#onora cavalier — about

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a study.

BASICS.

full name : onora cavalier ( born onora caliadne of rusalka )

name meaning : honor, radience, compasion, like a inspiring beacon

nicknames : nora, nana, cali ( by her mortal family )

epithets : the enchanting siren

titles : ambassador of the dawn court, former princess of rusalka

gender / pronouns : cis woman / she/her

sexuality : heterosexual

date of birth : on the twenty nine day of the eight month

age : thirty going on three hundred

zodiac : virgo

place of birth : mortal lands ( royal palace of the forgoten city of moros in the extinct kingdom of rusalka )

species : caldroun made fae

languages : common tongue, holy tongue, forgotten rusalkan tongue

allegiance : the dawn court

APPEARANCE.

faceclaim : dominique devenport

height : 5′8″

eye color : blue/green

hair color : brown

dominant hand : right hand

MAGIC.

abilities : immortality, winnowing, heightened senses, ability to manipulate dreams, a bewitching voice

weaknesses : vulnerable to certain magic attacks, individuals with higher level of magic, burn out

PERSONALITY.

positive traits : spirited & clever

negative traits : secretive & guarded

hobbies : sailing, singing, swimming

charcater inspiration : elizabeth swann, nesta archeron, elena montero de la vega

RELATIONSHIPS.

parents : lord amedeo cavalier & lady invidia cavalier nee galene ( adoptive fae parents ), late king ardian of rusalka & late queen odessa of rusalka ( mortal birth parents )

siblings : late princess astara of rusalka, late prince eiran of rusalka

extended family : late usurper king urmas of rusalka

spouse : n/a

children : n/a

BIO.

the kingdom of rusalka is more of a fairytale now after centuries of its damnation, but once upon a time three hundred years ago a princess of the name of onora was born daughter to a just king and brilliant queen. a kingdom were the female line inherited the crown, she was born to rule one day once her parents grew old and she was ready.

her childhood was nothing out of the ordinary for someone born under a crown. there had been lessons from history to mathematics and science as well as etiquette, the arts and as boring subjects as needle point. and while expectations had been placed over her frail shoulders, she had been happy, her parents had dotted on her and her siblings. she remembers those days with fuzziness, but with a light that always puts her in a good mood.

but like every story worth telling, tragedy struck the once unwavering kingdom of rusalka, sickness came knocking on its gates, many were lost to the ancient rare deceased. the young prince had been amongst the first to go, the queen followed not long after, but the real blow came when it took their king. onora had been shy from fifteen as she inherited a crown and a crumbling kingdom with a baby sister that looked at her for guidance. the young queen had been determined, and while she try her best to remain focused and find a solution to the deceased, a more dangerous enemy lived right under her roof.

her mother older brother who had always resented the law of female inheritance within their kingdom decided to strike then as he saw the moment to eliminate the two girls that stood on his way to the throne. with a small group of supporters and in the middle of the night with the defenses of the castle weakened urmas took the new queen and the princess and sold them to the pirate king of the erythrian sea with the guarantee that they would never return to the continent and so taking the throne for himself.

the sisters were together for a fleeting moment, onora had tried her best to plea, pray and beg to allow them to remain together, but the pirates did not allowed them to. astara was the first to be sold off, onora had know little aside from the fact that she had gone to the mortal lands across the sea from her home. she had sworn to find her way back to her even if it was the last thing she did. but the pirates had the worst saved for her, for the young queen that barely was in request of her dearest uncle.

onora had not know how long or how far they had sailed, somewhere along the way she had gotten sick, she was not sure if it was the same that had ailed her people or if it was something else, but it weakened her greatly. when she found herself back on land, foreign soil, the pirates had sold her to a creature of the fae lands to serve as a servant. her sickness had remain, not truly getting worst but not getting better either, it had been so for many months as she worked hard to remain in the good graces of her masters. the creatures were not entirily awful to her, but they were terrifying to a human girl who had never dealt with the fae lands.

a year into her captivity she had learned very little of where she was, a neutral central location of the continent of prythia near the borders of the dawn court. she had barely manage to get a sense of her location when her sickness began to progress once more. as the weeks passed them the once youthful girl became withered, barely able to move. the creatures took pitty on her, a girl who regardless of her sickly frame had served them well and caused no trouble, they had heard of the caldron and whispers of the healing magic. unaware that the waters of the caldron would do more than simply heal her.

onora still remembers being lowered into the murky waters, even in her delusion of feverish reality she had known it was some ancient magic that swallowed her. even as it filled her lungs and she began to trash for air within, onora had felt it in her bones, that the girl who she had once been would no longer be. she had felt herself being torn to shreds only to be pieced back together, the fear of death by some ancient dark magic she did not understand had made her claw at the caldron, she would not allow it to take anything from her, no, too much had already been taken from her.

when she had been tossed out and onto the floor, air filling her lungs she had been disoriented, dizzy and confused, she did not understand what had happened to her, what the change in her was. simply that she no longer felt sick. the creatures began the journey back to their home, they eyed her wearily and she did not understand even then.

they had almost made it out of the dawn court borders when they had been spotted, the creatures confronted about the fae girl that traveled with them. the words had echoed in her mind, and while she seemed to get another piece of the endless puzzle her life had become, she was still lost, alone, and afraid. but when her eyes met that of julian caadlawon, she had allowed herself to hope for the first time since the loss of her parents. the young lord of the dawn court had become her savior, taking her away from the creatures and shielding her in the dawn court not as a servant but as a guest. she told him her story and he began to explain to her what had happened to her in and after the caldron. she knew then, she could never return to the mortal lands even if she wished it, there was no place for her there.

while the dawn court had welcomed her onora had known she could not stay there forever idle, a few months went on, her sixteen birthday came and went. onora had met a few other fae in her time there, but she had often gravitated towards the general of the armies who had began to teach her how to defend herself, the bond between them had been natural, a mentor and a studen, a father and a daugther. when general amedeo had introduced the young fae to his wife, invidia, the older fae had fallen in love with the gentle onora. the two began to spend time together, until the two ancient fae who had never been blessed with children had asked her if she would like to be their daughter. onora had been beyond moved, she had cried before the words had left her, and so she renounce her birth name forgetting about the queen of rusalka, and becoming lady onora cavalier of the dawn court.

the years of an immortal seemed to slipped fast and steadily, life began to have meaning again, and although with the hardship and weight of the past, she began to be happy again. to make a life for herself, eventually becoming the emissary and ambassador of the dawn court, creating a place for her in the world.

II. EXTRAS & OTHER THINGS

onora forced herself to swim even when the waters reminded her of the worst times of her life, but overcoming that fear was what allowed her to move on, then swimming became a part of her, something she could not go too long without.

she never gave up on finding her sister, with the help of her fae parents and many years later onora was able to reunite with her mortal sister who at the time had been age by the years while onora had remained almost untouched. she returned freedom to her sister, helped her settle in the mortal lands and kept tabs on her until her very last breath.

she had forbidden herself from ever seeking information of her homelands, but almost two hundred years latter she had learned that the usurper king had drove the once bright kingdom into darkness, eventually it had been overtaken by revolts and the neighboring kingdom had conquered them, erasing rusalka as it had once been entirily.

CONNECTIONS.

a best friend

pen pals

emissary friend/allies

a pass betrothal

a cousin

[stxrslisten]

Onora can see it in his eyes, that moment of realization that she is not unlike the rest of the high fae, it always takes others a moment but it always snaps into place even if they cannot figure out what exactly it is about her that makes her slightly unsettling. a piece of essence of the caldron lived in every fae made out of its deep waters. "we have not," she confirms, although she does know who he is, marking him from other meetings and reunions they have had since their arrival. "onora cavalier, emissary of dawn, a pleassure." the introduction echoes around him as she gives a gentle nodding of her head. "mateo pellemur, correct? second of winter, correct?" she is quick to retort.

Mateo had decided a long time ago that he would not judge a fighter or warrior simply because they were a woman that they must be weaker. He had seen far too many women take down battle test men who underestimated them. "It certainly can help calm a weary one." He responded. "I don't think we have ever met." He said looking at her. Something about her, was different. He wasn't sure what it was or why he noticed, but he could see she was. He reached for his water skin, taking a long drink from it before turning back to begin his work again in the ring.