NAME. Lirian Ravencroft/Seraphiel AGE & BIRTH DATE. 122 & February 29th, 2902 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him. NATIONALITY. Lysaran SPECIES. Banshee FACTION. N/A OCCUPATION. Captain of Thalassa's Armada FACE CLAIM. Alessandro Bedetti
biography
( tw violence, murder, drowning )
Lirian Ravencroft was born on a rare day in a modest coastal village, sharing the occasion with his twin sister, Isolde. They were considered blessings from Thalassa and from the moment they took their first breath, there was something captivating about the twins, a magnetic charm that drew people to them. Lirian possessed a voice that could enchant a crowd, his notes flowing like a river, while Isolde’s violin playing was said to stir the soul, each stroke of her bow capable of bringing tears to the eyes. Together, they became known as "The Ravencroft Twins," a traveling duo who mesmerized audiences with their passionate retellings of Taravell's legendary heroes. Their performances were more than mere entertainment; they were a shared experience that left a lasting impression on all who witnessed them. Everywhere they went, they were welcomed with open arms and cheers of adoration, their reputation spreading like wildfire across the world. Their bond was not just one of siblings but of soulmates in artistry, each enhancing the other's gifts, and they seemed destined for greatness from the very start.
While Lirian’s spirit was bright and open, his heart trusting and eager to embrace new friendships, Isolde was more guarded, her protectiveness over their act almost fierce. She managed every aspect of their business with a sharp eye and an unyielding determination, refusing to share the secrets behind their creative process that turned their performances into such unforgettable experiences. Isolde was always wary of those who tried to get too close, having learned from experience that not everyone came with good intentions. Over the years, they had encountered more than a few who sought to deceive or exploit them, promising the world only to lead them toward ruin.
To secure their place in the fiercely competitive world of performers, Isolde adopted a more ruthless strategy, often stealing gigs from other performers to ensure their act remained in the spotlight. This approach, while effective in securing their success, did not come without a cost—it earned them the ire of many rival performers, who saw the Ravencroft Twins not just as competition but as a threat. Among their rivals was a particularly cunning bard, a man whose ambition was as vast as his deceit was deep. Sensing an opportunity in Lirian’s trusting nature, he began to weave a web of intrigue, carefully planning to dismantle the Ravencroft Twins from within, all while hiding his true intentions behind a charming smile.
The bard began his approach subtly, catching Lirian in quiet moments between acts in the performers' break room. With a charisma that was as intoxicating as it was dangerous, he lavished Lirian with compliments and attention—something Lirian, who had rarely been the focus of such admiration outside their performances, found irresistible. It wasn’t long before Lirian, swayed by the bard's charm and flattery, began to fall for him, his naive heart eager for connection. Isolde, however, saw through the bard's façade almost immediately. She sensed the threat lurking behind his honeyed words and begged Lirian to distance himself from him. But for the first time, Lirian pushed back against his sister's protectiveness. Their arguments grew more frequent and heated, fueled by the bard's insidious whispers that Isolde was holding Lirian back, preventing him from reaching his true potential as a performer. These thoughts, once unthinkable to Lirian, began to take root, creating a rift between the twins that had never existed before. Satisfied that his deception had taken hold, the bard, along with several other performers who had felt the sting of the Ravencroft Twins' meteoric rise, decided it was time to act.
Their plan was twofold and ruthless. Not only did they plot to sabotage the twins' upcoming performance for the Lysaran queen—a rare and prestigious opportunity that could elevate their careers to new heights—but they also prepared to plant forged documents implicating Lirian and Isolde in serious illegal activities. The accusations would be devastating enough to destroy their reputation beyond repair and, if believed, could see them imprisoned or, worse, tossed into the arena as fodder for the bloodthirsty beasts that battled within. Lirian, in his newfound trust of the bard, had foolishly revealed the details of their act, unknowingly setting the stage for their downfall.
Isolde, however, was always the more perceptive of the two, her instincts sharp and unyielding when it came to protecting her brother and their act. She kept a close watch on everything around them, never letting her guard down, especially as the tension between her and Lirian grew. Her vigilance paid off when she discovered the forged documents, intercepting them before they could be exposed and ruin their reputation. She also managed to keep the more important details of their performance secret from Lirian, ensuring he couldn’t inadvertently betray them to the bard. When the night of their performance for the Lysaran queen finally arrived, it was nothing short of spectacular—a flawless display of their craft, filled with passion and harmony. The crowd erupted into a standing ovation, the applause echoing through the grand hall, with even the queen herself rising to her feet in admiration. Despite the recent discord between them, Lirian couldn’t contain his joy and clung to his sister in celebration, the bitterness forgotten in the euphoria of their greatest success. For a moment, everything seemed perfect. They had done it—they had cemented themselves as the greatest rising stars. Over the next few weeks, the twins were filled with renewed inspiration, eagerly planning new acts and songs, their creative spirits soaring with the queen’s blessing behind them. Yet, beneath the surface, the shadows of betrayal lingered, unseen and waiting to strike.
They traveled back to their village in high spirits, completely unaware of the storm brewing against them. The bard and his group, their jealousy and hatred having festered into something dark and twisted, had planned a violent ambush. Not even Isolde, with all her vigilance, could have foreseen the desperation driving their rivals to such an act of brutality. As the twins’ carriage wound through a secluded forest path, it was suddenly beset upon. Chaos erupted; the horses screamed, and the carriage splintered under the attack. They barely managed to flee into the dense woods, believing they had escaped with their lives. But their relief was short-lived. Isolde had been wounded in the attack, her strength ebbing with every passing moment. Desperate to save her, Lirian tried to carry her to the nearest healer, his heart pounding with fear. It was then that the attackers struck again, emerging from the shadows to surround them.
Lirian’s blood ran cold as the bard stepped forward, revealing himself as the architect of their downfall. His expression was no longer warm and inviting, but twisted with spite and triumph. He coldly confessed to his deceit, admitting he had never loved Lirian; his affection was nothing but a calculated move to destroy the Ravencroft Twins. As the weight of betrayal crushed him, Lirian tried to fight back, to reach his sister, but he was overpowered. The attackers grabbed him, pulling him away from Isolde, who lay on the ground, her hand weakly reaching out for him, her voice a mere whisper drowned by his screams. The bard, his patience frayed by the same voice that had once enchanted him, ordered his silence. They bound Lirian tightly with rope, shoved a coarse sack over his head, and dragged him to the cliffside. His screams for his sister echoed into the night, but they were swallowed by the roar of the ocean waves as they hurled him into the sea, leaving him to sink into the cold, unforgiving depths.
He didn’t know how long he remained beneath the crushing pressure of the ocean, but the weight of his grief and agony was unrelenting. As he sank deeper into the abyss, his screams, once desperate cries for his sister, twisted into something darker—powerful wails, raw with rage and sorrow. These wails resonated far beyond the mortal realm, a sound so chilling it seemed to pierce the very fabric of reality. The cold embrace of the sea ceased to chill him; the pain that wracked his body faded, leaving only the unbearable ache in his heart. As if in response to his anguish, he felt the ropes binding him dissolve, his spirit phasing through the rough fibers. He began to ascend, the water that had sought to claim him now parting in deference. His wails grew louder, echoing across the vast expanse of the ocean. Deep down, Lirian understood what he had become—a Banshee, a being of the spirit world, whose voice could instill fear, foretell doom, or even bring death. It was a fate his sister had often woven into her favorite stories, a fate he now embodied with every mournful cry that escaped his lips.
He was discovered by a pirate ship, drawn to his powerful presence and the eerie lament that carried across the waves. The crew, though initially terrified by his spectral form and haunting voice, sensed something in him—an otherworldly power that could bend even the harshest of seas to his will. They cowered before him, offering their assistance in exchange for their lives, and hastily ferried him back to shore. The land he returned to was different from the one he had been torn from, as though the world had moved on without him.
Lirian was lost, unsure how to navigate this new existence, torn between the agony of his loss and the uncertainty of his future. That was, until he heard it—a melody drifting through the crowded tavern he came across, a song he and his sister had composed but never performed. His heart froze as he looked to the stage, where a woman sang their song with ease, her voice familiar yet bitterly changed with age. His eyes narrowed as he recognized her face—one of the performers who had played a role in Isolde’s demise. Rage bubbled within him, a fury that had been simmering since the moment he lost his sister. He followed her back to her room, moving with the silent grace of a specter, and bound her as they all had once bound him. Panic filled her eyes as she babbled out a confession, her fear amplifying his spectral senses. From her trembling lips and the dark tendrils of truth his powers revealed, Lirian learned the depths of their betrayal. The twelve performers involved in his sister's death—including the man who had feigned love for him—had stolen all their work and claimed it as their own. Some had moved on from performance, but the stolen credit had propelled them to success, opening doors to careers built on lies and treachery.
The woman begged for her life, her voice trembling as she claimed her family was just in the other room. Lirian, his senses heightened by his spectral nature, could feel the truth in her words. He could sense that all those who had betrayed him and Isolde had built families, had found comfort and joy in lives that should have been shattered like his. This realization ignited a cold, unyielding fury within him, crystallizing a new purpose. His once gentle heart, filled with dreams and melodies, now beat with a singular, relentless drive: revenge. He vowed to exterminate every single one of these families, to erase their legacies as they had stolen his and Isolde's. He would start with the woman before him and her unsuspecting family. His work was meticulous, each act of vengeance calculated to ensure no one escaped the fate they had condemned Isolde to. When he was finished, he returned to the pirate ship that had first discovered him, hiding among the crew, learning their ways, and biding his time for the perfect moment to rise.
Adopting the name Seraphiel—a moniker drawn from a hero in one of their own stories, now twisted to reflect his new reality—he ascended to the rank of pirate captain. He commanded a formidable fleet known as Thalassa's Armada, named in tribute to the sea goddess his sister had revered. His flagship, the "Siren's Wail," became a symbol of dread across the seas, its very name invoking terror among sailors and merchants alike. As Seraphiel, he sails the vast oceans, a ghostly figure driven by vengeance, his once-enchanting voice now a weapon of death and despair. His past lingers like a haunting shadow, a constant reminder of the betrayal that transformed him from a beloved performer into a fearsome banshee captain.
personality
+ Charismatic, Strategic, Resilient – Vindictive, Manipulative, Obsessive
played by toge. pst. he/him/they/them.
