to think that such a day would come that you would look upon those that you held so dear, to have them look at you as a stranger. t'is a hollow ache, bittersweet, but you must hold your head high and carry on to the end. for we know not what lies ahead and where our roads may take us, but i know that mine will always lead back to you.
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"with plumes of smoke doth draconic wings beat, carrying their children far above the heat. to flee a scene of scorched earth torn asunder, to greener pastures filled to the heavens with bountiful plunder." fingers strummed idly on the lute as lyric hummed along, brows coming together for a brief moment before they diligently scribble away at a piece of parchment. he'd been a touch too absorbed with the writing that they'd barely noticed the swinging open of a door. oh, someone's back. "there you are, was starting to think that the whole situation with my darling homeland'd fallen through and they came brandishing weapons and...all that malarky. so! how was it? nibble on some pretty necks while you were away?"
news had travelled quick, but not quick enough; blissfully unaware of what had happened to the queen of nyxen, lyric wasted no time in pouring atlas a glass of the most decadent and full bodied red they could find in the cellar. "here, wet your whistle. you look parched."
"so tell me, truthfully." they started, a hand going around the tankard of ale before them. the buzz around transvania had been loud ever since the queen of nyxen had been poisoned, but frankly? as far as any self respecting dhampir was concerned, it was a case of waiting and seeing if the poison was actually going to do the trick. what did they slip into the drink? holy water? a concoction of warding flora? the fact that someone had managed to poison a member of the barbu family was impressive, but orion wanted to know who managed to actually get so close. "was it you? i know, i know, sensitive information but. c'mon..."
it truly felt like one thing after another as of late. smiles and finery were worn as a courtesy to the nobility of all three kingdoms before a scream run out and people were either rushing out of the banquet, or being ushered away by armed guards. still; as much as their father pit them against one another, as much as gabriel most likely could infer that mina probably saw it easier over the years if he was out of the picture entirely, he cared deeply for his twin.
a few days had passed and the prince found himself waving off the watch that stood by her door, even firing one a glare that dared hold his hand up to try and stop him, knocking on the gilded wood to make his presence known. "get your riding leathers." he said, pushing it open as he flitted into the room with a soft smirk upon his face. "i know that you're most likely still in your head about the whole betrothal situation, and we all know that father isn't going to let you complain about it either. so, we're going somewhere nice and remote for you to scream your lungs out. oh-- hello, by the way."
‘ long time no see ! ‘ with the slight fluttering of his wings the fae’s feet lifted off the ground momentarily, a light hop forward which landed him directly in the seat opposite of orion. ‘ you don’t mind do you? ‘ elas signalled to the spot he had just occupied, truthfully the question had been asked rather late, an afterthought which quickly disappeared once settled.
‘ so what brings you back here? it’s been… years? absolutely nuts what’s been going on at court eh? ‘ elas had made himself comfortable, as though no time had passed since their last meeting - perpetually ignoring the fact that he has likely annoyed orion for the entire duration of their interaction so far. he shifted once more in his seat, ensuring space for his wings as he wiggled them free from being cornered into the frame of the bench.
over their travels throughout the realm, orion had met plenty people. some evil, some interesting, some fun, hells even some quirky. however the one thing that elas could be described as was...irksome. there was something about the way that he prodded and poked that always seemed to get a twinge in orion's jaw. he wasn't a bad person, curiosity never hurt anyone; however there was just....something that orion couldn't put their finger on. mmh, he's sure it'll come to him eventually.
the voice is heard before the face is seen, that's for sure. "greetings, elas." it's said rather monotone, he was too busy sitting scanning over their marks at a quiet table in the bloodless baron. the fae were odd people, but the one thing they had going for them were that they weren't blood sucking monsters. they could be trusted. cerulean hues flit up to the sound of beating wings sitting across from them, head tilting slightly at the sight before orion sighs under their breath. "been hired, and picked up a few hunt bills on the way to keep myself busy. better that than roaming the streets, aye? what 'bout you, hm? causing mayhem, i assume?"
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poison. while it wasn't exactly dante's preferred method, but he'd be a rather poor assassin if he didn't at least know how to properly utilize it. some might think it would be a difficult matter - to poison the queen, but that hall was filled with countless people - fae and vampires among the crowd. it would have been all too easy to slip poison into a goblet unnoticed.
whoever it was, they appeared to be in the wind. no doubt lucien would have made a rather grand showing of the would-be assassin if he had caught them. everyone would be alert, on edge - it just meant dante would have to be that much more cautious. but he didn't seem to concerned about that now. no doubt the prince's guards would be extra attentive to their charge, but there were few dante could not sneak past if he didn't wish to. "you really should talk to your guards. i think one of them was practically sleeping." there's a light hint of humor to his words as he makes himself known, voice lowered as he steps from the shadows that had concealed him, a glance thrown to the door before he looks back to gabriel. "...are you okay?"
thinking of what his father would do if he caught whoever was so bold to poison the vampiric queen, gabriel could only roll his eyes. knowing his father, he could only assume that this was some kind of ploy. hells, it wouldn't surprise the prince if it was something orchestrated by the king himself. gabe didn't trust his father as far as he could throw him. any love for the man died years ago, but he was good at painting on a smile for the people of their kingdom. still, as he stared out of the window of the locked room, gabriel chewed the inside of his cheek. something doesn't sit right with me about this.
the voice makes him jump, brows knitting together as a voice from the shadow was the last thing he was expecting. he damn near reached for the concealed blade on his hip before he recognised the cadence and his shoulders visibly relaxed, tension melting from his expression as he turned his gaze towards dante. "i'll be fine." he whispers, moving closer to the other out of instinct. "where were you? i couldn't see you as they hurried me away, thought you might've gotten swallowed by the sea of people." in an attempt to quiet his mind, he was keeping his fingers busy. before, it was fidgeting with curtain ties, now it's straightening the strings of dante's shirt.
*:・゚✧ is that that lyric morrigan , who is originally from danrusha , and living in nalyra ? it’s nice to see the bard / criminal out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously sticky fingered , whilst also managing to be quite silver tongued . the thirty one year old was born human , and hails from the kingdom of transvania .
——— 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
——— RELATIONSHIPS
FATHER : unknown
MOTHER : unknown
SIBLINGS : unknown
ALLIES : atlas morganti ( roommate & patron )
ENEMIES : the knights of transvania, funhouse mirrors & posters that depict him wrong.
——— PERSONALITY
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.
——— QUICK FACTS
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.
although he's proficient in the lute, he can also play the pan flute and loves to sing.
*:・゚✧ is that that orion waters , who is originally from cardnoia , and living in valachia ? it’s nice to see the vampire hunter & thieves guild member / bastard of house dahlia out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously untrusting , whilst also managing to be quite dedicated . the twenty six year old was born dhampir, and hails from the kingdom of transvania.
——— GENERAL
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
——— RELATIONSHIPS
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
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.
——— QUICK FACTS
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 ✨
the thieves guild fronts as a pub known as the blooming garden, its members referring to themselves as roses because of this. members have a rose tattoo to not only unite one another but to signify silently that they're with someone from the garden, each thorn upon the stem depicting their rank-- more thorns, higher the rank.
*:・゚✧ is that that gabriel dragola , who is originally from valachia , and living in valachia ? it’s nice to see the prince of transvania / dragon rider out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously vain , whilst also managing to be quite passionate . the thirty three year old was born human, and hails from the kingdom of transvania.
——— GENERAL
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.
——— QUICK FACTS
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.
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