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bcrgamvts · 4 months

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INTRODUCING ... DANIKA CHAKRAVARTHY

FULL NAME: danika chakravarthy

NICKNAMES: dani

BIRTHDAY: january 18, 1992

AGE: thirty2

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

SEXUALITY: bisexual / biromantic

OCCUPATION: ghost writer / video game concept artist

HEIGHT: 5’9”

EYE COLOR: dark brown

HAIR COLOR: black

BIRTHPLACE: upper west side, manhattan, new york city

CURRENTLY LIVES: cardinal hill

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, telugu, hindi, & spanish

FACECLAIM: sobhita dhulipala

BIOGRAPHY

danika was born into a family invested in literature — her father a longstanding editor for random house before its big merger with penguin in 2013, while her mother is a beloved gothic and victorian literature professor at columbia university. it became less a matter if danika and her siblings would enjoy reading as a hobby, but when. especially since books were oftentimes scattered around the brownstone townhouse the bustling family lived in, from the novels being discussed in her mother’s courses, to the manuscripts in her father’s office that danika would more often than not sneak into to read.

creativity was embraced in the chakravarthy household, but not to an extent that should danika or her siblings find more academic holding in stem that it should deter them. danika herself would discover her dual love for art and writing at an early age, oftentimes drawing illustrations to work alongside the short stories she would write. she remembers the encouragement of her parents, even going to show her how her passion for her two skills can be applied to many creative forms whether that be children’s books, comics, or even graphic novels. to danika, her artistic ability shined brighter than her storytelling abilities. for this reason she would sharpen her focus on her drawing skills, practicing enough and enrolling in extracurricular classes that would allow her to hone in on her craft. her parents’ income allowed for danika to be tutored privately, keeping her grades up across the board so she could later on apply to the rhode island school of design for drawing.

high school fades into college where danika does go on to pursue an illustration degree from rhode island school. during this time she still writes, dabbles in her journal with short stories and ideas for potential future writings, but that’s all she ever really views it — dabbling. for as much as danika would like to write her own book and have a finished manuscript, like the ones that look at home on her father’s desk in his office, danika struggles putting the pieces together to form a full and cohesive narrative. or so she tells herself. it’s with that in mind that she decides her future holds best a career that showcases her art. her undergraduate years are filled with hard work and fun, before danika is walking across the stage with her degree in hand.

danika takes up odd jobs here and there in the first three years post college when she moves back home to manhattan, not quite feeling fulfilled at what she’s doing with her art when she knows she’s capable of so much more. it’s on a whim that danika decides to apply at a video game company for their open concept artist position despite not being much of a video game person herself. her flair for details between conceptual character art and landscapes is what earns her the job and as she settles in, danika comes to realize that she’s found her place.

as the years progress and danika enters her late twenties, she meets her partner where the two would eventually go on to become engaged. danika settles into her career with a promotion and pay raise before slowly dipping her toes back into writing. she may have stopped writing in her journal as much, but it’s with the insistence of her father that she doesn’t bury her voice and somehow finds herself in the side gig of a ghost writer. her parents both think danika is more than capable of fully devoting herself to writing her own book and it being successful on its own merit, but for now, danika is happy to write out the inner machinations of someone else's mind. danika pushes her own self doubts regarding her creativity to the side and enjoys the budding collection on her bookshelf of books she’s technically written, but have the name of someone else. the books act as a physical reminder that her writing is good enough to be published even if she hasn’t ever taken the plunge with her own ideas. danika is content with where she is in both her art career and her writing pursuits.

in terms of her romantic life, danika wishes she was as thriving as she is in her career. she and her partner were together for five years and engaged for a year and a half when things began to get rocky. her partner suggested moving to their hometown of blue harbor, illinois due to their new job offer in chicago. both believed a change of scenery and pace was what their relationship needed. fast forward eight months and the two come to the mutual decision to end their relationship. each claim a differing reason as to why they grew apart, but the only agreeable bit of information is that the two are stuck together in their lease for another few months since whoever breaks it is responsible to their share of rent until the other is able to find a secondary roommate to takeover, or pay until the end of the lease. as it’s a fairly pricey apartment, neither want to be the one to waste their money.

never one to retreat with her tail between her legs, danika keeps her complaints to the confines of her family and is sticking it out in hopes of moving onto the next chapter of her life soon. sharing an apartment with your now ex is less than desirable, but danika is hoping that it at least builds character. now she’s stuck in the town of her ex and his family, wishing she was back in manhattan but also slowly growing to enjoy blue harbor. to her, it feels almost like a betrayal with how her life flipped since arriving and she tells herself once her lease comes due in four months that her bags will be packed once again for new york.

#intro.bh

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xastrainclinant · 5 months

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( tully b / sobhita dhulipala / cis woman + she/her ) hear ye hear ye — king garlan tyrell welcomes lady mariya tully of riverrun! his great majesty is glad that the twenty-nine year old noble appears to be gregarious while overlooking that it’s said they are also inconsistent, as long as they are glad to celebrate peace in the seven kingdoms. fortunately for them, garlan remains oblivious that they are happy with his reign and that their true allegiance lies with the riverlands.

Name: mariya tully Age: 29 Orientation: pansexual Loyalties: house tully - the riverlands; house stark + house arryn loosely Religious affiliation: faith of the seven but sometimes she takes a notion to pray to the old gods of her father too Appearance: her lithe frame can at times make her appear taller than her 5'9 height. thick, dark waves are usually pulled back from her face but only enough so that they do not get in the way and still kept relatively loose. Gait: there's a lightness to her steps that often makes it seem as though she is dancing her way through life, a spring in her step and always a sense of urgency. Aesthetic: paint smudged cheeks dimpling with an irresistible grin; laughter falling easily from rosy lips as she entertains herself with her own quick remarks;

FAMILY: -

Father: edmure tully Father: jason tully née blackwood Siblings: three siblings Extended family: house blackwood (cousins) Marital status: unwed, unbetrothed

PERSONALITY: -

Traits: impulsive, sociable, intelligent, engaging, sarcastic, restless, adventurous, affectionate, quick witted, careless, stubborn, charismatic, energetic, wilful, resourceful. Values: she values her freedom above almost all else. the freedom to speak her mind, to life her life however she might choose. to make decisions when she wants to and not when she is supposed to. she values people who allow her space, free from expectations, rather than those would seek to stifle her. Fears: a cage or any feeling of being trapped. it is the main reason she has been so resistant towards the idea of a marriage, despite knowing that it's what is wanted for her she cannot bring herself to want it too when there is no guarantee that her spouse will allow her the same space that her family has. Moral Alignment: chaotic neutral Temperament: sanguine Zodiac: sagittarius sun, aries moon, gemini rising

BIOGRAPHY: -

tl;dr - headstrong nature has long been indulged by her family, allowing her to live her life according to her own whims ( within reason ) and so she struggles to take life seriously enough at times. with an intelligent mind that is rarely sated, the tully finds herself constantly searching for the next thing that will spark enjoyment. though away of her position and what is expected from her, mariya intends to delay the supposed inevitable for as long as possible, reluctant to trade her freedom in for a life of duty. though her love for her family and the riverlands might be the one thing that could persuade her to set aside her more selfish notions.

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though the lords tully were not always her father, riverrun is the only home she had ever known. born to a groom and his wife, who passed in childbirth, mariya’s first memories within the keep are of the stables. she has been told that she quickly won all over with her dark eyes and easy smile, countless others helping to raise her alongside her father.

with so many around to love her, mariya became accustomed to the attention and grew into something of a precocious child. she was rarely bored and when she was it was all too easy to find someone who would indulge her.

she was four years old when her father was killed in an accident, leaving her an orphan but not without family. it took the lords tully very little time to decide to adopt mariya as one of their own children, already familiar and fond.

as she grew she developed a knack for getting her way, always ever so convincing with both the logic she laid out and her pleading gaze. first it was convincing her fathers to let her see more of the riverlands, staying with any bannermen that wished to host her or within inns and taverns. her claim had been that she wished to establish stronger bonds with their banners and while not entirely a lie it was mostly her wanderlust that had driven it.

when she was in her teens such persuasions had resulted in a spell in oldtown, this time convincing her fathers that the knowledge of the citadel would provide her with useful knowledge for the future and perhaps even connections. this time her decision was not so selfish, knowing how much her cousin and lady wished to go.

there is some acknowledgement of the notion that she is expected to marry to secure alliances for her family, though it is not a responsibility she feels all that keenly. instead she notes her other siblings and thinks them all just as capable, if not more so, of securing a stark or an arryn for themselves. she believes that there is far too much of the world left for her to see before she has to become someone’s wife.

HEADCANONS: -

mariya had little interest in books but she was endlessly fascinated by more creative endeavours and so painting has always been one of the few things that she partakes in that could be described as calming. she still finds it soothing and even now if she is fond of someone she will either paint them or paint for them to show it.

she still has a fondness for horses that she credits to her early years in the stables and if there is ever a time she goes missing she is likely riding. one of the few ventures that she has been consistent in is the breeding of horses, establishing a fine line from what had been her father's favourite mare.

CONNECTIONS:-

her ladies in waiting

past relationships

friendships kept alive by ravens

alliances she is supposed to be making

people she has gotten off on the wrong foot with

#drank so much sunlight she's drowning in it ᘡˊ☀`ᘞ mariya ᘡˊ☀`ᘞ #conquest.intro

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sahernayak · 5 months

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➵ basics

name: saher nayak nickname: n/a age / d.o.b. october 27, 1990; 34. faceclaim: sobhita dhulipala gender & sexuality: cis-female, bi. hometown: mandawa, rajasthan. currently: west village, nyc. affiliation: syndicate. job position: plastic surgeon education: high school diploma / bachelore degree in biology / stanford university school of medicine / general surgery residency program / fellowship training in plastic and reconstructive surgery residency program relationship status: single. children: none.

➵ traits

positive: adaptive, diligent, passionate, resourceful negative: callous, liar, emotionally stunted, unpredictable

➵ biography

Mandawa, Rajasthan was a good place — at least that's how much Saher could remember of it. The world flickered in green and yellow, the colors of her mother's skirt as she danced around barefoot and sung, as loud as she could, to the tune her father was playing. They'd swallow their drinks until morning came and drown out the rest. They lived poor, but they were joyful (as long as there was music and alcohol around) She lived to hear the music stop one day, when her father moved away. To provide for a better life, her mother had said as she wiped her tears away. She didn't know how much of that was true, because Saher barely saw of her mother anymore, between the two jobs and the house work, she wondered if she ever got any sleep at all.

Resentment settled in. A few years later, the suitcases were packed, and the flights were booked and sixteen hours flew by like seconds. The family reunited, but nothing felt the same anymore.

Saher was an imigrant child, a transfer — her english was good but not good enough. She felt like something less, unworthy of attention, even if all eyes had been on her — staring (her clothes, her shoes, her hair.) She became a target.

It's how she found herself in between flying punches, her first fight. She won it too. Had the other girl tumbling down the stairs. Detention was nothing compared to her good grades, those stellar A's.

One fight turned into several, and now her peers were avoiding her for an entirely different reason.

Don't look at that one, she might punch you in the jaw — a rumor far better than the ones she saw written on bathroom stalls before. She'd rather be feared, than mocked.

Things escalated quickly, because the world moved fast, but Saher moved faster. Her mother called it a cry for help, the first time she saw her get on a motorcycle, and her father called it stupidity, when by the time she was twenty, she had broken both of her legs — twice.

Reckless endarganment is what the cops said, and Saher was inclined to agree with the last diagnosis. It was sheer recklesness that drove her into trouble's arms and it was recklesness that kept her there.

She was lacking in the empathy department and growing colder by the day.

None of that kept her from getting her medical degree. Medical student turned surgeon in the span of thirteen years. Saher was a good doctor — calculated and precise; sharp edge of a knife. Knife was all that mattered, because care was complicated, care required a level of selflesness that she didn't posess. It was somewhere between the life lessons lost, and that same recklesness that drove her down the highway at three hundred miles per hour, that Saher nearly crashed and burned her career into the ground. A stupid mistake turned fatal. An accident that had opened up a door for her, because she's been thriving in dishonesty since she was a child. Insignificant childish lies turned into theft and now forgary — There was no going back now — now that the lies spilled not only from her mouth, but on paper too. She lied without even flinching. Saher hid the evidence, and she hid it well, just like she used to stolen goods. Play with fire, and you'll only get burned — but being burnt is what she wanted, she played with the flames all faerless and glazy-eyed and that was surely bound the catch the attention of people in need of such an asset to their lives— the woman that feared no man, and no consequences, and spat in the face of anything that didn't work in her favor.

➵ connections

Jeong-in Kang | ally Fellow Residents | open Syndicate members | open

➵ headcanons

only joined the syndicate because Jeong-in Kang was more convincing than the other guy.

doesn't trust anyone fully

would only do something if there's personal gain

would dispose of anyone when she no longer needs them

actually loved her job and regrets fucking it up

still keep in contact with her parents

fucks around too much

owns two motorcycles

knows how to shoot a gun, and owns one

#**#bio

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devanitoland · 7 months

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♛ → DORNE presents DEVANI TOLAND, the LADY of GHOST HILL. the THIRTY year old CIS WOMAN who was FLAMBOYANT & ADVENTUROUS before they saw the first of the flames, is now MERCURIAL & DISHONEST after seeing the last. they’re often associated with the salt-spray of the ocean on your face, the thrill of the unknown lying before you, old maps lying haphazardly on top of one another, annotated with untidy handwriting in fresh ink. ( sobhita dhulipala )

pinterest ⊹ playlist ⊹ wanted connections ⊹ character building ⊹ timeline ⊹ ghost hill lore ⊹ tasks ⊹ house toland

tws: mentions of neglect and narcissism, infertility, child abandonment, post-natal depression, botched medical treatment, murder

history.

north

devani tvesha toland was born to house toland, the third child and second daughter of varun and amara toland. she would be their youngest child, too. future children would not grace their household, but lord and lady toland had their heir and spare and an extra for marrying, and while disappointed that there would not be further children to help further their house's status, that was enough.

with her older brother, aditya, the heir presumptive to ghost hill, devani was expected to support him in securing his position. she was brought up by a demanding mother from a young age to be perfect, so that she may one day serve on dorne's small council or become wife to an important lord.

while her mother was controlling, demanding excellence at every turn, her father took little interest in his children. a sailor on an essoian trading galley before he was a lord, and a second child himself who became heir upon his elder sister's death, some of the few conversations he had with either of his offspring were lamenting the loss of his glory days at sea.

it's difficult to say why devani turned out the way she did. perhaps it was a natural rebellious streak that clashed with her mother's overbearing nature, or she took her father's melancholic reflections of his life before lordship to heart, but she developed an uncooperative attitude to her mother's attempt to bring her in hand. over the course of her childhood, she became a mischievous troublemaker, always doing the opposite of what she was asked to, prone to escapades that made her mother despair of her. she became wild, and found that she enjoyed that far more than she enjoyed trying to please anybody but herself.

she might have had an ally in her siblings - but never were there children more different. devani was curious and adventurous, seeking fun and enjoyment wherever she went, but aditya was smug and pompous, far too under his mother's thumb, and prone to telling tales on his sister. her sister, pallavi, was different again, a carbon-copy of their scheming, controlling mother, ambitious and cruel. from a young age, there was very little love lost between the three, and no sense of sibling camaraderie.

east

by the time she was a teenager, devani was practically uncontrollable. she rejected every attempt by her mother to bring her under control, went where she pleased, when she pleased, and spent little time at home, instead preferring the company of dante uller, her childhood best friend, and ruqaiyah dayne, who she developed a romantic attachement to.

she was little more than a child when she departed westeros for good, slipping into her brother's clothes and stealing away in the night at the age of sixteen. there was nothing for her in ghost hill - she had always been a silly, selfish girl with a willful mind full of stories. silly she might have been, but she was tricksome, too. she'd planned her escape from dorne well enough that she was already on her way to essos by the time anybody realised she had gone, her family forced to conclude that there was nothing they could do but wait for her to return home.

devani never had any intention of doing so. she didn't even write to let them know she was alive until five years later, and even then, it was a simple note that gave no indication of how to contact her. devani did not want to be found, and she would make sure that she was far beyond the reach of her mother at all costs.

she spent the years travelling essos, visiting cities she had only read about in books, learning new languages and cultures. she's ridden with a dothraki khalasar, swam in the waters of the jade sea, and stood on the edge of the shadowlands of asshai. she travelled light all the while, keeping close to her only a small collection of near-worthless treasures that she could carry with her to remind her of her adventures.

south

she's taken many lovers in her years away from home, but rarely does she stay long enough for them to leave much of an impression. her romances have been short, passionate, and over long before they can begin in most circumstances - with one notable exception.

there was a man once that charmed her so completely that she forgot to leave him: bennaro nogarys. she was twenty-three when they met, and married him only two weeks later. devani thought she loved him deeply, more than she has ever loved anything, more than even herself. the only other person who has ever made her feel like that is ruqaiyah dayne.

soon after the wedding, things changed. she and bennaro decided they would settle in his hometown of selhorys. once there, he began to limit her freedoms, which upset her greatly. she was planning to leave him when devani fell pregnant with her first and only child. the first wave of morning sickness brought with it all the doubts she hadn't thought about before marryingy7666666666666666666. in her heart, devani knew she would make a terrible mother, and suddenly, all that she had ignored when she met her husband suddenly seemed like the end of the world.

she'd like to say that she tried. that she gave it her all and couldn't give anymore, but that wouldn't be true. she was twenty-four when she brought her son into the world on her own nameday, a sweet little baby with jet black curls and eyes too big for his face, named kheerat. she was twenty-four and two weeks when she left him with his father and disappeared from their lives as she once had from the tolands.

it wasn't that she didn't love her son, despite the fact she felt nothing but contempt for his father. she did, as much as devani toland is able to do. but she was not a natural mother. she'd heard other women speak of the joy of holding their baby in their arms, but felt nothing but anxiety and sorrow when she held her own. she loved him enough to recognise that it was only a matter of time before she let him down. she thought endlessly about her own father, constantly wishing for days gone by and the freedom he had lost. and so, instead of waiting to disappoint, she hastened up the process. she did what she had always done when things got too hard and too real - she ran.

west

devani has spent all of her adult life away from westeros. as such, it's been easy to keep tabs from afar in a detached, methodical sort of way. she's taken more of an interest of late now she's caught word of her brother's trial.

she's only in dorne to see how things go, with plans to claim her dues should her brother fall. however, she's flighty and easily bored, so may not be entirely capable of cleaning up the mess he leaves behind.

fourteen years, she's been away, and in that time she's lived a life of adventure. she's walked the streets of the free cities, joined and abandoned mercenary companies, and forged a path that is entirely her own. her return to dorne is her next grand adventure - she's nothing if not opportunistic, and what may be disastrous for her house could still prove advantageous to her.

her return to westeros was not received well by her cousin, joy manwoody. devani does not know her cousin's motives, but joy was able to uncover the existence of devani's estranged husband and child, and threatened to reunite the family in order to force devani back into the role of wife and mother. she would not succeed in this goal. a cornered dog bites, and devani bit back in order to protect the life she had built, scheming with armaan yronwood, who had his own reasons for wanting joy gone, to kill her cousin. she was successful, managing to subtly incite an infection once joy's twins were born and smothering her cousin with a pillow to finish her off. none but armaan know devani is a kinslayer, and she intends to keep it that way.

the death of dante uller hit devani hard. she could sense something was wrong, but was blindsided by how far gone he was. it is the first time in her life she has mourned anything, and an incredibly sensitive subject for her.

the weight of what she did to joy, dante's death, and the trauma of falling into the grave of a young man whose murder she helped conceal in the crownlands has been weighing heavily on devani of late. her mental state is fracturing, and she's becoming more unreliable and out of control, even by her own standards.

recently, her estranged husband, bennaro, has died, and her son has joined her in dorne. for now, this is a secret known to none but devani.

personality.

basics

devani is incredibly confident, but also incredibly brazen. she acts completely without shame in every circumstance, and is only ever as respectful as she needs to be to not get herself in trouble. there's rarely ever outward disrespect there, but certainly an overfamiliarity.

she cares about very little in life, and so doesn't really take anything seriously. little matters to her - not politics, not family, not religion or material goods or loyalty her country. she exists to follow her own whims and desires.

she is a strange combination of chaotic and laid-back, operating with seemingly limitless energy, but letting most things roll off her back. she's a very go with the flow sort of person.

in a fight or flight situation, there's never been a time where devani has not chose flight. she doesn't just ignore issues when they arise, but she runs from her problems, her feelings, and anything that feels too serious. there are very few times she's confronted something head-on, and in times where flight is impossible, she will use underhand tactics to get what she wants. she's slyer and smarter than she appears, and can be incredibly tricksome when she needs to be.

she's been away from dorne for so long that she no longer sees herself as dornish. essos helped shape who she is far more than dorne ever had. as such, she does not hold many of the ideals and grudges of the dornish. with time and distance, they all seem rather irrelevant to her.

she's irresponsible and non-committal, avoiding all sense of duty and rejecting the idea that she has to do anything others want her to. the rebellious streak of her youth was never tempered over time, and she does not like authority much.

do not trust a word out of this girl's mouth. she's a liar and she enjoys it. she's not even bothered if people believe her or not, and she just lies for the hell of it. half of the stories about her adventures are true, but half are outright fabrications, and she will never tell you which is which. she's also a thief who takes everything that isn't nailed down, even from her nearest and dearest.

there are no circumstances where devani has put another human before her own needs. she will always choose herself.

despite her many flaws, she's incredibly fun to spend time with, loves entertaining, and has boundless energy. she's not a loyal friend, but she's a lively and positive one.

she's spent so long moving from place to place that she doesn't like being still for too long. she gets itchy feet, the urge to move on and continue her travels often overtaking her. she's curious about the world around her and the people in it.

to the surprise of many, she's not argumentative and isn't easy to anger. she has a rather cool, even temper, doesn't easily take offence, and usually laughs off attempts to insult her without engaging in further mud-slinging. rage is not a feeling she knows well. ruqaiyah dayne is perhaps the only person who can reliably incite anger in devani.

rumours

devani encourages rumours about what she was up to in her time abroad and actively confirms every single one, whether it's true or not.

when she initially disappeared, many rumours swirled about what exactly happened to devani toland, ranging from the fact she was still in ghost hill hiding a pregnancy out of wedlock to that she had died. initially, her mother tried to claim she was ill with greyscale, but without being able to prove it, she was eventually forced to admit she had no idea where devani was.

she is promiscuous, having known many lovers, and this is no secret. in particular, she is rumoured to have been dante uller's lover.

goals

devani's loyalty can be bought by the highest bidder, and that does not necessarily mean gold. she holds no patriotism towards dorne or sense of duty to her family. she puts herself and her values first in every circumstance, but what she values changes like the wind.

above all, she craves freedom, adventure, and fun. she doesn't reach for power, money, or political importance. living her life on her own terms and according to her whims is one of the only consistent things about her.

with the arrival of her son in dorne, her perspective has shifted. she's looking to secure him a place and a future - the one thing she is capable of doing as a self-admitted poor mother.

fears

she considers herself to be fearless, but her courage comes from her blasé attitude towards most things. her confidence could one day be her folly, but she truly believes in her own capacity to wriggle out of any situation - and to be fair, she's yet to be proven wrong.

when you strip back the layers of who she is, the one thing she truly fears is the loss of her freedom. she makes her worst and most treacherous decisions when that freedom is threatened and squirms away from any sort of duties and commitments that might hamper it.

other.

there is one person in the world, besides her son, that devani has cared about almost as much as herself, and that's dante uller. reconnecting with her best friend has been the highlight of her return to dorne, and she has transferred all the loyalty she has for him to his uncle, doran, since his death.

her relationship with her family is strained, at best. she was never close to her father, and did not shed tears at his passing, nor does she get along with her mother at all. her brother she views as a weak-willed mummy's boy with no mind of his own. her sister, pallavi, was very similar to their mother, and the two girls fought like cat and dog - like their father, devani felt very little when she passed away. her paternal aunt married into house manwoody, and while she once shared a close relationship with her cousin, joy, they had no contact whilst she was away and grew hostile when she returned.

devani is not a fighter. she prefers to use her wits and charm to escape sticky situations, but that doesn't mean she isn't capable of defending herself. she's more the type to try and disarm or distract her opponent to buy her time to escape than a skilled warrior, but when she does engage in combat, she favours a whip.

in essos, she maintained the guise of a wandering bard rather than a lady of house toland. she's played the sitar since she was young and can sing and dance well enough that this was never questioned, and has earned her enough money to live on when she's been in a pinch.

at 5'11, devani is an incredibly tall woman. her father was tall, too, but her mother and siblings are all far shorter than she is. her height serves her well when she wants to be noticed, and she will often accent it with heeled shows. when she wants to go under the radar, she opts to dress as a man so her height does not give her away.

she has kept tabs on kheerat over the years from a distance. during their estrangement, she kept in touch with a friend from selhorys, who was the one to see him on a ship bound for westeros after his father's passing.

her clothing style is gaudy, with bright colours and a distinct essoian flair.

#⊹ character building ╱ interested in everything and committed to nothing #devani getting an intro upgrade too #banner inspired by @zaldritzosrose

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senatushq · 8 months

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NAME. Priya Chandra AGE & BIRTH DATE. 339 & June 13th, 1684 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. Daemonfey ( Liche ) OCCUPATION. Employee at Blud FACE CLAIM. Sobhita Dhulipala

BIOGRAPHY

In order to survive the Abyss, one had to be the strongest. That’s what her father would repeat over and over again. Bedtime stories rarely revolved around a prince in shining armor or the endless depths of friendship, but rather the cruelties one had to face in order to survive. To become stronger meant sacrifice and the abandonment of moralities. Priya never believed in such things as she considered herself to be a rare defender of individualism within her coven. A sorceress desiring the end of their dog eats dog society. With Hassan being one of the elders, her father put more pressure onto his daughter than necessary. Caving once her father sugarcoated the customs and power struggles that lead to traumatic events within the coven, Priya was sucked into this world, naive enough to put her father’s wishes over her own. What if he was right? An Elder with high ambitions trying to get his daughter to be more powerful and ready to survive surely wouldn’t have any ulterior motives. Instead, the sorceress slowly began to accept her father’s guidance in exchange for power.

Various challenges followed. Much like Herakles before her, the sorceress was tasked to complete dangerous challenges for the sake of enhancing her powers. Seeing as she didn’t have what it took to be as powerful as her father wanted her to be, he specifically pushed her further into this world, cutthroat, ambitious, survivalists of the worst kind. They had ambitions to become immortal, so to honor the coven’s values, Priya put herself in grave danger to find meaning in her sacrifice. Do not cry for the sacrificial lamb; she’s the one sharpening the knife. To be a sorceress means endless sacrifice to achieve one’s ends and Priya desperately tried to please her coven. Following that path, she forced herself through the darkness, conjured dark magic to defeat her unfortunate enemies. The more time she spent challenging herself, the deeper her father forced her down this road of sacrifice and obedience, the more he heart rebelled. Despite what her coven preached, her heart’s own desire was already reserved for someone else. A Vampire of all creatures, someone who’d already achieved immortality.

What was supposed to be a real testament of her own strength turned out to be a nightmare. Once invited, the vampire attacked them, fed and laid waste to their coven like nothing before. Old and wise, he knew how to have them running for the hills to further excite their blood. Priya awoke among the smell of smoke, burning buildings and laughter echoing through the darkness. Her throat burned, her muscles had stopped aching and her reflexes had become much more refined, faster and… stronger. The strength of immortality. Did she succeed? Only her father stood after the vampire fled the scene, his pockets filled with gold and his body almost overflowing with blood. Now a vampire, her father struggled with what should never be. His undead daughter, stronger than ever, lead by her own heart rather than ambitions. And yet, as their eyes met, Priya’s father struggled to find it in him and kill her for good. The coven’s death wouldn’t have to be for nothing if only they used their teachings to reverse her immortality.

Grieving over her entire coven’s death, Priya believed herself to be the culprit, the hungry vampire who had killed them all in a blackout. Nothing remained, but she knew better than to believe her own lies. The vampire who’d turned her, her one time lover, ended up being nothing more than a trickster, an executioner with fangs, corrupt and merciless. So when her father suggested dark alternatives, desperate for her daughter to return, Priya listened, now more than ever. Watching her father’s madness unfold The guilt didn’t stop. Believing to be the cause of his madness, Priya did whatever necessary to revert the curse and rebuild what had been lost. As she tipped the goblet filled with vampiric ichor down her throat, much of what used to be vanished. Drawn closer by the look of blood but cringing at the initial smell, the actual blood tasted much sweeter, smokier, than what she’d expected. Potent and addictive, Priya poured the blood down her throat, to drown in it, to feel nothing but the sinful taste of what would forever change her life. The demon crawled down her throat with its ichor, taking a hold of her body and soul. The blood of an archfiend, a source of great power to revert what had been done. Blood was the answer, revealing what had been hidden within the darkness for so long.

This hadn’t been her chance of freedom, but only a desperate attempt to revert her own death – a sacrificial lamb, her body served as the ultimate vessel for an archfiend. Enraged and starving, the now Liche slit her father’s throat and tasted his blood out of spite. Such cruelty came with a price: the peace loving, kind child feasted on her father like maggots on a corpse: relentlessly, unceremoniously, only to hurt, only to feast. She watched him carefully as her father’s heart stopped beating, eyes glossy from tears. A Liche, that what she was, an undead creature.

Trying to find meaning in her new, damned existence, Priya travelled the world, hoping to regain some of her humanity within. Kind and still naive, she clung onto the nearest group of vampires in hopes of belonging somewhere. An outcast among outcasts, she was neither bad nor entirely good, feeding upon those she should call family. Alas, the archfiend within had made itself comfortable, peeking through every once in a while, demanding blood and violence. While the archfiend within recklessly wreaked havoc upon her core values and soul, Priya became everything her father wanted her to be: powerful, immortal and, above all, doomed to a life of solitude.

The more the archfiend took over, the less Priya’s body tried to fight them. Mentally she remained on guard, losing control every once in a while, Their ambitions became her own: power, albeit put to good use, a monster with morals, a damned creature of warmth and love despite her cold skin. Still, as she looked in the mirror, her appearance skeletal and frightening, the archfiend within tasked her with the never ending battle for power and influence while her heart remained stoic: the sacrificial lamb, the sorceress who’d never ceased to love, would always remain.

PERSONALITY

+ kind, witty, devoted – tormented, stubborn, naive

PLAYED BY SASKIA. GMT+1. She/Her.

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sunbecms · 9 months

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( SOBHITA DHULIPALA. CIS WOMAN. SHE/HER. ) ⸺ Ꮺ ⋆ greetings , buffalos ! walking around campus , sporting her FATHER’S POCKETKNIFE we’ve spotted ANIKA SETTY , a thirty year old who contributes to our thriving community as an ARMORER . according to our intel , they’ve been around the sanctuary for TWO YEARS and they DO agree with the decision to close the gates .

trigger warnings : weapons , firearms / guns , illness , death

anika setty grew up a military brat , shuffled from strict community to strict community year after year . she grew up very close with her father who taught her to be an independent , strong-willed woman who could take care of herself . it wasn’t your typical father-daughter doting relationship ; he was a high ranking military official and the line between child and solider was sometime blurred ; anika was expected to behave , be self-sufficient , and not let emotions overtake her . luckily , anika’s father’s harshness suited her , as the same roughness was woven in her dna and she was naturally prone to it . they remained close until she entered her own military training as a young adult . that is when the outbreak began .

used to wielding weapons from a young age , anika was no stranger to knives , firearms , and whatever else she could get her hands on to survive . she was a natural born leader and kept a small group of survivors alive and well under her command . during her travels , anika met a man much different from herself . he was an artist , a songwriter , a poet .

at first she scoffed at this man and fought to keep her group’s limited resources away from him . he did not serve much utility in her mind and was only brought along because he knew one of her friends . as time went on and friends were lost , the man became a source of comfort to anika . he showed her what it mean to express grief , soul , love . slowly she warmed to him despite herself , and they fell for one another . they grew to be engaged , though anika tried to tell him it was silly to want marriage in such a destructive world , and yet she found herself longing for it too .

after a year , anika’s fiance fell ill . at first she thought it would be temporary , but it only worsened . in a blow that broke anika’s heart permanently , her finace died . completely torn apart , anika withdrew from her self-created society and exiled herself . it was only her toughness and sheer will that kept her alive from there until she ended up at the sanctuary . there , she found simple life as an armorer easy and focused and she fell into a mindless routine quickly .

anika can be rough and difficult with a seemingly impenetrable guard , but she is openly personable , charismatic , and fervently committed to the others at the sanctuary . those close to her affectionally call her ‘nika’ or simply ‘nik’ , and they know that she would do anything to ensure their survival . though she cannot always accept care herself , she is typically open to caring for others as they need . her former lover opened her mind ever slightly , and his impression will always be with her .

wanted connections ??

➤ ride or die , anika would do anything for this person and vice versa . whether or not their personalities match , they are on the same wavelength .

➤ roommate ( s ) , people anika lives with , those she trusts enough to have near when she’s unconscious at least .

➤ flings / fwb , they use each other’s wittiness and bodies for some fun with things get tough ; it doesn’t mean anything . ( any gender )

➤ former ( ? ) romantic interest , whether it stays 100% former or not will depend on chemistry , but maybe someone who anika had interest in when she arrived at the sanctuary , or vice versa , before anika shut down when things became too real . ( any gender )

➤ confidants , maybe they’re not close during the daylight hours , but when night falls and insecurities and fears arise , they seek out comfort and honesty with one another .

➤ sibling-like dynamic , they annoy each other , they bicker , they confuse outsiders , but they have each other’s back .

➤ etc , i’m very open to wcs you want for your own muses or ideas you think may work !

#SURVIVORS.INTRO #wanted connections at end of bio!!#and tws at top of bio!!

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survivorsfm · 9 months

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oh, how nice is to see you both here, ANIKA SETTY & LEIGHTON DE LOURDES BEHRENS ! with how things are these days, you’re a sight for sore eyes. do not forget to read the new bulletin at the information panel, and above all, stay safe.

WELCOME TO BOULDER ! hali, please follow the steps indicated in our checklist and submit your account within the next 24 hours. if you need more time, don’t hesitate to let us know ! sobhita dhulipala & chay suede + jack behrens’ foster brother wc are now taken .

( sobhita dhulipala. cis woman. she / her. ) ⸺ Ꮺ ⋆ greetings, buffalos ! walking around campus, sporting her father’s pocketknife, we’ve spotted ANIKA SETTY, a thirty year old who contributes to our thriving community as an ARMORER. according to our intel, she’s been around the sanctuary for two years and what we know about her, aside from the fact that she does agree with the decision to close the gates, is that anika grew up a military brat , traveling the world while being raised by a very strict but loving father ; anika learned to wield weapons from a young age which has helped her survive since the outbreak ; anika met and fell in love with someone during her survivor travels , but her fiancé fell ill and died ; anika is affectionately referred to as ‘nika’ or simply ‘nik’ by the few she is close to . doesn’t that make her fantastic ? we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate her so much, grateful for what she gives to our community.

( chay suede. cis man. he / him. ) ⸺ Ꮺ ⋆ greetings, buffalos ! walking around campus, sporting his braided twine bracelet, we’ve spotted LEIGHTON DE LOURDES BEHRENS, a thirty - two year old who contributes to our thriving community as a DOCTOR. according to our intel, he’s been around the sanctuary for five years and what we know about him, aside from the fact that he doesn’t agree with the decision to close the gates, is that leighton grew up in an incredibly tumultuous childhood environment and entered foster care at a young age ; leighton has always been a little rough around the edges and finds it difficult to connect with people around him - he would rather help or provide a service than to offer advice or comfort ; leighton was in his early years of med school when the outbreak occurred - a doctor who became his mentor assisted him in finishing his training . doesn’t that make him fantastic ? we think it does, and that’s why we appreciate him so much, grateful for what he gives to our community. * ( jack behrens’ foster brother wc ) .

⸺ written by hali ( they / she . twenty9 . est . triggers added to the list. )

#accepted.#appless rp #apocalypse rp #horror rp #oc rp #*screams against fist* THIS IS-- THIS IS JUST TALENTED BRILLIANT INCREDIBLE AMAZING SHOWSTOPPING ETC ETC #i feel so lucky rn ngl :/

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ofhopess · 5 months

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‘ sobhita dhulipala, cisfemale, she-her, 34 / 340 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems rhani kupar has finally made it to the capital, the emissary from the summer court is said to be graceful and is said to describe themselves with flawless braids laced with golden thread, constant humming of soft lullabies, perfectly timed glances with unnerving weight and well placed pride in oneself and with all of this in mind their inquisitorial nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔼ℝ𝔸𝕃 𝔻𝔼𝕋𝔸𝕀𝕃𝕊.

FULL NAME: Rhani Kupar NICKNAME(S): Nini for those closest to her. NAME MEANING: princess. AGE: 34 - 340 SPECIES: high fae. PLACE OF BIRTH: Summer Court GENDER: cisfemale PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual, probably - also likely not.

ℙℍ𝕐𝕊𝕀ℂ𝔸𝕃 𝔸ℙℙ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝔸ℕℂ𝔼, 𝔼𝕋ℂ.

HEIGHT: 5'7 BUILD: soft and feminine curves. TATTOOS: small hand tattoos across both hands. CLOTHING STYLE: light blue and white dresses that are always immaculate. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: long jet black braids that are laced with gold, excessive levels of jewellery and eyes that are a bright gold. SIGNATURE SCENT: ocean dried skin. ABILITIES: excellent glamour magic, usual amounts of water manipulation and the usual high fae capabilities.

𝔹𝔸ℂ𝕂𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐.

rhani was born and raised with a purpose in mind. her family was of noble lines and they did well for themselves just fine in the summer court but her father had always been power hungry and egar to make connections within the solar courts.

when rhanis father made friends with the high lord of the day court, and their children were of similar ages, thanks to her families line of work at just the young age of 10 it was agreed that rhani would be wed to the future high lord of the day court.

having known no different in her life and sensing the jealousy from each of her family members, she threw herself into her life as the future wife of a high ruler. she took every class she may need, spent far more time at in the day court than she did her home. rhani was ready to learn to love her husband and be a perfect high lady at his side. she hadn't ever known the possibility of anything else, she hadn't wanted anything else so when the news came that her betrothed was calling things off, rhani felt unsure of herself for the first time in her life.

every piece of confidence she had mastered was suddenly gone and she found herself retreating home to summer, unsure of what she had done wrong.

unwelcome by her family for her failings at securing what had been so easily set up for her, rhani found herself truly without purpose for the first time in her life.

she spent a good year wallowing, trying to figure out what she was going to do with herself and how she was going to put the pieces back together when she happened across the current emissary for the summer court. they fascinated her, they got to travel so much, they had so much purpose and rhani found that they could listen to their stories for hours.

as they were an older fae now, rhani knew it was only a matter of time before they needed to be replaced and her new purpose in life was to be ready for that spot when it came about. luckily, the current emissary at the time found they had a soft spot for rhani and gladly allowed her to come along.

when general age finally wore down the old emissary to the summer court, rhani proved to the ruling family that she could step in without question. she had built connections, she was well known and well liked and even better spoken. she had proven that she was worth something, even if not the marriage she had once been promised too.

these days she is well settled into her role and whilst she prefers being home at the summer court, she can often be found popping up around other courts to keep up appearances and friendships.

she is quick to offer a judgemental gaze but knows when to hold her tongue, she is excessively proud, especially in her appearance and given things that have happened to her in the path any form of feedback is often taken as failure.

despite knowing its silly, she closes herself off to any form of real connection, rhani has been let down too many times to trust that anyone truly has good intentions when it comes to her heart.

𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻 ℂ𝕆ℕℕ𝔼ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.

former lovers

friends from other courts

her little informants

someone that she could have loved if she hadn't sworn of off romance all together.

#ofcourtfables:intro #rhani kupar || intro.

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wckedmoons · 1 year

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( SOBHITA DHULIPALA | SHE/HER | CISFEMALE) spotted! isn’t that RHANI THAKUR wandering through the courtyard? the distinctive THIRTY-ONE year old is a former cadet of the INFANTRY quadrant who will be teaching the FIELD SUVIVAL course as the JUNIOR INSTRUCTOR . they are widely recognized as CONCILIATORY and AFFABLE, yet they can be quite ENIGMATIC and INDULGENT when provoked. i guess we’ll find out more about them as time goes on but they already give me the vibes of … PRISTINE UNIFORMS WITHOUT A MARK, SECRET CONVERSATIONS THAT STOP WHEN OTHERS APPEAR & WARN SKETCH BOOK THAT'S SURELY FULL OF SECRETS.

THE BASIC NEED TO KNOWS:

full name: Rhani Sukhveer Thakur

age: thirty-one.

height: 5'9

sexuality: heterosexual & single.

parents: her mother was a healer, named Sukveer and her father was a genera in the infantry named Jaag.

siblings: two younger brothers.

role: junior instructor in field survival.

negative traits: is overtly competitive and isn't above playing dirty if she thinks it get's her what she wants. can be excessively prideful in her appearance, is known for making snap judgments of people and giving them a hard time whilst they disprove that judgment, likes to prove she is 'tougher' than the men and pushes herself too far.

positive traits: stops and speaks to any animal that she comes into contact with like they're human and can understand her. doesn't like bullies and will always stand up for the small kid. always has snacks on hand to feed people.

A SHORT INTRO:

Rhani lived a perfectly normal life when she was growing up, the oldest sister with two younger brothers she picked up care taker instincts when she was still young and they became a part of who she was. Ever nurturing to those around her, many people expected Rhani to join the healers quadrant when it was her time to enter Bagaith but something in her tugged her towards the riders quadrant. Having grown up on the stories she always wondered what it would be like but she couldn't bring herself to do it, she didn't feel quite brave enough and instead found herself trapped between expectation and adventure. Meeting in the middle and with her father in mind Rhani found herself joining the infantry quadrant.

She quickly learnt that it was not going to be easy but was determined to make the most of it, refusing to quit what she had signed herself up from and she made it her mission to survive over anything when she learnt how quickly things could go wrong. Making sure she was never quite the best so that she didn't get a name for herself and always ensuring that she was never the worst Rhani was careful with her friendship and her alliances, though the idea that the infantry was second best to the riders.

Riders were brave but they had dragons to hide behind, without them they'd be nothing and Rhani grew a new termination to change the way that people saw the infantry and their use. After spending some time stationed at the front Rhani realized that the opinion needed to change from within themselves and not just everyone else and applied to be an instructor at Basgaith, hoping that she can shape more people that join the infantry to want to change how seriously they are taken.

CHARACTER QUESTIONS:

what is/was their family and early life like?: Rhani has two loving parents, a healer and a infantry general that fell in love when she was forced to put him back together. Rhani is the oldest of the bunch with two younger brothers, though her youngest brother doesn't speak to the family much since he made it into the riders quadrant. Still Rhani likes to visit home often and she will check in on her brothers when she can, sending reports home to her parents so that they don't worry.

how was their experience as a cadet at basgiath?: Rhani liked to try and fit in, she didn't want to stand out and she didn't want to fall behind. She was bitter that she didn't have the nerve to become a rider and took that out on herself mainly. She got into several scraps but held her own and more or less worked her way through in the shadows of the obvius leaders.

do/did they have any skills, interests and/or experiences before they returned to basgiath?: Rhani loves art, there isn't anything she won't doodle on if she has a pen around and her sketch book is one of the only things she has carried with herself since she was a cadet.

why did they choose to become an instructor at basgiath?: It's no secret that everyone thinks that it takes one who infantry squad to make up for one dragon and their rider but Rhani knows they could make more of a difference if the changed the mentality that being a part of the infantry is to be automatically second best and she hopes to change that as an instructor.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

tba.

#rhani thakur | introduction.

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rampldgifs · 1 year

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click the source for 159 gifs of indian actress SOBHITA DHULIPALA from THE NIGHT MANAGER: PT ONE(2023). she is telugu. please note that i do not approve of the 5+/- age rule. these were made from scratch and more will be added at my leisure, so please don’t edit, repost or claim as your own or i will eat you. tag me if you’re posting edited gif icons for public use. consider reblogging to spread poc options if useful. enjoy !

#sobhita dhulipala #sobhita dhulipala gif hunt #sobhita dhulipala gif pack #rph #gifsociety #asiarph #userdevon #underused fc #poc fc #gif hunt #mine.

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( sobhita dhulipala, she/her, spirit warrior ) To LEONORE VEN VISHAL, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of DIVINE EARTH MANIPULATION grows a little stronger. They’re pledged to the ORDER of ATH to defend the enchanted lands of Cagliostro with their SOULSHARD BROADSWORD. For THIRTY-FOUR years, they have survived a world of magic with both their FORTITUDE and VENGEFULNESS. They work as a KNIGHT CLERIC and BODYGUARD, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to FIND REDEMPTION THROUGH A GREATER PURPOSE. + renegade knight skeleton

inspo includes the likes of the following: cassandra pentaghast of dragon age, geralt of rivia of the witcher series, erza scarlet of fairy tail, xena of xena: warrior princess, haruka tenou of sailor moon, nicholas d. wolfwood of trigun, senju tsunade of naruto, juri arisugawa of revolutionary girl utena.

&. ⸻ BASICS

name — leonore ven vishal

aliases — veyn vishal, veyn the visceral, the holy knight, the celestial champion, the lady justice, the huntress

birthdate — january 17

zodiac — capricorn

birthplace — rigbarth

sexuality — homoromantic homosexual

alignment — lawful neutral

temperament — phlegmatic-melancholy

element — earth

primary vice — pride

primary virtue — faith

house — previously fraser. now order of ath.

occupation — knight cleric and bodyguard

markings — her back has a tattoo similar to this, a purified sigil of her former religion that has warped with the cursed energy she’s absorbed over the years, permitting a berserker tendency given its influence

weapon — called the kamakshi ishmerai, meaning ‘keeper of loving eyes’, a supposed gift from many years ago that requires her life energy within it. an enormous broadsword capable of either shattering into metal slivers as sharp as daggers or reforming into an energy variation of twin hand canons, it serves at her beck and call. the slivered form is summoned by the phrase ‘sway, kamakshi’, with the cannons forming with ‘ishmerai, burst’. the blade is often fastened to her back with cloth covering. a combination of here + here + here

&. ⸻ HEADCANONS

despite her more brutish nature, she is in fact quite academically-inclined, most notably bearing knowledge of great ruins, biofacts, artifacts, and older languages. this includes the language of ath, which remains among her more favored

very few tend to address her by her first name these days, with ‘veyn vishal’ being her designated choice in name in her rarer moments with the public to avoid calling full attention to the bounty against her. considered a traitor to both her family and the crown, her travels tend to take her on less common paths as a consequence, shrouded in cloak and shadow, in the hopes of avoiding undue attention and needless encounters

the order of ven vishal was her original religion, a more familial belief system that favored the dragon goddess, yet drew on deciphered teachings with a more vicious hand than the remnants of any possible compatriot. somewhere along leonore’s familial line exists the so-called ‘founder’, and the knight fell away from what little remained of them upon joining the royal guard, considered an enemy to the order by at least the order’s standards

she’s further strayed from either entity ( the crown and family ) by joining the order of ath, wholeheartedly believing in change for her fellow countrymen and a need to pull away from the established world for the sake of true prosperity. in the very least, they offer protection when needed, share her lack of love for shades, and allow her a chance to study the lost language she’s always been fond of

she has a white, armored horse named jakken, who remains a constant companion on the road

her own armor can take on various forms and hues, on account of the magic inherent within it. most often, it resembles dragon scale armor in gleaming silvery white. her wear in the evenings or occasions that call for minimal protection tends to resemble this

her favorite flowers are yellow and white chrysanthemums, and foxgloves

despite any harbored doubts towards her new mission, her admiration for ventuswill seems mostly unwavering these days. she holds to the belief that the great deity saved her from the makings of hell, amid her doubts against the crown and its trappings. it’s to the point that she’ll easily seek retribution should one sully the deity’s good name

&. ⸻ ABILITY

divine earth manipulation permits her to manipulate earth-like, and by extension some metal, material while also allowing for talents like purification and exorcism.

one fun fact about her power is that her capacity as an exorcist is not considered standard by any means, with those who seek her aid in this regard brought to near death if not actual death should the task involve a living being. this is mostly due to the nature of her magic and how it operates, with her capacity to absorb the sins and afflictions of those around her corrupting her over the years. this was made worse by an encounter with another who seemed to amplify this weakness and has resulted in spells of just rather unfortunate luck on her end these days. of those who survive or find themselves resurrected, they are often exposed to side effects such as bouts of insanity, similar strings of bad luck, severe weakness, or some general form of weirdness. how long this lasts varies from person to person

&. ⸻ HISTORY

some time ago, leonore was a member of the royal guard, betraying her mother’s teachings in an effort to seek more solid truths of the world she found herself within. serving crown and country as a loyal executioner does not find her solace, however, and she earns a reputation as a fierce and callous shell of a woman

her life prior to the guard is one mostly shrouded in mystery, though rumor has it she hunts for a great love. and she in fact does — if only to see the light leave their eyes by her own hand. the entity in question is a dreamshade, one she’d fallen for in youth and now seeks to end their reckoning by any cost. ( wanted connection )

despite her best efforts, religion has always held a presence in her life — acting as a dull beacon since youth, calling to her in ways she never realized. the child of an illicit affair between a holy woman and a married man of little value, the knight felt herself born unworthy, compounded by the treatment she received from those who were meant to love her most. in her fear, her uncertainty, leonore sought to snuff out its divine light, to drown its holy call in waves of blood, in desecration, in debauchery. she believed herself a lost cause, deserving to be forsaken for her crimes of birth, of life, in keeping with the wishes of demons and devils. the call of her lady divinity from the depths of her dreams would bear resemblance to renewed truth, however. a purpose restored

leonore has since sworn fealty to the priesthood, forsaking any prior ties and renouncing death save for in special circumstances. with her new mantle as knight to the dragon priesthood, she serves her lady divinity as an armed guardian to her designated ward, the tested follower, seeking to purify and cleanse the lands of all malefic might in the process of fulfilling their journey

#INTRO ⸻ the seeker.#cag: intro

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