Yay! Another character for the screw up class!!Auric Colors: Orange (primary), Green (secondary), Black (tertiary).
Yay! Another character for the screw up class!!Auric Colors: Orange (primary), Green (secondary), Black (tertiary).
Ophelia knows her answer almost instantaneously, blue eyes shimmering and full lips quirking up into a confident smile, "When hiding with the orphans," she says, casting a look over at Lyssander who avoids her eyes with the roll of his eyes, "took my guards a week to finally find me," she fondly shares.
"The week I felt unsafest," Lyssander supplies, hiding the words under a muffled cough before he receives Ophelia's wink with something that borders fond disdain, another roll of his eyes following. "Any time before meeting her majesty would be a time I felt safe," Lyssander finally gives his own answer, the hint of a smile crossing his expression as Ophelia gasps quasi-offended for they both know the absolute lie told in that.
"The prelude to the Advent, bearing the ceremonial flag, blessing the Pond of Youth," Ophelia listed off her most hated responsibilities easily, not hiding her disdain for the traditions impressed upon her that she held no interest in. It was clear she could name many more, if only she was so reminded of it by Lyssander, but he could only nod at the mention some of the duties the princess had listed.
"The fast before the Advent and keeping O in check is a combination of horrors," was his only addition to it, then realising that he had only named two, of which one was disputed by the royalty whose hand swatted the back of his head, he added; "the harvest prayers are also hard to bear." which wasn't a real responsibility but still a nuisance because it came with another period of fasting and marches.
"The fasts," Ophelia exclaimed, groaning so loudly it might as well have been a roar.
"The prophecies," Lyssander added, his lips turning into a scowl as both Strill guardians throw their heads back, their voice morphing into one union as they groaned out their shared frustration;
"the prayers!"
"Studying," Ophelia says without hesitation, her eyes taking on a blank expression as she stares ahead of her, dazed at the prospect of more late-night studies she would have to suffer.
"Getting rid of her royal ignomarus," Lyssander smirks, before Ophelia threatens to sock a fist into his face, which he pretends to dodge. The fist never lands and the threat of violence doesn't come to fruition as Ophelia throws her chin up.
"Staying alive, you clutz," she bites to him, which Lyssander meets with an incedulous look as he throws his hands up, wordlessly telling her; 'and what is this? which the princess dismisses with the flick of her hand, "wouldn't last through a single procession, or a physical aptitude test designed for toddlers," Ophelia changes Lyssander answer, allowing no back-talk this time.
"Yes and yes, and my purpose is to not become a blight," Lyssander answers first for once, his words coming so rapid that even Ophelia has to take a moment to completely register them, this time her turn to roll her eyes at her morose counterpart.
"Yes, but we hold the design of our fate in our own hands, blight or not," Ophelia answers with conviction, her eyes narrowing at her dear friend who gives her a lazy smile that really looks more like a pull of his lips.
"Lyssander is the closest thing I have to a brother!" Ophelia shares with some enthusiasm, earning a gagging sound from Lyssander who wordlessly disagrees, but whose expression shows that he absolutely abhors the idea even more.
No, no real ones," Lyssander answers with a deep sigh, "the orphans of Stril were my siblings, of which O is no part of," he clarifies, his words putting special emphasis on Ophelia's exclusion who doesn't fight Lyssander on the claim for once, "in Ophelia's case it is for the best that she has none. The centre of attention would have shifted," Lyssander jests, distracting the blondine with the jab.
"Oh, you insufferable, I'm still older!" Ophelia retorts weakly, though both of them were glad for the vehement denial on Lyssander's part.
The jewellery box of the queen-mother was more like a treasury, uncontainable for a simple box, but filled to the brim with gems and minerals impossible to validate against a price.
There was the Lapis Lazuli that her mother had brought as part of her dowry, the blue and gold speckled mineral was supposed to represent the marriage between the kingdom of Stril and the tribes of Naragi.
Then there was the glowing Ruby stored within that was passed down amongst the heirs of Stril of which it was said that only the true heir of Stril could make it glow and warm. It would be a trial that Ophelia one day would have to go through.
And there was the sunstone, a mineral that was said to have come with Ophelia when she was born out of her mother's womb. The absolute proof that she was Stril's daughter and the reincarnation of the first.
But Ophelia's favourite stone was the flat cooling blue disc that Lyssander had given her after that the guards had found her amongst the orphans. He had claimed that it was his greatest treasure, his parents' legacy even if he didn't know his parents and he had given it to her, so that they could find one another once more. They had found one another soon enough, but childishly Ophelia had stored the stone away in the treasury, even if she wasn't sure of its actual value.
What is the name of your home world?
"Stril is the kingdom citadel where,"
"Our world is known by many names, Stril being just a part of it. Some call it Naragi, after the misted lands in the east famed for its aquatic environments. Others call it Veer, for the illustrious dragons that once ruled the sky and still reside within the folds of our world. We," Lyssander had interjected the enthused explanation of Ophelia, placing special emphasis on the word 'we' as if to distinguish himself from the earlier mentioned groups, "we call its whole Sablier, of which Stril is the greatest kingdom and the strongest region of all. came Lyssander's solemn brief, almost text book to what their educators back home had taught the both of them.
What's the current state of your home world?
"Stril is doing wonderfully. As the strongest kingdom on the planes of Sablier the water tasted like honey and our maidens walk with gold in their braids trying to emulate the beauties of the throne. Even the poorest of Stril don't have to suffer for our harvests are plentiful and able to feed orphans, the sick, and the elderly," Ophelia started off in zeal, this time not stopped by Lyssander as she continued to beam in pride, "our relations with the tribes of Naragi are prosperous, with plenty of opportunity to venture into their misty lands and taste their riches and learn of their secrets, though it is a shame to say that Veer has sadly fallen for it has been a while since dragons have last been signalled," the princess continues, practically gleaming in pride as Lyssander has nothing more to add.
"Sablier is strong, standing on the axis of change with the return of their heir," is all he says, not positive nor negative in tone as his eyes rest on Ophelia, the one on whom the decision rests.
Choose one dominate and auxillary auric color (sans white, black, and brown) to designate to your home world.
Sablier as a whole would brim green, giving and caring for its inhabitants, but the individual folks and kingdoms vibe another colour. Stril in itself vibes orange, for its strong sense of innovation and collaboration, while the tribes of Naragi are often more inclined to vibe indigo, for the tribes are an intuitive folk that relies on their own perceived senses within the thick mists. The fierce people of Veer are said to have brandished a flaming red aura, having ruled the skies for eons before their disappearance.
One area stands out by its pure black energy, however, which is the area named Hell, a cursed area that none speak of and of which neither Lyssander or Ophelia know much of.
What stereotypical group-role does your character fit into? Where would they like to be instead, if they don't like where they fit currently?
Ophelia is the connector, the jock and the overachiever all in one. She is the popular friend within the group, the leader and the charismatic one that everyone naturally flocks towards to for guidance, and the one that brings all together.
Lyssander is the brain to Ophelia's brawn, the organiser to her chaos and in part, he is also her caretaker in that he ensures that Ophelia doesn't push herself too hard and too far as the heir of Stril and doesn't burn out before her time.
What major arcana tarot card best represents your character?
Ophelia is the Emperor of the major arcana, the leader, the powerful.
Lyssander is the magician, the odd duck of the bunch that cannot be missed for he has an essential role to play.
Do you know when to give up?
"No," Lyssander answers for Ophelia, to which the princess huffs and tries to argue against it, "no," Lyssander repeats again, this time as a command towards the princess as if telling her to not even attempt to talk-back.
"No?" Ophelia furrows her brows at that, her lips pursed as she tries to figure out how to fight against the single-worded denial.
It earns a smile from Lyssander whose brow quirks upwards as another single-worded response comes, "precisely," as if that explains it all, and in a way it does with how Ophelia continues to fight against Lyssander in a mental battle of wits.
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