shrewd · manipulative · deceptive · astute · informant · reliant — Kuronami
A forgotten child, lost in the sea of an impoverished population.
He had been doubted, abandoned; treated as though his existence was simply another cog in the wheel.
Too weak, too unimportant.
A soul that made it through the gauntlet of disease and death.
He had been favoured by his father, a sick joke of the fates it appeared, at first. Kuro’s initial practical use of gluttony came when he took and took and took as much as he could from his broken, feeble father who pitied his son just enough to keep him alive.
Not help him live, just prolong his death.
The first stepping stone to his path to prestige.
He had been doubted, abandoned; treated as though his existence was simply another cog in the wheel.
Too weak, too unimportant.
A soul that made it through the gauntlet of disease and death.
He had been favoured by his father, a sick joke of the fates it appeared, at first. Kuro’s initial practical use of gluttony came when he took and took and took as much as he could from his broken, feeble father who pitied his son just enough to keep him alive.
Not help him live, just prolong his death.
The first stepping stone to his path to prestige.
Location — Quiet Moors Status — Single Plots — Open
black water upon the shore — quiet moors — karina
toss all your thoughts to the sea — quiet moors — takashi
jo no mai — quiet moors — satomi
kako kara mira e — quiet moors — kizashi
私を見届けよ。 — quiet moors — [open]
拡大 — quiet moors — kosei
月の詩 — quiet moors — minoru
i'll pull up each of our anchors — quiet moors — takashi
クモの洞窟 — quiet moors — jorōgumo
the shadow of the moon — quiet moors — karina
frolicking through the fields of divination — spirited highlands — kizashi
toss all your thoughts to the sea — quiet moors — takashi
jo no mai — quiet moors — satomi
kako kara mira e — quiet moors — kizashi
私を見届けよ。 — quiet moors — [open]
拡大 — quiet moors — kosei
月の詩 — quiet moors — minoru
i'll pull up each of our anchors — quiet moors — takashi
クモの洞窟 — quiet moors — jorōgumo
the shadow of the moon — quiet moors — karina
frolicking through the fields of divination — spirited highlands — kizashi
Ēměi — dreamer · whimsical · timid · observant · unassuming
Dreamer, whimsical, charismatic, lover - timid, observant, cunning, unassuming – the fawn who seeks to keep the peace but never forgets the damages done. Dislikes arguments, strife and conflict although isn’t devoid of feeling these things; simply put, she hides it quite well.
impulsive · unpredictable · loyal · judgmental · supportive — Pandora
A gentle soul born into the fates of harsh and a heavy handed upbringing—an apple that, instead of rotting from the inside out, was born to be externally bruised and lacking colour in her life. Fragile, meek and feeling the threat of constant survival encircles the core of her nature. Gorgeous like a corpse bride, soft and wispy that contradicts her unsettling aura—strange.
She prefers staying in the shadows of her siblings, no spotlight hogging or the front and centre of anything— lurking, watching, judging. Pandora stands out in her unusual temperament, but slinks into the darkness to remain unseen to the world.
She prefers staying in the shadows of her siblings, no spotlight hogging or the front and centre of anything— lurking, watching, judging. Pandora stands out in her unusual temperament, but slinks into the darkness to remain unseen to the world.
Roweth — blunt · detached · jaded · disciplined · honourable · enduring
It had been beautiful; a glorious new kingdom built on honour and abandoned bonds to toxic roots that surely would have festered had they not been severed. Roweth was a child born of love, of prosper, of the hope for a future land that was being remade from the wars of history past. Asnia, the once forgotten land left as only a gravestone for draconic squabbles and merciless wars, where centuries had passed and the scorched earth returned to the matron mother of life. An untouched jungle full of mysterious secrets and unknown treasures became the birthplace of Calidus reign.
The first true Calidus, he who was born as an heir to an infant world to loving parents Luther and Ecca, Roweth was welcomed with open arms and full hearts to young parents starting anew. He was raised being shielded from understanding the treachery that his father endured to make this dream happen, for it was never meant to be a part of Roweth’s story. Prophesied to become a noble, fair, respectful King; Roweth followed in this perfect path of greatness. Roweth knew the fairytale love of his parents, one that imbued the foundation for his own future family.
Time passes and Roweth meets the future love of his life; the mother of his children and the eventual Queen of Asnia – Zora. Childhood lovers, bound by a red string before they were even aware of their fates converging. While the budding romance of two teens begins, the future of the Calidus family grows in tandem; Ecca is pregnant with her second child, Roweth’s first sibling. A brother. A gift.
Indeed, the story seems fruitful in abundance of love, the beginnings of a great story.
But, happy endings truly are the stuff of fairytales.
Luther—still carrying a decade-long wound from his home—sets out to return to his birthplace, ready to face his merciless grandfather and seeking the approval he doesn’t need to acquire. However, he’s determined to spread the fiery warmth of his heart to the icy cold homeland of his people — the people who turned their backs on him. Luther was a good man, far too good. He assured his expecting wife and son that all would be well; his confidence was overstated and undercut when they arrived.
That was the day everything changed.
Upon arrival, Luther pleaded his case to his estranged father, his former King. Presenting his pride and joy, Roweth; alongside his soulmate, Ecca. His expectations were great, always too much; Luther forgot the cruel, unforgiving man that he should have forgotten as his grandfather, but he could not. August was not forgiving, nay, he told his grandson that he would be left for dead, and dead he was not.
Thus, he took the decree into his own bloodless hands, commanding the execution of his grandson right in front of the eyes of his newly blossoming family. Terrified and in utter shock, all Ecca and Roweth could do was run, unable to retrieve the body of a husband and father; traumatized and horrified as they miraculously returned to Asnia without being hunted by the frozen monsters of the north.
Time doesn’t stop, not even for a grieving mother and wife; nor a mortified, emotionally scarred son. Ecca eventually gives birth to her beloved Rain, and while it’s a joyous time in and of itself, there is an overcast sadness that cannot be dispelled. Ecca tries to tell her youngest about the glory of their father, but Roweth refuses to partake. Once of age, Roweth and Zora marry, and soon they begin their own family to continue the name of Calidus in the way his father wished.
Three sons— the heir; Lucien, the wisdom; Arwyn, and the devil; Enys. Roweth focused less on being a father and more on being a King, which led to some strain in his familial relationships. He assigns his sons tasks to keep them busy and out of his hair, allowing them the freedom to use their royal cards to their benefit if it meant he could ignore what it’s like to be a father. Luther wanted him to be a king, so he will be one.
The tragedy never stopped. Roweth will soon come to understand that his birth was laced in red that was not from rich love, but rather from tainted blood. He had been unaware of the devil he’d been harboring in his home, born from his own bloodline and unchained to do whatever he saw fit. The cycle of trauma and heartbreak did not end, as more death and turmoil had struck his family. Enys, his youngest son, decided he wanted to return the lives of his brothers and mother to the one he called ‘his creator’ — It wasn’t Zora, it wasn’t Roweth, but rather something more sinister and dark. An evil that grows in the darkness and feeds off the destruction of others. Roweth had no idea of the infliction Enys carried, for he never took the time to care.
Karmic as it is, it appeared being a King isn’t the fate of Roweth’s afterall, but to be responsible for hunting down his own child to end the suffering he would yet inflict on others. Enys flees, snaking his way free from his destined demise by the hands of his King-father, leaving a trail of blood and disaster in his wake. Roweth follows, eventually finding proof that appears his last remaining son had ended his own life, or perished.
Roweth breathes a sigh of relief and considers his own life; what does he have to go back to? A crumbling kingdom, with no wife, no children. Only an aging mother and a brother who could never understand his strife.
His only option is to do exactly what his great grandfather did; turn his back on those he called family.
And so he wanders.
Alone.
Until he finds Mythris.
The first true Calidus, he who was born as an heir to an infant world to loving parents Luther and Ecca, Roweth was welcomed with open arms and full hearts to young parents starting anew. He was raised being shielded from understanding the treachery that his father endured to make this dream happen, for it was never meant to be a part of Roweth’s story. Prophesied to become a noble, fair, respectful King; Roweth followed in this perfect path of greatness. Roweth knew the fairytale love of his parents, one that imbued the foundation for his own future family.
Time passes and Roweth meets the future love of his life; the mother of his children and the eventual Queen of Asnia – Zora. Childhood lovers, bound by a red string before they were even aware of their fates converging. While the budding romance of two teens begins, the future of the Calidus family grows in tandem; Ecca is pregnant with her second child, Roweth’s first sibling. A brother. A gift.
Indeed, the story seems fruitful in abundance of love, the beginnings of a great story.
But, happy endings truly are the stuff of fairytales.
Luther—still carrying a decade-long wound from his home—sets out to return to his birthplace, ready to face his merciless grandfather and seeking the approval he doesn’t need to acquire. However, he’s determined to spread the fiery warmth of his heart to the icy cold homeland of his people — the people who turned their backs on him. Luther was a good man, far too good. He assured his expecting wife and son that all would be well; his confidence was overstated and undercut when they arrived.
That was the day everything changed.
Upon arrival, Luther pleaded his case to his estranged father, his former King. Presenting his pride and joy, Roweth; alongside his soulmate, Ecca. His expectations were great, always too much; Luther forgot the cruel, unforgiving man that he should have forgotten as his grandfather, but he could not. August was not forgiving, nay, he told his grandson that he would be left for dead, and dead he was not.
Thus, he took the decree into his own bloodless hands, commanding the execution of his grandson right in front of the eyes of his newly blossoming family. Terrified and in utter shock, all Ecca and Roweth could do was run, unable to retrieve the body of a husband and father; traumatized and horrified as they miraculously returned to Asnia without being hunted by the frozen monsters of the north.
Time doesn’t stop, not even for a grieving mother and wife; nor a mortified, emotionally scarred son. Ecca eventually gives birth to her beloved Rain, and while it’s a joyous time in and of itself, there is an overcast sadness that cannot be dispelled. Ecca tries to tell her youngest about the glory of their father, but Roweth refuses to partake. Once of age, Roweth and Zora marry, and soon they begin their own family to continue the name of Calidus in the way his father wished.
Three sons— the heir; Lucien, the wisdom; Arwyn, and the devil; Enys. Roweth focused less on being a father and more on being a King, which led to some strain in his familial relationships. He assigns his sons tasks to keep them busy and out of his hair, allowing them the freedom to use their royal cards to their benefit if it meant he could ignore what it’s like to be a father. Luther wanted him to be a king, so he will be one.
The tragedy never stopped. Roweth will soon come to understand that his birth was laced in red that was not from rich love, but rather from tainted blood. He had been unaware of the devil he’d been harboring in his home, born from his own bloodline and unchained to do whatever he saw fit. The cycle of trauma and heartbreak did not end, as more death and turmoil had struck his family. Enys, his youngest son, decided he wanted to return the lives of his brothers and mother to the one he called ‘his creator’ — It wasn’t Zora, it wasn’t Roweth, but rather something more sinister and dark. An evil that grows in the darkness and feeds off the destruction of others. Roweth had no idea of the infliction Enys carried, for he never took the time to care.
Karmic as it is, it appeared being a King isn’t the fate of Roweth’s afterall, but to be responsible for hunting down his own child to end the suffering he would yet inflict on others. Enys flees, snaking his way free from his destined demise by the hands of his King-father, leaving a trail of blood and disaster in his wake. Roweth follows, eventually finding proof that appears his last remaining son had ended his own life, or perished.
Roweth breathes a sigh of relief and considers his own life; what does he have to go back to? A crumbling kingdom, with no wife, no children. Only an aging mother and a brother who could never understand his strife.
His only option is to do exactly what his great grandfather did; turn his back on those he called family.
And so he wanders.
Alone.
Until he finds Mythris.
dutiful · compassionate · intelligent · protective · decisive · proud — Veloria
Veloria, the princess born with the makings of a Queen just like her mother; there is no denying the regal demeanour and heart of gold she possesses for not only her family, but the future of her people. Being a princess is not new to her, somehow, as if her fate was always to be forged in royalty and expectations of being a leader.
However, there is something more under the beauty and the poise, a long forgotten piece of a puzzle that has yet to be understood, but it’s embedded so deep within her being that she will eventually have no choice but to face it herself.
However, there is something more under the beauty and the poise, a long forgotten piece of a puzzle that has yet to be understood, but it’s embedded so deep within her being that she will eventually have no choice but to face it herself.
Enys — sly · hedonistic · charming · impish · egotistical
Enys comes to Mythris with fragmented memories; blurs of a past life and visions of evil merge together into a dangerous and volatile concoction. A velvet voice croons in his head, one he believes in the devil. A true believer and undying servant, his existence is to fulfill the demands of his true calling; the one he regards as his shepherd to this world.
