre was knighted as top of her group, and immediately started climbing the ranks. By age 23, she held the rank of Major and led a team that was often deployed to events in Trezi, at the request of Bayuri's father. One such event that Onisdre was called to attend though as a friend rather than as a knight, was Bayuri's wedding. However, things went wrong. Right before the ceremony, Bayuri took Onisdre to the side and revealed the marriage had been forced on her, and that she had been in love with her for years. Onisdre went against her knightly duties and helped Bayuri escape, offering her refuge in an old countryside home her family no longer used. Onisdre kept being a templar knight, though she left often to spend time with Bayuri and gradually fell in love as well
The two never got time to elope though, as they were found within the year. They went on the run welcomed by the idefexi, though Onisdre had been stripped of her rank and knightood and cast out of the temple, and her family had disowned her. Thee two were followed by an assasin sent by Bayuri's father for dishonoring the family though. Eventually the assasin caught up with the two of them. Bayuri died, though not before Onisdre killed the assasin. After that Onisdre settled down in Asglen, where Bayuri was killed, and opened an inn within the idefexi to pay back the kindness received, and regularly takes in and protects refugees
"Look at me. You think I'm not okay with getting burnt? Darling, I've been burning for as long as I can remember. The trick is I decide what's worth burning for"
Basics
Legal Name ✵ Neikzi Laidde
Age ✵ 20
Pronouns ✵ She/Her
Orientation ✵ Queer
Skin ✵ Tan, Freckled
Build ✵ Lithe
Height ✵ 1.64 m / 5' 4''
Eye Color ✵ Emerald Green
Hair ✵ Fiery Red, Shaggy and Poofy, Shoulder Length
Occupation ✵ Rebel, Thief, Criminal Courier
Notable Features ✵ Extensive Burn Scars on Arms and Torso
Work Specific
Species ✵ Shirevi
Elemental Resonance ✵ Fire
Citzenship ✵ Reiki
Base Location ✵ N/A
Alias ✵ Razibarvyrv {Scatterburst}
Allegiance ✵ N/A
Personality
eclectic, erratic and evasive are the three perfect words to describe Neikzi. she is incredibly unpredictable, something she does on purpose to avoid getting caught, and even telling her allegiance is difficult. she seems to follow where money goes, though many who've met her even as scatterburst describe her as so empathetic that it becomes creepy, as she can tell how others feel without ever meeting them before or talking to them
Dislikes ✵ nobles, people that don't use or abuse their power, stillness, willful ignorance, silence
Speaking Style ✵ lilting speech, riddled with contractions, slang and interruptions that completely change topic. speaks in multiple languages and often at neckbreak speed in order to confuse others. swears a lot, even combining swears in different languages, and uses a variety of petnames and insulting nicknames
Clothing Style ✵ practical and flexible clothes that allow for great freedom of movement and as little catches as possible, which often means cargo pants, shirts and sweaters, paired with sturdy footwear, a leather jacket and fingerless gloves. absolutely refuses to wear jewelry, acquire piercings or wear a hood
[backstory and taglist under the cut]
[TW: Abuse, Death]
Backstory
Neikzi was born in the Reikian region of Arad, a heavily minerary area with access to coal, oil and many rare earth metals for electronic components. Neikzi herself came from a minerary family and was the daughter of a mine's superintendant and a maid in the local lord's household. From a young age, Neikzi was made to help around with anything and everything while keeping quiet about what she saw
Unfortunately for her, Neikzi was not one to keep quiet. Not when she saw abuse, blackmail and threats every day at the hands of people who were meant to "help and lead". her faith in authority grew brittle over the years, especially once she found out her own mother was made to keep quiet about the abuse she suffered and the criminal deals she saw. As such, Neikzi spoke up. Her parents' death followed immediately, and Neikzi herself barely escaped with her life. In retaliation, she stealthily evacuated three major extraction sites and set them on fire
After this, Neikzi went on the run. She found her way into rebel groups, ones aiming to take down the noble and corporative ranks of Reiki, and joined them. With her experience running around unobserved, she's often tasked with carrying messages, resources and plans between various factions and sometimes leads mixed teams. Still, Neikzi is not a fan of settling down, and refuses to swear alleagiance to any one faction. As such, for as much as she's seen as a valuable asset, she's kept at a distance
"Oh you misunderstand. I don't care about your opinion, I don't care about your justice, and I don't care about your people. I care that the shit they're pulling screws me over too."
Basics
Legal Name ✵ Hainnel Meir Tiddat
Age ✵ 27
Pronouns ✵ She/Xe
Orientation ✵ Bi
Skin ✵ Tan
Build ✵ Robust
Height ✵ 1.76 m / 5' 9''
Eye Color ✵ Electric Blue
Hair ✵ Jet Black, To the Mid Back, Pulled in Twists and Braids
Occupation ✵ Pirate Captain
Notable Features ✵ Scars over Cheeks, Arms and Back
Work Specific
Species ✵ Shirevi with Mer Ancestry
Elemental Resonance ✵ Water
Citzenship ✵ Reiki
Base Location ✵ N/A
Alias ✵ Kapoveni Seneikhar {Captain Bluehart}
Allegiance ✵ Dibutala Fleot {Deeptide Fleet}
Personality
cold and calculating, Captain Haimei doesn't bother hiding her ruthlessness and goals. she doesn't bother with pleasanteries, she has no respect for authority and she keeps her cards close to her chest. she has a deep thirst for knowledge of all kind, from war strategy to naval routes to magical research, and prefers to consider all available information before acting
Dislikes ✵ silence, people who use others, being kept in the dark, willful ignorance, foggy days
Speaking Style ✵ a deep and booming voice that she can project very far. mixes slang and incredibly technical and researched terms in the same sentence. direct to the point of rude and swears both directly and creatively. uses a lot of nicknames, but petnames and titles are exclusively mocking
Clothing Style ✵ practical light clothes that allow for a lot of movement as underlayers, but always wears additional thick cloths and sturdy leathers to combat the low temperatures of the deep ocean. these layers, like coats and vests, are easy and quick to take off when they resurface
[backstory and taglist under the cut]
[TW: Controlling Parents, Cheating, Mentions of a Slave Trade, Mentions of Death]
Backstory
Haimei is the fourth of seven children of a big-name merchant family who held a monopoly on the routes between Reiki and Pi'Enk, second of the five children born from affairs on either side (none of them knew their other parent) and only son of them all. As such, despite the older sisters' talent and interest, Haimei was the one who was expected to take on the family business rather than study magic like the others. Quite unfortunately for the parents, Haimei held no interest in playing to their expectations of any kind. From a young age, she could be found swapping clothes with her sisters and sneaking onto ships to go read in hidden nooks whenever her father brought her out to check them over with him
Her parents grew steadily intollerant of her behavior, and this often resulted in arguments and fights and punishments that Haimei refused to take laying down. In fact, she encouraged her sisters to stand up to their parents as well, with mixed results and usually found ways to evade the punishments by escaping out of the house and onto the port. On one such occasion, Haimei went out onto a familiar ship, one whose crew she knew in its entirety, and fell asleep on it without realizing it was set to sail. By the time Haimei woke up, the ship was already far off the coast. She took advantage of this and masked herself as a member of the crew, hiding in plain sight under a feminine identity. It's like this that she came to discover that one of the trades her father oversaw was a slave trade, that all his mistresses were people who had been transported and that the crew — who she had previously thought of as family and safe — was entirely in on it
From there on, Haimei grew closer to the people being trafficked and began to sabotage the ship in every way possible. this includes not signaling to the rest of the crew when she spotted a pirate ship approaching in the dead of the night. She let the pirates siege the ship and crew, and when berated for her "clumsiness" she revealed her identity, renounced her family and led the pirates to the holding cells to free the slaves. She turned her back when the crew was slaughtered, and the pirates led her and the rescued people to port in exchange for the information on merchant routes she provided. From then on out, Haimei completely discarded her previous identity and began to build her own pirate crew bit by bit from ports, poor cities and maritime rescues, hunting down traces of the other side of her family. With her growing crew of renegades she'd steal resources, research, logs and books, hiring mages to sail with her. This results in the enchanted ship they use to appear from nowhere and attack merchant and slaving routes: the Daybreak spends most of its time completely under the water, only breaching the surface to attack, an act of vengeance on those who used them.
"I'm not afraid of Death. Kie is kind, and I would gladly die if it left us safer. I would just much rather live for it. Wouldn't you?"
Basics
Legal Name ✵ Sarie Engilbre
Age ✵ 25
Pronouns ✵ She/Her
Orientation ✵ Lesbian
Skin ✵ Black, with a slightly Dull Undertone
Build ✵ Chubby
Height ✵ 1.49 m / 4' 11''
Eye Color ✵ Toxic Green
Hair ✵ Black, Coily, Past the Shoulders, often Pulled in Buns
Occupation ✵ Traveling Healer
Notable Features ✵ Scar by her Hairline on the Left Side, Mossy Spots
Work Specific
Species ✵ Shirevi
Elemental Resonance ✵ Flora
Citzenship ✵ Laej
Base Location ✵ N/A
Alias ✵ Vergideor {Goldenrod}
Allegiance ✵ The Lightwatch (Idefexi)
Personality
Vergideor is the most insidious of the members of the Lightwatch. while part of it is because she operates largely under her civilian identity, her mannerism is her greatest weapon. she acts affable, kind and innocent, chatting amiably with strangers, patients and friends. however her memory is impeccable and she is incredibly cunning. nobody would ever suspect her of pulling strings
Likes ✵ nature, gardening, medicine, quiet places, spring, cemeteries, research
Dislikes ✵ loud places, people who lord their accomplishments over others, being talked over, sermons about honesty, bright lights
Speaking Style ✵ a very quiet and gentle voice, almost youthful. speaks calmly and slowly, with soft and somewhat formal words. perfectly capable of leading a discussion, but prefers to listen. speaks about her practices in layman terms more often than not, but will break out the more technical jargon if annoyed. doesn't swear and rarely uses nicknames
Clothing Style ✵ modest and thick clothes that are easy to travel in. most often, that means simple dresses overlayed with cardigans and coats, as well as the occasional cape, and good boots. always seen with a travel bag and a big backpack, both with plants spilling all over them. has a thick vine wrapped around her shoulders as if it were a scarf. wears a rudimentary necklace with a green gem
[backstory and taglist under the cut]
[TW: Death]
Backstory
Sarie was born loud, rambunctious and adventure-prone, much to the eternal worry of her parents. She learnt to run and speak incredibly quickly and could always be found out in the forest, climbing over fallen trees and getting too close to rivers and animal dens, often dragging her younger sister along. on one occasion in which she was on her own, back when she was twelve, she fell into a sinkhole and hit her head on the way down
it took her village two days to notice the sinkhole as they searched for her, and they found her catatonic, slumped on top of an altar with plants and moss growing over her. she was so close to death that the village would not risk moving her. her parents stayed by her side for days trying to nurse her to health, but she only grew worse. her parents were both with her when she died. her mother, a necromancer, immediately set off a ritual with which she bound Sarie's soul to a gem in the altar and to the vines growing over her. finally Sarie woke
since then, Sarie has been taught necromancy and how to care for and nurse the vines that keep her alive. from there her fascination with medicine grew, and under the guiding hand of her father she grew gentler and quieter and a skilled healer with a fascination for curses and magical illnesses. as such, she'd been among the people to help the Idefexi when an experimentation facility had been torn to shreds, and alongside Lukiat particularly helped nurse Niev back to health. to this day Sarie travels a lot, offering her services as both a healer and necromancer while researching and studying interesting cases
“You breathe. You get up. And you try again. And if you fail you try again. It doesn’t matter how many times you have to start from scratch, you keep at it. You lose in the moment you give up.”
Basics
Legal Name ✵ Tumaril Apa’Riani
Age ✵ 24
Pronouns ✵ He/Him
Orientation ✵ Bi
Skin ✵ Dark
Build ✵ Buff
Height ✵ 1.73 m / 5’ 8’’
Eye Color ✵ Jet Black
Hair ✵ Dark Brown, Curly, Short
Occupation ✵ Doctorate Student, TA & Prosthetic Engineer | Weaponsmith
Notable Features ✵ Prosthetic Right Leg and Left Leg in a Brace; in a Wheelchair more often than not
Work Specific
Species ✵ Shirevi
Elemental Resonance ✵ Metal
Citzenship ✵ Reiki - Pi’Enk
Base Location ✵ Ziphia
Alias ✵ Kieredov {Altern}
Allegiance ✵ Unseen (Undernet)
Personality
down to earth, friendly and with a playful streak, Tumaril has been hailed multiple times as the only sane person in the Unseen. he doesn't have much of a business streak and holds a deep love for both people and machines. according to the students in the class he's an assistant for, he's light-hearted and helpful. the others in the Unseen agree, though they often add that his serious side his terrifying
Dislikes ✵ silence, people who go back on their word, the dean, violence, uneven floors
Speaking Style ✵ direct informal speech, often riddled with slang. despite a thick Pi’Enkean accent, speaks very clearly and is easy to understand and follow. uses nicknames for people close to him and slang even more. curses fairly regularly, even in front of his students
Clothing Style ✵ loose comfortable clothes with plenty of pockets, easy to get in and out of. dresses fairly lighter than others and doesn’t really care for fashion. owns exactly one suit and complementary dress shoes, otherwise will just wear short boots
[backstory and taglist under the cut]
[TW: Gang Violence, Major Injury]
Backstory
Tumaril was born from two Pi'Enkean engineers who had moved to Ziphia for work. his deep love for machines comes directly from them, and the two encouraged it from an early age. However they fell on hard times and had to move in a high-crime area. here, to integrate their funds, Tumaril's dad started working as a weaponsmith on contract for some gangs, while his mother worked as a nurse for them. and Tumaril spent most of his free time running between them, helping them both and learning
around the time that his father started working "on a contract" with one specific gang, Tumaril began buying scrap parts from Syphe, and Dajsper soon followed. Tumaril and Dajsper were initially wary of each other, but once they realized their shared love for electronics and disregard for authority figures, sparks flew. Tumaril followed Syphe and Dajsper in the Underground, though he often stood back, preferring not to get directly involved in conflict. that particular plan went to kingdom come when a rival gang blew up the building Tumaril and his father were working in and started taking prisoners. Tumaril's father died in the explosion, while Tumaril lost one leg and suffered a spinal injury that really compromised the other
this sparked a rather quick rescue mission from Dajsper and Syphe, alongside Dajsper's spouse and the new vigilante duo of Shade and Eclipse. they took down the main branch of the assaulting gang and left the rest running for scraps. meanwhile Tumaril had already started putting together a brace and a prosthetic with scrap material. Tumaril was treated through the Underground, where one of his university professors (also in the Underground and a member of the Undernet) recognized him. thus the man kept an eye on the new group that formed to save Tumaril as they held ground and "cleaned up" the area around where Tumaril lived of other gangs. thus the group caught the eye of the Undernet and hold together to try and get an in. this forces them to grow closer, which is especially true of Tumaril and Shade, secretly the Imperial Princess Ideli, who actually fall in love. the two start dating, and elope through the underground
