#pleasing things

Acacia was her father’s daughter, even without magic. The Isle’s mortician she cared for every corpse who met their untimely demise. Skilled hands worked to care for every detail of the death plan. Even with the Isle’s ban on Magic, she made sure everything was right. Auradon wasn’t the best when it came to sending things like Embalming fluids, but that didn’t matter as she opted more for environmentally friendly options. A goddess of decay in the making.

No matter what was thrown at them, the Troillefou children greeted each day with a smile. Poisoning enemies with kindness and proving to the world they were not what others said about them. They had to do this, it was their only way to survive in the sick, sad world that was Auradon. Lune, the oldest of Clopin’s children, had to keep reminding themselves that.

This was far from what Papa taught. Not even in the same realm. He had raised her differently than this. There was one god, an omniscient, omnipotent, and all seeing God. One who would smite the wicked and plunge them into a firey pit for their sins. Noemi wasn’t a sinner. Born with original sin, yes, everyone was, but she wouldn’t call herself a sinner. She did her prayers daily, listened to her elders. Tried not to interact with what Papa called licentious crowds. And yet, for all her success, no matter her holier than thou views. Despite striving for the best and God’s approval, Noemi wasn’t sure it was something she’d truly get.

Birgit would be a loyal lady of the court. Meant to uphold the culture of the kingdom, and run the castle from the inside. Eventually married off to secure ties with some other kingdom, but never expected to leave her home. She had denied her birthright for years, and refused to conform to father’s dismay. Often sneaking out to adventure with others who father had declared not worth her time. Rumor had it she was hooking up with one of the Gastons and joined a band. The drummer for Next Stop, Olympus.