( eva de dominici / 137 (looks 29) / she/her ) wait, is that AURELIA BRIARWOOD in the EMERALD ENCHANTED again? i heard through a grapevine, that the EARTH leaning high fae has been in town for 80 YEARS, and currently work as THE OWNER OF THE EMERALD ENCHANTED. some say she can be VAIN and HAUGHTY, but i thought she was actually CLEVER and POLITE.
THE FOREST WAS BEAUTIFUL MY HEAD WAS CLEAN AND CLEAR ALONE WITHOUT FEAR THE FOREST WAS SAFE I DANCED LIKE A BEAUTIFUL FOOL ONE TIME SOME TIME
NAME: Aesira Aurelia Briarwood NICKNAMES: Aurie, Relia, Reela, Lia ALIASES: Arianne, Annika, Ainsley AGE: 137 (appears 29) DATE OF BIRTH: October 27th, 1888 ZODIAC: Scorpio ☼ | Leo ☾ | Gemini ↑ PLACE OF BIRTH: A forest on the border between Italy & Switzerland GENDER: Cis Female ORIENTATION: Pansexual, Demiromantic
SPECIES: High Fae (Earth) HAIR: A dark, nearly black shade of brown. Thick and shiny, falling in gentle waves to her waist. EYES: Hazel - sage green with a golden-brown ring around her iris. HEIGHT: 5'6" DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Pale freckles across her nose & cheeks traveling down her shoulders & arms. Skin that is otherwise entirely smooth & seemingly without pores. Unsettling stillness in her countenance. Her wings, in the rare event that she ever uses them, are the gossamer, fragile fractals of a dragonfly wing, with iridescent scales.
VIRTUES: Clever, polite, graceful, poised, eloquent, charming, intelligent, perceptive FLAWS: Vain, haughty, greedy, proud, cunning, dazzling, deceitful, crafty, cold, aloof MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral
BIOGRAPHY
you are of the earth, carved from the evergreen of the forest & given breath of life. if you have parents, you know them not. as far as you are concerned, you are life personified: the lush overgrowth of verdant earth, a spirit of utmost revelry & mischief as any fae could be. living in the hollow of a massive oak as a child, then amongst its massive, twining branches as a woman grown. though, by fae standards, you are still to come of age when the first mortal man arrives.
he is enraptured by your beauty, and you are young enough to comply when he begs you for a kiss, and you willingly stray further. you are happy for the company, an immortal creature of the wood, you know his existence to be temporary, and if he grows worrisome you can always rid yourself of him. but he begs you yet for more. after multiple such visits, he asks you to be his bride. you laugh him off; bemused that he thinks to tame the wilderness you embody, but he takes offense. after he leaves, he returns days later with more company.
you are only fifty, barely having come into your power, and they are many. they chain you in iron, they chop down your tree & set fire to its remnants, and in the heat of pride, seek out other fae in your forest to capture. in your despair, you release a great force of power that shakes the foundations of the earth around you. vines entwine your attackers' bodies and choke the life from them, and you flee. your fortune turning toward the better when a witch discovers you & takes you in.
she heals you, unchains you, and dresses you in mortal trappings. teaching you to be human since a return to your old life is impossible. after a few years, you leave her care to seek out a change of scenery & abandon the ghosts of your past for good. there are murmurings among those of the supernatural of a safe haven in america called westray, where creatures lived in peace, if still in secrecy, and you follow the call there.
it is 1942 when you arrive & make a home for yourself, though you remain reclusive in the forest. founding the emerald enchanted, a nightclub in the woods for people to forget their worries & indeed, forget everything else around them. you thrive off of their revelry, and remain reclusive, almost mythic; a face among many, and rarely venture into town. most of your connections made are with the other fae that reside in town, especially after the vanishing of the mayor & the subsequent fragmentation of the town.
















