#andolont

she was actually born to human nuprru parents. the nuprru understanding of humans as having Souls correlated to a part of the natural environment works really well with personifs because qiqiqtaq’s Soul is just… her country. so she’s treated as a person by her nuprru. the majority of her population is descended from greenlandic inuit and i don’t know exactly how they’d see her, but my conception of personifs generally integrate well into animist belief systems for very obvious reasons, so her existence isn’t alarming.

puberty was literally kickstarted by the invention of radiators which i find funny. adulthood was either when she became independent or when she was accepted to the thothian council, it’s hard to tell.

she’s actually the personif of all of nuprruland but qiqiqtaq is the area she embodies the most… strongly? she’s trying to get back the rest of herself from andolont.

andolont gouged qiqiqtaq’s eye out with a knife during her rebellion and she intends to repay the favor.

d1 imperial crashout now more crashout and less imperial

crutches don’t work like that there should be 2 of them in the second picture. but I’d already drawn the microphone and didn’t know how to put it in

attribute list

Identifiers:

Halo, constant

Roughly that kind of bunad-like traditional clothing (most notably sans rosemaling and with the bodice and skirt in the color of their flag), fluid

Þorvaldson’s shield, fluid

That wedding ring, constant

Raven wings, fluid

That blue and white on all their outfits, constant

Thematics:

Half of half of a leg–territorial losses, constant fixed

Cracks–still crumbling, constant fixed

Scratching and cuts at extremities–general harassment towards non-Norgri and Scandinavians

Scarring from IV drip–hospitalization after loss of Sumraland

Stretch marks–rapid growth of empire

Haraldr’s cane–what if I was an ethnonationalist and you were the nation I was ethnonationalist about and we fell in love, fluid (it’s canon that the only reason Haraldr hasn’t done this is because he can’t)

Microphone/elektriskjerp–they invented malmusik, fluid

Constant dishevelled hair–they are just a mess, constant fixed

Crucifix but there’s a spear in Jesus’s side–Norgri Orthodoxy, constant (it would be impractical as an actual thing but we’re gonna ignore that)

Conditionals:

Dishevelled raven wings–nostalgia for or grief over losing Scandinavia/absence–conditions not met

Traditional clothing–doing the Old OTJ thing, playing up the maternal angle/more casual or various malmusik aesthetics–they are at a concert (in the audience or on stage)

Historical Conditionals:

Raven wings that are not dishevelled–as Frabaer Andolont

Both legs–before the Sumralandi Independence War

One leg, prosthetic in public and forearm crutches in private–post-loss of Sumraland to the Final Hyperwar

something something an eye for an eye i guess

qiqiqtaq is very cool

anti nwo poker game. also known as zerzurian alliance poker game. left to right andolont (<3) zerzura apisia mundaberria

Ascension, suspension, redemption A gambit's lesson in desperate obsession Reflection, confession, regression A foolish message to question progression

ascension as the scandinavians’ first raising of a fractured andolont to their equal, suspension as the post mudflood second andolonsk empire + eventual reunion in the gaia wins ending where andolont’s conservatism and nationalism makes their sisters slower to warm to them again than they’d always imagined, redemption they get their shit together eventually. second andolonsk empire is borne out of a desperate obsession to make their “dead” sisters proud and to live up to the legacy they think their father left. last two lines sound like andolont responding to everyone going hey maybe it’s not a great idea to conquer everyone with any number of norgri exchangees while also being completely friendless.

Darling, hold my hand tight Beneath the fading moonlight Don't fear, for when you wake I'll be there waiting, dear So, darling, hold my hand tight

andolont to ny norgrimark.

It's sick How sympathetic values / Stain on the skin (Timelines demystify systematic suicide) Yet your win is martyred as a / Poor man's attempt at sin (Timelines demystify systematic suicide) I'll rewrite my plight tonight We seem to meet on those snowy, winter days As the summer slumbers in a solar-still malaise Reside in twilight, I know our souls are tied I'll blight the night

the first half sounds like andolont confused as to why people think imperialism is bad. rewriting their plight is about all the lies or just misbeliefs their modus operandi is based on which i have already said and also the general propensity of states (and humans) to cast themselves as the heroes no matter what they’re actually doing. obviously scandinavia is associated with winter, i half remember hearing something about magical associations with twilight, or this could be that andolont’s dreaming about them, which would fit with blighting the night.

And as the vagaries of life / Pass through our transitory eyes I see you there and eulogize If our fates are bound by my past mistakes I'll forsake every memory / And damn us to never wake Betray the angel's frame

again andolont’s behavior is basically an incredibly unhealthy coping mechanism for their grief, they think about their sisters all the time. past mistakes i think is about their fractured state when they first saw each other because andolont wouldn’t admit to having screwed up more recently, and i will also say forsaking every memory and never waking is about their desire to go back to a past where all their family members weren’t estranged. last line is vaguely about the fact that andolont was very abusive to their sisters’ children.

Redemption, obsession, regression, progression Through cycles and trials, could I still atone? Come say you hate me, berate me / That you're not worth saving But what of the blood gently staining the snow? Just tell me / Tell me why you have to go How could you know? / How could you ever know (How would you even know?) Stay with me / Sinking into the unknown How could you know? / Just tell me how you know

sisters reunited, andolont crashing out, maybe they even feel shame when they realize they’ve disappointed them. probably incredible clinginess driven by fear that they’ll lose them again.

May the L.O.R.D. be my light May he guide this spineless spite As the flow of fate refrains I'll embrace your cold remains

andolont’s christian, their grief manifests as anger, flow of fate is the ice wall, cold remains is because they think the earth is frozen.

Human ascension is a belligerent game (And on that day we split that latte) The tides of time are set to restless shame Oh, Nalin, Calla, Zahir, Hana / No matter the shape (We saw our fate) (In refrain) (Wilting away) I'll find a way to break the frame

once again trying to justify imperialism, reminiscing, restless shame for losing their empire, calling out their sisters’ names, lamenting the warning signs of the mudflood, the frame is the wall, and andolont is a member of the zerzuran alliance.

The frame of us remains in my head A collage of all the ways you ve seen me dead I lay awake in phantom embrace As these memories caress my frigid face And the song that you wrote / As the snow graced the oak Left an old haggard crow / On an endless plateau I'll lament my descent / But l'll never repent Watch this heartache transcend / Begging,

a picture the four of them took together, a reference to the fracturing, again andolont’s dreaming about them and reminiscing. they’re the haggard crow and the plateau is their general emptiness at the loss of all their family. they are very upset about losing their empire but don’t see anything they did as wrong, the heartache is transformed into anger.

"Don't you wilt away!" / The H.A.G. cries out in vain As forty-two cicadas laugh in his face "The past can't be negotiated," / Father Time declared But I'm stuck here still, my daffodil / Tell me why you've lost your will The gods are ever cruel / For even in this life I am but a fool My tears create a burning shame / To bring this world to flames

andolont is the hag. the cicadas are the 18 something strong anti andolont coalition (which is a normal thing countries would form a coalition for but an incredible thing to name it tbh). can’t change the past, stuck on the second globe, they’re confused their norgri family members aren’t happy under their rule, and the shame is of course empire loss related but i also think they have some kind of complex about being the youngest sister. when empires are upset it always ends up being someone else’s problem.

Oh, your feeble face is / Rotting upon the rust (Dios, te odio) (Ay, te odio) (Gasté siglos buscando absolución) The charred remains of this place / Will be nothing but scattered dust (Hace años que me abandonaste) (Tres milenios de pura aversión)