Character(s) World of Wonders

[Tajira]

⠀⠀		Achae of Linghyll ❝ Can thy who loves the monster stay clear of a monstrosity of thy human heart? ❞​ 【 𝕀 】core. aliases: Princess age: 23 gender: female species: Human orientation: secret lesbian ⠀⠀ ⠀ 【 𝕀𝕀𝕀 】psyche. talents: archery, first aid, diplomacy, languages likes: people, forest, horses, dislikes: dogs, alcohol, boredom first impression: polite, caring, curious fears: failure, confined spaces, angry crowds of people ⠀⠀ 【 𝕀𝕀 】visage. hair: dark brown skin: freckled, smooth eyes: heterochromia: green and amber height: 5′ 6″ build: sleek figure, muscular arms from archery ⠀⠀ 【 𝕀𝕍 】traits. ✦ Lonely – as royalty she suffers from the lack of meaningful human connections ✦ Saviour - she would tear herself apart for others ✦ Wild child – nature, danger, and adrenaline make her heart pump faster than anything ✦ Leader – she believes that every leader is responsible for both sins and the well-being of their subjects ✦ Dreamer – she keeps fighting for her ideals despite the countless throwbacks ⠀⠀		⠀⠀
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Like a forest spirit trapped inside a human shell, she runs away on the wind and returns every day to the stoney house and cold blank stares of the people for whom she cares She cares too much and they too little, trust in this world is weak and brittle Come with me, she sings her tune, of forest, wilds and maybe soon, of freedom, joy and hope that lasts through the crimson of thy past​ story.​

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Betrothed to the Prince Charles Wessex, heir to the neighbouring kingdom. The marriage had been postponed when Wessexs raided their crop fields two years ago because of the high wheat and flour prices and this dispute hasn´t been settled yet.​

Spoiler: Death do us Part

https://writerssanctum.com/threads/death-do-us-part-andromeda-x-tajira.36938/

Her last arrow was meant for you. Strung up and pointed at the heart, there would be no escape from its whistling tune. Life and death separated by a single breath. And yet, much can change in such a short moment when the hands move faster than thoughts and the arrow is flying free. But not to plunge into your chest but to save the life of another. Raider goes down without a sound and the pounding of bare feet signals the escape of their target.

No defences left, only the will to survive and to protect.

You see a leader, she never got to be, and a potential wasted along with the whispered pleas echoing through the battlefield. Yet her voice does not plead with them. The fire in her eyes is not burnt out despite the horrors they now mirror and will do so for the rest of her life. How long will that be? Seconds? Decades? It´s not her decision and never was, though the young soul used to dream and hope for a future forever lost.

The steel in your hand is singing its dreadful tone, tainted with crimson and mud just like your soul. What will you do now, when the Fates have already begun cutting her thread?​

 

[Tajira]

	BB ❝ Sometimes a bloodbag wants a story of its own ❞​ 【 𝕀 】core. aliases: Lord of the Crime age: 25 occupation: Blood mage, species: Human-vampire hybrid orientation: lesbian ⠀⠀ ⠀ 【 𝕀𝕀𝕀 】psyche. talents: murder likes: blood, violence, teasing dislikes: first impression: s fears: ⠀⠀ 【 𝕀𝕀 】visage. hair: dark brown skin: freckled, smooth eyes: heterochromia: green and amber height: 5′ 6″ build: sleek figure, muscular arms from archery ⠀⠀ 【 𝕀𝕍 】traits. ✦ Chaotic ✦ Survivor ✦ Crime Lord ✦ Distrustful ✦ D ⠀⠀		⠀⠀
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Hunger for blood that none can sate Is it all my fault or was it just a fate Playing it´s dirty tricks on a mortal mind I can do crazy, but I can´t do kind. Carnage and chaos are the lovers in my soul I can´t play fair but I can play foul Run away, run while there is still time Fear me, hate me – the Lord of the Crime ​ story.​

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BB was nobody. Interesting perhaps as a stain on the wall and treated worse than a bug in the dirt. She had no opinion, no dreams, no hopes, no past, no present, no future. The only redeeming quality about her was her blood. Thick and richer in taste than divine ambrosia that made vampires go crazy after just one sip. How had she survived? Nobody knows.

She was shepherded from place to place, always following in the footsteps of her owners. Raised among the vampires she witnessed the horrors they brought upon humanity and various other races, murdering, pillaging, butchering anyone and anything that stood in their path. They were no creatures of mercy and fairytales. No. They were the monsters of the night and day by day she turned into one of them.

No other slave was kept around as long, all friendly faces died before her eyes, sometimes under her hands. She became indifferent to their brutal treatment, resentful towards their arrogance yet unable to hate them for it. They were family, the only one that never got rid of her, the one that raised her, clothed and fed her. She wouldn´t bite the hand feeding her.

Not until much later …

… when her life turned upside down

By a miracle fallen from the stars …