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One x One 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖟 — the dancers.

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isolde anemonas



i hear your sorrowful voice beckon; softly, gently.














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name



isolde "isa" kleio anemonas







age



twenty-se— twenty-one







birth season



autumn







occupation



magic researcher







specialty



runic/symbol magic, magical plants

































visage










height



1.67m







vocals



smooth and silvery; isa speaks gently but eloquently, with a soothing tone that is most suited for lullabies or bedtime stories.







scent



a blend of lavender and jasmine, with a hint of something vanilla-esque— reminiscent of libraries.







appearance



isolde is not quite a master of etiquette, but seems blessed with natural grace; a slender silhouette moves with careful elegance, and though she's not particularly eye-catching, a vague memory of her umber tresses and wide eyes might remain after just a few meetings. on closer inspection, it becomes evident isa is quite beautiful, though it's often remarked she would be prettier if she seemed more approachable.







faceclaim



go younjung



















it's often you see the young lady of anemonas sitting alone at parties. an embodiment of galatea; an unapproachably stoic figure, despite her beauty, and her unchanging expression wards off most who try to speak to her. of course, though a response always comes to mind, she deems it better to say nothing than make a fool of herself, lest her expectations are off. the only option within her means.

maybe isa is overthinking it. she's always had a habit of doing so, but she is an academic, after all— what else could she do besides think?

write, she supposes.

embarrassingly, isa has spent so much of her life buried in books that she isn't quite sure how to express the rest of her personality anymore. kind-hearted and gentle at the core, but with smiles unwittingly reserved only for family. a fantastically organised girl, but so easily nervous when things do not go as predicted, and isa has come to realise humans are inherently unpredictable; their hidden intentions and petty trickery are always as difficult to decipher as the most complex of runes, and it is through countless studies that she has determined the most optimal strategy is simply to not engage.

in truth, beneath the resigned aloofness is the slightest sadness in having been confined to a different world. a self-imposed confinement, but a lonely one nonetheless, as is customary for those who walk such a different path— the only magic-wielder in her family, a noble lady who pursued a scholarly path, and now, one who knows far more than she should... it is a heavy weight to bear, and she fears she will crumble beneath it.

but a fear is just a fear, even if it looms over her with oppressive omen. so she fills her notebooks with pages and pages of plans and memories until she understands; it is the only option within her means.








































if i see you again



oh yeon jeon












miscellaneous










fun facts



ʚɞ a big fan of libraries, and books in general
ʚɞ writes very quickly; the resulting scrawl is equal parts elegant and incomprehensible
ʚɞ but has a neater, snails-pace version she uses for prickly professors
ʚɞ ambidextrous, with the left coming to use only when multi-tasking
ʚɞ over-reliant on coffee
ʚɞ but has a sweet tooth, so she drinks mocha coffees most often
ʚɞ loves catching sunrises
ʚɞ waking up early, preferably, but seeing it after an all-nighter is like a little reward







connections



adele nadya anemonas — sole heir of the anemonas duchy, and isolde's older sister. three years older than her, adele has always been talented with the sword and was one of the outstanding few who were knighted before they turned twenty. the two sisters have always been close, and she had once upon a time insisted isolde be elected as the successor, much to the younger's chagrin. adele was one of the first victims of the tyrant's paranoia-induced rampage, with her company ambushed by his forces while on a monster-subjugating run. her sister's death was blamed on the monsters.

cecily sofia valha — second princess of the empire, and a beloved, clever soul. cecily is isolde's sole remaining friend from her time at the academy, and one of the few non-family with whom she can hold a genuine conversation. within the academy, cecily was known for a particularly bright mind and a talent in politics that led to commendable performances within aristocratic circles but nothing else. although the princess held good favour with both the people and her father, cecily was still condemned to the same fate of so many with similar stature — shipped off as a marriage offering to a foreign land. cecily fell off the castle's tallest tower in her second year of marriage, and isolde regrets having not been able to attend her funeral.

ruvyn morxi — the slated successor of the magic tower, and isolde's closest friend in the past year before her death. the two entered the magic tower at similar times, although isolde was a newcomer while ruvyn was returning from his studies. he was extremely proficient at magic, but sported a cheeky, mischievous streak at the vexation of his elders. he supported her unconditionally through her research and was an important confidant through the deaths of her loved ones. ruvyn's fate is unknown, but isolde is confident the magic tower would've protected him from a similar end.















♡coded by uxie♡

 
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  • about

    Iros
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    01
    name
    Siros Atticus Valha
    02
    age
    Twenty-four
    03
    gender
    male
    Oh, flying birds, flutter away into the night sky.
    height
    189cm
    weight
    84kg
    vocals
    raspy
    scent
    jasmine with a tinge of minty bitterness
    visuals
    a lean muscular figure once adorned by an ivory tint turned into that of a sickly pallor. with criss-crossed lines embellishing his coarse palms, he carries many battle scars which speak of his rambunctious youth. inky strands of darkness fall past his nape with uneven ends; a proof of the frequent snips by a sharp object. his amber-brown orbs that reflect light are usually compared to that of a predator waiting for its prey, a huge deterrence to approaching strangers. siros is often seen wearing a black choker with two metal feathers attached.
    faceclaim
    hu yitian
about psyche history misc
© reveriee
 
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