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AGAIN TUMBLR DOESN’T LET ME ANSWER @hulisita

So I’ll create the post:

Pisander: we’re both two gingers interesting!~

So question 1:

I repeat, everyday I come up with new couple/mix between the girls and the suitors… so I’m waiting the game to “officialize” some of them.

But!

Elpis is the only one I’m sure about-

Elpis: I imagined that since she was in brothel before she never had that high idea of men, and she had bad relationships as well before coming to the palace, she doesn’t have high expectations for anything cause of that.

she was carrying something heavy and she was about to fall, but Melanthius was there, and idk if he would, but he helped her (literally just avoiding the thing to fell and then left immediately) and she was speechless.

She blushed like crazy, because DID A MAN JUST HELPED HER? AND WANTED NOTHING FOR THAT IN RETURN?

That will be the father of her kids for sure. (Yes she low standard at this rate-)

Galene: since she was one of the first to come to the palace, and she is just 2 years younger than Antinous (if I remember correctly) I think she met him when he was younger and visiting the palace, for what I understand the ‘Antinous-I’m just a man” it’s canon in the game. I’m still working on it, but I guess she funded him nice, and now…puberty hit him well too, but changed his personality. Plus I think she likes the fact that he eats everything (he doesn’t seem like a picky guy), she likes that in men, especially since she’s very good with her cooking skills, and she likes a challenge in general.

The others are all a work in progress…

Second question:

The girls absolutely like Mel, but I think to be specific about her or the others I need the backstories.

Third question:

Always thank you for asking! 💜💜 I enjoy answering to asks!

For any grammatical error it’s 06 am now and I’m going to work 💀

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Another art dump~

More of Galene and Pyrros:

Art dump of the gals-

Only thing that is keeping me sane atm-

Backstory (of Elpis) related scene of Galene and her:

Pyrros (Galene’s brother design):

More of the siblings:

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@hulisita I have no idea why tumblr doesn’t let me answer but it’s not the first time, so I’ll just post it here!

First of all, you never bother and it’s ok, I’m a very talkative person as well at times,so it’s completely fine!💜 I hope you’re doing ok

First question:

As I said in this old ask, maybe she wouldn’t be so direct like this, but it’s basically obvious she likes him to EVERYONE (except him).

Now I don’t know if Melatho would like or despise Elpis tbh, but Elpis always acts genuinely and kindly towards her too (it could be her future sister in law!)

Second question:

All the girls would be worried and gather around her asking what has happened.

* "Enkrides” (Ancient Greek: ἐγκρίδες) were sweets fried in olive oil, similar to modern loukoumades, and served with honey and pepper. They were popular in ancient Greece and considered a sweet snack.

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Pisander: worked~

Dione: you know this isn’t what made you “first place” right?

Pisander: yes I know but I “manifested” in a way that it would happen✨

It made me laugh…

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He knows how to play his cards right ~

Im sorry if it’s bad I made it the fastest I could cause I had to run at work

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Of all the OCs you have, which one is your all time favourite?

I honestly/actually don’t have a favorite…because they all are in a way.

I don’t know how many people can relate to this..but:

my ocs are like different (obviously), but all of them have parts of myself or part of the people around me, like some stories, some characteristics, I make ocs out of the things that happened to me or to others, and I try to realize that to fully cope with what happen about that specific situation.

I make ocs to cope, one of my healthiest way to cope, to be honest:

TW MENTION OF ED AND VENT (?)

For example, I’m starting to be ok with sharing and trying to fix this problem of mine..

I don’t really like my body, for several reason.

I’ve been all my life on a diet, and have a ED- (binge eating disorder) and some fucked up thoughts, that I will not elaborate.

I have no problem on mentioning that or be expose in that way about the topic:

To cope I have several ocs with my same insecurities, or similiar, or that have been through /or currently have the same ED or different type of ED.

So it’s a way for me to look, observe, feel the world around me, to empathize with it.

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Obviously I do have ocs who have backstory who are not related to anything or anyone, but in those cases it’s rather a story of something outside my life I heard:

Example a documentary on a serial killer or a true crime story. Those are very inspiring to me to make some characters, I start to analyze emotionally the victims most, changing the story completely but leaving those hint about that specific story.

Or for example I have some ocs completely made by a song. Like the song it’s actually their backstory!

I have an oc that has the “Copacobara” song as backstory but with a small twist/ or from Cell block tango the “hotel Cicero” story is one of my ocs too.

I (obviously) prefer my ocs who are good people.

I have murderer, or questionable ocs.

And depending on backstory, action and personality I feel happy/sad/angry at them.

I’m sounding crazy probably-

But thank you for such an ask! Its indeed an amazing question !

Btw at the moment my favs from epic are Galene, Elpis, Pisander and Tamasvi

From my own projects I have many:

Limbo (a world created by me and another friend to literally separate ourself from hazbin hotel fandom…got too toxic and we had way to many ocs there with specific backstory).

And from my demonology interest:

I did my own creation/interpretation about the 7 deadly sins, world and more!

this is where Seraphima it’s (it’s the ocs I sended you for oc interactions!)

Its currently on development but I can share some of my favs from there:

Asmodeus:

Lucifer:

Seraphima:

Sea witch (she has 4 giants daughters (but I can’t find the ref-):

Esmeralda:

(You’ll learn that I’m a sucker for ocean related ocs and I have too many-)

Mother and son: (he has other brothers too’

Sorry for the small vent there but it was to be more specific!

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This is random, but this will sound so funny if your ocs (Aka the servants of Penelope.) Just happens to overheard Malachi and Telemachus arguing in the kitchen. Then watches Malachi slams the door open, holding a whip with a look that is ready to murder a certain arrogant suitor. Then, Telemachus, bruised after the little wolf incident with Antinous so he comes out of the door trailing yelling Malachi not to do that cause that's against the rules.

Malachi, in all his sanity. Twisted his head (that anyone can hear a bone cracking loudly by how fast he turned his head is.) and says "May the gods above strike me down for merely confronting the DOG that dares to lay a hand on YOU and speaks such VILE words from the QUEEN."

Cue he glides outside where Antinous is and Telemachus is now clutching his sleeves-

Idk, I like to think the rest of the servants or anyone nearby is scared of Malachi. He's fiercely protective towards his family..

Penelope gotta stop her murderous adoptive (tiredly) son before this escalates into chaos.

Just a silly random idea.

I think Antinous is so cooked rn..

I love the idea, at the moment I’m out and connection comes and goes.

But more or less the girls would be scared of interfering like “I ain’t gonna try to get involved”

Just as you know tho, you’ll have them looking at the whole thing going down, probably even see Lysandra “enjoying the show” eating grapes (grapes instead of popcorns, because I don’t think they had popcorn back in the days-)

Galene would try to calm down things but she would end up calling Penelope I suppose

I’ll use this ask tho to post a video made by @definitelynotliamz

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y/n: i was pretty sure you'd sleep in and forget to meet me this morning!

Antinous: i wouldn't have forgotten if i was sleeping with you~

y/n: but look at this- gods. look at this outfit!

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🏛️Lysandra (Λυσάνδρα) - Backstory

TW: MENTION/THEME OF HYPERSEXUALITY

Role: Palace musician, servant

Meaning of her name: She who is freed.

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Lysandra never knew her father.

Her mother—working the brothels of port towns—refused to name him.

Her mother was a prostitute, but never broken.

She raised two daughters in a world that treated women like coin purses.

But Lysandra’s mother had rules.

“No man touches you unless you say so.”

“Don’t mistake flattery for safety.”

“Your voice is your sword.”

And her daughters “survived”.

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Her older sister, whom didn’t share the same father with, was both shield and blade—

Smart, calculating, a woman who knew how to flip power in a room full of men.

She protected Lysandra with dirty tricks, whispered warnings, and a cold smile that could freeze a merchant mid-sentence.

Lysandra, younger by 15 years, learned how to watch, smile, disarm, and slip away.

While her sister fought, she performed.

But even so, the walls around her were paper-thin.

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By 15, Lysandra understood something terrible and brilliant:

“They only see what I let them see.”

So she leaned into it.

The hips, the smile, the curve of her back.

The suggestive jokes, the way she licked her fingers when eating, the walk that made heads turn.

She wore desire like armor—over-painted, over-pronounced.

She hypersexualized herself, not because she wanted anyone’s hands,

but because if they were looking at her body,

they weren’t looking at her fear.

It made her feel like she was in power.

Control.

But it left her lonely, even in crowded rooms.

And when she was alone in her chamber, wiping off kohl,

she sometimes hated the mirror.

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Her voice, however, remained sacred.

She played for coin, yes, but never in that way.

When she sang, it wasn’t for lust or survival.

It was the only time she didn’t have to pretend.

Music was truth, even when everything else was a performance.

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Her mother, once envied by many other workers, left the trade.

Ran off into the woods with her long-time female lover, the only person who ever made her feel alive.

She left behind the city, the brothels, the men.

She chose love over survival.

Lysandra didn’t blame her.

She just missed her terribly.

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Around 18 or 19, Lysandra was spotted at a private performance by a noblewoman’s friend.

Word got to Queen Penelope.

A place was offered—not as a courtesan, but as a court musician.

Galene welcomed her. Elpis, quiet at first, grew to trust her.

Lysandra fit in like wine in a cup—fluid, rich, hard to ignore.

She keeps her past wrapped in velvet and sarcasm.

Tells shocking stories with a smirk and never explains them.

She flirts with everyone, but rarely follows through.

She drinks too much some nights, disappears on others.

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🏛️Dione & Thaleia

Origin: Coastal city of Aigílios, on the eastern edge of Ithaca — a sea-washed town where stone and salt shape the people as much as the sun.

⸻ The Birth of the “Miracles”⸻

Thaleia was the first cry — soft but certain.

Dione followed with her fist clenched and lungs howling.

After a decade of silence, Kallirhoe’s gave them not one, but two daughters.

To the villagers, they were divine gifts.

To their parents, they were long-awaited miracles.

To each other, they were everything.

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Where Thaleia floated, Dione stomped.

Where Thaleia smiled through conflict, Dione bit back.

“You’ll never marry with that mouth,” the neighbors said.

“Good,” Dione spat. “I’m not interested in someone who can’t take a joke or a punch.”

She lifted amphorae like feathers, organized the olive stockroom by acidity, and once threatened a noble’s son with a ladle for grabbing a servant girl’s backside.

She grumbles through her chores, but when someone she cares for is watching, she’ll work until her fingers split — then pretend she didn’t.

Brought to the palace at 14 with her prettier, quieter sister, Dione believed it was a punishment.

Until she realized she loved the chaos of the kitchens.

Now she:

• Oversees storage rooms and pantry logs

• Argues with merchants and wins

• Slaps hands away from honey jars

• “Accidentally” over-salts rude guests’ meals

But behind the sharp tongue is the soul of a protector:

• She fixes broken sandals quietly

• Cries only when no one’s around after fights

• Sings alone—voice full, aching, beautiful—but denies it unless caught red-handed

She loves deeply, hides it poorly, and barks to mask her bruises.

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Thaleia, born minutes before her sister, was named after joy — because watching her grow felt like watching a prayer unfold.

She was always too calm, her father once said.

Stitching perfect lines by seven. Weaving dense, precise patterns by ten.

Praised for her grace, her quietness, her gentle demeanor.

“You’re the good one,” the neighbors said.

“Not like your sister.”

She hated that.

Because she wasn’t weak. She was choosing a different kind of strength.

She would not mirror cruelty with cruelty.

She would endure — and remember.

At 14, she expected to be lost in the palace’s background.

But her quietness became a balm the palace relied on.

Now she:

• Weaves exquisite textiles for celebrations and rituals

• Soothes nervous children, calms grieving elders

• Is sent to console proud guests whose dignity is bruised

• Uses herb poultices and lullabies in equal measure

She’s not a doormat.

She’ll raise a brow that can silence a room.

Once, she shamed a visiting priest so subtly he didn’t realize it until days later.

She sings only:

• In kitchens before dawn

• To frightened girls during storms

• In the linen room, thinking no one listens

⸻ Their Bonds ⸻

They still sleep side-by-side.

Still argue over who’s fetching the water.

Still share a fig at twilight and pretend it means nothing.

But try to divide them?

The gentle one will outlast you.

The loud one will burn you down.

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Dione’s Web of Loyalty:

• Thaleia: Her tether. Her moon. Her guilt. Her pride. “You were always the best of us,” she whispers when no one can hear.

• Galene: Unofficial best friend. Fights like sisters, gossips like aunts. Has stopped her from punching bards more than once.

• Melia: Teases her out of nerves, but Melia’s precision and dignity unsettle her in ways she’ll never admit.

• Tamasvi: Adoration, plain and clear. “That girl’s got more fire than me. I love her.” Would die for her, no questions.

• Elpis: Thinks she’s too soft. Watches over her anyway. Once threatened a trader for looking at Elpis “like she was fruit.”

• Lysandra: “She terrifies me. I’d marry her if I were a man.” Can’t decide if she loves or fears her more.

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Thaleia’s Circle of Grace:

• Dione: The other half of her soul. Her shadow and her mirror. Her fire, her fault line. Her lifelong secret keeper.

• Galene: Finds peace in her silences. Brings her lavender sprigs. Once told her, “You’re what people imagine serenity is.”

• Tamasvi: Quietly reveres her. Offers her comfort she won’t accept from others.

• Elpis: Fiercely protective of her delicate heart. Once stood between Elpis and a drunken sailor like a wall of silk.

• Lysandra: A walking enigma. Fascinated. Confused. Sometimes follows her just to witness her strangeness unfold.

• Melia: The closest thing to a twin outside her blood. They’ve seen each other cry—and promised never to speak of it again.

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Their Parents:

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I swear I just need to make Lysandra and I’ll leave you alone-

I’m so sorry to bother you like this-

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🏛️Melia of Ithaca - Backstory

Melia was born in summer, when the orchards were swollen with green fruit and the bees hummed in the shade. Her mother, Irinè, named her after the ash-tree—“strong, even in flame.”

She was the firstborn of Irinè and Theodoros, a well-regarded farmer with good land and better manners.

She had two younger brothers:

– Alexis, three years younger—sharp-witted, impulsive, beloved of all

– Petros, eight years younger—a quiet, thoughtful boy who followed her like a second shadow

From the age of seven, Melia learned that grace was not a gift—it was labor.

Her mother often said:

“You may be poor, but you must be precise. No one mocks a girl with clean nails and good posture.”

So she:

• Balanced the baskets without wobbling

• Remembered every harvest date, every festival order

• Learned to braid her mother’s hair before her own

She did not cry in front of anyone, even when her feet bled from the uneven stone paths.

If something hurt, she made it useful.

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At sixteen, her future was sealed with a promise—Andronikos, a bronze-worker’s son from a nearby village.

Strong hands. Warm smile. A future that seemed steady, even if not passionate.

Then war came.

Or pirates.

Or something else that swallowed young men.

It is not clear because Melia never talks about it, but one thing was certain Andronikos didnt survive.

He left with a kiss to her knuckles and never returned.

His name became a bruise that was never spoken of, especially by her mother, who saw it as a blemish on her daughter’s reputation.

Melia tucked the memory away like a loose thread, hidden but never forgotten.

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Around age twenty, Penelope’s steward came seeking a girl with good hands and better manners.

Galene—already serving in the palace—spoke for her:

“She can command a room without raising her voice.”

And so Melia arrived in Ithaca. Not as a noblewoman, not as a wife, but as a stewardess of precision.

She now oversees:

• The linens, arranged by weight, season, and stitching

• The herb jars, labeled in two languages

• The daily scrolls and inventory notes

• The scheduling of baths, suppers, and audiences

• The other girls, especially the new ones

She walks like a woman who owes the world nothing and still gives it her best.

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Her Family:

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It made me laugh…

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He knows how to play his cards right ~

Im sorry if it’s bad I made it the fastest I could cause I had to run at work

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I love the fact, that both Dione and Mélodie despise the suitors (expect Amphin and Leodes) I imagine them gossip and hating about them

Now my question, Are your girls afraid of something? Are they afraid of spiders, of being alone, etc?

OMG YESSSS

Btw yes they do have fears:

-Galene has fears of abandonment, to being left alone with her thoughts. She fears death would take more and more from her, like it took her mother. She is scared of her father who even after he sold her, he keeps sending “messages” that she still is his property, until he dies, and no one else have to touch her or he would kill her, since she, in that case would disrespect his name.

She is even scared of heights, don’t get me wrong, she would get flustered if someone pick her up, but the first instant would be her absolutely pressing/holding herself onto the person cause she is too scared of falling down. That’s even why she “disappears” if the drunk suitors starts playing on “picking up things” (I saw that comic in messy’s blog and I adored it).

-Tamasvi is scared of the ocean, she travelled a lot since she got sold many times, over and over, and she doenst like at all what the ocean could offer (unlike Galene who adores the sea, and she is even religious to Poseidon and every minor gods of the sea, since she was born and raised in a city were the sea was everything, plus her mother was the daughter of the fisherman of the city).

Tamasvi is even scared of the sea since she can’t swim at all

She fears reptiles as well, especially lizards, she would jump like a cat who just saw a pickle.

That’s why i headcanon that for her the most scary suitor it’s Eurymachus, cause he remind her of a snake.

-Melia is scared of not being good enough for anything, to disappoint the one she loves, to disrespect the gods and face their fury.

She even fears rats, she would jump on everyone/everything near just to avoid the possible contact with that thing (on contrary ,Elpis finds rats cute, she had rats as pets back in the brothel, their only friends)

- Thaleia is scared of blood or violence, for how Dione describe her “she is a delicate flower” as she mocks her with her voice.

If the blood is too much or the scene too crude, she could faint.

She is scared of insect, all kind (yes even butterflies)

She used to be scared of dogs too, but Tamasvi and the others helped her overcome her fear

- Dione is scared of nothing! Why did you even ask!

She is terrified of never being enough, to never being understand by others, or to never find someone who would try to get through her “shield”.

To always be considered the worse and bad sister

- Elpis is scared of never being loved as much as she loves. To feel empty like she felt in the days at the brothel.

To bore a person or not being wanted for love just for her body, to never being someone person romantically or platonically.

-Lysandra is scared of someone understanding her facade, understanding that is all a lie her acts, her confidence, and it’s just a girl genuinely seeking for love..

And she is scared of bees, wasp and hornets too!

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🏛️Elpis of Ithaca — Backstory

TW: MENTION OF CHILD EXPLOITATION / IMPLIED SA / IMPLIED ED

Origin: From the region near Ephyra, now a palace servant in Ithaca

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Elpis was born into a simple but warm household. Her father, a kind-hearted weaver with rough hands and a quiet laugh, loved her dearly. He called her “my little star” and always sang to her while working.

Until she was twelve, he was her entire world.

Then—illness.

A slow death.

Too slow for peace. Too fast for a child to prepare.

After his funeral, a bitter feud broke out between her mother and her father’s family—accusations of infidelity, shame, inheritance disputes. Her mother, enraged and scared, grabbed Elpis and fled.

But she left behind Elpis’s little brother—six years old.

Elpis screamed, begged to stay with him. Her mother refused.

She never saw him again.

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Fleeing her in-laws with no coin, no shelter, and no plan, Elpis’s mother turned desperate—and then calculating.

She realized what Elpis could earn.

At 13, Elpis was sold to a brothel. Not once, not twice. Over and over.

Not just her body—her voice, her kindness, her innocence.

Everything was bartered. Everything had a price.

And the woman who bore her took the cut.

Elpis forgot what love felt like. But she never forgot her brother’s face.

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When she was 20, a wealthy noblewoman visiting the brothel noticed her gentleness—not as a seductress, but as a girl with soft hands and quiet eyes. The woman pulled strings, paid high, and purchased her not as a concubine—but as a servant for Queen Penelope in Ithaca.

To Elpis, it felt like another sale. But what waited for her was not chains.

It was Galene.

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Galene was 18 then—already training as Penelope’s second hand. She met Elpis the moment she arrived: a gaunt, long-haired girl with bruises under her skin and silence in her bones.

Galene gave her food, blankets, rules and advice.

Then, a pair of shears.

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“Do you want to cut it off?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s do it.”

Elpis’s hair fell away. A piece of her old life went with it.

Over the next four years, Galene helped her regain strength—fed her well, got her working in the palace laundry and herb room, taught her how to walk without shrinking.

She grew fuller, sturdier, like the other palace women.

By 25, she became a picture of beauty by Ithacan standards—round cheeks, strong hips, kind hands.

But her eyes stayed soft, as if she’s always remembering something far away.

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The Olive Branch Tattoo

• Location: Her collarbones, etched like gentle vines curling along the bone.

• Design: A simple olive branch—hand-drawn, imperfect, alive.

• Meaning: Safety. Growth. Home.

“When I got here, I saw olive trees everywhere.

They looked like they could survive anything.

I wanted one on me.”

She did most of the tattoo herself, using soot and careful cuts.

Lysandra helped steady her hand. It was the first time she’d chosen what to mark her body with.

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Hidden Marks

She has other tattoos—older ones.

Placed behind her left thigh, low enough to hide under tunics.

They were not her choice.

“Unless we’re in the common baths… you might see them.

But I won’t explain.”

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Character mentioned in the story:

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🏛️Tamasvi — Backstory

Origin: A coastal village on the Indian subcontinent

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Tamasvi was born at twilight, the sky folding gently into sea, and her mother said:

“She came without a cry, like dusk itself—too wise for a child.”

Her family was neither cruel nor warm.

Her father honored duty. Her mother honored silence.

Her older brother, Viresh, was five years older and treated her like glass.

In her house, there was no room for error.

Stitching must be neat.

Feet must not drag.

Emotions must be clean, folded, and put away.

Tamasvi never shouted.

She never wept where anyone could hear.

Every moment she disappointed was met with quiet disapproval, not rage.

But silence wounds just as deeply.

So she folded herself smaller, and smaller—until she nearly disappeared.

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When she was twelve, she was sent away.

A debt needed repayment:

Tamasvi’s parents were born into servitude in the palace of a minor but proud sultan in a princely state of India — one not among the grandest, but one steeped in tradition, hierarchy, and honor codes older than memory.

They served with diligence and silence. For generations, their family tended to silks, spices, and secrets.

But Viresh, Tamasvi’s older brother, was not made for silence.

He was seventeen — fiery-eyed, bold, with a dangerous softness in him that the sultan’s eldest daughter noticed. She was the same age as Viresh, beautiful, bored, and locked behind jasmine-scented walls. The two began to speak behind columns, laugh at ceremonies, until one night they were found — laying together — by a eunuch servant loyal to the sultan.

The sultan, cold and pragmatic, demanded a vast financial compensation to ensure the matter remained buried. It was framed as a “gesture of respect,” but it was really a ransom for the family’s survival.

A merchant caravan offered a solution.

Her talents in weaving and perfumery were mentioned. So were “her small hands, her quiet manners.”

She was sold, not for a crime, but for one she didn’t commit.

• Her value, her body, her life — all reduced to a bargaining chip in a male-dominated world obsessed with shame and status.

• She internalized that the world would never see her as anything but a transaction.

• Since then, she’s carried a quiet storm: bitterness, control, fear of losing agency, a hatred of dishonesty, and an almost militant pride in her autonomy.

• She no longer speaks of her parents. Only of Viresh — and even then, rarely.

They said she would serve in a noble houses.

She dressed in new silks and kissed her mother’s hand.

She did not cry—because they didn’t want her to.

But it was a lie.

She was passed between hands like fine glassware—traded from one foreign man to another.

Egypt. Arabia. Somewhere with marble floors and hands that smelled like oil and old metal.

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Eventually, she reached Ithaca, sold by a merchant as a rare domestic servant to Queen Penelope, who accepted her not with cruelty but with that tired, ocean-widowed gaze.

When she first arrived in Ithaca—barely eighteen, dust on her soles and sea in her mouth—she was more shadow than girl.

Everything was strange.

The language.

The salt-thick food.

The coldness of the marble halls.

At first, she was afraid to speak. She carried her shame like a second skin—stiff, salted, stitched too tight.

But Galene noticed her.

Noticed the way she smoothed the linens with both palms. The way her hands never trembled, even when her eyes did.

Galene began to speak to her in soft, broken phrases.

Taught her words in Greek by holding herbs up and naming them.

Sometimes she would simply sit beside her in silence, like sisters who had never been born together.

Then came Melia, all cleverness and daring, and together, they took her “under their wings”—a phrase Melia whispered with a smirk one night as they shared a heel of honeyed bread in the servants’ corridor.

Tamasvi, who had only ever belonged to duty and silence, began to belong to something else.

A small sisterhood.

A shared quiet.

A room where no one asked why you didn’t want to talk about home.

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She dreams of Viresh sometimes.

But she doesn’t want to see him again.

He let her be sold—once, maybe twice.

To an Egyptian noble who beat her servants.

He told himself he was protecting her, but Tamasvi now knows:

“A brother who loves you doesn’t sell you like perfume.”

She no longer waits to be rescued.

She does not want to return.

Her world is here and now, among the other women, Among friends, among linen, oil, ash, and the warmth of things that do not ask questions.

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Tamasvi has grown up watching Viresh burn himself down for love and guilt, and drag her with him every time. She hates him for it. She loves him too much to leave him. He’s her brother. But his presence is both her safety and her prison.

She once told Lysandra:

“He thinks he’s protecting me. But he’s just making me tired.”

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Hearts before the arrow - it's a game/ visual novel, that is momentarily being created by @messymoonmad

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🏛️Galene of Ithaca — Backstory

TW: MENTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE/VIOLENCE ON CHILDREN

Full name: Galene, daughter of Myron (Γαλήνη Μύρωνος)

Origin: Common-born servant in Ithaca’s royal palace

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Family Background

• Father: Myron (Μύρων), a brutal, prideful bronze-worker with a violent temper. He saw compassion as weakness, especially in a daughter.

• Mother: Chryseis, a quiet, gentle woman who died from childbirth complications when Galene was only 4. Her voice lives in Galene’s memory like a half-remembered lullaby.

• Brother: Pyrros (Πύρρος), four years younger. Sensitive and shy, he was always frightened by their father’s rages. As a child, he clung to Galene like a second skin.

After their mother’s death, Galene became Pyrros’s shield.

She would hide him behind furniture, stand between him and their father’s blows, even cut her own palm to draw attention away from Pyrros’s trembling mistakes.

“He’s too small. He didn’t know better. Hit me if you must—but not him.”

Her back still bears faint scars from those years. But she never speaks of them.

Galene survived by perfecting herself—clean, quiet, competent. She became the calm her name had promised, for herself and for Pyrros.

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Life in the Palace:

At 14, Galene was sold by her father into the service of Queen Penelope during Odysseus’s absence. She arrived quiet and raw, performing minor duties—washing linens, preparing herbs, carrying dishes—always watching, always silent.

Until she crossed paths with Lady Eudora of Sikyon (Εὐδώρα Σικυωνία).

Their bond began in fire. Galene, overwhelmed in the kitchens, snapped at Eudora over a broken vessel. Then her composure cracked, as Eudora started to scold her, she didn’t raise her voice, but explained calmly but yet Galene started crying.

“I’m sorry. I’m not used to soft voices. My mother died, and I… I’ve only ever been taught to obey.”

Eudora chose to stay silent after her statement…

But something changed inside of the noble woman heart.

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Over the years, she:

• Taught Galene to read and write

• Gifted her jewelry and clay scrolls

• Encouraged thought, grace, and quiet power

When Galene confided her fears for Pyrros, Eudora used her influence to have him placed with the palace guards. It was the first time someone other than Galene had stood for him.

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Spirit Animal of a vixen:

Quiet, cunning, and unassuming—yet agile, protective, and clever when cornered.

She doesn’t show her teeth often. But she knows when to watch, when to wait, and when to strike.

She is quiet radiance—like moonlight on still water. Unreachable, perhaps…

Until someone dares to truly see her.

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I hope the stories are interesting in the end - (plus I’ll start apologizing for the spam of tag Messy-)