#ofcourtfables:intro

[stxrfclls]

‘ ruairi o'connor, cis man, he/him, 30 / 300 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems LUKA ACHESON has finally made it to the capital, the LORD/THIRD IN COMMAND from SPRING COURT is said to be CHARMING and is said to describe themselves with A BOYISH WONDER WITH A SMILE THAT PROMISES NOTHING TO FEAR, MASKS USED TO HIDE DEVIOUS THOUGHTS, KNOWING THE PERFECT DANCE IN THE GREY AREA and with all of this in mind their SCHEMING nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full  name  .  luka ` acheson

nickname(s)  .  luka

age  .  30  appearance  /  300  actual

sexuality  .  hetero

occupation  .  lord / third in command

species  .  high fae

loyalty  .  spring court

height  .  6'1"

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

(  tw  :  idk he's a shithead  )

a  charming  little  boy  who  was  once  thought  to  have  hung  the  moon,  he  was  really  everything  but.  luka  learned  early  on  that  with  a  sweet  smile  he  could  get  whatever  he  wanted,  people  trusted  a  kind  lord,  a  gentle  spring  child.  but  luka  was  also  never  allowed  near  his  younger  siblings  toys,  often  breaking  them  for  fun  and  hardly  getting  scolded  for  it.

as  he  aged  his  destruction  continued,  never  towards  people  in  a  violent  way,  but  he  would  be  quite  fond  of  ‘accidentally’  breaking  a  window  or  a  statue,  breaking  a  heart  by  leading  someone  on.  he  was  chaotic,  truly  only  focusing  on  his  own  desires.  

his  shifted  animal  is  a  fox,  which  is  quite  appropriate  for  someone  as  wily  and  sly  as  he.  people  think  he’s  adorable,  a  charming  and  flirty  little  lord  of  spring,  but  he’ll  worm  his  way  into  their  graces  to  leave  them  worse  for  wear.

now,  he’s  not  a  total  ass,  he  truly  is  selfish  and  very  self  centered,  but  he  also  holds  his  family  in  high  regard  as  well.  he  cares  for  them,  and  wants  what’s  best  for  spring,  so  long  as  it  also  benefits  him.

a  playboy  extreme,  he  very  much  is  known  for  that  and  has  a  long  like  of  ex  lovers.

when  his  brother  asked  him  to  step  up  into  the  inner  circle  he  was  confused.  trust  him  ?  luka  never  felt  that  the  elder  acheson  felt  that  strongly  about  him.  luka  accepted  the  position  as  a  desire  for  more,  and  he’s  actually  managed  to  fit  in  quite  nicely  amongst  the  inner  circle.

he’s  a  cocky  little  shit,  knows  just  how  far  to  push  before  he’s  pushed  too  far,  knows  when  to  stop  before  he  ruins  something  for  good.  deep  down  he’s  still  that  little  boy  playing  with  his  toys  and  breaking  them.  def  needs  someone  to  come  along  and  bring  out  his  better  qualities.  currently,  the  only  people  who  see  that  better  side  of  him  are  his  siblings.  he’s  capable  of  being  caring,  playful,  boyish,  and  effortlessly  teases  those  he  loves.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on  main  :  tbd

other  ideas  :  dalliances  /  flings  /  flirtationships  /  exes  /  messy  anything.  friendships  /  political  relationships  /  potential  alliances  /  old  friends  /  mutually  beneficial  arrangements

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

✦  𝔩𝔲𝔨𝔞 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔬𝔫  *⁎  ,  ✦  𝔩𝔲𝔨𝔞  ⁑  threads  *⁎

✦  𝔩𝔲𝔨𝔞 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔬𝔫  *⁎  ,  ✦  𝔩𝔲𝔨𝔞  ⁑  inspo  *⁎

✦  𝔩𝔲𝔨𝔞 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔬𝔫  *⁎  ,  ✦  𝔩𝔲𝔨𝔞  ⁑  dev.  *⁎

✦  𝔩𝔲𝔨𝔞 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔬𝔫  *⁎  ,  ✦  𝔩𝔲𝔨𝔞  ⁑  image  *⁎

[stxrslisten]

a study.

BASICS.

full name : suho ashway

name meaning : guardian, protector

nicknames : tba

epithets : the sly fox

titles : high lord of the autumn court

gender / pronouns : cisman / he/him

sexuality : heteromantic

date of birth : on the thirteen day of the seventh month

age : thirty-four going on four hundred and forty

zodiac : cancer

place of birth : the autumn court, prythian

species : high fae, shadow singer

languages : common tongue

allegiance : the autumn court

APPEARANCE.

faceclaim : lee jong suk

height : 6′1″

eye color : brown eyes

hair color : black hair

dominant hand : left handed

MAGIC.

abilities : shadow singer, immortality, winnowing, heightened senses, ability to tamper with others memories, fire manipulation

weaknesses : vulnerable to certain magic attacks, individuals with higher level of magic, burn out

PERSONALITY.

positive traits : disciplined & commanding

negative traits : unforgiving & ruthless

hobbies : long walks through the autumn forest, sitting by a fire, reading, sparring

charcater inspiration : rhysand, tony stark, robb stark, king arthur, sirius black

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents : late general ashway and lady ashway

siblings : lady iseul ashway, liege aeri ashway

extended family : tbd

spouse : n/a

children : n/a

BIO.

suho was born a warrior of ash and fire, or at least that's what his mother had called him when he had come screaming into the world. commanding, demanding, and entirily monopolizing with his stern brow and deep dark eyes.

his personality is undeniable, a serious boy, quiet, observant. he can exist in a room without much noise. curious by nature, strong willed and stubborn. the strong loud voice of his father unnerves him from a very young, which only amuses the older man.

son of a warrior, a general in his own right, his training begins almost as soon as he can find his balance. a natural, the swing of a sword, a knife, the bow. however hand to hand combat is his choice of weapon, his fists on fire as he likes to describe it.

as you get older your senses only heighten, many whisper your ascension through the ranks is only thanks to your father, but you're powerful in a dark way. there's shadows behind your eyes, you power flares in waves that sometimes is too much even for yourself. but he endures, he focus, he masters the flames that are inside of him.

it is when he loses his mother that the darkness swallow's him, he loses that light in his eyes and he hits a new corner of darkness. he becomes ruthless, unmoving, a man that lives only for his general duties in the armies. the men feared him more than they respect him, something he found some twisted fun in. it is when his father is gone too that the shadows within him implode, they surround him. a shadow singer, trembling fingers surrounded by shadows. it is as shocking to him as to everyone around him. mastering his new ability becomes his focus, and before he knows it has over come his own sorrow.

he rises to second in command at a very young age, busted by both his cunning skills and his raw power. he is truly loyal to his high lord. when the mother takes him too and the surge of something more raw than anything he has felt before overcomes him. when those around him bow for his new lord and he overcomes the shock. he relish into his new position, something he had never coveted, yet it felt right.

EXTRAS & OTHER THINGS

family, friends, and loyalty are everything to suho. once any bond of the sort is broken it cannot ever be mended in his eyes. he is an unforgiving man.

he can be brutal when provoked, but he likes to be as just as possible, although he can be severe in his ruling

he has no ambition of taking the throne, but he is also not unsure he would not jump in the run if he finds the others who do covet the thrown to be unfit to rule.

he has not of yet set any alliances with any court, although he also does not have any enemies he can think of. he prefers the autumn court to remain neutral for as long as possible

CONNECTIONS.

past & current flings ; suho has never shown any intension of settling down, or wishing to fall in love, however he does like to enjoy a good time.

friends ( or as close as friends as he can get ) ; he is fairly distant, but he is loyal to a fault and once he gives his loyalty its unwavering.

[courtofsprings]

 🦢        𝓢𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒓𝒂    ' 𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐄 '    𝓢𝒐𝒗𝒊    ・      290   .  cis-female   ( she / her ) –— ・ ( hong suzu )      .     ¾ high fae ⍪ ¼ river nymph , high priestess &.  second - in - command ( 𝖘𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙 ) / 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧 — dawn ⍪  spring  🀐  — swan - shifter , air and dream  manipulator

now playing …  HISTORY OF MAN by MAISIE PETERS. 

the watery depths of a raw , consuming power — where sunken promises , missing youth and idyllic dreams drown in the  face of more formidable forces / a slaughterhouse of feminine rage , crowned in limpid blue and entrapped in marbled gold ; a divinity of the temple of river and wind / the idea of  forged otherness , of making oneself more palatable , to feed the appetite of glory / the greatest form of art in which one word , one thought , one gaze , is enough to mystify man .

╭               ・            𓍯              (    𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋    )                     ・

𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹     𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲     :     sephyra nyvien sovi — (   pronounced  ⍪ seh - fuh - rah niv - vee - yen so-vee meaning ⍪ west wind / sapphire ) 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲     :     hyra , seph(i) 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘀     :    high priestess nimue — (     pronounced  ⍪ nim - way meaning ⍪ lady of the lake ) 𝗮𝗴𝗲      &      𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲     :     290        /       may 26 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿     :     cis     female        ,        she     /     her 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆     :     heteroromantic         &         heterosexual 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻     :     high priestess and second in command to the high lord of the spring court 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴     :     inner circle

𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵     :     dawn     court publically unknown 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁     𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲     :     spring    court    temple 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘀     :     ¾ high fae ⍪ ¼ river nymph 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀     :     spring ( manipulation of wind and air, shape shifting — swan ) , dawn — priv. ( dream manipulation & healing ), river nymph ( webbed fingers upon contact with water )

𝗺𝗯𝘁𝗶     :     enfj +     :     captivating, thoughtful, charming, patient, altruistic, compassionate, ambitious, intelligent, observant, dedicated, persuasive, loyal, charismatic, elegant -     :     cunning, headstrong, calculated, machiavellian, obsessive, deceitful, competitive, vengeful, power-hungry, sycophantic, attention-seeking 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲     :     wrath & pride 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗲     :     diligence & charity 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽     :     ianthe / amren / gwyn (acotar) , zoya nazyalensky (soc) , beth harmon (queen's gambit) , anne boleyn , lady macbeth (macbeth)

𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁 ( 𝗳𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 )     :     antheia sovi , ½ river nymph ⍪ ½ high fae , spring court priestess ( deceased )𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿     :     achelous sovi , ½ river nymph ⍪ ½ high fae , former emissary of the spring court ( deceased ) 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿     :     eos seol , high fae , former spymaster from the dawn court ( deceased ) 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿     :    aquila ianthe sovi , 321 , winter court spy ( missing ) 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿     :    austera notus sovi , 321 , summer court scholar 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿     :    eurania helia seol , 304 , dawn court healer ( estranged )

───             ・            🏛              (    𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘     )          

trigger warning ! substance abuse (drugs), overdose, addiction, death

sephyra nyvien sovi is born unexpectedly into the shadowed alcoves of the dawn court; a child both sacred and a secret. the beginning chapters of her life have since faded into obscurity as history buries the tale of the  love affair between achelous sovi, a half river-nymph emissary of the spring court and eos seol, the former spymaster for dawn, who was mated to another. her parents’ unblessed union resulted in the birth of four illegitimate daughters — aquila, austera, eurania and herself, sephyra. as the youngest of the four by many decades, she is raised for the first few years of her life by her twin eldest sisters, hidden away from her mother’s cruel mate—elio seol, a prominent but unsavoury dawn court noble—in the red-bricked outskirts of her birth court.

whilst she, aquila and austera remained hidden, her third sister eurania had been presented as elio’s daughter, sparing her from the same life of secrecy the other three led. at the age of ten, her mother’s mate finds out about the affair and the existence of the three bastard children, orchestrating the slaughter of both her parents and intending to finish off the sisters too. the twins who, in hiding, had lain witness to their murders were left both heavily traumatised and were forced to flee dawn with the young sephyra. deciding it best to split up in the case that elio were to come after them, they leave sephyra in the care of their paternal aunt, antheia, a priestess who resides within the spring court. whilst aquila ventures into winter and austera, rendered mute due to the trauma of the incident finds solace in the libraries of summer, sephyra is thus raised for the majority of her life in the temples of spring, surrounded by the rivers and waterways that beckon her heritage and blood. she is taught by her aunt to keep her dawn heritage hidden, something done initially for her safety and later became a tool of deception to solidify her place in the court. to this date, her true heritage remains unknown to any living soul beside her sisters, many believing her to be the biological daughter of her aunt and her spring courtesan lover.

not long after her twenty-fourth birthday, only fourteen years since her arrival in spring, her aunt falls ill to a plague that had been affecting the river nymphs due to a pollution in their waters believed to have been passed from the mortals. the plight that had befallen the nymphs had led to great unnecessary tragedy and sephyra who had been unable to even say goodbye to her aunt, having been kept away for her own safety, was left embittered and enraged. it is then that she takes it upon herself to resume the ceremonial helm that her aunt once governed, beginning to train in the way of the priestesses who had all since become her foster family.

with an ambition that seemed neverending, sephyra used her manipulation of dreams, a gift inherited from her dawn court mother, as a way to initially mislead believers on the potency of her powers and connection to the mother and cauldron; using this ability to alter what they envisioned in their sleepful mind’s eye to be a ‘blessing’ or call from the goddess herself. such as she did to manipulate them to believe herself specially ordained by the hand of the mother, allowing her to garner great popularity and an almost cult-like following amongst the most devout spring court nobles and residents. she is less than a century old when she is instated as one of the youngest high priestesses in prythian’s long history, reinventing herself in this role with the mononym nimue. she is in this way, publically known, and only answers to her birth-name to the inner circle of spring, the priestesses of the temple and those closest to her.

it is not long after she assumes this influential helm, remaining popularly beloved for her benevolent facade and seemingly prophetic wisdom, that she becomes ever more closely acquainted with the ruling high family in its most tumultuous time. quickly endeared to the heir both for her naturally cunning wit and intellect and her ability to captivate and enchant the masses, she is no sooner inducted into the newly crowned high lord’s inner circle as his second. her loyalty to the high lord of spring seemingly knows no bounds, as she is molds herself to compliment his vision, solidifying her place in his court as a weapon of subtle indoctrination. her slight distaste for his harsh rule, however, and her duty as an equaliser in his reign makes her ever the more cherished by the people of the court yet her unhidden admiration for the morally-gray family reveals a rather duplicitous nature to her inner ambitions. after all, she is constantly fuelled by some deep-rooted vendetta or another.

[ofsvnshine]

lee jong suk, cis man, 34 / 340 , daemati high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems CHOI DOHYUN has finally made it to the capital, the SPYMASTER from WINTER COURT is said to be CLEVER and is said to describe themselves with THE BITTER WINDS OF WINTER'S MORNING, WHISPERS OF OLD WOUNDS UPON YOUR SKIN, EMBRACING THE DARKNESS TO BECOME LIMITLESS  and with all of this in mind their RUTHLESS nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

statistics :

label: the cataclysmic. 

positive traits: clever, attentive, determined.

negative traits: ruthless, aloof, quiet.

orientation: bisexual, biromantic.

gender: cis man ( he / him pronouns ).

age: 34 340.

species: daemati high fae.

profession: spymaster.

court: winter.

abilities: immortality, winnowing, astral projection, ice manipulation, mind control, infiltration & shattering.

mbti: istj.

zodiac: scorpio.

noteworthy features: scars littering his arms and torso from previous confrontations and wounds, tattoo on his forearm from a bargain that he much rather not speak about, typically with deep bags under his eyes from lack of sleep.

introduction :

violence tw, isolation tw, abuse tw, muder tw

you were the only son of the most well known and hired hitman within the winter court, perhaps even within all of prythian.

you never knew of your mother and you learned very early on to not ask questions about her, her memory forever remaining nothing more than a distant image, a part never truly unlocked in your brain.

despite having a child, your father refused to let anything keep him from his work. you were much more of an inconvenience to him rather than anything else, but perhaps a foolish sense of pride is what kept him from handing you off to someone far more equipped to raise you. so you were brought along, tagging along to places that no child should have ever been, seeing things that no child ever should have. but you didn't know any different, and your father was your world. all you ever wanted was to make him happy.

once he discovered your ability, you quickly become more of a weapon than a boy or a son to him. you now had a purpose for him, a reason to be there and no longer just an inconvenience amidst his travels. so he tirelessly trained you, needing your powers to be stronger than ever for when it came to interrogating strangers to find the whereabouts of whoever he had been hired to find, your powers making it far more easier than doing so before.

and since you were always on the move with your father, you never had any semblance of stability. you never had a home. you never grew up socializing with children your age, the only one who taught you anything was your father and therefore your education is severely limited beyond physical strength and the bare necessities. in social situations you feel out of place, out of practice and unsure how to contribute to conversations effectively.

you didn't realize just how much of a disservice that your father did until you both were brought in to the presence of the high family as your father's skills were needed with the sudden open position of the spymaster of the winter court.

while there you began to realize just how abnormal your childhood was. you began to realize just how much your father used you, crafted you into the weapon rather than man.

and you felt lost. violence and turbulence was all you knew. and as usual, with violence was the only way you knew how to solve things.

you used your powers on your father, just as he taught you, leading to his death. you took his position immediately, the only thing you felt you were really ever going to be good at.

and you are. you are highly feared and respected as the spymaster of the winter court. you are able to get information out of people incredibly easy with your powers and use it to your advantage. you are incredibly loyal to the high lady, especially after the loss of her family.

you are lost without a sense of purpose, a sense of someone to answer to without your father so you throw all of your time into your work. and as much as you hate your father, with each day you fear you are becoming more and more like him.

the invitation to the capital is an extremely welcomed one. while the more reserved side of you is anxious about being around so many people, the change of scenery is much needed. you're still searching for your real purpose, perhaps you'll find it there.

wanted connections:

idk someone give him a kiss he needs it ( no but fr someone who is a good influence on him and can see past the big scary facade he puts up and find the real person behind it all bc he deserves that. ill sob thanks ), best friend / confidant, enemies, ex friends, the person he has a bargain with !! idk i just figure its spicy and there's some drama involved but we can plot specifics bc i didn't get that far, opposites attract friendship, more tbd !

[ofhopess]

‘ sobhita dhulipala, cisfemale, she-her, 34 / 340 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems rhani kupar has finally made it to the capital, the emissary from the summer court is said to be graceful and is said to describe themselves with flawless braids laced with golden thread, constant humming of soft lullabies, perfectly timed glances with unnerving weight and well placed pride in oneself and with all of this in mind their inquisitorial nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔼ℝ𝔸𝕃 𝔻𝔼𝕋𝔸𝕀𝕃𝕊.

FULL NAME:  Rhani Kupar NICKNAME(S):  Nini for those closest to her. NAME MEANING: princess. AGE: 34 - 340 SPECIES: high fae. PLACE OF BIRTH: Summer Court GENDER: cisfemale PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual, probably - also likely not.

ℙℍ𝕐𝕊𝕀ℂ𝔸𝕃 𝔸ℙℙ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝔸ℕℂ𝔼, 𝔼𝕋ℂ.

HEIGHT: 5'7 BUILD: soft and feminine curves. TATTOOS: small hand tattoos across both hands. CLOTHING STYLE: light blue and white dresses that are always immaculate. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: long jet black braids that are laced with gold, excessive levels of jewellery and eyes that are a bright gold. SIGNATURE SCENT: ocean dried skin. ABILITIES: excellent glamour magic, usual amounts of water manipulation and the usual high fae capabilities.

𝔹𝔸ℂ𝕂𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐.

rhani was born and raised with a purpose in mind. her family was of noble lines and they did well for themselves just fine in the summer court but her father had always been power hungry and egar to make connections within the solar courts.

when rhanis father made friends with the high lord of the day court, and their children were of similar ages, thanks to her families line of work at just the young age of 10 it was agreed that rhani would be wed to the future high lord of the day court.

having known no different in her life and sensing the jealousy from each of her family members, she threw herself into her life as the future wife of a high ruler. she took every class she may need, spent far more time at in the day court than she did her home. rhani was ready to learn to love her husband and be a perfect high lady at his side. she hadn't ever known the possibility of anything else, she hadn't wanted anything else so when the news came that her betrothed was calling things off, rhani felt unsure of herself for the first time in her life.

every piece of confidence she had mastered was suddenly gone and she found herself retreating home to summer, unsure of what she had done wrong.

unwelcome by her family for her failings at securing what had been so easily set up for her, rhani found herself truly without purpose for the first time in her life.

she spent a good year wallowing, trying to figure out what she was going to do with herself and how she was going to put the pieces back together when she happened across the current emissary for the summer court. they fascinated her, they got to travel so much, they had so much purpose and rhani found that they could listen to their stories for hours.

as they were an older fae now, rhani knew it was only a matter of time before they needed to be replaced and her new purpose in life was to be ready for that spot when it came about. luckily, the current emissary at the time found they had a soft spot for rhani and gladly allowed her to come along.

when general age finally wore down the old emissary to the summer court, rhani proved to the ruling family that she could step in without question. she had built connections, she was well known and well liked and even better spoken. she had proven that she was worth something, even if not the marriage she had once been promised too.

these days she is well settled into her role and whilst she prefers being home at the summer court, she can often be found popping up around other courts to keep up appearances and friendships.

she is quick to offer a judgemental gaze but knows when to hold her tongue, she is excessively proud, especially in her appearance and given things that have happened to her in the path any form of feedback is often taken as failure.

despite knowing its silly, she closes herself off to any form of real connection, rhani has been let down too many times to trust that anyone truly has good intentions when it comes to her heart.

𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻 ℂ𝕆ℕℕ𝔼ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.

former lovers

friends from other courts

her little informants

someone that she could have loved if she hadn't sworn of off romance all together.

[empyrcals]

‘ hazal filiz küçükköse, cis woman, she/her, 34 / 340 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems ZEHRA DRAVEN has finally made it to the capital, the LADY from the NIGHT COURT is said to be DYNAMIC and is said to describe themselves with STARFALL PERSONIFIED; YOU BURN BRILLIANT AND LEAVE THE WORLD IN AWE IN YOUR WAKE, A SOUL OF STORMS; YOU ARE AT WAR WITH THE MANY HIDDEN PARTS OF YOURSELF, A RARE SOFTNESS AMONG SHARP SHADOWS; YOUR LOVE IS HARD-WON BUT REWARDING, THE BEAUTY OF THE BEAST REFLECTED IN ANOTHER CREATURE WHO KNOWS THE DARK, A SCATTERING OF ROSE PETALS and with all of this in mind their CALCULATIVE nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. 

BASICS

full name. zehra yildiz draven

position: lady of the night court, sister to the high lord of night

nickname(s): none, she doesn't really do nicknames. give her one I dare thee

age. 34 / 340 yrs old .

d.o.b.: july 20th

status. betrothed to emilios acheson, high lord of spring.

gender. cis woman.

orientation. bisexual

species: high fae ( able to storm wield, winnow due to the draven bloodline/court of night )

allegiance. zehra is loyal to those who have earned it, meaning her family - especially timur. only recently within a year is she loyal to emilios seeing part of herself in him - the rest of his family the jury is still out on where she stands with them currently..

spoken languages: common tongue, illyrian, old fae

FAMILY

father:  former high lord draven -- status deceased / murdered.

mother:  former high lady -- status: deceased  ?

siblings:  timur draven ( high lord, elder brother ), emira draven, melinoe draven ( younger sisters )

partner:  emilios acheson ( they've been betrothed for a year now )

children: none.

other  familial  relations: seraphina draven ( sister-in-law ), aylin & aslan ( niece and nephew via emira ). we also count her brother's inner circle as family.

PHYSICALITY

faceclaim. hazal filiz küçükköse

hair color. dark brown/ near black (it's a rich natural color changing shades depending on the time of year ) .

eye color. brown .

height. five foot nine.

scars. none.

build: athletic yet curvaceous. She is finely honed and has all the right curves in the right places - goddess level please.

dominant hand: while ambidextrous, zehra favors her right hand

notable features : her eyes, her bone structure, all the things

TRAITS, PERSONALITY & VICES.

cowardly     ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ●      brave energetic    ○ ○ ● ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○     lethargic forgiving     ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○      vengeful charitable    ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ ○ ○ ○     selfish authentic     ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○      deceitful chaste     ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○      lustful humble    ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○     boastful naive     ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ●      experienced cautious     ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ ○ ○      daring restrained     ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○     bold trusting     ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○      suspicious

SMOKES ? : no. .

ALCOHOL USE : yes. within reason but not to access - zehra is the sort who always likes to keep command of her own senses.

PRONE TO VIOLENCE ? : no. not unnecessarily violent but it can be stated that while not able to manipulate nightmares as her brother can being high lord Zehra can be an absolute terror and force to be reckoned with. she is the storm and the darkness and the stars hurt something she cares about and she will burn your world down. this, though, is mainly kept at bay; part of herself she hides well and does not tap into regularity, choosing to plot her way through things and using her mind for much of her life, which is equally as dangerous with dark ambitions that whisper at the edge of her mind.

PRONE TO CRYING ? : no, not that she's not cried. its a deeply private emotion that even if she trusts her own blood its not ever on display. it takes great emotion to push her to tears..

EMOTIONAL STABILITY ? : quite high. zehra is emotionally stable through years of training herself to only show what she wishes.

SELF DESTRUCTIVE ? : no. zehra is a builder, an architect of her own design plotting out a way while not her brother's advisors nothing she does is ever not a calculated move playing a game ten steps ahead of everyone else. while her ambitions are not fully voiced or yet believed in - in the right circumstances her darker shadows and plans would thrive but destructive - never to herself but she will ruin you for anyone else.

PHOBIAS ? : none that she would admit.

BIOGRAPHY / OVERVIEW

vague but detailed enough | tw death, murder, violence mentions

you are named for what they've always hoped for you - radiant brilliant light sparkling amidst the heavens as a paragon of your kind. You will never lead, and you will never be a high lady of the night - you are the dazzling one. in many ways, from the moment you are born, they do a disservice to you. Your parents love you. There was never any mistake in that, but you were not the child born first to them, and try as you might, and you would try incredibly hard; you were only their spare. A decade of so younger than your brother, your beloved and beautiful brother - you were there if he were to fall. If he failed, the line of succession would fall onto you, and as much freedom as you had, there was structure and preparation for a thing all of them were thoroughly sure would never come to you. Still, their brilliant little star, their shining, shimmering darling, had to be prepared for all things to go at all costs.

Maybe you were born broken - the girl meant for greatness already shoved into a box you hadn't made for yourself, slowly tearing at walls, wanting to be more. You always, always wanted more, knowing from before you were even a century old you could never be a sister, daughter, or wife to just anyone and be just that. It was in that realization that you discovered facets of yourself - you found who you were amid the chaos of living for what would be an eternity to some. you love fiercely who deserved love back but waste none of it on pure folly or idiotic love sick passions in yourf youth. train for your own war, knowing while you would fight and could nearly claim to be better than a good portion of your brother's inner circle, even asking to work with Illyrians - the wars you would fight would be of deeper shadows. Let Timur prepare to be a lord of lords, and while younger sisters could thank you for their relaxed freedoms and privileges, you were the one to watch and be in awe of. A master of the game and of politics, knowing nothing you did was left to chance - everything was meant to move things in the right direction.

You loved your father more than anyone - you would dare say more than any of your other siblings despite not knowing secrets stil kept from you. you admit to him once at a game of chess under the stars, having parted from adoring followers at a midsummer party, that it is exhausting trying to impress him. You admit all you desire was to be helpful, irreplaceable, and invaluable - to be appreciated and involved- and to be told you were those things to the man you admired most. He merely sipped his wine with a smile and proceeded to play chess until the sky grew quiet and the sun shooed the moon from sight. you thought a most dangerous thought - Mother, preserve me. I wish he were dead. It was only a thought - one you'd never act on, but did it shock you any less when the next day he was? Did you also not selfishly hope just for a moment, even as you adored your brother, that maybe, in some twist of fate, you would inherit that power? It had been shocking, and you had such a passing thought, but this was never for you.

Timur had his inner court, the court of nightmares and all the things that came with it. You would be the storm, you would be protector and destroyer beyond them knowing as much as he hides it your brother fears and you will not allow him the same fate. You protect your jovial younger sisters and you protect your niece and nephew. How do you protect them, shoving down your own dark ambitions, wrapping yourself in a more profound mystery, and making sure you leave the rest of the world in awe of who you are? Let them stare at you, they will never know all that you are but in accepting this role you hide a piece of yourself that lingers in the dark. Where is the woman who wanted everything - wanted power and might - to have it all because one deserved the world? Do you remember your shadows?

You hide them; you fight those tendencies until you meet an unexpected stranger. Spring. Oh gods, how you loathed pastels and pretty, flowery things until the high lord of the spring court was nearly enough tripping over himself for you. Instantaneously, he could've declared you his ideal and perfection realized - everything he had ever wanted. You try to resist advances to make him earn what he desires - your hand. You see him, though, and you see yourself - you see what could become, and for the first time in centuries, the monster you know you are who craves a world shaped by your own hand, which has for so long been dormant beneath flesh, and bone is reflected in someone else's eyes. Do you love him when you accept his hand - do you love him now? Yes, it would be too simple an answer and a word too easily tossed around, but you've come to find something admirable in flowers, roses especially, and in wild beasts, and it is just the beginning.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

All the things please. Let me help you build up your beautiful characters and create something amazing. Old friends, new friends, enemies, former lovers, illyrian pals, sparring partners, rivals, people she is ready to use, unexpected and cool things. also to echo a want from timur's intro the person who ended the draven siblings father - all the things.

[ofdieus]

‘ jacob anderson, cis man, he/him, 30 (300), high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems CORMAC ASTER has finally made it to the capital, the LORD from the DAY COURT is said to be DEBONAIR and is said to describe themselves with CHOOSING PRESTIGE AND OPULENCE OVER DUTY,  A SHARP TONGUE AND AN EVEN SHARPER MIND, SUNLIGHT BURSTING FROM BENEATH YOUR SKIN, FAINT LAUGHTER LINES ADORNING TIRED EYES & SETTING YOURSELF ON FIRE TO KEEP OTHERS WARM and with all of this in mind their IMPRUDENT nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

GENERAL DETAILS.

full name: cormac donahue aster nickname(s): mac, corey, cor date of birth: january 28th zodiac: aquarius sun, leo moon, leo rising gender & pronouns: cis man ( he / him ) species: high fae place of birth: the day court orientation: bisexual, biromantic occupation: lord of the day court, cursebreaker

PHYSICAL, ETC.

faceclaim: jacob anderson hair colour & style: here clothing style: here distinguishing characteristics: bright eyes, charming smile piercing(s) & tattoo(s): none

PERSONALITY.

positive trait(s): debonair, gregarious, optimistic negative trait(s): imprudent, decadent, heedless like(s): flirting, parties, the colour red, dancing dislike(s): clothes that don't fit, tomatoes, overly strong drinks hobbie(s): hand-to-hand combat, reading, cursebreaking, judgling character inspiration: helion (acotar), derek morgan (criminal minds), tyler durden (fight club)

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

mother: crystal donahue father: danriel aster (deceased) sibling(s): cedrian aster (half-brother), tbh significant other: tbd (ex-wife)

BACKGROUND.

biography trigger(s): child abandonment, mention of death and depression, broken marriage

Cormac was a result of the high lord and a beautiful woman from the day court. She was never bitter or even resentful of the outcome because she got Cormac. He loved his mother dearly but after a few years, she realized she didn't want to be a mother anymore.

Instead of taking him with her, she allowed his father to step in. Danriel allowed Cormac to come live with him and the rest of the family at the palace. This opened up his world more than he could imagine. His mother, although she loved him.. Couldn't provide what the high lord could. Cormac saw that and he welcomed it.

As he got older, he started to become interested in curse breaking. Cormac would watch his father work and always asked questions. At first it was what Cormac though would help the two of them bond but as he started to learn it more, he discovered he loved it.

As he grew older, he started getting better and better at breaking curses. Although his father was the skilled one in the family, Cormac thought one day it would be his turn to be the best.

Being a son of Danriel, he was subject to an arranged marriage. For alliances. Cormac didn't mind, he wanted to give back something to his father for taking him in when his mother left. He knew he would do anything his father asked... So he married someone from another court and together, over the years, he began to fall in love.

After his father died, Cormac fell into a depression. He began avoiding his responsibilities and continuously leaving the day court. For the first few years after his fathers death, he could barely spend any time in there. He would still practice his abilites because he knew that would be what his father wanted but he mainly did so when he was under the influence so it set him back rather than put him forward.

Now, after his father has been gone for forty years, Cormac has started to feel like himself again... Although his marriage didn't withhold the depression and the grief, he knows she's probably better off. He mourns the marriage as well but ultimately, he couldn't be the kind of husband she needed. Instead, Cormac worked on himself and became more well known as a curse breaker, which helped his self esteem and his vision of his father. He may not be the high lord but he is always available for his siblings and most of the time, they are the only people he trusts.

HEADCANONS.

Cormac loves music, he has a fine ear for it and loves to dance - at most formal events you can find him on the dance floor

if he's not in the day court, he is usually in summer or the capital... he has homes there that he likes to spend time in to assist with breaking curses and trying to build alliances with the other members of the court

he loves love... even if he doesnt say he does, Cormac wants to find someone who he can spend his life with

he enjoys wearing black and dark colours but is known to wear red to events so he can stand out in a crowd

he tends to flirt a lot and is very open about that, he enjoys making other people feel good / complimented

Cormac would do anything for the people he loves and would sacrifice most of his wellbeing if it means they'll be happy

[stxrfclls]

‘ charles melton, cis man, he/him, 28 / 280 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems damien ashway has finally made it to the capital, the lord from autumn court is said to be sociable and is said to describe themselves with evidence of a mistake that can't just be hidden away, brash actions and words as a way to hide internal struggles, a once kind heart that's been put under lock and key and with all of this in mind their brash nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; written by honey.

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full  name  .  damien ashway

age  .  28  appearance  /  280  actual

sexuality  .  pansexual

occupation  .  lord of the autumn court

species  .  high fae

loyalty  .  the autumn court

height  .  6'3"

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

(  tw  :  child abandonment  )

a  half  sibling,  something  he  can  never  forget.  anyone  who  glances  upon  the  autumn  lord  can  see  it,  he  doesn’t  favor  his  siblings  in  looks  at  all.  evidence  of  an  affair,  a  babe  put  on  the  porch  of  the  autumn  family  home  with  a  letter  the  high  lord  never  denied.  damien  was  his  son,  but  he  was  certainly  not  the  child  of  the  high  lady.

he  was  distant  from  his  siblings  from  birth,  kept  away  by  design  or  intent..  he  never  knew.  there  were  never  ill  feelings  on  his  part  towards  them,  but  the  barrier  between  them  was  always  too  obvious.  lessons  were  spent  being  skipped,  training  sessions  played  off  and  never  taken  seriously.  he  wasn’t  a  scholar,  he  wasn’t  a  warrior.  he  was  a  foolish  ‘lord’  who  simply  wished  to  be  loved  and  never  quite  saw  it.

it  wasn’t  until  damien  became  an  adult  and  gained  freedom  from  the  autmn  court  that  he  really  gained  his  wings.  the  young  fae  lord  began  to  travel  the  entirety  of  the  court,  occasionally  visiting  the  other  seasonals.  he  gained  friendships,  he  learned  what  he  enjoyed,  and  he  became  a  flirty  little  shit.  perhaps  a  large  chunk  of  it  was  ignoring  his  darkest  parts,  but  damien  learned  how  to  live.  he  got  a  breath  of  life  that  was  never  found  within  the  walls  of  his  family  home.  but  as  time  drew  on,  and  as  his  father  aged,  the  young  lord  was  called  home.  he  wasn’t  the  same  person,  but  he  found  parts  of  his  old  self  surfacing  as  if  they  refused  to  be  forgotten.  it  was  difficult,  but  he  watched  the  man  die  and  his  eldest  half  sibling  take  upon  the  throne.  

damien  stuck  around  then,  watching  his  dark  parts  dance  in  the  shadows  of  the  family  home  while  trying  to  ignore  them.  he’s  a  mess  of  contradictions,  boastful  and  brazen  in  most  cases,  silent  and  thoughtful  when  alone…  which  is  perhaps  why  he  buries  himself  in  other  people  rather  than  be  by  himself.  he’s  a  mess,  guarded  even  if  he  doesn’t  seem  it,  but  easy  to  get  along  with  due  to  how  easy  going  of  a  guy  he  is.  he  may  not  be  in  your  life  for  a  long  time,  but  he  certainly  will  be  for  a  wild  time.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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[stxrslisten]

a study.

BASICS.

full name : narcissa acheson

name meaning : daffodil, a cheerful and bright spring flower

nicknames : cissa, nana

epithets : the spring rose

titles : lady of the autumn court

gender / pronouns : cis woman / she/her

sexuality : bisexual

date of birth : on the twenty-nine of the sixth month

age : twenty-eight going on two hundred and eighty

zodiac : cancer

place of birth : the spring court, prythian

species : high fae

languages : common tongue

allegiance : the spring court

APPEARANCE.

faceclaim : hanna dodd

height : 5′6″

eye color : honey brown

hair color : soft brunette with copper and blonde undertones

dominant hand : right

MAGIC.

abilities : immortality, winnowing, heightened senses, healing, dream manipulation, shift into a falcon, manipulation of air

weaknesses : vulnerable to certain magic attacks, individuals with higher level of magic, burn out

PERSONALITY.

positive traits : optimistic & caring

negative traits : gullible & secretive

hobbies : flower picking, high harp, piano forte, singing

charcater inspiration : sansa stark, jene bennett, daphne brigerton, elizabeth chenoweth

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents : former high lord & lady of the spring court

siblings : high lord emilio acheson, lord luka acheson

extended family : tba

spouse : cormac aster ( ex husband )

children : n/a

BIO.

there was a quiet room after the high lady had stopped screaming, the babe had yet to cry and as the seconds ticked by the room grew heavier and heavier. weakly the little girl finally cries and the room breathes, but the healer does not have a good face. the little one would not live long, she whispers, and her mother hugs the little thing to her chest in sobs.

against all odds the little girl makes it through the night, through the week, through the month. and finally on the thirtieth day she was named, believed the mother had given the little girl a chance to live and to remain with her family.

cissa grew up weak, often falling sick, and remaining indoors. her mother become over protective of her, she should not run, or agitate herself, she should be indoors and looked after at all times. the little girl simply followed, she was amiable, and often too tired to argue or fight against it.

this followed her into her teen years, and although she wasn't allowed far from the gardens of the spring manor, her world felt extensive. she found solace in romance books, in playing musical instruments, and on the days she felt as if she had all the energy of the world she could also sing. her voice was alluring, almost bewitching her father had once said.

with the years her sicknesses become more of a weakness she carries with her, she finds herself tired more often than others, sleep is something she requires in larger amounts. and from time to time, as if she is expecting it she still falls ill and it takes a while for her to recover. but she endures, as she has always from a young age.

the betrothal to one of the sons of the day court did not come as surprise to her, she knew one day she would have to be an asset to her family, even if she had spent most of her life as a burden. she was happy to do something in return for her father. in cormac she found a love she had not expected, she appreciated him, admired him even. there was light between the two, or at least for a few years that had been truth. she lost her husband the day the day court lost their high lord. the sorrow of loosing a father was never easy, and for cormac it become a challenge. a challenge his weak wife could not aid him in. and although she fought him, she stilled returned to the spring court with an invalidated marriage.

for many years cissa's brightness was deemed, opaque, almost gone. she felt like a failure to not only her husband but also to her family. she was quiet before she eventually became herself again, the spring court was once more full of her laughter, full of her music. some days were harder than others, some days it was easier to pretend, but she did her best every day.

II. EXTRAS & OTHER THINGS

cissa can play a vast range of musical instruments, but her heart lays with the high harp and the violin. those close to her know that she plays the harp when she is happy, and the violin when something saddens her. but when the emotion is unbearable, she signs.

as cliché as it might be cissa loves nature, flowers and the sort. she can often be found bare footed walking the gardens.

romance novels are her favorite, she has potentially read all the ones in the spring court and is often looking for new ones.

CONNECTIONS.

best friend ; this person could be from the spring court (preferable) but also from her time in the day court

a current betrothal ; perhaps someone the spring court wishes to stablish connections with, or the other way around

[cfshadows]

‘ tom blyth, cis male, he/him, 26 / 260 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems ATLAS CAADLAWON has finally made it to the capital, the LORD from the DAWN COURT is said to be HUMBLE and is said to describe themselves with THE SOUND OF SOFT HUMMING, FINGERS DANCING ALONG PIANO KEYS, THE FEELING OF STANDING IN A POOL THAT'S TOO DEEP FOR YOU and DREAMS THAT ALWAYS COME TRUE and with all of this in mind their PASSIVE nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

trigger warnings: parental neglect & abuse

BASIC.

FULL NAME:  atlas caadlawon

AGE: 26 / 260

PLACE OF BIRTH: dawn court

SPECIES: high fae

GENDER: cis man

PRONOUNS: he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual biromantic

TITLE: lord

PERSONALITY.

POSTIVE TRAITS: humble, adaptive, imaginative, and compassionate

NEGATIVE TRAITS: passive, hesitant, disorganized, and weary

PERSONALITY TYPE: isfp - the adventurer

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: pisces

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: johnathan byers (stranger things), jorah mormont (game of thrones), yuji itadori (jujutsu kaisen) and alice (alice in wonderland)

POWERS.

immortality

winnowing

healing (not proficient)

dream manipulation

FAMILY.

FATHER: arik caadlawon ( npc, former high lord of the dawn court )

MOTHER: isidora caadlawon ( npc )

SIBLINGS: the high family of the dawn court

HISTORY.

the youngest caadlawon sibling was born to a hard birth, one where they didn't know if the babe would make it. born screaming and the screaming didn't seem to stop for days. perhaps the lord's first sign the youngest wasn't what he'd wanted.

expectations were high in the dawn court, his father had plans for everyone of them, as soon as they were born he and each of his siblings was told they would be something, if he had to force it out of them, they would find it. atlas was one who never quite found anything of note.

the dawn court's youngest had little to no ability to heal, one of their very purposes and yet he could hardly manage it. isolation became his best friend. every failure was met with the solitude of his chambers where he did nothing but sit and wait. and find his own world in the ones of those around him.

dreams were coveted by atlas, the dreams of those around him were something he could slip into and be comforted by or soothe them himself. it was his gift to people, he could be broken and useless as he wanted but if he could do something for people he felt maybe he was a little less useless.

it was easy for his father to find out about his endeavors, it was finally something he was good at, his isolation had given him time to find his own talents and his father demanded he use them. nightmares were to plague anyone his father commanded. no matter how long atlas tried to resist, there was only so much he could do. the nightmares his father would give him didn't saw the youngest lord, but when he threatened his siblings, atlas agreed.

his one solace was twisted into something he hated, he became even more withdrawn from his siblings. hiding behind closed doors until he was forced out of them. he'd accepted this as his future, had made his desperate peace with it. until his brother took the title from their father.

HEADCANONS.

atlas has no idea what kind of leader his brother is going to end up being, he's trying to be around his siblings more, trying to find a way to bond with them. but the hesitance is there because he knows they're all their father's children.

he's desperate for people to be friends with, even if he seems hesitant he's not he wants to be friends with people.

atlas doesn't think his family is more fit to rule anything, he knows it's something that they whisper but he's not interested, ambition and opportunistic aren't words that could ever describe him.

dreams and music are the only things that bring him peace, but he's afraid to go back into dreams, he's not done it since his brother took over as high lord.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

dream friend: so it's a cute idea that he was able to connect with someone from another court or outside of the main house of the dawn court. he was able to actually bond with this person but he's never met them in person so this would be the first time

romantic interests, friends, enemies, i'm open for literally anything and everything from him

[ofsvnshine]

‘ anya chalotra, cis woman, she/her, 28 / 280 , cauldron made fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems SAIRA BHAT has finally made it to the capital, the SPYMASTER from the DAY COURT ( ORIGINALLY DAWN ) is said to be LOGICAL and is said to describe themselves with SWALLOWING DOWN STUBBORN PRIDE, THE SHIFT OF THE TEMPERATURE AS A STORM APPROACHES, AND THE THICK FOG APPROACHING WITHIN TWILIGHT and with all of this in mind their GUARDED nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

statistics :

label: the fallen angel.

positive traits: logical, determined, prideful.

negative traits: guarded, quiet, sensitive.

orientation: bisexual, biromantic.

gender: cis woman ( she / her pronouns ).

age: 28 280.

species: cauldron made fae.

position: spymaster.

court: day (originally from dawn).

abilities: high fae powers, healing, dream manipulation.

mbti: isfp.

zodiac: capricorn.

noteworthy features: long black hair pushed back over her shoulders, a pair of knives always strapped to her thigh, a knowing look following you around the room.

pop culture inspirations: inej ghafa !!! ( grishaverse ), more tbd when my brain works

introduction :

you don't remember much of a life outside of living in the dawn court. your parents found you, a human toddler somehow wandering alone in the fae realm while on their travels and knew they couldn't leave you behind. they searched for your parents and found nothing, so you have been with them ever since.

your adoptive parents made sure to keep your true identity secret until you were able to become a cauldron made fae, not wanting to bring any extra attention to you for fear that it might be unwanted attention. essentially though, you have lived your entire life as a fae. it's all you know.

your mother worked for the high family as a seamstress and your father as a court healer. you learned everything from the both of them, particularly finding a calling in healing ( unable to really make a wearable dress if your life depended on it ). eventually you were skilled enough to work alongside your father as a court healer as well.

it was because of this that you met the high lord, beginning your whirlwind romance. his choice of duty over you, solidifying his father's words that you were not enough to stand by his side absolutely crushed you. it changed you, really. while you tend to appear far more intense and closed off to those who don't really know you, deep down you are incredibly emotional and sensitive, deeply caring of what others think of you.

it was impossible for you to continue to work for the court. it was impossible for you to even continue to live in the same court, so in the middle of the night you disappeared to start a new life in the day court. you miss your family every single day.

healer you were no more - instead you used your other skills to your advantage to make ends meet in your new life. your self taught combat and stealth helped you with taking on mercenary roles as needed and the occasional pickpocketing here and there never hurt anyone, right?

eventually you gained the attention of the inner circle due to your mercenary mission successes and joined the inner circle as a spymaster for the day court.

you are extremely loyal to the day court, perhaps out of jadedness for what the leaders of the dawn court did to you, or simply because it is your home now, but you take your work seriously. it's all you really have now, and you find yourself throwing yourself into it most of the time.

wanted connections:

new day court friends pls !! old friends from dawn court !! enemies !! exes !! current situationship !! ride or die bestie !! idk more when my brain is working again lol

[starchascr]

𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

‘ aslıhan malbora, cis woman, she/her, 27 / 268 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems MELINOE DRAVEN has finally made it to the capital, the LADY from the NIGHT COURT is said to be CHARISMATIC and is said to describe themselves with WISHING ON EVERY STAR IN THE NIGHT SKY, COURT GOSSIP AS A FORM OF CURRENCY, PAINT-SPLATTERS ON WRINKLED SILK DRESSES, CONSTANT APOLOGIES FOR BEING LOST IN YOUR OWN THOUGHTS, PEOPLE CALL YOU FICKLE & YOU LAUGH IN THEIR FACE ( WHO WOULD EVER WANT TO BE KNOWN AS PREDICTABLE? )  and with all of this in mind their CAPRICIOUS nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

compare to : caroline forbes ( the vampire diaries ), carrie bradshaw ( sex and the city ), sarah cameron ( outer banks ), holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany's ), serena van der woodsen ( gossip girl ), oberyn martell ( game of thrones ), ty lee ( avatar: the last airbender ), lydia bennett ( pride & prejudice ), thor ( marvel cinematic universe ), buffy summers ( buffy the vampire slayer ), angela montenegro ( bones ), daisy buchanan ( the great gatsby ), merry brandybuck ( lord of the rings )

☾ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ☽

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name : melinoe lyra draven nicknames : mel age : 268 ( physically 27) species : high fae gender / pronouns : cis woman & she/her sexual orientation : pansexual romantic orientation : panromantic occupation : lady / aspiring painter

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

personality traits : charismatic, flighty, capricious, fickle, compassionate, brash likes : painting, revelries, star gazing, dancing, late mornings spent sleeping in, taking care of stray animals dislikes : responsibility/duty, early mornings, long travel, outfit fittings, long meetings fear(s) : death, boredom secret talents : can juggle up to 6 items, is ambidextrous goals & ambitions : to be known for art rather than the immature night court daughter memorable traits : is constantly in motion alignment : chaotic neutral label(s) : the social butterfly, the sabaist, the effervescent, the reveler vices : vanity & foolhardiness virtues : friendliness & pride

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

eye color : dark brown hair colour : dark brown hair type/style : typically worn long & wavy/curled height : 5'6 build : slender exercise habits : occasionally practices fighting, but it's rare dominant hand : left glasses/contacts : n/a tattoos : n/a scars : n/a piercings : ears pierced

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘.

father : tbd. mother : tbd. siblings : tbd draven (eldest sibling), cathal draven (elder adopted sibling), sabine draven (elder adopted sibling) children : n/a extended family : tbd. pets : far too many to name

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

as a child, melinoe had always been a flighty thing, flitting from one interest to another. she would give each of her toys equal attention in part because she feared their jealousy should she show more affection towards one bauble over another, but partly because nothing held her attention for long. more than that, there was so much in this world to explore, and mel wanted to see and do everything. after all, why would she limit herself when the world was endless? she hated the routine and monotony that some preferred, instead enjoying creating her own worlds to play in. and when people called her fickle for bouncing around from thing to thing, she would laugh in their face. who would ever want to be known as predictable? there was something in stars that called to the girl. there was an element of wonder there, something that lent back to the fantastical child who dreamed of something more waiting for her. she always stared up at the stars at night and made up stories for made up constellations before she learned all of their names and stories. it was a game to her, making up stories. there are moments that she feels like she belongs more to the burning balls of gas that have held her fascination than to her family and friends around her. so instead she took that feeling and put it into her art, trying to capture the feeling of awe and wonder she always has every time she looks up at night. she still feels like she hasn’t fully achieved that goal no matter how many of her pieces have sold. for a girl otherwise known as fickle, art is the only thing she has ever dedicated herself to other than her family. mel seems to be constantly in motion, flitting from one thing to another. she’s compassionate, but forgetful. people shake their heads when she passes, muttering about how she’s just so immature, so young. and that’s more than true. she prides herself on being decisive, but never really stands by any sort of decision. she prefers love over war and fighting, never having really trained beyond what was necessary to her own protection. the word ‘responsibility’ is a ugly one that she hopes to never come into contact with ( though she supposes everyone must grow up some day ). if she had her way, she would spend her afternoons and early evenings painting, her nights partying, and leave her mornings for sleep. there’s nothing better than being surrounded by people, music, alcohol, and treats. and if there is no event, then she’s perfectly happy to throw one ( or rather, have someone do it for her ). ultimately, she’s just trying to live her best life.

[ofhopess]

‘ emeraude toubia , cisfemale, she-her, 31 / 310 , illyrian ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems SIRI SALLOW has finally made it to the capital, the GENERAL OF THE ARMIES from THE NIGHT COURT is said to be DECISIVE and is said to describe themselves with THE NEVER ENDING SWEET SMELL OF CHERRIES, LEATHERS THAT SHOW JUST A LITTLE BIT TOO MUCH SKIN, RED NAILS TO MATCH GLOWING RED SIPHONS , SKIN TOO SOFT FOR THE BLOOD ITS SEEN AND INABILITY TO EVER ADMIT SHE'S WRONG and with all of this in mind their INTOLERANT nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔼ℝ𝔸𝕃 𝔻𝔼𝕋𝔸𝕀𝕃𝕊.

FULL NAME:  Siri Sallow NICKNAME(S):  none. NAME MEANING: beautiful victory AGE: 31 - 310 SPECIES: Illyrian. PLACE OF BIRTH: Dawn Court Palace GENDER: cisfemale PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

ℙℍ𝕐𝕊𝕀ℂ𝔸𝕃 𝔸ℙℙ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝔸ℕℂ𝔼, 𝔼𝕋ℂ.

HEIGHT: 5'9 BUILD: slim and defined TATTOOS: varying black ink tattoo's across her whole right side. CLOTHING STYLE: mixes of black leathers and dark red and purple dresses DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: long jet black braids, a scar up the side of her neck she wears proudly and forever red nails. SIGNATURE SCENT: fresh cherries ABILITIES: flying, siphon magic and winnowing

𝔹𝔸ℂ𝕂𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐.

siri was fighting to prove herself from the moment she was born. the youngest girl in a string of boys, she was ready to fight for attention from the second she came out screaming with her wings flared.

though her brothers tried to steer her away from the life of a warrior, insisting she would be better off without trying to prove herself, she never listened to them and was instead far to focused on being better than they were. she might have been smaller but that made her nimble and faster and her flying was some of the best anyone had seen in years for her age always giving her an edge.

when she completed the blood rite at the same time as three of her brothers went through the trials, plenty of people claimed they had helped her through it and tried to make her forfeit her warrior status so the following year she voluntarily re-entered the rite and achieved carynthian status all on her own.

siri worked her way through the ranks of the armies slowly, proving her worth and resilience time and time again. one day, having being sick of listening to the general of the armies moan about more women taking the blood rite, siri challenged him to a dual. only one would walk away and they would keep the title of general of the armies. she knew that she risked the wrath of the high lord, but given then were somewhat friendly she took the risk.

the pair of them fought for over 12 hours, uninterrupted before siri was able to finally sink her blade through the back of his wings and right into his heart, ending the dual finally. one by one, the other warriors around her dropped to their knees and siri took over as the general of the armies, determined to make them a better place.

she has worked hard to continue to prove herself, and is often in the very mix of any sort of battle or war, proving why she is worthy of leading the illyrian armies.

ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊.

tba.

𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻 ℂ𝕆ℕℕ𝔼ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.

past & current lovers.

friends.

any other illyrians that don't think she should be general that likes to fight with her.

close fae buddies from other courts.

[ofdieus]

‘ imogen waterhouse, cis woman, she/her, 30 (300), high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems TILLIE KEENTIDE has finally made it to the capital, the SCRIBE/SCHOLAR from the AUTUMN COURT is said to be ADROIT and is said to describe themselves with THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD ON YOUR SHOULDERS, SUNLIGHT BREAKING THROUGH THE NIGHT, LOOKING WITHIN THE MIRROR TO FIND WHO YOU SEE, LONG HAIR PULLED INTO A BRAID & WARM AS THE SUN AND BURNING BRIGHT AS ONE and with all of this in mind their LOQUACIOUS nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

GENERAL DETAILS.

full name: matilda "tillie" catherine keentide nickname(s): goes by tillie everywhere, only a few call her matilda date of birth: july 7th zodiac: cancer sun, virgo moon, virgo rising gender & pronouns: cis woman ( she / her ) species: high fae place of birth: the capital orientation: bisexual, biromantic occupation: scribe & scholar for the autumn court

PHYSICAL, ETC.

faceclaim: imogen waterhouse hair colour & style: here clothing style: here distinguishing characteristics: round cheeks, expressive brows piercing(s) & tattoo(s): lobes

PERSONALITY.

positive trait(s): adroit, cordial, meticulous negative trait(s): loquacious, enigmatic, fanciful like(s): books, warm weather, learning new languages, soft music dislike(s): cold weather, bullies, violence hobbie(s): reading, writing, poetry, researching, knitting character inspiration: leslie knope (parks and recreation), jess day (new girl), penelope garcia (criminal minds), belle (beauty and the beast)

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

mother: prudence keentide (adoptive mother) father: hugh keentide (adoptive father) birth parents: unknown (both deceased) sibling(s): taria morwen (twin/grew up together) significant other: n/a

BACKGROUND.

biography trigger(s): adoption, death of parents/murder, orphanage, mention of infertility

When Tillie was four, her parents never came home. To this day, the reports and speculation are close to none, she's checked. The small girl was taken to a ward of other parentless children, unsure of why this happened to her.

When she arrived, there was another girl there, Taria. They became inseparable to the point where they would be referred to as the twins. The ward was careless and while the girls had each other, they could only rely on each other, she realized.

Tillie was happy there, she had a few personal items she brought from her previous life and her books. She was sure she wouldn't need anything else. One day though, everything changed.

A blonde woman from the autumn court with a nice smile, who was unable to have her own children came to the ward. Tillie smiled politely at her and Taria pushed her to go talk to her. She was kind, loved books and wanted a little girl just like her. Tillie couldn't deny they had identical features and had the same shade of hair.

When they arrive back at the autumn court, Tillie was overwhelmed. It was so different and she had no idea what to expect but with the help of her new parents, she was able to adapt better with time. She studied furiously, it came easier to her as she aged. Tillie wrote letters to Taria constantly and although she missed living with her twin, she was starting to feel like she could have her own life without the past coming back to haunt her.

When Tillie was sorting out her future; working and giving back to the autumn court was something that seemed like the best option. She had never fought a day in her life, so instead, she offered her love of knowledge... Her language skills and her ability to find things quicker than anyone else. She began training to become a scholar, then a scribe. She had extensive training over the years and the best money could buy thanks to her parents, to which one day it opened the door for her to approach the high family. For the past fifteen years, she has been the one who those can turn to for knowledge and maybe a good book recommendation.

HEADCANONS.

tillie does not remember anything really about her family but she does remember the name lily but she likes to keep that to herself as to not spoil it... she purchases the flowers every month to remind her

she enjoys sweet treats and tends to make sure she has one at the end of every day

tillie, when she moved to the autumn court, wrote taria a letter every week to keep her up-to-date / keep in contact - she tried to visit as much as she could as well

tillie loves jokes and tends to write them down in a notebook that she can save them for later

she has started a large collection of first edition books and keeps them in the library at her home on display

tillie also loves to put notes into her books in the margins so she can reference them later or to those who want to read the book / borrow it / study from it

she loves her adoptive parents dearly but there are some days where she wished she knew what happened to her birth parents and what her life would have looked like if they were still alive

she still experiences anxiety sometimes over her past but she tries to mask it and hides it quite well with people she isnt close with but because she is so bubbly and talkative when she is quiet it's easy for people to see if something is wrong / bothering her