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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Beach Event
Mention:
Interactions: Lorenzo @FunnyGuy
Appearance:Outfit, Hair style

“Gardening?” Ariella raised a brow. The Duke certainly held many surprising attributes, but she still had a hard time seeing why her mother loathed him as much as she does. “ I’d love to hear more about your interests there, Mother never allowed me to garden because a lady should never have dirt under her nails” Ariella mocked.

As they arrived at the blanket Ariella offered everyone a nervous smile not wanting to interrupt their current conversations. She also grabbed a sandwich and some other refreshments that were laid out before heading back toward the water.

As Lorenzo and Ariella walked she unwrapped her sandwich and took a bite, she didn't realize just how hungry she was. It was refreshing. Taking in a breath she looked over at Lorenzo “ Like I said, it won't taste great but you’ll be feeling a lot better at least until tomorrow. Hopefully by then your stomach has had some time to settle.” Taking another bite she tried to change the topic from his stomach problems. “ So the dinner certainly was interesting, how are you after that entire show?”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Tea Party
Time: Sola 23
Mentions: Charlotte@princess, Wulfric@silverpaw, Roman@sword
Shoes
Hair
Neckless
Gown
Parasol

Violet finished writing her letter to Roman just as Wulfric arrived. Sealing the envelope she handed it to the attendant. Scurrying off once again, the attendant left knowing exactly where to deliver the letter.

Wulfric’s voice alerted her to his return as she offered him a slight nod of understanding. “Yes, Of course. I know all about family disruptions,” she said referencing the fight she just had with her parents.

“You know, I did notice some guests giving you strange looks. Do you have a sixth sense for such things now?”

Letting out a short sigh, Violet replied with a sense of frustration. “ Although I cannot see Prince Wulfric, I am not stupid. I can hear the whisperings and feel the discomfort of my presence. It has nothing to do with a sixth sense but rather when you become the jester in a crowd of people you start to pick up on it.” Reaching for her cup and tea she found it with ease as she took a small sip. “Yes, I suppose you are correct. However, it is interesting how I am the injured one, and yet no one besides Lord Ravenwood has been interested in checking into my welfare. People would rather mock and whisper about what may or may not have happened.” Taking another sip of her tea, Violet leaned forward and placed it on the saucer.

Turning her attention towards Wulfric, her crimson eyes fixating on him.” So far Charlotte and yourself have been brave enough to try and pull information out of me. For what I have yet to understand; However, I am certain you have your motives as does she. Those motives not being my well-being but your morbid curiosity I assume.” She leaned back in her chair once again. “ But please, correct me if I am wrong. “ she offered a rather fake smile being sure to not reveal the secrets that lay behind it.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Beach Event
Mention:
Interactions: Lorenzo @FunnyGuy
Appearance:Outfit, Hair style

Ariella felt a look of confusion on her face as he referred to her as Lottie, she imagined he was confusing her with Charlotte. It wasn’t until the Duke's eyes met with hers that the look of confusion softened to a smile.

She nodded as he said her name “ Yes, Lady Ariella Edwards.” she smiled.

“Where are my manners? I'm extremely grateful for-”

Ariella shook her head “ Oh, you don’t need to repay me … I normally just carry some herbs and such for cuts and scrapes. Just so happens they are also good for upset stomachs” Her eyes widened slightly as he snapped the band on his speedo as she didn’t realize just how revealing his swim outfit was. Awkwardly Ariella adverted her gaze as he started to stand up, nodding at his suggestion for the walk.

She stood up and walked alongside him, carrying her shoes in her hands still as her feet continued to sink into the sand.

She looked up to see the large group laughing and conversating. She looked back over at Lorenzo “ Do you find yourself on many beaches lately, Duke Vienka?” she asked curiously. She had heard some terrible things about the man in fact it was one of her mother's favorite pass times. Ariella never held the same distaste for people. She always stood in the mindset that each person deserved a chance to show who they were and her mother's notion of people tended to be incorrect for the most part.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Tea Party
Time: Sola 23
Mentions: Roman @ReusableSword Prince Wulfric @SilverPaw
Shoes
Hair
Neckless
Gown
Parasol

The air hung heavy with the scent of roses and secrets as the guests continued to filter into the event. Violet carefully reached for the tea that the attendant had arranged before her. Her long, pale fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the cup to her lips, unsure of how her palate might react to the drink. Sipping the soft, floral tea, she found it lacking, neither satisfying nor quenching her. With a hint of disappointment, she set the cup back on her plate, crimson lips stained with a smile that concealed her true nature.

Her attention shifted to Prince Wulfric, probing for answers she was not yet ready to reveal. As he sought factual information, Violet's guard surged, the shadows within her growing darker and more enigmatic. Suspicion loomed in her crimson eyes as she pondered his intentions, detecting no clear purpose behind his inquiries. It was as if he sought to wield the knowledge he sought as a weapon—a weapon that might be turned against her, her family, or perhaps for something far more ominous.

A deadly dance of deceit played out within her mind as she weighed the consequences of divulging her secrets. She possessed knowledge that surpassed what most knew, but something didn't sit right in her mind. Her instincts warned her to withhold her truths, for sharing them might lead to devastation and chaos and she wasn’t ready for that.

Yet.

Amidst the dimly lit garden, the King's speech was interrupted once more by Prince Callum's commentary, providing Violet with a moment of silence to carefully choose her words. With an air of detachment, she thought of how to reply to Prince Wulfric, trying to conceal her unease.

The recent attack in the park had revealed that there were malevolent forces plotting against her, their motives shrouded in uncertainty. Violet considered the possibility that Prince Wulfric's suspicion of her father's enemies might hold some truth. However, the clues were but fragments of a puzzle, still leaving her wandering aimlessly in the shadows of her own past trying to find them.

“Yes, such a relief,” she said rather bluntly, her tone was void of much emotion. “ I can feel the relief of people as we speak,” she said sarcastically as the eyes of strangers still lingered on her, creating a sense of unease for Violet as she reached for her tea once again.

Before she could continue her conversation, he seemed to lose interest in her, captivated by his family's own squabbles. Violet couldn't help but feel an eerie sense of déjà vu as if this was not the first time he had abandoned a conversation prematurely.

Faking a smile as Prince Wulfric departed. “Of course, please enjoy your morning.”

Violet was left alone in the midst of the unsettling event. The people around her were a reminder of the temptation that haunted her. She took a breath, attempting to suppress her ravenous thirst for the sweet, coppery essence of life pulsing within them. She knew better than to indulge in such a feast in the presence of so many witnesses, but even then the idea of blood and another person. It caused an overwhelming sense of disgust to flood over her. Drawing a long sip from her tea, the taste of blood still lingered on her lips, teasing and tormenting her with its haunting flavor. Oh, how she craved more of it, It lingered in her belly like a quiet animal slumbering. She feared it may wake at some point and that stirred a lot of fear inside of her.

Could she control the beast that lurked, and did she even want to control it?

While sitting in contemplation, her lips still lingering against the teacup as she held it in her hand, her attendant returned back with a letter.

“ Lady Damien, This arrived for you earlier in the morning. I felt now would be the best time to share it.” He held it nervously in his hands as he fiddled with the edges of the sealed envelope. “ With your lack of - with your eyes…” he stuttered on his words unaware of how to delicately speak to her regarding her ailments.

“Yes, please just open it and read it to me if you don’t mind.” Violet interrupted the stuttering boy. He nodded and did as she asked opening it up and unfolding the letter inside.

Romans Letter

“To Violet Damien,

I would like to invite you to our celebration of the Summer solstice this evening. At the western most part of Lover’s lake is where You can find me leading our ritual to my gods. I believe it may be something you would enjoy.

We can talk more if you like, I have been thinking about what you said the last we spoke. I don’t know what’s going on but I would like to help in any way I can even if it's just to be a kind shoulder to lean on.

Please don’t be discouraged, healing takes time and if you would allow me I will be there every step of the way.

Yours Truly,
Roman Ravenwood “

The boy paused as he read the last line, feeling slightly uncomfortable he awkwardly read it out loud however his voice dropped to a slight whisper in fear someone would overhear.

“P.S. Your scars are still beautiful and they don’t diminish your worth.”

A genuine smile spread on her lips as the boy set the letter on the table beside her teacup. Violet placed a hand on the letter securing it by putting it inside the small bag that she had around her hip. Her mood seemed to change slightly but faded as she remember that ball she would need to attend.

She wondered if Lord Ravenwood would attend her father's event or if she would need to somehow sneak away. Either way, she would find a way to see her friend.

“Please fetch me a paper and a quill so I may respond, would you mind delivering this letter to someone who can be sure Lord Ravenwood would receive it?”

The boy nodded “ Yes Lady Damien” and with that, he scurried off.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Beach Event
Mention: Dali @Ojo chan 42 Farim @Lava Alckon Callum @Helo
Interactions: Lorenzo @FunnyGuy
Appearance:Outfit, Hair style

Ariella felt an overwhelming urge to submerge herself in the waters that stretched before her. The beach had been an elusive luxury in her life lately, and now, basking in the sun's warm embrace, she relished every moment. As the cold waves gently caressed her toes, a smile spread across her face, reflecting the pure joy she experienced.

Her recent time spent with Callum had sparked new thoughts, causing her to question her definition of home.

The manor, though always referred to as her home, suddenly felt like an empty title. While the chill of the water seemed to call to her, inviting her to return to its depths, as if the very elements of the world were urging her to embrace her true home. She felt at ease amidst nature's raw elements and nothing had really come close to it.

Lost in her thoughts, Ariella was brought back to reality by the sound of Dali's voice behind her. Although she respected the man, he could be a handful, especially so early in the morning. Ignoring his call, she practiced the art of appearing oblivious, a skill her mother had taught her on a few occasions.

Kneeling by the gentle tide, Ariella felt the sand slipping through her fingers with each ebb and flow of the waves. Doubts gnawed at her, wondering if her plan was wise. The spell she intended to cast was simple, but it still could alter memories. Although the magic itself was complicated people forgot things all the time. All she needed to do was make her forget the small events from that day so Ari could keep on being herself.

and keep returning to her home.

Grasping her shoes, Ariella decided to venture towards a cluster of people, spotting Duke Vikena seated in the sand, a hint of fear etched on his face as he seemed to mutter to himself.

Her mother's past with the duke was common knowledge, and though she held no fondness for him, she wondered if anyone truly mattered to her – perhaps her father's wealth and her own reflection were her only true concerns.

Approaching the duke cautiously, Ariella stopped beside him and offered a warm smile,her voice tinged with genuine concern. "Are you doing alright, Duke Vikena?" she inquired curiously. “You don't look so well…” her voice dropped to near a whisper. However, the long she stayed the longer the smell rose to her nose.

Eyes widening slightly Ariella could tell the Duke was certainly struggling with something. She reached into the small bag that hung around her waist and pulled out a satchel. It smelts strongly of herbs and spices as she reached down and extended it out towards the Duke. “ If you use this in some freshwater you will feel much better…It just won’t taste great but I promise it works.”

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Tea Party
Time: Sola 23
Mentions: Prince Callum @Helo
Interactions: Prince Wulfric @SilverPaw
Shoes
Hair
Neckless
Gown
Parasol

Violet's level of comfort continued to drain as she could feel the discomfort rising within her chest. Likely more eyes on her and she was certain more whispers as well. She couldn’t blame them, she would likely feel the same if she had to look at herself. Perhaps she should be thankful that she couldn’t.

She was taken aback by Prince Wulfric's remark about her attackers. Did he possess knowledge of the vicious attack she had suffered in the park? Or was he perhaps alluding to her death itself? The uncertainty of his intentions weighed heavily on her thoughts, adding to the labyrinth of emotions that entangled her mind.

Despite her mother's stories, Violet remained oblivious to the identity of her assailants. She only knew of the haunting result - her new form, a cursed existence. A chilling idea emerged within her, one she dared not utter aloud: seeking out those who had wronged her and taking her vengeance in a ghastly, vampiric manner. The scent of blood tickled her nose and she had to pull herself back.

“Attackers?” Violet said, her voice low in tone to match his. “ I wouldn’t think of a Prince being interested in the gossip columns and whispers of bored nobles.” She restrained herself from voicing the raw truth that danced on her lips, opting instead to hide behind a facade of deception while resenting the tales woven around her. Her true feelings certainly weren’t masked in her tone as she spoke.

Suddenly, a jarring trumpet blared through the hall, causing Violet to flinch. The sound invaded her sensitive ears, a consequence of her loss of sight. She winced, holding her hand up to her ear as if trying to shield herself from the auditory assault. Attempting to lighten the mood, she tried to jest about her heightened hearing, but the pain etched on her face betrayed the truth.

“ What-Sorry? … I can’t hear you after that assault to my ear.” she said jokingly. “ Since my eyesight has left me, my hearing has become rather sensitive. The doctor said something about when people lose their eyes sights the other sights kick in to compensate. “

The boy on her arm helped steady her before resuming his formation on her arm.

“I am not sure I’d consider blasting a very out-of-tune trumpet into your guest's ears as a form of entertainment, but I suppose to each their own.”

She took a short pause to nod, giving the attendant a nod as well as he lead the way to a table towards a shaded area of the event. The boy pulled out of her seat, touching her shoulder gently to guide her down to the chair. Violet sat under the shade of a rather large tree, feeling comfortable enough to collapse her parasol and rest it against her chair. The relief from having to hold it for so long felt pleasant. The boy seeing Violet had settled, moved back away from her just enough to see her but not enough to intrude on any conversation.

“ I am curious to know where you got your information from Prince Wulfric, regarding my injury that is." she said rather bluntly, bringing them back to their original conversation.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Sola 22; time skip collab Ari & Cal part 1

Ariella & Callum

Mentions:Farim[@Lavaboi] : Anastasia @Princess

Rumors spread fast in Sorian, even without the gossip papers being passed out. It wasn’t long before Callum heard all about how he’d been seen sneaking around the woods with Ariella. He knew that family well enough to know that was causing trouble for Ari, mostly his fault since he was the one with guards watching him all the time. Despite how bad yesterday had felt, Ari was the bright point, she had taken the time to cheer him up and shared her personal oasis with him. He wasn’t sure how to return that; he spent most of his time in the palace library or a tavern. It couldn’t be the tavern, the longer he was there the more he’d drink and the worse he’d be. Hanging out in the palace library would also mean at least one guard staring at him the entire time which made him cringe just to think about it.

So there was a lot of pacing. A lot of writing letters that got crumpled up, tossed in the fireplace, and burned. He couldn’t figure out why he was feeling this awkward just trying to write a letter alone in his room but a couple of drinks eased the feeling. He settled on the space observatory; it didn’t seem like anyone could turn that into a scandal and the mandatory guards could watch him well enough from a distance.

Sorian’s space observatory was opened for summer tours, what better way to impress all their guest than by showing off their new telescope? The large dome-roofed tower was an impressive sight in itself. Large windows, a massive skylight, and all manner of astronomy instruments and models inside. It felt a lot like a public library, a place of knowledge and insight, and its doors were opened to anyone who wanted to venture in. Right around sunset, as the bright colors from the day began to fade into dark hues of blue, Callum paced around the entrance of the space observatory.

Ari had received a letter from Callum the morning after the explosive fight with her parents. It couldn’t have come at a better time but also couldn’t have been worse either. Thankfully many of the help around the manor were partial to Ari over her parents so when the letter arrived with a seal and her name on it they hid it rather well. Having snuck the letter to Ari, she opened it uncertain of who it may be from.

The letter appeared as if it were written in a hurry or perhaps nerves as the writing seemed scribbled and rather quick handed. The letter was simple just normal pleasantries and a request to meet at the Space observatory. It was signed by Callum.

Ari didn’t waste much time, thankfully for her all the pruning and outfit changes had been done much earlier in the day. She headed off to the meet-up spot with the letter in tow nervous that perhaps something was wrong. She couldn’t help but wonder if the rumors had reached him, they had already reached her parents so it wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. Ariella started to nervous now.

As she walked towards the building she was greeted by the sight of Callum pacing around the front. She walked up nervously, the thoughts of what he may have heard spinning around as she expected another explosive conversation.

“Hello..” she said her voice soft as she tried to gauge the atmosphere of this meeting. “ I hope I’m not late.”

“Ari!” Callum’s smile lit up, she didn’t look mad at him, so he offered an explanation. “Apparently someone saw us going out to the woods. That’s probably my fault,” he paused to point out exactly where a handful of guards were standing around watching him. “They follow me everywhere now, it’s very dramatic. Anyway, I am sorry if these rumors caused you any trouble but I wanted to check in and see if you wanted to look at stars with me.”

Ariella's shoulders relaxed as she felt a breath escape her lips. She had been so nervous riding up here she thought he was going to be upset with her.

His smile and the way he said her name so excitedly made a smile appear on her face aswell, matching his own energy. It was refreshing to have someone excited to see her. “Yes…The news has traveled and I got an earful about it last night. They also found my - collection. They were accusing me of all sorts of things. However, I just told them it was some random man I met at a bar, I didn’t feel it right to drag your name into all of that. she waved her hand around “ Lets save that conversation for later though, I would love to look at the stars!” She took a second to take in her surroundings “I’ve actually never been here before, the building is beautiful.”

“They know about the book…club?” He asked with a noticeable pause between the two words, wondering if her parents had gotten their hands on Starcatcher. If they had, even if they didn’t suspect Ari was using that book it would be bad. And if they did suspect Ari was using that book it would be a lot worse than just bad.

“Right, stars, I’ve been here a couple of times, it’s pretty great. Probably not as great as your spot and we definitely have to wear shoes but much less stuffy than Prince’s Court or fancy balls.” He gestured to the tower and lead them both inside.

Inside the observatory were several bookshelves dedicated solely to astronomy. The walls not adorned with large windows were decorated with star charts and paintings of the night sky. Models of faraway moons and planets dangled from the ceiling just out of reach for even the tallest visitors. Smaller telescopes sat around the windows and people lined up to look through them. A twisting staircase led up to a much larger telescope, probably not the best in world as the many liked to claim, but the finest in Caesonia.

“So I heard from Farim you guys had a very eventful dinner.”

Ariella followed beside Callum taking in the beauty of the building. Her eyes lit up at the copious amounts of books with beautiful bindings and engravings on the spines and they sat neatly on their shelves. “ They don’t know about the book club..no” she said as she continued to look around. “Thankfully it was all the other things they found just some beautiful plants and such.” She tried to keep it as vague as possible knowing he would likely pick up on it. “ They thought that something regarding the book club was taking place however, it's why I kept your name far away from it…Although, I will be doing a lot of reading soon. “

“I appreciate that, but feel free to drag me into it if I can help.” Cal offered. “All for one, one for all, right?”

She took a long sigh, the whole situation got so out of hand so quickly that Ari still had yet to make any sense of the matter. She was in survival mode during that whole conversation trying to find a way out of it, however now she was trying to find a solution to a growing problem and using Starcatcher was likely her only option.

“ It is a beautiful spot, thank you for showing me. I’ve been put in a shoe-wearing prison though so I suppose it's alright. “ She offered him a smile. “ I’ve been told that if I'm caught without them any time soon I will likely not be seeing the sunshine for a long time after that.” Ari’s voice dropped as she told him. Feeling that connection was what kept her going and to lose that would be a painful death sentence to her.

Ari walked over to one of the telescopes and looked through it, although the sun hadn’t gone down enough to see many of the stars it was still rather magical just the views that could be seen from this place.

“A shoe-wearing prison?” He repeated the odd punishment aloud, wrapping his head around how upsetting that would be for Ari. “Do you think they’d make an exception if say, a prince stopped by, with his very intimidating babysitters who would certainly be making sure nothing shady was happening, personally asked if you could go barefoot hiking with him?” He wondered out loud, and he knew enough about Dutchess Edwards to know that the look on her face when presented with such a request would be priceless.

Ari bit back a chuckle as she continued to look through the telescope. “ I know it may sound silly…” she said regarding her shoe situation. “It's the only real escape I have…” She pulled back from the telescope and offered him a smile “ However, I think that would really put her in her place, I would love to see the shock - “ she giggled slightly at the thought of her mothers faces. “I really couldn’t ask that of you there is already so much heat on me because of the book club that I really would be worried if somehow that was brought onto you.” Her voice was genuine with concern. Her mother would run with any gossip she could get her hands on, twisting it in ways that Ariella never knew what the actual truth was.

“If it’s important to you, then it’s not silly. And you didn’t ask, I asked, to make sure it wouldn’t cause more trouble for you. I can handle the heat, but I think doing something even semi-normal with someone who isn’t nefarious, would draw heat off of me.” Cal pointed out, he took a moment to look through the telescope as well. He was certain his family would just love to hear that he was spending time with Lady Ariella Edwards, who came from the right sort of family, instead of drinking at the tavern or sneaking off to illegal parties. They could all think what they wanted and he could hang out with Ari who didn’t act like other nobles he knew and didn’t expect him to act either.

Ariella smiled trying to hide her excitement “ Alright, sounds like a plan.”
“ How are you doing by the way? Sitting here talking about me so much, are you doing alright with everything? Did you and Ana end up speaking? “ she asked curiously remembering that night in the tavern. “OH! Before I forget-” she jumped slightly before reaching into her bag that hung loosely around her side. She pulled out a book that appeared to be well-read. She handed it out towards him, the cover would feel familiar as the book was the one she was reading in the Tavern that same night. “ I promised to share it with you when I was finished. Maybe you would be interested in a read…” She smiled at Cal with a grin.

“The tragedy?” He asked, excited as he accepted the gift. Callum felt the slight wear on the spine and the pages that had lost their crispness and softened from all the times they had been flipped through. Not a new book, one that had been well loved and read more than once since its printing, elevating it from just an object to a cherished object. “Thank you, I’ll read it soon.” He promised.

” You’re welcome. It had a nice ending actually…was surprised.” She pulled back from the telescope and shifted her focus back toward Callum.

“And I haven’t talked to Ana, not sure I really want to.” He admitted. “Why? Did she say something to you?

Avalia

Sirena

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Sirena "Rini"✰Age unknown✰Female✰Winter fairy ☽ Dark Fariy

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☽✰Appearance✰☾

☽Height☾

5’3

☽Build☾

Slim and frail

☽Hair Color☾

White like snow

☽Hair Length☾

Extra long, goes down to the bottom of her back

☽Eye Color☾

Ice blue

☽Skin Tone☾

Pale

☽Distinguishing features☾

Her white hair and blue eyes were a mutation from the torture she received. She originally had dark black hair and vibrant hazel eyes. A lightly faded scar goes across her left eye

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☽✰Psychology✰☾

☽Likes☾

☽Bugs☾
☽Warmth/sun/heat☾
☽Nature☾
☽Big open spaces☾

☽Fears☾

☽Water/Swimming/Submerging in liquids☾
☽Cold/Winter☾
☽Nighttime/darkness☾

☽Habits/Quirks☾

☽Talks to ghosts☾
☽Can see spirits/ghosts☾
☽Tends to daydream a lot☾
☽Can turn useless junk into useful items☾
☽Refuses to wear shoes☾

Sexuality:

☽Straight☾

☽Personality☾

☽Due to her traumatic past and the haunting presence of ghosts, Sirena's treatment of people around her is marked by a deep-seated fear and apprehension. The torment she endured as a child has left her emotionally scarred, making it difficult for her to trust others and form meaningful connections. Sirena's interactions with people are often guarded and distant, as she struggles with the constant fear of being hurt or betrayed. The darkness, a reminder of her past horrors, intensifies her anxiety, causing her to withdraw further. Despite her fear, there remains a flicker of empathy within Sirena's heart, as she recognizes the pain and suffering in others, mirroring her own torment. However, the ghosts that accompany her serve as a constant reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows, reinforcing her hesitance to fully embrace those around her.

Her encounters with people often trigger a heightened sense of fear and unease, causing her to instinctively withdraw and remain guarded. In situations where she feels threatened or unsafe, Sirena's natural survival instincts kick in, allowing her to become adept at tracking individuals and blending into her surroundings, effectively hiding in plain sight. While she is not inherently a fighter, her experiences have taught her to be resourceful and to defend herself when necessary. On rare occasions, she may reluctantly wield a dagger, relying on her agility and quick thinking to protect herself. Nevertheless, her aversion to violence remains, as she understands the pain it inflicts all too well. Sirena's reactions are often driven by a desire to evade danger and find solace in solitude.

Sirena's mind is a complex labyrinth of shattered memories, lingering trauma, and the constant presence of spectral whispers. Her thoughts are often clouded by the haunting echoes of her past, causing her to experience bouts of anxiety, paranoia, and a perpetual sense of unease. Her interactions with the living world are tinged with apprehension, as she carries the weight of her past torment, making it challenging for her to trust or form deep connections. Sirena's thinking is marked by a heightened awareness of her surroundings, always on guard for potential threats. While her mind may be plagued by darkness, there exists a glimmer of resilience and a flicker of empathy, reminding her of her own vulnerability and the pain she endured. Sirena's thoughts often oscillate between a longing for a sense of purpose and family and a constant battle against the haunting demons that reside within her own psyche.☾

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☽✰Background✰☾

☽Occupation☾

Sirena scours the darkest and most forgotten corners of the world, unearthing hidden treasures and peculiar objects. Sirena's unique abilities and resourcefulness allow her to transform seemingly worthless items into useful tools or curiosities, catering to the desires of those who seek them. Despite her own inner turmoil, Sirena's expertise in procuring and repurposing these rare finds grants her a simple living.

☽Living Immediate Family Members☾

Unknown

☽Dead Immediate Family Members☾

Unknown

☽Current Companions☾

none

☽Current and Past Lover(s)☾

None

☽Current Equipment☾

☽A handmade bow and arrows inside a quiver
☽A small dagger.
☽Dimensional Bag - This Magical bag has an interior space considerably larger than its outside dimensions, roughly 2 feet in diameter at the mouth and 4 feet deep. The bag can hold up to 500 pounds, not exceeding a volume of 64 cubic feet. The bag weighs 15 pounds, regardless of its contents.
☽A satchel of herbs
☽A satchel of little rocks/metal scraps/twine

☽History☾
☽Sirena was once a winter fairy who was vibrant, energetic, and full of life. She loved magic and was eager to grow up into a beautiful fairy. She had loving parents and a warm home, she was safe and protected.

However, Sirena was snatched when she was a child by the minions of Zalthraxis. While in Zalthraxis's clutches, Sirena became a victim of relentless torture. His minions subjected her to unspeakable horrors, their sadistic actions leaving indelible scars upon her body, mind, and soul. The pain and suffering were so intense that her once vibrant hair turned stark white, and her once expressive eyes transformed into an icy blue hue, mirroring the coldness that had been forced upon her.

As the torment wore on, Sirena's fragile mind crumbled under the weight of her anguish. The incessant abuse caused her to spiral into a state of madness, disconnecting her from reality.

In her fractured state, she found herself able to see and communicate with the tormented spirits that were trapped between worlds. Ghostly apparitions and anguished souls became a constant presence, their haunting whispers and sorrowful cries forever echoing in her ears.
Yet, Sirena's life was a tragic symphony of sorrow. The ghosts that plagued her every step, their presence an inescapable reminder of her tortured past, continued to haunt her relentlessly. They whispered tales of lost loves, broken dreams, and unfulfilled desires, their spectral presence serving as a constant torment, driving her further into the depths of her own madness.

Life after the torture Sirena was left broken and lost, forced to navigate a world that felt alien and cruel. The scars of her past torments left her incapable of trusting others, and she found solace in the shadows, living on the streets and scraping by in the most meager of ways.

In her desperate struggle to survive, Sirena discovered an unlikely talent for scavenging and unearthing forgotten treasures from the darkest corners of the world. She ventured into abandoned ruins, cursed forests, and desolate catacombs, scouring these forsaken places in search of trinkets and artifacts. She became a wandering merchant, selling these eerie finds to those who dared seek her out, often attracting those who were drawn to the mysteries of the occult.☾

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☽Combat and Magic Stat☾

☽Fitness Level☾

☽Weak

☽Quick on her feet

☽Can contort her body

☽Weaknesses☾

☽Darkness

☽Winter/Frost Magic

☽Physical combat

☽Best Abilities☾

Necrosis, however, is afraid of her own magic. She has strong abilities to perform Necrosis because of the sheer amount of torture she endured. So although the magic is strong, out of fear she doesn't use it unless she felt there was no choice or a situational reason happened.

☽Physical Stats☾

☽Strength: ⬤◯◯◯◯
☽Ground Speed:⬤⬤⬤◯◯
☽Stamina: ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
☽Dexterity:⬤⬤⬤◯◯
☽Durability: ⬤◯◯◯◯

☽Combat Stats☾

☽Hand-to-hand Combat:⬤⬤◯◯◯

☽Magic Stats☾

☽Zoolingualism:⬤⬤⬤⬤◯
☽Necrosis: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤
☽Erebokinesis ⬤⬤⬤◯◯
☽Cryokinesis:⬤⬤◯◯◯

Avalia

☽Location☾ Port Vanarosa
☽Time☾ Morning
☽Mentions☾ None

☽Sirenas Voices (what she hears)☾

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☽Bits and Bobs Shop☾

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Time had faded since her previous visit, Sirena had been in Port Vanarosa for at least a month. Seeking solace in the seedier corners of towns, cities, and ports, she catered to the shady characters, offering an array of items acquired through chance discoveries, brazen thefts, or her own craftsmanship. A delicate dance with hiding in the shadows sustained her, affording sustenance and means of travel, while her uncanny knack for blending with unusual hideaways ensured safe passage when necessary. Decrepit barns and abandoned buildings sheltered her during her travels. If something was not suitable, Sirena would find solace within the woods safe away from the towns.

Yet, traversing treacherous paths came as an expected burden for Sirena. Alone, she wandered through realms, burdened by her very nature as a dark fairy. Her existence attracted hate and loathing. Verbal onslaughts, projectiles hurled with disdain, and physical assaults became the theme of her journey, staining her days and nights with anguish both in pain and loneliness.

And this time was no different.

The break of dawn offered a fleeting reprieve from the nightmarish shadows that enveloped her world. As the first rays of sunlight penetrated the stable's splintered wooden planks, its feeble glow caressed Sirena's delicate features. Her moon-struck hair, glowed its white glow as her pale skin nearly blended into her white dress. She wore a black cloak that hugged her body tightly was the cold night air. Her head rested upon a modest mound of hay, her eyes tracing the spectral dance of light as it ascended, casting a sense of hope. In this brief moment, the clamor of her restless mind dulled, granting her a semblance of peace.

As the sun ascended, its light cascaded over Sirena's emaciated form, illuminating the stains of blood that stained her tattered dress. As the stream of light traveled, it unveiled a crimson gash, etched upon her swollen lips, as a reminder of the night's event. The mottled hues of black and purple painted her bruised face, the fresh wounds adorning her right eye.

The night prior, as Sirena concluded her shop for the evening, a feeling of darkness engulfed her surroundings, invoking the presence of things not welcomed.

The nocturnal hours, once a veil of serenity, became a reminder of murmurs and unseen terrors. Seeking relief from the voices and visions that plagued her, she sought solace in a tavern, where copious amounts of ale became her refuge—a means to silence the chaos in her mind, to lull herself to sleep. It was a habit she had acquired, a ritual born out of necessity.

Having enjoyed her evening deeply, she stumbled back toward her current home, the barn that had briefly become her sanctuary, only to encounter a group of men on her way.

Like a sack of potatoes, they tossed her about callously, their bully-like behavior escalating into a sickeningly personal assault. The limits of her welcome had been met; it was time to flee. The men continued to kick and punch her. It wasn’t until she collapsed to her knees that they decided to leave out of fear of being caught…

Suppressing the night's haunting memories, Sirena hastily gathered her possessions, her mind now fixed upon leaving. If she could reach the docks before the light fully claimed the sky, her chances of boarding a ship and finding refuge in its hidden recesses would increase. The art of sailing had become an unwritten expertise of hers, as her presence remained undiscovered to this point. Her comfort in voyages grew, disembarking at ports and lingering until her instincts summoned her onward. It was then that Sirena would find a new ship to board, stowing herself away for weeks. She would be active while the crew slept, creeping around to find food and other things she needed, returning back to the original place before anyone would notice.

Nearing the docks, she moved with thought as she tried to draw little attention to herself as her gaze, a calculating dance, began assessing the vessels tethered within the docks. Amidst the shadows, her eyes fell upon the Saltrunner—an imposing craft that exuded an aura of dormant power. Its seemingly vacant deck and lack of a vigilant crew presented an opportunity too enticing to ignore. Silently melding into the obscurity of her surroundings, Sirena slipped aboard the ship, her cloak shrouding her form, rendering her almost unnoticeable.

Finding her way under a staircase, She slipped under them covering herself with her cloak so as to not be seen. Her nervous breath intertwined with the salt-tinged air that hung heavy around her. But as the stillness draped her like a shroud, a chilling voice emerged, an ethereal whisper that clawed its way into her consciousness. "Sirena... Suuuuuuhhhh-reeeeeeee-naaaaaaaa," it slithered, tormenting her senses, compelling her to recoil, to fold in upon herself, seeking refuge within the sanctuary of her own knees as she rested her chin on them.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she waited.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Ariella Edwards & Yosri Dali Kadir

Dali's outfit

Ariella woke up early, her mind heavy with the events of the previous night. Hoping for a restful sleep, she had expected the morning to bring clarity, but instead, it only added fog to her thoughts. As the day began, her handmaids meticulously attended to her, tending to every aspect of her physical appearance - plucking, shaving, trimming, and moisturizing - all under the watchful eye of her mother, who insisted on such rituals.

Throughout the entire process, Ariella's mind was consumed by one thought: her mother's newly imposed rule forbidding her from venturing anywhere, particularly without wearing shoes.

This restriction threatened to sever her deep connection to nature, something she cherished dearly. Defiance welled up within her, a determination to preserve that connection at any cost. Even if someone were to forcibly remove her feet, she would likely find another way. That fact was not going to change.

The afternoon spent with Callum reinforced the importance of staying true to herself. It seemed he understood the significance of that connection. Ariella had temporarily set aside her magical studies out of fear, but now she saw them as a refuge from the suffocating societal expectations imposed by her family. She felt fortunate that her family believed her story, sparing Callum from any repercussions. However, the morning paper had cast doubt on their encounter, falsely claiming that he had been the gentleman she had accompanied through the gardens. Ariella knew her family would never believe that she had been alone with a prince. She had chosen not to disclose the truth to protect Callum, even if it meant enduring less pressure at home, or what she hesitated to call "home."

With the sun barely peeking over the horizon, Ariella discreetly slipped out of her manor. Today's agenda was uncertain, but she had set her sights on the beach. The irresistible thought of spending an afternoon with her toes in the water, without societal judgment, tugged at her.

Lost in her thought she walked, oblivious to her surroundings, until she collided with a large stranger. The impact jolted her, her foot entangled in her dress, and she stumbled. Grasping for support, she instinctively reached out and found herself steadied by the stranger's arm. It was only when her balance was restored that she fully realized what had transpired.

"Oh! I am so sorry!" Ariella exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic as she tried to the identity of the person she had nearly knocked over.

"I got you" Dali said surprised as the woman that had bumped into him, came to a crash. Destination, face first on the gravel road. Luckily she managed to find the arm he had moved towards her, in an effort to catch the red haired beauty.

The morning had been such an temptingly beautiful one, Dali just had to get out for a morning walk to the beach. That, and he probably get an playfull lecture from his brother at breakfast, for the rather special herbs he had mixed into his brothers water pipe. Dali hoped Farim was able to smell colours and taste scents at one point. His stif brother needed to relaxe every now and then. So , deciding to postpone the lecture or even make him forget it, Dali left his room.

The wind blowing in his back, the gods walking besides him. His every step closer to the goal they had intended for him to find today. And it seemed his goal came in the shape of a lady. One with the same features of his beloved mother. Green eye's as piercing as emeralds, and blazing hair. As red as dragon fire.

Her face had collided head first with his bare chest. He was not really dressed for formal occasions. Since he did not plan to attend one. He walked on bare feet, his shoes stuffed in the small duffle bag he wore on his back. Years of traveling like this had made it a habit to walk as such. It felt better, closer to the gods in a way.

"Inshalla, your feet are walking a few steps ahead from your mind" he smiled and helped her find her balance, before letting go of her. The lady in question wore fine clothing, the best of silks and took great care of her appearance. She reminded him a little bit of a well loved doll.

Ariella let out a nervous laugh “Ah..Yes…that is actually quite common for me.” she continued to nervously laugh “ So sorry about that, I must be half asleep still”

"no need to feel sorry,sayida" he called her lady as he felt he should. He had gotten some etiquette lessons, and he had remembered some of them. Not much, but somethings he did. His mother would scold him for behaving improper. He laughed silently, since he normally did not care for such things. But her appearance reminded him to much of his mother, not to remember her words.

"sayida, are you alright? You bumped into me with quite a step to your pace. You didn't hurt your nose?" and without thinking he went to check her nose. Touching it to see of she would show a sign of pain. If she did, he would take her to a doctor. He was a Fakir, it was quite normal for him to help. Dali just forgot to remember, here… he wasn't really a spiritual leader to her people. He was probably just a strange man touching a ladies nose in her eyes.


Ariella looked at the shirtless man as her eyes widened, her normally pale complexion turning a rather bright shade of red as she realized who she had just bumped into. Although she had not met him yet, she assumed this had to be the last of the brothers from Alidasht.

“Oh-I am…um..” she stumbled on her words as she caught her balance once more. She froze as all of a sudden the strange large man was checking her nose. Her eyes crossed as she stared at him confused, too stunned to even move.

As he continued to inspect her nose her eyes darted around before talking a small step back. She offered him a smile so as to not be rude but the strange nose inspecting , bare chested, shoeless man was not what she expected to run into this morning.

“ Thank you, I am quite alright … I think my nose will live another day” she said and shrugged jokingly “ But i'm not much of a doctor.” She let the silence dance around them before a moment before she spoke again “ I wasn’t expecting anyone up this early, You must be Farims brother?” she asked uncertain however his attire seemed very Alidasht to her.

Dali pulled his hand back from her face, and adjusted his dufflebag. Pulling it back up his shoulder. He smiled as she mentioned his brother. Ah the headache he must feel waking up. The mischievous little brother in him, lived on.
"I do hope my brother has not told you to much about me" he said and took a step back. He gave her a slight bow, like that of a showman and took of a hat he was not even wearing.
"Yosri Dali, Kadir. Fakir of the free gods of Alidasht" he introduced himself and straightened his back again. His dufflebag had slid doen his shoulder yet again, and so he hoisted it back up.

"and what is the name of the desert rose I had the honor of meeting this morning?" he asked. The wind had pushed them together their was a meaning to their meeting here. "was the beach calling you you as it did to me?"

Ariella offered him a half smile as she awkwardly chuckled “ Actually, No mention of you. However he was rather occupied the time I saw him. “ Ariella couldn’t help but notice just how different all of the brothers were. Munir - Handsy , Farim - Political and Dali… well she hadn’t quite figured him out yet but his personality was certainly more free spirited then Farim. However, the three brothers certainly shared their way with words.

“ Ari -” she paused “ Ariella Edwards - Lady..Ariella Edwards.” she had a slip of the mind forgetting her titles once again. “Yes, I was heading towards the beach for the festivities. I couldn’t be bothered with sitting around sipping on tea, but I am always drawn towards the water. I couldn’t resist.”

She smiled seeing his bag that he continued to struggle with. It dawned on her that she hadn’t prepared anything to bring with her. Her mother had her so consumed with looking her best that the idea of the event being on the beach completely left her mind. Letting out a long exaggerated sigh she dropped her shoulders and looked back behind her.

“ I completely forgot to grab my stuff for the event as well…” she said with the sound of disappointment in her voice. “Oh well… I suppose it's just less to worry about” She turned her attention back to Dali. “ Are you here as well for the courting season? Or just enjoying the events?” she asked curiously as she hadn’t seen him around before.

"Water is the lifeline that keeps this entire world alive" Dali replied."To be drawn to it is only natural. The djins of this ocean must be calling to you" he touched his forhead again in respect for the djins of this place.
"there is an event here today? How intresting. I jsut arrived yesterday, so I was not aware of it"
Ariella mentioned having forgotten her belongings, so every helpfull Dali wanted to help her. "I have a blanket large enough for multiple people to sit on. If you would like, you are welcome to take a seat with me and family, if they appear today" Dali laughed audible as she mentioned the courting season.

"I am here, to flee the high expectations and to be out of sight. If I do happen to find the right person this season, so blessed be. The gods will surly hold someone for me. And if not, that is their will. Inshalla" he motioned with his hand towards the beach.
" Ariella Sayide. Will you walk with me to the oceans blue glitters?"

Ariella blinked a few times Is this guy for real? it wasn’t bad per say but he was certainly quite the character. “ Yes, there is a beach event although I'm not sure how many may be there or what may even been planned but I guess we are about to find out.” she offered him a friendly smile.

“ It seems we are here for the same purpose. "She smiled again before nodding in agreeance “ Sure, maybe walking beside you will help me avoid bumping into any future guests” she joked.
"I shall valiantly deter any unwanted future guests" Dali jokingly replied
Ariella started to walk towards the event but with each step, her feet screamed in agony. She stopped abruptly. “ Sorry, one moment.” she said while reaching down for her shoes and aggressively tore them off her feet. Her mother be damned, she wasn’t wearing heels on a beach. “ Sorry I hate wearing shoes'' Ariella then started to march, this time with a more determined pace as she headed once again towards the event.

Dali followed her for a few steps, until she excused herself for a moment. She stepped out of her shoes. Dali asked himself why she had worn heels to the beach in the first place. He sighed as he had long ago stopped to try and understand the thoughts of highborn ladies. "as you can see, I am much the same. Though decorum demands I wear shoes, but when I can" Dali gave the young lady a small wink before continuing on his step. The djin felt closer to him this way, walking connected to the earth. The wind blowing softly as the djin he was closest to, rusted in his presence. There was a meaning to their meeting, Dali just had to figure out what it was.

"so, if I may ask. Are you here to participate in this courting season?" he asked her and smiled his eternal smile. Really, if he stopped smiling, one should become worried. She had asked him the same, so he assumed he could just ask this from the lady he had just met. "as Fakir, I enjoy these seasons. Young love, lots of troubled minds that need a moment to calm. It means I can help a lot of people feel better about themselves. Talk with new people and meet intresting new friends. That is all I want in life" he said and felt the need to stretch himself for a moment. "to help people and to make new friends"

Ariella shrugged “ I suppose we are all looking for companionship but I don't believe in just picking someone based on similar interests. I want..I hope for a friend an actual companion in life. “ She paused “ Thats not to say I wont find that through the courting season however many of us are forced to be here for one reason or another. “ She stood up straight and adjusted herself “ I am sure you will make many new friends here, Lots of lovely people will be attending this event I am sure.” she offered him a smile as they approached the beach. She caught a glimpse of all the faces chatting and already enjoying their time.

“ Well looks like we have arrived, I am going to dip my feet in the water before socializing” she offered him a curtsy with her shoes still in her hands “ It was a real pleasure meeting you, I am sure we will speak again amongst all the events”

"are you leaving me already?" Dali feigned sadness as Ariella said her goodbye to him. "what am I to do? In a strange place in a strange country. The first person I meet that is not family, decides to flee my companionship, a mere fiveteen minutes after we met"he placed his hand over his heart in a very dramatic way and tilted his head slightly back. Oh how Dali could be the drama queen when he wanted to be.
"please, do allow me to accompany you to the waterside" he said as he tilted his head back.
"you can introduce me to all your interesting friends sayida" Dali smiled as he followed her onto the beach. He looked around himself, trying to see if he found any familliar faces. He could swear he could see his brother in the distance. They would meet later,for now he was keen on meeting new people