welcome to the healer of the court of spring.
THE SPRING HEALER.
Name: Isabel Valdez Name Meaning: isabel - god's oath / devoted to god. Nickname: Isa, Izzy, Bel. Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Title: Healer and Valkyrie in training of Spring court // Apothecary apprentice of the Winter court ( cursed memories ).
About
Age: Appears 25, actual age 250.
Hair: Dark brown with natural golden streaks and highlights.
Eyes: Chestnut brown.
Dominant Hand: Right.
Fears: Being a failure. Never finding her father. Finding her father but not having a good relationship with him.
Secrets: She is half-illyrian on her father's side and the only thing she knows about him for certain. Very few people in Spring court know she has illyrian wings as she keeps them glamoured and vanished for most of the time.
Habits: In Spring court she works in her mother's house as the court-wide healer. She rises very early to train with the esteemed Valkyries and the general of Spring court and she returns to train some more after closing the door to her medicinal practice. In Winter, she works under their apothecarist as an apprentice, learning new ways to treat frostbite and various other ailments.
Hobbies: Reading, tending to her mother's garden and the various plant and herbs around the house. Learning combat training and practicing flying in secret.
Family
Mother: Nina Valdez
Father: Elian Castro
Siblings: n/a.
Children: none
Other: two Valdez cousins on her mother's side.
Relationships
Friends: tba
Enemies: tba
Significant Other/Partner: none yet.
Crush: none yet.
Exes: only an ex crush from the Spring court.
THE WINGED VALKYRIE.
The only child of a Spring court's healer, Isa grew up surrounded by a variety of plants -- both medicinal ones and poisonous ones. Trailing after her mother and spying at her working from the door left ajar on accident ( or as she grew, on purpose ), she had learned the art of medicine and healing to one day fill in her mother's shoes and inherit both the cottage and the practice.
On her hundredth birthday, she discovered she had wings.
Her mother kept the illyrian wings Isa had inherited from her father hidden and out of sight, but after hitting the one century mark the protections had worn off. It was a shock, to say the least. The lies her mother had told her about her father weighted on her like a blanket and after a terrible argument, Nina finally caved in and revealed her father is an illyrian living and working in the court of Dawn. She'd promised to tell her more in the following days.
and then she vanished.
Isa was not surprised. Confrontation and accountability was not her mother's strongest suit and this outcome was something she should've expected. It still stung -- to see the deed of the cottage and a note appointing her master healer. It stung even more when she found another piece of paper with the most basic "I'm sorry Izza" written on it.
pathetic.
She buried herself in her work, in becoming a healer worthy of the title, but when she went to tend to a warrior's scraps and bruises in the training ring, she watched as a band of women trained together. Laughed together. Supported each other. Her mother's support had only ever been nominal -- strong only when Isa's skills and desires aligned with her own. One of the women noticed her lingering stares and approached with a smirk. You look like you'd fit in with them. Us. We start at dawn, little healer. Every day. If you ever get the guts to join the Valkyries, you know where to find us.- she said.
Valkyries.
It sounded like an answer to a question, but it would take another fifty years before she found those guts to join them. Isa found that coordinating her steps and her movement had been a chore, but after trying and failing countless times, she started to make progress and got better before she knew it. Still, something gnawed at her -- with her mother vanishing on her and her father a mystery, she wondered where to go first. Who to search for, first.
The answer arrived a couple of months later as an invitation to the Yuletide celebration in Winter's court. If there's any place to start searching, it'll be there, she thought.
and so she packed up to follow the Spring court to Winter.
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This curse...
She did not forget who it is she's looking for, but she did forget everything else. A healer valkyrie in training now became an apothecary apprentice in search of her father. She doesn't even know where to look, and with everyone being Winter fae, Isa found herself both sad and disappointed that none of the other courts had deigned to show up.
still, she hopes beyond hope she'll find her father soon.
