Azzy

As an immortal wisp is brilliant at her job. She's the kind of person everyone would have a crush on but she's not interested in relationships. Despite her beauty she's intellectual and always quick to correct incorrect philosophy. She's not afraid of anyone not even the emperor but respects him enough not to hate him.

Her powers are two things, the first her hairpin. It seems ordinary but it's a weapon in itself capable of damage and unbreakable. Her second power is soul perception. The power is used when the purple appears in her blue eye. Allows her to see people's feelings, their deepest desires, how they perceive the world and their past , memories. She uses it a lot on people in the court to tell if they're lying or not and makes a defense or prosecuted depending if the person is guilty or not.

She's very patient and motherly, shown to be compassionate to others. Since the death of her beloved Sunny she hates when children are put in danger because of people stupid actions. Her relationship with the Chevaliers is that she's not too fond of them the only two she knows are Tazia in court(that's self explanatory) and Wallace, who she's quite fond of and met when he and his siege found her alone in an AU. He was kind and gentle and when using her powers found a pure heart. She spoke with him a variety of times and tried to keep things professional but... It's hard and she hates that she's fond of another person. Afraid that he be like that damn savior.

The AU isnt mine belongs to @tucrator This was from my general perspective of what Wisp feels about them or sees. The chevalairs, Xibalba, and Eloi preferences of her? Idk. As i said shes not canon to Atale. Shes my oc and if your still curious dont bother the og creator.

Wisp isnt canon

Their preferences of wisp i wouldnt know

Relationships my OC Wisp has with these guys:

Xibalba: Emperor, a quiet man who tidy and has rules that keep everything in his kingdin balanced. But... he hides his anger to keep a good image and while the regular eye may not notice it i does. See him only in court and has high respect for him. But not afraid. I seen far scarier and dealt with worse. Looking into his soul to find how he feels inaide, I expect something dark and powerful... but finds the same result instead... a small child, mistreated, who never knew his mom. Sad. Alone. Crying.

..... Poor man

Elio: After the incident that created Sunny to her birth and death, I has no care for him. Wished he had a better outcome and could admire me the way I once had but; all feeling aside, hate him. Told him his brother would never come back... never will.

Tazia: been to court handful of times. Nosy, reckless, big big ego. Believes shes worthy but shes holding herself back. Your capable but your too recklessly ignorant to show your worth fully. Sees her as a child with ADHD that needs to be taught boundaries. Talkative. Very talkative. Dont hate her but I find myself having to mother her.

Severin: quiet, quiet person. Nothing. Hes just one of the men higher in power than her. Hes like a loyal dog to the emperor.

Faron: reminds me of my decease twin brother. Seen him in court here and their and I find myself intrigued but not fully. Amputee. Funny guy too. Neutral.

Wallace: .....Well... tall. Most be intimidated at first but hes like a cuddly warm bear that you could snuggle and love and.....

I recently got involved back into A-tale made by tucrator again and as I did I was seeing lots of questions and pleads to both me and tucrator on behalf of my OC Wisp and whether she is canon in her AU or not. Wisp is NOT canon in her AU and Is based on my OC Aria. TheAUcrator already announced that her friends ocs were only canon in her AU and while we're not discouraged to write and do fanart in our own AUs, she said it makes it easier for her to manage. With that said, pls don't harass her on her choices and decisions and pls be respectful as I feel I had to write this to make my point.

Now for what I wrote

The new advisor

Characters: Faron(killer) Wisp(Aria/OC) Xibalba(nightmare)

Note: not canon to ATale. This AU belongs to @tucrator

It was early morning and the court was in a discussion of the issue, The air in the hall was thick with the scent of melted candle wax and old parchment. At the center of the floor stood Tazia, Chevalier Faron stood with his jaw clenched, his uniform torn and his boots coated in the dust of the West Sector.

The Council of Advisors sat in their desk that were circled around and standing apart from each other, peering down like a row of vultures. Xibalba the emperor, was above the bench, enveloped in darkness as he watched the proceeding.

"Chevalier Faron was out there after a mercenary reported a protest.He was dispersing the rioters with restraint until this Sentinel jumped in and turned a simple crowd-control mission into a disaster." The serpent advisor with the star on her head and muddy scales spoke.

"I was trying to help him!" Tazia shouted back, her voice booming through the hall. "The crowd wasn't just 'rowdy.' They had surrounded Faron and very close to ignite a massive cache of black powder right in the middle of the square. I saw he was trapped, so I jumped in to break up the pack and push the mob back!"

"And because you 'pushed,'" another advisor sneered, pointing a hand at her, "you brought down three stone buildings. You didn't just stop the protesters; you dropped tons of masonry onto the very sector the Emperor just taxed. You turned a protest into a pile of rubble. You stuck your nose into a Chevalier’s business, and now the whole district is a graveyard of expensive stone."

Throughout the shouting, Emperor Xibalba didn't say a word, but his dark, hollow eyes moved slowly between Tazia and Faron. Everyone in the room was sweating, terrified to even breathe too loud. To Xibalba, it didn't matter if Tazia’s heart was in the right place—all he saw was trouble.

"if I may, may I add something against the claim?" Spoke a voice

Everything went silent when a woman walked over. She moved with a rhythmic, feline grace, her silver hair shining under the torchlight. A beautiful woman she was as it actually stunned the advisors into a dazed silence. Even the Emperor narrowed his eyes. He thought she looked way too exquisite to be a strategist, but then he saw her expression. She looked cold, clinical, and a hundred times smarter than anyone else in the room.

"who is she?" Questioned the emperor. Finally speaking.

The woman looked up at him, something everyone else avoided to do. A advisor nearby spoke up, "she's the rookie. The new advisor in training." The woman bows respectfully in grace, "Wisp Feywin my lord."

Wisp.

"i remember, the others came to complain that you finished your training in a week." He paused, "impressive." Said Xibalba. "Yes my lord and if I may, I like to give my testimony and evidence on why this mortal is innocent."

Mortal... She called her a mortal.

"you may proceed," xibalba nods.

Wisp stepped to the center. She didn't even look at Tazia or Faron. She simply unrolled a long scroll, revealing hand-drawn architectural diagrams and map sketches.

"The Council is wrong because they are looking at the damage, not the physics of the blast," Wisp said. Her voice was quiet, but it cut through the room like a cold blade.

"We can see it just fine, girl," A advisor snapped.

Wisp looked at him so coldly that he actually stepped back. Wisp cleared her throat not appreciating being interrupted. "The black powder the protesters had was hidden in a cellar nearby. If it had ignited at street level, the fire would have burned down the whole West Sector, including the counting houses where the tax records are kept. Faron didn't realize the torches his men were carrying were actually drifting sparks toward the cellar vents."

She pointed at the diagrams on her parchment. "As for Bianchi... She saw the sparks reaching the areas and used the weight of the stone walls to collapse the cellar, smothering the powder before it could explode. She wasn't just helping your Chevalier stona crowd; she was using the stone pillars to prevent a explosion. She saved the actual tax money the Emperor is owed."

The room went dead quiet. The advisors leaned in, squinting at the ink drawings. One by one, they realized she was right.

"The geometry checks out," an advisor whispered, wiping sweat from his brow. "She actually saved the collection."

Tazia let out a huge, booming laugh that rattled the torches. "Ha! I knew it! I told you guys I was saving the day! You hear that, Faron? I’m a hero! I’m the only reason you’re not a toasted scrap of meat right now!" Tazia grinned.

Suddenly, the air in the room got freezing cold.

Wisp didn't move an inch, but she turned her head slowly to look at Tazia. The beauty in her face stayed, but her eyes went totally predatory. Tazia felt a chill run down her spine. The advisors scrambled back in their seats, realizing the pretty girl was actually the scariest person in the room. Tazia’s laugh died instantly. She pulled hersekf back fast, her posture locking up in a reflexive flinch of fear.

"I did not do this for you, Bianchi," Wisp said, stepping close until she was in front of the woman. "I fixed this because I hate flawed logic. If you ever 'help' in such a loud, stupid, messy way again, I won't bother saving you. I’ll personally see to it that you are broken down for scrap, and I’ll be way meaner than this Council ever was. You get me, Sentinel?"

Tazia swallowed hard, her eyes wide. "U-understood."

The whole court sat there in shock. They were used to being afraid of the Emperor, but now they were terrified of this tiny demon woman.

Xibalba finally moved, leaning forward just an inch. A tiny hint of smirk hit his face as he looked at Wisp. She was smart and totally ruthless.

It was heavenlys birthday on March 20th. Forgot to post this but i stil wnated to

This iisnt canon this belongs to @tucrator characters in here are all mine excpet the emperor. No harrasment to the original creator or me just enjoy.

I designed this Court myself. When I first assembled my Advisors, I hand-picked them—men and women of sharp minds but predictable spirits. Their role was simple: they were to be the scales. One would present the prosecution, the other the defense, stripping a case down to its barest mechanics so that I might deliver the stroke of justice.

Four years ago, when Wisp first appeared at the palace gates, my senior advisors—both the seasoned statesmen and the sharp-tongued matriarchs of the law—practically begged to take her under their wing. They saw a girl with an unnerving stillness and thought they could mold a masterpiece.

They came to me a month later, their collective pride in tatters.

"Majesty," one had said, her voice uncharacteristically small. "We went in to teach her but by noon, she was more than we expected. Her expectations of us... they are suffocating. She doesn't just learn; she anticipates. She sees the end of a legal argument before we’ve even found the beginning."

They had expected a protégé. They found a predator of information. I should have seen the warning then.

Now, the silence I once cherished is a memory. The Court has become a theater of two clashing philosophies, and the air is thick with the friction of their voices.

Silt is the youngest among them, a man who worships the very stone I laid. To him, the Law is absolute. If a crime is committed, the culprit is guilty regardless. He is loud, he is relentless, and he believes that "mercy" is just another word for "rot." He hates Wisp with a heat that borders on obsession, viewing her very existence as an insult to the court.

Wisp... Wisp is different.

She stands there, ageless and cool, her intelligence a level higher than anyone else in this room—perhaps even me. She argues for the "fair trial," for the hidden motive, and for the nuance that Silt is too young to understand. They are the loudest voices in the hall, and I often find myself leaning forward, not to hear the evidence, but to watch the way she dismantles Silt’s arrogance with a single, devastating sentence.

Silt will step away cause he knws deep down she will always win the case.

But my interest in her isn't merely academic. I have spent my nights unravelling the mystery of where she came from, and the thread led me to a name that still tastes like ash: Elio.

My brother was the one who wandered while I built. To find out Wisp was at one point by his side—that they were close—haunts the corners of my mind. I look at her and I see the ghost of the man who shared my blood but never my vision. I assume they were close, just not sure in what way. Bound by some immortal passion that a man like me could never grasp. I imagine her here as a remnant of his loyalty, perhaps a spy sent to ensure my blueprints don't drift too far from his chaotic ideals.

What I do not see—what my own ego hides from me—is the truth of her exodus. I tell myself she loved him. I do not see that Elio was a man of profound, chilling neglect. I do not see that he treated her immortality as a convenience rather than a wonder, leaving her to starve for affection while he chased his own whims. I think she is here for him. I cannot fathom that she is here to escape the memory of him.

Even outside the Court, the machine is restless. The Mercenaries guard the Sentinels lean, and Tazia—one of my most "dedicated" Chevalier—continues to hover at my heels. She has a talent for "accidental" interruptions, her armor clanking at the exact moment I am trying to think, her reports always focusing on Wisp’s "suspicious" late-night walks in the gardens.

Making this post cause i was thinking that these three would be good friends.

Ehat do yall think? You agree?

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