Multiple Settings — 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞. [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬]

[sox]

mono no aware — 物の哀れ.

applications

interest check

hi everyone! i'm super excited to see everyone's ocs, but quick note before you begin: the structure below really isn't rigid in any way aside from the interview questions! everything else is pretty freeform as you see fit, and i'm excited to see the different character concepts your creative brains cook up! codes are not required, but feel free to rip this scrappy little code to use if that's easiest. the deadline is next friday, apr 19th!

— BASICS.

name:

x

nickname:

(opt.)

age:

(20-25)

gender:

x

sexuality:

x

role:

x

— VISAGE.

realistic faceclaims, commissioned artwork, and detailed descriptions are all acceptable! feel free to include as many or as little other details as you wish, such as body mods, physical disabilities, or fashion sense. the ones below are just an outline for basic things to include in a description.

eye color.

x

hair color.

x

skin tone.

x

height.

x

build.

x

body mods.

x

faceclaim.

x

— PERSONA.

similarly to the visage section, you can format this section however you please, whether that's vices and virtues, a detailed description, or something else you believe thoroughly showcases your character's personality! feel free to get creative! again, the items below are just a suggestion:

virtues.

x

vices.

x

ambitions.

x

fears.

x

quirks.

x

— INTERVIEW.

these answers should be from your character's pov, which means they can be as short or long, honest or shifty as your character actually would be in a day-to-day conversation with a friendly acquaintance!

"what were your academy days like? did you specialize in anything interesting? make any friends?"

xxx

"how is your current relationship with your family? are you expecting to succeed the title? are you even interested in that sort of gig?"

xxx

"we were all raised on araksavism, of course, but would you consider yourself particularly religious? how favorably do you view the holy temple?"

xxx

"why did you choose to accept lady duyen's invitation? if it was even your choice, i mean... are you nervous at all?"

xxx

— CONCEPT.

a few paragraphs of something that will give me a deeper glimpse of your character: a diary entry, a witness testimony, a recurring nightmare, a fond memory— whatever showcases a facet of your character that an outsider keeping up with their movements wouldn't know. this doesn't have to be too long; a few paragraphs is fine!

 

[sox]

vaani

arya

peridot's heir

fc: alanna panday

you
dig
your
fangs
into
my
lips

coded by phnx.

VAANI
ARYA.

G O D D E S S.

PVRIS

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• basics

  
  
  
  
  
  

  NAME:

  
  

  vaani arya

  
  
  

  NICKNAME(S):

  
  

  vivi

  
  
  

  AGE:

  
  

  twenty-two

  
  
  

  GENDER:

  
  

  cis female

  
  
  

  SEXUALITY:

  
  

  pansexual

  
  
  

  PRONOUNS:

  
  

  she/her

  
  
  

  ROLE:

  
  

  peridot

  
  
  

  EYES:

  
  

  stormy, steel gray

  
  
  

  HAIR:

  
  

  deep, glossy burgundy.

  
  
  

  SKIN:

  
  

  rich tan w/ warm undertones

  
  
  

  HEIGHT:

  
  

  5' 7"

  
  
  

  BUILD:

  
  

  lean, slender, w/ a fair bit of muscle

  
  
  

  MODS:

  
  

  several ear piercings

  
  
  

  FACECLAIM:

  
  

  alanna panday

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  no stranger to rubbing shoulders with high society's brightest stars while simultaneously being shunned by them for her indiscriminate candor, the infamous young heir of house arya knows no limits when it comes to her stylistic choices. from revealing midi dresses and flashy swimswear to elegant saris and chic pantsuits, vaani will gladly play whichever part she must for the occasion— her authenticity will shine through regardless, no matter how aggressively the stifling world around her attempts to dim her natural light.

  
  
  
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  PERSONA

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  demeanor:

  now, what was it those young boys among the library staff have been calling the illustrious young master of arya as of late? a— a brute?! what a preposterous label! battle-ready, sure, and a wee bit headstrong, perhaps more than most; a bookworm, as every proper successor of her lineage must be if they wish to survive such intensive studies, and most certainly a prankster, no doubt, quite unruly in the most polished manner when the tricks hidden up her sleeve come out to play— above all else, of course, vaani is a scholar of the highest caliber, diligent, persistent, and unyielding in her hard-working efforts to pursue the innate truths of this world. her thoroughness in maintaining her composure under stress remains unmatched, observant and meticulous while paying careful attention to detail as she faces every challenge with resolute courageousness, not to be intimidated by bothersome hypotheticals or looming eventualities alike. though at first glance miss vaani may seem to fall under the same pastel lace umbrella as the other noble ladies whose tea parties she frequents on the weekends, such temperament is but a perfect reflection of her ability to adapt to her surroundings and cope with instability with grace. coupled with her cooperative and consistent nature, vaani is a dependable friend and ally, someone in whom trust can be placed without worry that it may one day be betrayed.
  
  the deceptive mask of youthful, pompous nobility can be destroyed far quicker, however, by listening in on any of vaani's private conversations. not only is the young successor unfailingly straightforward in her everyday speech, caring not for the pretenses of courtesy and etiquette when there are far better uses of her time, but she is also terribly hasty, becoming rather irritable should unnecessary factors get in the way of her daily toiling. the greatest bane in miss vaani's world, you ask? without a doubt, above hypocrisy and deception lies the grave sin of tampering with the hard-earned food on her plate, her one respite in a world of bloodshed and an instant pick-me-up on her darkest days. from early childhood to the present, vaani's love for all things edible remains yet to be rivalled, to the point of always carrrying snacks in her immediate vicinity for seamless consumption in between page-turners. should she catch you in the act of stealing her beloved sugary companions, however, the sharp scholar can be no less than merciless, offering little compassion or reprieve towards her aggressors.
  
  
  
  

  traits:

  Assiduous, Attentive, Cooperative, Dauntless, Dependable, Equanimous, Erudite, Resilient // Blunt, Fussy, Gluttonous, Grouchy, Hasty, Lavish, Merciless, Tricky
  
  
  
  

  likes // dislikes:

  all genres of music, dancing, bourbon, mathematics, flirting, meeting new people, most animals, travelling, fine dining, reading, politics, arguing for the fun of it, baking, winning, being helpful, lilies, spontaneous late night adventures. // bugs that sting other than bees, edgelords, politicians, stubbornness, being underestimated, people who can't take criticism, tomato-based dishes, malicious gossip, relationship labels, driving, roses, several of the men in her life.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  CONCEPT

  
  
  
  

  "i don't know who your god is..."

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  two months ago.

  stray beads of wax rolling down the flickering, hyacinth-scented candlesticks atop grandiose, polished mahogany tables. the subtle, ever-present orchestra of crinkling textbook pages between stimming fingers and scritching fountain pens against stacks of scibbled notes. a calm, barely noticable breeze wafting through from the hand-carved, arching double doors softly swinging open and shut every few seconds. complete and utter bliss.
  
  "so," the sleep-deprived student took a break from annotating ancient memoirs and leaned forward across the papers scattered before him, interrupting vaani's moment of appreciation for the grand library situated in the heart of arya academy. "riddle me this: assuming all other factors are identical, who has the advantage between a state with an extensive intelligence network and average defense, and a state with middling intelligence and a properly fortified defense?"
  
  'pointless question.' luckily, that gracious thought failed to pass through vaani's verbal filter as she closed her eyes in contemplation. pondering hypotheticals such as these was simultaneously free entertainment and the bane of her existence, a stimulating mind exercise that filled her brain with fanciful ideas that couldn't translate to the political battlefield she was meant to take on any day now. but, oh, how fun they were.
  
  as she sat in her cushioned desk chair with flawless posture and properly formulated her response to the posed question, the shadows shifting along her eyelids began to oscillate and take shape into a silhouette that she knew better than anyone, the overwhelming, broad frame of her strategy-driven father and mentor staring from across the dining table at her seventeen-year-old self.
  
  "your assigned readings last night must have been most scintillating, judging by the bags under your eyes." rohan arya took a long, contemplative sip of his piping hot coffee, eyebrows raised inquisitively. no matter how many times he'd studied the material himself in his youth, the head of house arya never tired of conversing about such topics with his eldest child. "after having slept on it, care to share your thoughts?"
  
  the nearly-graduated vaani plopped down on a bar stool across the room, munching on a handful of cashews she'd stowed in her pocket earlier for this exact moment. "hm, well, shelling and clausewitz both agree that war is a part of politics and vice versa," she mused, not truly looking at anything as she recalled each author's conflicting viewpoints, "but while shelling sees war as a tool for politics, clausewitz sees them as inherently intertwined. now waltz, on the other hand, disagrees entirely and says war is a part of people. war is to convince people of things because human nature never improves. it's... the lack of compromise due to that very nature."
  
  a pleased smile began to tug at the corners of devon's otherwise unreadable lips. "and who do you agree with more?"
  
  "obviously, it's—"
  
  "not obviously." the sudden interjection shut the child up in a millisecond as she acquiesced to her father's wise words. "choose carefully, vaani. even if you already have the answer in your head, at least pretend to think about it a little longer. you... may not understand why this matters at this moment, but you'll see it in action once the chance arises, trust me. you know what we always say: wisdom comes through listening to those with more experience, only—"
  
  "— fools blunder through unnecessary pain."
  
  now the sole successor of house arya and a mentor to many herself, a twenty-two-year-old vaani snapped back to the present with newfound clarity and released the breath held hostage in her lungs during her thoughtful silence.
  
  “intelligence is fleeting, transient even..." vaani's answer finally resounded with an intentionally slow delivery, making sure her words stuck properly in the ears of her eager study buddy. "a solid defense can't rely on intelligence alone in a fluid battlefield situation. 'when one has used defensive measures successfully, a more favourable balance of strength is usually created; thus the natural course in war is to begin defensively and end by attacking.'”
  
  a low, impressed whistle, just loud enough to earn an irritated shush from a table of elderly men down the aisle. "well quoted."
  
  "stop, gosh," vaani giggled into her mug of lukewarm coffee, satisfaction glimmering in her steel irises. "clausewitz is blushing in his grave."
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  SOCIAL

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  rohan arya

  "abbu? he's stern, but a goofball at heart, though right now he's busy gearing up to become the next academy grandmaster once i succeed his title. eager as he is, i suspect it won't be long now until nana... well, no need to get into such dreadful topics now..."

  
  
  

  shalini arya

  "ammi is the smartest person i know, hence why she's so respected at the academy. though she can be quite materialistic at times, i suppose that's why she understands the in's and out's of market economics so well..."

  
  
  

  devi arya

  "devi's a big dumbass with zero volume control, but i wouldn't trade that dumbass for the world. ever since her engagement fell through, she's been hooked on her cd player day in and day out, so good luck getting a single word in!"

  
  
  

  nikhil arya

  "nana is seriously brilliant, but he really hasn't been feeling well enough to fulfill all his duties as of late. i fear we don't have long before he finds his own peace... until then, i try to visit as often as i can to keep him company."

  
  
  

  jiji

  "my one piece of peace among these clowns... don't laugh, i'm being serious! he keeps it real when no one else will. i really don't know what i'd do without him— wait, do not tell him i said that—"

  
  
  

  zenji

  "oh? well... i've always seen prince zenji as one-of-a-kind. i watched him butt heads with everyone else growing up but he was always quite considerate to me... can you blame me for finding him attractive back then? i've more or less moved past those feelings, but you know what they say about first loves..."

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  "what were your academy days like? did you specialize in anything interesting? make any friends?"

  
  

  
  "my academy days were exactly as you'd imagine them to be— busy, pressuring, but ultimately my fondest memories. it wasn't too difficult to make friends as the granddaughter of the current grandmaster, but i have been told in passing a few times that i can be rather intimidating to approach..." vaani's brows pinch together for a moment before she ultimately dismisses the thought with a sip of her tea. "hm, i guess that's what i get for letting jiji leech onto me, the rat bastard. as for my area of expertise, i took a liking to wartime history and military strategy, as i've always been quite fascinated by our nation's defensive forces, but i really do love learning all sorts of new things. if i could specialize in something new every week, i'm certain i would have."
  

  
  
  
  

  "how is your current relationship with your family? are you expecting to succeed the title? are you even interested in that sort of gig?"

  
  "as it stands, my family fully supports my succession as the first heir, which i am eternally grateful for. devi couldn't have less of an interest in these shoes with how much she values her freedom— my little sister is a lovable little firecracker, after all." a flicker of an endeared smile dances on vaani's lips as she gazes out the window, deep in thought. "i pray her trust does not get broken any more than it already has been by the foolish men that flock around her by the dozen like worthless mosquitoes. she acts tough as nails to the world, but she's rather sensitive when it comes to matters of the heart..." a scoff, and a subtle shake of the head. "guess it runs in the family."
  

  
  
  
  

  "we were all raised on araksavism, of course, but would you consider yourself particularly religious? how favorably do you view the holy temple?"

  
  vaani hums in acknowledgment of the question but takes her time in answering, instead savoring the notes of tea on her tongue as she formulates an appropriate response. "we owe much to the blessing as a people— you'd have to be a fool to not admit as much. the temple, however..." her previous attempt at tact is nowhere to be found once she continues her train of thought. "i cannot say i'm too fond of how they've been operating as of late. lobbying against our research? tch, completely uncalled for and outside of their focus area. a religious institution should stick to prayer circles and housing the needy rather than sticking its nose into governmental affairs, wouldn't you agree?"
  

  
  
  

  "why did you choose to accept lady duyen's invitation? if it was even your choice, i mean... are you nervous at all?"

  
  "oh, totally, you know me," vaani muses before pausing, a slight furrow to her quirked brow. "wait... you're being serious?" she hums in oddly-placed delight, her shimmering irises the only indication of her amusement towards the bizarre question. "isn't it obvious? i mean, how could i possibly miss out on the opportunity to study that ancient relic up close? if it really does possess some sort of holy power, letting it fall into the temple's hands is about as good as chucking it into the yalu. we'll quite literally never see it again knowing how those old fuddy duddies operate, so what choice do i have other than to steal it before that happens?"
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

basics

persona

concept

social

 

[Uxie]

C.

love me

thank you, leave me

S

erpent

req.

full name.

camille elodie chung (鍾玉薇)

a.k.a.

cami, 玉女 (juk6 neoi2)

age.

twenty-three

gender.

cis female (she/her)

sexuality.

bisexual (male lean)

d.o.b.

october 28

role.

citrine

walks like a saint, floats like an angel,
Sharp like a knife under the table

vis.

hair.

naturally wavy hair, pitch black as the night sky down to her mid-back. in most settings, left to fall freely with minimal styling, though never unkempt; for formal functions, always pin-straight.

eyes.

a curiously dark shade of hazel that shows off hues of orange and green only in the sunlight.

build.

cami stands at 175cm (5'9") with a figure that she isn't afraid to show off, best described as lithe and willowy. though she occasionally laments her lack of curves, she has a more-than-sizeable fortune to get something done if she really wanted to.

scent.

a soft blend of iris, violet, and sandalwood.

body mods.

double-pierced earlobes and a helix piercing, though often adorned with simpler jewellery. several tattoos litter her body, including

swirls of ink

over her right thigh, a

spider lily

on her right side-rib, and a

string of jewels

around her left forearm.

faceclaim.

suanbeiii (instagram)

clo.

psy.

alluring

calculating

resentful

hedonistic

quick-witted

independent

camille chung walks with the confidence that she owns the world — this is not so far from the truth.

there is a certain air of power that comes with being raised in a house like citrine, though camille is all-too-aware she seems to be cut from a different cloth than many of her family members. cheerful and outwardly carefree, she enjoys the finer things in life with reckless abandon and her notoriety among the party circles of seimaya might even exceed her reputation within the realm of business.

nevertheless, only a fool would neglect to sharpen their fangs in a pit of snakes; it would be in your best interest to realise, fast that cami's saccharine smile hides a willingness to sink her teeth into your neck — in more ways than one — at any given chance. the things she gets up to would have been a stain on the house's name if not for the meticulousness that she covers her every track and the adeptness with which she wields her influence.

peel back that layer of joviality, and you will find a keenness that proves her absolute belonging to the house; dig a bit deeper, and you will find the morality her father lacks seems absent in her, too, replaced instead by a haughty detachedness.

how could she have turned out any other way?

as much as she embodies her house's greed and ambition, though, those closest to cami know she holds no fondness toward her family. they have offered her none, and she is ill not to reciprocate! it's been drilled into her not to rely on such fragile things as affection and love, the latter of which has always been conditional. in the end, it is money that talks; if the money were to demand she ruin her house, she might not object.

it is what a real citrine would do, after all.

likes.

alcohol, dark chocolate, autumn, driving, shopping

dislikes.

reptiles, complete darkness, cheap pens, olives

fears.

complete loneliness, permanent loss of senses

interests.

painting, card games, stationery

bloodline

ariana grande

ovv.

in the current house of citrine, there is none more suited for the position of heir than camille is. she knows this, she delights in it, because it is a position that lends her so much power she doesn't even know what to do with half of it! whatever in the world could she do with this much influence? this much money?

that's a lie, actually. she knows exactly what to do with it, because she's camille chung!

it is a little-known secret that the house of citrine actually had an heir before her, a rumour that ran through low-end magazines before any mention of it was promptly wiped. completely. the higher houses may remember being introduced to a boy with a mop of messy hair before a girl with her hair pinned neatly back, but they know better than to point it out; if citrine says it never happened, then it didn't.

her brother was six years older, which meant camille was only 10 when he was all but kicked out of the house — only 10 when she became heir apparent. it would've been a tough transition, if she were anyone but herself. fortunately, she's camille chung! always talented, always excellent, and always as clever and ruthless as her father hoped her to be. gabriel didn't have the guts, but she does.

sometimes, she thinks he is lucky to have left. most times, she can imagine no other future for herself.

too far gone, maybe.

she can't remember when she fell into what her grandmother would've certainly called the "wrong type of crowd" if she were still alive. around the time her mother no longer smiled in her direction? or when her father had called her his mirror image? maybe she'd sought freedom, maybe she'd craved connection, maybe she was just sick of pinning her hair back all the time.

her grandmother would've certainly done more about it than her father did! her metamorphosis was slow, calculated, and done with enough discretion that by the time he realised his pretty, perfect daughter had become a version he didn't quite recognise, he could not find enough fault in it. her investments had begun to matter, their vassals now knew her name, and she didn't have a younger sibling for him to throw the position onto.

nonetheless, she keeps him satisfied, to some extent — he believes he has her under control, she convinces him so by pinning her hair up for her public appearances. but if the citrine empire henry chung has cultivated is as expansive as the sky, camille chung is determined to rule the heavens instead.

god, she can't wait to inherit.

itv.

what were your academy days like? did you specialize in anything interesting? make any friends?

❝ nothing particularly riveting, i would say. i hung out with very normal people, although i have to say i've drifted from that group quite a bit. i'm sure my teachers miss me! i was an amazing student — is that surprising? ❞

she laughs, a melodic but empty sound.

❝ no, but i wouldn't go back to visit. for other reasons, i assure you. ❞

how is your current relationship with your family? are you expecting to succeed the title? are you even interested in that sort of gig?

she eyes you, and her lips twist into a bemused smirk.

❝ by all means. my position is common knowledge, is it not? i would say i'm quite well-suited to be heir, and i have no doubt my father agrees, though he might not say it quite so liberally! ❞

we were all raised on araksavism, of course, but would you consider yourself particularly religious? how favourably do you view the holy temple?

❝ ah, well, of course. ❞

she pauses, as if deliberating.

❝ citrine's position on the holy temple is well-documented. personally, however, i'm not as devout as others i know, but i revere the blessing nonetheless. ❞

why did you choose to accept lady duyen's invitation? if it was even your choice, i mean... are you nervous at all?

❝ for fun? ❞

her voice has taken on a teasing lilt.

❝ it was the family's decision, in the end, but i'm not particularly against it. call it a merchant's curiosity towards a legendary relic, yes? ❞

misc.

mbti.

entj-t

alignment.

chaotic neutral

reputation.

while close associates of citrine within the business world know her to be the clever, capable daughter of henry chung, the wider population is more likely to know of her as another of the many rich socialites of seimaya. what few articles published of her don't push the people's opinions either way, and the tabloids know to keep her name out of their headlines. in the high-end party circles, however, camille is known as a generous, blithesome, and somewhat terrifying individual. a must-invite for your events, although her presence is never guaranteed.

the dynamics of the main citrine family are lesser-known; the chungs have no notable scandals of affairs or abuse, but 'loving' or 'close-knit' has rarely been used to describe them.

spoken languages.

english, mandarin, several chinese dialects including cantonese and shanghainese, and french.

love languages.

quality time, gift-giving, physical touch

extra facts.

insane alcohol tolerance — she's only drunk if she wants you to think she is

//

lowkey an insomniac

//

a stationery nerd on the DL, abhors using cheap pens or paper

//

a lover of spicy food

//

dog person. owns a slightly-ugly bichon frisé named bebe

//

good with names, bad with faces

//

drives a sleek, black porsche

//

would probably sell you to one direction

//

never seen without a branded good, probably

//

frequently spotted at le céleste, a luxury department store she bought over a few years ago

rel.

henry chung

father

the patriarch of citrine is known to be a shrewd, ambitious man, though cami has seen firsthand the less noble sides of him. he's expressed, often, how similar cami is to him, and how good of a sign that is for the future of citrine. her outlandishness a mere phase, forcedly short-lived if she does not outgrow it in the next few years, or he shall intervene like he has done countless times before. cami concedes to him on business matters, but to be compared to him leaves a sour taste in her mouth.

elise adrienne ho

mother

a former ballet star from a less notable iolite family who retired after a leg injury. though a great mother in cami's childhood, she has since become reclusive and temperamental. it is impossible not to notice the contempt in her eyes when she looks upon her daughter these days, and they speak in tense superficialities.

gabriel elio chung

older brother

the former heir and present disappointment of citrine — cami thinks they should've named him lucifer instead if they'd wanted him to turn out differently. though gabriel still treats his sister fondly, she usually responds only with snark and indifference, for both his and her sakes. gabriel has blossomed into a fine scholar, and presently conducts his research at the arya academy.

???

fiancé

[prospective] really want an engagement deal thing going on with camille — definitely something arranged when she was much younger, and definitely something she has not bothered to uphold. teasing, maybe a bit of possessiveness. perhaps: aventurine or aquamarine.

???

party people, etc.

[prospective] flings, friends, anyone with a less than stellar record is likely to have rubbed shoulders with her at one point or another. romantic tension or beef? something a little juicy, possibly somewhat one-sided.

???

clientele-ish

[prospective] part of cami's huge influence in younger social circles comes from her imports. the young heiress boasts — and shares, if you're in her good graces — the earliest access to many of the world's latest trends from music to fashion, and if you're at all a follower of popular culture, you've probably asked her to bring something in for you. merchant's privilege!

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[Pepsionne]

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Don't worry, your father is only your father until one of you forgets.

ocean vuong

Heir to Aventurine

Sylvan

full name

Sylvan Kihara

nicknames

Syl

age

21

d.o.b.

March 11th

sexuality

bisexual

Dove (Doll ver.)

antihoney

01.

visage

height

5'7"

weight

130 lbs

hair c.

dark brown, nearly black hair he keeps just about ear length. There is a natural wave to his hair that he decided to stop fighting awhile ago, allowing his natural waves to guide his daily style.

eye c.

An inviting, warm brown accompanied by a spattering of pale freckles across his cheeks and nose

faceclaim

Sakaguchi Kentaro

build

Sylvan has always been on the smaller side among his peers. He has a slender figure that borders along the lines of willowy. He’s tried exercising to build up a layer of muscle, but his body could never keep up with the physical endurance such a feat would require. He’s the shortest of his siblings, even his sisters, standing at a meager 5’7”.

02.

psyche

Sylvan likes to think of himself best during his academy days. Unencumbered by the failings perceived by his family, he was allowed to simply--be. And what he became was someone unafraid to be soft and kind. Sylvan has a way of listening to others that makes them feel all important, the vortex of his brown, concentrated eyes leaving his conversation partner feeling as if they were the only two people in the world. He could extend a level of empathy to anyone, no matter what it was they spoke of, and they could walk away feeling as though they had been truly, honestly heard.

Without hearing Sylvan’s last name, one would think of him as a hard worker who came from a modest family. The power and opportunity at his family’s fingertips were unable to spoil his temperament. He is most often mellow and even tempered, although a bit too soft spoken and easy to roll over. It is easy for someone more manipulative and bull headed to strong arm him into concession, even if it is something he doesn’t necessarily wish to do.

At home, Sylvan exists in constant apology. He is quiet and respectful during dinners, never offering his opinion during family discussions because he knows it won’t be heard, even if he screamed it until his voice was hoarse. He is diligent and obedient when given orders, no matter how unfair they become. He is patient, tenacious. A requirement for living with his siblings for so long. He learned early on that to endure was better than to bite back.

The longer he spends at home though, frustration and rage begin to grow like a parasite within him, squirming under his skin with intrusive thoughts. This pure anger scares Sylvan, leaving him fearful for the day when he finally snaps. Would he be the same after, or would he evolve into someone else? Someone like his father?


— INTERVIEW.

"what were your academy days like? did you specialize in anything interesting? make any friends?"

“My time at the academy served as a refreshing change of pace. At the academy, I wasn’t my father’s son. I wasn’t my siblings’ brother. I bore it in my last name, sure, but the comparison ended there. I was just me. Sylvan. And I was finally good at the right things.”

Sylvan shifted, his slender hands clasping together in his lap. “It was freeing to be able to study the things I wanted, not what was expected of my family. I loved learning of the environment and nature but art and literature--they had a different kind of appeal for me. One that felt truer, I guess.”


"how is your current relationship with your family? are you expecting to succeed the title? are you even interested in that sort of gig?"

Sylvan was quiet for a moment, his eyes becoming sheepish and downcast.

When he finally spoke his voice was quiet, tender. “I am to my family what a scar is to previously unmarred flesh. Something to grieve.”

“You know, despite our new found wealth, my family has a lot of pride in what we used to be. They often attribute this hard work ethic for what allowed us the blessing of our wealth in the first place. What made us valuable in the eyes of our religion. With that work ethic comes a certain standard of--of looks. Of skills. We were a family of hard laborers. The land was our gold and our bodies’ superior ability to work it our blessing.”

Sylvan shifted his gaze upward, dark brow furrowed as he talked. “When I look in the mirror I don’t see any of that. I was born prematurely, so underdeveloped that it’s a miracle I even survived at all. I am too frail for field work, my small frame and muscles buckle under the demands of hard labor. I would’ve been a burden before wealth allowed me comfort. My siblings all see that in me, my father sees that in me. But, funnily enough, out of all my siblings, I look the most like my father.”

He chewed on his lip in thought. “I think that’s why it’s so hard for him. To look at me. I serve as a mirror to him, holding within all the things he refuses to ever be. Weak, unskilled, sensitive. And within me that is what he’s become. And he rejects it.”

Sylvan tilted his head to the side, the ghost of a smile passing over his lips. “That being said, would you expect to inherit a title if you were in my shoes?”


"we were all raised on araksavism, of course, but would you consider yourself particularly religious? how favorably do you view the holy temple?"

“My relationship with araksavism is a personal one. I don’t actively speak of it with others, but it is there. Woven into my blood and filling out the marrow of my bones. Did you know, the Kihara family has a tradition of childbirth within the sika deer territories? We owe our wealth to them and the nature they exist in, so our ancestors have deemed that we belong to them, indebted. I was born in one of the sika deer territories. It exists inside me, through every breath and when I die, I will return to it. That’s as much as I feel comfortable saying aloud.”

"why did you choose to accept lady duyen's invitation? if it was even your choice, i mean... are you nervous at all?"

“I accepted the invitation because I didn’t have a choice. When we received the letter, my family thought it best to leave such a decision to the divine. It’s how we gained our wealth, after all, why not trust it with something as important as this?” He fiddled with his hands as he continued talking. “We went out into the sika deer territory, me and all of my siblings, and we were to sit in separate areas until the forest made its decision known.”

He swallowed hard. “It only took thirty minutes for the forest to decide it was me. I didn’t dare tell them that the Sika deer only swarmed near me because they were accustomed to seeing me. That I cared for their ecosystem often and they felt comfortable around me. It would be questioning the divine, in their eyes.” Sylvan smiled awkwardly. “Of course I’m nervous. My family thinks I’ve been divinely chosen to compete in this and I--I don’t think there was any divinity behind it. Just coincidence.” Sylvan turned his head to the side, mouth set in a straight line. The despair in his father’s eyes when he realized the fate of their house rested on him was a new kind of feeling. The look he had given his son was not one of hope but of--of having already lost it. His father had already begun to grieve the opportunity.

likes

nature, sika deer, early mornings, coffee, sweet foods, aromatic tea, books with beautifully written prose, poetry, the scent of fresh flowers, bird songs in the morning, the deep green of the forest, spring rain

dislikes

being compared to his siblings, politics, destruction of nature, people who prey on the weak, bitter teas, humid days, poorly written literature

fears

Losing himself, seeing the forests he grew up within be destroyed

03.

concept

Diary Entry: | April 2nd

It was early spring, which meant archery practice for the upcoming summer festivals. My siblings wore faces of confidence that day, emboldened further by the memory of golden medals previously hung around thick necks. I stood behind them in line, a forgettable smudge in the traditional clothes that drowned me.

“He’ll grow into them sir, don’t worry,” The seamstress had reassured my father. I didn’t pay attention to the way his brow had pinched in disapproval, seeming as if to say “He shouldn’t have to grow into them. He should have already fit them by now.”

That was years ago. The clothes still drowned me, loose fabric cinched sloppily at the waist by the ties of my pants. My siblings had outgrown their own outfits two, three times in the span that I had remained unchanged in mine. Their thick, muscled forearms gleamed with a golden honey past the short white sleeves of the archery uniform. My arms looked pale and anemic in comparison. I kept my gaze on the targets outside.

Archery, like many of the skills our family valued with pride, was something I struggled to master. I pulled back on the bow, the string taut and giving much more resistance than I had anticipated. My footing wavered at the action, the bow winning in its resistance and throwing me off balance. Snickers sounded behind me, skipping through the air like a smooth pebble over the surface of a lake. I ignored them.

“Easy, Sylvan,” The instructor cooed. “Draw in a breath, allow your core to steady when you pull back the bow”

I could feel the gaze of my father carving into my back as I retook my stance. That was judgment enough already. My muscles screamed as I pulled the string back properly this time, elbow locking to avoid my grip from slipping. The arrow now notched securely within, I took aim and loosed it. It landed in the soft grass several feet in front of the target with a dampened thump, dark soil sprayed upward from the impact.

I could only stare forward, the roaring laughter of my siblings drowning out any sound of criticism or pity from the staff. I was afraid to turn lest I feel the cold disgust descend upon me from my father. But what I imagined was far worse than he would ever allow me. When I turned to retake my place among my siblings, my father's chair was empty. A silent message to me. “You're not even worth the effort of disappointment. You're lesser than that. You're nothing.”

I couldn't decide what would've hit me the hardest, being greeted with the disappointment in his eyes or not being good enough to warrant even the generation of it.

Later that night, my feelings of humiliation had stirred within me an old tale my mother had told of our ancestors. The night before a large harvest, they would paint their bodies in characters of strength, their way of asking the divine to imbue their bodies with the energy needed to complete their tasks. I swallowed hard, remembering the jeering laughs from my siblings at the pathetic display I had put on. So I began painting. The ink was cold against my skin, old characters hard to read in the dim lighting. When I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror, slender body covered in arcs of black brushstrokes.

Anger was dug up from a well deep within me, crackling to the surface. The scream I loosed didn’t sound like it had come from me, but the agony and the rage within it was mine and mine alone. I swung at the can of ink from its place neatly set before me, the can tipping over and splashing a long streak of wet ink against the mirror before clattering off into a corner.

It was humiliating, I was humiliating for even trying such a thing. The inky characters I had painted onto my face became streaked and muddy with tears. What more would I have to do to prove to my father that I was good enough for the family? My eyes landed on the sight of me in the mirror, doubled over on all fours and head hung in shame. I will have to find my own way. I will have to find my own way.

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miscellaneous

hobbies

Writing, art, reading, hiking through nature, visiting the sika deer

misc

Sylvan visits the sika deer territories often. Enough that the deer there recognize him as a non threat, and go about their daily routines as if he was nothing more than another tree. He takes great care to manage their ecosystem and while he refrains from intervening until absolutely necessary, monitors for any injuries or illnesses within the deer population.

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jiraiya

3 Strikes

Terror Jr

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• basics

  
  
  
  
  
  

  NAME

  
  

  wachirawit rattanakosin

  
  
  
  

  AKA

  
  

  “yaya” by his brothers, “jiji” by friends (vaani)

  
  
  
  

  D.O.B.

  
  

  april 19th

  
  
  

  P.O.B

  
  

  seimaya (palace living room)

  
  
  

  ROLE

  
  

  neptunite

  
  
  

  NICKNAME

  
  

  jiraiya

  
  
  

  AGE

  
  

  twenty-one

  
  
  

  SEXUALITY

  
  

  unknown

  
  
  

  GENDER

  
  

  cismale

  
  
  

  TITLE

  
  

  third prince (aka the forgotten child)

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  HAIR: very dark brown that looks a bit lighter in the sun. usually parted to the left a bit but his bangs are parted in the middle to show his forehead and frame his face.
  
  EYES: chocolate brown
  
  HEIGHT: 183cm (6’)
  
  BUILD: since he practically lives in the gym, he’s just. built. sculpted. muscly toned arms, defined chest, chiseled stomach, tapered waist and bite-able quads. feel free to chomp.
  
  MODIFICATIONS: he has both ears pierced and a few tattoos in places easily hidden by clothing (his mother may or may not approve). he has a brushstroke dragon tattooed on his hip, and for his nickname-sake, a lightning strike on his back.
  
  FACECLAIM: tack phongsakorn
  

  
  
  
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  IDENTITY

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  ◆ looks like he has elevator music playing in his head constantly
  ◆ instead of having a rbf, he has a rcf (resting confused face).
  ◆ despite both, he’s actually really smart.
  ◆ spouts out random knowledge that no one asked for or cares about but makes everyone pause and wonder how the hell he knew that.
  ◆ how did he know that? well from being forgotten of course.
  ◆ as the youngest of three, jiraiya has no chance of inheriting the throne.
  ◆ could not care less about the throne, stays out of family affairs.
  ◆ forgotten about as a result and left to his own devices.
  ◆ spent a lot of time in the library reading and learning about whatever he could.
  ◆ taught himself linear algebra and geometry, astronomy, biology and anatomy.
  ◆ can play guitar and piano (self taught) and could probably perform open heart surgery if he wanted to.
  ◆ very good at drawing.
  ◆ a fantastic mediator/middle man.
  ◆ has been known to do a complete personalty 180.
  ◆ goes from his rcf to his tutcl (turn up the charm look).
  ◆ attractive and he knows it so uses it to his advantage.
  ◆ turns on the tutcl and manipulates the fuck out of people to do things for him.
  ◆ "gotta hit em with the 'you want me' whenever there's an awkward pause."
  ◆ enjoys working out, swimming and horseback riding but is also lazy as hell.
  ◆ sarcastic and witty yet a little odd.
  ◆ starts singing randomly (and is actually a good singer).
  ◆ uses his tutcl to bribe his aquamarine connections into getting all of the latest albums and songs on cd’s.
  ◆ doesn’t say much, kind of always there.
  ◆ just some guy.
  ◆ gets along with most people but don’t piss him off.
  ◆ you’ll know if he doesn’t like you.
  ◆ keeps his best friends close.
  
  
  

  traits

  
  + knowledgeable
  + charming
  + humorous
  + observant
  + intuitive
  - cocky
  - manipulative
  - vain
  - lazy
  - impulsive
  
  
  

  likes & dislikes

  
  likes flowers, listening to music, working out, playing guitar, swimming, horses, the friends he's managed to make, coffee, reading, sleeping, peace & quiet.
  dislikes being told what to do, extreme cold, making a decision, coconut, cinnamon candles, bees, super spicy foods, olives, early mornings, rain, hazelnut, mango.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  CONCEPT

  
  
  
  

  "this looks like a no thanks to me"

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  the daily thoughts of 16 year old jiraiya
  a timeline.

  
  7am
  

  fuuuuckkkkk​

  7:08am
  

  was that already an 8 minute snooze?​

  7:08am
  

  should i skip school and sleep? no one will know​

  7:10am
  

  dammit i have to turn that paper in​

  7:13am
  

  why do i look like i was punched in the face?​

  7:20am
  

  okay apparently a shower is all thats needed to not look punched​

  7:21am
  

  damn i look good​

  7:26am
  

  do i have time to eat?​

  7:26am
  

  nope​

  7:27am
  

  note to self dont look in the mirror for so long​

  
  8:09am
  

  yeah i def should have skipped​

  8:11am
  

  we’re doing microbiology again and i finished reading all of my books last year​

  8:11am
  

  maybe i can try to stay awake​

  8:14am
  

  okay nope its prokaryotes aka the boredom inducer​

  8:39am
  

  wait did she just call on me​

  8:40am
  

  ha you thought you were gonna catch me​

  9:01am
  

  and now we’re back to a boring class​

  9:05am
  

  how did that one song go?​

  9:06am
  

  "we can do anything if we put our minds to it, take your whole life then you put a line through it"​

  9:09am
  

  ow what the hell? why did vaani throw a book at me?​

  9:09am
  

  shit did i just sing that aloud?​

  
  11:50am
  

  i thought the morning classes would never end​

  11:54am
  

  hope lunch is good i'm starving​

  11:54am
  

  honestly doesn’t matter if it’s good or not i’ll eat just about anything right now​

  12:17pm
  

  at least history is next followed by animal sciences​

  12:20pm
  

  did i remember to bring my paper on the equine musculoskeletal system?​

  
  
  (no thoughts since he’s actually paying attention in the next 2 classes)
  
  
  3:22pm
  

  should i nap when i get home or go riding?​

  3:24pm
  

  well apparently neither is happening since vaani is following me​

  3:24pm
  

  zenji doesn’t want to bang you!!!​

  3:25pm
  

  wow i wish i could say that but i’ll get beaten within an inch of my life​

  3:26pm
  

  it’ll be a nasty shock when we get to the palace and she discovers neither tui or zenji are home​

  3:26pm
  

  i’m not gonna say anything, let her figure that out on her own​

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  SOCIAL.

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  the king

  jiraiya thinks he's a snake so avoids.

  
  
  

  tui

  in line with temple. doesn't agree with parents but says nothing. a little strange but means well.

  
  
  

  vaani

  his #1 enemy i mean best friend.

  
  
  

  the queen

  an entire bitch. stay far away from her.

  
  
  

  zenji

  edge-lord. speaks up against parents which jiraiya loves. in line with the academy. the brother vaani is in love with.

  
  
  

  a person

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  — “what were your academy days like? did you specialize in anything interesting? make any friends?”

  
  

  
  “boring,” he would’ve left it at that if the interviewer didn’t raise a brow and prompt for more, “i already knew most of what was being taught so i used class mostly as an opportunity to sleep,” a shrug before continuing, “well, i hadn’t read or studied much about animals so i took a lot of veterinary medicine classes along with a handful of music and drama courses.”
  
  — “friends?”
  
  “people were wary, maybe even afraid, of me because of who i was, who i am. yeah, i’m house neptunite, yeah i’m a prince, but i’m the youngest prince and i’m not getting the throne and i don’t care about being royalty. when people realized i wasn’t going to have them beheaded, they warmed up to me, but vaani was and still is my closest friend.”
  
  

  
  
  
  

  — “how is your current relationship with your family? are you expecting to succeed the title? are you even interested in that sort of gig?”

  
  jiraiya snorted loudly at this entire question. my family is a shitshow. “fine, i guess. there’s just a lot going on. there’s constant tension between my parents because one’s aligned with the academy and the other with the temple; my brothers don’t get along with each other but both get along with me; tui is aligned with the temple and therefore is constantly fighting with my dad; zenji beefs with my mother daily because he’s in line with the academy. me though, just call me switzerland.” a brow was raised when he realized he still had to answer the question about the title. “am i
  expected to succeed the throne? didn’t i just answer this? no, i’m not getting the throne; tui is, he’s the oldest. and i don’t want it anyway.”
  
  

  
  
  
  

  — “we were all raised on araksavism, of course, but would you consider yourself particularly religious? how favorably do you view the holy temple?”

  
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  —“why did you choose to accept lady duyen's invitation? if it was even your choice, i mean... are you nervous at all?”

  
  “she probably would rather have had either of
  my brothers attending, but both took one look at the
  invitation and said no thank you, so i was pretty
  much forced to attend,” he shifted in his chair
  when asked about nerves and even went so far as
  to yawn. “do i look nervous?”
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

basics

persona

concept

social

 

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A.

fortuna

crush the king, bury the dream

P

riestess

req.

full name.

lydianna fang (芳雯夭)

a.k.a.

lydia (most), eddie (friends), 夭儿 (father)

age.

twenty-three

sexuality.

pansexual

d.o.b.

january 5

role.

aquamarine

a sacred river runs in my veins
wherever you take me, I'll get home

vis.

hair.

jet-black, almost bluish in hue, varying little in length or style as it hangs slightly below her shoulders.

eyes.

doe-like eyes contrasted with a knowing gaze, colored a shade of obsidian to rival her hair.

build.

a slender figure, with long limbs and a straight back, drawn up as tightly yet gracefully as a ballerina. with a presence even taller than her full height of 5'8", eddie is deceptively toned underneath a willowy build, though you'd never guess by her delicate manners.

body mods.

ear piercings, and

vertical waves

inked from her nape all the way down her back.

faceclaim.

he huixiang

clo.

psy.

stoic

eloquent

perceptive

judgemental

ambitious

jealous

if news broke that the world would end tomorrow, you imagine lydianna fang would just take another slow sip of her fruity cocktail.

just call me eddie, she likes to greet, without the faintest smile gracing her lips. only those closest to her ever really dare — maybe it's because she only keeps the daring ones close. many seek to befriend the heir of aquamarine, often found in a sea of lights and glamour, but few mistake her for the friendly sort once they are leveled with her cutting stare.

venomous with her words but soft-spoken in her delivery, eddie is cold in a way that creeps up on you, like a thin layer of ice spreading across a pond. you are well-advised to tread lightly around her, even if her grace at times looks like graciousness, lest you fall into a bone-chilling depth.

likes.

cats, swimming, beaches, floral perfume, early mornings, late nights, sour cocktails, fresh coffee

dislikes.

pistachios, sharp scents, raising her voice, bad drivers, bad liars, puppet shows, running

fears.

loss of memories, loss of lucidity

fortuna

lexie liu

itv.

what were your academy days like? did you specialize in anything interesting? make any friends?

"the academy? oh, yes, i attended. mostly language classes, since they were the most useful. everything else i needed to know, i was already homeschooled on, but i enjoyed them well enough. and as for friends, well." she crosses her legs. "let's say that everyone i needed to know, i already did, too.

how is your current relationship with your family? are you expecting to succeed the title? are you even interested in that sort of gig?

a quiet stare. "why do you ask? i'm the only successor to my father's name so, of course, i must succeed his title. my interest is besides the point." she leans back into her chair, the picture of dispassion. "they've spoken of adopting a cousin or two, just in case, but my father isn't interested. he's worried about me ever since i took badly to the last time a family member was added. he really doesn't have to be." a hint of a sneer tugs at her lips, fleeting. "they wouldn't matter, anyway."

we were all raised on araksavism, of course, but would you consider yourself particularly religious? how favourably do you view the holy temple?

"i revere the blessing above all, and the holy temple protects it. i hold it at the highest regard. without it, there would be no stopping certain organizations," her tone turns just the slightest bit scathing, "from destroying the peace we have. it's for the good of us all."

why did you choose to accept lady duyen's invitation? if it was even your choice, i mean... are you nervous at all?

"why wouldn't i?" she arcs a brow. "it's an interesting opportunity. both the chance to get our hands on an ancient relic and the chance to meet lady duyen. chalcedony is such a... quiet house, after all. i've never seen the benefits of being nervous for things like these. there's nothing to lose."

cnc.

a girl lies among the reflection of clouds. she is young. a child, or barely older than one. she is dressed in white, dark hair spread around her like a halo, skin pale. the clear water softly ripples with her shallow breaths. it is hard to tell if she is floating or just slowly sinking, surrendered to the lulling waves.

the water takes them away — a woman's gentle voice — and returns them anew.

the sound of men approaches from a distance. a sizeable crowd, a clambering chorus, dissonant and panicked in their cadence. they are calling desperately out for something, only getting more urgent as the seconds tick on. but under the surface, in the all-encompassing peace, they are just faraway echoes. ghostly murmurs.

returns them anew — a strange saying — anew, different, stranger. yet, separate from not returning at all. what is the distinction?

someone calls out, more sharply than the rest. a loud slap of something striking the water's surface. the girl's eyes flutter open. she takes a deep, ill-advised breath. her body tenses, sinking fully underwater as her limbs scramble to find their bearings again; all at once, as if both she and the world were shocked to recall her circumstances.

but as abruptly as she had begun drowning, she is dragged out of the crystalline depths. the world snaps back into view, the hazy blur cleared from her senses. the noise around her seems to explode suddenly in volume, but it doesn't bother her long before her small figure is pulled into an embrace.

"yao'er,"

a deeper voice than the one in her head. in the chaos of the waves and the hysteria ashore, the girl recognizes vaguely that she is being brought back to land.

"yao'er,"

her father, his tone unlike any she'd heard before from him.

"baby, i've got you, it's okay."

blood from the cuts on her hands taints his white shirt. cuts that might have come from her efforts to crawl up the jagged rocks along the shore, yet seemed far too structured in their appearance for such a scene. the man is too caught up in the moment to make either observation.

"she's not there,"

the taste of saltwater is still heavy on her tongue, but her words are too firm for the ramblings of a delirious survivor,

"she's not there anymore, in the water."

his arms tighten around her.

"your mother-"

lived a good life. isn't truly gone. could never be replaced.

"has been returned to the world, lydia, even if we don't see it."

but what's the point of coming back if it wasn't to her? how is it not a loss when it's out of her grasp? what's the use in something she can no longer have?

over her father's shoulder, she glances silently back at the sea.

misc.

mbti.

istj-a

reputation.

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extra facts.

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rel.

michael fang

father

an intelligent man, ruthless in his work but generous to those around him — it's only a shame that he's cursed. or, so they say. he must be, to have had such bad luck in continuing his bloodline. to the head of aquamarine, his only daughter is a gift above all others. his angel, so to speak, though he knows full well that's not quite the word for her. an absent father but a loving one, who generally lets eddie do whatever she wants, mostly out of trust that she's smart enough not to go too far.

justine akibara

mother (deceased)

a commoner, albeit a wealthy one, whose marriage into aquamarine made the headlines. a low-key woman who spent most of her times taking care of her daughter or at the temples, the only time she made headlines after that was when she passed in childbirth, nearly thirteen years later. eddie was old enough when it happened to remember, and old enough now to pretend she doesn't.

maya ramakrishnan

step-mother

eddie likes maya, actually. beautiful, headstrong maya from the fringes of peridot, who isn't afraid to tell her father what she really thinks. what eddie doesn't like is a threat, which is why with every year passing without a new heir for aquamarine, her relationship with her step-mother has eased. the woman believes her step-daughter has simply started to let go of how she showed up barely months after the first wife passed. eddie hasn't corrected her yet.

others

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full name

hana moore

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african american & korean

age

twenty five

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Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you.

taylor swift

heir of iolite

Ying Yue.

full name

Xu Ying Yue

nicknames

Yueyi

age

twenty-two

d.o.b.

july 19th

sexuality

bisexual

the lakes

taylor swift

01.

visage

height

5'4"

weight

101lbs

hair c.

a long and shiny dark brown hair that cascades down her shoulders in soft waves

eye c.

dark brown eyes that can be described as expressive with a warmth and soft gaze that charms even the coldest heart.

faceclaim

zhao lusi

02.

psyche

Xu Ying Yue can be described as a person full of warmth and compassion. Most people in Iolite would say she is like a gentle breeze on a sunny day. Whether she is caring for her loved ones or negotiating an alliance. She approaches each interaction with a sincere desire to make a difference. Beneath her sweet exterior lies a sharp intellect and a strategic mind. Yet, unlike many of her peers, Ying Yue's ambition is not one based on a thirst for power. Instead, she dreams of a future where compassion wins over conflict and where everyone is valued. Her optimism is unbreakable, her goal is to be a beacon of light that guides and inspires those around her in her pursuit of their goals.

vices

stubborn, impatient, naive,

virtues

compassionate, adaptable, resilient, charismatic, empathetic

likes

board games, sunsets, daffodils, vanilla ice cream, strawberries, romance books, writing letters

dislikes

conflicts, being late, insects, small spaces

fears

being a failure, losing loved ones

03.

history

Date: March 14th

Have you ever experienced that feeling when you achieve one of your dreams? Well, today was one of those days where I checked something off of my bucket list. Perhaps to some people it’s not a big deal and for others, it’s the opportunity of a lifetime. Oh! You are wondering what I did? Well, the answer to that is that I was able to write a column for the newspaper.

I knew it wasn’t a groundbreaking piece, but all my efforts were put into those inked words. Of course, I know some people might think I had it easy just for being the heir of Iolite and that this was just a whim of the princess, but the reality it was the opposite I wanted to experience the complete process, meeting up with the deadlines, accepting the critiques and even the rejection of my past works, it was hard and there were moments when I thought about giving up, but deep down I knew I couldn’t do that my desire to make into the publication was greater than the obstacles. If I was going to get published was because of my talent and not because of who I was.

That’s why the moment I held the newspaper of that day and saw my name after the column that I wrote filled me with pride and joy, and I almost started twirling around out of happiness at seeing my dreams come true. The idea of people all over Seimaya reading my column even if it’s out of curiosity or just because they got interested in making me believe that I am on the right path. Today is just a column but the next time I update you about my writing journey I’ll have a complete page! Or who knows, maybe I’ll even have a book!

"what were your academy days like? did you specialize in anything interesting? make any friends?"

"I think most of the time I spent in the academy I was always in the library, reading a book and writing or taking pictures from what was around me as some kind of muse. I guess some people must have thought I was as studious as students from Peridot, but the truth was far from that, they can be the greatest minds of our generation but I bet none of them can write a drama scene like me.

"how is your current relationship with your family? are you expecting to succeed the title? are you even interested in that sort of gig?"

I am not saying we are strained but I guess there have been times when we had a better relationship. Father is always busy with his duties as the head of the house and Mother is always planning the new charity event of Iolite I guess they were expecting I would end up getting interested in those activities but when they started realizing I was marching to the beat of my drum there was a shift, not saying they are completely disappointed or at least that's what I am hoping.

"we were all raised on araksavism, of course, but would you consider yourself particularly religious? how favorably do you view the holy temple?"

I guess in that subject I have always remained neutral, Iolite has always been known for not siding with any faction in that matter, so I was raised with that mindset.

"why did you choose to accept lady duyen's invitation? if it was even your choice, i mean... are you nervous at all?"

As the only daughter I guess you could say I didn't have any other choice, I am not saying I am against it I think it's a great opportunity to meet the heirs of other nations it would probably be a good source for a new column. Although I am not sure if the others would be too thrilled about that. But time will tell.

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connections

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[yokai.]

— dear brutus.

full name

cesara bintha sayed

nicknames

"cesa" (pronounced 'che-za')
"jackal" – often used by supporters of the king, a derogatory way to refer to members of house iolite on account of the rumours surrounding their dealings with the queen

role

heir of iolite, fifth in line

age

twenty-four

gender

cis female (she/her)

sexuality

lesbian

faceclaim

atikah karim

style

height

6'0" (1.83m)

hair

Loose, dark midnight waves, cut just long enough to reach the nape of her neck.

eyes

Glittering, fox-like, and proud. The colour of crystallized honey.

Build

Cesara stands at a slender six feet, towering over most with a lean and toned frame.

dist. features

Everything about the Iolite heiress seems meticulously curated, meant to endear her to the public eye. She prefers to clad herself in dark leathers, precariously-buttoned silk shirts, and pretty rings that leave an ugly cut after a punch. There is an artful purposefulness to every windswept hair on her head, intent behind every freckle left unconcealed. Charming, uncalloused – an unfairly handsome girl often found with a lazy canine's grin curling at the corner of her lips.

body modifications

Several piercings on both ears, which she prefers to adorn with small, simple gold hoops.

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the last dinner party

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i felt like an emperor with a city to burn.

Cesara would describe herself to be, above all,

relentless.

Coming from a once-great house, she is determined to prove herself as Iolite's rightful heir, the only one, in her eyes, who's willing to shake the very earth to restore its former glory. In her heart of hearts, she holds a closely-kept

disdain

for the main branch of her family, having long-since cemented her belief that her pompous, doe-eyed cousins were not meant for politics the way she was born to be. While the current Iolite values sustainability and community, Cesara sees

power

as the true marker of success. It's hard to impress her — she seems to admire ruthlessness and intelligence, so long as you don't surpass or threaten her standing in any way. She covets power enough to fancy herself as a natural leader, despite how often she is inclined to

follow

orders from those who share similar views rather than delegate. Nonetheless, she can be quite adamant about what she wants, and isn't afraid to speak her mind, a charming quality to her

tenaciousness

that almost never fails to claw her way into the most exclusive of social circles.

On some occasions, however, her inability to socially adapt to others causes more harm than benefit. She can be

callous and single-minded

, only considering her own views and having little empathy for others. Emotionally

detached

and rarely feeling intense emotions such as guilt or sadness, Cesara often struggles to feign the basics of empathy, altogether forgoing attempts to seem more approachable and sincere. If her way is the only way, why bother dressing it up? However, anger and disdain come naturally to her as breathing, and it's far too easy to court her

temper.

She has a strong sense of

pride,

and is capable of being impulsive when it's been wounded, driven by the fires of competition and an innate need to prove herself. From afar, most regard her as a lively and eccentric dark horse, steadily climbing up the ranks of Iolite after her recent graduation from the Academy.

Insightful, ambitious, and magnetic

enough to command cavalries, if you can get past the arrogance. However, look a little closer, press a little harder, and you'll find yourself wondering if Cesara is ever truly smiling, or just baring her teeth.

virtues

pragmatic, strong-willed, bold, decisive, ambitious, persuasive

vices

vain, detached, vindictive, arrogant, impulsive, inflexible, lacks critical thinking skills

headcanons

— wasn't really around other children in her formative years so she didn't develop proper social skills until much later
— waits for the other person to stop talking and focuses on what shes going to say next instead of paying attention
— she WILL laugh in ur face during serious situations if she finds it amusing (has no sense of appropriate reaction)
— jumps at the chance to do a heretic ritual every time smth doesn't go her way
— SUPER meticulous about her appearance to the most embarrassing degree
— most traumatizing thing for her so far is having to be surrounded by liberals (other iolites)

fears

irrelevance, vulnerability, being ostracized, the passage of time, mediocrity

interests

gossip, horseback riding, warfare and martial arts, gambling, art collecting, dancing (untrained), drinking contests

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concept

What could be expected of a know-nothing backwoods girl with nothing to her name but a watered down ounce of Iolite blood? Certainly nothing worth the ink to write in any history book, surely. Cesara, however, is determined to etch her name in stone. She refuses to be defined by humble origins, having singed any trace of the small, cowering, soot-faced orphan she once was — she wouldn't trade any of the bloodshed and severed ties, none of it, for the opportunity that sits between her outstretched hands.

Make an enemy of her, and you'll find she has forged herself into a knife that only strikes to cut you open, revealing meaning. Inner workings. Secrets. Truths. Capture her attention, and she'll crown you, herself. Her obsession knows no bounds, but where do her true allegiances lie? Oh, but it is so easy to allow her in. It feels addictive, almost maddening, this devotion laid right at your altar, you can't help but bask in it. Let her carve her way into your being until there is no telling where you end and she begins.

However, false idols, heed this warning: As quickly as she makes herself apart of you, she may just as easily tear herself away and leave you to bleed.

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what were your academy days like? did you specialize in anything interesting? make any friends?

"I studied martial history and graduated with honors, distinction, all of it. I could've made suma cum laude–," Cesara scoffs with barely concealed annoyance. "And trust me, I would've, if the Academy cared about merit rather than lining their pockets."

She regains composure fairly easily, continuing with, "Friends? Hm. Yes, I remember meeting a few like-minded souls. Naturally, we all knew each other as the top students of our respective fields. I wasn't interested in playing nice with the rest of the martial history cohort. We were an exclusive bunch." She smiles, heavy-lidded.

"Apex predators don't tend to mingle with prey, do they?"

how is your current relationship with your family? are you expecting succeed the title? are you even interested in that sort of gig?

"My dear aunt and uncle have been nothing but gracious to me ever since they took me in, all those years ago," she says flippantly, hand poised in a flourish. "Iolite, as a house, has suffered greatly, you know. My parents were nothing more than a footnote in its tragedy, bless their souls. I am forever indebted to my relatives for forgiving past grievances to provide me with a home. My cousins, though... Complicated. Then again, what family isn't?"

"I think I'm definitely capable of succeeding the title, although not many people would really consider me as a viable candidate. A shame, really. They should."

why did you choose to accept lady duyen's invitation? if it was even your choice, i mean... are you nervous at all?

She shakes her head, laughing softly in good humor. "Oh, it's cute that you think I'd be forced into doing anything. I'm a big girl, I'm more than capable of making my own decisions." Cesara's eyes narrow in warning. "You'd do well to not condescend to me again."

we were all raised on araksavism, of course, but would you consider yourself particularly religious? how favourably do you view the holy temple?

"I view the religion as more of a necessary tool," she says with a shrug.

"Speaking frankly, no, I'm not a devout araksavist. But I won't deny the overwhelming sway it has over the common Seimayan's heart, which is an advantage we Iolites cannot afford to ignore. The holy temple seems to know what they're doing, though. Someone has to keep our king in check."

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Teo

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basics

given name —

Mateo Boo.

nickname —

if he isn't being harassed as 'Mattie' by his family, he's being pandered to as 'Teo' by the high and low of Seimaya. Who really needs their birth name anyway?

age —

24.

date of birth —

september 2nd.

gender —

cis-male.

sexuality —

"Surely you have more interesting things to ask."

role —

aventurine.

visage

eyes —

umber. They have a rather tiresome habit of betraying what he feels, like it or not.

hair —

dark as jet and tidy in temperament, needing only an occasional threading through from fingers to fix.

build —

sleek and trim with very little bulk to speak of. Breadth is exclusive to his shoulders, wide enough to be considered mesomorph. His imposing height of 6'2" (~183cm) allows him to wade through crowds with ease; its sole benefit, he'd say.

body mods —

triple silver studs in the left ear and an industrial on the right. Boa

tattoo

trailing from right wrist to shoulder and chest.

faceclaim —

Lee Jae-Wook.

persona

Derisive to mild-mannered, unforgiving to amiable; Teo shares all the consistency of a devil's advocate and none of the restraint.

The heir is least at home where most of his relatives live most easily: caught in the grip of clan politics where silver-tongues and morality the shade of grey thrives. If there ever were a worst side to him, it can be seen here, where his words cut deep as ridged steel and abrasiveness becomes second nature. He's witnessed the betrayals, the backstabbing, the way words are shaped like blown glass to fit whatever mold the ignorant currently need—none of it impresses.

So where might his best be?

Honestly, the Aventurines flaunt Teo so often that it may seem like he has no 'best' at all. Perhaps those parts of him belong to a curious, quiet boy of the past, before his family began to reach for society's peak. Or, perhaps, the truth of him can be seen when he's at his most free; times spent with the few he might call friends, or amidst the more wild-spirited denizens and dives of Seimaya, or even when (miraculously) he finds a brief opportunity to be alone. These fleeting moments allow glimpses at a sort of martyred mischief and a heart softer than it might seem.

Or so the rumors say.

likes —

cold weather, sketching, mint, morning dew, cooking, people-watching, sass, fixing up absolute disasters.

dislikes —

over-sweet anything, the heat, wasps, black licorice, being rushed, dull conversations, repeating himself.

fears —

loss of purpose, ending up as a pawn for 'the family.'

ambition —

Teo would hate it if his ambitions were told for free; he prefers a balance of give and take.

"Besides, is it ever any fun handing parts of you away?"

vices —

- demanding
- perfectionistic
- iconoclast
- moody

virtues —

- resourceful
- temperate
- open-minded
- insightful

interview

what were your academy days like? did you specialize in anything interesting? make any friends?

"Predictable, behavioral psychology, and I tried not to."

There was a pause from the interviewer, then an insistent gesture as if to say, "Care to elaborate?" Teo let one brow rise.

"Would you like to say 'please?'"

Next question it was, then.


how is your current relationship with your family? are you expecting to succeed the title? are you even interested in that sort of gig?

These sorts of things always rounded back to family. It was no different for any of the other clans, he was sure, but dear lord did it grow dull quick.

"Oh, you know, 'every family has its troubles but we make it work' and all that."

Teo was less forthcoming when it came to discussion of succession. He shifted in his seat, considering his words carefully; best not to irk Ma while she was busy, and this week saw her in talks with the head of Iolite.

"If I may keep this brief: sure am. Whether or not I'm interested doesn't seem to matter, does it?"

we were all raised on araksavism, of course, but would you consider yourself particularly religious? how favorably do you view the holy temple?

"Honestly, I just find it odd that we so deeply idolize a thing which isn't fully understood."

Any further and he might veer into unintentional heresy. That wouldn't just anger mother, but most of the family.

An amusing thought.

"The temple has its uses, same as the academy. No need to place importance of one over the other, far as I'm concerned."

why did you choose to accept lady duyen's invitation? if it was even your choice, i mean... are you nervous at all?

Of all the things he'd been unable to decide for himself, the acceptance of Lady Duyen's invitation was not of them. Teo's brother, sister, and a number of his cousins all petitioned to go in his stead. In the end, Ma hadn't forced him to accept at all. Maybe that was why he agreed to go.

Or maybe his family's grasp was so tight around his neck that it only took implication to coax him.

"...hm. I'll just say that I'm far more curious than nervous. I mean, a chosen member from each clan? Lady Duyen has something up her sleeve."

concept

somewhere pleasant,
sometime sweeter —

"Are you even listening to me?"

Teo knew that to say 'no' would invite a slap, and yet the word teased at the tip of his tongue; of the many times her touch had seen his skin, it'd never done so with anything resembling malice. Did he want to find out what it felt like now? What better place than here, in the middle of the park where they first met, a place meant for clandestine meeting time and time again? He'd been told how a lover's quarrel might bring out a certain bitterness, but he never expected so much of it in her.

Or himself, for that matter.

"Two months, Mateo," Lena repeated. Hearing it nearly made him flinch—these days, his name most often came as a whisper when they were sure to be alone, and never with such bite. "Not a word, not a letter, not a single reason why. Your family said you were busying yourself around town each time I came to visit. Imagine my surprise when I find you here, clearly busy as a fucking bee."

The bench he lounged on suddenly felt far less comfortable.

"If it makes you feel better, I have missed you."

She barked one of those light, airy, scornful little laughs of hers. Over two months without it—what was he thinking?

"Missed me so much that you were going to... what, let me walk right by?"

"Well, I did consider wavin—"

Then the slap came. She'd been standing well out of arm's reach before it happened, but damn did she close that distance fast, and damn did it sting well beyond his face. His head snapped to one side with the force of it, the shades once sitting loose upon the bridge of his nose falling in a clumsy clatter to his lap. Still, he did not move, arms knit tight across his chest, one leg draped lazily over the opposite knee. And still, he did not turn his eyes to her. Why bother looking when he knew accusation was waiting there?

"Want to tell me what the hell has gotten into you?"

Oh, did he. Instead, he met her demand with silence for a little too long.

"...no? Nothing?"

Nothing,

he did not say.

The fire had begun to leak from her voice; a poor sign, as fire was what he'd come to know her for if nothing else. He could have said something—anything—which might douse the flame of their burning bridge, yet he remained silent and unmoved until he heard a scoff, then the resonant tap, tap, tap of fading footsteps. Only then did he look at her, and only then did he see a year's worth of quiet and unquiet nights, of tenderness and taunts exchanged, of an entire future promised—it was walking steadily away.

How?

How could he tell her that after a slip of the tongue from father, he discovered Lena first came to him on orders from mother, who promised her family wealth and secure ties to an oh-so-noble clan? How could he explain the onset of spite which led him into a petty, frigid silence, just to prove his future would not be chosen by a family claiming to know what's best for him? How could he tell her that it felt like the one thing with any sort of authenticity to it, turbulent as they'd been together, had been ripped right out of his hands?

With a slow exhale, Teo touched the side of his swiftly reddening jaw. If he'd proven anything today, it was that somewhere along the way, or at least by the end, Lena's obligation and his own ignorance had fostered something close to care. The irony of it had his mouth curling into an amused smile, thin and sharp as a scalpel, and he directed that smile at a journalist snapping his picture nearby.

At least the socialites would have something talk about tonight.

misc.

relationships —

ideas
ma: head of house, altruistic at heart, loyal to most traditions, serves the family above all (except religion), controlling

"pa": househusband, tries his best to be supportive, big ol teddy bear, def does not wear the pants in the relationship

half-sis: social butterfly, hella smart, sarcastic af, doesn't take a single thing in life seriously, Mateo's debate partner

half-bro: relaxed, bold & brave, lazy but loyal, mild frat vibes, "haha where's my hug at?"

"bo-bo": mother's right hand man, Teo's close friend

other: childhood friend/acquaintance from the cast, a rival/enemy/frienemy

tidbits —

- ambidextrous (until it comes to writing)
- known to stare
- names come easily but faces are fuzzy
- voted most likely to say "told you so"
- jaw clenches when he's angry, which is rare
- head tilts to one side when he's curious, which is often
- has a ton of cousins

mbti/ennea —

ni-fe-ti-se
type 154