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| Connall | Salvaterre | The Spring Prince |
| True Name | Gadfly |
| Physical Age | 23 | Real Age | Older than the Courts |
| Additional Appearances |
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| Fae Imperfection |
Connall has completely golden pupils and irises, immediately informing everyone of who he is.
| Biography |
Connall was born in the time before court, before there ever was a Queen. When the fae were wilder, completely untamed. When only strongest could survive, and those who were weak fell like flies. He saw the wild fae and he thought they needed to be reined in. For the wild fae to come together, to grow strong together. Four others shared his view, together they were the strongest fae to ever walk the Vale. The fought against the wild fae, binding their magic to theirs and forming the Courts.
At that time magic had been stronger and the fae no longer hold the power they once did in those times. Connall formed the Spring Court with his magic and those he had bound to him. He laid claim to the the birth of the seasons, the powers of spring became his. When he and the others Princes were forming their lands they needed a catalyst to hold the power of all the courts. A fae strong enough to bind the courts to her will. She was the first Queen of the Faerie and last, or at least Connall hopes she was the last. For he didn't know that he would be bound to her for eternity when she helped the Princes form the Courts. He never guessed that she would continue to wield the powers of each court. He and the other Princes ruled under her for countless millennia, yoked by her power. They served her.
He has his fellow Princes strained under her rule, wishing to be free again. Now many assume she was a terrible Queen and that's why the Princes revolted. A lie. She was as kind as any Faerie could be, and she served her people well. Yet the princes wanted more than just a semblance of control in their courts, they wanted complete and utter power. The gathered together and plotted against the Queen, eventually coming to the Queen together with a gift. They had made a sweet wine from the summer courts fields, and they had laced it with iron. When the Queen drank the wine Connall remembers vaguely that she had looked to him for help as she lay dying. Not quite believing that he had turned against her. He had only turned away, his greed completely taking him over. He's never lied about that day though, not once. Though few ask him. He killed the Queen for himself and no other.
Connall ruled his court after the death of his Queen with an almost indifferent position. His court is his and no others, and no one should ever doubt that. Those who strain against his rule are taken care off swiftly and without empathy, a feeling faerie have no need off. He keeps his court safe, no one would doubt that. His court is as beautiful as it is harsh.
Hundreds of years after the Queen had died Connall felt as if he was finally free. Then something happened to him, something that he never wanted but got none the less. He fell in love. A love that almost burned him to ashes. Her name had been Isabelle, a painter. He visited her a thousand times, each time under the guise that he wanted another portrait made. Only so that he could be in the same room as her, to laugh with her, to hear her sing. He hardly even knew he loved her, fae rarely fall in love and he had never loved anything but himself before her. At times he thought she might love him back, a thought he held onto long after she had passed away. She meant everything to him, he would've burned every court to the ground for her, but she never asked anything of him. Only asked what enchantment he offered as payment for her paintings. He loved her so much that he didn't notice her aging, days for him were months for her. Then one day he came to her house, and found she had passed away in her sleep. She had married years ago her children greeted the Prince. He had been there for most of their lives. It was the only time the Spring Prince cried, the only time he really felt grief and loss. He took the ring that had often adorned her fingers when he visited since she hadn't been more that twenty. The only part of her he'd be able to keep with him.
| Personality |
Like all fae Connal put's on a semblance of human emotion, wearing it like one would a masquerade mask. He'll play at love, at anger, at grief, and sorrow. He never feels it though, or at least he pretends he never does. He doesn't trust love, not after the only one he ever loved had died. No that is a emotion he never wishes to feel again. He locked his heart up long ago, never would he make the same mistake. Connall is the epitome of faerie arrogance, the Spring Prince bows to no one. His throne and his court are all that matter to him now, and he will do anything to protect what is his. Never again will he bow to another Queen or King, he is the Spring Prince and those you stand against him would be wise to remember that. He doesn't trust the other princes, they all had turned against their Queen. What would stop them from turning against him? The whispers of a new Queen of the Faerie, have made his paranoia about losing his throne even worse. He has sent out his wild hunt more times in recent year than he has in a hundred, to find the Queen. No will take his throne from him.
| Miscellaneous Information |
Connall wears a plain silver ring on a chain around his neck, the only reminder of the girl he had loved. He tear apart heaven and hell to find the ring if it was stolen or lost. He visits the girls he once loved's grave once a year, and he'll visit her still living family.
| Playlist |
Nina Cried Power - Hozier, Mavis Staples
In the woods somewhere - Hozier
Love and War - Fleurie
Young as the Mountains, Young as the Sea - Passenger
The Woods - Hollow Coves
Hello My Old Heart - Oh Hello
Pass Them By - Anges Obel
Esmeralda / Isabele / Roldan-Barillo
Physical Age|23|
Human/Fae
Face Claim/Appearance- Mia Maestro
Eye Color: Light Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Skin: Refer to Picture
Tattoo-
It's an inside joke. The only way to make her speak of it is through her drunkiness.
Scar: She has Multiple scars on her hands. When she was young, her mother would lash her hands everytime her lines weren't perfect for
portraits or peices of art. Now, this hasn't caused any hate for her occupation, but she doesn't show her hands to prevent questions.
History:
Esmeralda, Most commonly Known as Esme, Had a rough childhood. She's the descendent of Isabelle, a lover of the Prince of spring at one point. Now, this was over 230 years ago, but she apparently looks very similar to the woman. Esme is of Spanish descent, her mother's from Spain, her father a fae. Although her Skintone should be much lighter, the woman is still a very natural tan color. She descended from a Spring Fae and is actually the bastard Child of a Lord on Connall's Court.
She's what you call... a freelancer in ways. She's known for her many pieces and people pay a Lot of money for her stuff. The way she can tie the colors together is fascinating.
Personality:
Esme's abit...bipolar. It's something she's battled her whole life. It's normally just anxiousness and sadness thats prominent, but she's clearly trying harder. The woman's preppy other times, always smiling and encouraging to others...She doesn't know her heritage, because her father never came back. But what she doesn't know is that she's an only child. Her father never had another kid. So she's first in line for his title. She'll be scared, but it'll be fine.
[ Playlist ]
"Hot Girl Bummer" - "BlackBear"
"Sold My Soul to the Devil" - "24kGoldn"
" Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" - "Beatles"
" Happy Pills " - "Weathers"
August Ashbury ❀ Dormouse ❀ 21 ❀ Older than the Courts
Fyodor Houtheusen
Personality;❀❀❀ August's imperfection is the lack of a voice box rendering him unable to speak. As a result, he's a very quiet person which is amplified by the fact that he doesn't like to communicate when unnecessary. He also prefers to isolate himself from others, choosing to stay inside his tower reading books while others do the hard work. People tend not to know much about him because of his reclusivity which makes him quite an enigmatic figure. His stoic nature also means that he's difficult to read, most people struggle to discern his opinion on things.
❀❀❀ As a Prince, August makes efforts to be a just ruler, doing what he believes to be best for the court as a whole. He utilises reason to make decisions and actively avoids all bias. He is strict and harsh on those who disobey, but values hard work and loyalty deeply and rewards both. Regarding the other Princes, he couldn't care much less about them so long as they stay away from him, but he has no quarrels with deceiving them or even strong-arming them into staying far away from his court. He dislikes their power and influence, but at the same time, they are sadly the closest things he has to friends. He isolates himself from his people and so his time with them forming the courts was the most time he had spent with anyone else. If they can prove they mean him no ill-will he may soften up on them.
❀❀❀ He's known by most to be exceptionally intelligent and knowledgeable. He studies history, mathematics, and the more esoteric subjects dutifully. He applies his knowledge constantly and due to his keen mind, he is especially difficult to deceive or trick. His superior attitude and wrathfullness are tempered by reason which is why he makes for a good ruler, though his selfishness and wrath can still be inflamed and are the easiest way to blind him to deception.
❀❀❀ Although he presents himself as an unfeeling scholar who enacts justice with a steady hand, August does have some semblance of emotion. He suppresses it because he views feelings as frivolous and weak, but he has them nevertheless. The Prince himself is unaware of them and doesn't quite realise how they influence what he does, but they affect him in little ways unbeknownst to everyone.
History;
❀❀❀ The Fae Prince lived in a world of chaos. Freedom made his kind arrogant and wild, but August was not like the other Fae with all their raucous noise. His imperfection rendered him mute, he had no voice box and spent his life in total silence. Whilst others clamoured about the excitements of the past, present and future, the red-haired faerie observed in silence. With him there was no unnecessary babble, he didn't spout whatever nonsense filled his brain like the fools that surrounded him. For him to communicate was an act requiring effort, he only did so when absolutely necessary. Though he could not speak he expressed his opinions in other ways and when he did others listened for he only spoke of vital matters.
❀❀❀ It was, perhaps, his imperfection that made the russet eyed faerie feel so superior to the rest of his kind. To him they seemed frivolous, whereas he was shrewd, he did what was necessary and only when the necessary was done would he even consider the frivolous. What he saw in the world was imperfection born from disorder. When he met four others who sought to unite the Fae and create structure in their world, August was swift to ally himself with them. Through conquest he became the Prince of Autumn, deriving astonishing power from the season's various aspects.
❀❀❀ The Autumn Prince expected endurance and fortitude from those who served him, they worked hard to do the necessary work, shrugging aside the frivolous whims of their pasts. The Prince was cold and showed little compassion for those who could not keep up with their work. He stayed stowed away in his tower while others toiled. He was above them in every way or so he believed and thus wouldn't deign to work alongside them, but instead resigned himself to the more scholarly pursuit of learning. The more he learned the better he could rule his lands. Despite his lack of direct contribution to the work done, August did still value the work of his people. Bountiful rewards awaited the loyal, harvests full of healthy crops and lively Autumn festivals were amongst the most acclaimed of his rewards.
❀❀❀ The Prince's benevolence, however, was not unlimited. When laziness and disloyalty became apparent his wrath was legendary. Blistering winds and torrential rains tore through the forests ripping vibrant leaves from ancient trees. Rot and decay took root in wood and plants alike, razing crops and even homes. August doesn't care for the well-being of the individual, but instead for the well-being of the court overall and he takes no great sorrow in wiping out those who jeopardise his reign and court.
❀❀❀ Once upon a time, the Queen held his power in check, but August, alongside the other Princes, saw to her demise. He watched as the life left her eyes. He was unflinching. "As with nature, all things must die," he thought. She was no different than the leaves on the trees, and like them, she would wither away to make way for a new season, a new era. He had only been asked about the event once by a faerie of his court. They were greeted by the Prince's silence and the seemed simply to vanish the next day. Everyone knew that he was complicit in her death after that, but weighed the risks and rewards of calling him out and realised that so long as they obeyed him they'd live happy lives under his sole reign. No one dared to question it directly to him, and they all went on with life and were rewarded handsomely for their compliance.
❀❀❀ Though a somewhat cold and insensitive ruler, most would attest that August is a just and fair Prince aside from his sense of personal superiority. He respects the work of his people and in turn, they tend to respect him. With rumours of a new Queen arising, August fears that she may disrupt the stability he has managed to achieve and as such is vehemently opposed to the idea of the Queen coming to power. Due to this, his more wrathful side has made numerous appearances recently in order to silence the rumours. Many within the Autumn court choose to continue with their day to day life so that they can remain on the Prince's better side.
Lyanna Mayflower ❀ Zanna ❀ 21 ❀ Female ❀ White/Gray hair ❀
Tiera Skovbye
Personality;❀❀❀ Lyanna is seen by others as a very sunshiney person. She's a joyful and warm person, so much so that she doesn't seem like she'd be a Winter Faerie. She's nothing but smiles, laughter and unadulterated exuberance. Some find it annoying how seemingly nothing can bring her down while others may find her refreshing. She does carry with her a certain carelessness, often ignorant to her surroundings or the impact of her actions, but she comes off as entirely oblivious making any ill effects seem accidental.
❀❀❀ In truth, Lyanna is a cruel and heartless person, her apparent joy is the result of no atrocity being able to bring down her mood. She elicits a sick sense of entertainment from watching those she deems weak die. She has a strict and exclusive perception of what beauty is and only values that which lives up to her standard. If it fails to meet her standard it becomes worthless in her eyes and little else bothers her more than worthless things simply getting to exist. This obsession with lasting and invulnerable beauty has led to her behaving selfishly and materialistically. If she sees something beautiful she wants it. The lengths she's willing to go to obtain beautiful things are frankly ridiculous and the measures she is willing to take to destroy that which she finds ugly or worthless are leagues worse.
History;
❀❀❀ The rose of the Winter Court is a title often used to refer to Lyanna. All her life she has presented herself with the naivete and light-heartedness most would expect to see from a fae of Spring or Summer. Others have called her childish and foolish, but Lyanna doesn't dignify their remarks. She instead simply lets herself enjoy what she does. Most notably, she's cultivated a grove of beautiful Winter flowers from Hellebores to Kaffir Lillies. Their frosted petals are enchanting to see and Lyanna prizes them above nearly all else.
❀❀❀ Historically, plague doctors were known to use pungent spices and aromatic flowers to hide the putrid odour of death, an apt metaphor for Lyanna. Her love for flowers and her light heartedness have always hidden what a truly terrible person she truly is. She never liked humans, at least not as people. She liked them in the way a person liked a toy. When she was much younger she met a young man. The man fell in love with her beauty and light. He did whatever he could to earn her affections and Lyanna, of course, was happy to have someone to run errands for her. Every day she'd ask a little more of him and every day he'd follow through.
❀❀❀ Lyanna found herself entertained by how easily people like that man would listen if you played them just right. The man became the first person to fall victim to her little games. He asked her to marry him in the Frosted Forest. Lyanna told him she would, but had to do one thing before that. She made him promise to stay where he was until she returned and then disappeared into the distance, obscured by the snow. He waited for minutes and then hours. As his face and fingers went numb and the cold became so biting that it felt like it was burning he realised he would not be able to find his way through the impenetrable blanket of whiteness as the snow came down harder. He tried to take cover under a nearby tree but eventually collapsed in the snow.
❀❀❀ Two days later, Lyanna returned to the forest and found him cold and frost-bitten in the snow. He died in the cold. Lyanna couldn't help but laugh at how truly pathetic it was that he was so hopelessly in love that he genuinely tried to stay and wait for her in the blizzard. She looked right into his dead eyes and made clear a single thing. She would never love someone as pathetic as him.
❀❀❀ A few forced tears and aired grievances and everyone believed her when she said she was heartbroken about the loss. Others thought she was soft and naive, but the reality was that she was a deeply disturbed individual. She pulled a similar routine over and over again with all sorts of different people. She would befriend them, earn their trust and them lead them out into the cold to die. To her, the humans she let die were nothing but things to entertain herself with. They were weak if they couldn't survive the cold then how could they ever expect to grow? In her opinion the most beautiful flowers were the ones that could bear the bitter winds of Winter, those that withered simply didn't deserve to live.
Aoife M. Kilwing - Part OneName: Aoife Megara Kilwing
Nicknames: E, Meg, Ashen Maiden
True Name: Senka
Physical Age: 22
Actual Age: 1,094
Gender: F
Species: Fae
Court: Winter Court
Appearance: Aoife’s stick-straight, ebony locks of hair fall just below her shoulder blades, but normally she ties it up into a ponytail or braids it into a simple plait down her back. Unlike most fae, her raven hair is far from silky and often appears unwashed and tangled, and at first glance, she is easily mistaken for a human. However, a closer look at her eyes dispels any false beliefs about her blood. Her irises are midnight black and as dark as her pupils, although they look closer to a rich, dark brown when light hits them. Her true skin tone is an unearthly alabaster, but at almost all times it appears ashen and grimy with smears of dirt and coats of dust veiling the porcelain complexion underneath. As a result of living off very little for many years, she possesses a remarkably trim figure, and her face is gaunt with sharp angles to an almost – but not quite – grotesque degree. She has high, prominent cheekbones, an angular chin, a small forehead, short, jet black eye lashes, petite, elfin ears that gradually taper to a sharp point, a delicate nose, thin lips with barely any color, and dark, gently arching eyebrows. She stands at roughly 5’8 and weighs just over one hundred pounds due to years of malnourishment. The rest of her body is not as bony as her face, but it is still blatantly too thin to be healthy. The moderate layer of muscle she’s built up saves her from always appearing to be on the verge of fainting. Like all Kilwings, she has a second, physical imperfection. In addition to her midnight irises, her fingernails have been replaced by little, silvery-white claws. They are approximately the same size as normal fingernails, though they curve downwards once they extend past the tips of her slender fingers if she lets them grow long enough. Her torso is only minimally curvy, but her legs are longer and more graceful, ending in unusually petite feet for someone of her height. While her fingers possess claws, her toes have normal toenails, but even they are a shade paler than is usual.
Aoife’s wardrobe is nothing special. Mostly she wears trousers and tunics made of wool or leather with thick, fur linings in neutral or lighter colors to blend in with the snowy environment she lives in. On her feet she dons soft moccasins made from animal hides or sturdy, leather boots stuffed with cloth or fur to keep her toes and feet warm. Around her waist she fastens thin but tough belts to hold her various weapons and other items of importance. One dagger is sheathed at each side, and a canteen made of animal skin, an ice pick, and a length of rope are also attached to the belt. A bow and quiver of arrows are slung across her back when she goes hunting, though she uses them sparingly since she cannot craft new arrows if her supply runs out or is no longer usable.
Personality: Aoife’s personality and mannerisms are as cold as the frozen wastelands she inhabits. She exhibits an uncaring and indifferent attitude towards everyone she encounters and prefers not to actually interact with anyone more than she absolutely has to. Talking to anyone other than herself makes her intensely uncomfortable, and any conversations longer than a few minutes never fails to become exceptionally awkward for all parties involved. She is a driven individual with little regard for small talk or polite chit chat and doesn’t waste any time beating around the bush. All conversations are only for conducting business and gathering information when it comes to this loner. No other discussions are worth the time, and she becomes easily irritated when people waste her time with pointless talk that serves no practical purpose.
She is very disciplined and patient, holding herself to strict routines even though she lives alone with no one and nothing to be accountable to. The only thing that keeps her sane most days is controlling her habits and routines since it is the only semblance of control she has over her life now. It also gives her a kind of purpose in completing all her daily tasks starting at sunrise and ending at dusk. One of the things she detests the most is sitting around uselessly and not doing anything productive with her time, so even when the hunting is slow, she finds things to do to keep herself occupied even if she has to resort to busywork. Never before in her life has she so envied the human ability to craft and create. It would be much easier to pass the time in a useful manner if she could only craft new arrows for her bow or sew another pair of moccasins from animal hides to replace her old ones. Fortunately, she is abundantly creative and manages to find ways to make use of any spare time she finds herself with.
Aoife is also very intelligent and a fast-learner. She inherited some of her dad’s business know-how and is an analytical and methodical thinker, preferring to weigh her options and think things through thoroughly before making decisions. Of course, that isn’t always an option in the wilderness, so she has learned to trust her instincts when it comes to split-second decisions. Her financial and economic smarts aren’t of any use in her current environment, but she adapts to new situations easily and picks up on things rapidly, except for body language and social climates. Too much isolation has atrophied those skills, and she has no desire to relearn them. While Aoife can be brutally blunt and painfully oblivious to social cues at times, there is no doubting her efficiency, work ethic, and intelligence.
Family:
Father: Llyr Kilwing
Mother: Brynhildr Kilwing
Brother: Elisedd Kilwing
Sister: Scathach Kilwing
History: Aoife was born in the Autumn Court long after the princes poisoned the Faerie Queen, but she grew up hearing stories from her parents and grandparents about the era before the princes ruled supreme. She was the second child of Llyr and Brynhildr Kilwing, but she was also their oldest daughter. In her early years, she did not suffer from any lack of comfort of deprivation of amusements to pass the time. Since her father was an exceptionally wealthy fae due to his business savvy and negotiation prowess, she and her siblings lived a very cushy, luxurious life even compared to other fae of the nobility. They had nursemaids and servants to attend them, but their mother also spent the majority of her time with them. There was never any doubt in Aoife’s mind that her mother loved her, and one of her favorite pastimes as a child was reading with Brynhildr. She would tote her wicker basket of children’s books out to the garden or down to the sitting room where her mother was and ask to read her books together. Brynhildr always acquiesced and would read every single book aloud with Aoife attempting to follow along as her mother pointed to the words as she read them. Sometimes her elder brother, Elisedd, would wander into the room or the garden and listen in while he worked on his school assignments.
When her youngest sibling was born, Aoife was considerably older than Elisedd had been when she herself had arrived. Her sister Scathach was much more active and boisterous than either she or Elisedd had been and was usually not content to sit and listen to Brynhildr read aloud to them. Still, she was fond of her sister and was more than happy to play games with her or teach her how to climb trees, read, and fence, although they used “safety” rapiers made of dulled wood. Sometimes they pretended to be sister queens or princesses or shield maidens in melodramatic tragedies that Elisedd helped them write. Once the three of them wrote and organized a reenactment of the princes poisoning the Queen in their home, but none of them could agree on who would play the queen. Elisedd certainly didn’t want to, and Aoife and Scathach both wanted to play the parts of two of the princes as well. In the end, Elisedd played the Autumn Prince, Aoife played the Winter Prince, and Scathach played both the Summer Prince and the Queen. The family cat, Baudelaire, sat in for the Spring Prince even though he couldn’t speak and they had to keep herding him back into the stage area.
In their childish dreams, Aoife, Elisedd, and Scathach imagined travelling across the courts as actors, directors, and playwrights, showcasing their vibrant masterpieces and being requested to perform for the princes themselves. After being entertained by their numerous, exciting and comedic plays, no one in the family had the heart to inform them of their future responsibilities to the family. Anyone who mentioned that it would be cruel or negligent parenting to allow them their grand visions and to not remind them of their duties was swiftly given a stern rebuke and a strict command to mind their own business by none other than Brynhildr. Their mother had little tolerance for other people interfering with her family or telling her how to raise her own children.
As Aoife and her siblings grew older and matured, their fantasies from earlier years loosed their holds on the children and eventually released them. All three siblings began to learn from their father some of the various aspects of his investments and business arrangements. Being of noble blood, their mother ensured they spent an appropriate amount of time at court and maintained friendly relationships with other fae of their status, and Aoife actually enjoyed being able to spend more time with girls closer to her age. She was always careful never to admit that she admired the humans’ ability to craft and create. In the current social climate, it seemed liked something that was best kept to herself or between her siblings, although Elisedd and Scathach didn’t share her fascination to the same degree. In her free time, she sometimes offered to read aloud to their human slaves while they worked or sewed just so she could watch them, but she was careful to only do this in the safety of her own home where others could not watch and ridicule her. Even though she envied the humans in that one respect, she still believed the fae to be the superior beings, and the mortals should be grateful for being allowed a place in their world. Her father often espoused the belief that the humans and lower classes would always be a necessity for the rest of society to remain profitable and comfortable, but that necessity did not always equal respect or superiority. Just because the rain replenishes the lakes and rivers and streams that living creatures need to survive does not make it better than anything that lives off it. If it failed to fulfill its purpose, then eventually everything would die, and there would be no point to anything at all anymore. Llyr always said the only thing worse than death is living a life with no purpose, although Aoife suspected that he altered his point of view in the last minutes of his life but not in the way that most people would have thought.
The Kilwings had long been suspected of being supporters of the old Faerie Queen and secretly undermining the princes by the time Aoife was around 350 years old. In truth, the family did not have any ulterior motives in their activities and financial decisions. While they had not harbored any particular resentments against the previous Faerie Queen, they didn’t have any ill will towards the princes either. Many members of the family personally preferred the princes over the Queen, and they reasoned that it was better to be ruled by a prince who lived in their court and had a better idea of the social, political, and economic climate. They also argued that they had been lucky with the last Queen but that other queens might not be wise or capable enough to keep all the courts thriving.
Aoife M. Kilwing - Part TwoHistory cont'd: It was much smarter and more sensible to divide control of the land to the four princes. Llyr preferred peace for practical and economic reasons, and he would side with whoever was the most capable in maintaining it. If that was the princes, he would support them and offer his services if they ever needed his assistance. However, other fae misinterpreted his reasoning (either accidentally or deliberately), and he had also made other enemies by being wise enough to see that peace made for better profits and living quality. These enemies pooled their resources and plotted to destroy them.
In the beginning, it was only three families. The Delphines were in it for patriotic and self-serving reasons. They wanted to get rid of any and all traitors, and in the process, they might secure favor with the princes by eliminating their enemies. The Timandy family also felt strongly about cleansing the court of anyone who committed treason, and in addition they hoped to acquire some of Llyr’s financial assets and improve their own status. The Meliandera family claimed they felt it was their duty to extinguish any rebellion and crucify any and all Judases, but in actuality they had personal issues with the Kilwings. Several decades back, Llyr had refused to do business with them after several unsuccessful attempts to negotiate what he thought would be a fair deal. The Melianderas initially tried to persuade him that the contract would be mutually beneficial to both families, but when Llyr remained unconvinced, they resorted to arguing that he had more than enough money to be concerned about getting a little less this time. Llyr did not feel that he would be receiving only a little less than the Melianderas and walked away from the whole thing, deciding to invest his time and money elsewhere. To make matters worse, he also complained about how disrespectfully the Meliandera family had treated him and went so far as to insinuate that they were crooks to some of his business associates and friends within the nobility. As a result, the Melianderas entered a financial slump for quite some time, though they remained wealthier than commoners, slaves, and most middle class fae.
The Timandy family planted most of the evidence against the Kilwings. The three clans were of the agreement that it would look like personal revenge if the Melianderas were caught doing it, so the majority of the dirty work fell to the Timandys with input from both of the other families. The Delphines used their spheres of influence to spread false rumors and half-truths about what the Kilwings really believed in, and combined with the Timandys’ efforts behind the scenes, speculation about the Kilwings’ financial decisions and business arrangements purposely being negotiated to the detriment of the princes began to gain traction. Other powerful people were spurred to side against the Kilwings over time, but since the Kilwings had always been a significant factor in the prosperous economy, most fae were reluctant to oppose them and opted to look after their own finances first. The conspiring families also orchestrated contracts and investments that they planned to ensure the failure of, but Llyr was too skilled a negotiator and too savvy a businessman to be caught in any such trap. He could smell a rotten deal a mile away and never put any large fractions of his resources in any one place no matter how profitable or secure something sounded. If a deal sounded too good to be true, it probably was.
The campaign to bring down the Kilwings was progressing unbearably slowly. After several years, all the Delphines, Timandys, and Melianderas had to show for their endeavors was some mistrust among the nobility, widespread rumors that most weren’t willing to act on, and a few other families that had sided with them. At this point, the Melianderas proposed a new strategy. Having someone on the inside would provide them with information that could quicken the demise of the Kilwing family. The clans planted spies in the Kilwing household, usually in the forms of servants or human slaves. Some successfully embedded themselves into the household and daily life, but others were discovered and promptly dismissed. Typically, the Kilwings found some, plausible reason to fire a servant or slave instead of just outright dismissing them. Aoife turned out to be instrumental in detecting the spies since she went largely unnoticed. Most of the attention was cast on Elisedd, who stood to inherit everything and was training under Llyr, and Scathach was too tempestuous and tomboyish to be invisible. Consequently, Aoife was able to get about and hang around in the shadows, virtually unseen.
Some attempts were made to place spies in higher positions like accountants or advisors, but most attempts were not very fruitful. Llyr trusted only a few people who had been with the family a long time and proven to be trustworthy, so he never hired new associates or advisors into his close, inner circle. All endeavors to infiltrate his trusted council failed. The only new accountants and others he employed only had access to non-crucial and mostly useless information. The families desperately needed someone in the upper tier to expedite their plans, and the Santoras were more than willing to offer a solution.
The Santora family joined forces with the original, three clans some years after the campaign initially began. Taken in by the entirety of the traitorous, rebellious Kilwing rhetoric, they were impatient to contribute and proposed that they send their only daughter, Elaine, to seduce and marry Elisedd Kilwing. Lacking any better options, the other families agreed. Elaine Santora was one of the most ardent adversaries of the Kilwings in her family and accepted her assignment with pride and resolution. She would enchant and charm Elisedd into marrying her, and once she was accepted into the Kilwing family, she would help her family and their allies depose them. The plot was implemented flawlessly, and after months and months of courting, Elaine had married the Kilwing heir and integrated herself into the family without raising any suspicions.
Aoife loved her sister-in-law. It was refreshing to have an older sister-like figure around the house, and she also liked how happy her brother was when he was around her. Scathach seemed to get along well with her as well, and something about Elaine’s presence mellowed out the younger girl’s personality. Another benefit of having Elaine around after a while was that she was better company than most of Aoife’s friends at the time. In recent years, the family had become more and more isolated from the rest of court due to growing suspicion of their true loyalties, and Aoife grew resentful of being treated with distaste and disdain by fae she had once counted among her friends. However, since it was becoming ever clearer that being friendly with her family was no longer advantageous, her former friends rejected her. Elaine consoled her by telling her they were never actually her friends if they left her so quickly at the first sign of trouble, and at that point, she contented herself with having her family and their loyal employees for company.
Despite her father’s assurances that things would turn around, their situation continued to worsen. Business declined, investment opportunities dried up, and false evidence indicating their betrayal of the princes never ceased to keep surfacing. Before long, they had been ostracized by nearly all of the court, and their resources were beginning to run out. Normally a decrease in the family’s assets would not have been especially worrisome, but without a way to replenish them, their wealth would eventually dwindle into nothingness. Even with Llyr’s business savvy, he wouldn’t be able to save them if nothing changed for the better. By this time, anyone who could help him was unwilling to do so, and to compound matters, the economy was struggling to maintain equilibrium without the considerable amount of resources Llyr had poured into it over the centuries. Short of a miracle, the Kilwings would be out on their own before too long, and with Elaine’s baby on the way, the pressure on Llyr and Elisedd to find a solution was steadily mounting.
The final stroke in the demise of the Kilwings came late at night several months later. Elaine hurried downstairs looking ashen but wouldn’t answer Aoife when she asked what was wrong. An hour afterwards, she found out from Elisedd. Apparently Elaine had told him she had been sent to marry him and spy on their family and there would be an attack on the manor tonight. She said she had fallen in love with him and tried to persuade her father not to hurt the Kilwings anymore than he already had, but her family, the Delphines, the Timandys, the Melianderas, and several other families would not be convinced to stop at anything less than eradicating the Kilwings. Everything clicked into place. The false evidence, the rumors, the swiftly declining business. It was all part of an elaborate and revenge-fueled plot to destroy them. Elisedd was sorely tempted to separate from Elaine right then and there, but he would never to do that to the woman carrying his child, even though their marriage was a lie.
When Llyr, Brynhildr, and Scathach were informed of Elaine’s story, they wanted to hope the entire story was another trap meant to herd them somewhere else that they could now avoid since they knew the truth, but sadly they all knew it was unlikely. After some discussion, they invited Elaine down to the sitting room to try and find out any details they could about the impending attack. Elaine only knew very little. Her father and the other families had sensed her growing reluctance the past several months and had trusted her with less and less information about their future plans. All she knew was that the attack was tonight because her family had warned her to stay away from the Kilwing’s manor. The first plans of attack had all been at night, and the broad cover story the families had concocted involved them unearthing some evidence implicating the Kilwings in a failed plan to assassinate one of the princes and then trying to arrest the family and bring them before the princes. Of course, they would “fail” and be left with no choice but to retaliate when Llyr and his family fought back, unfortunately killing all five members of the family in a terrible accident. That was all Elaine was able to tell them. Their only option was to flee. With their resources dwindling, they had been forced to let go of most of the household staff, and they would be horribly outnumbered by the conspiring clans. Running was truly the last chance they had at surviving.
Aoife and Scathach packed the most essential items and were latching their bags closed when a loud rap sounded from the front door. They came downstairs just in time to see a servant open it and be skewered by the broadsword of the head of the Meliandera family. They nearly tripped over themselves in their frantic haste to climb back up the staircase, praying fervently but silently that they had not been seen by the intruders. A loud wailing drifted up through the floorboards, and Aoife thought her insides would melt through her skin when she realized the shrieking belonged to her mother, her beloved mother. Please, not Brynhildr. Elisedd tugged her back up on her feet and shoved both her and her sister into the bedchamber he shared with Elaine, who was shivering with fright. He ordered the three of them to stay there until he returned, although the trio of women all had a sinking feeling that he would not come through that doorway alive again. The seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly. Every minute felt like an hour, and Aoife could hardly stand it.
Aoife M. Kilwing - Part ThreeHistory cont'd: Finally, Elaine got up shakily on her feet and hugged Aoife and her sister tightly, assuring them that she had loved both of them as if they were her own sisters. Aoife could barely hold back tears, but it was her responsibility to be strong for Scathach. Elaine held their hands and lead the way through the halls until they reached the top of the stairs. “When I hold their attention, run. Run as far and as fast as you can and then some. My marriage to your brother wasn’t all a lie, and there is no one I would rather spend my last moments with than him.” The women embraced once more, and Elaine descended the manor stairs for the last time. The families were surprised to see her since she was supposed to have gone away, but she squeezed between them to a bleeding but still living Elisedd and wrapped her arms around him, putting herself between him and her family. Not about to let one foolish girl get in the way of his revenge, the head of the Meliandera family killed both Elaine and Elisedd. The head of the Timandy family held back a thrashing, distraught Llyr, and Elisedd and Elaine’s murderer slit his throat. Muffling a gasp, Aoife ran silently through the sitting room and out the front door, dragging her sister behind her by the hand. They made it halfway through the yard when their attackers caught sight of them and hurried to chase them. Unfortunately, Aoife and Scathach were separated after they reached the woods, and Aoife never saw her little sister again. It was easier for her to maneuver through the forest since she was smaller and faster than the male fae pursuing her, and eventually, she managed to evade them in the dark night.
Desperately she wanted to search for Scathach, but she realized that she must now be a fugitive and would be arrested and likely executed if she showed her face in public. It killed her to leave her sister to fend for herself, but getting herself killed wouldn’t help either of them. For now, she had to leave court. Maybe she would get lucky, and something would happen to the Autumn Prince that would allow her to return home. However, she knew that was unlikely. She had to face the reality that she might never see her home or her sister ever again, but at least dealing with tough circumstances was something she had learned to excel at. She fled to the Winter Court but lived in solitude in the far edges of the territory where she didn’t run into a single living soul. When she needed supplies like weapons, traps, or new shoes or coats, she bartered with humans or stole what she lacked. When she was in the midst of civilization, she also inquired about the latest news, particularly about what had happened in the Autumn Court since her last visit to town. In her early days of isolation, she had gone to towns and villages more often to be apprised of the current news, but gradually, her trips became less frequent as she became settled into a new pattern, waiting for the day she could return home to the Autumn Court and find out what happened to her little sister.
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| Cerica | Volan | The Hound Master of Summer |
| True Name | Tosa Inu |
| Physical Age | 20 | Actual Age | 1,897 |
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Canine’s and eyes. Cerica’s canines are more, animal-like. Carnivorous. When she pulls back her lips, or speaks, it’s easy to see them.
The Hound Master of Summer’s eyes are a pure gold with slitted pupils, making it very easy to point her out amounts a crowd.
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Cerica is a very, humble fae. Through her past experiences, she’s learned that even though she may never truly be content with the world around her, she can at the very least make do with what she has now. What’s so surprising, is the reason why Cerica is so looked up at for choosing such a job- is because of how sane she is. Those around her admit they couldn’t take the grief of so many losses after a few hundred years. Let alone almost two thousand years. She’s strong-minded. Has a warm heart for mortals and animals, and appreciates the very world around her.
Cerica wants more though. Ever since she was a young fae, she’s always wanted to see more. Do more. Have more. It wasn’t greed, but knowledge. The thing about her, is that she’s always the one to know what to do- and if there’s a situation that she cannot find a solution, she will spend days, maybe months pondering on it. Always trying to make sure it could never happen again.
The way Cerica acts, speaks, is odd compared to her fellow fae. She speaks more slowly. Unlike the rapid elegance many find in the normal pace of fae’s words, Cerica is more, paced. Slow. She plans out her actions, words, expression, everything! She plans it out in merely what fae consider milliseconds. Her words come out slow, but her reflexes come out quicker then you’d expect. Reflexes and speed of a Wolf, she is told. With the bite of one, and the lingering sense of a small calamity as well.
To The Hound Master of Summer’s knowledge, their name isn’t known well. Like many others, their goal in life is to make their name known, to be spoken about for ages after they are no longer physically in this world.
This is already true for this fae.
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Cerica was born into a short bloodline of Fae that resided somewhere among the Court of Spring. They were most famous for the way they interacted with the world around them, cherished it. They seemed to have a connection to the world- more specificity, animals. Each member of this bloodline had this, bond, with a specific type of animal category. Eventually, as the bloodline grows, it will become more specific. Yet this is in the long, distant future. IF they decide to breed.
Cerica’s mother, for instance, had a bond with the category of Hares, Rabbits, etc. While her father had a bond with serpents, snakes. When Cerica was born, you could imagine the shock when stray dogs came in two’s to curl beside her, to provide warmth. When pack’s of wolves came down from the mountains bearing offerings of food for the child and her family.
Due to the bloodline’s fear of being mis-used for their certain bonds, the family had no exact, home. Due to this, she grew to know about different parts about the court’s different cultural.
By the time she reached her seven hundredth birthday, her family was nothing more but her, and a handful of cousins. Soon, they would realize that moving at the speed they were, wasn’t enough. The moment they had reached the Summer Court, the eyes of many were upon them. After centuries of living at the place she was born, they had to come down from the peaks. With their arrival, came the whispers of their power. Too much was said, and it reached the ears of nobles.
“Go rot in hell.”
Those four words were that she had uttered to the Prince of Summer’s very face the first time they met. Oh how her attitude gave her the job she has now. Over time, her spite and anger to the Court she was now lived in, dulled her. After years of watching death grasp those she was bound to, make her go numb.
Being the last of a family was, hard.
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Cerica wears the tags of her fallen friends on her every moment she lives. From day-to-day she switches out between each and has up to six of them on her begin every day. She has hundred’s of them, and if one would go missing, she’d know in an instant.
She also has a room dedicated to ash art. Each one dedicated to each passed on dog. A phot lies behind each one, with a small hook underneath it. On the hook, the dog tag hangs. She cherish’s this room- if even one of these pieces of art were to be broken, she’d mourn for days.
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candles - Daughter
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The Wolf - Siamese
Hi-Low - Bishop Briggs
White Horses - Bishop Briggs
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Self reflection is the highest qualification – everything else comes through it.Full Name: Faíl Nesryn Faliq
true name: Felix
gender: none
physical age: 19/ actual: 1980
Angel/Fae
Title: none
Court: Spring
Sexuality: asexual
Fae imperfection: exhausts himself too easily for he always gives 110%
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Eye Color: greyish blue with a golden ring
Hair Color: dark brown
Skin: humanlike sun tanned
Scar: several scars on hands and shinbone proofing him as a hard worker
Personality: very thoughtful, benevolent, always working and moving for he has a lot of energy and inner drive, diplomatic and pazifistic, paladin-like, lawful good, keeps his feelings and thoughts to himself and trusts them only upon beings he really knows
History: he was raised in an angelic cult, the Drachenhüter, and became a monk there. Therefore he tries to avoid every fight through logic and talking his way out diplomatically, but when his force is put to the test, he gives his all. He usually fights with his body and magic, but sometimes he uses his life-leeching enchanted katana. From the cult in the woods he was sent out into the land of the four courts to help, for their self understanding is to better the world as sent from god. This is also why he treats every living being with respect – even humans – but keeps his thoughts about them on the inside. He may not be able to craft, but he works in the fields and is as much of a mechanic as his limitations let him.
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Name: Alexandria Nemesis Charisma Athanasiou St. ClairNicknames: Alex, Xandria, Xan
Age: 20
Gender: F
Species: Human
Court: Summer Court
Appearance: Alexandria looks to be in her early twenties, about 20 or 21. Her hair falls to her mid-back in thick, black-brown waves, and she has murky, brown eyes framed by short, dark lashes. She has her mother’s hair, but she more closely resembles her father; she has his ruddy complexion and broad build. She possesses a square-shaped face with a sharp chin, and her most prominent features are her eyes, slightly under-exaggerated Roman nose, broad-ish forehead, and naturally rosy lips, her bottom lip being a tad fuller than the top one. Thin, dark eyebrows arch over her wide eyes, and she has medium-sized ears that lie flat along her head. She stands at roughly 5’7 and weighs approximately 112 pounds with a trim waist and a flat stomach. Her figure is moderately curvy, and her legs are lean and elongated and actually surpass the length of her torso by just a bit. She considers herself lucky to be blessed with wide shoulders and hips and a long neck, though her chest is only average and nothing special. Her feet are larger than average for someone of her height and stature, but her ankles are unusually petite. Both her fingernails and toenails are kept very short, and the nails on her fingers are often uneven, revealing that she is a habitual nail-biter.
Alex normally pins hair her up atop her head in Dutch braids or ties it off her face in a low ponytail. Other times she simply braids her locks down her back or arranges her hair in a nondescript bun on the crown of her head. Her dress style is about as plain. Typically she wears ankle-length skirts and blouses with flats or little boots with miniature heels, and more often than not she ties an apron with a couple of pockets over her skirts. She owns few dresses and a couple of pairs of dark trousers as well, but she only wears them at home or at social gatherings. Most of her dresses are knee or calf-length and have simple, floral patterns or little details like ruffles or wool here and there. She also possesses one cloak made of beige cotton, a white slip to sleep in, and a few pairs of long socks.
Personality: Alex’s responsibility and determined spirit are usually at odds with her tendencies to daydream and dawdle. While she is a hard worker and a dependable person, she would much rather have no responsibilities and zero obligations, and if she has the time, she prefers to do something unproductive, like drawing or daydreaming. However, she knows that ever having a life not weighted down by massive responsibilities is an unrealistic hope and has resigned herself to a life of mortal toil in the service of the fae. She does attempt to have some time to herself to keep her energy up, but usually such times are hard to come by for any decent amount of time.
The one responsibility that she hardly minds is her younger sister, Cassia. As the elder sister, she looks after Cassia, though she has often speculated that her younger sibling might actually be more mature than her. Alex is a restless soul and is easily bored by doing and seeing the same things over and over again, and it baffles her how her younger sister seems to be perfectly content with their lives. Even though Xandria has accepted their fate, she is definitely not happy about it and sometimes tries to wish herself into another existence. She believes that this life is the only one she’s got; she doesn’t believe in reincarnation or have any other religious beliefs. The fact that her existence amounts to pretty much nothing irritates her to no end. She wants to have a purpose or some kind of value or meaning other than as a mortal slave, but in the absence of that, she battles with alternating moods of determination and lethargy.
She is largely a social creature and definitely the more extroverted sister. Though she does like to have times of quiet sometimes, she recharges her batteries most effectively by being around other mortals. Her human friends she works alongside help keep her going throughout the day, but she feels happiest when she can just be with her friends and other acquaintances outside of work. She is also an excellent cook and likes to be able to cook with and for her friends when she has the time, and she has a love of any good foods and parties. Her friend circle is restricted to mortals only. She despises the fae and would do almost anything to be rid of them if it didn’t endanger Cassia.
Xandria sees herself as her younger sister’s guardian angel. It is her self-appointed duty to protect Cassia at all times and to help her out whenever possible. One of the fastest and easiest ways to irritate her or make her angry is to hurt or tease her younger sibling. When that happens, Alex has a great deal of difficulty clinging to rational thought and not attempting to deck any offenders, and one of the few people who can calm her back down easily is Cassia. She has other human friends she cares for but not to this extent. Generally her position on her friends being hurt is that they should deal with it themselves. Although, if any fae mistreat her mortal friends, she might get angrier than usual.
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Father: Leonidas Athanasiou
Mother: Alkyone Athanasiou
Sister: Cassiopeia St. Clair
Occupation: Barmaid
History: Alexandria and her sister Cassia were orphans at ages 14 and 12. Her father, Leonidas, was a tanner, crafting leathers from various animal hides. Her mother was Alkyone, who came from a family of fishers, sailors, and boat-makers. After meeting Lenoidas, Alkyone joined the Athanasiou family business, only sailing for fun or if her family needed her help. Alex and Cassia were both taught how to sail and fish by her when they were children, though Alex enjoyed it more than her sister since Cassia sometimes got seasick. Sometimes their father even accompanied them if he could spare the time. Alex’s parents and extended family also loved cooking, and her skill and enjoyment stem from time spent with family in the kitchen. She and Cassia learned a few basic aspects of tanning from their father, but they didn’t like it and dragged their feet around about it. Consequently, they were relatively unskilled when their parents died.
When Alex was 14 and Cassia was 12, their mother’s family insulted an important faery, and her mother and father died shortly after in an “accident” at sea. Because Leonidas was an only child and Alkyone’s few relatives had perished at sea or been imprisoned, Alex and her sister were taken in by their grandparents (Lenoidas’s parents) and helped run the family tanning business. They also changed their surname to St. Clair during this time period in an effort to protect themselves from any fae who might still bear a grudge against their parents and mother’s family. Eventually, their grandparents grew too old to keep up with the physical labor, and neither Alex nor Cassia had the knowledge, experience, skill, or strength at the ages of 18 and 16 to do all the work themselves. So, to support themselves and their grandparents, they obtained jobs at a local tavern. Although Alex was arguably the better cook, she worked waiting on the patrons and pouring drinks while Cassia slaved away in the kitchens. There had only been one open position as a cook and one for a waitress and barmaid, and knowing how reserved her sister was, Alex opted to let Cassia work as a cook behind the scenes. But whenever possible, Alex assisted her and another cook, a human boy named Armand.
After about a year in the tavern, Alex’s grandfather passed away due to an illness, and her grandmother followed a few months later in her sleep. Alex and her sister were both sorrowful to part with them, but they tried to comfort themselves with the knowledge that their grandparents had lived long lives by human standards. It didn’t help much if Alex was being honest with herself, but at least it was better than the tragedy that had befallen her parents. With her grandparents now gone, Alex had a little more free time and only had to care for herself and Cassia, giving her the opportunity to finally make friends outside of Armand and Daphne, who was another waitress at the tavern. There wasn’t a lot of time for parties and fun, but Alex’s friends came to see her in the tavern. And every now and then, she cooked dinner at her and Cassia’s residence for their neighbors. Sometimes Harvey, Marabella, and Angelo from next door brought instruments they’d made since that was their profession.
Xandria and her sister settled into a new normal, working long hours at the tavern with little hope of ever doing something useful or important with their lives. About once every lunar cycle, they got together with their mortal friends for good food, music, and conversation, but sometimes Alex had to drag her sister out of the kitchen or the small garden she’d cultivated in the yard when they had guests over. Still, Alex grew bored, though she knew it was unlikely anything would change. She found it impossible to be content with their circumstances like Cassia, but she might have thought otherwise if she knew her parents and her mother’s family had been organizing rebellions against the fae and were assassinated or punished by other, unpleasant means for it.
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Self reflection is the highest qualification – everything else comes through it.Full Name: Faíl Nesryn Faliq
true name: Felix
gender: none
Sexuality: asexual
physical age: 19/ actual: 1980
Half dragon/Fae
Court: Spring
Title: Gardner of Spring
Fae imperfection: a more compact figure opposed to the usually noble looking and thin Fae, sharp teeth
Face claim: see above
Eye Color: greyish blue with a golden ring
Hair Color: dark brown
Skin: humanlike sun tanned
Scar: several scars on hands and shinbone proofing him to be a hard worker
Personality: very thoughtful, benevolent, always working and moving for he has a lot of energy and inner drive, diplomatic and pazifistic, paladin-like, lawful good, keeps his feelings and thoughts to himself and trusts them only upon beings he really knows, does not hold behind the mountain with his knowledge – or wisdom as he claims
History: he was raised in a cult, the Drachenhüter, and became a monk there. Therefore he tries to avoid every fight through logic and talking his way out diplomatically, but when his force is put to the test, he gives his all. He usually fights with his body and earth magic, but sometimes he uses his life-leeching enchanted katana. From the cult in the woods he was sent out into the land of the four courts to help, for their self understanding is to better the world and to prepare the return of the dragons. This is also why he treats every living being with respect – even humans – but keeps his thoughts about them on the inside. He may not be able to craft, but he works in the fields and is as much of a mechanic as his limitations let him. He uses a little bit of air magic to reinforce his jumps or heavy lifting.
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Amaranth - Nightwish
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| True Name | Raven |
| Physical Age | 19 | Actual Age | 304 |
| Face Claim | Alex Moxham |
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Maeves hair is pure white, and her eyes are a crystal clear blue.
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Maeve is young for the fae, she hasn't seen the countless millennia go by like some of the other fae. She was raised in the Winter Court in a small human village on the farthest reaches of the ice plains. She was left to find her own way by her parents, winter court nobles who felt that any child that couldn't survive in the snow was useless. So she survived, the is a winter fae what else could she do. The humans of the village took her in, well at least some of them did. Most couldn't stand the sight of her, and Maeve couldn't really blame them. She'd seen the horrors of the Winter Court, the violence barely hidden behind polite smiles. One mortal took a liking to her at least, an old woman whose family had all long since passed away. Maeve always guessed that the the woman, Ella, had tired of loneliness and had needed a companion. Something Maeve wasn't necessarily good at, humans feel differently from fae, and Maeve wasn't sure what to feel for the old woman. She cared for her though, and Ella practically raised the young Maeve. At least raised her for as long as she could, the major drawback of growing attached to mortal is inevitably loosing them. Maeve underestimate how much the rest of the townspeople had hated her. The people were driven rugged in the Winter Courts mines, and had so very little to show for it. All it took was one drunken mortal to start a mob. Maeve was asleep when it happened and she woke to the smell of smoke. The cottage had been set on fire, and Ella was trapped in her room. The door was burning and a beam had fallen blocking the elderly woman's exit. Maeve wouldn't leave without Ella, she screamed and cried but she couldn't get her out. Finally she forced her way through the burning door, it was to late. everything in the room was ablaze, nothing was untouched. Maeve ran from the fire, horror burning in her. It was to much to care, to much for her poor immortal heart. So she locked it away, and promised herself that she'd never care again.
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Maeve heart is broken, completely and utterly. The first time she cared was met with something she longs to forget. She doesn't let herself start to care for anything, as soon as she starts to she runs. She runs and runs until there's she can't remember what she had started to care for. She never let's anything pierce the icy walls she's built up over the past two centuries. Nothing get's through, pr at least she tries to pretend nothing gets through. She darts around the winter lands, bringing her icy heart along with her. No one will ever hurt her again, on that she's sure. Nothing can hurt you if nothing gets close to you. Instead she pushes others away before she can grow to care for them. Hurting other before they hurt her, you never have to defend if you always attack. She paints the picture people expect to see, the icy lady of Winter her heart long since frozen over.
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Scars - Boy Epic
Heart of Darkness - Tommee Profitt
Control - Hasley
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| Vex | Summertin | Prince of Summer |
| True Name | Vixin |
| Physical Age | 21 | Actual Age | Older then the courts themselves |
| Face Claim | Benjamin Orlando |
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Vex claims that they’re just tattoos- but his Fellow Princes know better. The black swirls that cover the left side of his face, his shoulder, and his left arm, are full of many different things. Sharp lines and odd angles mix to create a beautiful scene, a sun rising or maybe falling over the ocean.
Another thing, less noticeable, is extra set of dagger-like teeth hidden behind his white pearls.
| Biography |
Vex was born in the time before court, before there ever was a Queen. When the fae were wilder and bred like rabbits, and only those who were but of a mere unimportance were kilt. Vex was one among four who deemed this as something, pitiful. They were the strongest of Fae to ever be known, they had many names, and many enemies. Many believed that the race of Fae should have their own will and able to do as they please, wether it be killing or mere petty theft from humans. The Four disagreed, and fought those who went against their wishes. At that time magic had been stronger, but it’s sad that the fae no longer hold the power they once did in those long years. Vex formed the Summer Court with his magic and those he had bound to him. He laid claim the the most brightest of the seasons, the powers of the heat and sun became his. When he and the others Princes were forming their lands they needed a catalyst to hold the power of all the courts. A fae strong enough to bind the courts to her will. She was the first Queen of the Faerie and last, or so they all hoped. None of the Princes knew that they would be bound to her for eternity when she helped the Princes form the Courts. He never guessed that she even with no crown to wear or throne to sit upon, she would continue to wield the powers of each court. He and the other Princes ruled under her for countless millennia, yoked by her power. They served her.
The Princes had gathered together and plotted the Queen’s demise, eventually coming to the Queen together with a gift. They had made a sweet wine from the summer courts fields, and they had poisoned it with the raw, untouched pieces of iron that Vex could find in mines, then melt it to pure liquid and dust. When the Queen drank the wine Vex remembers that she had looked at his Half-brother for help as she lay dying, but he had merely turned away. So, she turned to Vex, and clutched his face in one hand, the other gripping his own, then she cursed him. Vex remembers the power she had sent through his veins, attacking his mind and trying to destroy him from within. Vex was thankful that the poison took over then, and with it her.
But not before she could curse him.
Prince of the eternal Summer lands, you shall be weakened in the bones and never sleep without hearing my scream. Never shall you find silence, or never shall you seek an end to this pain unless you wish to find me once again.
Weeks after her death, the marks began to form, and true to her words, Vex has never been able to sleep since that day. Some think he’d been mad by now, but actually he’s just rather, wise and foul-tongued.
Along with her death, came the betrayal of his half-brother. They had once been so close, but now they spite eachother more then you’d think was able to exist. Simply over a stupid disagreement that they no longer trusted one another or played nice.
Yet they still bother one another after all these years.
| Personality |
Although the Prince of Summer is the most.. childish... of the four, he is the eldest, and therefor wisest. The person that comes merely close to his age is still a few thousand years apart from him. He was there to watch Fae come and go, killing as they please. They didn’t dare touch him, a Fae containing such a raging fire in his heart. Vex was, and still is, a little trickster... often he pulls harmless gags on his fellow Princes, and keeps them on their toes. He likes to stir up trouble, and they all know he does it because he’s the most bored out of them all.
But, Vex has his moments. He might be the most childish, but that doesn’t mean he can’t act like a warrior. Having the most resources for war, he has to do something with it, right? Vex is a strategic person, the most creative and mischievous person out of the Princes, he’d sadly be the first one to be taken out because of this.
His main weakness is him court, and those who reside in it. Vex worries much about his people and how they deal with their lives, and tends to interfere a bit and help when he can- some say he’s weak for it, but he has the crowd’s favor. With that, he has the heart or the most brightest gold. His morals are, too good to be true. The Summer Court is known to be lavish and joyful because, Vex wants everyone to be happy. Well..
Besides his dear Half-brother Connall. Aka “Pain in the ass brother of mine” as he addresses his brother in letters. These two.. bring out the chaos and anger in one another for sure. The Fae and mortals alike are always ready for a war, but it never comes.
| Miscellaneous Information |
- Summer Court Prince has a strange power of what he stole from the Queen called ‘shifting’, but the ‘shifting’ is limited to one form.
- Chosen form;
- The form he chose has very colorful fur matching the plumage of a blue and gold macaw, a pair of large tusks/canines poking out of his mouth, simular to the tusks of an elephant. Unlike saber-tooth cats, which is what his form is most compared to, he has a longer tail with more then thirteen joints in it.
| Playlist |
Weak - AJR
Can I Get a Witness - SonReal
Slow Dancing In the Dark - Joji
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❅ ʀᴏᴍᴀʀɪs ᴇʟɪᴀᴅ ғᴀʟᴄᴏ ❅ ᴡɪɴᴅᴋᴀɪ ❅ {𝟼𝟹𝟾 ʏᴇᴀʀs} 𝟸𝟿 ❅ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ғᴀʟᴄᴏɴᴇʀ❅
⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯
❅ ««┊♣┊𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟┊♣┊»» ❅
⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯
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"I want the wind to carry me away to the land where my soul belongs." ~ Sape
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❅ ««┊♣┊ℙ𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟┊♣┊»» ❅
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“The shaft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagles own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.” ~ Aesop
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♦ ««┊❁┊ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪┊❁┊»» ♦
⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯
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⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯
❅ ««┊♣┊ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪┊♣┊»» ❅
⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯
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"Being hurt repeatedly can create a monster out of someone."
⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯
♦ ««┊❁┊𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕋𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕤┊❁┊»» ♦
⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯╍⌯
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Ashely / sophie / jacksonTrue Name: jewel Rae
17|17,000
Type of Fae: Water
Title:
Court: winter
DOB: unknown
Sexuality: pansexual
Fae Imperfection: marks
Kathrine Mcnamara/https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CrJwLCcVY...
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: red
Skin: human
(Optional) Tattoo: none
(Optional) Scar: one behind her neck.
(Optional)Marking(s):none
Personality: stubborn, kind, loyal, caring.
History: she was an orphan, abused
[ Playlist ]
"Monsters" - "Ruelle"
"Thnks fr th Mmrs"-"fall out boy"
"This is the hunt"-"Ruelle"
"war of hearts"-"Ruelle"
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Nelcí H. Mesmoal
the blind poet
| Age | 23 | Half-Blood |
Traveler / Author / Favors the Cold over Heat /
| Personality |
Nelcí is a kind-hearted person. She speaks in a quiet, yet beautiful voice and often describes everything in ways that awaken untouched memories and emotions. Some describe her as vulnerable and weak, seeing as how she’s small and frail. Her disability causes many bandits and thief's to target her, so without the writer who travels by her side, she’d be in a different place now.
She’s a very gentle person, always cautious and thoughtful with how she speaks and acts. In her stories, she tends to avoid public opinions of the Princes, and more so describe them as one would describe a mystical god. She tends to go around the bad-mouthed words that people use, and focus on telling their stories of how they’ve came to save humanity. Nelcí knows how to flatter others, and often uses it to gain an advantage or information. Some people go out of her way to be polite to her, or be spiteful. Due to being half Fae and half mortal, some deem her as the lowest of the low, even with her reputation of an angelic person.
She doesn’t let people knock down her dreams, let them into her mind and feed doubt and anger to her inner monsters. She’s a strong person, and has a will of iron. Never, never has she used her words to belittle another, if she were to raise her voice she will diminish herself and feel angry at the influence of her emotions.
| History |
The Mesmoal family consists of a few mortals who’ve shared simular interests in documenting the world. Thanks to this family, Fae and human alike have a bit more understanding of the land around them. Due to their lengthy notes they’ve made during their travels, scholars were able to uncover ruins of old civilizations, and find unnamed clans of few wild Fae.
One of those wild Fae was named Déllmórk, and he was the father of the quiet traveler named Nelcí.
Born in the Court of Autumn, Nelcí grew up among Fae and mortal due to her mother’s request of not traveling along side her. People treated her with such a delicate way, for she was blind. The Fae never truly were able to find ways to fix her sight, and ended up leaving her alone to the world, allowing her to wonder as she please among Fae and human, taking notes and describing the life of the court’s and their people. By the age of twenty, Nelcí had published four separate books, one dedicated to each Court. The works are told by her perspective, describing the sounds and smells, touches and feelings of what each place brought her. They are poetic and informative books, written in a way that would make it seem as if you were truly there. Of course, there was no description of color, no description of people and their looks. Rather, they are described by their voices, sounds and touch.
Currently, Nelcí is working on another set of work, and this time they mainly focus on the Autumn and Spring Court. She wants to bring more light to the.. higher-appreciated Courts. Nelcí claims that ‘those two courts hold the most of what I cannot see; but more of what I can tell.’ Which means that she’s most often found in those two courts, talking to a strange, dark Fae who writes down everything she says.
| Other |
- Has a very nasty patch of mis-colored skin over her left eye. It’s color is darker than her skin by a few shades, and often is described as a result of being blasted by magic.
... bring me a dream ...
is mine approved?
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