Fantasy 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[yokai.]

yokai + veralyn

 

[yokai.]

your protector

fleet foxes

knight of pentacles

I.

i am circling around god, around the ancient tower

name

agia iorwood

a.k.a.

dame agia

age

twenty-five

gender & pronouns

cis female, she/her

sexuality

demisexual lesbian

hair

long strands of obsidian waves frame her face down to her back, which she usually ties into a single long pleated braid for utility. glossy and sleek, shining like a jewel in the light, and smelling faintly of peony and sandalwood.

eyes

placid pools of burnt umber, framed by long lashes and perpetually furrowed, thickly arched, and darkened brows.

misc features

agia stands at a willowy height of 5'10", with lithe and toned muscle all around, markers of a particularly strenuous and thorough training regimen. the slender planes of her body are stubbornly angular, warm brown skin stretched taut over bone. she possesses a sharp roman nose and an inscrutable gaze, which generates a vengeful, ichor-like intensity when delivering the odd glare or scowl.

II.

and i have been circling for a thousand years

concept

Calloused hands, blind and quiet devotion, unwavering loyalty, deferring to higher authority with averted gaze and bent knee, a

sword

that does not question the hand that wields it, honour-bound and sworn fealty to a king she reveres as a god, practiced

restraint

, white-knuckled grip around a sword's hilt, understated confidence in her own capacity for violence. She must be strong, in order to protect; she must be cruel, because heretics deserve none of her mercy.

Cynical

and seemingly apathetic to the woes of common people, she has learned to turn a blind eye to suffering, content with the idea that the poor are simply weaker, and their purpose is to devote themselves to their superiors, to be

guided

like sheep to the light. They do not know any better than to fall into the embrace of evil. Their king will save them, he

must

. She dons her armor like a second skin, relieved to be one link in a never-ending chain, a cog in a ceaseless machine. For king and country, she will be a sword — Unthinking,

unfeeling

, only complacent to purge darkness from the world. Whether her

traitorous

heart is in it or not, matters least to her. To do so is her birthright, after all, and blood is always thicker than water.

misc

- has a hard time forming connections w others (lacks empathy and trust)
- has a very refined and polished way of speaking, well-versed in the baroque etiquette of the upper class
- will frown if she thinks ur being outright rude ('rude' = anything that isn't considered proper manners)
- knows she's intimidating and dgaf
- likes intellectual debate, the smell of earth after rain, and swordtraining
- smells faintly of ozone whenever she's using her lightning abilities
- her mother has many embarrassing stories of her as a kid lol
- currently resides in the knight's guild and has her own dorm to herself, will sometimes visit the iorwood estate on holidays
- will send lightning down to scare someone if she needs them to shut up
- "sometimes babies will point at me, and i don't care for that shit at all"
- character inspo: achilles, mr darcy, jude duarte
- pinterest
- playlist

III.

and i still don't know if i am a falcon

history

Agia thinks she must have been born with her head bowed, unable to even look her mother in the eye as she was cradled in the woman's warm embrace. Her parents were wealthy enough, fortunate to have been tied to the royal family through her father's side, whose family were distant relatives of the king, himself. The Iorwoods historically have been known for their healers, a family tree devoted to carework, populated by saint-like ancestors whose faces and deeds were immortalized in history books. Agia's earliest memory was of her being unable to enter their family portrait hall, fear gripping her heart as she hid from dead relatives' gazes.

Her magic was too volatile, untamed. Anger made it worse, caused lightning to crackle through the air, to sunder the earth and miss her father's head by mere inches. What kind of healer provoked the kind of fear in her mother's eyes as she watched her only daughter grow up? The current Agia has learned to be callous and detached, her kindness shoved behind an icy exterior. She'd realized a long time ago that she was not meant for healing, but something sharper, more fitting to the abilities she was born with. She would bend the skies to her will, temper it with dedication and grace as she pursued her education at Llyrion.

The Institute was its own monster, one that Agia struggled to conquer. The elite proved themselves to be intelligently cruel, perhaps more than what she was expecting. Manipulation and bloodthirstiness were necessary evils one had to acquire a taste for just to survive in such an environment, these were truths she had to live with. She kept her head down, honed her skills, and worked towards a dream, the hope that she would one day be strong enough to serve her people. Her king. Though it wouldn't be through miraculous acts of healing, her power must also not be wasted on meaningless violence, no. With her firm and righteous hand, she wondered if she might be best suited to enforce her king's rule, instead of falling in line with the rest of her peers, powerful nobility's children who were headed for military work in the King's Army.

Upon her early graduation from Llyrion, she immediately enlisted as a Knight, relishing in the feeling of being able to wield her power, now that there was a purpose behind it. There was virtue in the way she treated her people, the poor, downtrodden lower classes. The people she dealt with were most often unfortunate and helpless enough to warrant distant sympathy, yet disdainful enough in their ignorance for her to put chains on them, to silently watch as they stepped wearily on their way to the gallows.

At least the Knight's Guild was one monster she knew how to appease, only enough to sometimes wonder if she might be a monster, herself.

IV.

or a storm, or a great song.

♡coded by uxie♡