❛ The lure of sin is that it
masquerades as freedom, drawing us into
its dance. It only later reveals itself to be a cage. ❜
➻ personal
Rhiannon Margaux Auclair Rhia
noble retainer | criminal | tailor
☼ The Shadow ○ The Lover ⇡ The Tower
born the thirteenth of sun's height 2E 559
female breton
native to the city of evermore in the bangkorai region
neutral evil alignment
not afflicted
venerates Nocturnal
➻ about
| She is the product of failure, wrought with abuse by an uncountable number of parties, and later raised amidst the sanctity of the devout. Rhiannon is one who struggles to make connections with those who had not known the languor of destitution or depravity. She is no stranger to the underworld of sin and remorseless deviance - nor is she unfamiliar with the falsehood and disloyalty of those who claim to be unwavering. Now, in lands foreign, Rhiannon still finds herself immersed within the war of persistence, though this struggle of mind and willpower has since veered from the slums of Evermore to surviving the political landscape of Spatharia. |
➻ appearance
| A haunting figure, with the fairness of a ghost, and as pale as winter frost. Rhiannon is of average height, sporting a slender yet lean form tempered by a youth of vigorous regimes and excessive labor. Along the flesh of her chest, abdomen, and back run the mutilation of scars, deep and grotesque - a grim souvenir of her immoral endeavors. Her hair is lengthy and dark, and as ebon as a raven's feathered coat, most often left unrestricted to the elements. The face of Rhiannon is soft and prominent, and delicately angular. The curvature of her bones is strong, yet there is grace in its construction. Despite this outward appearance of femininity, it is her features that bring a sharpness to her visage, untamed and lacking in elegance. She adorns eyes of tarnished amber, boldened by fire beneath a bed of dark lashes and lips full in shape. |
➻ history
| The checkered history of Rhiannon is as convoluted as the motives of a sycophant. She was born to a family of neither name nor wealth within the squalid and impure walls of Evermore's most prolific brothel, to a mother who had already born one child out of the product of her industry. It was there that she had spent the early years of her life a slave to the perversion of others. After her guardian's death, she was passed off as a ward of the city and settled into the local orphanage. At the age of twelve, she expanded her skills to entertain the darker aspects of the criminal underground. Rhiannon became no stranger to shaving off swathes of her fragmenting ethics in order to survive and garnered a functional collection of skills while employing herself. It was not until she had fallen in love and fanned the fires of absolution, did she seek to break away from the miscreants she had come to associate herself with, and the overseers of justice who demanded consequence. To her dismay and grief, those aspirations extinguished with the loss of her child and the betrayals of many she had come to trust and depend on. In the darkness that followed, she found her escape through Indahlia Vantius, who had been an inconsistent, but potent presence in her turbulent, teenage years. She settled far to the East of Cyrodiil, in the county of Leyawiin at Veylin Priory. Years she spent at the noblewoman's side, where she was taught the fundamentals of life that her mother did not afford to her, from standard literacy to general upkeep of self. She even found a mentorship within the lead prior, Decortius Decurio, despite her wayward behavior and outward disobediance. Her stay at Veylin, however, was not destined to last as Indahlia was summoned away and titled the Vantius heir. Following at her side, Rhiannon took residence and stewardship of the estate as the proprietor on behalf of Indahlia who opted to temporarily forgo her inheritance to emigrate into Spatharia and serve in its legion. In the days of now, she spends her time amid the lions of the upper-class and military elite. |
➻ kindred
| Rhiannon was born to a whore in her den, raised amongst other coin-hoarding cavorts and their progeny. She never had the good fortune of meeting her father - of whom could have been any number of wealthy or lower-income clientele. Rhiannon was not the first in her familial line to be inducted into the same profession as Lorraine, for she had an elder sister named Odette that endured for three years before her birth. It came as no surprise as more of the Auclair brood followed suit, starting first with a younger sister, Clementine, and finally by a younger brother, Percival, before her mother succumbed to disease brought upon by her promiscuity. With this death, Rhiannon was transported to the Evermore orphanage as a ward of the city, and Odette remained within the brothel, deemed too old to be adopted out. The younger had been swept up by a friend of their mother, a senior prostitute who swore to take a more honorable approach with the rearing of the two as she had no children of her own. Rhiannon and her elder sister did what they could to protect and police their siblings, to shelter them from the lives that they were forced to embrace. Percival began to delve into a path similar to Rhiannon, however his descent into darkness was different, as her brother was far younger a victim, and considered unstable in mind. Concerns of a severe lack of empathy and dangerous intellect made her brother a near-perfect storm for destruction. Clementine, tender in both nature and heart, was favorably safeguarded due to the extreme efforts of all parties. It was not until Rhiannon had fled Evermore under dire circumstances did things change for the remaining Auclairs. Unable to keep control over the younger two of her siblings, Odette relinquished her hold on both of them and sought a better life for herself, leaving Percival to sink into his madness while Clementine became preyed upon by the pressures of society and sex work. Such a radical change of events was unknown to Rhiannon until rumor from a returning excursion group had informed her at Veylin Priory. It was then that she discovered the dissolution of the surviving Auclairs amid the many rivers of life that flowed through the bedraggled streets of Evermore. |
➻ relatives
| Lorraine Auclair mother ❛ When I think of you, I feel nothing. I believe apathy is the only trait we share. Did you ever feel, mother? Did you curse the Divines when you sold your children into the slavery of sex? Did you feel when I came to you weeping, the blood of my innocence fresh between my legs? You held me, but there was no warmth as you readied me for the next. I was seven. Does it torture your soul to see what your children have become? Or do you perhaps feel pride in knowing we are all so much alike now? ❜ Black Out Days by Phantogram |
| Odette Auclair sister ❛ I heard you have made something of yourself - the wife of a wealthy aristocrat to whom you have bore many children. Did he cast aside your brokenness? You were his whore before his wife, and yet, you have decided to sever your roots. All my happiness for your prosperity died the day you abandoned our brother and sister. You took an oath in blood that you would protect them when I left. Never let my blade find your lying tongue. ❜ Don't You Dare Forget the Sun by Get Scared |
| Clementine Auclair sister ❛ You are whom I have poured all my good into, little sister. Please do not stay around those that aim to harm you or your kind heart. Stay out of the shadows of where my feet have tread. Shy away from the eyes of hungry, depraved men. Seek an education. Nurture the bonds of those who wish to see you thrive, and not for the benefit of their own. Be what I could not. Be what Odette and Percy could not. With you, I leave my dreams. ❜ I Always Wanna Die (Sometimes) by The 1975 |
| Percival Auclair brother ❛ You are more like me than I would like to admit. Perhaps even worse. I had not much hope for myself, but for you, Percy, I would have burned the city and thrown myself into its flames and ruin. Do you still struggle to sleep? Do you remember my voice? I still sing to you in my dreams. I am not well - and the Gods have long discarded their favor, but there is a darkness to you brother that even I cannot navigate. I worry it might take you from me entirely. Please return to Clementine. Keep her safe where I have failed. I would tell you to come home, but we have never known one to exist. ❜ Wires by The Neighbourhood |
| Little Light daughter ❛ I have forgotten most of what you feel like within my arms, a still porcelain thing tinged with blue and sullied in the crimson of my labor. You did not cry as you entered this world, and yet, I nestled you to my breast and soothed you all the same. You had so much curled hair atop your head, pale and golden like your father. You and Elias shared so much likeness I wondered if you were mine at all. I never gave you a name I could grieve, and if not for my friend, my only friend, I would have descended the bridge in hopes that the cobble below would have been kinder than losing you. You were my light. My little light. I carried you in my womb and now I carry you to your grave. ❜ Yellow by Coldplay |
➻ notable figures
| Elias Durand ex lover ❛ I have known you since you were a scrawny boy, and I a naive girl. We have starved together and bore the cold beneath the same tattered blanket. We have shared pain and crime. We ventured down a dark path, Elias. I did not know love could grow in the violence we created together. I am not a godly woman, but I pray wherever you are it is without struggle. And if you are departed from this world, hold our daughter where my hands cannot. Of all our sins, she was not one. ❜ I'd Let You Win by PORTS |
| Jules Moreau ex associate ❛ You were a vile man who preyed upon my circumstance and naivety. I traded the dolls of my youth for lockpicks and a blade, shedding what remained of the innocence that had already begun to fragment beneath the abuse of my mother. Despite this, I adored you, Jules, and followed your command without indecision. Your word was my religion, and I learned to baptize myself in evil to prove unerring devotion. I wanted you to see the value in how I had martyred all that I was, but this work is a void - dark, consuming, and indifferent to sacrifice. Elias was your brother, and you painted the Evermore streets where you both ran as barefoot boys, in his blood. Was his happiness a bird you could no longer cage? Is that why you tore his wings? ❜ The Reckoning by Watercolour Matchbox |
| Sesandra ex friend ❛ You were once someone I held in affectionate regard. A sworn sister, not born of blood, but of mutual understanding. I will curse you into every plane of Oblivion once we are fated to die. Did the coin in your pocket weigh heavier than your guilt? Or did you shed your betrayal with ease? I would have taken you with me, Sesandra. ❜ Hard to Breathe by Hawthorne Heights |
| Margaret Broussard noblewoman ❛ I was a trusting fool, blind in my desperation, and unable to see through the cloth of your facade. The allure of safe harbor, shelter for myself and my unborn, was land to a girl who had known nothing but flood. I wanted to atone. You wanted my daughter. Those of rich blood are parasites that will take and take, even from those who have nothing already. I do not regret setting your street ablaze with all the highborn serpents in it. ❜ Let It Burn by Red |
➻ skills
| Medicine novice |
| Magick novice |
| Unarmed Combat intermediate |
| Dual Wielding adept |
| Stealth mastery |
| Larceny mastery |
| Speechcraft intermediate |
| Literacy novice |
| Business intermediate |
➻ records
| Evermore Resident city record ❛ Personal file of Rhiannon Margaux Auclair. Born the thirteenth of Sun's Height 2E 559 to Lorraine Estelle Auclair, prostitute. Sired by an unnamed patron. Sibling to Odette Alexandre Auclair, Clementine Josephine Auclair, and Percival Luc Auclair. Relinquished to the Evermore orphanage as a ward of the city at the age of twelve after the passing of her mother. Little to no education with the inability to read or write. Multiple behavioral infractions and delinquencies. Formerly charged with the crimes of theft and arson. Witnessed with local malefactors known to incite community violence. Personal affairs with convicted felons Elias Benjamin Durand and Jules Christophe Moreau. Accused of murder, but never confirmed. Unknown whereabouts. Warrant issued for her arrest. |
| Rhiannon love letter ❛ There are times when I do not know what to say. Sesandra mentioned that when I feel at a loss I should write - a notion I contend with, but I thought to try so you could have something from me once she teaches you to read. I spoke to Jules about what we had discussed. I could not stand to grapple with you any longer, and I realize my frustration had been misplaced. You are carrying our child, Rhia, and a child has no place in a world of savagery such as the way we live. I see now that the group is a slow poison, and I resisted your efforts and pushed you far away from me in the swell of my pride and willful obstinance. You have been scraped along the edges of this city, and I want to be a man gentle for you. I know I have not been good. I have done terrible things to those as innocent as the babe in your womb and to those who are like me, deserving of consequence. I am still healing the parts of myself that are corrupt. Jules confounded me with his answer. He gave his blessing for us to go, and even offered the means through a small sum of gold and reliable transportation. This feels surreal, to reach towards a life without thieving and shedding blood. You are the only light that I have seen, Rhiannon. Thank you for all that you sacrificed, and for all you have given me. With love, Elias ❜ |
| R. Auclair personal missive ❛ I hope this finds you well back at the Vantius Estate. My emigration into Spatharia has been accepted, however, I find myself on the frontlines of Rhenum, serving in the legion - an unexpected turn of events, Rhia. I am writing to ask a favor of you. I know your mind, and I know you capable. Seize charge of the estate and all of its assets. I cannot entrust my own blood to care for the industry with the same fervor as I know you would - they are like wolves and will leave it ravaged once they have picked apart the spoils. So I authorize you, Rhiannon Auclair, as temporary head of house and all of its property and commerce. My mother has already been informed and will give you what you need to prepare yourself. Heed her advice, but only if you feel her intentions have not shifted. I have hired a tutor to assist in your reading, writing, and other studies to ensure you feel both comfortable and assertive in your position. You must be like a swift predator among the others of the market, lest they spit you out on the street. Before you worry yourself, know you have all my faith. I hope to return to you and the estate soon. Oh, and to sate your eager mind: No, I have not killed anyone. And yes, there is a part of me that is afraid of the things these hands will do. With the highest regard, Indahlia Vantius ❜ |
➻ souvenirs
| Tarnished Pewter Locket a cheaply made oval amulet containing the remnants of dried goldenrod. The hinge remains rusted and broken. |
| Ink Sketch a drawing given to her by Lucius Parthax when she visited him in the Bovem jailhouse. It depicts a woman sitting in the dark, and shares a likeness to Rhiannon. Received the Ninth of Hearthfire of the first year |
| Vintage Brandy an opaque glass bottle of aged brandy given to her by Decortius Decurio upon his arrival to Spatharia. Received the Tenth of Frostfall of the first year |
| Furred Robe and Brooch an emerald-silk cloak with a winter fox pelt undercoat given to her by Iram Andolinus after a dark anchor descended from the sky. It has been embroidered with resplendent thread, fashioned with ornate and intricate patterns throughout. The brooch was forged in gold and carries the likeness of a great cat. Received the fifth of Evening Star of the first year |
| Jelly Moss Pouch a spongy living bag that can hold a few personal effects of choice given to her by Iram Andolinus during an excursion to Craglorn. It has been advised to water the plant-like receptacle at least once every two weeks, however, not after the hours of midnight. Received the Sixteenth of Morning Star of the second year |
| Crimson Cloak an oversized mantle in the deep shade of scarlet that belonged to Cadmor Bull-Horn. It smells of cedar. Gifted to her by Volund Decentius after the death of the Red Centurion. Received the First of Sun's Dawn of the second year |
➻ rumors
| Promising Future common ❛ If she ages to look anything like her mother, she will do good here. If only Lorraine could tame that mouth of hers. Men do not pay for opinions. They offer their coin for the kind of servitude that comes from the other parts. ❜ Pheda, prostitute |
| Pest common ❛ That Rhiannon is like a wall, crumbling and sinking into the wharf. Theft has become her language, and deviance, her code. She is playing with fire, and one day she will set an inferno ablaze that will consume everything in its wake - both herself and that nest of sin she retreats to, included. There are people you cannot change, and sometimes, a rat is just a rat. She is of vermin-blood, and I'd like to snuff out her flames beneath the weight of my boot, as you do with pests. ❜ Gabriel, guard of Evermore |
| Concern common ❛ I have seen her sneak out beyond the orphanage gates more times than I have seen any of these children hold a prospect of family. One would think that, considering her upbringing, she would welcome the changes from sleeping in a place of depravity to an institution of welfare. One of the younger children followed her into to the direction of that establishment, if one of self-respect could even call it that. Whether Rhiannon goes to care for her siblings or to nurture darker callings, I pray that she is being safe, but knowing of her proclivities, it would be foolish of me. I feel pity for the girl, but her climbing age and aversion to obedience will stave off any decent folks from adopting her. I hope sense finds her soon before it worsens. ❜ Bernadette, caretaker |
| Polluted Population rare ❛ It was only a matter of time before the daughter of a whore would begin to start her own brood. Margaret said the father was some gutter-swine she had been hanging around. City filth, the two of them. The girl should have kept those legs closed, and if she were doomed to open them anyway, it would have been more beneficial for her to bed a wealthy man. I do not understand why Margaret wishes to dirty her reputation by aiding her. ❜ Seraphine, noblewoman |
| You Cannot Save the Damned rare ❛ She is an omen of misfortune, wrought with evil. The holy woman better ward herself and pray to the Eight tonight lest she find tribulation beneath the claws of such a creature of misery. If she is blessed, then that devotee will never grace Rhiannon with her sight again and expose her iniquity. Her soul is foul and blackened by sin, and I have seen the work of the daedra in the reflection of her eyes - a shade of amber and hellfire. ❜ Tobias, fanatic |
| Hidden Sentiments rare ❛ She is trouble, my Rhiannon, an amusement that preserves the youth in these old bones yet greys my hair all the same. Indahlia is affixed to her side, and whenever I ask if she tried to dissuade her friend from her misbehavior, she wears a grin that feigns ignorance. Then again, she has sometimes come to me to tell of her antics. Often, I wonder if it is planned this way, to keep me on my toes, or off of their backs. Even still, Rhiannon is not causing any real harm, and the way the two get along is what inspires my efforts. As opposed as they are, they have a bond that I would never want to sever. Now if only I could get Rhiannon to stop pilfering the silver from the chapel, or the good brandy from my office. ❜ Lead Prior Decortius |
➻ events
| became a member of House Decentius on 9.03.24 |
➻ relations
| Indahlia Vantius estranged friend ❛ I always knew there was a wolf beneath the wool of a lamb. I saw it that day, within the chapel tent. Starving eyes and a maw open with fangs bared. I might have been proud of you, if your bite wasn't around my throat. You were with that serpent of a man, Caius, and you were close to him. A closeness I have not seen you with another before. There is a great wound that opened inside of me when you dismissed me from your service. It felt like rejection; it felt like betrayal. In a way it was. You stupid, foolish girl. When this comes to hurt, I will be long gone, Dahlia. I do not understand what happened to the sister I made in you. ❜ |
| Decortius Ducurio concerned ❛ You are one of the greatest lights I have ever known, and yet, I see you darkening with each passing day. A man once of many words; a torch of warmth, but now I fear wicked things have poisoned your mind. You keep me at arm's length when before you held me. ❜ |
| Iram Andolinus former paramour ❛ You think me blind to your advances, but I notice. How could I not? You are so open with your devotion, Iram, and it is a thing I struggle to accept. When we were younger, I might have felt something, but I was a broken girl. Nothing has changed. Wholeness will never know me. You are too sweet. Remain so, that love might come to you, not in the form of something wicked, but earnestly. ❜ |
| Maeve cared for ❛ You put me in a position that abandoned me long ago on the cobbled streets of Evermore. A Reach-child no more than five, yet you stare at me with eyes aged in wisdom. Why do you cling to me so? Those I surround myself with have taken your home; your blooded family and roots. I am a soul blackened in contrast to your purity. I tend to your needs because my heart is tender with pain of the past, but I am not worthy of such innocent love in return. My care for you is perhaps selfish, for when I look at your golden tresses I see someone else. Someone dear and departed. I both live and grieve through you. ❜ |
| Lucius Parthax close ❛ Our relations are like that of a pendulum, forever swaying in one extreme or the other - and never still in balance. I care for you, Parthax, and you and your brokenness have become as dear to me as much as one can love the pain that comes with such a turbulent bond. I reach for you in hopes to pull you from yourself, when you become like that of a serpent eating at its own tail. Do not stray from me. I can only hunt you for so long before I tire. ❜ |
| Cadmor Bull-Horn loved ❛ Overwhelming guilt, and overwhelming loss. These feelings festered within me the day I learned you passed. I thought you infallible, and I thought we would have time. My heart was patient in its love for you, as much as I suppressed, and as much as I denied. My tongue never confessed it, and it leaves a regret. I wonder if you felt my affections for you. Was it warmth returned? This grief is a ghost that haunts me far greater than any of my life. I still look for you in all things, but none of them comfort me. ❜ |
| Finnidor Giordant intrigued ❛ So there is bite to the Breton. In recent, you have surprised me, with your outspoken rebellion to the Emperor-Regent and his puruits of domination within the Craglorn lands. Although you have grown on me like something of a fungus, I thought you weak in spirit. How wrong I was. Your inner compass of morality weighs heavy upon you, perhaps even heavier than the weight of the consequences you will endure. ❜ |
| Caius Lavinius near-hated ❛ There is a sickness around you, one that I cannot stand to be near, like a slow toxin to be inhaled. I wear my sins like a badge upon my breast, but you, you are a coward. Perhaps more corrupt than even I. If harm befalls those I love, we will see one another in the hottest plane of Oblivion. I swear it, Lavinius. ❜ |
| Minimus Merus annoyed ❛ A little imp with big words. I am not sure what made you want to sink your fangs into my ankle, but tread beneath my feet lightly. It would not be the first time my heel made its mark among vile things that bite. ❜ |
| Volund Decentius tolerated ❛ I see now there is humanity beneath your iron. You showed me compassion when I fragmented and offered understanding. Perhaps you pitied me. And although my thoughts have shifted about you, I still cannot fully commit myself to enjoying your presence, for you are still the boot against my throat, and the voice that commands me to do your bidding. Do you only see me as a sharpened tool? ❜ |
| Cahir Janus wary ❛ We come from the same streets of Evermore, and for that simple reason alone I cannot ever put my trust in you. Whether you know too much, or too little, you are a danger to me that must be observed. ❜ |
| Mariana Nautius aware ❛ The Emperor-Regent's prized jewel. I have seen you speak with charity as often as disdain, and at times, I wonder what spurs the volatile behavior within a priestess of Dibella. You are not one to cross, if only by status alone, but I cannot help but want to burrow beneath your flesh to know what ails you, and likewise, what propels you forward. Someone who wields kindness with ruthless opinions are worth the study. ❜ |
| Eris Blackthorn wary ❛ Perhaps there is nothing sinister about you other than your poor timing. You are unknown to me. But even in that coincidence, I still cannot help but blame you. Since your arrival, I have lost much that is precious to me. ❜ |
| Aurelia Asina cautious ❛ Too kind, and too blind - chances given from a pool of infinity. You hope to draw the bear in with honey, but you will only summon flies. I hate that you spend your time martyring yourself for benefit that you will never touch. You unnerve me, if only for the reason that you remind me of myself, only when I was weaker. I too, used to see those in every color but red. One day, your patience will bleed into hatred, and then perhaps I will be able to digest you better. ❜ |
➻ hooks
| Urchin Contrary to her outward appearance as a debutant and marketeer, Rhiannon grew up in a life that speaks quite the opposite tale. Heralding from the slums of Evermore, she often finds herself drawn towards the vestiges of her old haunts. It would not be unusual for her to be sighted in the districts of the lower classes, drinking in taverns or whispering in back-alley conversation. |
| Climbing the Ladder She is, and always was, a businesswoman. Though her field has shifted, at least outwardly, from the life of scum and villainy towards the more honorable trade of cloth - something she had never even considered approaching until Indahlia left the family estate in her care - she has always sought to persevere no matter the challenge. At the estate, she fits garments and offers a selection of textiles that range from simple fabrics to the more coveted and regal ancestor silk. Legionaries and commoners, upper-class and nobles alike all utilize the estate's facilities - provided they have the coin. |
| Illiterate Roots Raised in destitution and debauchery, Rhiannon was never offered the privilege of a formal education. It was not until more recent years that the occasion was afforded to her at Veylin Priory after her escape from Bangkorai. Taught the fundamentals of the Cyrodiilic alphabet and literature, she then moved on to a private tutorship when she left alongside Indahlia. There, at the Vantius Estate, she would begin instruction to higher prose and speaking etiquette that would allow her to survive the rigors of upper-class social hierarchy and to deal with the wealthy clientele that often frequent the estate. As her mastery is far off, Rhiannon prefers to study away from prying eyes. |
| The Sin of Evermore The hounds of her past always seem to find Rhiannon, nipping at her heels and hunting her in the present. Made aware of the target along her back by hovering government officials and bounties posted with a likeness to her appearance, these beginnings of danger were incentive for Rhiannon to flee Bangkorai with the aid of Indahlia. Amidst her belongings is a rolled-up sheaf of parchment that details the warrant for her arrest - a standing list of charges that offer a modest sum for information appertaining to her capture. Travelers that make their journey westward might have seen her face plastered in various portions of Evermore, but as the ranks of offenders climb, they likely forget much of what they had seen unless they took the time to read the leaflets with rapt attention. |
| Tainted Heritage She was not one who could prevail over her suffering and circumstance, offered little in rehabilitation resources and swept under the tide of dark influence. And so, she settled in Evermore's hotbed of malfeasance. Rhiannon was introduced to high-profile individuals amid her youth and inducted into multiple organizations that sustained a grisly archive of atrocity. Over time, she learned to navigate the city's underbelly like a ghost, unseen and unspoken - carving out a name for herself even among older, infamous criminals. Her undisclosed motives propelled her forward, a girl with no outward agenda who was able to shunt away her fragility to become a seasoned and contracted threat. While her capacity to track and observe were strong suit features, it was her propensity to commit discreet arson, petty to grand theft, and the occasional involvement of a blade into the back of a mark that developed her reputation in Evermore. While she may have abandoned those pursuits in her native city, Rhiannon maintains her skills and has, on occasion, ventured to the shadows of her current residence to further her ambitions and safeguard her own interests. |
| Songbird There are few commodities that bring Rhiannon any measure of joy, one of which was the time invested into the singular hobby that cost her nothing to develop: song. While she does not carry the talent needed to attain status among renowned bards or the like, she has made some degree of coin peddling her voice in less-refined establishments. It was a natural skill honed during the later end of her teens, particularly as she struggled to leave behind the violence of the streets while carrying her unborn child. Lullabies were traded later for harrowing songs that fit the seedy environs in which she had mustered the courage to showcase herself at, and there are times in the late hours of the day that one might hear her singing softly to herself - be it the haunts of old berceuse or tunes forged within the history of her sorrow. |
➻ stories
| Title Here tba |
➻ former opinions
| 1. Indahlia Vantius close friend ❛ Although you held my hand, I never felt you walked beside me. You were always a step or two ahead - a beacon of guidance I could not bring myself to tread after. You have done no wrong to me, Dahlia. A deeply rooted tree in my storm, you have seen me fragment and erode into nothing. You dug the grave in which I buried my child, and held me as I wept and cursed the Gods you love so dearly. You offered me shelter with no fear of if I would burn it down to ember and ash, despite the sins these hands have committed. I do not deserve such a friend as you, warm, and safe, and forgiving. At times it burdens my gaze to look upon your light, so I pretend to be blind to the good that you are. You think me redeemable, and I think you stupid. Kind, but foolish. I will ruin you, as I have always done to the things I want to keep. Do not die in Rhenum, Dahlia. If your Gods come to take you from me I could not bear it. ❜ Covet by Basement |
| 2. Indahlia Vantius estranged friend ❛ I always knew there was a wolf beneath the wool of a lamb. I saw it that day, within the chapel tent. Starving eyes and a maw open with fangs bared. I might have been proud of you, if your bite wasn't around my throat. You were with that serpent of a man, Caius, and you were close to him. A closeness I have not seen you with another before. There is a great wound that opened inside of me when you dismissed me from your service. It felt like rejection; it felt like betrayal. In a way it was. You stupid, foolish girl. When this comes to hurt, I will be long gone, Dahlia. I do not understand what happened to the sister I made in you. ❜ |
| 1. Decortius Ducurio former mentor ❛ I never appreciated you or your instruction. You were an outstretched hand offering comfort, and even as I bared my fangs and unsheathed my claws, expecting to be hit, your touch did not succumb to violence. I am aware of my wickedness. I tested your patience and strained your health. Purloined your personal belongings for easy gold. I whored myself under the stained glass of your patron Divines and created chaos where you preached peace. And yet, even with all my offenses, you did not abandon me to my misery, only bestowed your consequence and reminded me of my worth. Like Dahlia, you are a bright force in this world, steadfast and compassionate. You are what I imagine a decent father to be, Decortius, if I had ever known one. ❜ Gilded Lily by Cults |
| 2. Decortius Ducurio father figure ❛ I think I am starting to understand the love of a father, though I had never known my own. Lately, I find myself clinging to you for comfort, and for guidance. It makes me weak, but you run your hands through my hair and tell me there is not weakness in needing another. I do not know, Decortius. I am not worthy of your love. I am sorry, to be this burden, when you already deal with the heaviest weight of us all. And that is goodness. ❜ |
| 1. Iram Andolinus former paramour ❛ I thought you a witless, love-stricken boy who could not separate feeling from logic. I dismissed your devotion and infatuation, and I spurned your affections, even as it became oppressive. There was no rationalization when I made the decision to take you to my bed. I was lonely of flesh, at least that is what I had convinced myself the reason. Even despite my transgressions and unsavory record, you never called upon my immorality or cast a finger of judgement. Perhaps in another life I could have felt something for you. ❜ Mary On a Cross by Ghost |
| 2. Iram Andolinus former paramour ❛ You think me blind to your advances, but I notice. How could I not? You are so open with your devotion, Iram, and it is a thing I struggle to accept. When we were younger, I might have felt something, but I was a broken girl. Nothing has changed. Wholeness will never know me. You are too sweet. Remain so, that love might come to you, not in the form of something wicked, but earnestly. ❜ |
| 1. Maeve cared for ❛ You put me in a position that abandoned me long ago on the cobbled streets of Evermore. A Reach-child no more than five, yet you stare at me with eyes aged in wisdom. Why do you cling to me so? Those I surround myself with have taken your home; your blooded family and roots. I am a soul blackened in contrast to your purity. I tend to your needs because my heart is tender with pain of the past, but I am not worthy of such innocent love in return. My care for you is perhaps selfish, for when I look at your golden tresses I see someone else. Someone dear and departed. I both live and grieve through you. ❜ |
| 1. Lucius Parthax intrigued ❛ You carry your anger like an extension of yourself - an extra pair of hands curled tight around your throat. You brazenly expose your sins to me, expecting them to be poison along a blade, but that does not work on someone who has been long immune to such atrocity. I do not fear you, Lucius, nor your abundance of wrath. I do not wish to see you self-destroy before I have mastered insight of your personhood. And so, I will pluck and pry those fingers along your throat until you are free to speak your truths, no matter how grotesque and bloodied a language it becomes. ❜ Drugs by EDEN |
| 2. Lucius Parthax tense ❛ Friend? Enemy? I do not know what to call you now, but in the eye of your seething hatred I feel so brittle. There is a price to pay with closeness, a loss of control. I did not mean to give you this power over me, but as you neared my heart it was but a natural consequence to care. Our bond was forged in hellfire, but I found joy in discovering you, Lucius. I will give you the distance you so desperately wish to keep, no longer a little shadow to haunt your steps. It pains me to have to feel this way. ❜ |
| 1. Cadmor Bull-Horn intrigued ❛ He calls my flesh weak, but he does not know the things this flesh has done, nor what it has endured. Even still, I cannot help but feel he is kindred, born of dark roots as I am. His mood is perpetually dour, but I have seen soft rarities that would make the deepest plane of Oblivion cloak in frost. Upon our first encounter, I had intended to break him, to burrow into his bones and know him like one should know an enemy. But now I am not sure my intentions are the same. My interest in the brute have become personal, a natural inclination to deepen whatever I started. Bull-Horn ... Cadmor - I think I would like to call him friend, even if his axe thirsts for my death. ❜ Chokehold by Sleep Token |
| 2. Cadmor Bull-Horn close friend ❛ There are many things I feel for you, but they clash within me, like waves against an eroding shore. My care for you is this tether that reaches so deeply, but meets nothing, and I do not understand how there can be depth without reciprocation. Do you care for me, Cadmor? Does my presence bring you happiness or does it conjure pain? I want to give you peace, but I cannot even obtain a medicine like that for my own mind. If I allow myself to continue to tread into you like this what will become of me? What will become of us? I want to walk next to you, Bull-Horn, and I want your eyes to grace me longer than they look away. ❜ |
| 1. Finnidor Giordant acquaintance ❛ It seems I have made it a talent to unnerve the other with just my presence alone, whether it be at a crowded dinner table or the corner of the throne room Finnidor claims as his own when Court is active. I wonder how long it will take for him to realize I enjoy it when he squirms beneath my antics. I do not expect the others to understand me, nor do I want them to hold a candle to the business I do among the shadows. ❜ tba song |
| 2. Finnidor Giordant intrigued ❛ There is not much that this one cannot do. Magick, medicine, and crafting at the hearth are his talents. Finnidor is odd, but I suppose in a way we all are. I do not feel so bitter when I am around him. When I see the Breton with little Azam, I feel like I am missing her. I grieve inside, and she is no longer a buried memory within me. ❜ |
| 1. Caius Lavinius near-hated ❛ There is a sickness around you, one that I cannot stand to be near, like a slow toxin to be inhaled. I wear my sins like a badge upon my breast, but you, you are a coward. Perhaps more corrupt than even I. If harm befalls those I love, we will see one another in the hottest plane of Oblivion. I swear it, Lavinius. ❜ |
| 1. Minimus Merus annoyed ❛ A little imp with big words. I am not sure what made you want to sink your fangs into my ankle, but tread beneath my feet lightly. It would not be the first time my heel made its mark among vile things that bite. ❜ |
| 1. Volund Decentius spiteful ❛ Do you draw pleasure in my suffering, Emperor-Regent? Your title warrants you my outward respect, but you have not earned it. You are a leader who does not look upon the vermin of your people and see use. You deem me worthless. What a mistake you made. ❜ |
| 1. Cahir Janus wary ❛ We come from the same streets of Evermore, and for that simple reason alone I cannot ever put my trust in you. Whether you know too much, or too little, you are a danger to me that must be observed. ❜ |
| 1. Mariana Nautius aware ❛ The Emperor-Regent's prized jewel. I have seen her speak with charity as often as disdain, and at times, I wonder what spurs the volatile behavior within the woman. She is not one to cross, if only by status alone, but I cannot help but want to burrow beneath her flesh to know what ails her, and likewise, what propels her forward. Someone who wields kindness with ruthless opinions are worth the study. ❜ |
| 1. Eris Blackthorn wary ❛ Perhaps there is nothing sinister about you other than your poor timing. You are unknown to me. But even in that coincidence, I still cannot help but blame you. Since your arrival, I have lost much that is precious to me. ❜ |
| 1. Aurelia Asina cautious ❛ Too kind, and too blind - chances given from a pool of infinity. You hope to draw the bear in with honey, but you will only summon flies. I hate that you spend your time martyring yourself for benefit that you will never touch. You unnerve me, if only for the reason that you remind me of myself, only when I was weaker. I too, used to see those in every color but red. One day, your patience will bleed into hatred, and then perhaps I will be able to digest you better. ❜ |