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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."
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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.
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‘ zeeko zaki, cis man, he/him, 35 / 350 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems ersham farraj has finally made it to the capital, the scribe/scholar from night court is said to be insightful and is said to describe themselves with spilled ink, the smell of old books, actions not words, sleepless nights and with all of this in mind their withdrawn nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
STATS
full name: ersham farraj
nickname(s): he hates nicknames, but feel free to try it and see what happens!
age: 35/350
date of birth: january 12 (capricorn)
gender: cis man (he/him)
sexual orientation: heterosexual
job: scribe/scholar of the night court
traits: insightful, organized, ambitious, withdrawn, cynical, grumpy
abilities: typical high fae powers
APPEARANCE
faceclaim: zeeko zaki
hair color and style: black, short and well-kept just like his beard
eye color: brown
height: 6'5"
tattoos: none
piercings: none
BACKGROUND tw death
the oldest of three and the only son, ersham was raised by very involved diplomat/emissary parents who were lauded and loved by those most important in the night court
they had envisioned him as a strong soldier or as an emissary like themselves, but he was never that type, preferring to keep to himself and his books
he took care of his younger sisters and learned all that he could
he became a scholar of numerous subjects and an incredible writer, able to read and write many ancient languages and speak eloquently on many topics
when his middle sister, shula, was still quite young, she went on a trip with their parents because ersham refused, telling his parents that there was no way he could follow in their footsteps; on their journey, they were attacked and his sister was killed
ersham blames himself and the guilt lays heavy on him to this day though it was decades and decades ago — maybe if he had gone like his parents had wanted, none of this would have ever happened
despite his guilt, he kept on in his studies, growing up to serve the court with his gift of scholarship
PERSONALITY
a very hard worker and academic, incredibly smart and helpful with pretty much any thing
but is incredibly bad at maintaining healthy relationships, is afraid to get close to anyone
insomniac, partially because of his tireless work and partially because of... poor mental health
not very friendly, will turn on the little charm he possesses if he absolutely has to, but he likes to keep to himself and is largely a grump
quiet, says more in what he does
man of few spoken words but MANY written words
still has a very strained relationship with his parents, loves to be the family disappointment
close with his sister, but, of course, that bond is a bit strained just due to the blame he puts on himself for shula's death
distrustful of most things and people just in general
WANTED: friends (he is bad at friendship but he is loyal!), other academics, enemies?, the donkey to his shrek (very grumpy shrek coded), people he's protective of (probably in hidden), would really love an ex he royally messed things up with probably the only person he's ever been serious about — anything !! fr! let's goooo
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‘ aron piper, cis man, he/him, 26 / 260 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems atlas caadlawon has finally made it to the capital, the lord from dawn court is said to be independent and is said to describe themselves with loud laughter, paint-stained clothes, crooked smirks, calloused hands and with all of this in mind their chaotic nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
STATS
full name: lord atlas godwin caadlawon
nickname(s): atty, whatever else you want to call him he isn't picky
age: 26/260
date of birth: february 2 (aquarius)
gender: cis man (he/him)
sexual orientation: bisexual
traits: independent, creative, outgoing, chaotic, impulsive, childish
abilities: healing, high fae powers
APPEARANCE
faceclaim: arón piper
hair color and style: naturally brown, but he often dyes/bleaches it — currently brown and cut short
eye color: hazel
height: 6'0"
tattoos: several along his arms, back, chest, and torso
piercings: ears, probably at least one nipple
BACKGROUND
the youngest of the caadlawon clan, atlas was born too early, small and sickly (the irony for the court known for its healing), a true "runt of the litter"
despite being tiny and scrawny growing up, he kept up with the other children, never wanting to be left out or left behind
his abilities developed slowly, his healing has never been as good as his older siblings and he knows it probably never will be
when he was younger, his father put a lot of pressure on him to succeed and make the family proud, but atlas has never been very good at the diplomatic and 'official duty' things, his father eventually kind of just gave up on trying to form him into any sort of useful heir
he was left to his own devices much of the time, picking up painting as a hobby, he's a great artist and expresses himself best through art
he doesn't have much direction and feels a little bit lost, but he is Trying (sometimes)
PERSONALITY
he's not necessarily a troublemaker, but wherever he goes chaos kind of follows in his wake
annoying little brother energy for sure
he's very outgoing and disorganized and all over the place
not much of a filter, talks way more than he probably should
loves to have a good time and uses his privileges as a lord to do so
he ADORES his siblings, truly, and feels bad that it seems he has so much less responsibility than the rest of them and really DOES want to make them proud; he tries to spend time with them as much as possible and tries to be of any help
feels like his dad didn't really care about him and ignored him and so has some really fun, cool abandonment issues in regard to that lol
he's just a bit of a hot mess
but gets verrrrry locked in with his art, if he's painting he usually can't be pulled away easily
very flirty, very fun
not a lot of forethought goes into any decision he makes
WANTED: flings, hookups (past and present), close friends, confidante, a crush perhaps, enemies, people who tolerate him and his annoyance... idk anything please!!! (will try and formulate a REAL list stay tuned)
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‘ tati gabrielle, demi woman, she/they, 28 / 280 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems kaida hathaway has finally made it to the capital, the mercenary from the winter court is said to be bold and is said to describe themselves with the bitter burn of rum as it slides down your throat / the perfect throwing knife / crafted personas worn like an outfit 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. ; written by honey.
𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬
full name . kaida hathaway
nickname . kai
age . 28 appearance / 280 actual
sexuality . pansexual
occupation . mercenary
species . high fae
loyalty . the winter court
height . 5'7"
𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬
( tw : infidelity )
love is such an interesting little concept, something that kai has absolutely no interest in after she watched it ruin her mother. their birth into this world was never planned, a happy surprise on her mother’s end, a unwelcome on her father’s. a lord of autumn, he was already wed, planning to have children with a wife of his own… the beautiful lady of winter was never in his plans either. astrid hathaway was a beauty of her own, youngest sibling of the hathaways and eagerly traveling around prythian before agreeing to settle down with one of the suitors her parents picked for her. meeting nathan ashway and being swept off her feet wasn’t what she ever expected when she came to the autumn court. he was married, she knew it was wrong, but astrid fell head over heels for the charming lord… only the love was not returned, the man using her for nothing but a bit of fun before he started his own family. the night astrid announced her pregnancy, he demanded she leave, and announced wishing nothing to do with the babe they created.
broken hearted, astrid returned to the winter court where she would raise kaida alongside their cousins, never falling in love again and preaching the dangers of it to any who would listen. kai took those lessons to heart, placing their own under lock and key. years later their father reached out, but it took decades before kai even deigned to reply. she visited autumn once, meeting her cousins, half siblings, and father for the first time. it didn’t go horribly, but the visit was cut short when kai got a contract that pulled her to the capital. their job always came first, something they would not waiver on. they never visited autumn again.
in their youth, a former general in the winter court took an interest in the angry little child. he took her under his wing and trained her to be the perfect little weapon. a child shouldn’t love getting knives as presents, but it was one of the few things to bring a smile to kai’s lips. becoming a mercenary for hire was never quite what her mother envisioned, but there was no changing kai’s mind once it was set.
kai is whip smart, a schemer and a planner even if people might not expect it. they play the game of chess while everyone else is playing checkers. she has little fear in her body, a bold and brash fae with little to worry about and no shame whatsoever. kai likes to poke at people for amusement, loves getting under someone’s skin. deep down she possesses the ability to be loyal and caring, but right now that only extends to her cousin demetria and her mother.
despite growing up in winter, her powers far more align with that of autumn. her fire magic is the strongest, followed by astral projection and ice. they have no real skill in memory manipulation, but that could be due to refusing to even try. mind magic creeps them out.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
on main :
other ideas :
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬
✦ 𝔨𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 *⁎ , ✦ 𝔨𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔞 ⁑ threads *⁎
✦ 𝔨𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 *⁎ , ✦ 𝔨𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔞 ⁑ inspo *⁎
✦ 𝔨𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 *⁎ , ✦ 𝔨𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔞 ⁑ dev. *⁎
✦ 𝔨𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 *⁎ , ✦ 𝔨𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔞 ⁑ image *⁎
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‘ pooja hegde, cis-female, she/hers, 30 / 300, high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems LAILAH RAO has finally made it to the capital, the SPYMASTER from WINTER COURT is said to be RESOURCEFUL and is said to describe themselves with KEEN GAZE WATCHING EVERY ONE AND EVERY THING, SNOW FALLING AGAINST GLASS WINDOWS , THE INTENSE THRUMMING BENEATH YOUR SKIN, AND FORGING YOURSELF INTO A WEAPON. 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. ; adored by tessa
𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛
name : lailah rao
title : spymaster of the winter court
age : 30/300
species : high fae
gender, pronouns : cisfemale, she/her
marital status : single, unwed
orientation: heterosexual
affiliation : winter court
abilities : winnowing, ice manipulation, astral projections, combat skills
𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍
father : alive ; whereabouts unknown
mother : alive
stepfather father : alive
siblings : 2 half siblings, alive
𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎
hair : dark brown
eyes : dark brown
height : 5'7
𝚙𝚢𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢
moral alignment : chaotic neutral
characteristics : charming, impulsive, resourceful, loyal, assertive, intuitive
skills / interests: painting, swords, particularly skilled in games, sparring
...𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢
you were born out of wedlock so you were what your mother calls a mistake , but you don't know this until you've hit maturity. you presumed the man your mother married was your father, but you learn later your mother simply hid the truth from you
your mother had fallen for the former spymaster of the winter court, while he was a high fae in good standing, he would not choose between the woman he loved and his duty. your mother doesn't want this life, to have her husband at the beck and call of the high ruling family , she wanted to start a life together away from the court
so when she's pregnant with you, she keeps it from your father considering his refusal to leave the court as a rejection of her, and marries a tilted man quickly to pass you as his child. it seems that does not satisfy your mother, your a constant reminder of how the man she loved picked his duty over her, abandoned her. she does not give you affections, she gives you harsh words and what then your tender young mind believes to be a form of tough love from your mother
your mother raises you to be a wife, a proper lady, to marry a titled man and drills into you constantly not be foolish. you certainly do not want to marry a stranger. you wanted much more out of your life, you wished to be what your father ( unknown to you at this time ) was to be a part of something greater, to serve your high family as an an inner circle as the spymaster. you lived along side your father for years and never knew who he was. it seems as if neither did he, and when you do learn, its too late, he has left the winter court. for a time you leave the court as well, you run off and join the army when your mother and stepfather go behind your back to arrange a marriage for you
your time in the army has taught you much, it's there you hone your abilities, and you return when you learn that the high lord of the winter court has perished. when you return, you remain in court, working hard to prove yourself to the new high ruler of the winter court, to your high lady that you would serve her exceptionally, to you there's no greater honor than following in your biological father's footsteps and serving your home
years have gone by and you have no contact with your mother and you find no reason to after all that you've experienced at her hand. but your status as spymaster to the young high lady demetria allows you to search for your father, when you are not tied to your duty, you spend your free time searching for him
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‘ nicola coughlan, cis woman, she/her, 30 / 300, high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems eowynn caadlawon has finally made it to the capital, the lady from the dawn court is said to be bubbly and is said to describe themselves with faint laughter lines adorning tired eyes, warm as the sun and burning bright as one and fields of sunflowers and with all of this in mind their stubborn nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
statistics :
label: the philanthropist.
positive traits: bubbly, loyal, empathetic.
negative traits: stubborn, scatterbrained, idealistic.
orientation: bisexual, biomantic.
gender: cis woman ( she / her pronouns ).
age: 30. 300.
species: high fae.
position: lady (sibling to high lord).
court: dawn.
abilities: high fae powers, healing
mbti: enfp.
zodiac: cancer.
noteworthy features: fiery red hair, bright eyes, soft freckles across her nose, warm smile.
introduction :
you are the second eldest caadlawon, not the high lady, and you were thankful for that. you never wanted that kind of pressure, you knew that despite your best intentions, you would have never been cut out for that sort of responsibility or stress.
growing up, healing came naturally to you. it came to you just as walking and talking, as if it was something you were inherently supposed to do as second nature.
this of course sparked the attention of your father who wanted nothing more than to use your proficiency in healing to expand that to others, to help create a dawn court that was " unstoppable " due to their ability to withstand such illnesses & injuries. you hated it. at your core all you ever wanted to do was good and you felt as though you were only doing the opposite.
when sera was born and she took to healing just as easy as you did, you were immediately protective of her, fearful that your father would move on to give her the same treatment. it was only when she developed more and more abilities that you became incredibly worried, knowing how he was doing the same he had begun to do to you, to her. and her powers were stronger, so you could only imagine.
you did everything you could to keep her safe, stepping in whenever possible. but it was never enough against your father, unfortunately. you can only hope that you had done something to at least make things a bit better.
all your life you have wanted to be useful, you have wanted to use your status and abilities for good. and without your father in the picture, you finally could.
now you are much of a philanthropist for the dawn court, often traveling to other courts when illnesses arise and need healing, and mentoring many within your own court, teaching them healing so that they may go back and spread it and help others. you work closely with medics and faes from all walks of life to help train them in healing.
you are incredibly bubbly and charismatic but stubborn and stern when need to be. you are warm and inviting, always ready to lend an ear to anyone. due to the fact that you are doing what always seems to be a million things at once you tend to be a bit scatterbrained too, sometimes forgetting commitments and overbooking yourself. your family is everything to you, and you'd do whatever it takes to keep them safe and happy. at your core you are a helper.
wanted connections:
first love, ladies in waiting, oldest & best friend, those she mentors, enemies, more tbd !
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‘ cemre baysel, cis woman, she/her, 26 / 260 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems AYSEL DRAVEN has finally made it to the capital, the LADY from THE NIGHT COURT is said to be MATERNAL and is said to describe themselves with THE FEELING OF NEEDING TO EXPLORE EVERY EDGE OF THE WORLD, THE MOONLIGHT ON RAVEN HAIR and STARFALL AT MIDNIGHT and with all of this in mind their WANDER LUST nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 ;
full name: aysel draven
nicknames: none
age: 26 / 260
birth date:
zodiac:
gender identity: cis woman
pronouns: she / her / hers
sexual orientation: she has never put a label on it
place of birth: the night court palace, the court of nightmares
𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ;
height: 5′ 5″
build: slender
eyes: brown
tattoos: none
scars: none
piercings: ears
𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ;
parents: father, deceased. mother, deceased.
siblings: siblings x3
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 ;
you are the last of your siblings to be born, and are the apple of your father's eye. you want for nothing, a spoiled and rotten girl from a young age. anything you wanted, you got. anything you dreamed of was put into motion.
tutors and the like did not interest you, you were nowhere near the high seat and took off from your lessons at every chance you had, it is a miracle you can read and write
from a young age you had a longing to wander, you felt the thrill of being lost but also never felt more in your element when you did so
the court of nightmares was your first play ground, you had gotten lost within its depths for weeks on end, always coming back the leader of the wolf pack, once you knew every edge of the hewn city you turned to velaris, once again getting lost within its sparkling city lights. you did not wander into the mountains, even you had sense that that would not end well for anyone but still you looked upon it with so much wander so you turned to those you had visited and asked for stories and tales of its peaks
when you are old enough you leave the boundaries of the night court to visit the courts below your home and its years before you are back within its boundaries
you learn more about yourself and others, loving the wind in your hair and the dirt beneath your finger nails
but once you return you lock yourself in your room, not coming out until there is a child within your arms. you do not tell your family of the father of the child, never. you are protective of your daughter, only allowing a handful of people into her daily life
that was three years ago and now you have a little traveling buddy but now you keep to the streets of velaris and its wonders
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saira approached the other with a drink in her hands and a curious arch of her brow. of course the spymaster seemed to just appear out of nowhere, her footsteps incredibly soft and making her move much like an apparition. “ i like your mask,” she mused with a slight smile.
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STATUS : OPEN ⟳ ;; @ofcourtfablesarchive
𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 thing that alistair could appreciate of the season courts and it was these seasonal celebrations that was so synonymous to each. the solar courts had their festivities, but not quite in this spectacle, though he'd imagine if this was in the spring court it would be a different sort of celebration. what better way to amuse and entertain everyone trapped here than with more parties? he doubted just how well this would work, specifically for how long, but no one can say the royals do not know how to throw a proper soiree. the commander of the day court had adjusted his mask for the third time that evening, while he wasn't averse to the dress code, the mask was certainly itchier than expected. the commander was known to enjoy a party every so often, frankly after the way the way the high rulers and their inner circles were occupied, working day and night to find a way out, he was pleased with the distraction. "so we're not allowed to remove our masks, at all, not even for a moment?" he inquires when he sense's another presence near by. don't get him wrong, alistair could enjoy a bit of mystery, even if he had known most, the masks well covered enough, those familiar to one would be easily spotted.
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‘ Dev Patel, cis male, he/him, 36 / 360 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems ROHAN GAVIT has finally made it to the capital, the SPYMASTER from GAEA is said to be DISCREET and is said to describe themselves with SCARS MARING TAN SKIN, THE INABILITY TO LET SOMEONE IN, FOCUSING ONLY ON THE JOB, HOLDING BACK A SMILE OF AMUSEMENT, WORDS LACED WITH SARCASM and with all of this in mind their STEELY nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
full name: rohan gavit
nicknames: ro(but rarely)
age: 36 / 360
date of birth: may 12th
gender: cis male
pronouns: he/him
sexuality: bisexual
sign: taurus
physical appearance:
faceclaim: dev patel
hair color: black
eye color: dark brown
height: 6’3
dominant hand: ambidextrous
signature sent: cinnamon and vanilla
CHARACTER INSPIRATION: Eddie Diaz(911), Derek Hale(Teen Wolf), Jess Mariano(Gilmore Girls), Rowan Whitethorn(Throne of Glass), Tiberius “Cal” Calore vii(Red Queen)
Backstory
only child born to parents in gaea who had a hard time conceiving for many years that died a few years before he reached maturity
was taken in by his uncle who was a recluse in the night court
his uncle taught him how to sneak and be quiet as his uncle was constantly paranoid and believed that illyrians or other fae would come to his home and kill him
along with learning how to be quiet and to sneak he learned how to observe and understand body language and tone
with his uncle being very anti someone coming and killing him he learned a whole plethora of fighting styles with a multitude of weapons that he taught his nephew
because of how detached his uncle was ignacio became the same, not fully understanding how relationships and romance work so he's very bad at flirting
when he was 120 years old he moved away from his uncle, going back to gaea and able to live where his parents did
a hundred years later he became spymaster to gaea and has been ever since
headcanons
rohan knows how to fight with many different weapons but he favors daggers and bows
ro prefers seafood over poultry but he will eat other meat if he must
will add more as time goes on
wanted connections
ex flings, attempted flings, acquaintances because he doesn't know how to make friends, someone who can try to get past his walls and help him become more outgoing
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 court armies felt at home, and almost, at peace with the spring equinox celebrations. while it was lovely to see people in masks it felt shallow that they were not in the spring court but those thoughts were pushed aside and salem allowed himself to have fun even though they had no answers, for now. he picked up a flute of champagne and brought the bubbly and golden liquid to his lips. "ah . . . as i thought," he chuckled. "the drink of the capital . . . even though we are celebrating a spring tradition."
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‘ yahya abdul-mateen ii, demi man, he/they, 37 / 370, high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems SALEM HAVILLIARD has finally made it to the capital, the GENERAL OF THE ARMES from THE SPRING COURT is said to be and ADVENTEROUS is said to describe themselves with the sound of thousands of horse hoof beats in the middle of a moonless night, blood smeared across one's face and endless fields of red flowers and with all of this in mind their PROUD nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 ;
full name: salem havilliard
nicknames: none
age: 37 / 370
birth date: april 1
zodiac: aries
gender identity: demi man
pronouns: he / him / his and them / their / they
sexual orientation: heterosexual
place of birth: the spring court
𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ;
height: 6' 4"
build: muscular
eyes: dark brown
tattoos: many on his arms and back
scars: so many, a lot of them are on his knuckles
piercings: none
𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ;
parents: father, deceased. mother, alive.
siblings: a younger sibling
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 ;
you are born by steel and steel you remain for the rest of your life
you come from humble beginnings, your family working within the spring court's manner as you were left to explore the fields, streams and towns of the spring court
swords, and everything sharp or pointy interested you from a small age. you worked and trained tirelessly to perfect everything from form to technique
traveling is something that called to you when you were young and in your yearer years you did so, from north to south you travelled
becoming general meant everything to you, your hard work paid off, though the deaths you have caused weight painfully on your heart, and soul
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a study.
BASICS.
full name : nyx penumbra
name meaning : deadly night, embodiment of the night, night
nicknames : the witch, little nyx ( a lifetime ago )
epithets : the witch of nightmares
titles : third in command in gaea
gender / pronouns : cis woman / she/her
sexuality : biromantic
date of birth : on the twenty four day of the first month
age : thirty-two going on three hundred and two
zodiac : aquarius
place of birth : allyrian camp, the night court, prythian
species : half high fae, half allyrian
languages : common tongue, holy tongue
allegiance : gaea, the royal family, herself
APPEARANCE.
faceclaim : melisa pamuk
height : 5′9″
eye color : silver
hair color : raven black
dominant hand : right hand
MAGIC.
abilities : immortality, winnowing, heightened senses, conjure and manipulate nightmares, flying ( previously )
weaknesses : vulnerable to certain magic attacks, individuals with higher level of magic, burn out
PERSONALITY.
positive traits : disciplined & courageous
negative traits : resentful & calculative
hobbies : hand to hand combat, training, sword fighting, archery, sparring
charcater inspiration : calaena sardothien, amren, narcissa black, alessandra stathos, morgan le fay
RELATIONSHIPS.
parents : late war lord arsenio penumbra & lady onora antumbra
siblings : war lord utp penumbra, lady utp antumbra, lord utp antumbra
extended family : n/a
spouse : late lady cielle meeri
children : n/a
BIO.
born from an affair between an illyrian general and a high fae lady from the court of night, a married lady whom already had a family of her own. unfortunately for nyx her mother does not survive the birth of a half illyrian babe, leaving her alone with a father who never wanted her to begin with. the man hated everything the little babe represented, a woman who he believe to be weaker and a half breed.
nyx had an older brother from her fathers first marriage whom she grew up with, the boy although he was only a few years older than her always tried to be the buffer between father and daughter. always tried to distract the man. not having their father's attention was always best.
even though he did not believe nyx would sum up to anything he forced her to train from a very young age, sometimes she felt he did it to punish her. as if she was the one to blame for have been born, and born a woman nonetheless. but she harden like a good warrior. sometimes when she showed progress she could almost see pride in her fathers eyes, but it never truly shown throuhg.
it was a surprise, not just to herself but to her father and brother when she began to move up the ranks of the camps. although nothing she could do would compare to the success of her brother, at least she wasn't looked down like a bother, at least she could pull her own weight.
she had gone to scope the human lands in orders of their high lord, see how the humans were fairing, gather information and things of the sort. that's when she met her, the most gentle woman of bright red hair and eyes as green as the threes in spring. she was taken by her almost instantly in a way she had never know she could, and she relished in it. she escaped there to see her any chance she could, any second she could manage. she was far too in love when she realized an immortal should not love a human.
nyx had planned to take her to the cauldron, if she was made fae they could truly be together. but she did not counted with her father finding out, his already shameful daughter had fallen in love with a human, the kind he detested the most. when nyx had taken her lover to the cauldron they had almost made it, almost however wasn't it making it.
her intersect them, fury in his eyes and going straight for the kill. nyx did everything she could, she was a good fighter but she could never do anything against her father's wrath. by the end of it nyx had lost everything she had ever cared for, her love, her father, and her wings. nyx managed to deliver the final blow to her father filled by the rage of losing her other half, but he had already destroyed her wings and she knew she would never fly again.
she never returned to the camp, nor night court soil. her heart blackened and hardened, she wondered from place to place for years before she settled in the court. at first she had been taken in by the king, but it had been his queen whom had stolen her loyalty without hesitation.
II. EXTRAS & OTHER THINGS
nyx misses flying quite a lot but there is nothing anyone can do for her wings. she has them mostly strapped to her back at all times, although with her being half fae she has mastered hiding them away which she opts for most of the time.
she has sworn off every emotion, and although she is really good at pretending the girl feels too much too strongly.
even in the illyrian camps she was often called a witch, something she enjoyed and has embraced even in the capital.
CONNECTIONS.
half older brother; he always tried to protect her from their father, even though her temperament never helped much, she hasn't seen him since the dark day she confronted her father and only she walked away.
half siblings on her mother side; nyx has always known they existed but has never met them, how they feel about her and her origin is upt.
old friends; from the night court, from the camps, or even from the human realms or someone who knew her late beloved
flings; self explanatory, she has a heart of stone but she ain't death
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‘ isabel may, cis woman, she/her, 25 / 250, high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems MANON MAAS has finally made it to the capital, the LADY IN WAITING from THE NIGHT COURT ( og dawn ) is said to be RESOURCEFUL and is said to describe themselves with SUN KISSED HAIR IN A MESSY BUN, THE LOOK OF AWE EVERY NIGHT AS THEY LOOK TO THE STARS and A GIGGLE ECHOING OFF STONE WALLS and with all of this in mind their MATERIALISTIC nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 ;
full name: manon mass
nicknames: m, manny
age: 25 / 250
birth date: october 31
zodiac: scorpio
gender identity: cis woman
pronouns: she / her / hers
sexual orientation: pansexual ... but i am thinking more female leaning
place of birth: the dawn court
𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ;
height: 5′ 5″
build: slender
eyes: brown
tattoos: none
scars: lots on her knees
piercings: ears
𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ;
parents: father, deceased. mother, alive.
siblings: one half sibling
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 ;
you are the last child your mother ever had, and you think you are the first one as well. you always wished for a sibling, but your mother refused
growing up you were allowed to roam and do as you pleased, your mother felt more like a best friend than a mother
you grew up fast as your mother left for long periods of time for work and travel, but you were always left with food and money
you got a job at a young age, and have been working since, you have a wonderful work ethic and look to life experiences versus school and books. but it did take you once you were 18 to learn to read and write
what you lacked in book smarts you made up in your streets smarts and charm
the first thing you bought when you were able to was a new dress, it was the first thing you ever bought for yourself and was not a hand-me-down from your mother
working in the palace you worked your way to lady in waiting and came with seraphina from the dawn court to the night court
it was a huge change but you love the night court and can never see yourself leaving, though you followed seraphina to the capital now you wished you had been able to stay behind but still you are trying to make the most of it all
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@ofcourtfablesarchive ... manon & open.
she picked up her skirts and decided she needed to run. she ran through the hilly fields of the outer part of the capital, her braids coming loose and her hat falling to the field's grass but manon didn't care. a giggle left her lips, it was the most free she had felt in days. finally she stopped, bent over trying to gain her breath once more. "you don't -" she paused out of air. "happen to have water do you?" manon asked, seeing feet before her vision.
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‘ bae suzy, demi woman, she/they, 29 / 290 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems ISEUL ASHWAY has finally made it to the capital, the LADY from THE AUTUMN COURT is said to be GOOD NATURED and is said to describe themselves with ASH LITTERING THE GROUND FROM THEIR FOOTSTEPS, HALF DEAD FLOWERS IN ONE'S HAIR and RED AND YELLOW SPECS IN ONE'S EYES and with all of this in mind their FIESTY nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.
𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 ;
full name: iseul ashway
nicknames: izzy, uel
age: 29 / 290
birth date: june 1
zodiac: gemini
gender identity: demi woman
pronouns: she / her / hers and them / their / they
sexual orientation: heterosexual
place of birth: autumn court palace
𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ;
height: 5′ 6″
build: slender
eyes: dark brown
tattoos: none
scars: a few from childhood
piercings: ears and belly button
𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ;
parents: father, deceased. mother, deceased.
siblings: x3
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 ;
a spare to the autumn court, you are labeled that well before you understood that it was a blessing
as you grew you could not help but to be jealous of the eldest with all of the attention that was given to him, but as you grew into your awkward teen phase, you saw how much of a blessing it was not to have the weight of the autumn court on your shoulders
even with the jealousy, you were kind to your brother and all of the siblings that followed. you are good natured and helped to raise the younger siblings, even when they pushed you away
you do not know when the vision started, they always just were, the memories are there but there's a fog around them. when people ask they always except some grand story on their beginning and are always disappointed with the reality
after your 118th year you wonder what your life is worth, you are not the heir but the spare and another small pang of jealous consumes you, you are free to do whatever you wish ... but sometimes you wish your life had been decided for you, its an odd sense
when your brother ascends the seat of high lord you do everything that is asked for you and are there to help him in anyway you can
you turn to healers to try and make your hands busy, to learn what there is to learn, and once you feel confident in that you turn to your court's towns and visit them to learn their skills of wood working, black smithing, anything anyone is willing to teach you
your journey to gaea is one you do not like, having only briefly leaving the autumn court here and there, but there is a small buzz about you that lights you up, to see and learn new skills
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