Potter

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Room
Interactions: @princess Charlotte ♞ @samreaper Kazu ♞ @FunnyGuy Lorenzo ♞ @JJ Doe Fritz
Mentions: @Lava Alckon Drake
Aesthetic: ♞ Dress♞ Hair ♞ Shoes

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Olivia looked up when Fritz joined them. She heard Kazumin’s words of wisdom and did not reply. She snickered and listened as he addressed everyone. While Fritz and Lorenzo spoke, Olivia’s attention was drawn elsewhere. Her gaze focused on Charlotte and the Varian section. What happened to Lottie? She wished she could send a message to her, but the risk of magic wasn’t worth it. The angel and devil on her shoulder whispered conflicting advice. Did Cassius hurt her? Olivia’s fists clenched. Lorenzo’s loud laughter drew her out of her reverie in time for her to respond to Fritz. Whatever he’d said was going to draw ire from the Edwards and she decided not to react.

”Very well, thank you and yourself?” The proper words spilled out of her mouth. She hated speaking so eloquently. ”It’s nice to see you again, Sir Fritz.” Her gaze scanned the room and she caught sight of Drake. Olivia waved at him kindly. Their conversation the previous day had been pleasnt.

A loud thump caused her to glance around in alarm. Kalliope and Sjan-dehk had come into the hall. She tilted her head to look more closely, then dismissed it. Whatever happened, she hoped they would be okay. Her gaze returned to her companions, though she kept Charlotte in her peripheral vision. Fascination with Kazumin’s words caused her eyebrows to raise. Her smile was as radiant as her dress. ”Oh Sir Kazumin, that is a wonderful idea!” She clasped her hands together and eagerly drew forward. ”I love it.”

Her gaze lingered on Kazumin for a second longer. Memories of them catching fireflies at night on the farm raced through her mind: the melodies of the crickets chirping, the darkness punctured by the fireflies flying, and the laughter of two farm peasants attempting to catch them.. Behind them, the occasion mooing, neighing, clucking and hooting of the owl… The memories of what once was and could never be again caused her chest to tighten.

For a moment, Olivia was stunned into silence. Her vision blurred briefly as tears threatened to come pouring out. Olivia turned away before anyone saw and aggressively began eating her food as though her life depended on it. As she turned, she caught sight of Count Calbert and fury rose inside of her. Olivia caught his gaze and held it until he was forced to look away. If she had the power to turn him into ash, she would have.

Like a phoenix, we’ll rise from the ashes and take you down.

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Olivia and Kazumin Flashback

Sola, 27

Time: 28th, early morning
Location: Vikena Estate
Interactions: Olivia/Persephone, Charlotte
Mentions: Ruby

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Kazumin stood with his hands resting against the large, heavy set wooden doors to the Vikena estate, his upper body leaning forward as if he would collapse without its structure to hold against.

Nearly two days had passed since the episode, most of which had been spent in a flurry of mild fevers and nightmares. Eventually, his body gave in allowing sleep to take in.

He was over the sickness and the marks somewhat faded, those on his hands still itched. Unable to tell if the itching was truly there though barely felt at times. His skin was no longer pale as snow, but hardly an improvement.

Was it not for his body screaming for more rest and the fresh pain in his leg, having struggled in his climbing the gate (an apology owed for the sneaking in) due to his current struggling health. That his mind would wander and allowing that to happen meant letting the thoughts in.

Thump…

Pressing his forehead against the door.* Not now, just focus….you’re here to see Percy….got to make sure. I will make sure with my own eyes…please be here…Char…” A small intake of breath, wishing to see her as well. Any of their faces would be enough to settle the anxious pounding of his heart. But this…he didn’t want them to see him like this, hell he didn’t want to show any of them.

Still, he needed to confirm they were alive; more than anything he longed to see his closest friend. Fearing he may crumble otherwise.

A deep breath held in, he shifted to give a gentle rap at the door the first time, seconds later another then another until it almost became a knocking out of desperation, wanting someone to answer the door, though preferred to avoid Charlotte until he was in a better head space.

Charlotte, hearing the frantic knocking at the door, quickly made her way across the room. As she opened the door, she was greeted by Kazumin’s weary form. Her expression softened immediately, her concern growing for him as she took in his frail state. Without hesitation, she gestured to invite him inside.

Noticing the creaking of the door had him hastily scrambled into a standing position, the sudden light from within momentarily left him in a blinding wince.

“Hello Kazumin!” she greeted, “It’s so nice to see you. Come in, please.”

Standing there wearing a pair of simple light-blue pajamas, the buttons misplaced and bad bed hair with weak attempts to battle it down. Some bits of leaves and small stains elaborate further his less-than-clean way of getting in.

Her gentle voice washed over him; a tidal wave of relief flooding in and with it melted the anxiety from his face.” Charlotte! You’re ok!” Kazu found himself blurting before he could catch himself. A momentary awkward pause as he knew how weird he appeared.” I mean..hey-o ok! Ok hey! Just..just my way of showing how great it is to see ya..on this fine morning ha…ha….” Forcing a laugh with some rhythmic clapping and jazz hands trying to play it cool.

He was grateful for her invitation, which he sheepishly took. He used this chance to duck his head down on the way in, briefly hiding his blushing face as he went.

Charlotte’s expression softened as she stepped closer to Kazumin. Gently placing a hand on his arm, she asked, “Are you alright?” Without waiting for an answer, she pulled him into a brief, warm hug. After letting go, she asked, “And what brings you here, dear?”

His body tensed at the touch; a light trembling that worsens upon being hugged. He wanted to return the affection, but the itching of his palms held him back, unable to trust his hands still. Pulling away, barely registering her question at first.” Huh? That…” opening his mouth to speak but stopped, hesitant to unload so much on Char, especially after appearing unannounced like this.

It wasn’t a lack of trust that stopped him, the lack of a close bond and fear her learning of…” Ngh..i don’t want to lie to ya, Char… and..and I’m sorry. I want to tell you but my mind’s all fu-messed up right now.” Biting his lip, contemplating before continuing. " It will get out before long anyway, but..the estate was broken into…and a maid was- was attacked." His head turned away, shame keeping him from elaborating.

“Oh gods.” Despair filled her expression. “...Is she alright? What can I do?”

“ She’s fine!” He nearly shouted the words, fearful worry etched his eyes.” I-I meant, that I think she is...they took her to the hospital, but that’s the last I heard.” Gulping as he fidgeted nervously in place.” I want to explain more…” Eyes closing for a moment with a small huffed exhale.” B-but for now, I just…have you seen Percy Or Ruby recently? Please, I just-just need to be sure.” Looking at her properly since stepping in, he was both comforted and pained at seeing Char’s despairing face.

Charlotte’s brows furrowed with worry, but she answered nonetheless,“...Percy is in the dining room…”

Kazu heaved a big sigh, the tense aura and trembling to relax as if finally able to shake off an uncomfortable icy biting coat.” Really?! Ah, ya no idea the loads dropped my heart just now, thanks, Charlotte… truly.” Pushing himself to gingerly wrap his fingers around her hand, the best he could muster to express his appreciation. “Can ya show me the way?” Stepping back with an awkward chuckle, not wanting to risk getting lost wandering in his pj’ after all.

She smiled warmly, hoping that would offer him some comfort. ,“ Of course…” Charlotte squeezed his hand tenderly then led him toward the dining room. As much as she wanted to ask what had happened, she was able to put together the pieces on her own anyhow. She bit her lip, uncertain if he was in the best state for her to fill in the blanks for him just yet. “And Kazumin… Perhaps we can talk later, before the banquet tonight… You, me and Percy. I’ll always be here for you both.”

He followed along quietly, lightly hugging himself, the lingering crisp cold of the early morning. Perking up at the suggestion.” That sounds great. I will..explain more, I promise And if possible, if you find or run into Ruby, inviting her could be great too. ” Kazu added, good to get her a good safe place too.

As they entered the room, she gestured to Percy. With a parting smile, she then left the two of them to talk privately.

Before entering the room he had moved to shake off some of the leaves. Following with one last battle against his rebellious hair (an ever-losing battle, his cowlick stood proof) in whatever attempt he could to make himself somewhat more presentable, he certainly appeared more composed now.

In doing so, he held back awkwardly for the moment with an equally awkward little wave.” Hey Percy.” Was all he said, waiting to be alone and knowing she would have questions, wanting to take a second to relish in knowing his friends were safe so far….

Olivia sat in the living room, surrounded by food and watching outside the window. She wore a blouse and pants loosely tucked into one another. Her red hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her green eyes were focused on outdoor activities. Her gaze moved over to them and assed themL Kazu looked worse for the wear in his pajamas with Charlie accompanying him. She frowned, set her brownie down, and stood up.

Olivia rushed over to him and gestured for him to sit down beside her. With an arm wrapped around his shoulder, she stared at him with worry and concern. ”What’s wrong Kazu?” She gestured to the food because she knew it was a key item in helping him relax. ”Did someone do something to you?”

The tired blonde stood, his body was tense and fidgeting though it had lessened upon being alone with Percy. He was reluctant to take a seat, but the allure of the food and her comfort had him ease his way into the seat.

With the gesture given, his hand shot out grabbing the thickest piece of sausage.” Right now? Realizing how starved I am..fuck this is good..” Pausing with a small exhausted chuckle. For a moment, allowing himself to forget all his qualms and just savor the juicy meat and Percy’s embrace.

Concern washed over Olivia like a tidal wave. What the hell happened to Kaz? She frowned and kept an arm around his shoulders. For a moment, she allowed him to sink into her embrace and feast on the food. After a small pause, she gently turned his head to face her. She brushed some blonde hair out of his eyes tenderly and became serious.

”Kaz, I want to know what happened. When you’re ready and satisfied, please talk to me.” She kept her arm around him and waited patiently
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His body briefly tensed at her touch, relaxing afterward as he idly nibbled at the food. Whether to savor it or prolong talking, he couldn’t be sure, both his guesses. Then the touch of her fingers, gentle and comforting, directed him to look at Percy’s face.

No, who he saw was Olivia; guilt and sadness filled his eyes, illuminated by small pools of tears threatening to spill. Grasping at how to start and doing so with his friend wearing a different face made this awkward (not that he blamed her), but he needed to get it out. So he chose to tell her the details, starting with how he woke up with a nightmare, a bad sign now that he had thought back on it.

From there, he spoke of making his way to the garden after receiving a day off and came upon the tree. It was at this point he started struggling to continue, the image of that poor mutilated tree and those wicked dolls. That was when he stopped, but how he kept avoiding eye contact and the way his hand squeezed the forgotten food in his shaky hands showed that there was more to the story. As he held back the details of the doll and..the last part he dreaded; feared if he told her and looked into her eyes…he would see hate.

Olivia remained silent while Kaz ate. She knew something was deeply wrong - no, something terrible had disturbed him. Though the anxiety was eating her alive, she needed to give him time.

After time passed, it seemed he was ready. A full stomach always helped him. Finally, he recounted the story. Her skin paled and her eyes widened. She was silent for a moment, then sucked in a deep breath; she had to be strong for him. ”Oh, Kaz.” Her voice shook and her eyes shined with tears. Olivia took a deep breath.

He had taken his time eating the bit of food, longer than usual, and was thankful for Percy’s patience and caring words. Her words alone comforted him far more than the food placed; listening to his friend show her immense worry and fierce spirit with promise of payback. That familiar spunk he sorely needed now more than ever.

”I’m so sorry they did that to you!” She pulled him into a tight hug and didn’t loosen her grip. ”How dare they! I will have their heads.” She pulled back, and then cupped his face in her hands. ”Those bastards aren’t going to get us. I promise,” Olivia let go of him and pulled him back into a tight hug.

Kazu allowed himself to be pulled into the hug; a warm embrace that in this moment melted his qualms and stress, a protective fire he thought forever lost from him.” Percy… you’re here…gods..…it’s been difficult to tell, ever since that afterparty….and all that shit with Calbert, what he did to you. It’s all messing with my head then…the tree. My family…Percy…I don’t..I don’t know what to do?” His face hid in her shoulder, tears spilled as his arms returned with a fierce hug, almost afraid she may vanish again, another mind trickery to mock him.

Olivia held onto Kazumin tightly and stroked his hair. She was silent while he spoke. She didn’t know what to say or how to comfort him. The situation they found themselves in was a bigger web than she’d ever imagined. How did it come to this? She knew she had to reply and rattled her brain for a positive response. With a sigh, she gently pulled away and lifted his chin with her finger so they made eye contact.

A muffled shaky exhale; grateful just to feel her in his arms. How often the phantoms plagued him, mocked him from the shadows, both awake and asleep. Even now a part of him feared her to be an ashy mirage like the nightmares. A comforting hug mending his splintering limbs barely holding together. A flinching hitch at the familiar gentle touch thought lost; scared eyes trembling in confusion and a fragile vulnerability kept beneath the smiling buffoon mask.

”I know, I’m so sorry. I hope things will calm down soon. I’m more worried about what he did to you than whatever’s going on with me. I say you lay low and mind your business. Be careful who you talk to and don’t spread any news on the Black Rose or anything going on. Stay safe with us, so I can protect you all. It’ll be okay,” She pulled him again into a hug tightly. ”I promise. I’m here now. Here, want to listen to my heart beating? It relaxes you, remember?”

Her words, they soothed but the memories they burned. Comfort in her voice filled in guilt; a cruel note all too familiar.” *sigh* Y-you’re right. It’s not just us two now. We got char and the group!” A genuine smile cracked his dried lips, the ash souring his tongue washed away with each shaky gulp.” Be careful? More like they need to be careful of us! By the time we’re done, the black rose will be Red violet, like their faces will be!” A fresh spark ignited his assumed snuffed heart and a clenched fist idly punching the air.

”I promise. I’m here now. Here, want to listen to my heart beating? It relaxes you, remember?”

Stunned and taken back.” W-ah..I- yo..I’m not a kid Percy!” Kazu spluttered, face flushed red with embarrassment. Turning his head away with an annoyed huff at her even suggesting..” Ya tryna make me look like some creep who likes listening to heartbeats or somethin?” Feigned bravado in a moment of weakness too awkward to share.” Don’t think this will distract me from the fact you just magically appeared at the ball and your disappearing dinner rescue act!” An accusing glint and harsh wag of a finger scorched in betrayal as boundless hurt filled his teared up eyes, long wrestled to spill since the day she magicked her way cruelly back into his life.” Unfair….you’re so cruel..Percy.” Grimacing, hating how she knew him better than himself.

Biting his lip as he wrestled the conflicting emotions.

“ Please? *sniff*...can I?” The request left on a delicate, shaky whisper uttered only for a trusted friend, fearing mockery at the absurd idea.” Hngh..gah! Ignore me..I’m just being stupid!” Furiously shaking his head, wiping at his face, knowing it unbecoming to show such an unpleasant face; Lady Agatha’s horrid recent lessons demonstrated plenty enough.

Olivia remained silent. She allowed him the opportunity to vent and talk. While his words cut deep, she didn’t let it show. Guilt threatened to overwhelm her like a tidal wave. She took a deep breath and continued to hug him. She nodded and pulled him into yet another hug. ”Let it out, Kaz. No judgement. Speak your mind.” She coaxed him gently and cotninued to stroke his hair.

The touch of her skin meant to be comforting singed his perspiration flesh, the crackling heat of that day briefly fresh. He gulped the choked ashy air down on a guilty hitch; gloves hands previously resting atop his lap gradually tightened even as her embrace enveloped him once more, a familiar warmth to comfort that only burned the gurgling shame bubbling like boiling acid in his stomach.” *Sniffs* T-that’s not fair…you can’t just…” A struggling shaky breath grasping for untainted air yet the stench of the acidic touch nearly took friend only wishing to help.

“ Think..you can just show up…expect me to trust..” Biting back a stifling the fiery burst of rage; hands clenching tight around fingers till the white knuckles crackled beneath the punishing pressure. The despairing blonde let his head hang to hide the anguishing face battling an inner turmoil threatening to tear him from within as damned tears leaked trickling tears as his teeth and fingers almost cracked from the trembling suppressing flurry of emotion, regret, and guilt poisoned his suffocating veins as words wrestled viciously on his blood beading lips.

“ I-I can’t…can’t…” Lowering his head till he heard the faint pounding of that familiar frantic beat. Restrained watery eyes closing on a small hitched sob.” I didn’t mean…the tree, there were dolls…the dolls Percy…” Body tensing in fearful rage that again held no face to blame.” F- *sharp intake* familiar dolls and… something just…flipped when I saw them….” Teeth dug into his lip on a blood-letting sting; afraid to say it, to make it real instead of the waking nightmare he wished for a dream but unending and none more of the vices imbibed to numb now forced to choke on his potential wicked act.” It was all a blur…my mind, my imagination..ever since those drinks…I swear.. It was accident… I’d never..I wouldn’t…” An uncomfortable faint crackling pop of knuckles and quick vicious head shaking; body now quaking, crumbling against the closest friend he thought he could trust…and hated her returning after starting to let go.

And yet, still, her beating fiery smile soothed his scorched heart.”Please…Percy…promise…promise me…you will believe me.” He needed to hear her promise again before he dared breathe the cursed day from its slumbering lie.” Please…I don’t care if anyone else…just…please…” A trickling river spilled bitter self-hating tears all but pleading in desperate, terrifying need for someone to truly listen to him for once, bare against she who hurt him most, the cruel irony gagged back down refusing to spew the built-up harsh grievances that snarled to make her experience its burning bites.” Only you.” Whispered on cutting sobs still straining.

Olivia let go of him and pulled his face up to face her’s. She gently cupped his face and kept her voice low and steady.

His body tensed initially on a shocked gasp; a flinching wince at the touch of her fingers. Both burning and comforting left a conflicting battle in his pounding chest as tear-stricken eyes peered into Percy’s eyes giving no resistance.

"Kaz, I believe you. I believe you with everything in me. " She pulled him back into a warm embrace, her heartbeat steady against his ear. "You’re not alone in this. No matter what happens, I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere." She did not reply or react to his accusations of her appearing and disappearing; she did not need to further stress him out. The guilt filled her stomach, but she didn’t let it show.

A nervousness trembled through him, feeling himself so close, the sound of her beating heart crumbling the pained walls flimsily erected to forget that night as flurries of emotions whirled in guilty shame as fear gripped his throat momentarily.” I-...Percy…my hands…something snapped, the dolls…Calbert..what he’s done to you…” His breath stuttered between words, the soothing warmth of her familiar presence like a blanket protecting him from the overwhelming weight of the world only she could give.” Can’t..I don’t know what happened, but I never meant…Sasha tried to help I guess and I…the rage…the drugs and..that day..” Shivering within her grasp fighting to hold himself together as the rush of bubbling emotions spilled down his cheeks unable to hold back, hating her and himself as he let the nightmare slip.” It…all came out and I..nearly *choked gulped* choked her…they had to drag me off…Percy..please..don’t leave me.” Holding her close, he feared the world would collapse beneath him.” Not again, don’t go without me.” He murmured to himself.

“ I..I’m scared Percy. Those bastards…threatened my family….and you..” Said in a whimpered plea, his face hidden against her shirt, the soft thumps of her heart all that anchored him in this vulnerable moment.

Percy’s fingers curled gently into his hair as she held him close, her voice soft but laced with fire. “Hey. Look at me.”

She pulled back just enough so he could see her eyes—warm, fierce, unchanging. “You didn’t break, Kaz. They tried to break you. But you’re still here. You didn’t lose control—you survived a goddamn war inside your own mind. That’s strength, baby. That’s you.”

She cupped his cheek and wiped away a tear with her thumb. “You think I’m leaving you? Please. You’re stuck with me. Glue-and-glitter level stuck. We’re in this together. I don’t run from fire, I light it.”

Her smile was sweet, but her eyes burned like stormlight. “As for those bastards?” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent chills

“They don’t know what they started. They messed with the wrong man. And they really messed up when they dragged me into it. You and me?” She tapped his chest. “We’re not victims. We’re the reckoning.”

Then, with a softer look, she added: “You’re not alone, Kaz. Not now, not ever. I’ve got you—and when we’re done? They’ll wish they never even saw us." She kissed his forehead gently. “Now breathe, badass. We’ve got a storm to unleash.”

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Olivia & Drake Flashback

Sola 26

Olivia sat on the Vikena estate porch with a cup of herbal tea in her hands. Delilah insisted she drink tea, so she followed the woman’s advice. It wasn’t often she had the time to relax and take in the amenities of the Vikena estate. Being at peace and sitting on the porch caused her to feel a mixture of joy and sadness; this had quickly become her home; yet, it was still alien to her. A book laid on her lap she was attempting to learn how to read. She had been too embarrassed to tell the others that reading chapter books like Charlotte did was difficult.

Noise caught her attention and she looked up from the book. A family walked by with the kids running and playing tag. The parents watched their kids with amusement, oblivious to the disgust from onlookers. From the look of their clothes, Liv could tell they weren't noble. A flashback of Kazumin and her made her grin but her heart broke, and she took a deep breath to regain her composure.

As Olivia made her way towards the front part of the estate, Drake had begun passing by in light strides, witnessing the same sight of playing children. The young lord smiled at the jubilee and whimsical nature of the playing children amidst their game of what appeared to be tag, likely with some funny little twist that only participants would know about it. Oh to be young again. Drake thought to himself. He briefly paused and thought about the times he and Ari would play like that, and sometimes the younger children would come by joining them from other families. He remembered the playdates with other noble families, including the Vikenas and even the Danroses on rare public occasions. He remembered those days fondly.

Amidst this mild reminiscing he couldn’t help but notice another face admiring the youths. Drake turned to his left and glanced over at Olivia, someone he had seen in passing a few times but memories had not permitted him the clarity as to who exactly she was. She had been around Charlotte, so there was no reason to think she was not to be trusted. But Drake’ curiosity still hung in the air, and so he waved at the fair lady with his charismatic smile.

”Hello there, Lady Olivia, was it? How are you doing today?”

Olivia’s reverie was broken by a male voice and she looked up. There stood Drake Edwards, a mixture of beauty and grace all in one package. Panic surged through her. What did she say or do? She quickly hid the book behind her and stood up so she could curtsy politely–something she still did not enjoy or prefer doing, yet was a necessary evil for nobles.

”Hello there, Lady Olivia. The title caused her to pause, and she took a deep breath. Not responding fast enough would be suspicious. She smiled and curtsied to him and in the process, knocked the book over. Olivia pretended not to notice and hoped he would do the same.

”Good day, Lord Drake. Yes, you’re correct, my name is Olivia. I am doing well, and how are you?” She motioned to the porch. ”Do you care to join me and move out of the sun? You wouldn’t want to burn yourself.”

Drake looked around, and chuckled softly at the thought of himself literally “burning” his skin several shades darker. ”Worry not I shall partake of your invite and spare myself the oppressive rays of this afternoon sun, milady.” He wandered to the gazebo that Olivia had been perched at, and bowed once he made the proper distance between the two. His eyes glanced towards the book, laying on the ground without a care in the world. Taking a particular interest in the title, he bent down to pick the book up and place it into the hands of the woman in front of him. ”An avid reader, are you? What work are we enjoying today?”

Olivia smiled, both nervous and excited, when he joined her on the porch. She watched him pick up the book and inquire if she were an avid reader. She smiled nervously, and sheepishly nodded. ”The Green Meadows, by Iliya Knight.” At least she knew the title, as weird as it sounded.

What if he asks me more? I’ve been on chapter one for a week…

Drake let her take the book, not prying too harshly by staring at her possession. The man casually brushed his coattails aside as he sat on the bench, crossed his leg over the over, and locked his fingers over his knee in a casual yet dignified pose. ”I am a bit of a book worm myself. I’m particularly drawn to mysteries and detective thriller type novelia. I simply can’t get enough!”

Fortunately, the conversation moved past the book. She let out a little sigh of relief. Olivia mirrored him and sat down across from him. She made sure to be lady-like, and smoothed the dress over her knees. Why were nibbles obsessed with dresses? Olivia smiled, despite her inner anxiety. Truth be told, Lottie telling her about these books did intrigue her, which started her trying to learn how to read them. Reading hadn’t been a past-time of her’s as a farmer peasant; it was nice to escape, although it was challenging enough that it infuriated her. ”Those are fun! It’s nice to get yourself into a book like that. It’s nice to see them piece together the little clues and stuff.”

”So! How’s your family doing? Were you just going for a walk? It’s a nice day out.” She glanced at the book then back to him, and bit her lip subconsciously.

Drake nodded at the mention of clues. “I do rather fancy myself the detective type. Not quite as legendary as some of these authors, but I can piece together a mystery or two!” He chuckled. “Oh the family is, well, as family does. Lots of particularly interesting bits and pieces have been happening over the last few days. I personally had a … somewhat unexpected turn of events at my recent name day ceremony. My sister has been getting into some rather substantial trouble, and my poor parents are caught fraying their hairs out over our well-being.” Drake sighed, tapping his finger against his knuckle in a subtle show of frustration. “They act as though they were never young themselves. But alas, things shall rectify themselves soon enough. Where might your family be at this sunny day? The weather is rather enjoyable, and I am curious to know what sort of occupations they have in this fine city.” Drake innocently smiled as he inquired about Olivia’s relatives.

Olivia glanced at Drake, her fingers drumming lightly against her thigh before she caught herself. His question was innocent enough, but she had quickly learned that the simplest inquiries were often the most dangerous. Each lie had to be seamless. Afterall, one crack, one hesitation, and everything she had built could come crashing down. Still, she maintained her composure and offered a polite smile.

“My parents, Lady Rose and Lord William Hawthorne, are likely attending their usual engagements,” she replied smoothly. “My father has always been deeply invested in Veirmont's trade while my mother… Well, she enjoys ensuring everything is in perfect order.” The words left her lips easily. Beneath the surface, her heart pounded. She had no father overseeing trade, no mother ensuring order. There was no grand estate waiting for her, no comforting assurance of a noble name to protect her. Her real parents were long gone, and whatever life they had once given her had been reduced to nothing but ashes.

She sat up straight and smiled kindly. "So to answer your question, they're down in Veirmont. I've been staying with Duke Lorenzo Vikena and his daughter Lady Charlotte this summer for the courting season. Our families have been friends for years. "

”What do you look forward to this season?” She changed the subject smoothly and sipped her tea to avoid further discussion.

Drake nodded, pleasantly smirking as he mulled over those words. “Ah, a fellow child of a perfectionist mother…” He muttered. “This season I am looking forward to perhaps finally sealing the deal on a future bride. A bit of a tall glass of water but I like to think big on my goals - no matter how many little steps they take.” Drake smiled in her direction.

Olivia feigned a smile and nodded. Perfectionist. Both her parents had become hypervigilant perfectionists. Before the royals ruined their lives, they had been more carefree and joyous. She said nothing to confirm or deny it, and hoped the topic would change soon. Her heart raced as if she’d been racing through the fields with Kazumin.

He wasn’t familiar with the families in Veirmont, and he took a mental note to try and look more into those names at a later point. If there was someone staying with his old friend Charlotte then his curiosity wouldn’t stop until he found that errant connection. But he wouldn’t pry so deeply to Olivia after barely meeting the girl. He would just make it a point to learn more about this Lord William and Lady Rose for a future time. Who knows what good tidings they may bring?

“Other things I look forward too aside from the cheesy romantical tale would include the conclusion of a mystery series of novels that I am rather fond of. It is called ‘Truly Devious’ - and its conclusion book is called ‘The Hand on the Wall’. It is a rather funny name when you think about it - but I shan’t gush over details and spoil a good book.” He paused after his enthusiastic little tirade. “What might you be interested in this season?”

”Those are indeed good things to look forward to! When you finish them I might have to steal them.” She couldn’t help but lie to respond. She could hardly read the novels Lottie provided her. Olivia smiled pleasantly and was thankful for the topic change. ”Oh, it’s so fun to meet the guests from Varian and Alidasht.” Her eyes shined as she thought of them. ”They are so different from us, the Alidasht, but similar too.” She paused, then glanced back as a loud whiny caught her attention.

Buttercup demanded attention. ”Want to go visit the horses as we talk?”

Drake joined her back in the stables. The two conversed the rest of the hour and enjoyed one another’s company. Once he left, Olivia wished him a good day and smiled. Relief washed over her. The pressure that was on her shoulders had eased.

Had she just made another friend?

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Race: Tiefling
Class: Ranger
Location: The Bar
Interactions: @Samreaper Menzai ⋆ @princess Phia ⋆ @FunnyGuy Wendel ⋆ @PapaOso Bastion/Gears ⋆ @Apex Sunburn
Mentions:
Equipment:

Equipment List

⋆ Traveler’s cloak
⋆ Hidden daggers in boots
⋆ Longbow with etched star markings and quiver

Attire:
⋆ Outfit ⋆ Hair
Gold Balance: 23
Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number

Arya watched as the wolf and elf girl joined her once more. She smiled nervously at the wolf. His fur looked fluffy, but she didn’t dare touch it. The elf girl stopped in front of Arya and began to bow. Alarm bells rang off in her head, and her chest tightened. Images of this happening once more in cool, darker places raced through her mind. Stella, noticing her tension, eased her claws into her to ground Arya. She took several deep breaths and listened to her speak. While her words were meant to be comforting, it brought her a sense of dread. Not again…

Despite the tension boiling inside, Arya couldn’t stop the amusement in her eyes. Rocks in his brain and a sour smell in his clothes? A ripple of giggles escaped her and she covered her mouth. The seriousness in her voice caused her to pull it together. ”Dear, me, Phia.” Arya’s voice was gentle and laced with amusement. ”Nobody has anything to worry about. You don’t need to apologize. All is well,” She went to offer her hands to help her up, but the girl rocked on her feet and then lunged for the plate of meat.

Now her laughter bubbled out of her clearly. Arya covered her face bashfully and glanced at the wolf. ”I… Hello, sorry. She made me laugh. I promise I am not laughing at her! Sorry!”

If an eagle could sigh, Stella managed to do so.

In an effort to be more sociable, Arya gleaned around. There was a tall black haired woman nearby talking to Wendel who left after the red haired girl, a dark elf and his human child, and the warforged nearby. She fidgeted with her hands and addressed the group nearby at large.

”....Nice day we’re having,” Arya commented and her stomach rumbled once more. She drank her tea in haste, lest someone steal it from her. ”Miss.. Miss.. Gears.. Miss gears, can… Can I please order some-food?"

Then, her gaze moved to Bastion. She watched him touch his scarf, and sadness seemed to fill his expression. ”That’s a lovely scarf, Mr. WarForged. Are you all right?”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Hall
Interactions: @princess Princess Anastasia/Hafiz ☁ @Helo Rohit ☁ [@Concord] Hala Sami ☁
Mentions: [@PaperBear Oso] Cassius ☁ @princess Charlotte ☁
Aesthetic: ☁ Hair ☁ Dress ☁ Shoes

---

The banquet scenery was a delight. So many faces and so many people to meet. Kira leaned back in her chair to observe. She watched as nobles entered and were announced. The Vikena house caused her to raise eyebrows. Olivia Vikena. Is that what she was going by now? What a joke. Her gaze lingered on Charlotte for a fleeting moment. Then, her gaze passed over Lorenzo quickly. What was wrong with him? She watched them take their seats and sipped wine from her glass. Then, a noteworthy arrival: the Damien’s. She straightened up in her seat and avoided eye contact with Calbert. She passed over the females. Her gaze lingered now on Cassius. Kira was careful to make it overtly obvious and kept glancing near him instead. His subtle tension and the noticeable grief in his eyes as his gaze met Charlotte’s. Was there a quarrel between them? She would need to investigate that further. Kira finally looked away after observing what she needed.

The voices of those seated around her pulled her attention. She smiled at the Grand Vizier and listened attentively. A light laugh and a casual smile greeted him in return. ”I'm glad the evening finds you well,” she bowed her head respectfully. When his gaze met her’s, she matched his intensity. ”I am. Very different from the great sands of Alidasht. It’s amusing here, isn’t it? I am satisfied, yes,” She laughed and sipped more of her wine.

Princess Anastasia’s voice and energy was contagious. Her gaze shifted to the Princess now, and she grinned. ”Why hello!” she greeted. ”Thank you, Princess! I am honored to be in your company. Please, your dignity and beauty is as radiant as ever, Princess.” Kira tossed her head over her shoulder dramatically. ”I will be your entertainment for the night, Princes. Call upon me for whatever it is you need,” Kira winked at her playfully and borderline flirtatiously. Kira giggled genuinely and leaned over. ”You don’t have to ask me twice. Bestie energy for life.”

Now, the man across from her spoke, so Kira turned her attention to him. She smiled and leaned back. The man introduced himself as Rohit and damn was he gorgeous to look at. The company around her was delightful. This would turn out to be a great night. ”Kira Lockhart, a pleasure to meet you.” She dipped her head respectfully to him as well. She noticed Hala Sami leave and kept her focus on the group around her. The amount of attention he gave her was what she reflected back.

”The Alidasht corner is over here, isn’t it? You lucky Danroses have the best company. This is the party side,” Kira mused and laughed. She scooped food at random onto her plate and continued sipping her wine.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Room
Interactions: @princess Charlotte ♞ @samreaper Kazu ♞ @Helo Rohit ♞
Mentions: [@princes] Edin/Calbert/Lily ♞ @Helo Callum ♞ @Rodiak Zarai ♞ [@PapaOso] Cassius ♞ @Tpartywithzombi Violet
Aesthetic: ♞ Dress ♞ Hair ♞ Shoes

---

The abrupt movement of Charlotte placing the amulet around her neck caused Olivia to freeze. Why had Charlotte given the amulet to her? She admired it. Speechless, she quickly told herself to speak up. As she went to utter her gratitude and confusion, the Damien entourage entered the vicinity. Olivia studied their reactions. Calbert, poised as ever with his wife, entered and commanded attention. How did his wife stand him? Was she as much a snake as he was? Violet and Crystal looked beautiful; and then last but not least, Cassius. Tension filled the banquet room between Charlotte and Cassius.

There might as well have been a mountain between them. She furrowed her brows. What happened between them? She turned to check on Lottie, but she fluttered away like a butterfly. Olivia watched her friend disappear into the crowd and then reappear. She approached the Smithwoods. Lorenzo glanced at her with eyebrows raised; a silent question of “what?” but she shrugged. It was none of her business to share it; that would be a breach of Charlie’s trust and confidence.

Next her gaze turned to the entrance. She watched as Kazumin waltzed into the banquet. What was he wearing? Her eyes widened and she pursed her lips. His outfit would draw too much attention. In the background, she heard Prince Callum’s voice and then King Edin’s. Her cheeks flushed, and fury rose inside of her. How dare they talk about him like that! She wanted to approach them and say something, but how could she? Her gaze turned to Asteroth and a snarl nearly escaped her. Suppressed memories raced through her mind. She didn’t know who she wanted to smack first; the royals, Damien, or him. She shut her eyes and took several deep breaths.

Kazumin’s arrival beside her pulled her out of her reverie. Olivia smiled and looked at him. ”Why yes, this is a grand feast. So nicely created by our esteemed ruler,” her voice remained smooth. Underneath, a layer of sarcasm was itching to creep out. ”Thank you, sir Kazumin. You look lovely as well,” She blushed at the sunflowers and laughed gently. Sunflowers were indeed one of her favorites. At her farm, she had dozens of them planted.

Then, he pointed out her amulet and froze. The abruptness of nearly saying her full name out loud caused panic to spike. His recovery was smooth, though, and she let out a deep sigh. ”Oh no, it was Charlotte’s. She was kind enough to let me borrow it. How sweet is she?” She smiled at his compliment and quick pat, one she wished she could return. Acting too familiar again would only raise more suspicion.

Prior to eating, she glanced round the room and turned in her chair. The noise level of the room had gone up significantly. The room was crowded with all these nobles. She saw familiar and unfamiliar faces. Nobody she knew, other than a few. Her throat tightened and panic surged through her. How would she survive this night? She didn’t belong here… She wasn’t truly noble. All these people knew one another and could mingle so easily. It was like looking at the scene from outside the window. She might as well have been outside. A cold sense of anxiety washed over her and she began bouncing her leg.

Her gaze moved to the far corner. Most of the Alidasht were seated farther away. To her delight, she caught Rohit’s wave and returned it with a grin. Hopefully, she could talk to him later. Her chest briefly fluttered. There was a woman sitting beside Rohit she didn’t recognize and marveled at her beauty; Princess Anastasia, Hafiz, and then others she didn’t know. She turned back to her plate.

Olivia quickly began to scoop food onto her plate. It was her safety net, her comfort and source of distractions. She looked over with delight at the mac and cheese serving and scooped plenty of it onto her plate. Then, she took the roasted vegetables and placed them over her mac cheese. She noticed Zarai had arrived and made a mental note to greet her later. There was a tall blonde haired woman with a wolf chatting with her. A live wolf was here? Olivia watched with fascination. She waved to Zarai and then turned back to Kazumin.

”All this food, and people are staring back home,” Her voice was hardly audible above the noise. ”It’s insane.” Olivia shook her head and continued eating and took more food, though guilt filled her inside. Then, her voice rose to a reasonable level. ”How are you doing tonight, Sir Kazumin?”

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Race: Tiefling
Class: Ranger
Location: The Bar
Interactions: ⋆ @FunnyGuy Wendel
Mentions: ⋆ @Samreaper Menzai ⋆ @princess Phia
Equipment:

Equipment List

⋆ Traveler’s cloak
⋆ Hidden daggers in boots
⋆ Longbow with etched star markings and quiver

Attire:
⋆ Outfit
⋆ Hair
Gold Balance: 10
Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number

Arya watched the situation play out–from the wolf defending her, the pink haired half-elf, and the unapologetic dragonborn. Everything happened fast–too fast for her to respond or react. Stella’s gaze never left the dragonborn, not until she had relaxed. Instead of shame and guilt for existing, she found her heart warmed by how Menzai and Phia stood up for her. She made a mental note to thank them when she could. For now, she’d address the dwarf speaking to her now. Her eyes met Wendel’s and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. Her instinct told her to recoil, to expect sarcasm, or another insult tucked behind a false smile. There wasn’t any volatility; just warmth – real warmth, like cookies fresh out of the oven. Her gaze softened and her shoulders loosened. Stella stared between Wendel and her, and waited to see how she reacted before jumping to conclusions.

“I…” Arya faltered, unsure how to accept something so gentle. The past decade was a blur of anything but warmth. It was as if she had been dunked in frigid waters and abruptly had a towel wrapped around her. How did she earn or deserve this kindness? “Thank you,” she finally managed, her voice quiet and careful. “Most people… They don’t say things like that. Not to me,” She gestured to the general vicinity and sighed.

Stella peered at Wendel and nodded with approval. So far, so good.

She looked back to Wendel. A hesitant smile touched her lips. “You have a good heart, Wendel--thank you,” she added shyly and briefly met his gaze, then looked down. “Vrexen sounds like he might be scary. I suppose he'd stand up for himself though."

Her fingers brushed the rim of her teacup, which she held in her hands delicately, as if it might shatter. She sipped it carefully, then continued speaking. “I’m Ayra, and my eagle companion is Stella,” She nodded to Stella to inform her companion this was safe. The eagle remained on guard for any other wrongdoers, though she curiously looked at the dwarf. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Race: Tiefling
Class: Ranger
Location: The Bar
Interactions: @princess Phia ⋆ @samreaper Menzai ⋆ @PapaOso Bastion/Gears ⋆ @FunnyGuy Wendel ⋆ @Tracxyx Bobbi ⋆
Equipment:

Equipment List

⋆ Traveler’s cloak
⋆ Hidden daggers in boots
⋆ Longbow with etched star markings and quiver

Attire:
⋆ Outfit
⋆ Hair
Gold Balance: 10
Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number

Arya quietly observed the scenery around her. How this young pink haired lady carried herself so elegantly astounded her. Soon afterwards, a wolf joined and her eyes widened. The two quickly converse and it was quickly obvious they knew each other. Arya tried not to listen in, but it was hard not to notice the two. Being an observer soon was not enough, because the wolf was now addressing her. Her, of all the creatures here? Not only was he addressing her, he’d given her gold. Arya moved a fingerless gloved hand under her long cloak to pinch herself. Was this another dream or hallucination? The pain she felt was definitely real. Astonishment covered her like her cloak.

Her heart hammered in her chest. She folded her hands together to quit from fidgeting. Arya’s voice, longing to be heard, was caught in her throat. Why had he given her money? Was he expecting something in return? She opened her mouth to speak, but now the pink haired elf addressed her too. Her words further bewildered the tiefling. Smokey berries and secrets…? Arya swallowed nervously and took the coin.

”....” The first attempt at speech failed miserably. Oh Gods, would she lose her chance to talk to the only two people who’d spoken to her? What if they turned against her?

”....Thank you,” she murmured. Arya cleared her throat as quietly as possible without drawing too much attention to herself.

”....Th.. Thank you.” She stammered, repeating it louder as she glanced over at the duo. The movement caused some of her white hair to fall into her face and frame the left side of her face. She quickly wiped it out of her face and did her best to hide the rest of her appearance. The horns were impossible to ignore…

”....I don’t know what a smokey berry is, or why you’d think I have secrets… I’m sorry.’

The confusion rose in her voice, as a dwarf now joined them and sat beside her. Why of all places, were they sitting near her? No matter, once they learned she was a tiefling, they would leave. She decided to make the best of the moment. Then, a warforged joined, and now Arya couldn’t help but gawk at the two figures. A dwarf and a warforged together? The combination was a curious sight.

Arya gathered her courage to speak up–then suddenly lost it. A loud yell caused her to flinch and immediately duck her head. Arya braced for pain–sharp, throbbing, stabbing, or burning pain, it didn’t matter—but nothing came. Memories flashed through her mind’s eye and Arya was temporarily void of reality. Heart pounding, she tried to catch her breath, and began to hyperventilate.

This was a mistake. A mistake. I have to-”

A familiar and comforting voice caused her train of thought to come to a screeching halt. ’Arya.” Stella, back from flying, perched on her shoulder and kept pecking her head until she responded. ”You are okay. It was a gnome. Not a threat to you. Chin up. Make some friends.”

”I don’t…” Stella pecked her again and then unfurled a wing to give her head a half hug. A small smile finally escaped her. She took a deep breath as she pulled out of the reverie. Arya turned to face the unexpected group beside her while Stella folded her wings.

The gnome was now attempting to flirt with the bartender, Gears, and the commotion seemed to have died down. The noise level of the bar went back to its normal level, though she could sense unease and tension from the scene that unfurled before them all.

”Sorry,” she addressed the group, unaware her hood had fallen off and exposed her face and features. ”... I.. Thanks,” she directed her words to the wolf finally. ”It’s… It’s nice to meet you all…” She paused and a peck from Stella encouraged her to continue speaking. ”I’m… Ayra.”

The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself. The name change was out of necessity for survival. Stella peered down at her with disapproval but Arya shrugged at her.

Then she realized her hood was off. Panic flashed across her face. Quickly, she pulled it up, but not before she heard: ”Tiefling filth!”

Arya flinched once more and commenced her panic internally. Stella turned to glare at the speaker menacingly. Then, she returned to comforting the terrified blue tiefling.

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Race: Tiefling
Class: Ranger
Location: The Bar
Interactions: @princess Phia
Equipment:

Equipment List

⋆ Traveler’s cloak
⋆ Jewellery in picture
⋆ Hidden daggers in boots
⋆ Longbow with etched star markings and quiver

Attire:
⋆ Outfit/satchel
⋆ Hair
Gold Balance: 10
Injuries: Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number

Arya sat quietly at the bar. Her figure was cloaked beneath a dark and hooded poncho. Its deep blue fabric, worn from travel, draped loosely around her petite frame. It hid her from the curious gazes she hoped to avoid. Her silver-white hair was mostly concealed beneath the hood in a half-up braided hairstyle, with only a few strands falling softly forward, and framed her anxious features.

She shifted uneasily in her seat, gently tugging the cloak tighter around herself, one hand nervously gripping the worn strap of her satchel. Beneath the cloak, her ranger attire peeked through and showed a hint of leather padding on her thighs and worn gloves covering her fingers.

An audible growl escaped her stomach. Arya blushed furiously beneath her hood. Her gaze darted toward the warforged bartender busy with the other patrons. Arya bit her lower lip softly, glancing downward. What if she was too loud? What if speaking up caused her to be seen-to be noticed, and for the authorities to be alerted? Each time she gathered the courage to raise her hand, another confident voice cut in front and thus, left her hungry and overlooked. It was as if she were at home, except there weren’t angry voices belittling her existence.

A girl’s voice nearby piqued her curiosity. She noticed a vibrant flash of color from her peripheral vision. She looked over to observe a woman with long magenta hair standing at the bar. Her antlers poked out and reminded Arya of her own horns. This woman dressed in an outfit adorned from leafy garments. The way she dressed and her demeanor astounded Arya.

Arya's eyes widened slightly beneath her hood in quiet fascination. The woman carefully placed an assortment of marbles and stones on the counter. Was she trying to pay with them? A soft smile played at Arya's lips, intrigued yet envious of the woman's carefree confidence. Some day, she hoped to mirror it; perhaps when her family was truly free. Her heart ached – were they still alive? No. She could not let herself think this way. Arya clutched her cloak and waited for whatever happened next.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Hall
Interactions: King Edin, Queen Alibeth, Prince Wulfric, Auguste, Callum, and Princess Anastasia & Hafiz
Mentions: Cassius
Aesthetic:
☁ Hair
☁ Necklace
☁ Dress
☁ Shoes

---

The preparation for the noble banquet was not as cheerful. It would be the first time she’d be in close quarters to him. The anger flowing through her veins powered her through the stupidity of dressing up for these shithead nobles. How she wished she…. Kira pushed the thought out of her mind. At least, she could watch the rest of these insects. There would be plenty of opportunities to mingle with everyone and create friendships. Now she stood outside the banquet hall doors. With a big sigh, she strode confidently into the room.

The royals were seated at the head of the table. Typical. She smiled, curstied politely, and then glanced at the seating chart. Her eyebrows rose. Next to Shehzadi Nahir? The Gods were in her favor for once. With a grin, she strode over to take her seat. While she passed the tables, Kira noted who had arrived; the Vikena clown trio, Alexander Deacon–she avoided eye contact–, and Grand Vizier. He seemed to be in wonderful spirits, she noted dryly. Without a trace of emotion, she seated herself at the end of the table.

”Good evening, Princess Anastasia, Prince Auguste, and Grand Vizier Hafiz, my name is Kira.” She smiled and bowed respectfully to each of them. Kira folded her hands together and rested her chin on top of her hands and looked at them. ”How are we this fine evening?”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Olivia

_Persephone

Time: Evening
Location: Castle Dining Room
Interactions: Lorenzo/Alexander, Charlotte, King Edin, Queen Alibeth Prince Wulfric, Callum, Auguste & Princess Anastasia
Mentions:
Aesthetic:
♞ Dress
♞ Hair
♞ Shoes

---

Olivia stared around at the fancy banquet hall. Nothing she’d seen had come close to the grandiosity and arrogance of the Danroses. She glanced around and wondered how much of it could have been put to good use-such as, feeding the poor. The thoughts caused her blood to boil. She had to remind herself to relax.

With a sigh, Olivia turned to Lorenzo. As he announced their presence, she raised a brow subtly. Vikena? She pursed her lips and curtsied without a word. She knew correcting him would be dangerous. She accepted it and straightened up after Charlotte had. Prince Wulfric, or Wulfdick, greeted her; she noticed he’d skipped greeting her, though she’d been part of the Detective Meeting. As expected.

She waved her hand in acknowledgement to the royals gathered. Her gaze flicked to Prince Callum who looked rather put-together than the rumors claimed he was. ”A pleasure to make your acq.. acquaintance!” What a stupid word. She smiled and took her seat across from Charlotte. She nervously glanced around and spotted a taller and dark haired gentleman. Without knowing who he was, she bowed her head respectfully and looked at the food. Her stomach rumbled, and she resisted the urge to grab the food with her hands to begin stuffing her face.

I’ve got this.. I hope!

Neo Genesis: Chronicles of Eberron

Arya

Arya Nyx ⋆ 28 ⋆ Female ⋆ Tiefling ⋆ Ranger

Demons ⋆ Survivor ⋆

Appearance

Height: 5’11

Weight: 145

Hair Color: Silvery white

Eye Color: Light sky blue

Skin Tone: Medium blue

Distinguishing Features: Black horns protruding from her head; she has several necklaces around her neck, her horns, and wears earrings. She has many small freckles. There’s a stamp on her wrist she covers up. There are constellation markings and tattoos all over her too.

Clothing Style: Currently, she wears blouses, pants and boots with hoods to cover her face. Normally, she dresses more girly, with dresses.
Example 1
Example 2

Psychology

Likes: ⋆ Flowers ⋆ Forests ⋆ Animals ⋆ Darkness ⋆ Astronomy ⋆ Sugary food ⋆ Sweet food ⋆ Climbing trees Dislikes: ⋆ Water ⋆ Heights ⋆ Crowds ⋆ Her captors ⋆ Spicy food ⋆ Loud noises ⋆ Sudden movements		Habits/Quirks: ⋆ Perfectionist ⋆ Neat and tidy, always ⋆ Tries to talk to animals ⋆ Watches the stars, tracing constellations with her finger in the air ⋆ Flinches at sudden loud noises Dreams/Motivations: ⋆ To reunite with her family ⋆ To protect other from the kind of pain she went through, even if it means staying in the shadows ⋆ To see the stars from her bedroom window again

Sexuality:
⋆ Bisexual

Willingness to make friends(1-5): 3

Willingness toward romance(1-5): 3

Personality:

Engaging With Others Extroversion (1-5): 2 Kindness (1-5): 5 Chattiness (1-5): 2 Trustfulness (1-5): 2 Sense of Humor (1-5): 4 Loyalty (1-5): 5 Selflessness (1-5): 3 Flirtatiousness (1-5): 1

Handling Conflict and Decisions Arrogance (1-5): 1 Patience (1-5): 5 Temperance (1-5): 5 Forgiveness (1-5): 2 Courage (1-5): 2 Stubbornness (1-5): 5 Pacifism (1-5): 3 Impulsiveness (1-5): 2 Creativity (1-5): 5 Mercy (1-5): 1 Charisma (1-5): 2

Background

Place of Origin: Khorvaire

Current Occupation: Wanderer, ranger-for-hire, kidnapping escapee

Living Family Members: Unsure: she hasn’t seen them since her abduction, and doesn’t know who (if any) are still alive

Companions on the Airship: N.A

Why are you traveling to Khorvaire? To find her family before her captors do and go into hiding.

Non-Combative Skills:
⋆ Photographic memory
⋆ Navigating via the stars and sky
⋆ Quiet & stealthy movement in forested terrain

History Arya was born in a quiet, forested village on the outskirts of Khorvaire, nestled near the border of the Eldeen Reaches. Her childhood was peaceful, filled with the scent of wildflowers, the songs of birds, and the glow of constellations her grandmother used to trace for her in the night sky. Astronomy was more than a hobby in her family, it was a legacy. Her grandmother believed the stars carried the stories of their ancestors, and every constellation had a lesson to teach.

As a child, Arya would sit by the fire while her family mapped the heavens in charcoal and ink. They’d mark each birthday with a tiny star painted on her skin, meant to protect and guide her. Over time, she chose to make them permanent. The constellation tattoos that now lace her body are sacred memories. As a tiefling, she always stood out, but her family never let her feel bad about it. They wove stories about the stars in her blood and the fire in her heart.

But that peaceful life came with a price. Her family, though rich in love, had long owed a debt...One they could never seem to repay; and, when their creditors came to collect, they didn’t want coins. They wanted something more valuable than that... A body. Her younger sibling was chosen and Arya immediately reacted. She stepped forward and offered herself in her place at the ripe age of eighteen years old.

Arya was then taken away by a group of slave trafficking rare-blooded individuals for arcane experimentation and dark rituals. She was brought aboard an airship bound far from Khorvaire, then hidden in the underbellies of cities, passed from hand to hand like something valuable yet broken. Years blurred together in captivity. Some in cages, others in silence. Arya spent years imprisoned in dark halls and hidden facilities, studied and tested by those who served twisted ambitions Her infernal heritage was used, studied, even worshipped by some. Her spirit dimmed but never died.

After Arya finally escaped, she didn’t waste a moment. She set her sights on one place: home. She knew they’d come after her. For what she’d seen, for what she knew, for surviving when she wasn’t meant to. And worse, if they couldn’t find her, they might go after the people who meant everything to her: Her family. She then snuck onto an airship to Khorvaire, desperate to reach her loved ones before her captors did. Every step she takes now is a race against time and she doesn’t intend to lose.

Combat & Magic Potential

Class Concept / Role:
Ranger

Signature Abilities (3):
⋆ Volley Rapidly fire multiple arrows or thrown weapons, scattering groups of enemies or suppressing areas.

⋆ Beast Companion: Forge a powerful bond with a single animal partner who fights, scouts, and survives alongside you. Your companion follows commands reliably and grows stronger over time, forming a deep and unbreakable connection with you.

⋆ Blazing Wrath (Custom): Your fury feeds the flame. When her emotions flare, so do her arrows. When enraged, badly wounded, or emotionally charged, her arrows ignite with infernal fire as if responding to her bloodline.

Major Weaknesses (3):
⋆ Poor Pain Tolerance
⋆ Bright Light Sensitivity
⋆ Easily overwhelmed by crowds or chaotic environments

Racial Trait:
Tieflings resist fire, fear, and manipulation, and once per day they can draw upon their heritage to produce eerie, supernatural effects, such as shadowy whispers or flickering flames.

Boons & Banes:

Boons
⋆ Body Language Reading: Years of watching her captors taught her how to predict intention and move away
⋆ Instinctive Reflexes: She can always take a reaction (like dodging, deflecting, or commanding her beast) even if she’s surprised because she’s hypervigilant.

Bane:
⋆ Poor swimmer due to fear of deep water

Combat Equipment and Gear:

⋆ Traveler’s cloak
⋆ Hidden daggers in boots
⋆ Longbow with etched star markings and quiver

Beast Companion

Stella, the Eagle