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———   GENERAL

NAME  : lyric morrigan, oskar vael, kendrick lohvel, jaesyn de borel ( aliases, to name a few ) TITLE : bard & wanted con artist AGE :  thirty one SPECIES : human GENDER : cis man  PRONOUNS : he/they SEXUAL ORIENTATION : pansexual BIRTHPLACE : danrusha RESIDENCE  : nalyra

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FATHER : unknown MOTHER : unknown SIBLINGS : unknown ALLIES : atlas morganti ( roommate & patron ) ENEMIES : the knights of transvania, funhouse mirrors & posters that depict him wrong.

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LABEL : the homme fatale TAROT : the devil ALIGNMENT : chaotic neutral POSITIVE (+) : fun loving — creative — alluring — resourceful — confident NEGATIVE (-) : blunt — underhanded — selfish — swindler — secretive

rule number one: only person you can rely on is yourself and me. from the moment that he could walk and talk, lyric was taught how to be as light fingered as possible. he had to be growing up an orphan on the streets of danrusha; a street rat scrambling for food, thieving pockets for what little coin he could muster to bring home as much as he could to the halfway house ran by their master, adrian morrigan; an alcoholic who had a penchant for using his boys to do his dirty work of lifting from pockets as he himself worked to distract their mark. it's how it worked in the house; if you weren't of use to adrian, you didn't have a bed, and if you were caught giving someone the time of day who had proven not to be of use? you lost yours too. everyone lived under one roof, but were all taught the same thing: the only person you can rely on is yourself, don't trust anyone.

rule number two: marks aren't stupid, hit them too many times and you will get caught. over time, lyric learned how to not only use his fingers to loosen coinpurses, but his words aswell. after all, he was adrian's shining star, his golden boy that he could always rely on to bring in the most money. from urchin to busker, lyric adopted the name for his penchant for songwriting. holding a crowd was easy, watching hands make light work of the crowds funds was even easier. he could not only make money, but be the centre of attention too; what's not to love? and oh, did he get far too addicted to that feeling.

rule number three: capture their attention, make them fall for you then leave them high and dry. leaving adrian was hard, but it was something that he needed to do. the last thing that lyric was going to do was sit idle and let someone take all the reward for his hard work; his money was his and his alone. cutting ties in the middle of the night, leaving like he had never been there, adopting a new name and becoming a new person. something that he'd grow custom to over the years. lyric became jaesyn, the personal bard of house dahlia after making himself known by breaking into a ball that he had no business being in. he knew how to clean up, kiss hands and schmooze his way into the wealthy pocket of a noble house. from there, he would sneak coins, necklaces, jewels and finery to sell. rince, repeat. leaving the houses wanting and not realising that they had taken anything, bouncing from one region to the next. that was, until, people started to catch on.

rule number four: if you're caught? save yourself. cut all ties and save your own hide. he was minding his own business in a pub in some random place within transvania that, truly, he doesn't much care to remember, fingers stumming on the lute in an attempt to milk more coin from the patrons for his glorious performance. hey. aren't you this kendrick bloke? the question took them by surprise because whilst, yes, they were-- that wasn't the name that he had adopted within this particular corner of the country. brows furrow and his head tilts. oh, sorry gorgeous, i think you've got me confused for someone else. before they could ask much else, he was gathering up his things and had to leave. on the way out? there lay a poster, with his face. KENDRICK LOHVEL, ALSO KNOWN AS JAESYN DE BOREL. WANTED ALIVE. 500 GOLD REWARD FOR APPREHENTION. shit. over night, his entire plan had unravelled with a dawning fear crawling up his spine. people wanted him, not in a way that he wanted them to want him, but wanted him for a prize. he had to leave, he needed an escape; and in walked an offer that truly he couldn't refuse.

there's plenty more, but you'll learn them over time. for now, take these rules and keep yourself alive. and most importantly? enjoy yourself. atlas morganti, a wealthy benefactor from the kingdom of nyxen; a vampire. did lyric know much of what they had to offer? not entirely, however he wasn't stupid. they were blood suckers, the undead, people that defied the laws of nature to rise again with their ethereal beauty and the man was no different. they struck up a deal; in exchange for protection and access to the wealth that he so truly desired, he had to be at the vampire's beckon call. and, how was lyric to refuse? a life of luxury, a life away from the horribly drawn wanted posters and all he had to do was offer up his neck and fuck an incredibly alluring lord? it was a no brainer. he said goodbye to transvania without looking back, happily being led into a kingdom of shadow, mystery and sanguine stained lips.

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lyric's whole vibe is "live fast, die young, bad girls do it well" and he's kind of toeing the line of doing the second verse right now.

he hasn't been back to transvania since leaving, and right now has no intention of ever returning. would you return to the scene of the crime? gods, no. he has standards. besides, they can never catch his sparkling personality in those hideous portraits they so garishly plastered over the region.

he's a lover, not a fighter.

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NAME  : orion kayn waters TITLE : vampire hunter & member of the thieves guild AGE :  twenty six SPECIES : dhampir GENDER : demi man  PRONOUNS : they/he SEXUAL ORIENTATION : androsexual BIRTHPLACE : cardnoia RESIDENCE  : valachia

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FATHER : lord godric dahlia ( birth ), [name] waters ( adoptive ; wanted connection ) MOTHER : juno ardin † SIBLINGS : half siblings from their father's side ALLIES : elas aerion ( annoyance ) ENEMIES : dante valdinia

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LABEL : the tempest TAROT : the hermit ALIGNMENT : chaotic neutral POSITIVE (+) : determined — insightful — dedicated — resourceful — bold NEGATIVE (-) : zealous — judgemental — brash — self preserving — territorial

tw: child abuse mention & violence

juno never wanted a child. in all honesty, she never wanted for much other than money, luxury and power-- so, you know, a very grounded individual with no ambition whatsoever. she originally hailed from nyxen, living as a breathing blood bag for her master until he so graciously bestowed upon her the greatest gift of all, eternal life. she took it, gathered her strength and fled for greener pastures, which is how she wound up in the quaint cardnoia, eyes immediately setting the lord of house dahlia. what easier way to make money than to exploit a rich lord for all he's worth? and it's exactly what she did, alluring him in with hypnotic eyes and whispered praises until claws were sank well and truly in and a seed was planted that would one day bloom into orion.

of course, hush money was issued. what would court say if a child of house dahlia was a disgusting halfling monster? my, there'd be gossip spinning around the rumour mill for years to come. no, this child could not be claimed, he would not claim it-- but that didn't matter, juno got what she wanted, the child was merely collateral, and she would make orion know that he truly was never wanted to begin with.

growing up, it became common for orion to be left to his own devices throughout the day-- left screaming for hours in hunger only to be helped by the one maid that the self proclaimed lady juno had hired as help as she lay in her sun-addled trance until dusk, to be told to stay away from other children because they were hideous and wouldn't want to look at such an ugly monstrosity. until the age of nine, all orion truly ever knew was loneliness-- until falstad arrived.

waters, dhampir and vampire hunter, lived in infamy (or was famous, if you were to ask him) and had caught wind of the fact that a vampire had been nestled in cardnoia for far too long, flying under the radar for years. no more. he made short work of juno, was busy cleaning his blades when he spotted the small child peeking out from under the bed, trembling and asking are you going to kill me too? -- and, much to what others would like to believe, is not a monster -- noticed the telltale signs of kinship, of recognition. for the first time, orion met someone like himself, and waters saw a child that he could rescue; that he could train. orion took the name, and his path in life was found.

not a day went past after that day that orion didn't push himself to the edge of their capabilities. they wanted to be as strong as their newfound father, to be as fast, to be as agile, to prove to the world (and most importantly, themselves) that he wasn't some kind of monster to be ignored and to be tossed out like spoiled meat. he could be more, he would be more. especially with the help of the thieves guild, who helped raise him just as much as his father-- a found family of vagrants, miscreants and every kind of colourful character that you could imagine that were bound together by a code of honour.

these days, orion can be found all over transvania but calls valachia their homestead. with the help of the guild, they have a connection to a network through subtle hand gestures known as thieves cant, words with seemingly no meaning and specific symbols left in places only those familiar would know where to look. because of his years of training with their father, they've grown to become a person that protects what is classed as their's, i.e. their family, their guild, his weapons. as he was taught, a hunter's only as good as their next kill; never underestimate the enemy because that's how you end up dead.

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they've named their weapons, some kind of ritualistic thing to himself that helps him feel more bonded to the blade. their weapon of choice, that they're most agile and adept with, is his scythe echo.

he's never fed on blood. growing up under juno, he was never allowed to, and under the watchful regiment of their adoptive father, he dared not allow himself to think about it. drinking blood leads to you becoming a true monster, and that's when you get killed. because of this, they work far harder than they most likely need to to stay in peak condition, shape and strength.

to make money at inns, they've been known to hustle through card games, darts and any other kind of trick or slight of hand-- whilst also being a dab hand at sneaking away a coinpurse from its owner, or picking a lock to valuables. they don't teach you pattycake in the thieves guild, that's for sure.

he doesn't know who their true birth father is, which could be fun to play around with if anyone from house dahlia wanted to go down that route ✨

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NAME  : gabriel aymeric dragola TITLE : prince of transvania AGE :  thirty three SPECIES : human / dragonrider GENDER : cis man  PRONOUNS : he/him SEXUAL ORIENTATION : homosexual BIRTHPLACE : valachia RESIDENCE  : valachia

———   RELATIONSHIPS

FATHER : king lucien dragola MOTHER : queen selene dragola † SIBLINGS : princess mina dragola ( twin ) & princess fayre dragola ALLIES : jonah zale ( personal guard ), dante valdinia ( acquaintance ) ENEMIES : none, yet

———   PERSONALITY

LABEL : the paladin TAROT : the star ALIGNMENT : chaotic good POSITIVE (+) : outgoing — bright — loving — passionate — loyal NEGATIVE (-) : vain — insecure — explosive — defensive — guarded

from the moment he was born, gabriel had ideals pushed upon him that he was expected to uphold. born to a line of leaders, to a line of men and women that had the gracious pride of being the first dragon riders; it was a lot to deal with as a child, especially as from a young age he had a father that was determined to pit twin against twin. you shouldn't be doing that, begged their mother, they're just children-- besides, gabriel is a sensitive sort. he remembers the distant converations that he wasn't supposed to be listening in to, hugging his knees to his chest as the king barked about how he's a dragola! sensitive shouldn't be anywhere near him! besides, some healthy competition is good for their development!

it was no secret that gabe took more after his mother than their father, not just in looks, but in the way his heart rested on his sleeve. he had an interest in watching his mother get ready in the morning by the help of her handmaidens, loved the finery that she would wear to the galas and balls that were held in the palace and had a keen eye for aesthetics. more softness that his father didn't much care for. as he grew closer and closer to his mother, he drifted further and further from his father-- perhaps it was something to do with the fact that gabriel felt as though whenever his gaze rested upon him, nothing but coldness ran up his spine. even now, he has little to no reservations about the fact that king lucien cares not for his son, but still-- he plays the part of the smiling prince, ever gracious by his side.

with the arrival of their younger sister, he lost the one parent that he felt truly cared for him, loved him. what warmth was left in the castle in terms of parental affection died the day she did, noticing how his father turned even crueler with each passing day. it made sense, sure. losing someone that you had sworn to spend your life with was hard, and gabriel knew that, but how he chose to express that anguish upon his children? he couldn't abide by. he was sensitive, sure, but over time he had to learn to grow a backbone, to bite back when he was challenged by those around him.

i don't want to become a rider! gabriel barked on their eighteenth birthday, standing up to the cruel bastard that was the king. and it was true-- dragons were magnificent beasts, it was true, but gabriel was nothing compared to mina when it came to not only the capabilities that a rider needed to succeed, but what he knew this actually was; another competition to see who was truly fit for the throne. you don't have a choice, boy! he had snapped back at him, making the prince's blood boil under his skin. those that didn't succeed became nothing more than forgotten dreams, and if he was being honest? he was sure that was what was to become of him. it wasn't the first time that a notable name had been humbled within the walls of the academy, and he was sure that 'gabriel dragola' was going to be nothing more than something for the history books, marring their family name. how wrong he was with that assumption.

he learned not only how to defend himself better than any training he had within royal grounds, but he learned companionship in the form of kay'reen banlyr, an optimistic boy from cardnoia. they were stationed in the same wing and hit it off instantly. to kay, he didn't see the prince-- he saw gabe, and that's something that he had never truly had before. kay'reen was someone who brought gabriel out of his shell when it came to combat, when it came to finding his footing in terms of actually being able to ride. and he would be lying he he didn't say that gabe looked upon him like he hung the moon. he wasn't of noble birth, no, but what he lacked in nobility he more than made up in heart.

live for the moment, not for the future; words he had come to live by in the walls of the academy that he had taken when it came to graduate upon the back of azem, the white drake. he placed kay'reen within a wing, one that he knew he could easily sneak off to see upon the wings of his own drake. but people didn't seem to care for the rider with the prince's favour. word was sent to him of the other's death, kay's dragon shrieking as its rider fell at the hands of jealous men. that was six years ago, and gabriel hasn't spoken the name of his lost love since-- it still hurts to think about, but he uses it as a teaching moment: people can, and will, go out of their way to wound you, it's how others perceive how their slights have wounded you that matters. although he ached inside, although he sobbed tirelessly in his room for weeks, no one saw. on the outside, he remained the perfect prince who mayhap looked a tad more tired than usual.

with the opening of the borders, he's optimistic as ever that this will be good for their nations. it has to be, right? he longs to learn as much as he can, especially of fae and their magicks whilst having a somewhat morbid curiosity when it comes to vampires. there's whispers amongst the castle, that the king isn't long for this world and in all honesty, gabriel couldn't care less should he live or die-- he's long past trying to vie for his approval. all he knows is that he does not want to wear the crown should he fall.

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known as the people's prince, since there's been plenty of times where he's snuck out of the castle to lend a hand where he can around the city feeding the poor.

LOVES to dabble into makeup, especially imported stock from the fae kingdom as he's a big fan of making his eyes pop.

cares a bit too much about how people see him and truly just wants to be loved, but isn't about to say that i mean c'mon he needs to be made of harder stuff.

his dragon is called azem, they're a white dragon known for their speed and he acts as a messenger between postings when working with the army.