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‘ pedro pascal, cismale, he/him, 48 / 480 , illyrian ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems elias cardaire has finally made it to the capital, the general of the armies from the dawn court is said to be creative and is said to describe themselves with visions of maps and formations flushing through his head with fervor, late nights full of hot tea with just one cube of sugar to soothe the nightmares and nerves, loud voices and commands thrown across the battlefield, and obsessive protection thrusted into the void without hesitation  and with all of this in mind their spiteful nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

full name: elias raymond cardaire nicknames: eli age: 48/480 date of birth: july 18th gender: cismale pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: bisexual faceclaim: pedro pascal hair color: brown eye color: dark brown height: 5'11 signature scent: oceans & cinnamon

background:

from a very young age, elias was an orphan. his mother and father were killed in battle when he was just four years old. he knew nothing but heartbreak and was brought to an orphanage. his once quirky and sweet demeanor shifted, sending him into a spiral. he was a terrible kid, always getting into trouble for escaping. in all reality, elias just didn't want to be there. he felt unloved, and didn't think he was worthy of much of anything. it wasn't until one day during one of his many escapes that he ran into someone who became a mentor to him. this man was a warrior and his wingspan was inspiring, the kind that made elias not feel so ashamed of his own wings. he followed this man around everywhere, constantly practicing his battle stances with sticks and trying to do the same things as his mentor. when he was old enough, his mentor knew that elias would be something great, and brought him to train in the illyrian camps.

elias thrived. his bright personality returned, but he developed an incredibly protective nature towards his fellow campers. he wouldn't dare let any of them go anywhere by themselves, because he knew just how it felt when you were all alone. rising through the ranks, elias was a top student, but not just that, he constantly tried his best to make sure that his friends were too. his entire graduating camp class was exceptional and elias was proud. but there was a darkness to his protective nature. it was the spiteful and revengeful darkness resonating in his gut every time he looked at those important to him. he wasn't going to let anyone hurt him or his friends again. if you ever upset him, broke one of his rules or hurt him, it would take heaven and earth for him to forgive you. he doesn't believe in forgiveness after how he was treated as a kid.

elias' promotion to general of the armies at the dawn court was due to the previous general. when he'd moved to the dawn court with a chance to be part of the army and fight for what he believed in, he sought out as much knowledge from the previous general as he could. just as he had with his previous mentor, he fought for his spot. he barely slept, practiced and practiced as much as he could. when his mentor noticed his hard work, elias earned the chance to join him in meetings. very quickly, both of them learned that he had a knack for understanding maps and battle plans. his mind was quick and always open to suggestions and as a result, the two of them worked well. it wasn't long after that that the general stepped down and promoted elias. his mentor stayed and assisted him, but it was elias' world now and he adored it.

this was what he was made for. he was made to protect his people in the best way he possibly could, even if his spiteful nature sometimes made people question his decisions. but he'd always listen and change his ideals if needed. just don't irk him, please.

personality:

elias will protect you until the ends of the earth. he will be the father figure in your life that you never knew you needed. he will keep you safe from anything in your way and he will do it with more passion and fire than a damn volcano. in a way, his protectiveness is almost aggressive. but he has a temper, one that can explode and ruin your day. while he never intends to hurt those he explodes on, he does want to attempt to teach them a lesson for what they've said or done. his intention is to make you understand why your decision was a bad one. elias loves with his whole heart and loves to relax and laugh in a stressful moment. he'll take you out on an adventure to the lake to "teach" you about fishing and push you in and laugh about it. he's playful and sweet and will always try to make your day.

#introductions.

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𝔯𝔥𝔶𝔤𝔢𝔯 "𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔎" 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔱 // intro.

alexander dreymon, cismale, he/him, 37 / 370 , illyrian ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems rhyger ❝ rook ❞ morcant has finally made it to the capital, the owner of a tavern called “the legless man” ( + smuggler/leader of mercenary band ) from night court is said to be enterprising and is said to describe themselves with loose tesserae jingling in a stolen leather purse, the burn of rebellion in a poor man’s eyes, the stench of unwashed working men and ale, splintered crates teeming with stolen blades, night-black visions of a world made anew and with all of this in mind their vengeful nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

general details;

ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: rhyger morcant ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(ꜱ): rook, among his mercenaries ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ: rhyger (masc) meaning 'moon on the wing' / morcant meaning ❝ merchant of ore ❞ ᴀɢᴇ: 37 / 370 ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: april 8 (aries sun, gemini moon, virgo rising) ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: a small village in the illyrian mountains, known for its mining prospects ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ: illyrian ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: cismale ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: he/him ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: heterosexual ( for now ) ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: heteroromantic ( for now ) ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: unattached ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: owner of a tavern in valeris called ❝ the legless man ❞ — it is a front for a mercenary company & thieves' guild ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: illyrian warrior, skilled with sword & sheild. excellent miner, merchant, and leader of men. weaver of nightmares & storm conjuror.

physical appearance, etc.;

ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ: always hoarse, as if he's been screaming over harsh winds for hours mostly due to dust inhalation from working in the mines as a young man. ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: alexander dreymon. ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: mahogany with glints of auburn in the sunlight, worn long and usually plaited to keep it out of his way. ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: blue-gray, one paler due to blindness/injury. ᴇʏᴇꜱɪɢʜᴛ: blind in right eye due to injury. ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'3" ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 220lbs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: hearty and stocky, thick muscles and limbs ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ: on his left shoulder: illyrian tattoos. ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: normally, utilitarian leathers and linen tunics. will often wear beautifully plated gauntlets. has heavy armor, but hasn't worn it since training camp. ᴅɪꜱᴛɪɴɢᴜɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ: mean scar between his eyes ꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ: campfire & ash & pine

personality;

ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: tireless, stalwart, dauntless, consistent, purposeful, diligent, organized, tenacious, amiable ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: vengeful, haunted, brooding, sharp-tongued, brutal, trenchant ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: good ale and company, stonemasonry, sparring, feather pillows & linen sheets, fishing, rock-climbing, camping, a blazing hearth ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: has a real issue with class heirarchy, hates feeling vulnerable ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: absolute darkness like in the mines ᴍᴏʀᴀʟ ᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ: chaotic neutral ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ: tempests ʙᴇᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ: stout ale, water with berries ꜰᴏᴏᴅ: stews, anything roasted over an open fire

headcanons and/or backstory; — tw: death, betrayal

— born in a small mountain town in the northern illyrian mountains, his family worked for a privately-owned company. like most who lived in the town, they worked in the mines & they were dirt-poor. their prized exports of obsidian and rare gems were sent directly to the southern courts, and they saw very little for their efforts. — those who worked in the mines were provided a special currency to be used in the town stores, also owned by the company. they were promised the stores would always be stocked with the highest quality food & goods, and promised the families a cut of the profits at the end of every long year, on top of their wages (which could only be used in the company's store). — just like his brothers before him, he went to work in the noreshi mines at the age of 12, small enough to wiggle through the tighter spaces with a little lantern and plant dynamite or a new course for those carrying pickaxes. it took him very little time to realize it was not what he wanted to do with his life. too many men were killed, too many died with dust in their lungs. rhyger would not be one of them. — after his constant requests for the investment of safer equipment and his protests for real compensation, he was seen as a problem to be squashed by those in power. but it was too late. the town had turned against them, and the young rhyger morcant was at their lead with a fierceness in his eyes born only of suffrage and injustice. — feeling as if they may have won the battle against their overseers, the town celebrated, lauding him as their savior. as the bonfires burned and the company-store ale flowed, the company's enforces invaded and destroyed the little village, tearing down the stores, setting fires to houses, and caving in the old mine with the last crew still inside. — rhyger was no longer a hero, but a beacon of death for those around him. he left for illyrian training camp, and swore to become strong, to build rebellion against those in power, the elite. — starting from the ground up, he began as a small business owner in valeris. the tavern called ❝ the legless man ❞ does well. it is known for it's huge, stone hearth (stacked with obsidian stones) and for the special morcant brew his father used to make. — rhyger also maintains the old mining town. he restored the mine to its former glory and employs men who work it safely and efficiently. the profits go to his men, his tavern, and to fund the rebellion. — those that work for him call him rook. — underneath this facade is a teeming criminal hive of mercenaries, spies, and thieves that rhyger trusts with his life. he works directly for a man of great power, doing everything in his power to subvert those of a higher station, quietly, deceptively, vengefully.

#introductions.

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𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔯𝔧𝔦𝔞 // intro.

oscar isaac, cismale, he/him, 41 / 410 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems meric arorjia has finally made it to the capital, the spymaster from dawn court is said to be crafty and is said to describe themselves with twin blades flashing like two suns rising, fitted leather gloves squeaking snugly as calloused hands are sheathed, the strain of mast & the whip of white sails in a morning storm, the mercurial trade of a fox’s cunning for a diplomat’s etiquette, and a stare 1000 heavens long and with all of this in mind their evasive nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

general details;

ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: meric arorjia ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(ꜱ): mer, for those in his family & those closest to him ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ: meric (masc) meaning ‘from the sea’ / arorjia meaning ‘first light’ or ‘dawnbreak’ ᴀɢᴇ: 41 / 410 ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: jan 31 (aquarius sun, scorpio moon, sagittarius rising) ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: born at sea, sailing off the eastern coast of the dawn court, prythian ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ: high fae ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: cismale ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: he/him ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: heterosexual ( for now ) ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: heteroromantic ( for now ) ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: unattached ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:  spymaster to the dawn court. ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: master of dual-wielding, stealth & espionage, having grown up in family that helped to smuggle human slaves away from hybern for centuries (at a cost, of course). a former fleet captain with great comfortability at sea. skilled healer.

physical appearance, etc.;

ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ: sometimes slips into the dialect of his sea-faring brethren which has more of a lilt, but otherwise, his accent is indistinguishable. his voice is a lower register, but warm and round-sounding. ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: oscar isaac ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: thick, spooling black curls, often slicked back or, if freshly washed, coiling out in all directions. ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: deep, sap-like brown. ᴇʏᴇꜱɪɢʜᴛ: hawkeyed ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'1" ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 190lbs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: strong & muscled, but agile and quick footed ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ: on his left shoulder: a broken dagger with an ivory handle ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: linen tunics, well-worn leathers, usually earthen hues, belts laden with pouches & daggers, the oldest barnacled boots you’ve ever fucking seen in your life ᴅɪꜱᴛɪɴɢᴜɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ: scar from a mean blade all along his forearm ꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ: sea air and citrus

personality;

ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: charismatic, free-spirited, disarming, strategic, well-connected, alluring, discerning, independent ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: rebellious, disobedient, tempestuous, quick-tempered, capricious, self-serving (sometimes), evasive ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: the sea, freedom, autonomy, adventure, travel, music (plays the lute), affinity for birds ᴅɪ��ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: dull & witless people, staying indoors, being told what to do ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: losing his freedom, his sister coming to harm, enclosed spaces ᴍᴏʀᴀʟ ᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ: chaotic neutral/good ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ: healing & dreams ʙᴇᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ: whiskey & fruit juices ꜰᴏᴏᴅ: fresh-caught fish, spicy sauces, green veggies (raw & cooked)

headcanons and/or backstory;

— born on the deck of the ship “first light” to a family of seafaring folk, meric didn’t touch dry land until his 4th year. he learned how small, tight-knit circles work, how true family and loyalty feels, and mastered his sealegs long before most pirates. — his family were pirates, the lineage made up of pillagers and treasure-seekers defected from the noble dawn court for centuries. his father, melor, captain of their great 13-ship fleet, was catalyst for change in the crew’s misdeeds. after witnessing a ship of hybern human slaves left to sink by ambivalent hybern traffickers, he and his crew rushed to save who they could and vowed to begin assisting in the safe emancipation of those chained humans that came thereafter. — a noble effort turned into a profitable-enough trade. while the humans were never taken advantage of, they would require either a sponsor from prythian or would have to pay for passage. after all, the risk of incurring the wrath of the royal court of hybern was deadly at best. before meric knew it, he was organizing shipments from one coast to the other, and breaking human’s out of their chains. — his family basked in the valor of their deeds as well as the profit and lived a comfortable life until they were betrayed by one of their own for gold. meric’s older brother turned his back on his family for a position of power among the hybern court, stealing meric’s lover with him. — the hybern court was vicious in their pursuit of the ivory fleet, destroying every birchwood ship, one by one, in a long pursuit that lasted nearly 2 years. when the last mast cracked and fell beneath the surface of the sea, only a handful of crew members were left standing. and only meric and his youngest sister survived.  — navigating a life on land was difficult, especially with limited currency, but meric’s skill as a tactician and ability to move through the varying realms of high and low society ensure that his sister did not starve and, eventually, lived the life suitable of a young lady of high status in the dawn court. — meric has been able to win his position of spymaster after years and years of working as the right hand to the former one. it was a matter of smooth succession in the end, and he has served in the post for a century. those that remain of his crew also serve him, reaching out into the courts as his eyes and ears.

#introductions.

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ysarie's body exuded a palpable aura of unease, which followed them to a park bench and promptly made itself comfortable in the slump of their shoulders. it was becoming apparent that there was no use in trying to acclimate to gaea. ysarie had gathered enough evidence to say quite confidently that they were incapable of acclimating to most things, and capital life would be no exception. too many overlapping sounds. they weren't fond of the sense of unrest that seemed to hover over the city either, but mostly the noise. ysarie imagined they looked quite pathetic to passersby. head tipped back, eyes shut, flanked on either side by bags of produce. why was it that they were stoic around blood and gore, but fell to pieces when it was too loud at the market? the public garden was a blessing, unkempt and rather empty at that time of day. which made it all the more upsetting when the sound of footsteps approaching reached their ears. ysarie looked up, their expression courteous but clearly strained. they refused to let being overwhelmed cause them to be unkind. "im so sorry, do you need the bench? i should be getting home anyway..." ysarie's voice faded away as they prepared to lift up their purchases, avoiding eye contact. "I hope you love the bench? i mean, have a lovely day?" they needed to exit the interaction as quickly as was physically possible, before they embarrassed themselves in a way they couldn't recover from.

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"please, allow me," nameri says, a soft smile gracing her lips as she reaches a hand out to the little girl in front of her. she's bleeding from a cut on her arm -- nothing major, but sometimes can be prone to infection, especially when so young. the girl pouts and holds her arm out, and nameri gets started. the interior of the shop can be described by most as "crowded", with salves, herbs, and tools on every surface. here in one of her healing corners, however, it's meticulously organized.

as she cleans it, she turns to the person who had just walked in and stood next to her, watching the interaction. "please, come in. would you mind handing me that box on the counter over there?" she points at the small green box a few feet away. she'll address them when she's done, for now she just wants to patch the little girl up. she's reminded of her own daughter, and empathy rolls through her.

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" ariela barer, nonbinary, they/she, 25 / 55, cauldron made fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems YSARIE BEN has finally made it to the capital, the HEALER/ARTIST from AUTUMN COURT is said to be COMPASSIONATE and is said to describe themselves with FRAYING SWEATERS, GOLDEN LEAVES DRIFTING DOWN TO THE FOREST FLOOR, NAILS BITTEN BLOODY and with all of this in mind their APPREHENSIVE nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. "

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME:  ysarie ze'ev ben NICKNAME(S): benny, ari AGE: 55 PLACE OF BIRTH: autumn court GENDER: nonbinary PRONOUNS: they/she SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: bisexual OCCUPATION: healer/painter

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM: ariela barer HAIR COLOR: black EYE COLOR: gold TATTOOS: see inspo page! CLOTHING STYLE: see inspo page! DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: see inspo page!

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS: compassionate, inquisitive, principled NEGATIVE TRAITS: anxious, obsessive, easily-distracted LIKES: painting, books, being alone, the color yellow DISLIKES: rich people, hot weather, making conversation FEARS: meeting new people, loss of control, birds HABITS: nail biting, humming GOALS AND AMBITIONS: alleviating pain ASTROLOGY: pisces <3 MORAL ALIGNMENT: neutral good MUSIC: playlist!

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nameri zhou. written by daisy.

michelle yeoh, cis female, she/her, 56 / 560 , fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems nameri zhou has finally made it to the capital, the  healer/medic from the dawn court is said to be perceptive and cautious and is said to describe themselves with a cool breeze, a quiet contemplative moment, and the feeling of a warm hug and with all of this in mind their arrogant and headstrong nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

general details.

full name:  nameri zhou name meaning: a truly pure heart age:  56 / 560 gender: cis female pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: bisexual occupation: healer/medic education: trained as a medic living arrangements: lives in a sort of apartment/shared accommodation sort of situation with her adoptive daughter, of sorts faceclaim: michelle yeoh

physical appearance, etc.

hair color and style: long and brown, usually kept half-up, in a neat style out of her face eye color: brown height: 5'4 body and build: seems smaller in stature but she has muscle, physical strength, and a sharp look about her, like she's definitely someone you don't want to mistaken for weak tattoos: slightly faded, rune-looking ones down her arms distinguishing characteristics: she has a very calm nature about her. she's the type in a room you would gravitate towards

personality.

positive traits: observant, negative traits: peckish, headstrong, sometimes arrogant habits: typically does not look past her own knowledge and assumptions without a bit of a push in that direction goals and ambitions: she likes to say she has none, that she has no ambition for power or war or popularity, that she is fulfilled by her relationships and friendships. some might say that that is her ambition moral alignment: yet to be determined

head canons and/or backstory.

she was born into a household that did not make her who she was. although her parents were loving and had a decent relationship with her, they were never home, always out scraping up coin to help raise her and her brother. the area in which they lived was poor, full of brawls and pubs and none of what she wanted in life. all her father wanted was to be royal, to make their family name powerful. it was that seek for power that tore apart his household from the inside, and what led to nameri resenting the hunt for it.

her brother had ambition. he wished to join the army, to serve his court and his life. he fell into the wrong hands when he tried. a life of service was lost to him and he fell into the wrong crowds, bringing home dangerous people, forcing nameri to learn to fend to herself from a very young age. she did not want to become a warrior, that was never her ambition. she did not want to become rich, either. inevitably, she left home.

she had been living on her own for a few decades, scraping together odd jobs, when her family called her home. at the time she was working as a guard to a small well off fae family -- fishermen -- and fell in love with the boy she was protecting, leading to a secret relationship on the side. once home, an all-out war ensued. her father tried to demanded that she see that her job as a guard was a perfect entry point into "marrying into" a family with money, increased tenfold when he found out that she was already dating one of them. but the war ended when nameri's brother broke down in tears and confessed his sins to her.

she ran back, but she the two day journey meant she was far too late. the kidnapping of the son had led to a bounty, which had paid off her brother's owings almost instantly. one thing led to another, and unfortunately the boy's kidnappers killed him accidentally, leaving his body in a ditch. nameri was blamed by the family. ashamed, she ran off for years. her perspective of the world changed in an instant. she never spoke to her family again.

almost 200 years later, she sought more than just day-to-day jobs, and found herself training to be a healer for the army. the job was the first fulfilling thing that she'd felt in ages. she moved into a city and started a new life as a healer. finally, she settled into what she felt was a much easier life. the scars of her past slowly healed.

however, she still did not trust people intimately. at least, until she met a young fae girl half her age, who had no family and no prospects, nothing but a mentor who had kicked her out of their house for stealing. on her way back to her home, she had found her on the streets, injured from a cut to her leg. it had been a split second decision to take her home and patch her up, but it had changed her fate forever. from then on, she had someone.

slowly, over time, nameri learned many lessons. she learned the value of close connections, and how even if you have been burned before, burns can heal. she found herself satisfied with her job and her life, and found herself feeling fulfilled, finally. now, she continues to work as a medic/healer for members of the dawn court. her interests do not lie in politics or war, but rather, on human connections. she's learned how to be a shoulder to lean on, a listening ear. how to heal more than just injuries.

they are widely regarded as one of the best healers in the dawn court.

#introduction.

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‘ elle fanning, cis woman, she/her, 25 / 250 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems vasilisa petrovic has finally made it to the capital, the healer/high priestess from the dawn court is said to be compassionate and is said to describe themselves with freshly watered flowers with beads of water sparkling in sunlight, a red ribbon tied into a beautiful bow, and the sun rising on a rainy night leaving a rainbow behind and with all of this in mind their altruistic nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

general details.

full name: vasilisa petrovic nickname(s): vee, lisa name meaning: "queen/empress" in greek age:  25 but rlly 250 date of birth:   species:  high fae gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: bisexual romantic orientation: biromatic occupation: high preiestess ( healer in free time ) family: daxton vennes — half-brother ( @stxrfclls )

physical appearance, etc.

faceclaim: elle fanning hair color and style: chest-length blond hair, often down but pulled away from face with a braid and flowers eye color: clear blue height: 5'5" body and build: slim somewhat frail-looking tattoos: none clothing style: generally light colours and flowy dresses if ever outside robes distinguishing characteristics: birthmark on her right hip that looks like a constellation signature scent: water lily & lavendar

head canons and/or backstory.

lisa was born in the dawn court to her mother and father. she didn't see much of her father but her mother only stressed that he was "better than her life before." she never really knew what she meant but she was glad her mother was happier here and lisa spent most of her energy trying to make her mother happy

and thus because the foundation for lisa's personality. she always sought to make people happy. she would do this and that and anything that seemed to make others happy, even if she worked herself to exhaustion

when she joined the temple it wasn't much different, but she felt like at least she could see genuine appreciation for her work. she's been pretty happy and fairly sheltered, but with everything that's been going on, she's working herself even harder and she's starting to feel herself fraying at the edges

connections

can someone pls get injured and secretly come to lisa often to get treated pls, bonus points if they're from another court

let me have her have a one sided crush OKAY she's sweet and innocent and probably won't even tell your character because she's too nervous

i would love someone to irk her because i don't think that's an easy feat, she's pretty chill but someone out there gotta know how to push buttons

#introduction.

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‘ adria arjona, cis woman, she/her, 33 / 330 , half illyrian, half high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems leandra aragones has finally made it to the capital, the second in command from summer court is said to be resilient and is said to describe themselves with the weight of family legacy, early mornings, sun kissed freckles, charming smiles that hide resentment and with all of this in mind their manipulative nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. 

STATS

full name: leandra faran aragones nickname(s): lea, lee age: 33/330 date of birth: october 28 (scorpio) gender: cis woman (she/her) sexual orientation: pansexual job: second in command of the summer court traits: resilient, charming, resourceful, manipulative, resentful, stubborn abilities: very adept at glamour magic and water manipulation, typical high fae powers, flight — has bat like wings that she often keeps hidden beneath a glamour

APPEARANCE

faceclaim: adria arjona hair color and style: brunette, usually worn down in natural waves eye color: brown height: 5'8" tattoos: she has a few hidden tattoos on her back and ribs piercings: a few on each ear

BACKGROUND

born to an illyrian father and a mother who was part of the summer court inner circle, her father was a prominent member of the court's military and her mother was known for the power of her mind and insightful decision making

she was an only child and a lot was always expected of her, leandra was up for the challenge

she was raised among other prominent families in the realm and had the best of the best private tutors and trainers at her disposal

she never buckled under the pressure, exceeding all expectation put onto her

she traveled throughout prythian, getting as many unique experiences as she could, all while cultivating her powerful gifts

during her time away, she fell in love with illyrian warrior, there was so much of her that desired to stay with them and create a life free from the pressure of her family and the court, but her loyalty to her family was too great and she returned and became the second in command

she isn't particularly a fan of the current leadership of the summer court, but she decided that despite this, she will fulfill the role she was born to play and will work to make the court better even if she doesn't agree with her high lady

she sees this visit to the capital as an assest, an opportunity to learn more and to cultivate alliances and find information — she's not going to let this go to waste

PERSONALITY

leandra is a hard worker, works tirelessly to keep the inner circle on track and the court running smoothly

she's charming and will do anything to get what she wants, using this charm to manipulate others

she's very powerful, possesses a lot of magical abilities, but rarely shows this off, preferring to leave people to underestimate her

secretive, has a small circle of people she feels she can truly trust, though she is outgoing and good with strangers, good at making people feel comfortable and lulling them into a sense of security (false or not? who's to say!)

ambitious, but also very passionate about the citizens of summer court and always tries to do what's best for the people

always considers the way her decisions will reflect on her family and on her reputation

WANTED: the illyrian she fell in love with and then left (lovers to exes to enemies to ??? vibes), friends within her court, circle of people she trusts, people who share her concerns about court leadership, enemies, flings, allies from outside the court, people she became close with on her journeys throughout the realms

#introductions.

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𓆰𓆪 //.| ― cauldron save you. it seems Lysinea Sylaise has finally made it to the capital, the high priestess from gaea (formerly autumn court) is said to be devoted and is said to describe themselves with a red dragon arising from smoke and ashes, the subtle glint of a knife from between layers of red silk, tears falling on bloodied soil, the sound of wooden wind chimes mixed with softly sung hymns, the glimpse of an alter through intricately shaped latticework and with all of this in mind their stoic nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ______________________________________________________________

    &.AESTHETICS ,   BIOGRAPHY   ,  PLAYLIST  ,  PINTEREST  ,

full name:  Lysinea Hazel Sylaise nickname(s): Lys

place of birth: Autumn court current location: Gaea occupation:  High Priestess

Character inspiration: Mai (avatar), Shadowheart (Baldur's gate 3)

Family

mother: Annona DeVir father:  Leandros Sylaise sibling(s):  Tolland (deceased) & Vaen (status unknown) pet(s): An orange corn snake named Elio

Headcanons

Lysinea grew up in a sheltered environment. Her father resided in the king’s inner circle, as had his father before him, serving as the general of Autumn armies. A cunning strategist with seemingly unlimited fire power, that granted him the nickname ‘the Dragon’ on the battlefield. Her mother was a priestess, as devout to her religion as she was to her family. The pair of them model citizens of their society, disciplined and true. The pair had three children, two boys and a girl. As the middle child, Lys always tended to be the peacemaker between her two brothers as well as the one who managed to talk them out of the trouble they had gotten themselves into. As her father trained the two boys alongside him, her mother took her to places of worship from a very young age. She watched closely as her mother prepared services, aided those in need and prepared offerings for the Mother. The intentions behind the family structure was clear. She would follow in her mother’s footsteps, as her brothers would follow their father into the army. Aiming to one day climb to the top of the social ladder themselves and continue a legacy. 

On a faithed morning when Lys was only 9 years of age, her world would be turned upside down. Her mother’s mate, who was presumed to have died on the battlefield years before she was born, returned with the rays of dawn. By the time dusk began to set, the two of them had disappeared on the horizon for good. Taking her youngest brother with them, but leaving the two eldest behind. Speculations were whispered throughout court for months on how her mother’s mate could have returned from the grave. Some blamed her father for faking his death, locking him up far away from where anyone could find them. Others believed her father’s story, about how her mother had struck a deal with the ancient death gods to return her mate to her. Whatever the people wished to believe, it mattered not. It did make any difference to the changes that began to take shape in her life after her mother left her family behind. Her father still demanded her to spend several hours a day at the temple, training to become an important member of the religious society. When she was not spending her time at the temples, she trained alongside her brothers. No longer was she shielded from her father’s ways, fueled by his wrath over losing his wife. The demand for excellence and ultimate loyalty slowly began to chip away at her softer nature as she adapted to a new way of life. 

As Lysinea and her brother grew into their teens, their father began to pit them against one another more often. Making sure they would excel in his eyes as well as prove their undying loyalty to him. Since their mother left, the two had become thick as thieves. However the pressure to constantly outshine the other, both physically as well as mentally, began to take its toll on their relationship. As they were forced to train with one another , fighting often until blood was shed, spectators could see the twinkle of humanity in their eyes dim with every slash landed and every blow they took. In the beginning, they would patch each other up after every fight but as time passed Lys began to loathe even the sight of her brother. Constantly reminding her the last threads of her old life that were slipping through her hands. 

A messenger announced the death of their father when Lys had just reached her 200th birthday. The immortal fae had been killed in battle by unholy, otherworldly creatures. Successfully defending his court but so fatally injured not even the skilled healers of the winter court could undo the damage done. A funeral service passed, leaving little impressions behind. Perhaps she had twisted her own memory in order not to feel the last slither of pain she had left inside of her. The final strands of emotions left to bury, before she could reach her full potential. By vote, her brother landed the position of the king’s new general. A few months later, Lys was promoted to serve the Mother in the highest rank of the priestess order. Taking the place beside the High Priestess as her apprentice. At last, the two siblings had come close to reaching their full potential. Without their father’s prying eyes upon them, Lysinea felt a spark of hope to reconnect with her brother once more. A glimmer, that would soon fade when her world would be turned upside down once more. 

As she was away on a final pilgrimage, word reached her that her brother had done the unthinkable. The general had done the unthinkable. He had challenged the High King to a Blood duel for his title and crown. Though everything inside of her screamed at her to return home, to stop her brother from his own arrogance. So she rode home, hardly ever resting to return on the day of the duel. Even if she wanted to stop it, the vow had been made and the challenge announced. All she could do was attend the battle, even though her heart had long known the outcome. And so she watched, alongside the courtiers, as the last of her blood fell to the sword of her king. Staining the soil of their lands red and tearing the final peace of light from her soul. 

When she was anointed High Priestess, she remained in the Autumn court for a little less than 50 years before the ghost that haunted her from the past became impossible to escape. The autumn leaves that blew past on a breeze, the warm golden sunlight and the friendly faces at court. It continued to remind her of all she had lost and the hole that was left where her heart used to be. When an opportunity arose to serve in the capital city, Lys did not hesitate a single moment. She packed what little of value she had and fled the capital. Burning all ties to the land she used to call her home. How she should have known it would always come back to haunt her…

#introductions.

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kaida  did  not  do  well  with  being  trapped,  nor  did  she  do  well  with  the  unknown.  the  mercenary  of  winter  was  skilled  in  many  ways,  they  could  handle  nearly  any  situation  on  their  own,  but  this  ?  it  was  entirely  out  of  their  control,  unheard  of  and  unknown.  it  brought  out  the  more  bitter  parts  of  the  lady,  and  thus  she  found  herself  sitting  on  a  bench  outside,  watching  as  many  fretted  about  and  stared  at  the  sky.  when  someone  slowed  before  them,  the  urge  to  speak  was  not  so  easily  resisted.  “  do  you  think  it  would  come  back  so  soon  ?  ”

#starters.

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𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 / (0/3)

the smoke peels back slowly to reveal a sea of aching blue & the rumble in the earth fades to stillness. the commander's yellow eyes are trustworthy enough that he doesn't question what he's seen, and he can't tune out the whispery conversations bubbling up around him — great, winged beasts of air and fire. fire. the burn scar that starts beneath his jaw and trails down beneath his worn pelts and leathers comes alive at the thought. there is still fear in him, a thing he's scraped out of the marrow with diligence for years. somehow it persists: an angry, determined & searing sensation that begs him to take action. his wings twitch, daring him to yet again chase the great shadows that tormented them — his pursuit had been to no avail. finally, he musters the constitution to look away from the yawning sky but he his highly attuned to it, waiting, wings & limbs ready for the moment he will need to shoot up into the air.

his eyes level on the one lingering nearest him, the one who's watched the sky finally clear, felt the ground go still. ❝ this isn't the last we'll see of them. whatever game they are playing, it's an intentional show of power & they've made their presence known for a reason. ❞ what he asks next is pensive, soft, and without expectation of an answer. he dares not look skyward once more. ❝ what could a force so powerful want from us? ❞

#starters.

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☆ﾟ*·ﾟ SPOTTING AN ATTRACTIVE person across the way, kieran wondered if he had enough swagger to actually succeed in talking to her. but before he could, he realized that he might not be the best smooth talker. much of the time, kieran was fairly chaotic, silly, and didn't necessarily always say the right thing when trying to impress someone. so, as a result, he knew he needed to ask. turning to the person next to him, kieran chuckled softly, "what's your best pick up line? i need a good one to impress them over there."

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#starters.

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‘ zendya, cisfemale, she/her, 27 / 270 , species ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems ellie aster has finally made it to the capital, the lady from the day court is said to be enthusiastic and is said to describe themselves with colorful and ethereal dresses full of flowers, hesitancy to break any rules that might get her in trouble, days spent outside soaking up the sun as much as possible, surrounded by houseplants and homemade plant crowns, a desire to see the world carefully and with all of this in mind their worrisome nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ;  * sibling of the ruler

full name: ellie katherine aster nicknames: el age: 27/270 date of birth: december 4th gender: cisfemale pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: unknown faceclaim: zendaya hair color: black/brown eye color: dark brown height: 5'8 signature scent: sunflower & cotton candy

background:

ellie was born into a world full of boys, but from the very beginning, she was loved. and she enjoyed every second of it. she did get spoiled a lot, but it fit her personality. it gave her reasons to make her brothers happy and do things with them as much as she could. all of this changed as they grew up, starting to do more things for the court. but ellie never changed. when she started learning how to read, she wanted to learn everything about every court she could, and loves to spend time in the courtyard reading. there's not a lot that frightens her regarding the outside world. she'll befriend a worm or a bumblebee.

her one request with her wardrobe was that it was flowy enough to allow her to run and play outside in the flowers. she tries her best to be as helpful as she can, but honestly, ellie doesn't know what all she can do. she hopes that someday, she can help out with things around the court. until then, she's perfectly happy taking care of the animals and plants outside.

she's willing to learn just about everything she can from her brothers, but she's not necessarily always good at it, but she'll always try as hard as she can. one of the things she's wanted to learn for a while but been scared to learn was combat. ellie doesn't believe that she's strong enough to do so, or that she'll be able to actually be as successful as her brothers.

but until then, she'll learn as much about the history and the other world to be as helpful as she can be.

personality:

ellie adores that she gets the opportunity to wear beautiful dresses every day. she thoroughly enjoys wearing anything that makes her look like a flower. the sunshine is one of her favorite things about living in the day court. ellie is very soft but is also really gullible, so it tends to get her in trouble quite a bit. in reality, she's very sweet, and seems a lot more innocent than she should be at her age. she wants to explore the world, and most definitely is the kind that would get in trouble very easy because she's way too curious about everything. she has major golden retriever energy.

#introductions.

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‘ henry cavill, cismale, he/him, 37 / 370 , illyrian & high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems vyros grau has finally made it to the capital, the second in command from the winter court is said to be ardent and is said to describe themselves with a ribbon of night birds winding around a great mountain, hoarfrost cracking underfoot, the undying glow of embers in the cold dark, velvet black wings stark against the snow and with all of this in mind their mordant nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time. ; written by aerin.

general details.

ꜰᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ: vyros rhaedyn grau ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(ꜱ): "the white raven" — for his coloring ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ: vyros (masc) meaning "a council of wolves" / rhaedyn (masc): a pelt of white fur or feathers / grau: the vestige of a mountain range at twilight ᴀɢᴇ: 37 / 370 ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: dec 21 (sagittarius sun, aries moon, capricorn rising) ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: castle grau, winter court, prythian ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ: high fae / illyrian ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: cismale ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ: he/him ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: demisexual ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: demiromantic ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:  second in command to the high lady of the winter court ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: tained illyrian, battlemaster & strategist, a master with heavy, two-handed weapons as well as dual-wielding and shieldwork, well-versed in managing an estate & an army, basic skills in leatherworking, first aid, and smithing, expert astral traveler & icewielder, adept at winnowing ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ: a deep, rumbling voice that's quite gravelly / capable of a booming roar that can gain the attention of an army when necessary

physical appearance, etc.

ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: henry cavill (as the witcher) ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: white, worn long, sometimes plaited, rarely perfectly kempt; there is often stray hairs loose and flyaways ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: golden amber ᴇʏᴇꜱɪɢʜᴛ: hawkeyed ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'5" ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 228lbs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ: broad & muscled ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ: illyrian tattoos across chest, back and arms ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢꜱ: earlobes & cuffs ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ: utilitarian leathers, linen tunics, often embellished with or lined with pelts ᴅɪꜱᴛɪɴɢᴜɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ: burn scar that starts under his left jaw and descends down his neck to his back and stops around the top of his left glute ꜱɪɢɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ: leather & amber musk

personality.

ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: ardent, loyal, strategic, observant, generous, protective, self-sacrificing, biting wit, honest ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ: mordant, seems emotionally unavailable, critical, harsh, trenchant, terse, unforgiving, cagey ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: pipe tobacco, hunting, sketching, banter (when it's good), woodworking, traveling, cold weather, strong character, dreaming/astral projection ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ: superfluousness, idle chatter, pageantry, hypocrisy, feeling vulnerable, idleness, flakey individuals ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ: the fall of his court, harm coming to those he's vowed to protect & those he cares for, fire ᴍᴏʀᴀʟ ᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ: generally good with flares of chaotic neutral ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ: ice ʙᴇᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ: enjoys ales and black teas ꜰᴏᴏᴅ: favors nuts & berries & dried/salted meats

head canons and/or backstory. (tw: child abuse/neglect, death, infant death)

born to the ruinous, crumbling stone halls of castle grau, you are hated by your father and adored by your waning mother. a child experiencing such extremes, such polarization within those frozen halls is bound to age swiftly, to be strategic of step and speech. when your mother dies during childbirth, you are but twelve, and sit at her deathly side, distantly holding your infant, blood-smattered sister for hours. when you are found by a handmaid and shaken out of shock, you look down to find you sister is stillborn.

this event changes you in ways you may never truly comprehend. once you had been hopeful about the future, about your escape from the wintry wasteland at the northmost point of prythian, forgotten and desolate as a tomb. now, you know that hope is for fools, and that you must become as harsh as the craggy, black mountains that surround your home. you must allow the ice in your veins to become your armor.

in a drunken rage following the death of his wife and infant daughter, your father sets fire to your home. the fire that overcame you while you slept will scar you for the rest of your life. thankfully, it was that fire that claimed your father's life, as well.

you are on your own for several years, learning what trades you can. at 14, you are accepted as a blacksmith's apprentice, and you take to the work with a fierceness of devotion that's surprising. it is something to hold onto, something to learn, something to lose yourself in, and it feeds you, and you welcome the work as if it were a long-lost, nurturing mother.

you escape from your reality every night, roving the astral plains with the adventurous spark that died in your waking life. here, you are untouchable, unreachable. here, you drift high above, away from the sharpness of your life, away from the cruelty that lies waiting for you.

at the age you are permitted to join the winter court's army, some of this darkness in you draws back. you find your worth as an instrument of violence; it seems you are powerfully strong for your age, that you understand your body to be a weapon in ways that cannot be taught. war goes hand-in-hand with your brutal world, for you have been growing, a tender green thing in a cold world for so long. this path takes you away from home, where you eventually train as an illyrian and sprout black wings. you are who you were meant to be.

when you learn of the winter court's tragedy — the death of the high lord and his heirs — you answer the call to return, pledging your life to your new high lady, eager to see her through this transitional period, and eager to prove yourself and find your place in the world.

#introductions.

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divinya is admittedly a bit on edge today. their nerves are frayed and exposed, eyes wary despite their normally aptly trained neutrality. it had been quite a while since they'd faced an armory alone, in quiet reverance; longer still since they'd let off some bottled up steam. their senses have always been on high alert, but with their recent lack of sleep, it had increased tenfold. it's with that anxiety that they react on instinct when they notice someone following a bit too close down a mostly empty street. without turning, they place a hand on their hip, a stance that isn't so much threatening as it is a quiet warning. "if you intend to follow me, you'd do best to be a little more subtle."

#starters.

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‘ rahul kohli, cismale, he/him, 35 / 350 , illyrian ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems kieran acharya has finally made it to the capital, the second in command from the autumn court is said to be imaginative and is said to describe themselves with the smell of freshly falling leaves, chaotic baking afternoons full of messes, clashing swords and swear words echoing through the woods, healing and calming auras filling hearts close by and with all of this in mind their impulsive nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

full name: kieran visha acharya nicknames: kie, kier age: 35/350 date of birth: gender: cismale pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: bisexual faceclaim: rahul kholi hair color: black eye color: dark brown height: 6'4 tattoos: illyrian tattoos (and some he'll never share) signature scent: vanilla & lavender

background:

kieran doesn't remember much before basic training. or perhaps it's that he doesn't want to remember. his whole world was based around his illyrian training. as a kid, all he could remember was picking up a sword and learning to fly. even the stress of learning how his wings worked was pushed so far back in his head that he couldn't tell you how all of it happened. but he was good at it, incredibly good at it and he knew it. kieran knew his strengths and weaknesses and made sure everyone else knew it too. despite all of this foolishness, the autumn court gave him a home. they allowed him a place to live and be himself.

he joined the autumn army, needing to find a kinship with others. kieran wanted to show his love to the court that gave him a life. but it was the best decision he'd ever made. there, he found his best friend, suho, the one that he'd do just about anything for, no matter what. rising through the ranks, kieran forced himself to train harder and harder each and every day to become as strong as he could.

but not everything was always so easy. kieran was far too impulsive for his own good and always found himself in sticky situations. but kieran was the kind that could always find a solution in any situation. and not just a generic solution, but instead, he came up with the most creative solutions he could. they were all incredibly creative, but at the same time, really bizarre.

due to him being horribly impulsive, kieran found himself constantly covered in scratches and bruises, and as a result, learned how to take care of himself. his knowledge of bandages and herbal tea remedies were always helpful to any type of healing he needed. in fact, he was incredibly proud of himself for it.

when suho became high lord, kieran, while shocked, knew that no matter what, he would support his best friend. becoming the second in command, he made sure to do the very best job he could. and her loves his life. it's everything he could want.

personality:

kieran is very impulsive, always wanting to go on an adventure, try something new, or in reality, do something really foolish. but he's very imaginative and loves to come up with new ideas for almost everything. he's very kind, loving, and sweet, but he does have rage issues and can freak out over the smallest thing. when he does, he tends to grumble and groan in gibberish and only suho knows how to get him out of it. his spontaneous nature isn't always a good thing and gets him into quite a bit of trouble.

there's more, but my brain tired.

#introductions.