#warborn.intro

[glacialisvenae]

------michiel huisman . cis male . he/his . wasn’t that eben anastase walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the lord of danruba out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they are notoriously apathetic, whilst also managing to be quite charming. the thirty-seven year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( life-force absorption ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of well-fitted leather armor, the gleam of polished silver and emeralds, and the scent of petrichor on a thick-foggy morning. great to see the revenant around, isn’t it ?

small stats

name: eben visser anastase. age: 37. status: lord of danruba, soldier in the vrajiit army. sexuality: grey-heteromantic heterosexual. species: human - vrajiit. power: life-force absorption. hair color: dark brown. eye color: hazel, favoring greys and greens. height: 6′0″. build: athletic - lean muscle. character comparison: edward fairfax rochester (jane eyre), jaime lannister (game of thrones), doc holliday (wynonna earp), boromir (lord of the rings), rick blaine (casablanca), don draper (mad men), perry cox (scrubs), tony soprano (the sopranos), kirk lazarus (tropic thunder), man in black (westworld). && daario naharis (game of thrones), han solo (star wars), thancred waters (final fantasy xiv), dante sparda (devil may cry), rogue (x-men).

biography

     war was always in his blood, and blessed was his birth. though not the only child in the anastase noble line born a vrajiit, eben was often reminded of his place in the world growing up. destined for great things. to him it simply meant that people would always want him for something - and a young child imagined that could be nothing but GOOD. a young child knows very little.

     the winds in danruba are harsh and unforgiving, the clime caring little for life settling there, trying to flourish. eben learned how to survive in the tundra, though it was never imagined he would ACTUALLY require that knowledge ( better to know and never need it, than need it and never know ). hunting was for sport and survival, the feats of each kill brought back and served for meals, the hides tanned into leathers, furs made for blankets on well-stuffed mattresses. it was certainly a cushy life for a little lordling. he was spoiled in the sense that he was always watched ---his company was always desired, his attention always demanded here or there. he didn’t quite understand why. merely that something great would be expected of him.

     shortly after his sixteenth birthday, and when his mind was still full of boyish hope and folly, eben was sent to the vrajiit academy. he excelled at combat, though toyful of his capabilities ( the power to take a life with just a touch seemed limitless ) and for five years he served his country faithfully in the military. he was certain he did his lord father and lady mother proud, and certainly his sharpened prowess was what leant him to being sent into battle rather than being posted in danruba - rather than being returned home under conscription. IN HIS MIND, THESE WERE THE BEST YEARS OF HIS LIFE.

     at 21 he was released from his duties to the military. four years he lingered in danruba, living his life as a lord with a semblance of that boyish charm ever-present on his face. with the castle always open to the citizens of his home he saw many faces, learned many stories, met many men and women as they came and went. he fell in love. a glorious and terrifying emotion, one as tumultuous as the sea ‘neath stormy clouds ---he felt the same rush from spending time with the blacksmith’s daughter. she was kind to him, treated him not like he was a prize, a blessed child ---but like he was human.

     those same emotions betrayed him, ultimately. she passed beneath him amidst their passionate tryst, his touch and kiss-starved lips passing a death knell over her, life draining from her in a quick instant. HE FELT BETRAYED BY HIS OWN HEART. surely an emotion such as love was meant to be gleeful, it had only brought him happiness before this moment ---surely it was love that killed her. ( introspection would have shared it was the surge of emotion itself, that for all of the battle-wise training eben had learned throughout his life he’d never quite honed how to cease the flow of his power when his feelings crested like a breaking wave ). but introspection was beyond him. grieving, eben withdrew into himself.

     the shift from somewhat jovial young lord to apathetic and detached was like the phase of the moon changing. while he wasn’t asocial he seemed less engaged, some form of self-inflicted punishment for suffering to care for another person on such a level. at 25 he re-enlisted in the vrajiit military, the decision to do something more than suffer the company of others final. if his touch was meant to kill, he’d see it to purpose. and so it has served him for those past 12 years, a loyal warrior to the crown through choice, pleased to keep his solitude.

personality

     where once eben could be described as talkative, energetic, and impish now only remains an echo of that former self. a man, as it were ---hardened both by battle and personal trauma and lead by self-inflicted punishment. he’s quiet and apathetic, more keen to sit back and observe a situation rather than be the first to participate in it - as if playing a long and drawn-out match of chess. though he is not asocial, and he doesn’t scorn the touch of a woman in the slightest ---he merely chooses not to find emotional attachment in any of his interpersonal relationships.

     HOWEVER HE CAN BE QUITE CHARMING WHEN HE NEEDS TO BE, flashing a handsome smile or using silver-tongued wit ---the skills of nobility. eben is less likely to lean on his birth standing and more akin to see a problem to a quick end. he is the product of his own experiences. tactical in thought but ruthless in execution, eben isn’t one to dance around a topic or point - he will bluntly state it.

     though it is incredibly obvious that the emotional scars of his experience still linger. perhaps it’s the circumstance of where he was raised ( the infinitely colder climate of danruba ), or his station as a military man that finds him always wearing leathers over his hands and never quite exposing the flesh where one might be drawn to touch. physical intimacy is met with only the desire to feel that particular pleasure and nothing else ---though it’s worth noting that to be safe HE NEVER TOUCHES HIS FAMILY WITH HIS BARE HANDS. lest something happen to them that similarly befell his once romance.

[mightyecho]

                        ＯＦ ＰＡＬＥ ＭＯＵＴＨ＇Ｄ ＰＲＯＰＨＥＴ ＤＲＥＡＭＩＮＧ

                      ｋ ａ ｄ ｒ ｉ  ｇ ｈ ｉ ｔ ａ — master of laws & lord of wenchinka

berk cankat . cis man . he/him . wasn’t that kadri ghita walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the master of laws/lord of wenchinka and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously reserved, whilst also managing to be quite compassionate. the thirty-three year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( precognition ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of misty dawns, a gentle smile and a hand reaching out to help. great to see the seer around, isn’t it ?

———   GENERAL

NAME  : kadri ghita TITLE : master of law / lord of wenchinka AGE :  thirty-three  GENDER : cis - male   PRONOUNS : he  /  him SEXUAL ORIENTATION : homosexual BIRTHPLACE : wenchinka RESIDENCE  :  wenchinka / trasnavda

———   RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER : tba. MOTHER : tba. SIBLINGS : daphne ghita ; valda ghita ALLIES : princess lumina ; tba. ENEMIES : kassian valora ; tba.

———   PERSONALITY

LABEL : the seer POSITIVE (+) : compassionate — calculating — considerate — patient — loyal  NEGATIVE (-) : reserved  — apprehensive — reclusive — soft spoken — stoic 

———   HISTORY

ＢＥ ＳＴＩＬＬ ＬＯＶＥ， ＤＯＮ＇Ｔ ＣＲＹ —— as a child, they called him delicate. he was small for his age, prone to chest infections caused by the damp air of wenchinka and fevers that would leave him tucked in bed for days. when he was well enough, he never strayed far from his mothers’ skirts, a small fist clinging to the sweeping fabric— no one could accuse kadri of being anything close to adventurous when he was very young. he had a precocious way of approaching the world, much too cautious to dive in and hesitant to even dip his toe.

his complicated relationship with sleep started practically from birth. he was a colicky baby- difficult to console and even more difficult to keep asleep- and suffered from awful night terrors that started when he was a toddler. the castle calm was interrupted nearly nightly by his horrified screams, sobbing into his mothers chests, telling them about the horrible things that were in his room— monsters, ghosts, things too terrible that his young vocabulary couldn’t put them into words. as he got older and learned to express himself better, he would tell his mothers and healers how he would wake up, unable to move- frozen to his bed, trapped- and then he would see the Bad Things. around the time he was five, a healer finally found a name for this strange ailment: sleep paralysis.

the healer explained as best as they could to his young self that his part of his mind had woken up before his mind or body realized— that the things he saw were nothing but dreams, creations of a young boy’s imagination. they taught him tricks to help him try to wake the rest of his body, to pull his mind from the dreaming and back to the waking. it took time but with enough practice, the nights started to stretch uninterrupted til dawn and kadri, emboldened by the power he now held over the demons that lurked in the corners of his room at night, started to venture from the safety of his mothers skirts— see what the world might offer for a boy who could banish demons.

ＹＯＵ＇ＲＥ ＳＯ ＡＭＢＩＴＩＯＵＳ ＦＯＲ Ａ ＪＵＶＥＮＩＬＥ—— kadri took to his studies with his scholars like a fish to water. he loved to read, learning histories of walochnia and her folkstories. when his nose wasn’t stuck in a book, it was snooping around castle and the grounds. he would perch on a bench in the blacksmith’s shed, a thick leather apron draped across his front and weighing him down to the bench ( to keep him from inspecting any closer, just in case the young master got a particular curious bug up that nosy nose ) while the blacksmith mended scullery pots, shaped horses shoes or sharpened blades and imparted simple, worldly wisdoms.  hours were spent in the dusty stables, learning how each piece of the saddle and bridle worked, how to pick out the rocks and mud that packed in the horses hooves, and mucking out stalls alongside the stable-hands. he dipped and dodged underfoot of the various cooks and scullery maids in the kitchens, plucked from the floor to lean over a bubbling pan of sauce or plopped on a table with a spoon of whatever sweet batter was being prepared, his hair flour dusted and eyes attentive to the bustle that went into creating each meal that was placed before him and the rough, worn hands that prepared it.

it was about the people and learning from them, learning about them and their wants and needs and dreams— it was important for a young lord to know his people. at least that’s what he told himself whenever faced with the choice of running with the other younger boys and girls as they played in the sweeping fields of tall grass or retreating to one of his Safe Havens. it was just easier to be around adults— adults didn’t expect you to know rules of games or to even be good at them. there wasn’t rejection from adults, if anything the most he received was polite dismissal. that he could understand and rationalize; perhaps they were busy or had something important to do that he would only get in the way of. with other children though, their rejection ( or, the threat of ) wasn’t something that was easily rationalized.

his siblings were the only real children whose company he sought out. it was around his family that he was most himself— more apt to speak up and goof off and just be a kid instead of the wide eyed little boy desperately trying to be peers with adults. as daphne got older and started to explore and expand her own horizons, kadri found himself often trailing not far behind and then when valda started her own wandering, he was often chasing after her to try and keep her from any trouble the two might find themselves in. it was through his sisters that he started to actually heed the constant you-ought-to-play-with-children-your-own-age‘s that he heard from every other Safe Haven— and who would’ve guessed that if you gave others the opportunity, they might not disappoint you?

＆ ＩＦ ＴＨＥ ＮＩＧＨＴ ＩＳ ＢＵＲＮＩＮＧ Ｉ ＷＩＬＬ ＣＯＶＥＲ ＭＹ ＥＹＥＳ —— the visions started when he was nine and at first, he thought there were just dreams. they were faces he didn’t know, accidents that seemed commonplace that would leave him waking up feeling disoriented or horrible incidents that would rip him from sleep gasping and covered in sweat. he’d always struggled with nightmares- sleeping and waking ( though it had been years since he’d had an episode of sleep paralysis )- and when his tutors would inquire about his yawning or sagging head in class, he’d explain just that: he’d had nightmares.

one night he had a dream about a boy climbing a tree, racing two other children to the top. in his dream’s eye, he was the climbing boy and he saw himself reach for a branch only to have it snap off and then he was falling, hitting branches that knocked the wind from him and scratched at his arms and legs, landing on the deceptively soft looking ground with a sickening crunch and pain shot up his arm. a scream erupted from his dream mouth, waking him up to his arm still dully aching. he shook it off, chalking it up to another nightmare— until later that afternoon, he watched the scene unfold in front of his wide eyes, mouth dropping open in slow realization and dawning horror as the branch snapped and the boy tumbled to the ground, landing hard on his arm.

he didn’t tell his mothers initially. shaken by seeing his dream pass into the realm of reality, he tried to rationalize the experience in his own mind. a coincidence, that’s all it was. he was sure that people who climbed trees fell out and broke their arms all the time, if it didn’t happen then it was bound to happen somewhere else— it was just a matter of chance that he happened to see it exactly as he dreamed it. however, a few weeks later after a dream of one of the serving girls burning her hand on a too hot pan and seeing the girl come out with her hand wrapped in a damp cloth before depositing his breakfast in front of him had him beginning to doubt just how much chance was involved.

after confiding the dreams to his mothers, telling them about watching the boy break his arm and knowing that the girl had burned herself, he was given a simple journal to begin recording the dreams in. every morning he would wake up and write whatever he’d dreamed the night before and as time went on, it became easier to distinguish was a dream and what was more-than-a-dream.

when he was twelve he had his first waking-vision. one moment he’d been talking with one of his tutors when the world suddenly fell away, his tutor’s voice fading as the more-than-a-dream sensation flooded his senses and the scene bloomed in front of his mind’s eye. when he came to, he was flat on his back hovered by the concerned face of his tutor calling for a healer. it happened three more times over a month before it was decided that kadri should attend the academy of mircea to learn how to control or at the very least manage this gift of his with those who might be better equipped at helping him.

ＹＯＵ＇ＲＥ ＮＯＴ ＡＳ ＢＲＡＶＥ ＡＳ ＹＯＵ ＷＥＲＥ ＡＴ ＴＨＥ ＳＴＡＲＴ—— the first few years at the academy were filled with frustration. trying to learn how or why the visions came- waking or dreaming- was like trying to hold onto water; the second that he thought he had a grasp on it, it slipped through his fingers and he was left with nothing but droplets of whatever grand realization he’d come to. his nights were punctuated with more-than-dreams, his journal never more than an arm length’s away at any point now and his days were filled with hours long meditation sessions that left him feeling sluggish and restless.

he was away from his Safe Havens, away from his mothers and sisters, away from thundery skies and heavy air and thrust into this strange place with strange people and strange, thin mountain air where every day was the same thing over and over and it seemed like he was getting nowhere. for a time, kadri became more withdrawn in himself, isolating as much as possible from the other academy students, every thought consumed with trying to learn how to control the visions ( so that he could go home ) and also with the overwhelming dread of never being able to control them ( and thus, never being able to go home ). in reality, he knew that at any point, his status could earn him a ticket back to wenchinka whenever it became too much— but to go back home now would be giving up and that filled him with shame for even considering it.  no matter how difficult it was, he wasn’t leaving the academy until he knew how to control this gift he’d never asked for.

they compared time to a river. a river is a straight line until it’s diverted; sometimes the river is able to go around what is blocking it- like a rock- or seep around and eventually wear it down- like a felled tree. sometimes, a diversion could cause a full breakaway in the river, part of it diverted for good— but who was to say that the path this new stream would carve a better path than the one it was already on? or that the stream wouldn’t eventually curve and divert and find its way back to the river it branched from? or that it wouldn’t come to a dead stop, unable to flow any further once it reached a certain point— without the power of the full river at it’s back to push it forward, a stream could trickle off and end.

time was a powerful and also fragile thing; a butterfly could flap it’s wings in crysala and cause an avalanche in danruba. for people who were on this river of life, they could only see what was right in front of them— there’s no real peeking forward around the bend to see where the river’s going to take you. however, kadri could peek. they put it into terms of having something like a  spyglass that allowed him to look forward- not to see the whole picture, but a piece of where it could lead. up to this point, he hadn’t been using the spyglass but only opening an eye from time to time and catching glimpses of wherever it was pointing, usually not in the far off future. the trick was to teach his mind how to point that spyglass, how to focus it in on the places he chose— and more importantly, how to cap the lens when he wasn’t using it.

it took six years— much longer than most vrajiit stayed at the academy—and even then, there was still so much of this future-sight that he could not control or understand. he could never stop the waking-visions but had trained his mind to split in a way- allowing his mind’s eye to focus through the spyglass at whatever it had caught in its lens and the rest of his mind to stay awake and alert to keep him upright at the very least. he’d never figured out how to point the spyglass exactly but through deep meditative trances, he was able to almost expand the spyglass, letting that river of time pass over him with hundreds of thousands of futures passing by before catching hold to something and then narrowing that span of the spyglass in on it exactly. it was never exact and would have him sitting stone still for hours and when he would pull himself from the trance, the exhaustion from the effort would render him almost useless for hours, if not days without ample rest. the more time he spent in that river of time, letting the knowledge of hundreds of futures wash over his subconscious and losing himself in it, the more vulnerable it made his other mental defenses and the sleep paralysis came back with a vengeance.

＆ ＹＯＵＲ ＶＯＩＣＥ ＩＳ Ａ ＷＥＡＰＯＮ —— a seer was useful to a kingdom at war. kadri left the academy at eighteen and enlisted immediately to the vrajiit army. he grew up in the academy at mircea but the army made him into a man. it was a completely different world once again, frozen ground and sharp air that stung your lungs with every breath and there was no room for isolation in army barracks. his youth in wenchinka was a million leagues away from the rough and tumble upbringing the danruban soldiers had and the academy had been focused on training his mind, not his body. he had no idea how to fight- aside from the scraps he and his siblings had gotten into when they were young- and truth be told? he was not eager to learn at the hands of people who were definitely more capable.

eighteen years is a long time to go without an asskicking. each time he hit the hardpacked snow though, there was always a hand reaching down to help him up. kadri found acceptance and brotherhood among the ranks of others gifted with powers and found solace in the fact that really? most of them were still figuring out their gifts. no man is an island and for too long, he’d felt stranded— the army was what rescued him from that. the hesitancy he approached army life with slowly melted in the warmth of the bonds he was creating with his company. a bow felt at home in his hand, his focus aiding in helping him to hit targets from far distances with amazing accuracy and when his hand wrapped around the hilt of a sword, he could open that lens in his mind, catching glimpses of his opponent’s next move and counter before the other could begin to react.

little diversions— pebbles in the stream that would only cause the river to ripple. three years after he joined the army, his unit had been dispatched towards the borders on information from army intelligence of the location of ottolan army base camps. under orders by his captain, he stayed in one of his meditative trances for most of the journey, seeking through the stream in his mind for any information on the camps they were advancing on. he relayed everything he could gather about the camps to his superiors, exhaustion seeping into his very bones when through a narrow tunnel, they asked what moves could be made. without thinking, he handed them boulders and when time came that they were thrown into the stream of time, there was no diverting the stream in their favor— all it did was cause a huge splash.

they had planned an ambush, not knowing about the ottolan archers that had been hidden in the rocky terrain that surrounded the target camp. it was a slaughter and kadri had retreated with the few remaining members of his unit, horror dawning as his horse flew over frozen terrain that he had helped to make the call— the entire plan that became their downfall had been under his advisement. their ragged few returned back to the army base in danruba, relaying the news of the failure to the maistru and later that night, kadri tried to leave. it was too much— he couldn’t stop replaying it in his mind, going back and reviewing the visions he’d written down and the events that had unfolded before his eyes, trying to find the point where it’d gone wrong but all he saw was his vrajiit brothers and sisters dying over and over. there had been no future where they would’ve won— he hadn’t seen the whole picture and because of his own arrogance in thinking he knew what he saw, people had died. and he couldn’t live with it.

he wanted to go home, back to those Safe Havens that had kept him protected, to his mothers heavy skirts that he could ground himself with, to his sisters and the love and devotion to them that could anchor him and keep him from being swept away. it was too heavy a burden to bear and he was so tired.

they caught him at the border of trasnavda and with great reluctance, kadri went back. for the next two years, the weight of his future-sight wore on him. he tried to isolate himself again, pulling back from the vrajiit around him to try and distance himself from whatever untimely demise could befall them based on decisions made from the visions he was plagued with. he would relay the visions to his superiors but kept his mouth firmly closed after, refusing to offer any further insight or ideas on how to avoid what the future held or worse, how to manipulate it towards their favor— he wouldn’t be responsible for that blood again, though he knew in his heart that every time he shared what he had seen, it was his hands giving them the rocks to throw in the stream. there was no getting rid of that responsibility and guilt.

Ｉ ＤＯＮ＇Ｔ ＷＡＮＴ ＴＯ ＲＥＳＴ ＩＮ ＰＥＡＣＥ——as soon as his five years were up, kadri didn’t linger in danruba. when he returned to wenchinka, he’d felt almost hollowed out, delicate in a way he hadn’t been since he was very small. that fragility only caused a sense of self-resentment and at first, he tried to find solace for the hollowed out feeling in his chest in his family, in his duties as a young lord, in prayer- to the one true god and when those prayers fell on deaf ears, to the old gods. when they stayed as mute as adi, he stopped trying to protect the thin glass shell around him and turned instead to trying to shatter it.

he tried to drown himself in wine and ale and between the thighs of lovers, desperately trying to fill himself up with anything to replace what the army had carved out of him. he tried to lose his mind in opium pipes and elixirs that opened his mind up to universes with their own streams of time— strangely, he found comfort losing himself into that oblivion. when the enormity of time stretches out before you, it seems too large but when the frame zooms out and the expanse of space and time and reality is laid out like a heavy quilt, you realize that your own burden is only one thread— hardly consequential.

maybe it was because he was lost that it was so easy to give himself to people. he chased after approval, acceptance, love all over walochnia but it was all in efforts to find absolution. his heart was an open door for people to track through, believing with every fiber of his being that whatever the intentions they had, they were pure. sometimes he was right- more often than not, he wasn’t. his journals stayed empty, gathering dust as he tried to keep that lens in his mind shut tightly as possible and in the times when he threw the shutters open to stare out into the expanse, he never chronicled what he saw. he knew what happened when other people knew what time held and he would not be responsible again.

ＬＥＡＤＳ ＹＯＵ ＨＥＲＥ ＤＥＳＰＩＴＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＤＥＳＴＩＮＡＴＩＯＮ — there comes a point in every road- in every life- where you are faced with a fork in the road: a choice. it had been nearly a year since he’d left the army, kadri was faced with that point in the road and instead of continuing on the path to destruction, he chose the path to redemption. as first born, there was a heavy weight of expectation on his head and the concern in his mothers’ eyes at his self-destructive behaviors and the ever present worry about increasing tensions within wenchinka’s borders was enough to snap him into action. living for himself was a chore— living for his sisters, his mothers, his beloved wenchinka was a cause worth fighting each day for. kadri began to take a more active role in his position as lord, working and learning alongside his mothers and their advisors and found himself appalled at the amount of corruption and lack of care many of those in these high positions had for the citizens on which their titles held them above. he wasn’t new to the games of court, having grown up in it but after years of being away fighting alongside vrajiit- rich and poor alike- his heart had grown even more tender than it had been in his childhood for the impoverished wenchinkans his family was supposed to lead and care for. 

it was where his interest for law started: in trying to find a way to weed out the corruption that had taken root in the heart of wenchinkan politics. he was a quiet young lord but became known as quite ruthless when pursuing members of the wenchinkan court who worked with crime and slum lords- those that would use their position in order to gain more for themselves while letting the people suffer. opportunity presented itself in trasnavda and kadri took that quiet fire to the nation’s capitol, gratefully accepting a position on the king’s small council. he’s held the position of master of law for the last three years and while he holds the law in the highest regard, kadri has been a silent and subtle war for vrajiit since his appointment. it’s a delicate balance, upholding the law and knowing that there were laws that were flawed and it’s a tightrope that kadri walks across, knowing his king’s ears were closed to change but hoping that the princess’ are not-- after all, the king would not remain so forever and the crown of walochnia would be placed upon the head of either son or daughter and a new reign would begin. one that vrajiit were allowed more freedom in their lives if kadri can have any influence on it. 

[lady-oriana]

adeline rudolph . cis woman . she / her . wasn’t that oriana costiniu walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the lady of malsovia out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously stoic, whilst also managing to be quite resourceful. the twenty five year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( ice & cold manipulation ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of the first snowfall of winter, charging into battle while wearing a gown, the grand clock striking midnight. great to see the ice queen around, isn’t it ? 

full name: oriana nari costiniu  age: twenty-five birthday: december 21, 125 a.d. species: human, vrajit abilities: ice & cold manipulation station: noblewoman occupation: lady of malsovia religion: one true god (for now) sexuality: assumed straight, she never really gave it much thought

fictional character inspo: shiv roy (succession), queen elsa (frozen), sansa stark (game of thrones), lady macbeth (macbeth), beth harmon (the queen’s gambit), petra solano (jane the virgin)

songs: you’re on your own kid (taylor swift), bad guy (billie eilish), nightmare (halsey)

during the winter solstice of the year 125 a.d., the lady of malsovia gave birth to her first daughter after an arduous labor. lord and lady costiniu were delighted to have a daughter, a little girl to one day become an elegant noblewoman. or so they thought.

oriana grew up religious, attending mass every sunday with her family and believing in the words of the one true god. the daughter of lord and lady costiniu would surely know what is expected of her by her people.

the discovery of her cryokinetic powers came when she was a girl of twelve, exploring the forests with her friends when they came upon a wild boar. assuming that that would be the day they were mauled, oriana instinctively shielded her face from damage but when she opened her eyes, the boar had been attacked by icicles. the noble girl’s cold hands were evidence enough of what had happened; like her older brother, she was a vrajit. and that was when her life’s course had changed. 

the vrajit’s purpose was to serve their god and the people of walochnia, and the pious people of malsovia would have rioted if the costiniu family had it any other way. and so she was escorted to the capital city to begin her studies, taught by her fellow vrajit. incredibly skilled at wielding her cryokinetic powers

five years of service in the army followed, with oriana having just been released from her obligation and figuring out what next to do. as a noblewoman, she is not required to continue serving the king.

oriana has a bit of a god complex, which she keeps to herself given her culture’s piety towards adi and them having driven out the cult years ago. but now that she’s in the capital and learning more about vrajit, she can’t help but be curious about what it could be like if they were just appreciated a bit more for all that they do

as a result of being nothing but a weapon, oriana has molded herself into such. always ready for battle and to defend herself. does not know the meaning of peace, ever.

headcanons/miscellaneous

loves high fashion and has advocated for more stylish armor on the battlefield

tends to dress in all black or ice-related colors. although for formal events she dons the purple and gold of the costiniu family’s banners. 

a complete daddy’s girl, is definitely her father’s favorite child

has no desire to marry, and has actively avoided it until now

her blonde highlights at the front of her face were as a result of her ice powers, trying them on herself once

wanted connections

a midnight rain connection, with her of course being the midnight rain

her one closest friend aka the person who gets the defrosted part of her personality

her older brothers and younger sister (must be half korean)

someone to challenge her religious beliefs and expose her to the other religions

tbd !!!

[madrigolden]

{ cis woman, she/her, amber rose revah } wasn’t that MADRIGOLD OHAS walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the PRINCE’S GUARD out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they are notoriously SANCTIMONIOUS , whilst also managing to be quite LOYAL. the THIRTY ONE year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves ARE vrajiit ( monstrous jaw & venomous bite ) . it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of MATCHING BATTLE SCARS, HUNGRY CROWDS THROWING COINS AT A PASSING KING; & THE MONTAGE SEQUENCE OF A ROUTINE THAT NEVER CHANGES, BUT TIME CLEARLY PASSES. great to see THE REVENANT around, isn’t it ?

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[sharptccth]

          ☆.｡.჻· richard armitage . cis-male. he/him . i would steer clear of aristeo olivier if i were you. a vampire from the ventrusa clan , they’ve been living in the hidden kingdom of sibiuia for eighty six years. apparently they're one hundred sixty three, but will always look forty five. i’ve heard they’re quite chivalrous , though they’re known by their clan to be rather blunt. guess that’s why they call them the mediator. they weren't vrajiit before their death, and often they remind me of black leather, humming a bard's tune, warm smiles secretly given to their lover. i’ll be interested to see what happens when they’re introduced to the humans …

Basic Information

Full Name: Aristeo Olivier

Nickname(s): Theo

Age: 163 (appears 45)

Born in: Wenchinka

Species: vampire

Gender: cis male

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: pansexual & panromantic

Religion: the one true God (doesn’t practice anymore)

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Richard Armitage

Hair Colour: dark brown

Eye Colour: blue

Height: 6 ft 2½ in or 189 cm

Weight: 93 kg or 205 lbs

Build: athletic

Tattoos: none

Piercings: none

Distinguishing Characteristics: baritone voice, blue-grey eyes, muscular body

Personality

Label: the mediator // “a person who attempts to make people involved in a conflict come to an agreement; a go-between.” a muse who helps everyone with their problems, maybe neglecting themselves in the process.

Positive Traits: chivalrous, passionate, gentle

Negative Traits: blunt, short-tempered

Traits

Optimist or pessimist?

Introvert or extrovert?

Daredevil or cautious?

Logical or emotional?

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?

Prefers working or relaxing?

Confident or unsure of himself?

Family

Father: Janvier Olivier, deceased

Mother: Célinie Olivier, deceased

Sibling(s): (older) none

Spouse: Séraphie Olivier, deceased, current: Lucian Olivier, nee Fell

Children: daughter - Amalie Olivier, deceased

Pet(s): none

History

TW: death (ofc), murder

          Nobody ever cared about people in Wenchinka, that’s how Aristeo had always felt. His life has never been easy, his family was poor, living from paycheck to paycheck, so to speak, barely getting by. And it didn’t help that his parents regularly argued - some things were left unsaid, they piled up until one of the other couldn’t hold it in anymore. As soon as he was old enough Aristeo left his home to find work and live on his own. He loved his parents, but he couldn’t handle all these years of fighting.

          Once he left things started to look a bit brighter. Aristeo found out he had a knack for sword making. He was interested in blacksmith work, especially weapon making and the local blacksmith needed a helping hand. It turned out he was natural at making swords and sword-like weapons in general, he was very precise and he tried to find ways how to improve them.

          A few years later he met Séraphie. A young lady from Malsovia and he fell in love almost immediately. He courted her for a while before asking her hand in marriage. They married and a year later she gave him a daughter, Amalie. They were happy together. Seeing his parents marriage break from keeping everything in and all those arguments when they had had enough, Aristeo didn’t want to keep things hidden, he always told the truth, he had no secrets from his wife and he was always all for talking it out when things were starting to get a bit rocky or he felt like something was left unsaid, and for him it always worked 0 talking it out was the key to his strong and stable relationship with his wife.

          But all good things must come to an end sooner or later. One night he came home late from work, and the doors of his hope were slightly ajar. It was not supposed to be like that. He ran in and found both his wife and daughter murdered by, what it looked, a vicious animal. It was strange though - they both seemed to be missing a lot of blood, but there was not that much blood on the floor. Blinded by pain, sadness and anger Aristeo tried looking for answers, and he found them in the form of old tales about vampires, who came around once every fine years. It would sound like old scary stories to others, but at this point Aristeo believed even the craziest stories. Two most important people in his life were dead, he had nothing to lose anymore, so he found some people, who might know a thing or two about vampires, which eventually lead him to meeting a vampire face to face. This vampire was not the one, who killed his family, but he knew the one, who did it. Knowing he would not stand a chance against his family’s killer if he was a human, Aristeo asked to be turned, and in return he promised to work for him until his sire would decide the debt was paid. Aristeo agreed.

          He was trained, taught the new skills of a vampire, and, driven by revenge, he went after his family’s killer. Aristeo found him, tortured him for what he did and ended the killer’s life. It didn’t give Aristeo the relief he hoped to get, the anger and pain was still there. Defeated he returned to his sire to keep his end of the deal.

          For more than thirty years he never left his sire’s side. living in the shadows, Aristeo lead a criminal life since his sire was not an honest man. Those were dark years. Until his sire got hunted down by a group of vrajiits, who wanted to get a revenge on him for using their town as food or turning their loved ones into vampires for his own pleasure. It was a secluded town far from other ones, he made sure no word got out and nobody would miss the people there. But he thought wrong. Once his sire was killed, Aristeo was free. He roamed the lands until a vampire from Ventrusa clan found him. They had heard about his sire and they were hesitant to take Aristeo in. He was done living this life, Aristeo wanted some peace and quiet for a change, no criminal activity, he wanted to do honest work and turn his life around. Since his love for blacksmith work hadn’t faded, Aristeo did that as a community work - no pay and being watched carefully and for a few years he wasn’t allowed to leave the clan grounds. Once his punishment was over, he didn’t leave blacksmith work, he kept on doing it for many years. It helped him slowly become his old self - one who loved life and loved what he did for living.

[gvldcth]

           wassup everyone ! dio here, he/him pronouns from gmt +8 ! i haven't been in the rp scene in a hot minute but i can't wait to get back into the groove and write with everyone !!

feel free to like this post if you want to plot or i’ll take a look at any of your open starters ! lyssie’s dossier can be found here !

toby regbo . genderfluid . he/they . wasn’t that lyserg diarmuid pichler walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the court spy out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously impulsive, whilst also managing to be quite captivating. the twenty seven year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( miasma manipulation ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of the sun blaring down on a garden of flowers, spilt wine on rich carpets, riotous cheers and merry laughter. great to see the spitfire around, isn’t it ? ( dio . he/him . 23 . gmt+8 . n/a )

[kalamities]

adelaide kane . cis female . she / her . wasn’t that zahra anastase walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the lady of danruba and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously reckless, whilst also managing to be quite ambitious. the thirty year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves aren’t vrajiit . it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of feather fletching against unwavering lips, warped candles snuffed as dawn peeks through the windows, the scent of roses spiced with black pepper. great to see the faustian around, isn’t it ?

about. 

name: zahra anastase. age: thirty. status: lady of danruba. positive traits: ambitious, cunning & warmhearted. negative traits: bitter, audacious & reckless. alignment: chaotic good. temperament: choleric. mbti: tbd.

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with the heart of danruba buried in her chest, zahra grew up with the ideals of being a steadfast warrior ready to take arms. a spirited child and an energetic fire, running through the halls at every opportunity, she was eager to take up practice swords and bows... all the while insistent on wearing and dirtying her dresses.

however, with two brothers serving their dues, it was wiser to keep zahra at home than indulge in dreams of warfare. 

she is not keen on the mandates for vrajiit, as half of her family were absent during her adolescent life. from her studies, she views the king’s need for control and power deceitful, and slowly fell out of the heart for fighting for kingdom and more for fighting for herself and those she’s close to.

from this, a part of her heart has grown distant from the honor and glory of battle and has turned to crave for an escape from the politics, hoping to find freedom and happiness outside the court. however, she knows she can’t have a foot in contrasting desires so she remains steadfast ensuring the safety of her homeland and those she holds close ( until other opportunities appear for the taking ).

zahra is a proficient marksman and cavalier, though she is determined to improve her melee fighting style to the same skill, lest she be caught off guard. however, she is not always quick to take up arms. she is highly aware war is not always won on the battlefield, but sometimes in dresses and and through social events and tries to make as much effort socially as she does in private practice ( even if she prefers a weapon in hand ).

will be edited as more information develops~

[remmbrance]

‘  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆  𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄  𝗵𝗼𝘄  𝘁𝗼  𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲  𝗺𝗲  𝗰𝗿𝘆  ,  𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗴𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲  𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲  𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻  𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀  .  ’

tw.  death , war mention   .

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗟𝗦  : merida  (  brave  )  ,  angel  (  buffy  the  vampire  slayer  )  ,  brienne  of  tarth  (  game  of  thrones  )  ,  spencer  hastings  (  pretty  little  liars  )  .

———   𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟  .

��𝗔𝗠𝗘  :   genya  frey

𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗟𝗘 :  lady  in  waiting  ,  court  spy

𝗔𝗚𝗘 :  twenty  one  .  

𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 :   demi  woman .  

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦 :   she  /  they  .  

𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟  𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 :  lesbian .  

𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 :  danruba   .

𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘  :  trasnavda  .  

𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘(𝗦)  :   the  royal  family  ,  the  army  of  the  vrajiit  ,  the  freys  .

𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬(𝗦)  :   relationship  identification  ,  super  acute  senses  .

———   𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗦  .

𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥  :   demian  frey

𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥  :   naena  frey

𝗦𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦  :   aidan  frey  ,  utp  frey

𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥  :  n / a

———   𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬  .

you  are  born  late  ,  a  child  of  a  mishap  on  your  parents  part  -  for  their  ages  made  them  far  from  the  most  suitable  of  parents  .  born  late  ,  and  born  quiet  -  you  analyze  your  mother  with  your  doe  eyes  ,  as  if  unsure  if  she  is  who  she  claims  to  be  .  

childhood  is  no  difficult  task  ,  nor  should  it  be  .  you  are  small  -  smaller  ,  perhaps  ,  than  you  should  be  .  you  take  great  pleasure  in  sneaking  into  all  the  creaks  and  cracks  you  never  should  -  listening  into  the  many  conversations  you  shouldn’t  be  any  the  wiser  to  .  you  know  before  your  neighbour’s  wife  that  he  spends  his  nights  in  another’s  bed  ,  and  you  know  the  war  has  come  to  your  town  before  you  even  know  what  the  word  war  means  .  yes  ,  you  are  young  -  but  you  are  no  fool  .  your  brother  towers  over  you  ,  more  muscle  than  man  ,  and  you  think  -  as  a  child  -  that  he  may  just  be  a  giant  .  a  giant  ,  he  is  not  ,  but  with  age  comes  the  gifts  -  and  your  once  gentle  brother  breathes  fire  .  

no  ,  your  childhood  is  no  difficult  task  -  but  it  is  a  loud  one  .  you  don’t  understand  it  as  a  girl  ,  but  with  time  comes  the  realization  .  your  senses  are  far  stronger  than  those  around  you  :  your  vision  is  clearer  (  you  can  see  the  birds  flying  high  above  ,  if  you  look  hard  enough  )  ,  your  taste  buds  and  sense  of  smell  stronger  (  and  aren’t  those  both  a  curse  and  blessing  ?  )  ,  and  your  hearing  is  beyond  reason  (  whispers  are  nothing  to  you  ,  and  your  parents  can  hardly  keep  a  secret  from  you  )  .

this  proves  both  pain  and  blessing  ,  for  few  can  tell  you  a  lie  .  their  hearts  flutter  with  their  lies  (  loud  enough  for  your  over  sensitive  ears  to  hear  )  ,  or  their  voices  hitch  .  you  cannot  go  long  without  the  sound  of  hearts  beating  fills  your  head  .

not  only  a  lovely  lady  ,  but  also  a  fierce  warrior  and  skiller  archer  -  you  serve  your  country  well  .  in  the  army  ,  you  are  often  used  for  intelligence  -  for  few  can  be  trusted  to  know  the  truth  in  one’s  alliances  so  well  as  you  .  it  does  take  time  ,  but  each  time  you  manage  to  pull  out  a  snake  from  within  the  grass  -  it  brings  you  only  pride  .  

though  you  revel  in  your  place  in  the  shadows  ,  learning  the  names  and  faces  of  as  many  enemies  as  you  can  ,  the  murders  of  so  many  of  your  brethren  have  you  sent  to  court  .  you  don’t  understand  it  ,  at  first  .  but  you  are  skilled  in  the  art  of  espionage  ,  and  so  hiding  in  plain  sight  can  be  no  difficult  task  .  your  superiors  think  you  may  have  a  chance  to  aid  the  kingdom  if  you  pay  enough  attention  . 

[gcldcrcwn]

𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬        chamberlain.       INTRO   &   THREADS . 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐣 𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐞         handmaiden / guard.          INTRO   &   THREADS . 𝐳𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮         lady of crysala.           INTRO   &   THREADS .

[pariahisms]

                                                    🗡️

mun intro & main app;

hi i’m grace !!! i’m also writing daphne @coosset. i’m 24 in the est timezone tho i’m on at the craziest and least inconsistent times. she&her. full time med student and waitress by night !!!! a tru libra i lov ppl and creating !! so lets make fun plots and have lots of angst/fluff. pls. xo

zendaya coleman . cis woman . she&her . wasn’t that iris illes walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the princes’ guard out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously reclusive, whilst also managing to be quite clever. the twenty two year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( invisibility + cloaking shield construction ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of a thick fog approaching within twilight, inky tresses spilling past shoulders as helmet is raised, a lone wolf howling at a dissipating moon. great to see the pariah around, isn’t it ?

FEATURING THE PARIAH ....... an outcast, reject. 

tl;dr - a guarded soul with vast walls to scale in order to get in, a skilled vrajiit, a witty woman, brooding and sulking come hand in hand with her, doesn’t connect well with others, genuinely trying her best, enjoying her own solace, emotional detached often due to own traumas, driven, she’s excelling in her line of duty, she’s already tired, longs for something..... not sure what that is yet. doesn’t really trust often or at all. a scarred soul. the scent of orange and coffee.

stats;

build: ectomorphic  ( athletic, thin, tall, muscular )

height: 5′10

zodiac: scorpio 

health: ptsd, disassociation, neurodivergent spectrum 

eye color & hair: dark brown & inky black

distinguishing features: sculpted jaw, height, defined brows

orientation: pansexual / panromantic / monogamous s/o: genya frey / exclusive 

sleeping habits: insomniac, light sleeper, jumpy, easily woken, bad dreams, occasional sleep walking

exercise habits: works out avidly, enjoys physical work 

strengths: gifts allow for a good defense, detachment makes for making hard decisions easily, naturally protective. 

skillset: full invisibility. cloaking shield construction means she can create a mirror effect shield/disguise ( i.e making someone beside her seem like they too aren’t there. ) it also means with this shield there’s a physical protective barrier, literal shield. think violet parr from the incredibles when she creates shields. she can withstand blasts/blows with these. 

weaknesses: can’t make others invisible/will things invisible. her shields can only be so big. she’s working at expanding them but for now her limit is about the width and height of four large adults. also if she’s physically injured this shield won’t be as strong. any find of smoke/fog/etc is going to reveal her silhouette or her shield. it’s harder for her to make a closed shield (like a bubble to protect from attacks on all sides/poison/etc) and requires deep focus. 

home: malsovia, heavily wooded area. mother fell ill and passed, was human. as was her father who was too ate up with his own demons to properly care for her. when discovered she was vrajiit was immediately outcast by him.  

personality;

the moon in a sky full of stars, caving in on herself, disciplined, a warrior, extremist in all aspects, a lone wolf able to stand steady on her own, logic ruled, strategy in her blood, fighting often for the underdog, kneeling in obedience, the desire to service, admirable bravery, the understanding of sacrifice, staying quiet with thought, analytic, a deep ocean ..... seemingly bottomless, the steady thrumming of thunder without the rain, a small girl fighting tears as fathers hand strikes her roaring of ungratefulness though she’s done no wrong, fingers thrumming anxiously, a woman with purpose, pacing at nightfall to avoid nightmares, the heat of embers fueling a larger fire, the sting of a scorpion ready and armed. 

has she served?

yes. immediately served at sixteen. would do so again. she’s a great fighter and is able to disassociate easily from her humanity. for now she’s proving to be a great guard. she’s a great asset to any physical attack. she is humble but enjoys being useful. 

wanted connections;

an ex- i don’t imagine iris has dated much of any due to her general lack of connection !!! this would be really fun to plot out. she would be SO protective!!! even if they scorned her. 

best friends/friends/acquaintances- not many here !!!! again she’s not a social butterfly. if anything comes off as standoffish and grumpy. but they would get her!!! she would like to laugh and let loose with them/trusts them. varian, genya, etc.

prince- her charge!!!! the person she’s protecting. i’d love for them to be good friends !!! romantic !!! bro/sis vibe !! (since she didn’t have that growing up) open to anything but if not picked up i’ll probs request this on the main. TAKEN by prince servaos. 

influence- someone who helps bring her out of her shell !!! can have good intentions or bad.

physical- working out is her like peaceful headspace and when iris is happiest. basically a workout/running/training buddy!! can be human or vrajiit. if the latter maybe they practice their gifts on each other !!! 

guide- would love a muse that’s older be there for her!! she’s young but has a old soul. but didn’t ever really get a chance to be nurtured or cared for. would love a dynamic for this! 

tba as i think of more LOL / will update this parodically

[mightyecho]

                    ＳＯＲＲＹ ＡＢＯＵＴ ＴＨＥ ＢＬＯＯＤ ＩＮ ＹＯＵＲ ＭＯＵＴＨ                                          （ Ｉ ＷＩＳＨ ＩＴ ＷＥＲＥ ＭＩＮＥ ）

                           ａｌｅｋｓｅｉ ｆｒｅｙ — assassin to the anastase family．

logan lerman . cis man . he/him . wasn’t that aleksei frey walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the assassin to the anastaste family out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they’re notoriously reckless, whilst also managing to be quite charismatic. the thirty year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves aren’t vrajiit. it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of the plucking of a stringed instrument, getting up after you’ve been pushed down and the flash of poisoned daggers in moonlight. great to see the rogue around, isn’t it ?

———   GENERAL

NAME  : aleksei rian frey TITLE : assassin to the anastaste family AGE :  thirty GENDER : cis - male PRONOUNS : he  /  him SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual BIRTHPLACE : danruba RESIDENCE  : currently trasnavda ALLIANCE(S)  : the anastaste family 

———   RELATIONSHIPS

FATHER : demian frey MOTHER : naena frey SIBLINGS : older brother — tba* ALLIES : varian anastase ; danya hasri ; daphne funar ; thistle hawthorne ; madelinde amice tba. ENEMIES : mikhail volkov ; tba.

———   PERSONALITY

LABEL : the rogue POSITIVE (+) : attentive ( to detail ) — charismatic — mindful — discrete — loyal — determined NEGATIVE (-) : reserved — brusque — relentless — sarcastic — self - doubting 

———   HISTORY

ＳＥＥ， Ｉ ＷＡＳ ＢＯＲＮ Ａ ＳＥＣＯＮＤ ＣＨＩＬＤ . . . his father had been a guard for the lord of danruba and his mother had served as a healer to the warden house and even though they thought their family complete with the birth of their first child, the gods saw it fit to bless them with another— though, there have been moments when others wondered how much of a blessing he really was. his earliest memories are running after his elder brother through the grounds of the keep, watching with eager eyes as wooden swords clash against each other before they’re traded in for steel. they build them tough in danruba and when it came time for his own small hands to grasp the wooden training swords, it was not with a warriors solemnity and understanding of time honored tradition— no, aleksei had just been born to fight. 

he wasn’t good at it. where his elder brother had been strong and capable at wielding the sword, progressing in his warriors training faster than other boys his age, aleksei routinely had his ass handed to him, finding himself with his back in the snow and nose bloodied more often than not. he wasn’t stronger than the other children he trained with but he was faster, easily outrunning them by three leg lengths in any race that was challenged and more agile, sure-feet taking him with ease to heights the other children wouldn’t dare climb and leaping from distances that almost assured him broken bones only to tuck and roll to safety, mad laughter echoing throughout the keep. 

aleksei was seven when his brother’s powers revealed themselves and from that moment, he’d unconsciously held his breath, waiting for his turn. the elder frey was sent to the academy for the gifted and then back home to serve in the king’s army and aleksei grew, lungs screaming as the years passed, waiting. his father was one of the non-gifted but everyone had told aleksei his entire life he favored his vrajiit mother with her healing hands and with every passing summer, he wondered if the resemblance would remain only skin deep. no divine power swirled in his breast as he entered manhood and it was a bitter medicine to swallow, knowing that the gods had not destined him to be something extraordinary. 

his father had placed him on a fast track to following his footsteps in becoming a guard for the anastase, his mother eager to keep one of her sons close while the other fought in far off ottola, but aleksei had never been one to easily submit to authority— to fall in line and follow orders blindly— not when his mind could work so much faster and he could think of at least three other options that would work and work better. they butt heads- his father and he- and it only grew worse when a letter from the brigada was delivered to the keep in danruba from soldiers wearing the king’s colors telling the frey family that their eldest had been taken captive by enemy soldiers. his mother’s heart had broken, his father grew distant and aleksei grew angry. the anger would only grow when a stray arrow from an ottolan soldier deep in enemy lines would find his father’s throat and his mother became distant, eyes lost as they stared out into the danruban white, waiting for figures that would never ride home over the horizon. 

ＧＯ ＷＥＳＴ， ＹＯＵＮＧ ＭＡＮ . . . he was seventeen when he left danruba — left the silver stag against navy banners and his mother’s sorrow filled eyes — and headed to see what else walochnia had to offer a young man with no vrajiit powers. he found himself in wenchinka picking pockets before he happened to pick what at the time felt to be the right pocket but time would prove to be the opposite. the man had been the leader of a rogue’s guild and while he found aleksei’s technique sloppy and amateur- but really, what else could you expect from a boy fighting clumsily like hell into manhood- but recognized something worth mentoring in the young man. perhaps it was the sharp eyes that saw more than he let on or the fingers that- with enough practice- were deft enough to rob you blind as he shook your hand and stared you in the eyes; or perhaps it was the smirking mouth and the quick-witted tongue that could charm his way into even the most secure holds. 

he had spent nearly a year before he was presented with another unique opportunity through his employers contacts— the perfect opportunity for you to expand your expertise, aleksei, you were meant for bigger things than petty theft, much bigger bounties. that was when he met mikhail volkov, the leader of an assassin’s guild and just as he had adjusted to the warmer southern weather, he was sent away to train under the assassin. when he arrived before mikhail, he hadn’t grown out of his resistance to authority- something his previous employer had found entertaining and amusing- but he quickly learned that mikhail had no tolerance for impudence and no patience for outright disobedience. 

aleksei— for all his faults— was a fast learner, driven by a need to prove he was something more than ordinary. mikhail taught him how to bleed and how to make others do the same, taught him how to take life without remorse. everyone has a bounty on their head, it was just a matter of making sure you got there before someone else— and avoiding letting your own contract come up for grabs. he spent years working under mikhail, working his way up in the ranks, ever fueled by that desperate need to prove himself— and the money wasn’t half bad. his focus turned to poisons- the different plants and concoctions from across the kingdom that could loosen a man’s tongue or take him down with nothing more than a drop. 

TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLIED CHILD DEATH

it was a job in crysala— two warring merchant families, each taking contracts out on the other. he’d gotten greedy, playing the two against each other with that wolfish grin and when the sun rose on the seaside, both families had been slaughtered. there’s something about ending a family’s line completely that changes a man and while in the moment, his eyes had been veiled with the focus of an accomplished killer that saw nothing more than targets- contracts to fulfill— but in the light of day, no amount of scrubbing could wash away the blood from his hands and no amount of prayer to whatever god was listening could remove the mark on his soul from taking purely innocent lives.

END TRIGGER WARNING

 it became a horror too terrible to bear and instead of returning with the coin he’d collected from the contracts, aleksei fled back to the only place he thought he could escape the wrath of his employer: he went home.

＆ ＴＨＥＲＥ ＭＩＧＨＴ ＮＯ ＢＥ ＭＥＡＮＩＮＧ， ＳＯ ＦＩＮＤ ＯＮＥ ＡＮＤ ＳＩＥＺＥ ＩＴ . . . tail tucked between his legs and back in danruba after close to a decade, aleksei appealed to the lord of danruba for his protection. the loyalty that his parents had raised him in was fierce and if there were ever a cause to throw himself to that might absolve him for his past sins, it was to devote himself to the warden family that had cared for his the whole of his life. his skills and training made him useful and he became a blade for the anastase, working in the shadows to protect and defend danruba from those that would try and harm her in the dark. 

he has been in the employ of the anastase for nearly four years now and his devotion to the warden family is stronger now than it was when he first arrived, begging for asylum and purpose outside of killing for coin— which, of course, is still part of the deal but there’s the underlying deeper purpose that drives him forward and turns his eyes towards loftier goals. his eye has been on the master assassin position within the king’s small council though he remains rooted in danruba at the service of the family that had for all intents and purposes, saved him from himself. and for now, he’s content with that. 

———   HEADCANONS

+ aleksei loves music and is able to play most stringed instruments. the interest came after a bard’s performance at the keep in danruba when he was younger and became a passion his parents encouraged in him. he has a worn gusli that he carries with him when he travels, posing as a bard when opportunity arises when on missions for his lord. he loves an audience and who says it has to be all work and no play? 

+ while he is well versed on sword fighting, aleksei prefers not to carry one unless absolutely necessary. instead he fights with daggers that he has hidden and strapped across his body. it’s about a 50/50 chance of getting a poisoned dagger versus a not poisoned dagger.

[stormworn]

susanna thompson . cis female . she/her . wasn’t that amelira ghita walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the lady of wenchinka out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously stubborn, whilst also managing to be quite confident. the sixty year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit (darkness empowerment). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of mud covered boots, a rainy afternoon and a sword crossed with a shield. great to see the hoyden around, isn’t it ?

Amelira, the matriarch of the Ghita family. She is stubborn and hot headed and quick witted. She is very much the “keep your friends close but your enemies closer” type of woman.

Her powers developed in her very early teens. Darkness Manipulation. The learning curve was steep for her and her parents. She isn’t allergic to sun as most would think, just considerably weaker in the light. In the blaring sun Amelira considerably more frail than most her age. Her mind however, is unaffected. Allow Amerlia to fight in cloudy, dark skies and well, she is just as fit as any of the 20 somethings in full armor. Amelira may appear younger at times than others, this is due to her exposure to light and dark. and not at all due to jace using resources from 2010 nope

Her parents were terrified when Amelira developed her powers. They distanced themselves from her, only ever really communicating with her when necessary. Her abilities were kept secret from everyone except those in her close circle. She was forced to flee to the capital for five years before the king’s army was formed. She then joined the king’s army.

She is a military tactician. Her powers grant her enhanced physical abilities but only in certain situations. She knew this wouldn’t be good enough. It left her vulnerable. When not training with a sword in hand, you could find her head in books, reading, learning.

Amelira volunteered to join the army once it was formed, her skills were invaluable and she rather enjoyed it, despite her secret anti-dragola mind set.

She gathered a reputation in the army, strong, stubborn and expected nothing but the best. She had her few favourites but would never admit to them. She rose quickly to some sort of commander. Leading and planning were her greatest strengths.

Amelira keeps her distaste for the crown to herself. It’s not secret that the people of  Wenchinka aren’t fond of the crown but her distaste and distrust runs far deeper. Working for the crown as a military commander leaves a sour taste in her mouth, something she is looking to rid herself of but refuses to leave. At least she has some control there.

Family is one of the most important things to Amelira, her wife and children (whether they feel the same about her or not) will always come first.

Politics is a game she doesn’t play well despite her background as a tactician, she’d rather tell you how she feels to your face than play with that information. She can smile and shake hands and play nice but would prefer she didn’t have to.

Despite how unhappy working for the crown makes her Amelira refuses to leave the military. She has friends and many connections because of it, burning those bridges to get away wasn’t something she wanted to do.

[daebris]

sen mitsuji . male . he/him . wasn’t that shinoda yukio walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the commander of the guard out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that he is notoriously impulsive, whilst also managing to be quite trustworthy. the thirty years old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that he himself is vrajiit ( telekinesis and teleportation ). it’s funny, whenever i think of him, i think of foreign traditions, images permanently painted on skin, bruised knuckles and fresh scars, ire and grief. great to see the destroyer around, isn’t it ?

hello, everyone! my name is moon, i am 22 years old, and i am very excited to be here ♥ today i am introducing you guys to SHINODA YUKIO, the commander of the guard and local sad man. under read more, i’ll list some of the most important facts about yukio.

full name ( first, last ) : yukio, shinoda.

nicknames : yuki.

age : thirty years old.

title : commander of the guard.

status : widower.

family : annya, 5 years old daughter.

zodiac : aries. ambitious, honest, assertive, brave, creative; reckless, impatient, short tempered, competitive.

abilities : telekinesis, the ability to influence / control / manipulate matter or another aspect of a physical system with the ‘mind’ or through other non-physical means. teleportation, the ability to teleport or transfer matter ( beings / objects, including themselves ) or energy from one point to another without traversing the physical space between them.

BIOGRAPHY :

yukio was born in another country, and traveled all the way to walochnia with his parents when he was only a child; struggled to learn the new language, but managed to do it. despite the new environment, his family maintained their traditions.

from a young age, yukio showed signs of his vrajiit nature, and his father was willing to help him practice and develop his skills until he had mastered them. they started with simple exercises and lessons, all while still keeping it playful.

his mother also taught him some of the things she knew, such as how to move from one room to another while being unnoticed — she disappeared from thin air and reappeared somewhere completely different. yukio learned it fast.

when he turned sixteen and was sent to the vrajiit academy, he knew a lot of his abilities already, but he finally had the chance to master them with the proper and intense training in the insitution.

in his years in the academy, yukio showed himself to be a great fighter: he was determined, hardworking, strong and ambitious, one of the best young warriors in the kingdom, and he would be rewarded for it in the future.

he became the commander of the guard when he was still in his twenties, and it was a wonderful achievement for him and his family: he was able to give his parents a better life, as well as finally propose to the girl he had fallen in love with.

she was like him, her family carried the same traditions as his own, and the oly difference is that she was born in that kingdom. but they’d still whisper confessions in their native language to each other.

from their love, little annya was born... the most precious thing in yukio’s life. she had her mother eyes.

yukio and annya lost her when annya was only three years old due to some sort of disease, and it broke yukio completely... he was never the same man after his wife passed away, sadness took over him like the dark clouds covering the skies of wenchinka. 

he was never able to fall in love again after that, and he decided to focus on his work and on being a good father for little annya — with the help of his parents, of course. and he likes to believe he’s doing a good job.

[xthemagiciancard]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

presenting CONSTANCE LEITHOLD, the master assassin of the king's small council. an thirty-five-year-old vrajiit woman who originated from crysala. always has an joyful grin on her face and she wears it like a warning sign. wields bladed tarot cards as her weapon because fate can be funny. WRITTEN BY ASH (EST, she + her pronouns, 27 years old).

↳ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

[offortis]

full of life in the dead of night

hailee steinfeld . cis woman . she/her . wasn’t that layella stefan walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the lady in waiting out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously blunt, whilst also managing to be quite easygoing. the twenty four year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( hypnokinesis ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of piles of work yet to be done, losing track of time, fluffy clouds lazily moving across the sky. great to see the dreamer around, isn’t it ?

bio:

Layella had always been a daydreamer, the world she created in her mind seemed much more appealing than any she saw in person. She spent most of her time on the beaches of Crysala, collecting shells and generally losing track of time by playing make believe. As she got older, she developed her power of hypnokinesis, which she typically only used to help keep away the nightmares of those struggling with them. She hated the thought of having to do her time in the army, so she decided to get it over with as soon as she turned 16. She was completely opposed to any sort of fighting though, so she was often in trouble for not paying attention or doing what she was meant to be doing. Some days she became so annoyed she would run off to explore somewhere and put anyone who caught her to sleep. 

At 21 she returned home, just to be sent to Trasnavda for a position as Polgara’s lady in waiting. She hated this decision at first, wanting to go back to her peaceful life walking along the beaches and taking a small boat out and floating around in the sunlight. But once she came to the palace, she realized it was a whole new sort of adventure for her, with the drawback that she had to work for her lady now, something she wasn’t very good at and often didn’t show up to anywhere near on time. She can sometimes rub people the wrong with with her bluntness, but she just sees no point in not voicing her opinions. Although she is from a lesser noble family, she has zero interest in titles and will try to make friends with anyone who will give her the time of day. 

possible connections:

childhood friends: someone Layella has known since childhood and they would play together, whether the person is still as free-spirited or not, they still bond over their shared memories

betrothed: as a lesser noble, Layella’s family still does try to get her into a good marriage, although Layella couldn’t care less about it. She would probably agree to it because fighting it seems frustrating, but she would be impossible for anyone to try and turn her into a dutiful lady

lady: the lady Layella waits on. Although Layella’s family name got her into the position, she is terrible at being on time or focused so she isn’t the best lady in waiting. Her employer could be angry or not about this TAKEN BY POLGARA

[elegxnceincxrnxte]

          ☆.｡.჻· gemma chan . cis-female . she/her . wasn’t that yang meilin walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the mentor at the vrajiit academy out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously abrupt, whilst also managing to be quite composed. the thirty nine year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( emotion manipulation ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of a lone island in a story sea, a dove sitting on a branch, soft touch that brings peace. great to see the elegance around, isn’t it ? ( same old )

Basic Information

Full Name: Yang Meilin

Nickname(s): Mei

Age: 38

Born in: Malsovia

Vrajiit: yes

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Orientation: pansexual & panromantic

Religion: one true god

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Gemma Chan

Hair Colour: black

Eye Colour: dark brown

Height: 5 ft 8 in or 173 cm

Weight: 58 kg or 128 lbs

Build: slim

Tattoos: none

Piercings: earlobes

Distinguishing Characteristics: beauty mark un her upper lip

Personality

Label: the elegance

Positive Traits: composed, empathetic

Negative Traits: abrupt, pedantic

Traits

Optimist or pessimist?

Introvert or extrovert?

Daredevil or cautious?

Logical or emotional?

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?

Prefers working or relaxing?

Confident or unsure of herself?

Magic

Emotion manipulation

The power to manipulate emotions. She can sense and manipulate the emotions, including feelings, moods and their affects, of herself, people, animals and other creatures, whether by increasing, decreasing, causing or otherwise channeling emotions.

Family

Father: Heng, 65

Mother: Chyou, 64

Spouse: Freyr Esmark, 32, deceased

Sibling(s): tba

Children: none

Pet(s): wolf named Calian

History

          TW: death of her husband

          She wasn’t much of an introvert when she was young. Meilin was in fact a joyful girl, but her parents did notice her mood swings. They didn’t think much of it though, they assumed she was just an empath and soon they forgot about it. She grew older, also grew more curious of the world, especially how everything worked, why it worked the way it did and so on.

          Once Meilin reached teenage years her mood swings came back, but this time her parents thought those were just the hormones. Her mood swings were particularly bad, she got in an argument with her parents and right when Meilin blew up and in pure anger started shouting at her parents, not knowing she had picked up her parent’s emotions, everyone else in the house and even on the street started arguing, shouting and fighting. That’s when Meilin and her family realized there might be more to it than just mood swings of a teenager.

          Her powers were based on her own emotions at first and she could only slightly sense emotions of other people. It was hard to control it and whatever she was feeling, others felt it too thinking those were their own emotions, and vice versa, but as time went by and her powers developed more, she could sense them better. It took years of constant practice in the vrajiit academy to master her powers. Meilin was a perfectionist in a way - she wanted to be completely in control of her powers before she would return home, that’s why after her mandatory service in the vrajiit army, she stayed in the academy to perfect her abilities, including closeing her mind to what people around her were feeling. Mentors there taught her everything they could and there was nothing left to teach, so she turned to books.

          Soon after that she met the man, who she later married. Freyr Esmark, a fellow vrajiit, who was a soldier in the King’s army. They happily lived together for five years before he got killed on a mission. Meilin’s heart was broken into pieces and, so that she wouldn’t make the whole town drown in tears, she moved to a home in the middle of a forest. Barely a month after the move, as she was on her way to the town through a snowy forest, she heard a sad, little whines somewhere nearby. It was a small wolf cub, left alone. She could feel the cub being frightened and sad. There were no other footprints in the snow, didn’t seem like it’s mother was near, so she took the wolf cub in. She named him Calian, which means “warrior of life”. For some reason she felt inexplicable connection wit the wolf, as if she had known him before. Maybe she was going crazy, but it felt like those were her late husband’s eyes looking back at her.

          Having Calian beside her helped Meilin recover from the loss of her husband. Searching for some normalcy and for some inner peace Meilin returned to the academy as a mentor to help young vrajiits learn how to control their powers.

          She still prefers living outside of the city, only now it is closer to the Academy. For the most part Meilin doesn’t take Calian with her when she is out and about to not scare people, but there are rare occasions where people can see a graceful and majestic wolf walking beside her, usually it’s when they meet her outside the city.