#calytrix agvain

[zwy01]

Noble OCs!!!

More headcanons!! This is my version of the predecessors of canon Clan Leaders. I said I would create parents for the nobles like a few months ago (??) and I finally got to some of them, lol. Anyways

Rubino Elenor: Rozaria’s father and predecessor, and Calytrix’s younger half-brother. Rubino was a merry, lively person. He had a deep, hearty laugh and a lovely smile, so great you can’t help but feel happy around him. But don’t be fooled! Rubino has tricks up his sleeves… literally. He had a very mischievous and almost childish side to him. He loved to teleport behind people, mess around with them, and teleport away, all for his own amusement. He’s basically a professional prankster. Just harmless jokes and funny spells, nothing more. Stuff like tugging on Ragar’s ponytail, poking Gradeus’ buttcrack, tickling Krasis and Roctis’ waists, making Zarga’s ears rain jelly beans, slapping a toupee with a superglue spell on Lagus’ head, giving Edian a chipmunk voice, inversing Gejutel’s hair color so his hair turns black and his stripes white… and much more. Hah! Y’all should smile more, seriously. The only ones he didn’t mess with were Raizel, the Previous Lord, and maybe Raskreia. Though, PL had probably invited Rubino to prank him multiple times, just because it’s hilarious, much to Krasis’ horror. Rubino also had a very strict and stern side to him, which was very different from his usual self. His colleagues would often try to guess which “personality” he’d show up to meetings with. Surprise! Haha. Rubino’s other hobby was collecting random trinkets. Toy boxes, empty wine bottles, buttons, broken stuff, cheap stuff, and much more. If you get on his good side, he might gift you something from his very own collection. What an honor. Here’s a bent salad fork, just for you! Enjoy. With his family, he was very sweet. He had a great relationship with his daughter Rozaria and often played games of teleportation tag with her. His sister Calytrix called him Ruby, which was a name he adored. Rubino dated Zarga, Krasis, Roctis, and PL. Just sweet, casual flings. P.s. Rubino is jacked and his grandson Alois from my Millennium AU gets his crazy muscles from him lol.

Calytrix Agvain: Urokai’s mother and predecessor, and Rubino’s older half-sister. Calytrix was a daring, fearless, and imaginative person. Ready to live, ready to die. Nobles have extremely long lifespans, and so days, months, years, even decades may seem like nothing more than a blink of an eye to most of them. Not for Calytrix. She loved to have something to do for each and every day. It could be anything. Learning a new language, rock climbing, winemaking, glassblowing, gardening, cheesemaking, lock picking… you name it. Making the most out of every moment, enjoying life to the fullest, that’s how life should be. Nobles who just sit around and stare at the ceiling all day are wasting their lives, tsktsk, maybe they should just donate their extra years to someone who will really use them. Lol. Carpe diem, my sweeties. Once she is done with her Clan Leader duties at hand, good luck finding her. She’s probably close by or far away or somewhere in between doing one of her super obscure hobbies in a super obscure location. Her clan members often found themselves with headaches, wondering where their Clan Leader is off to for the nth time. Please tell us where you’re going before you leave next time, Clan Leader! Oops, I forgot. Hehe, maybe just come and find me. And so, one of the things Urokai did most as a child was being tasked with retrieving his mother, trekking around trying to find her and when he does, telling her to return with him. Calytrix would just laugh, give her son a big embrace, squeeze him close to her, and roll around in the grassy, flowery hills until their beautiful dark red hair get all messy and filled with petals. Her carefree spirit was pretty eccentric by traditional noble standards, and maybe that was also the reason why she shined so brightly. Her brother Rubino called her Trixie and it meant a lot to her. Calytrix dated probably half of Lukedonia’s population (as people joke), with Edian being one of her longest relationships.

Noel J. Loyard: Seira’s father and predecessor, and Edian’s relative (cousin or nephew, undecided yet). Noel was an altruistic and empathetic person. Despite knowing the fact that humanity, and even some nobles, are greedy and insatiable, he still set out to help them each and every time. This was the reason why many believed that he was dumb, for still believing in change and kindness when his own efforts were often met with dissatisfaction, more demands and even betrayal from those he reached his hand out to. In truth, he genuinely believed that if his efforts could make the world a better place, then he would do anything within his power to help, even if it is very complex and hard to achieve in reality. In a way, he was a dreamer. Even at his death and before he was killed, he believed that it was his duty to protect the weak. Aside from performing his duties as Clan Leader, Noel spent most of his time studying philosophy, collecting different works from around the world, from both humans and werewolves. Noel had a loving relationship with his daughter Seira, to whom he passed on his strong belief of protecting the weak. One of his favorite things to do with Seira was hanging out in their manor, their beloved home. When there was sunshine, he would brush Seira’s hair, have a picnic, and gently chase butterflies with her. When it snowed, they would try to land snowflakes on the tip of their noses and make drawings on the snow-piled ground with their fingers. Even when it rained, it did not stop them from dancing in their rose garden, his footsteps accompanied by her tinier footsteps. It was truly a good time, albeit very brief and tragically short-lived. Noel had a brief fling with Regis’ father, Rousare, who was his best friend and on-and-off lover. P.s. Noel had white eyelashes from his Drosia heritage.

Qing Ru: Kei’s mother and predecessor. Qing was a very smart, observant, and strategic person. Everything she chose to do had a meaning and a purpose, and she did not do things based on her feelings. Rather, she relied on reasoning and reasoning alone. Though she spent most of her time isolating herself in the mountains training day and night, it wasn’t just training in the traditional sense of fighting like one would expect from a typical Ru. It also involved meditating, observing both animate and inanimate objects, breathing in and out with the environment and feeling the energy of the land and the world around her. She believed training not only the body but also the soul was the way to achieve true strength, which she teaches to her son, Kei. Unlike Kei, Qing wasn’t dense at all. She was good at reading people, and she could analyze them and guess their thoughts and/or needs based on the way they tense their facial and body muscles, the circulation of the energy within their bodies, etc. That’s also why her fellow Clan Leaders loved sparring with her, because she could pinpoint their weaknesses and counter them. Back to Kei… well, PL used to joke about Kei being a “dense cookie” even when his mother was a people scanner. A young and (kinda) dumb Kei took it as a compliment, meanwhile Qing was not too amused, lol. Qing raised Kei to be a traditional Ru and while she was strict with her son, she was a good teacher and mother. She called her son Baobei (meaning treasure/darling) and when they were not busy training, they would sit by the waterfall and feel the breeze on their faces, and watch the stars. She had many friends, and regularly invited them over for some tea and noodles. Qing did not date anyone, as she didn’t care for such things. (she was quite popular tho, lol)

Valentina Mergas: Ludis’ mother and predecessor. Valentina was sharp, trustworthy, and highly independent. She took her duties as the Mergas Clan Leader and Lukedonia’s guardian very very seriously and she barely had time to herself for leisure. To be specific, if she had extra time to spare after completing her duties as Clan Leader, she would go on a extra round of border patrol and check up on everyone, making sure the Central Order members were doing their jobs correctly. If she caught anyone slacking off just a bit, good luck getting away without being yelled at and disciplined. There was no leeway, there were no excuses. Some would say that she was a bit too strict, but it was under her leadership that the knights’ organization truly became one and functional, with a structure that would prove to be practical and efficient for many generations to come. PL was very impressed with her abilities and to her it was a great honor. It was her job, and she truly enjoyed it. Though, it was limited to Lukedonia only. Whatever happened outside of Lukedonia, she didn’t care for it. Not one single bit. To her Lord, her colleagues and her friends and family, she was fiercely loyal. They meant the world to her, and she would die for them. Meanwhile the humans, werewolves, whatever… they can cause all the war and chaos they want, as long as it happened outside and didn’t bother Lukedonia, it was none of Valentina’s business. To be precise, Valentina did not oppose the protection of other species by nobles but she believed that they must know that things like ambition and greed have consequences, even if it’s by learning it the hard way. And her loyalty is to Lukedonia and not the world. For this reason, she believed that Noel’s absolute selflessness was dumb. But, if her Lord ordered her to protect non-nobles, she would not hesitate to accept his orders. Valentina was both warm and cold, and passionate and ruthless at the same time. She had a good relationship with her son Ludis, and often brought him along with her while she ran her errands, for him to watch and learn so by a very young age Ludis was able to fully memorize the standard procedures and protocals of all Mergas duties, down to the smallest of details. Valentina dated Gradeus and PL for a while. P.s. She thinks her scars are cool and are proof of her dedication to her homeland

And that’s it for now! Yay!! Not sure if I���ll do the other remaining ones, most likely not. But I’ll see how it goes.

[zwy01]

Noble OCs - Agvain

Making five OCs for every clan!

Typhon Agvain: Pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to Lagus’ generation.

Typhon was the father and predecessor of Calytrix, the mother and predecessor of Urokai. He was also the father of Rubino Elenor, the father and predecessor of Rozaria. Typhon pretty much raised Calytrix with free-range parenting. He was happy to let her run around and play to her heart’s content, which defined her childhood as one filled with pure joy. His fellow Clan Leaders raised their eyebrows at him once they learned that he never really pushed his daughter with her education either. He ignored the standard successor training procedure which was an extremely unusual decision at that time. It still is mostly unheard of in the present day. Typhon’s philosophy of life emphasized how children should be able to enjoy their childhood while it lasts and the work can happen later. No one needs to be shackled to a suffocating life of grinding just because “ancient tradition” said so or whatever, he thought. His predecessor raised him with a fairly relaxed attitude, and he turned out fine. Typhon had full faith in little Calytrix. If she took after him, then she’d naturally fall in love with studying just like how he himself suddenly went from neutral to passionate during his teenage years, so he had no worries. Even if she didn’t, he would’ve fully supported her as her father anyway. If Calytrix wanted a carefree life of leisure and freedom even after succeeding Typhon, he’d gladly do Clan Leader work in her stead for as long as she wanted him there. He wouldn’t mind. After all, he chose to bring her into this world and of course he’d want the best for her. In Calytrix’s case, she did find clan duties to be somewhat entertaining so naturally she integrated the studying and training into her routine without any influence from external pressure. Her beloved father asked her if she did it because she truly wanted to and not because of the adults’ whispers, to which she giggled and responded of course, why would she ever lie to her amazing Pa. Typhon was extremely grateful towards his predecessor for letting him decide his own pace of life and thus parented his daughter the same way. Calytrix’s peers watched her with admiration and envy as she laughed and rolled around in the grass while they drowned in piles of books. Luckily for them, Calytrix was very smart and helped them sneak out to play with her and snuck them back in before their tutors noticed. Typhon’s so proud of his little girl, aww. Isn’t she so generous. Father and daughter treasured each other very much. When Trixie’s younger half-brother Rubino was born much later, Typhon suggested raising him free-range like his older sister but the Elenor Clan Leader rejected the idea and insisted on following tradition. Welp, guess that couldn’t be helped, Ruby wasn’t Typhon’s heir so he had no say in his upbringing. Still, with a wink and a playful smirk, he let little Ruby know he was welcome to come visit Pa’s home anytime. Typhon’s love for his family meant he stuck around for a long while. He was present for the entire duration of Calytrix being Clan Leader and only entered eternal sleep after her retirement. Typhon’s partner was an unnamed Blerster, the mother of Calytrix.

Lerna Agvain: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Gejutel’s generation.

Lerna was the mentor of Urokai. Her placement in such an important position wasn’t a mere coincidence. Everything she had ever worked for was an effort on her part to approach the Agvain heir. She didn’t do it because she cared about him, though. As a matter of fact, her concern for any of the Agvains was minimal. Lerna simply wanted to see chaos unfold and she’d be the one to make it happen. That’s right. She approached Urokai to sabotage his life. And she started early to achieve the ideal results. It would be wrong to say Lerna is just another amongst the crowd, because she isn’t a nobody; she was actually Calytrix’s childhood companion, by pure luck. Typhon was a kind-hearted man and one day, he passed by a young clan member who seemed unhappy and after he knelt down and talked to her, he found out it was due to her less-than-ideal family. He wanted to offer her a chance to escape from that environment, so he asked if she was interested in becoming her future Clan Leader’s playmate, and she accepted because she desperately needed the opportunity. Little did Typhon know that his single act of kindness would result in disaster in the far future thanks to the snake he invited in his den. But of course he wouldn’t have known, because she was just a child. Perhaps Typhon underestimated what children were capable of. In Lerna’s case, it was the amount of hatred she could manifest inside her. Turns out Lerna wasn’t exactly grateful for the opportunity she was given. She made sure to look like she did, though. She’s an excellent actress and even fooled Calytrix into thinking they were best friends. In reality, Lerna despised Calytrix. Her position as companion just allowed her to witness Calytrix’s wonderful life up-close which fueled her discontent and jealousy. Typhon spoiling his beloved Trixie, the servants adoring her, their clan members promising to serve her well, etc… instead of being happy for her future Clan Leader, Lerna grew bitter and hateful. It didn’t matter if Typhon was super nice to her and treated her as if she were Calytrix’s sister and part of their family. She simply wanted to destroy them just because, and she had to do it discreetly. So she waited. All those years of pretending to love Trixie paid off. When Urokai was born, naturally Calytrix asked Lerna first whether she’d like to be his mentor. She pretended to cry happy tears and hugged Calytrix as she exclaimed yes nonstop. Great, now she could finally get her schemes going. Urokai was a difficult child. That’s just in his nature. He could’ve turned out a bit more normal with proper guidance but any efforts to improve him would be countered by Lerna in the shadows. Long story short, she slowly poisoned his mind. She never turned away from opportunities to smite any budding hope in his character and constantly fed him with hatred to keep him angry. She whispered into his ears “You’re the best in the world and everything you do is right”, “Those who disagree with you are wrong and deserve punishment”, “When you’re denied of what you desire, cry and scream and fight for it until you get it” and “If someone doesn’t love you back, get rid of them”. Again, Lerna pretended to love Urokai. As expected, Urokai genuinely loved her back. He soaked up her “teachings” and heavily relied on them for guidance and comfort. It’d be a lie to say Lerna didn’t care for Urokai at all because she kind of did have affection for him though her feelings were too complicated and twisted thus difficult to convey through words. Lerna was successful at molding Urokai into an angry, explosive, agitated, and violent person. She even got him to turn against his other parent, Isolde. After learning of Urokai’s execution, Lerna is silent then laments the loss of her prized source of entertainment. Unbeknownst to her, someone may or may not have unintentionally eavesdropped on her confession monologue. In the present day, Lerna works as a babysitter for Agvain children. Unbelievable, right? Lerna’s partner is an unnamed Ru.

Hammurabi Agvain: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Gejutel’s generation.

Hammurabi works in the judicial branch of the noble government. He is a just legislator who places a strong emphasis in balance. The law should be neither too relaxed nor too strict, and they must find a suitable middle ground between the two extremes. Hammurabi’s greatest rival is his colleague and fellow legislator Phachoen Mergas, an advocate for extreme justice and unreasonably harsh punishments as a full-on authoritarian who refuses to see things any other way. Unfortunately, Phachoen has many strong networks in Lukedonia at his fingertips. His group of loyal followers support him in whatever he does. His excessively harsh laws get passed one after another while the more reasonable and humane ones by other legislators don’t, to Hammurabi’s dismay. The two of them argue constantly which mostly results in Phachoen winning because the court at the time leaned towards authoritarianism thus favored the extreme over the reasonable. Hammurabi tries to alert everyone of the dangers of total blindness towards nuance and perspective but his voice gets buried and almost no one votes for him. Centuries pass and nothing has changed as Phachoen still dominates the court and Hammurabi starts to give up. Feeling utterly defeated and frustrated, he quits his job as legislator and goes back to his home in the Agvain territory to make intricate voodoo dolls instead. He also maps out backup plans for his family and himself to move out of Lukedonia in case things become a total wreck with the ever-increasing terrible laws. Hammurabi manages to convince all but one of his family members, his own son Samsu-iluna Agvain. Under the effects of Phachoen’s laws, more torturers are being hired and the job is in high demand. Samsu-iluna is one of the torturers and frankly he quite enjoys the work and thinks his father is being over-sensitive and delusional. How bad can it get, he scoffs at his father. Hammurabi once again admits defeat to his stubborn son and makes plans with the rest of his family instead. He then decides to scout the human world by himself for potential new homes to move to. During his travels, he may or may not have bestowed upon a group a humans some legal texts on a stele to give them a starting point in civilization. He could have lent his name to them too. Hammurabi neither confirms nor denies these claims. Phachoen, at one point, makes a remark on how his “dear old colleague” is aimlessly loitering in the outside world because he’s unable to live with his own inferiority and mingling with the humans is his only way to feel validation. Phachoen’s basically pitying Hammurabi for bringing himself down to the humans’ level. Meanwhile Hammurabi thinks humans have much more potential than nobles, and those who can’t see past that are too sheltered and deeply buried in the nobles’ closed ecosystem. Hammurabi eventually returns to work as a legislator after Phachoen gets assassinated. He doesn’t exactly want the job anymore but sees it as necessary to help fix Lukedonia back in the right direction after a certain someone screwed it up. Hammurabi’s hobby is making voodoo dolls, and he’ll never stop making them. His favorite voodoo doll with pins all over the torso area has short grey hair and an ugly frown on its face. That sounds familiar, doesn’t it.

Sangria Agvain: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Sangria is the study buddy, playmate, and sparring partner of Raskreia. She’s also Raskreia’s not-so-distant relative from her mother Desdemona’s side. The two children didn’t get along too well because little Raskreia suspected that her mother chose Sangria to be her companion in order to monitor her even though that wasn’t the case at all. In reality, Desdemona picked Sangria for her competence and potential as Lord’s heir’s companion and the Previous Lord approved the decision. They promptly made arrangements for the children to meet each other. Upon Sangria’s arrival, Raskreia scowled at her for two seconds but was polite enough to acknowledge her with a proper greeting and introduced herself as the Princess, saying the standard filler of how she looks forward to spending time together blah blah blah. Sangria wasn’t dumb either and immediately realized that Raskreia was hesitant if not reluctant to accept her as her companion. She knew even if she tried her hardest to bond with the future Lord, her efforts wouldn’t be reciprocated easily. Still, Sangria wanted to give it an honest shot. After all, she admired the mysterious Lady Desdemona and was willing do it for her even if it meant spending the next couple hundred years dealing with her difficult daughter. Sangria truly cared for Raskreia’s wellbeing despite the latter always keeping a distance between them; she was polite, but not nice. Raskreia needed Sangria but wouldn’t admit it, and pushed her away when she got too close. Raskreia didn’t realize what she was doing, but she basically used her companion as a crutch: one she didn’t fully accept but couldn’t let go of either. Sangria felt hurt at times. Nevertheless, she never stopped trying to form a bond with Raskreia in hopes that she’d let down her guard one day but her efforts only made things worse. They were just “proof” of Desdemona picking Sangria to conveniently spy on her daughter for whatever reasons. Raskreia was too proud to ask questions and consequently her only option was to internally reinforce her misunderstandings of Sangria, to the eventual detriment of the latter’s mental health. The Previous Lord and high-ranking nobles in Lukedonia all praised the heir-companion duo for their excellence, friendship, and how they set up a great example of “model peer relationships” for noble youth. That’d be a superficial observation, of course, because somehow the two of them have an unspoken agreement where they’d pretend to be best friends when the older adults were watching.

Eventually the stress takes a toll on Sangria’s mind in her teenage years and she resorts to self harm. At some point she discovers that her blood, in certain conditions, develops a fruity, almost alcoholic aroma. Out of curiosity, she tastes a drop and to her surprise, it’s sweet and delightful. Soon enough Sangria starts self-harming to relieve stress and to drink her own blood. Her routine is serve Raskreia, go home, self-harm, drink, then heal up before returning work the next day. Curiously, Sangria stays with Raskreia even after the latter reaches 200 years old and no longer needs a companion by noble traditions. Perhaps she still feels like she has a responsibility to take care of the princess. Meanwhile Raskreia never tells Sangria to pack her bags and go away permanently either. Her feelings regarding her companion are complicated, specifically how she “knows too much”. Sangria has a good understanding of Raskreia’s habits, likes and dislikes, strengths and weaknesses etc. Even though Raskreia feels uneasy about someone knowing so much about the details of her life, it’s oddly comforting and thus a possible explanation of why she allows Sangria to stay. Raskreia suspects her, but is attached to her. In the present day, Sangria works as one of Raskreia’s secretaries. She knows her Lord still suspects her of being Desdemona’s spy, which hurts more or less. She keeps it to herself and copes with the stress by self-harming as usual. Sangria’s hobby is plucking seeds off strawberries and collecting them in a small treasure chest. As for the strawberries, she doesn’t eat them and instead hangs them from the ceiling with clips and throws them out once they dry up. Sangria’s partner is an unnamed Mergas.

Rojas Saffron Agvain: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Rojas has a weird hobby which she calls her job. It might as well be one, but that depends on who witnesses her do it. An Agvain would call it a job while others would frown and walk away in disgust, confusion, or both. Rojas likes to decapitate herself. Burning or freezing it off, cleaving it off in a single quick blow, sawing it off inch by inch, or twisting it around so her spine cracks and the muscle fibers snap until it’s easily pulled off… she gets real creative. She has tons of ways to experiment with her body. There’s several reasons behind her rather violent “fun”. Firstly, Agvains are the only nobles who are impossible to kill through decapitation. Or, near impossible, to be considerate of the slightest possibilities. There are no records of any Agvain being killed from getting their head blown off, though it’s worth noting the rest of their body parts are more fragile as a balance. It’s one of the many strange abilities of the clan and some are quite proud of it. So Rojas here is simply testing how true this statement is by challenging the odds. So far it’s true according to her “data”. As soon as her head gets detached from her body, her neck muscles bunch up to halt blood loss. If her head is still lying somewhere, she can place it onto where it’s been cut off and it’ll seamlessly reattach itself to her body. If her head is destroyed, she’ll just grow a new one though it’d take a few decades. If she were a pureblood, it’d only take a few months. With special potions, the head regrowing process can be expedited though it partially depends on the individual too. Rojas thinks it’s fascinating. No Agvain would constantly chop off their heads just for the sake of studying themselves yet clearly dear Rojas here is crazy enough for it. Agvains feel pain like normal people after all, leading to the second point of how Rojas enjoys the sensation of losing her head. It’s kind of addicting and therapeutic, in a way. It’s also pretty to look at and she thinks the blood is a really neat tool for artistic projects. She insists it’s romantic though those who run away screaming when she asks them out by using her head as a paintbrush to write “Will you go out with me?” on the walls say otherwise. Curiously, one of them doesn’t reject Rojas and agrees to the proposal, and that is Rojas’ current partner named Poppy Tradio. They are head over heels for each other and the Poppy is completely smitten with Rojas’ dedication to her “research” and even helps her with it. Maybe that’s also because both of them are pretty unhinged. They think they’re the normal ones and everyone else is weird. Poppy uses her noble superpowers to invent new kinds of flowers and gives one of her creations her lovely Agvain girlfriend’s middle name; lo and behold a beautiful purple and red flower just like the two of them when they’re together. How romantic! Rojas is super flattered. Currently, Rojas has a gig in the human world as a model for the fashion industry and people always praise her for how realistic her “special effects” are. They don’t need to know that she really is walking without a head there.

Thank you for reading! Kravei is next!

[zwy01]

Noble OC! More headcanons!

Yayy. After like three months I’m finally starting to get to the rest of them lol. The remaining ones (hopefully I’ll get to all of them idk how many I’m doing) are in development so here’s the first one.

This is Pandora and she is Gradeus’ mother and predecessor. She belongs to the same age group as Calytrix Agvain (Urokai’s mother), so she’s part of the previous-previous generation of nobles.

Pandora’s story is a tragic one.

Everyone was shocked when they discovered that Pandora had entered voluntary eternal sleep, without consulting anyone, on the day Gradeus turned 200 years old. She just didn’t show up to his coming-of-age ceremony and missed the banquet as well, and people thought it was strange. When they “found” her, she had already left this world, leaving behind nothing more than two letters on her desk, one for her son Gradeus and another for her lover Calytrix.

Pandora suffered from a strange condition prior to her death. On the outside, she was completely normal. It was her mind. Mentally she progressed more similarly to that of a normal human’s. At 20 years old, she had the maturity of a typical young adult human, even though 20 is very much toddler age for nobles. At 50 years old, she felt like she had already lived half of her life. At 80 years old, she was very much content and fulfilled, and ready to be done.

But that’s not the case with nobles, who all have extremely long lives. By the time Pandora was “done” living, she was only a small child by noble standards. And this was where it all started going downhill. Satisfaction and inner peace turned into anxiety, restlessness, and emptiness. She was an old person stuck inside the body of a young person. Pandora was ready depart this world, as she felt that her soul no longer belonged here. Every additional day, hour, and second that she had to live was nothing but torture to her. Nothing made sense anymore, time felt empty and stretched out, positive emotions simply thinned out until she no longer felt them much, or at all. Things lost their every ounce of meaning, and so did her future days to come.

The peace that Pandora had lost could not be regained, at least not in this world, and she herself knew that very well. But she couldn’t do anything about it. She had her duties as future Clan Leader, and she was her predecessor’s only heir. She understood the burden that she was destined to carry as a person of her position. Pandora was torn between seeking her much desired freedom and fulfilling her duties as a noble. As much as it was a dilemma, she ultimately chose the latter. And this was a great sacrifice on her part, one that caused her the misery which eventually resulted in her death right after her heir was barely even ready to take over the clan. Pandora basically forced herself to endure centuries after centuries of nothing but suffocating nothingness, suppressing her desires to call for help. For the sake of her family, her friends, and Lukedonia, she kept it all hidden inside. Not a word to anyone. At most people just thought that she was oddly mature as a child, but it wasn’t enough to warrant any real concern.

Fortunately, in an unfortunate way, Pandora was very successful despite her circumstances. She was an okay Clan Leader. She was a good parent to Gradeus. For the most part. Well, she tried. She really did. Sometimes, when everything was just too much, Pandora would disappear. Sometimes for an hour, a day, a week, maybe even a few years. No one knew where she went. She would always come back, but she never looked refreshed even after a long break. And so during Gradeus’ childhood, his mother just… wasn’t there for a good part of it. For the time they did spend together, they made good memories. Even then, those memories didn’t really help with Pandora’s condition, but perhaps they did spark a few very brief moments of joy in the midst of numbness. You could even say that Gradeus being a difficult child was a good thing, since he helped her feel a little more alive, just because he was such a handful.

Ultimately, nothing could save Pandora and she chose the ending to her own story. Perhaps it was too soon, too abrupt, but it was a fate she couldn’t have escaped from. It’s already an incredible feat for her to make it to the day of Gradeus’ coming-of-age without going insane.

Even Gradeus and Calytrix knew nothing about her condition. They mourned her very much, and Calytrix never forgave herself for not knowing better. In Pandora’s letter to Calytrix, she apologized for keeping her problems hidden and how she hopes that Trixie will forgive her for it. Pandora and Calytrix’s relationship wasn’t a very long one, maybe even brief, but it was very tender and sweet. Calytrix never really recovered from her lover’s sudden death. While she continued to date people and had numerous long and short relationships, it never felt the same. Calytrix lived a very long life and for every moment before her own death, she missed her dear Pan very much. As for Gradeus, no one knew what his mother had for him in her letter. To this day he refuses to say anything about it, and keeps the letter well-protected and hidden somewhere only he knows how to access.

Before Pandora became depressed, her hobbies were entomology and bamboo weaving. She had two supernatural pets, a moth named Pearl and a centipede named Noodles.

P.s. In some universes, Pandora could be Urokai’s other parent, as a soul fragment donor. In my main headcanon timeline, she isnt.

For more info on the other prev-gens, check out my post from before!