#crossovermc*

the most gifted heartrender in all of ravka, her very name strikes fear into the hearts of strangers. light? they say. she brings only darkness. yet this heartrender has never taken a life. she defends her queen — mutilates for her, tortures for her, but will not kill for her. if only the populace knew of the soft heart their nightmare holds.

you don’t make a lot of money on the docks of ketterdam. not as a loader, not as a sailor, not even as a gifted tidemaker. luckily, she trades not in coins, but in secrets. news of shipments — some legal, some less so — all make their way to her ears, and then to her royal sister’s, back in ravka. some of those ships are lost at sea. and if those disappearances happen to boost the ravkan economy, what of it? a country needs money and information, and she can supply both, although even her darling sister has to pay her price. they don’t call her the shark for nothing.

her warrior family knows nothing but fire and the destruction it wreaks. she burns brightly in her youth, charging into battle for ravka, killing hordes of drüskelle. and then she runs away and suddenly killing isn’t as important. her fire no longer razes fjerdan towns — instead, it fills the night sky, illuminating the smiling faces of children. and she turns her face to the stars and screams, this is who i am.

jewelry and bombs. gemstones and guns. she’s a contradiction, and she knows it. she carefully spins gold and silver to make earrings, so delicate and pristine that they look like spiderwebs, for ladies of the court. and then, once they’ve all gone to their fancy balls — no doubt to jeer at the peasants — she creeps back into her studio and begins working on her other projects. change is coming, and a revolutionary new queen requires revolutionary new weapons.