#Haela Balcyan

[haela-balcyan]

Raised proper, born bad...

Witchy afternoon

[knownashaunt]

"Do the stares bother you?"

@haela-balcyan

An evening unremarkable among evenings, and Haunt, of course, eagerly makes the most of it by engaging in the otherwise unmentionable. Dirt clings to leather boots, clods on the shovel strapped against the canvas satchel on their back, and falls in little chunks and pebbles at the consistent, unsettled movements of the wormy little mercenary. Moving in, feline grace trips over unmitigated curiosity, landing the elf only a foot away, the fresh scent of dirt the first of many offenses present. Somewhere beneath that lingered oil, pinewood, and mold. Likely mold. For everyone's sake, it's mold.

"Stairs?" The glint of evening road lanterns flicker over tinted goggles as they take in the questioner and question alike, with an audible hum of consideration and sudden tap of one metal fingertip upon the filter that sits at Haunt's right cheek. It is a slow, ambling appraisal, as they take words less cautiously. "Typically? No, the stone ones--the sturdy ones--those are fine, very doable. Like human ones, or dwarven, yes, indeed those." As if the question demanded anything more, a lithe frame of sable leather and oxidized metal kicks up at the right knee to cross that leg over the left knee. Standing, contorting, one-legged and not even wobbling, the explanation continues with visual aid. Free hands, despite the weight of whatever that satchel was on their back, reach down with ease, pry at leather belt buckles without hesitation, and in a reveal as grand as a show's opening--slow draw of the curtains and all--the mechanical right leg is exposed.

Wiring as condensed and complex as any goblin's hairbrained electrical device ball around fine, moss-tinted shine, the pipework of the prosthetic tibia just visible beneath the electrical components. "It is those other ones, the floating ones, you know--oh, you might not--do you know?" It isn't like Haunt leaves time for an answer. "Silvermoon, the stairs float there. They wiggle, and the magic, it dispels under the discharge from the heel--here." A gloved digit extends to display the titanium-looking bracket at the heel of the half-boot worn on the replaced leg. The slender tip touches to the metal heel activating a spark of turquoise arcing to pure white just at the contact point. Retreating, it disperses, webbing along the twisted pathways of wires to discharge entirely into the rod of the tibia.

"Haunt would like to have a word with someone about accessibility complications present in Silvermoon's public locations because stepping on a stairwell and having to run at full speed as it discharges its magical properties and collapses underneath Haunt makes for a lot of very unnecessary exercise that Haunt would like to not engage in while simply enjoying themselves in the city." Like a light flickering off, that head swivels up to stare forward. "Elves just do not make good stairs."

[ @haela-balcyan, thank you!!]

[haela-balcyan]

🌻 🌻

Prompt: Send a 🌻 and I'll tell you w/e the fuck I want.

Though she paints herself to be the face of malice and ill intent, she still carries in her the ethics and morality of which her parents built her with. She pursues monsters despite being a monster herself, but makes no effort to be kind along her way. Her only saving grace is the fragmented family members left-- But especially her work.

2. Haela was made into a creature of bloodlust and nightmare by her own brother. The horrors of her rebirth was born out of necessity following a nemesis's plot to kill the last of the Balcyan bloodline. Her story entails the will and pure motivation to survive. Death isn't the end in this reality, and she makes no exception to just give in when it really matters.

@damien-ward

[susan-gampre]

Forewarning: This is a very old ask of which I felt was a good way to reintroduce old characters, and fulfill a friends ask request which I had been sitting on much too long:

💚 - friendship ~

There are just so many possibilities for this one, alot of characters of mine have the potential to make decent friends on their own, but when applying it to this scenario of plotting I’ll go ahead and give you the ships I think would work out the best (based on personality traits I know of your characters in order of most likely to sortta likely ➡)

Verzatea(@whatadarkbitch ) / Ana-Juli( @anajuli-mirkstone )/ Haela Balcyan (@haela-balcyan )) + Korrinth (dark powerful babe squad)

Susan / Rickie (@rickiedevron )Camille (drop out student turned painter with magic as her median (@camille-craft)) + Kiro (Degens make the best of friends)

Araebe(@little-araebe (a mermaid))/ Rickie / Amian ( divinity inclined noble soldier turned wayward paladin (@amian-delvrox))/ Esme @esme-erynn ) + Soira (Free spirits with good vibes often attract one another)

Elebreth Baelfy ( a hirable guard for nobility, a fellow rendorei) + Anne

💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) ~

To me, symbolic familia is so much deeper than blood relative, because not all blood relatives get along but chosen family is more special. But I do have some Sindorei who could be blood related to any of yours (Maybe even Anne?) especially since I haven’t expanded on their family history for this very reason:

Blood -

Possibility 1: Galiera Baelfy (@galiera-baelfy) is the daughter of a well-to-do though humble family, and is currently in school so that once deemed worthy, she might join the courts and become a lawmaker. Shes anything but humble, and quite frankly can come off as rude and uptight.

Possibility 2: Verzatea Duskflame is the daughter to a noble house of published authors (with writings revolving around the Dark arts, which she perfected and utilizes in her current position as Confessor in the House of the Nine (@the-house-of-the-nine)).

Possibility 3: Elebereth Baelfy lost her mother, father and siblings to illness when she was already an adult, while she studied the ways of the courts with her cousin Galiera. Once she lost them, she lost anything worth living for and dived into combat training to hone her body as a tool for preserving the life of those worthy (she’ll not protect a corrupt being, no matter how much they pay her).

Possibility 4: Haela Balcyan. More on that later, but the gist is her family of monster hunters more or less fell off the face of the map when confirmed deaths of the household heads rolled around the newspaper. Haela specifically endured a frightful change of lifestyle which to this day marred the girl she was once.

Symbolic -

This is an open opportunity, for any number of characters.

- Susan adopts lost souls left and right - Rickie considers all of her friends people she trusts and would lay her life down for

-Lysandra Vanburen ( @lysandra-vanburen)) is a closeted witch surviving midst the Drustvar witch trials

-Haela, despite being a monster herself, is a monster hunter and oft goes out on hunts. She will protect Innocents, even if it's a loathed act that they were in the way to begin with - Araebe considers anyone who cleans, protects or loves the ocean a member of her kin and she will give you goodies from the depths for honorable acts - Amian loves literally anyone and everyone, she shall protect you in the face of any adversary - Camille was disowned by her widowed father for dropping out of school and thus craves parental bonds. A few options, but we can discuss any other possibility! 🤷

💔 - past relationship ~

Again, this is an open opportunity. We just have to discuss who to consider for the roles and we can work of the rest of the details! The most likely candidates for the running and why:

Susan - Obviously, she's the most unlikely of them all to hold down a stable relationship. The first sign of serious vibes and she bolts, feigning that shes unprepared or doesn't love the person when in actuality she is notorious for sabotaging her happiness.

Lysandra Vanburen- She would have been a sordid partner of affairs, able to get away with such unladylike happenings in her youth for the sole fact of who her family is. Low caste or high, if they were good company and beautiful enough she may have dabbled in discreet relationships .. but it would all come to an end at a certain age when she started taking being a representative to the Vanburen name much more seriously.

Rickie - She's a drifter. Can't stay in one place long before feeling the literal call of the wild, she will always come back to town for a fling or a few months of playing house before deucing with her dogs to get back to traveling the world.

Araebe - She's not for the land, always feeling the ocean drag her back in. The open waters are her home and life, this she is rarely able to commit for the sake of her loved one.. for the ocean is her greatest love of all and she will not turn her back on it to live a fruitless life on land pretending to be human.

Haela - Monster hunters make for terrible dates, she would leave anyone on read at the chance of a monster in the area for her to flex her skills on. Plus she's kinda freaky as an individual, a psychopath in all respects.

💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) ~

Lysandra loathes the Horde. Her history in military has left her with scars and horror stories that haunt her to this day, things she vowed to spend a life time repaying the faction for. They are all a kill on sight for her. It is a possibility where anyone she ships with she constantly runs into and will happily engage in a fight with without hesitation. Or, if on neutral territory, she will harass and mean mug you to death.

Galiera can make shit hard to swallow, and will clash/argue with anyone who responds poorly to her often shitty attitude.

Susan and Rickie don't hate people easily, but crossing either one earns a lifetime of headaches from sly/aggressive quips from the Madam or straight up shitty remarks from Rickie when around them. But its also just as acceptable for them to become frenemies with anyone. 🤙

Amian is a devout woman of the Light. She will never quietly accept the atrocities of how people destroy their bodies to house dark magic. Demon hunters, warlocks, good elves and in general people of the dark arts are susceptible to her passive aggressiveness.

As for your add on question regarding --

💟 - friends with benefits ~       

I’ll go ahead and give you (and anyone curious) a list of potential candidates who would be open to such tom foolery:

Rickie, Esme, Verzatea, Araebe, Camille, Haela. Everyone else is a possibility but there's too many variables that could ignite or snuff out such a potential friendship that itd require some forethought.

@unabashedrebel sorry this took literal years!🌻

[susan-gampre]

OC's available:

@rickiedevron @lysandra-vanburen @haela-balcyan

Anon-Day!

~ Ask my my character anything you want ~ Confess something you would never say to my their face ~ Send them an anonymous letter ~ Give them unsolicited advice you think they need ~ Tell them one thing you like about them ~ Tell them one thing you hate about them ~ Tell them your favorite memory of them

Anything is welcomed on Anon-Day, as long as it’s on anon!

[gampreleatherworking]

Your Seduction Style: The Charmer

You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement. You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you. By establishing this deep connection quickly, people fall under your power. And then you've got them exactly where you want them!

Tagging: @susan-gampre​ @meliesa-evanora-gampre​ @haela-balcyan​

Tagged by: @esme-erynn​

[drathul-balcyan]

"You ever get tired of this shit, Thul?" Haela's question came paired with the woman slinging an arm over Drathul's shoulders, the nook of her inner elbow hooking around the back of his neck as his sister leans into him, quick to explain, "The whole... Constantly moving, thing? The nomad life? How long can we stay on this path before we get bored, and return home?"

As his Sister's arm hooked around his neck, Drath'ul looked at his sister with a slightly raised brow, his voice sounded thick with tiredness. "There are times when it does get tiring. And Returning home wouldn't be such a bad idea."

The elder twin looked out across their current landscape, a town seemed nestled in the distance with the Sun setting behind the trees. "But then again we will have to take up the responsibilities of our Namesake."

"Are you ready to make an appearance at Court again? Dabble in all the scheming and backstabbing that happens there?" He offered her a slight smirk as he looked back at her, "If you seriously want to go home we can. I'm sure they'll all be utterly surprised we still are alive."

(@haela-balcyan)

[drathul-balcyan]

🎬 for Haela, what kinda sshenanigans does he got in mind?

"Let's show these lesser beings what happens when you mess with the Balcyan Twins."

(@haela-balcyan)

[whatadarkbitch]

@haela-balcyan

[susan-gampre]

In the silence of their exchange Susan had all the more time to see the nuisances of the fellow beside her, the way his eye shifted in ways that she suspected dubious thoughts rolled around in his mind. The way he cradled his cigar like a wounded man shying away from the offering, the familiarity of the hesitation reminded her distinctly of herself. Only her taboo vice was a substance much more unhealthy-- Sue was most familiar with having found some other vice to falter the deep rooted desires for the more debilitating.

The woman straightened her posture, weight distributed evenly between her heels. She carried a partially solemn look before nodding to the initial lanky fellow of which whom, having read the Madam's wordlessly mouthed numeral expression, would begin to the delicate process of counting the contents of the Madam's personal pouch. Sue would fix her face before returning her harrowing stare unto Zexx.

The Candells, in Susan's experience, were strange creatures. So much stranger that the fellow's conviction to maintain some level of professionalism would have the Madam consider him carefully. What did he have to hide? Was it problematic to send this swashbuckler into the deepest darkest woods of Drustvar with her valuable baggage?

With a shake of her head she reaches to snatch up the forgotten shot, sending the glass backward to the tender before chuckling, refocusing on the 'cyclopes'.

"I don't expect you to need a babysitter, Candell. But that friend of a friend I mentioned between Vanburen and I? She's taken the trek once before now if you'd prefer a guide," she smiles slightly then, "Haela Balcyan is another monster hunter, but abit... Peculiar and violent. She may not be the wisest choice for delicacy but she and Lysandra have some kind of rapport that I respect. However, like I said: All I need is you to deliver the supplies and the letter, and return with a letter from Vanburen herself," she falters then, her head bobbing side to side as she adds stipulations, "Though I will concede, I'd greatly prefer all the bottles make it to their destination. No stolen bottles, no cracked bottles and certainly no shattered bottles."

For a moment the woman would quietly look on at Zexx, measuring his body language with the subtlety and calculation to guarding his expression. Strange evermore, full of secrets. But first and foremost, valuable and helpful! She'd offer him a guarded smile, stating with a sly take to her tone, " You're the professional, let me know your limitations and I will attempt to accommodate you. Im sure you're already familiar with the landscape, its abit rough but I have valuable insight that the road to the Vanburen's is more or less a straight line."

Then, with quiet precision, the lanky assistant leaned behind Zexx to place a sack of his upfront fee onto the bar directly in the fellow's reach before backing away.

@zexxcandell

Mentioned: @haela-balcyan

“Give me one good reason to trust you.”

The Madam's unruly golden irises held the eye of the fellow, a grim though amused smile entangling her glossy lips as a wry sarcastic question came forth to meet his pointed request:

"And here I hadn't supposed total trust was required in this equation. Well since you bring it up; How do you suppose I should trust you, wanderer?"

She leaned away from the bar, the palms of her hands holding her upright as with a swivel of her hips she dismounts the barstool from beside him, the full weight of her typically small stature bolstered by heels much too tall to be comfortable. She was still able to hold his gaze head on with this height advantage, a more direct tone taking place of her initial teasing one as she leans in closer, aiming for a discreet discussion:

"Ask yourself instead, what do you have to lose? All I'm asking is for a small favor from a familiar patron of mine, a simple delivery request," she gained a slight twinkle to her eye as she'd lean her elbows into the bar beside him, cocking her head whilst reviewing his facade for any kind of reaction as she probes, "If it's payment you're worried about, I'll pay a fourth of your fee upfront and the remainder upon evidence that you successfully delivered my goods to dear expectant Lady Vanburen-- Unless there's something alittle more rich in quality than plain gold youre seekin'? I'm open to negotiation."

In tow there were two finely dressed individual's with satchels in tote slung around their shoulders, their tailories of a finer quality than that of most servants, suggestive and revealing in design. To Candell this may look no different than most of the individuals of the notorious Sisters in Sin, only these two people actually wore outerwear fit for traveling. Both of them would lower their eyes and adjust their posture under Susan's stare.

"What say you, Mister Candell?"

Mentions: @captzexx @zexxcandell @eldridgecandell? which character do you want friend ;-;

Additional mention: @lysandra-vanburen

[haela-balcyan]

With her lips pressed into a firm line the youngest of the pair releases Drath all together, her posture slumping in such a mannee that her heritage as nobility has to be questioned. But such was the disadvantage of having parents who valued honor and monster hunting above appeasing the tight asses of the courts. A hard lesson they'd have to learn on their owns with trial and error.

Regardless of such an issue, one which hasn't even crossed Haelas mind yet, the woman claims a seat beside her brother and invests effort into admiring the scenery as he seemed to do so happily... And yet, all she could think about was how dreadfully boring this was.

"People will always fear the unknown, especially when they learn they cannot control us. We're no longer children- Fucks sake we werent even children when we were children... We've seen scarier shit than grown adults temper tantruming. Endured greater hardships and hate from people actually worth their salt. Faced countless of beasts and creatures sought to destroy civilizations for their own benefit. Not even the older women of the courts can frighten me in comparison to all that. Worst of all," Haela tucks a chunk of her dark blue hair over her ear, a solemn expression falling upon her features as she remarks in a most bland tone, though her words rang true, "The Courts respected the House Balcyan before. Now we'll see their true colors, with mother and father dead."

Her enchanting blue eyes turned to inspect her brother, her expression calm despite the storm in her eyes.

"Then it is up to us to restore that respect if they speak out of turn. Time to play the games, brother. Are you prepared?"

She extends her arm to Drath'ul, her intention to grasp elbows with him in an unspoken gesture of trust, a shared agreement to have eachothers backs.

@drathul-balcyan

"You ever get tired of this shit, Thul?" Haela's question came paired with the woman slinging an arm over Drathul's shoulders, the nook of her inner elbow hooking around the back of his neck as his sister leans into him, quick to explain, "The whole... Constantly moving, thing? The nomad life? How long can we stay on this path before we get bored, and return home?"

As his Sister's arm hooked around his neck, Drath'ul looked at his sister with a slightly raised brow, his voice sounded thick with tiredness. "There are times when it does get tiring. And Returning home wouldn't be such a bad idea."

The elder twin looked out across their current landscape, a town seemed nestled in the distance with the Sun setting behind the trees. "But then again we will have to take up the responsibilities of our Namesake."

"Are you ready to make an appearance at Court again? Dabble in all the scheming and backstabbing that happens there?" He offered her a slight smirk as he looked back at her, "If you seriously want to go home we can. I'm sure they'll all be utterly surprised we still are alive."

(@haela-balcyan)