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.𝐁𝐞/ＹＯＵ.
Ilias, Ishtar's Herald
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life is a party and i'm the piñata.
GENERAL
full name: Darshana Gupta
nickname(s):
Shan, Darshan
d.o.b.: new moon of Kartika (late oct - early nov), 551 CE
"age": 30
gender: cisfemale
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: heterosexual
occupation: assassin/hitman
role: Iram
patron goddess: Maa Kali
APPEARANCE
height: 5'8"
hair color: black
eye color: black
PERSONA
traits: hot-headed, fearless, erratic, straight-forward, determined
Darshana has always only known anger. It fills her to the brim, and the spillover is not pretty. After living more than a millennium one would think it would die down and let her feel any other emotion. But like her, it refuses to die.
It's not that she doesn't feel other emotions. She does, but, whenever she sits with them too long, they turn into anger. So she doesn't let it sit. Pluck its cause by the root so she could have a sense of peace for a day or two, or mere hours or minutes.
She is stoical in a sense that other than anger, she doesn't let other emotions show on her face. When was the last time she smiled? What did it feel like? Did she ever smile? (She does, a very scary grin after taking certain souls, but) hell if she knows. As for tears, hers only burn, red-hot.
Shan never learned how to control her tongue. She may be a woman of a few words, but should one have the unfortune to have a conversation with her, it often ends unpleasantly. She's not above lying, in fact she thinks they're fun. Will do it deadpan to keep people on their toes. Rather than using sarcasm, she'd outright insult one's entire bloodline. Though if they return that energy, that very same bloodline will be gone by dawn.
She can be reckless and impulsive to a fault. It would make sense for her to be vengeful, but she never let her anger marinate long enough. Once she feel a hint of vengeance, she'd act on it immediately. She gets shit done, fast. Will become laser focused and restless until the task is finished.
likes:
coffee: black. cigarettes, lollipops (not the swirly colorful ones), reading, polishing weapons (it's a very calming ritual)
dislikes:
the legal / "justice" system, misogyny (loathe), antiseptic smell, hospitals, childbirth, PDA of any kind
headcanons:
- got all sorts of connections. or will barge her way through. no in-betweens.
- most sign of affection she's shown in the past thousand years is a very hard pat on the back on one of the Vindex. probably Ferus.
- she gets the itch to go back to midwifery. but being close to the gentleness of motherhood and childbirth and unable to feel any of it anymore is the one thing that she can't stand and won't put herself through. her only boundary.
HISTORY
- 551 CE
Born to a midwife, Darshana was a bastard. It took a village to raise her, and everyday her mother sing praises to the Goddess Shashthi. Goddess of children, reproduction, child birth, mid-wives. It was fitting. It was the only goddess Shan learned to worship, too, as she grew and was taught the way of a mid-wife. In a very matriarchal house, she grew up quickly, and her mother made no hesitation telling her of her father. One of the now known as Later Guptas, many women would've asked for at least compensation in gold or land for carrying a child of royal blood, for their silence. But her mother knew it would've been of no good, so she asked for nothing, kept Shan a secret, and now it was her turn to do the same.
Though she didn't have the name for it at the time, she knew how unjust women were treated. That was the root of her anger. That is the root of her anger. Disgusted and repulsed by the way husbands were, Darshana swore to never marry. Blessed with a pretty face, many men has asked for her hand in marriage, despite her unrelenting glares at them. A lot of them felt more like a command than a question, though. It wasn't as easy as she wanted to, turning them down, as a simple "no" didn't quite work, and after the tenth one men just see her as another thing to conquer. Her mother always backed her up.
Too many men had asked her, more often than not so nonchalantly, for when will their wife will be serviceable once more? Followed with a joke of how maybe she should've just died so he could find a "fresh one". A whisper so soft on her mind's ears, the message anything but, and Darshana's eyes were alit with new-found flames. A deal she hesitated for no time at all, a champion made. When blade met skin, first blood was drawn, and with it the deal was sealed.
- Kali's Champion
The sweet, sweet taste of vengeance. Somehow, Shan knew it would be the first of many. However, reality quickly caught up to her, and she was left with a breathless man on her feet, his body on a pool of blood, slowly beginning to become stiff, his wife and crying baby in the next room. Another whisper. No matter, She said. The deed was done. The task was done. Her hand dropped the blade. When it touched the floor, no clanging sound was made, as it turned into a sheath. Her mother rushes into the room, wiping her hand. And goes immediately to Darshana, hands on her arms, head, making sure she was unharmed. A tight hug. She could remember that moment, still, clear as day. When her mother's embrace no longer brought comfort. Like a stranger's. Though the rest of that day was a haze.
Since then, she was a nomad. A restless soldier. Either fighting the loud battle during wars or silently carving a throat open in the darkness of quiet nights, Darshana has covered all bases of deaths. Staying true to her vow, as part of the (very) bloody deal struck on a whim, she carves a path of death and destruction wherever she goes. If someone's been taking attendance on all wars since 582 CE, be it civil, world, between tribes, she'd come out exemplary. She might not have a hand in starting them- that was another Vindex or simple mortals' doings- but she sure does know how to end one. Even with entire civilizations ceasing to end, there seem to be another one right around the corner screaming "me next!"
- Present
Though things have quieted down for a few decades, well, comparably, at least, Shan was still keeping up with her duties. As a side, for a bit of fun, a rather new thing she just discovered post WWII, recently she's taken a liking to being a hitman. These days, she's no longer living in the trenches, and has posted up rather lushly on a loft in New York.
VINDEX
blessing: an absolute beast on the battlefield, nothing could stand in her way. she could tap into a never ending well of rage to fuel her very destructive path. once the warpath is set, she'd lead at the front, and would not stop until the ground was covered with remains, herself dark with blood.
when in need, she could call on one or two pair of extra arms, along with the weapons necessary to make her the most efficient killing machine to ever grace battlegrounds.
drinking the blood she draws on the battlefield allows her to continue her rampage without the need of rest.
curse: every body was a child, once. their mother's sons and daughters. every soul she's slain, she's to feel grief as their mother would.
mortal trade: the soft and gentleness of being human. the tender touch of a mother, a hand brushing on her head. hands entwined, the absent-minded movement of a thumb, rubbing circles. a cut up plate of fruit. a cup of tea brewed, extra cinnamon. a kiss on the temple. a blow on a boo-boo. she at least had a mother once. surely she'd felt it. so why does it seem so foreign, so alien? all those gestures are now, empty.
skill/talent: having handled and wielded countless (and probably all) man-made weapons, from swords to rifles, Darshana can grasp their uses often just by looking and is able to wield one with the grace of its master in no time at all.
relic: a sheath, seemingly void of a blade, but in the hands of a wronged wife or mother, a scimitar will be called upon, to bring death upon their enemies. and it will leave no trace to its wielder, disappearing once again after its purpose is done.
feelings: resigned.
though she's been cheating it, death is absolute. she's always known that. like a good soldier, she marches on. she gladly bears the weight of it all, if a little good were to come out of it in the end. she'd be lying if she said she doesn't enjoy it sometimes, especially when it's justified. knowing she helps right a wrong brings her a sense of peculiar comfort. and when it doesn't, well, she knows there's more misery in this earth than its counterpart. this is the life she agreed to, right? how could she be anything but grateful to the one who answered her prayers when the one she prayed to stayed silent, who satiated her vengeance for the first time, and kept letting her taste the sweet taste of it over and over again?
relations:
IUDEX
Though she may not agree with his methods nor lack of action, they could find a certain affinity in the willingness to defend their Goddess.
Having only been existing for over a millennium, the thought of being his age fills her with dread, and might've been one of the reasons she's willing to fight to reclaim the right for her own life back.
RECTIO
To put it very lightly, they butthead a lot. The only authority Shan recognizes over her is Maa Kali, and she's proven to be difficult more than once whenever they try to pull rank. The weight of the matter matters not to Darshana regarding their leadership, and this time it's no different.
ARTIS
They couldn't be more different. Shan couldn't imagine ever putting so much thought into her actions. Especially knowing how easy it is to just throwing ingredients to a pot and wait for the result and act on that, with all the time in their hands. She respects one who plays the long game, though not without a hint of fear, knowing what they could do with that kind of meticulousness.
FIDEM
She thinks they're foolish, and has outwardly said so on several occasions. While her Goddess is true, she's not so obviously blind to the other Gods' doing to think them virtuous. Though she wouldn't waste her time on proving their viewpoint wrong. She's got all the time in the world to watch it's eventual happening.
VERUM
Though more often than not she's one of the reasons why things are the way they are, Shan hopes they don't resent her to much for it, since she likes conversations with them most. Still, at the end of the day, truth is always subjective, she knows that best, and likes to remind them that.
SANITAS
If she could still feel guilt, Shan would find herself often apologizing to them. She admits she finds it kind of fun to watch their effort fruitless from her doings sometimes. Another foolish endeavor within the Vindex. If it's known to her that they willingly chose this life, still, for whatever twisted purpose, she'd be so angry.
FERUS
The only time Darshana was ever careful is around them. She tries her best to keep up with their unpredictability, craftiness and trickery. And suddenly, she knows what it feels like to be on the receiving end of someone else being a pain in the ass. They probably also "butt head" a lot on the other end of the spectrum from Rectio.
MANUS MORTIS
She understands death, and being surrounded by them. She sympathizes with him most, to the best of her limited ability to do so. She pities them, almost. Because at least she still feel some relief in enacting her vows.
full name: Darshana Gupta
nickname(s):
Shan, Darshan
d.o.b.: new moon of Kartika (late oct - early nov), 551 CE
"age": 30
gender: cisfemale
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: heterosexual
occupation: assassin/hitman
role: Iram
patron goddess: Maa Kali
APPEARANCE
height: 5'8"
hair color: black
eye color: black
PERSONA
traits: hot-headed, fearless, erratic, straight-forward, determined
Darshana has always only known anger. It fills her to the brim, and the spillover is not pretty. After living more than a millennium one would think it would die down and let her feel any other emotion. But like her, it refuses to die.
It's not that she doesn't feel other emotions. She does, but, whenever she sits with them too long, they turn into anger. So she doesn't let it sit. Pluck its cause by the root so she could have a sense of peace for a day or two, or mere hours or minutes.
She is stoical in a sense that other than anger, she doesn't let other emotions show on her face. When was the last time she smiled? What did it feel like? Did she ever smile? (She does, a very scary grin after taking certain souls, but) hell if she knows. As for tears, hers only burn, red-hot.
Shan never learned how to control her tongue. She may be a woman of a few words, but should one have the unfortune to have a conversation with her, it often ends unpleasantly. She's not above lying, in fact she thinks they're fun. Will do it deadpan to keep people on their toes. Rather than using sarcasm, she'd outright insult one's entire bloodline. Though if they return that energy, that very same bloodline will be gone by dawn.
She can be reckless and impulsive to a fault. It would make sense for her to be vengeful, but she never let her anger marinate long enough. Once she feel a hint of vengeance, she'd act on it immediately. She gets shit done, fast. Will become laser focused and restless until the task is finished.
likes:
coffee: black. cigarettes, lollipops (not the swirly colorful ones), reading, polishing weapons (it's a very calming ritual)
dislikes:
the legal / "justice" system, misogyny (loathe), antiseptic smell, hospitals, childbirth, PDA of any kind
headcanons:
- got all sorts of connections. or will barge her way through. no in-betweens.
- most sign of affection she's shown in the past thousand years is a very hard pat on the back on one of the Vindex. probably Ferus.
- she gets the itch to go back to midwifery. but being close to the gentleness of motherhood and childbirth and unable to feel any of it anymore is the one thing that she can't stand and won't put herself through. her only boundary.
HISTORY
- 551 CE
Born to a midwife, Darshana was a bastard. It took a village to raise her, and everyday her mother sing praises to the Goddess Shashthi. Goddess of children, reproduction, child birth, mid-wives. It was fitting. It was the only goddess Shan learned to worship, too, as she grew and was taught the way of a mid-wife. In a very matriarchal house, she grew up quickly, and her mother made no hesitation telling her of her father. One of the now known as Later Guptas, many women would've asked for at least compensation in gold or land for carrying a child of royal blood, for their silence. But her mother knew it would've been of no good, so she asked for nothing, kept Shan a secret, and now it was her turn to do the same.
Though she didn't have the name for it at the time, she knew how unjust women were treated. That was the root of her anger. That is the root of her anger. Disgusted and repulsed by the way husbands were, Darshana swore to never marry. Blessed with a pretty face, many men has asked for her hand in marriage, despite her unrelenting glares at them. A lot of them felt more like a command than a question, though. It wasn't as easy as she wanted to, turning them down, as a simple "no" didn't quite work, and after the tenth one men just see her as another thing to conquer. Her mother always backed her up.
Too many men had asked her, more often than not so nonchalantly, for when will their wife will be serviceable once more? Followed with a joke of how maybe she should've just died so he could find a "fresh one". A whisper so soft on her mind's ears, the message anything but, and Darshana's eyes were alit with new-found flames. A deal she hesitated for no time at all, a champion made. When blade met skin, first blood was drawn, and with it the deal was sealed.
- Kali's Champion
The sweet, sweet taste of vengeance. Somehow, Shan knew it would be the first of many. However, reality quickly caught up to her, and she was left with a breathless man on her feet, his body on a pool of blood, slowly beginning to become stiff, his wife and crying baby in the next room. Another whisper. No matter, She said. The deed was done. The task was done. Her hand dropped the blade. When it touched the floor, no clanging sound was made, as it turned into a sheath. Her mother rushes into the room, wiping her hand. And goes immediately to Darshana, hands on her arms, head, making sure she was unharmed. A tight hug. She could remember that moment, still, clear as day. When her mother's embrace no longer brought comfort. Like a stranger's. Though the rest of that day was a haze.
Since then, she was a nomad. A restless soldier. Either fighting the loud battle during wars or silently carving a throat open in the darkness of quiet nights, Darshana has covered all bases of deaths. Staying true to her vow, as part of the (very) bloody deal struck on a whim, she carves a path of death and destruction wherever she goes. If someone's been taking attendance on all wars since 582 CE, be it civil, world, between tribes, she'd come out exemplary. She might not have a hand in starting them- that was another Vindex or simple mortals' doings- but she sure does know how to end one. Even with entire civilizations ceasing to end, there seem to be another one right around the corner screaming "me next!"
- Present
Though things have quieted down for a few decades, well, comparably, at least, Shan was still keeping up with her duties. As a side, for a bit of fun, a rather new thing she just discovered post WWII, recently she's taken a liking to being a hitman. These days, she's no longer living in the trenches, and has posted up rather lushly on a loft in New York.
VINDEX
blessing: an absolute beast on the battlefield, nothing could stand in her way. she could tap into a never ending well of rage to fuel her very destructive path. once the warpath is set, she'd lead at the front, and would not stop until the ground was covered with remains, herself dark with blood.
when in need, she could call on one or two pair of extra arms, along with the weapons necessary to make her the most efficient killing machine to ever grace battlegrounds.
drinking the blood she draws on the battlefield allows her to continue her rampage without the need of rest.
curse: every body was a child, once. their mother's sons and daughters. every soul she's slain, she's to feel grief as their mother would.
mortal trade: the soft and gentleness of being human. the tender touch of a mother, a hand brushing on her head. hands entwined, the absent-minded movement of a thumb, rubbing circles. a cut up plate of fruit. a cup of tea brewed, extra cinnamon. a kiss on the temple. a blow on a boo-boo. she at least had a mother once. surely she'd felt it. so why does it seem so foreign, so alien? all those gestures are now, empty.
skill/talent: having handled and wielded countless (and probably all) man-made weapons, from swords to rifles, Darshana can grasp their uses often just by looking and is able to wield one with the grace of its master in no time at all.
relic: a sheath, seemingly void of a blade, but in the hands of a wronged wife or mother, a scimitar will be called upon, to bring death upon their enemies. and it will leave no trace to its wielder, disappearing once again after its purpose is done.
feelings: resigned.
though she's been cheating it, death is absolute. she's always known that. like a good soldier, she marches on. she gladly bears the weight of it all, if a little good were to come out of it in the end. she'd be lying if she said she doesn't enjoy it sometimes, especially when it's justified. knowing she helps right a wrong brings her a sense of peculiar comfort. and when it doesn't, well, she knows there's more misery in this earth than its counterpart. this is the life she agreed to, right? how could she be anything but grateful to the one who answered her prayers when the one she prayed to stayed silent, who satiated her vengeance for the first time, and kept letting her taste the sweet taste of it over and over again?
relations:
IUDEX
Though she may not agree with his methods nor lack of action, they could find a certain affinity in the willingness to defend their Goddess.
Having only been existing for over a millennium, the thought of being his age fills her with dread, and might've been one of the reasons she's willing to fight to reclaim the right for her own life back.
RECTIO
To put it very lightly, they butthead a lot. The only authority Shan recognizes over her is Maa Kali, and she's proven to be difficult more than once whenever they try to pull rank. The weight of the matter matters not to Darshana regarding their leadership, and this time it's no different.
ARTIS
They couldn't be more different. Shan couldn't imagine ever putting so much thought into her actions. Especially knowing how easy it is to just throwing ingredients to a pot and wait for the result and act on that, with all the time in their hands. She respects one who plays the long game, though not without a hint of fear, knowing what they could do with that kind of meticulousness.
FIDEM
She thinks they're foolish, and has outwardly said so on several occasions. While her Goddess is true, she's not so obviously blind to the other Gods' doing to think them virtuous. Though she wouldn't waste her time on proving their viewpoint wrong. She's got all the time in the world to watch it's eventual happening.
VERUM
Though more often than not she's one of the reasons why things are the way they are, Shan hopes they don't resent her to much for it, since she likes conversations with them most. Still, at the end of the day, truth is always subjective, she knows that best, and likes to remind them that.
SANITAS
If she could still feel guilt, Shan would find herself often apologizing to them. She admits she finds it kind of fun to watch their effort fruitless from her doings sometimes. Another foolish endeavor within the Vindex. If it's known to her that they willingly chose this life, still, for whatever twisted purpose, she'd be so angry.
FERUS
The only time Darshana was ever careful is around them. She tries her best to keep up with their unpredictability, craftiness and trickery. And suddenly, she knows what it feels like to be on the receiving end of someone else being a pain in the ass. They probably also "butt head" a lot on the other end of the spectrum from Rectio.
MANUS MORTIS
She understands death, and being surrounded by them. She sympathizes with him most, to the best of her limited ability to do so. She pities them, almost. Because at least she still feel some relief in enacting her vows.
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