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❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 ; 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤 ⸺ a lady forged in iron rather than silk ; born with duty braided into her hair and expectations sewn beneath her skin ; spine a banner never lowered, eyes that see too much and forgive too little ; blood that runs colder with every oath kept, every softness carved out for the sake of the name she carries like a shield ; she does not flinch, she endures—because someone must ; calloused hands beneath velvet gloves, strategy inked into her every step ; affection is rationed like wartime grain, and grief kept folded in drawers no one dares open ; the stag does not kneel—it watches, waits, and strikes ; love, to her, is not tenderness, but loyalty tested in fire and silence.

ONE , BASICS .

name : thalia urswick . nicknames : lea ( childhood only ), steelheart ( behind her back—never to her face ) . age + dob : 26 , october 9th . birthplace : stonebridge hall , the witterwood . gender + pronouns : cis woman + she / her . orientation : bisexual , with a preference for sharp minds and soft hands . species : human ( more steel than flesh, some would say ) . element + gift : ice + strategy . occupation : lady of house urswick , war-mind of the north, keeper of expectations she never asked for .

TWO , PERSONALITY TRAITS .

positive : disciplined , commanding , fiercely loyal . neutral : stoic , analytical , brutally honest . negative : emotionally distant , controlling , impatient . zodiac’s main three : libra sun , capricorn moon , scorpio rising . moral alignment : lawful neutral ( with cracks in the armor ) . temperament : sanguine . label : the iron rose . mbti : estj – the executive . deadly sin : pride ( sharpened into a weapon ) . heavenly virtue : diligence ( bordering on obsession ) .

THREE , DISTINGUISHING FEATURES .

big blue eyes usually sharp and measuring if not lit with frost and fire when something insults her honor ; a smirk that suggests a secret she holds like a blade beneath her tongue ; the scent of rain-soaked earth lingering in dark braids after a roaming through mist in the evening ; black leather boots and fine tailored cloaks, the swish of fabric a reminder of the noble roots she never lets go ; the deliberate stride of someone who knows they belong to a lineage etched in stone and blood.

FOUR , INSPIRATIONS .

medea (greek mythology), she inherits a fierce, vengeful nature marked by betrayal and pain, while lady macbeth (shakespeare) offers her ambition and calculative tendencies, intertwined with a thirst for power. catherine earnshaw (wuthering heights) influences thalia’s capacity for destructive love and pride, while dorian gray (the picture of dorian gray) speaks to her hidden darkness and timeless beauty. her mythological inspirations include nyx, the greek goddess of night, reflecting her affinity for mystery and the unknown, and hades, the ruler of the underworld, embodying her quiet but overwhelming power. medusa and sekhmet (greek and egyptian mythologies) further fuel her darker side, filled with vengeance, power, and a sense of isolation. in tarot, she resonates with the empress, embodying creation and control, and the high priestess, signifying depth, wisdom, and secrets. the devil and the tower in tarot represent her struggle with temptation, destruction, and transformation, while the chariot symbolizes her unyielding drive and control over her path. in anime, esdeath (akame ga kill) and yuno gasai (future diary) lend her an edge of obsessive loyalty and ruthless power, blending the lines between love and manipulation. finally, hel (norse mythology) serves as a reminder of her affinity for the underworld and the coldness that often defines her presence.

FIVE , STORY .

“ whispers of a past wrapped in shadows, a sorrow that clings like the damp mist of twilight, pulling you into its depths with every breath, leaving your soul adrift in the quiet hours before the first light of dawn, haunted by the choices that echo through your bones, lingering long after the world awakens. ”

“ you were five when your world shattered — the day the winds of fate turned cruel. your family's estate, nestled in the distant west near windveil keep, had always been a place of calm amidst chaos. that night, the storm outside was nothing compared to the tempest that raged within your home. you remember only fragments, fragments that twist together in nightmarish visions. the door splintering open, the cold of the stone floors beneath your feet, and your mother’s desperate gaze as she hid you away in the shadows of a closet .

when the silence finally fell, you dared to emerge, only to find your father’s body, lifeless on the cold marble. your mother, trembling with grief, cradled him, a broken woman unable to save the love of her life. she had dared to love him—a scholar of great wisdom, a man who had devoted himself to knowledge over power—and for that, they had taken him from her. the ancient ties between house urswick and the crown had been tested, torn apart by the very hands that claimed to protect them. the power to twist truth, to manipulate the world through knowledge, and to strike at the heart of a family, all in the name of maintaining control. your father had been collateral damage in that war, and you, a mere child, would have to live with that truth forever .

with only a satchel of clothes and her broken heart, your mother fled with you, leaving the world of ambition and power behind. the memories of that night never left you, not even as the years went by. you grew older, and with time, the whispers of your family’s legacy were whispered in hushed tones across the halls of windveil keep. there, in that cold, storm-ravaged corner of the kingdom, you began to learn the meaning of survival .

her eyes were never the same since that day, but she still managed to convey love and adoration in them when she looked at you, still managed to make you feel safe despite her despair, despite the evident desire to stop existing that haunted her and you never knew about until later, when you were old enough, when you felt worthless once and she scowled, “ no one worthless would have managed to keep me alive like you did when all i wanted to do was die. ”

you never questioned your value in this world again .

but survival was never enough. your mother’s eyes, once full of light, grew hollow with grief, but even in her despair, she held you close. she kept you safe, even as she battled the darkness inside herself. "you saved me," she would whisper when the weight of the world became too much, her voice breaking. "no one else could have kept me alive like you did." those words became your anchor, a reminder that your existence was not without purpose .

by the time you were seven, you began to realize that you had inherited more than your mother’s grief—you had inherited her sharp wit, her ability to see the world as it truly was. you grew into your power, learned how to use the storms inside you to shape the world around you. but it was not just power you craved—it was knowledge, the key to unlocking the mysteries of the past and securing your future .

you spent your formative years in windveil keep, where house urswick’s legacy was both a blessing and a curse. the winds of change were always close, but you learned how to tune them out, how to lock the doors of your heart just as the people of amberhigh locked their doors every night. your mind, sharp as ever, was your weapon. and soon, you realized that the key to your family’s survival in this fractured world wasn’t just in what you knew—it was in how you used it.

and so you became a woman, a woman who knew the power of her charm and her beauty, a woman who understood the deadly game of politics that stretched back generations. you learned to navigate the court of windveil keep, to twist stories and play the game with precision. you reveled in the power that came with your status, but you also knew that the price for it could be steep. your mother had shown you that much .

the storm outside rages on, but you stand firm in its wake, ready to face the challenges that lie ahead, armed with the knowledge of your house’s history and the strength of your will .

SIX , HEADCANONS .

i. thalia has a secret collection of vintage cameras — every once in a while, she'll disappear for a few hours, wandering the town, capturing moments on film. she loves the art of capturing time, even if her photos are often imperfect, as she believes imperfection holds a certain beauty. her walls are adorned with her best shots, mostly candid moments of people she's met along her journeys. ii. she always wears something with a touch of amber — whether it's a bracelet, a necklace, or even just a tiny pendant, thalia's affinity for amber is almost like a personal superstition. she believes it keeps her grounded, balancing her chaotic energy and protecting her from misfortune, even if she doesn’t admit it out loud. iii. thalia’s morning routine is chaotic yet comforting — she’s the type to start her day with a cup of herbal tea, but not before getting distracted by something that catches her attention—maybe a new book, a strange plant outside, or a phone call from someone. she’s late more often than not, but her mornings are full of small, intimate rituals that make her feel at peace with the world . iv. a natural storyteller — when thalia speaks, it's impossible not to listen. whether she's recounting a tale from her past, describing a dream she had, or just explaining something simple, she does so with a flair that captivates her audience. her stories often take unexpected turns, leaving her listeners more entranced than they ever expected to be. v. she can never resist a good adventure — if there’s a chance to explore a hidden part of the town, or even just wander the streets on a whim, thalia is always up for it. she thrives on spontaneity and curiosity, never able to sit still for long. she might drag you along on one of her impromptu adventures, and more often than not, you’ll end up with a new memory, a new story, and a bit of mystery to unravel. vi. her temper is a force to be reckoned with — while she may come off as lighthearted and charming most of the time, when thalia is angry, it’s a storm you don’t want to face. she can hold a grudge longer than she cares to admit, and when her patience snaps, there’s little she can do to hide it. thankfully, it’s rare, but when it happens, even the people closest to her know to give her space. vii. thalia has a soft spot for underdogs — if there’s anyone in need of help, whether they’re an outsider, someone misunderstood, or just struggling to find their way, thalia will do everything in her power to help them. she doesn’t believe in leaving people behind, and despite her sometimes chaotic and impulsive nature, she has an immense capacity for loyalty. viii. her sense of humor can be both sarcastic and wildly inappropriate — thalia will make you laugh with her wit, but sometimes it’s a bit too sharp for comfort. she doesn’t always know when to dial it down, especially when she’s teasing someone she cares about, and sometimes her jokes can go a bit too far. but she always means well, and if you call her out, she'll genuinely apologize, though she’ll probably try to make it up with another joke. ix. her wardrobe is a reflection of her mood — thalia’s style changes with the seasons and her emotions. one day she’ll wear something bohemian and flowy, the next it’s all black with bold accents. it’s almost like her clothes are a mood ring for her, reflecting everything she’s feeling. if you want to know how thalia is doing, just take a look at her outfit.