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Fantasy 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 — THE CAST

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I HAVE NEVER KNOWN A FIELD AS WILD AS YOUR HEART



— DOSSIER

FULL NAME: dianthe reed
AGE: 21 years old
GENDER: cisfemale
SEXUALITY: demisexual
PLACE OF BIRTH: the canals
STATUS: outcast

— VISAGE
PHYSICALITY: a striking blend of delicate fragility and undeniable strength, the young woman stands with a grace that seemed to belong to a creature of the wild, her body both slender and powerful. petite in stature yet radiating an unspoken presence, her form was all long legs and fluid curves that seemed to flow seamlessly from one to the next, like the smooth bend of a river carving its path through the earth. Her movements are light, reminiscent of a bird’s effortless flight, a quiet elegance in everything she does. yet there was a certain vulnerability that lingered in her aura, a softness that beckoned a desire to protect, to shelter her from the harshness of the world.

beneath the flowing, vibrant garments she favored—gowns that billowed like clouds in the wind—lay a body built from years of labor and hidden strength. her muscles, firm and defined, told stories of days spent hauling heavy reed and wood, of climbing trees that stretched far into the sky, their branches seeming to touch the heavens themselves. the same muscles, though, had been cultivated in the secretive, moonlit dances that had become her refuge, movements fluid and free, untamed and uninhibited by the watchful eyes of her family. it is a body crafted through hardship and joy, through strength born of both labor and freedom, capable of great endurance, yet carrying a grace that betrayed its foundation.

HAIR: years have been spent in vain attempts to control her unruly curls, each strand stubbornly bouncing back when tugged or pulled, never yielding to the call of a brush or comb. the locks fall in loose, spiraling curls that frame her face, rich and thick, dark brown that gleamed almost black in the shade. it seems to possess a life of its own, as though every strand knew its purpose in the world and would never allow itself to be confined. when caught in the sunlight, the brown revealed its true depth—a warm, chestnut hue that danced with the light, revealing the myriad of colors hidden within. she adorned it with wildflowers—lillies, lavender, or whatever blooms caught her attention in the moment. the flowers were not mere adornments, but reflections of her own spirit, untamed and free, always in bloom, always alive. her hair was a declaration of who she was: unrestrained, beautiful in its chaos, and fiercely proud of its natural form.

EYES: deep brown like soil soaked by a gentle spring rain, hold the mysteries of a world few had ever glimpsed. large and expressive, they carry an innocence that seemed to belong to someone untouched by the weight of the world. the wide, doe-like shape suggest a purity of spirit, a youthfulness that drew people in, made them want to protect. but those who look long enough will notice the flicker of something else—a glimmer of mischief, a spark of rebellion that stirred in the depths. beneath the surface of the wide-eyed innocence, there was a knowing, a slyness that hinted at secrets kept and schemes yet to be unfurled. her gaze is not just youthful; it is calculating, sharp, always observing. it is the look of someone who has learned to read the world through more than just appearances, someone who understood that innocence could be a mask, hiding the fire that burned beneath.

SKIN: a rich, vibrant shade of dark brown, gleaming with a warmth that speaks of the sun’s tender embrace. it is the color of earth that had been kissed by the rain, of bark on ancient trees that have stood the test of time. her mother often spoke of it as though the very browns of the forest had come together to shape her, to give her this deep, resonant hue. It is skin that seems to glow with life, a living testament to her heritage, her connection to the land that had nurtured her. is it skin that reflects both strength and beauty, like the earth itself—resilient, timeless, and filled with an untold depth. there is an undeniable vitality to it, a glow that emanates from within, as though the essence of the forest itself has taken root in her very being, making her as enduring and elemental as the trees that tower over the world. her skin was not just a physical feature; it was a symbol of her connection to the land, her people, and the heritage that ran as deep as the roots of the oldest oak.


— PERSONA

IN DETAIL: dianthe reed moves through life like a shadow in twilight, an ephemeral presence that lingers just beyond reach. She is the fleeting glimpse of wild, untamed curls and the sound of splashing water people whisper that something about dianthe is… askew. she seems to have the nature commonly seen in the canals. her sweet smile, though warm and inviting, stretches just a little too wide, and eyes, some claim, seem to take on a dark glint from time to time.

she carries an otherworldly air that pricks at the edges of perception, sending shivers across the skin and raising questions no one dares to ask aloud. whispers trail behind her like specters, brushing against her ears, but dianthe pays them no mind. she neither confirms nor denies the tales spun in her wake, guarding her truths with a quiet, resolute distance. to know dianthe is to peer through a foggy window; one can glimpse her outline, but the details remain maddeningly obscured. alone, yet never lonely, she drifts through the world with the serene confidence of someone who belongs only to herself.

gentleness, she has learned, often invites predators. the world misinterprets kindness as weakness and emotions as liabilities to be discarded. dianthe has encountered such mistaken souls, who view her calm demeanor as an invitation to dominate. they learn, too late, how profoundly they have underestimated her. for beneath her serene exterior lies a darkness inherited and honed. like the anglerfish, her luminous charm draws others close—close enough to reveal the sharp edges hidden beneath. her wide smile and rosy cheeks may fool the unwary, but lurking within is a creature they dare not provoke.

dianthe is no stranger to the weight of knowledge, nor the responsibility it carries. raised in a tight-knit, spiritual community along the rivers of the canals, she grew up steeped in a reverence for the magic of her heritage and the wisdom of those who came before. her respect for the traditions that shaped her is matched only by her thirst for mastery. a diligent and devoted practitioner, she has spent years studying under the careful guidance of mentors, transforming raw potential into refined skill. her love of riddles and folklore colors her speech, often leaving listeners puzzled yet intrigued. Beneath her enigmatic words lies a keen intellect and a wisdom far beyond her years—a beacon to those who seek her guidance, though she offers it sparingly.

dianthe reed is a paradox: an ethereal enigma, a gentle soul with steel beneath her skin, a seeker of knowledge who guards her secrets fiercely. to those who observe her from afar, she is a mystery. To those who come too close, she is a revelation—one they may not survive to share.


LIKES: sunbathing, creating clothing, dancing, sweets, gardening, beautiful & flowy fabric, reptiles, floral perfumes, children, old people
DISLIKES: pirates & strangers, bullies & bigots, surprises

STRENGTHS:
WEAKNESSES:

FEARS:

— MISC

REPUTATION:

REASON FOR PASSAGE: dianthe

FACTION: none

ROYALTY: dianthe has never come into contact with royalty before, so she has no opinion on them personally. however, she is well aware of how they view her and her people, so she matches the energy tenfold.

PIRACY:


— HISTORY



DIANTHE.
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  • looking for affection



    in all the wrong places.
    and we'll keep falling on each other
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The Prisoner















full name

Varsienne "Vars" Ludovico






Alias

Vannic Bloodeye
Formerly: "Hey, you"/"Oi, cabin boy," Ludo






Age

24






Role

The Prisoner






Place of Birth

Kestyr






Faction

Carmine Corsairs






Status

Low society // Outcast


















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Face-claim

Willy Cartier






Height

6'0






Eye and Hair Color

Nearly perfect in their resemblance to obsidian, Varsienne's eyes seem inclined to reflect all light rather than betray any deeper variation in hue. His hair is just as dark and drapes down to his chest in wind-spun waves or carefully combed strands of silk.






Build

Varsienne bears every mark of a life-long pirate: tattoos appear to be scattered artfully between freckles, while scars litter his entire body with less intention but far more pride.
He is relatively muscular and carries himself like a man who is prepared and able to fight, yet he cannot seem to alter the way his stride has the swagger of someone constantly guessing where the surface beneath his feet might appear next.






Distinguishing Features

Varsienne's hands are rough, his left cheek sports a thin, long scar, and his gaze is shrewd, despite his easy-going manner: the practiced subtlety of his expressions can leave the wary observer with some apprehension about just how dangerous it would be to turn their back toward him.
Three piercings adorn his left ear, and he cycles through a seemingly endless supply of earrings to accent the skeletal snake tattoo that wraps up his right arm and crosses his collarbone, in a way that is almost always visible beneath his low-cut shirts.
While he has too many tattoos to count at this point, his personal favorites are the demon tattoo on his left hand, the moth circle on his left shoulder, the octopus on his ankle, and the ship (modeled after the first ship that took him in, The Harbinger) that spans the entirety of his right rib cage.
Of course, he also has a secret soft-spot for the little colored bumblebee on his hip and a snarling dog on his thigh.


































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"What are you gonna do, stab me?"



Surviving life in the Carmine Corsairs as a child and still ending up with a measure of sanity probably says more about the woman and crew who raised him than it does about Varsienne himself.
He tends to be un-apologetically aggressive, stubborn, and petty, and doesn't have the maturity to handle most situations without one or all of those flaws flaring up. In fairness, he did manage to develop some self-awareness as he grew up, but his urge to keep up the appearance of strength at all costs means that he struggles to take criticism from anyone who lacks his complete respect and loyalty.
His loyalty is something of a problem in itself, given that its target is an entire order of ruthless pirates and he is stubbornly, inescapably willing to justify every atrocity they commit. There are few lines he isn't willing to cross, and that number dwindles even further if there's another Corsair nearby who will tell him what to do.
As long as he has a crew by his side and a red flag over his head, he is almost entirely satisfied with his life: and if the side effect of being a pirate is getting to drink, fight, and get shiny objects, he won't sneer at that either.

Fortunately, he does have a few slightly better traits that helped to spare him from getting stabbed in the back or pushed overboard many years ago. While he never technically got an education, he is fairly intelligent, cunning, and adaptable, and found success in learning whatever tasks no one else could or wanted to do. He likes the thrill of a fight and the satisfaction of crafting things, but at his core, Varsienne enjoys being useful to his crew and the Carmine Corsairs more than anything else. If he has to strategize, manipulate, sneak, steal, write, or murder, he'll do it eagerly. And, of course, there's always a little time to spare afterward for basking in comradery with his fellow pirates.

Despite Varsienne's skill in manipulating and threatening people to get what he wants, he won't generally notice when similar under-handed tricks are being used against him until it's too late. At best, he'll manage to land on a vague notion that he isn't the smartest person in the room, but then he just resigns himself to the assumption that sticking to his previous plan will work out anyway, and somehow won't get him killed. He is also perpetually willing to fall back on his ability to annoy people to get his own way, and may occasionally do that just for fun, if he thinks he can get away with it.
The whole world is a playground, and he approaches it day by day, trying to drag out the enjoyable moments for as long as possible, while gritting his teeth through the misery, if that's what it takes to gain respect among the Carmine Corsairs.


Habits

- Braids his hair when he's anticipating a fight or if he's just feeling anxious (speed record: fully braided his hair in sub-30 secs, still trying to get faster at it)
- His most charming, innocent smile is reserved for when he is specifically at the peak of deviousness. If he hasn't smiled in a while, he's probably just genuinely having a nice time (or is really quite tired)
- Typically, he tries to make sure everyone at a party is participating and having fun, then he likes to sit back and watch the festivities from a comfy spot
- Used to wear a metal cuff bracelet on his left wrist almost constantly: it was confiscated when he was imprisoned, so he tends to subconsciously hold his left wrist with his right hand, since it feels weird not to have something there



Strengths

- Can and will fight with any weapon available to him including teeth, but is especially skilled with dual cutlasses and a long knife
- Learns hands-on tasks fairly quickly and is in good physical shape (especially good at climbing, agility, parkour-esque stunts)
- Generally pretty cunning, Varsienne has an extensive arsenal of sly tricks that he will use without hesitation to get his way (sometimes even non-violently, if he must)
- Incredibly loyal to his crew and faction, for better and worse. That tendency also bleeds somewhat into his approach to striking deals with people, and he will (usually) only go back on his word as a last resort



Weaknesses

- Blind loyalty to the Carmine Corsairs, including but not limited to following any orders he gets from another member of the Carmine Corsairs
- Has a pretty short fuse, but will just waste most of that energy being petty and snarky if he can't do violence
- Extremely distrustful of people who do things without expecting something in return
- Does not typically consider "please" or "thanks" to be valid options, unless it gets him what he wants or he's feeling inspired to be generous
- Not very discerning: he will take literally any option that looks like the easiest way out and doesn't usually bother to alter a plan until it has gone past the point of being salvageable



Reputation

Varsienne doesn't have much of a reputation of his own, but flying under the crimson flag of the Carmine Corsairs certainly brings some notoriety, and he isn't shy about his affiliation with that faction.
- He's never been caught or specifically identified by the King's men, but the name Vannic Bloodeye may ring some alarms for people who live in range of a pillaging ship. The rumors surrounding that pseudonym run rampant, with allusions to everything from collecting the eyes of his victims to putting his own blood on a rag and leaving it as a calling card.
- The name Vars would be fairly well-known within the Carmine Corsairs, since he has spent a lot of time with The Harbinger and The Reaper, both of which have fairly impressive track records with collecting large hauls and fighting in the Baron's name.



Opinion toward Royalty

Surprisingly ambivalent, Varsienne tends to think of nobility as something between prey and rivals.
It sure is useful how they collect money and riches, then leave it vulnerable to theft and pillaging.
On the other hand, it's a little less convenient that they hold so much power in the "civilized world," and of course, he doesn't appreciate their attitude toward piracy.



Opinion toward Piracy

Mostly positive, of course. He thinks independent pirate crews are a little obnoxious, but he certainly isn't going to judge anyone for partaking in a cheeky bit of villainy.















likes


Fighting, especially at sea,
having and/or stealing fancy things (even better if he gets to share with friends)
partying all night then watching the sunrise,
watching other people play card games, sing, or do a dance-off








dislikes


When someone takes forever to get to the point,
being alone for more than 3 hours,
writing and trying to draw maps,
cowards and traitors who prioritize themselves over the crew,
people who insist on being boring,
being the center of attention (unless it's during battle/sparring)








Fears


Abandonment (especially if it's because he accidentally showed weakness), prolonged isolation, big fires, spiders, anyone who uses a mace in a fight








Hobbies


Varsienne is pretty good at some of the repair work that comes with being on a ship long-term, especially mending canvas and weaving ropes. Sometimes he'll do it just to keep his hands busy, but wouldn't claim to enjoy it (bit of a liar)
He's a pretty good singer, but doesn't really like singing unless it's a group thing
Plays the fiddle very badly, thinks it's funny, and will do it at every opportunity
Natural talent for piano, but similar to singing, he'll only play when accompanied by other instruments or if he's alone
Can do some leather work, secretly wants to get better at it, but knows it isn't as useful as sewing








Headcannons


- Easily entertained by riling others up, he likes to remind people of embarrassing things they've done around him. If he claims to have a grudge, though, he's probably lying (sees grudges as a waste of energy, unless he happens to already dislike whoever offended him)
- Almost incapable of talking directly about emotions unless he's being sarcastic, insulting someone, or using convoluted metaphors (until he gets too frustrated and gives up)
- Shows affection through little shit behavior
- Also displays dislike through little shit behavior
- His name was crowd-sourced from The Harbinger's crew when he was around 6 and had started to rebel against being called "hey, you" and "cabin boy." Captain Farley gave him the name Ludovico in honor of her brother, who she had replaced as captain, and she used the nickname "Ludo" whenever the crew wasn't around to hear.
- When he transferred to The Reaper, he almost exclusively went by "Vars," until the crew half-teasingly came up with the pseudonym "Vannic Bloodeye," after a particularly memorable raid.

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A Moment of Pity



Content warning: vague mentions of death and piracy

There are times in a person's life where they have no choice but to rely on the sympathy of others.
Childhood is a prime time for such inescapable occurrences, given that ego has not yet fully accepted its role in producing and avoiding shame.

The early events of Varsienne's life are just a series of facts he carries with him, rather ambivalently.
He was born to merchant parents from Kestyr and eventually, unavoidably, borne out to sea on a risky trade route, where the young family was subsequently attacked by a pirate ship under the flag of the Carmine Corsairs, captained by one Farley Adams.

When Captain Farley first boarded the stately merchant vessel, she did what any pirate usually does and enjoyed doing it, until her second mate came to her with news of a toddler, sobbing and alone in a below-deck cabin.
Finding herself at a line she couldn't cross, Farley ordered the infant to be retrieved and taken back to her ship, The Harbinger, before the merchant vessel was set ablaze and left to ferry the remainder of its passengers to the dark, cold seabed.

Varsienne was never under any illusions about where he came from or what happened to his parents, but Captain Farley was a fair leader who had a natural ability to inspire loyalty in all her crew members - even without the leverage of violence that was so commonly employed aboard other Corsair ships.
Without any motivation to rebel against his new caretakers, Varsienne became devoted to Captain Farley, the Carmine flag, and especially to the Harbinger's crew itself. By the time that very crew was almost sick of collective parenting, Varsienne was old enough to begin earning his keep as a cabin boy: a role for which he was more than eager to prove his worth.








The Folly of Youth



Content warning: continuing piracy and bad parenting

Sympathy, however, cannot last forever, when the way of things is all sharp edge, lit torch, gushing blood, and profit. Just when Varsienne was starting to wear out his welcome on the Harbinger again, unbeknownst to him, Captain Farley arranged for him to get transferred to a position on The Reaper.
There, she decided, Varsienne would have a better chance to be seen and treated as an equal, to toughen up and earn his place as a third mate among a Corsair crew.
...unlike on her ship, where every raid was beginning to test Farley's patience, scratching her nerves raw with the worry that his body would be the one dragged back to the ship for a burial at sea, that his screams would be the ones piercing the night, that her boy...no, that wouldn't do.

At sixteen years old, it was far past time for Varsienne to move on and find his own way.
It was far past time for Captain Farley to whip her remaining crew members back into shape and snap them all out of that dangerous, downward slope of caring for a child. It only led to weakness.

Captain Farley was many things, but she was not weak.








Things Never Really Change



Content warning: continuing piracy

Varsienne was easily sold on the idea of moving to the Reaper and becoming one of the youngest third mates to serve on one of the Red Baron's more prolific vessels.
It was only natural that he should miss the Harbinger's captain and crew, but there was nothing like the busy life of piracy to distract him from that ache.

Anyway, Farley's secretive suspicion had been right: Varsienne excelled at earning the trust and respect of his crewmates, even on the Reaper, where harsh words and violent ways stuck like branches in the wheels of every interaction the young boy encountered.
His enthusiasm and ambition were unshakable, and that helped him to earn the admiration of the Reaper's younger crew members: meanwhile, it was mostly his confident use of insults and the quick swing of his blades that made him likeable enough for Captain Connifer Sam's standards.

Varsienne grew up quickly, in blood and murder and theft, and he wasn't the sort of person who felt the need to look back at where he came from.
Though his ears always perked up at each mention of The Harbinger's name - always some tale of another big score or an epic battle - years passed, and he finally earned his place as First Mate by Captain Connifer's side.

Oh, but piracy is a dangerous way of life, to be sure.
And Varsienne was just the sort of person who would let his ambition and loyalty burn his own hand to the bone before he would be content to release the flame of opportunity.


















Former Captain





Farley Adams

Captain of a Corsair ship named The Harbinger, Farley Adams was a pseudo-parental figure to Varsienne when he was young, and she helped to ensure he got a good position on The Reaper.
He still remembers her fondly, but doesn't know that she was the reason he was transferred off the Harbinger. He also doesn't know that she's planning to leave the Corsairs...









His Captain





Connifer Sam

Varsienne worked hard to earn the trust of Connifer Sam, Captain of the Reaper, when he was first put under his command. Fortunately, it seemed to pay off, and he's grown to admire his Captain slightly more than he fears him, which is good enough for him to think fondly of the man.
Would be sad to...watch him die...













Why did they board The Leviathan?

Varsienne was ordered to stow away on The Leviathan by Captain Connifer and leave a trail of (bodies) "breadcrumbs" for the Reaper to track to the next port, in case they couldn't match Leviathan's pace or if the fight didn't go their way.






How did they get on board?

Boarded sneakily during the battle between The Reaper and The Leviathan.






Extras

Foreshadowing... “We stabbed them and then kept them as a pirate pet” - Gao

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“THE NIGHT SKY ASKS FOR NOTHING…”



— DOSSIER

FULL NAME: osín caomhán larillis
ALIAS: lord osín of house larillis, the ghost of the court, the star-touched
AGE: twenty-one
GENDER: cismale
SEXUALITY: asexual
PLACE OF BIRTH: empyra
STATUS: high society

— VISAGE
light brown skin, kissed by the sun and often bathed in the soft glow of pale moonlight, carries a constellation of freckles scattered across its surface. his mother once whispered to him that these freckles were stardust, a gift from the heavens for falling asleep beneath the vast night sky. they dance delicately across the bridge of his broad nose and the apples of his cheeks, a celestial map etched into his very being. Boyish is the word that clings to him, a descriptor that follows him like a shadow. His youthful face, soft and unmarred by time, mirrors his mother’s so perfectly that it feels like a tribute to her memory. yet, the weight of whispered rumors—of sordid affairs and questions of legitimacy—pierces his heart with the precision of a hunter’s arrow, leaving wounds that never quite heal.

he often gazes at the sky above, longing to join the stars, to float weightlessly and become something admired, untouchable, and free. until that day comes, he fixes his light gray eyes into a distant stare, a practiced expression that guards the storm of thoughts and emotions swirling within him. his eyes, like storm clouds, threaten to spill their secrets, but he holds them steady, refusing to let the world see the vulnerability that lies beneath.

---

oín, now a man, has long shed the boyish charm and the curious spark that once lit his eyes. the transition was not gentle; it was forced upon him by rough hands and biting words that carved him into a shape more acceptable to the world. his once unruly, honey-blonde curls, tight and springy, are now kept neatly trimmed, a symbol of the control he exerts over himself. his clothing, too, reflects this discipline—always immaculate, always precise, as though he is perpetually preparing for an audience that demands perfection.

a lifetime of being thrust into gentlemanly pursuits—horseback riding, archery, and the like—has sculpted his body into a strong, capable form. but it is not just the structured activities that have shaped him. there were also the days spent running, fleeing from those who sought to harm him, his legs carrying him swiftly through halls and on estate grounds, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. strength was not a choice; it was a necessity, a means of survival in a world that seemed determined to break him.

the boy he once was is now a distant memory, a ghost that lingers only in the quiet moments when his guard slips. he hides that boy well, burying him beneath layers of composure and restraint. yet, he still peeks out occasionally, a fleeting glimpse through the cracks that osín works tirelessly to seal. those cracks, however, are a testament to the humanity he clings to, a reminder that beneath the polished exterior, the boy with stardust freckles and dreams of the sky still exists, waiting for the day he can truly be free.


— PERSONA

IN DETAIL: he is often an afterthought, a name mentioned in passing rather than the focus of conversation. to most, he is a footnote in the grand narrative of his family’s legacy, a shadow cast by the brilliance of those around him. there is a part of him that does not mind this obscurity, that finds solace in the quiet corners where he can retreat into himself. yet, there is another part of him—a fiercer, angrier part—that clenches its fists in silent outrage, demanding to be seen, to be acknowledged. these two sides of him wage a constant war, for he is a young man caught between the desire to remain unseen and the crushing need to prove his worth. he must step into the light, but the light feels like a searing glare that exposes every flaw, every insecurity.

social interaction is a battlefield where he feels perpetually outmatched. each conversation, each encounter, drains him, leaving him frayed and exhausted. more often than not, those who approach him do so not out of genuine interest, but because of his lineage, his brothers. his heart hardens with each betrayal, each moment when he dares to hope for a genuine connection, only to discover that their smiles and kind words are merely masks hiding ulterior motives. he has learned to guard himself, to keep his walls high and his emotions locked away, but the loneliness that comes with such isolation is a heavy burden to bear.

---

osín is an awkward young man, his movements and words often stiff and uncertain. adulthood was not something he grew into gracefully; it was thrust upon him, a poorly tailored suit that hangs awkwardly on his frame, one he is told he will “grow into” with time. the weight of expectations presses down on him, and he stumbles under its force, struggling to find his footing. make no mistake, though—he has been given the education befitting a noble. he can recite the rules of etiquette with precision, feign interest in the pursuits deemed appropriate for someone of his standing, and navigate the labyrinth of courtly politics with a practiced ease. yet, beneath the surface, he feels like an imposter, a hollow shell performing a role he never asked for.

he does not truly know himself, not in the way that matters. outside of his love for astronomy—a passion that allows him to lose himself in the vastness of the cosmos, where the weight of his responsibilities feels insignificant—he feels adrift, unsure of who he is or what he wants. he hides this uncertainty, burying it beneath layers of duty and decorum, afraid that if others see the cracks in his facade, they will exploit them.

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osín has no charm to speak of, no natural charisma that draws people to him. he is as interesting as wet cardboard, a comparison he has overheard more than once, whispered behind his back by courtiers who see him as a disappointment. to come from such a beloved and storied family is both a blessing and a curse. his brothers, with their effortless charm and magnetic presence, cast a long shadow, and osín cannot help but feel diminished in comparison. the differences between them are stark, and people are quick to point them out, their words sharp and unrelenting.

he is not his brothers, nor does he wish to be. yet, the constant comparisons gnaw at him, feeding his insecurities and fueling his self-doubt. he longs to carve out his own path, to prove that he is more than just a placeholder, more than just the awkward boy who pales in comparison to his siblings. but the journey to self-discovery is a lonely one, and osín is still searching for the courage to take the first step.


LIKES: planetariums & observatories, late night strolls, tea, cultural and philosophical literature, stargazing, flower arranging, sketching, collecting pocket watches
DISLIKES: social gatherings, , the idea of marriage, others in his personal space, being compared to his brothers

STRENGTHS:
resilience
- osín has endured significant emotional and psychological challenges, from the weight of rumors about his legitimacy to the pressure of living up to his family’s legacy. his ability to keep moving forward, even when burdened by self-doubt, demonstrates a quiet strength.
- his survival instincts, honed from years of navigating a hostile environment, have made him adaptable and resourceful.

intelligence and education
- as a noble, osín has received a thorough education in etiquette, politics, and the arts. he can recall and apply this knowledge with precision, even if it feels performative at times.
- his love for astronomy suggests a curious and analytical mind, capable of deep focus and appreciation for complex systems.

physical strength & prowess
- years of horseback riding, archery, and running have given him a strong, capable physique. this physicality not only serves him in practical terms but also acts as a shield, projecting an image of capability even when he feels uncertain.

loyalty and integrity
- despite his struggles with social interactions, osín’s desire for genuine connections suggests a deep-seated value for authenticity and loyalty. he may not trust easily, but those who earn his trust will find him steadfast.

WEAKNESSES:
social awkwardness
- osín struggles with social interactions, often feeling out of place and exhausted by the performative nature of courtly life. his inability to connect with others easily makes him seem aloof or unapproachable.

low self-esteem
- years of being compared to his brothers and feeling like an afterthought have left osín with a deep sense of inadequacy. he doubts his worth and struggles to see himself as capable of being the head of his family.

emotional guardedness
- his fear of betrayal and vulnerability has led him to build high emotional walls. while this protects him, it also isolates him and prevents genuine connections, leaving him lonely and misunderstood.

resentment and anger
- the part of him that clenches its fists in outrage at being overlooked is a double-edged sword. while it fuels his desire to prove himself, it also risks consuming him with bitterness and resentment, which could cloud his judgment.

over-reliance on performance
- osín often falls back on the etiquette and behaviors drilled into him, but this reliance on performance rather than authenticity makes him seem stiff and unrelatable. he struggles to let his true self shine through.



FEARS:
fear of failure
the pressure to live up to his family’s legacy and prove his worth makes him fearful of making mistakes. this fear can paralyze him, preventing him from taking risks or seizing opportunities.

fear of dark, tight spaces
as a child he was often locked in cabinets and closets by his elder brothers, who would then order servants to not release him. his active mind would conjure up all sorts of horrid things in the dark and so he grew to fear it.

— MISC

REPUTATION: osín is widely perceived as the awkward, overlooked young man—a figure who exists in the shadow of his more charismatic and beloved family members, particularly his brother. to most, he is an enigma: stiff, reserved, and socially inept, someone who struggles to connect with others and often seems out of place in the glittering world of courtly politics. his quiet demeanor and lack of natural charm make him seem unapproachable, even cold, leading many to dismiss him as unremarkable or forgettable.

among his peers and courtiers, he is seen as a performer who goes through the motions of noble duties without genuine passion or presence. his family views him with a mix of pity and disappointment, often comparing him unfavorably to his brothers and questioning his ability to lead.

REASON FOR PASSAGE:

FACTION: none

ROYALTY:

PIRACY:

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT:

— HISTORY



OSÍN.
code by birth of venus.
 
The Devout
Cayline Rawles
  • ATTACK
    DEFENSE
    SPEED
    INTELLIGENCE
    “
    ”
    Th divine does not speak in logic. It speaks in energy, in goosebumps, in wind.
    Faction
    Covenant of Aethera
    Alias
    High Priestess / Star
    Gender
    Female
    Birthplace
    The Cascades
    Status
    High Society
    Age
    23
    Appearance
    HEIGHT: 6'2"
    BUILD: Rectangular body build with soft features
    HAIR: Reddish brown
    EYES: Dark brown with a hint of green in the light
    IDENTIFYING MARKS:None
    Personality
    GENERAL PERSONALITY TRAITS Cayline is a very thoughtful individual, always seeming to believe in others and care for anyone willing to accept. She can be witty and sassy when needed, but most often she finds it easier to turn the other cheek and move on. In times of need, emboldened by her faith in the stars, she is out in the front lines helping carry the injured to safety.

    CHARACTER LIKES Cayline loves needlework and has found peace in prayer. She has taken up a new interest, one that she had often found sinful, and that would be medicine.

    CHARACTER DISLIKES Her blind belief in the stars has caused her to become obsessed. If one tried to denounce her belief, she with gently but firmly argue back until they concede. If she believe the stars have sent her a sign or message, she will obsessively pursue the path until given another way. There have been a few times where her life was threatened due to this obsession, and even more times where lives were lost. However, she holds no regrets, because if the stars didn't will it then it wouldn't have happened.
 
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