ad meliora
( ... ) Resistance is an innate trait of human nature. Resistance to base behaviour. Opposition to wickedness. A refusal to accept evil.
dossier
.......... name ..........
........... age ...........
....... pronouns ......
....... sexuality .......
........... race ..........
...... birth date ......
....... guardian .......
...... occupation .....
...... allegiance ......
a'zhel tia.
mid twenties.
he&they.
demi.
seeker of the sun.
9th sun, 2nd umbral moon.
nophica, the matron.
bard, artist.
the dreadwyrm
Dawn comes in waves, in fresh breaths on the horizon between fate and something else — something uncertain, and absolute all the same. see, he’s always been the kind to leave his heart in destiny’s care, all carpe diem, all remiss of regrets. When he sings, it’s a melody upon the breeze; a lament, honey-sweet and tinged with all-too-much truth. when he walks, it’s as a new-born nomad; the still waking rot of what once was half-buried and half-alive. And what is left but to give this sorrow shape? say, let these broken hands grasp the heavens. let them make better mistakes.
appearance. ⠀⠀ blue-gold eyes, tender and warm • sun-freckled skin, marred by old scars • flowers woven into ashen hair • fangs that peek from the corners of his smirklikes. ⠀⠀ Cursed artefacts and old ruins • sunrises and new beginnings • constellations and the first breaths of moonlight • blanket forts and little laughsdislikes. ⠀⠀ The taste of booze • long conversations • rules and expectations • the man who came before • silence, and the thoughts that accompany • the sting of violence • snowflakes in his fur
hooks
. one .
fortune favours the bold ⠀⠀ and tonight you’re feelin’ lucky. why not try your hand at a fortune? he’s got some faint traces of an echo he doesn’t understand and a deck of sixty he barely knows how to read. as he so confidently assures you the past and future are all made clear through the cards, he fumbles the reading to align with what it whispers.
. three .
song upon the wind ⠀⠀ he’s a poetic romantic, a traveling bard, a professional drifter — he certainly lacks a heart for battle or a talent for magic, but he’s got a willingness to regale your tales to others through story and song. all you need do is ask.
. two .
truth is in the stars ⠀⠀ but are you a master of true divination; possessing the power to lay bare the secrets of fate? sure, he’ll say magic’s unnecessary, but feel free to call his bluff. (all he wants is the truth: someone, something saw fit to give him a second chance) and deep down, he’s been waiting for this a lifetime over. ⠀⠀
. four .
sic semper tyrannis ⠀⠀ perhaps you’ve heard tales of aelius eir vediovis, loyal dog of the empire, executioner of the frumentarium. rumour is he was struck down at carteneau — so why’s his likeness still walking about? that soldier still has debts unpaid, so take up your unfinished business with him — but don’t be surprised when he insists you’ve got the wrong guy.
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Soph • 22 • any/all • est
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