“Jessica has loved Allen secretly for years. Jealous of Paige, she’s determined to win him, risking the powerful twin flame connection and destiny Allen and Paige are meant to share.”
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Apricity had never seen a city other than Satessa before and, compared to Meletis, that hardly qualified. She quickly became lost along the wending avenues, overwhelmed by the noise and sights and press of people all around her. Her nose led her to a small tavern on a quiet street, one of the few paths seemingly vacant despite the rush of the day's work. The barkeep seemed surprised to see her enter; the lavish room not quite ready for customers. He studied her up and down before drawing her to the bar and asking what he could get her. He was a kindly looking older human, and when she slid her copper over to him without a word, he took it, disappearing in the back. He returned nearly a half hour later with a piping hot bowl of stew and a beautiful human woman. She wore folds of rich fabrics carefully pinned to accentuate her lithe figure, her neckline plunging down to her navel leaving very little to the imagination, long tumbling curls of the deepest earthen brown framing her delicately featured face. Apricity blushed, turning her focus to the stew as the woman prowled toward her, a predator seeking prey, the older man making a discreet exit. “My, you are quite the gem!” The woman sighed in a melodic voice, tangling locks of Apricity’s wild red hair between her delicately manicured fingers.
Apricity was taken in by Malia, a Madam of Meletis, wooed in her naiveté. She was trained as a courtesan under false promises, caged again.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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Adelaide's eye flitted up to meet his gaze and she froze. He seemed to unravel her, seeing through the oversized coat and exhaustion bruised eyes to the girl beneath. It was unnerving. Adelaide cleared her throat and continued, “Jorra then. Let's get this cleaned up first, then we'll discuss options.” “It’s a scratch,” Jorra grumbled, glancing away as she dabbed iodine along the tender skin. “You told triage you were losing sensation in your fingers,” Adelaide replied, glancing up with a small, reassuring smile. “Let me do my job, Sir.” There was a long pause. Then, softly, “As you wish, Ms…?” “Montgomery,” Adelaide said, not looking up this time. She knew what followed.
Adelaide met Jorra years ago, during her clinicals. It was an unlikely place for people of their status to meet, but be perhaps it was fate.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm amber glow over the castle's stone walls. Lysandra stood at the balcony, her silver hair catching the last rays of light, eyes reflecting the twilight hues. The weight of the crown had grown heavier over the years, not in silver, but in expectation. Behind her, the door creaked open. She didn't need to turn to know who it was. "Still chasing the horizon?" Gideon's voice was warm, familiar. She smiled faintly. "Always." Gideon approached, his presence a steady comfort. He had become more than a partner; he was her anchor, her confidant. Over time, she had come to love him. Not with the fiery passion of youth, but with a deep, abiding affection. He understood her in ways few could. "I've been thinking," he began, his tone thoughtful, "about the lands beyond our borders. The uncharted territories, the cultures we've yet to experience. There's so much out there, Lysandra. I know you see it when you sleep. I know Melisandre calls you there." She turned to face him, her heart fluttering at the earnestness in his gaze. "And what would I find there?" "Adventure," he said with a grin. "Discovery. A chance to learn, to grow. To see the world beyond the palace walls."
Gideon urged Lysandra to travel. She left quietly, not telling Quinn. Now, beyond the Desmene, she seeks adventure and the answers buried deep in her ancestors memories.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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“This can’t be the end of us!” Quinn said. “It has to be,” Lysandra said, though she wasn’t sure how she’d keep that promise. “We both have a duty.” She leaned her forehead against his chest, the leather of his uniform cool beneath her skin. His arms wrapped around her, careful, as if holding her too tightly would break her. “Maybe we can find a way,” he murmured into her hair. “No,” she whispered, pulling back. “No, you can’t. If they think you’re a threat, if they think we’re a threat, they’ll ruin you.” “I don’t care.” “But I do,” she said, voice trembling. “You’re worth so much to the Demesne. You are all that is left of your name. I will not let that be destroyed because of me.” He kissed her then; soft, desperate, moonlit. The kind of kiss that felt like a promise sealed in blood. When they parted, she held his face in her hands and memorized him. “I must marry Gideon,” she said, and the words tasted like ash even as a deep warmth blossomed in her chest. “For the Demesne, for our people. My duty is to them and not my heart.” A promise, an oath, sworn in moonlight and sealed in tears. “And I will serve you. No matter what. You are my Princess, my Queen. I am yours too command, even if you're not mine to hold.” A second oath, sworn in kind but bound by a love far more intimate and personal. Quinn’s jaw clenched, eyes shimmering with a grief. There, beneath the wisteria vines and the pale glow of the moon, Lysandra kissed the boy she loved like it was the end of the world. Because in a way, it was.
Lysandra is heir to the Night Desmene; tethered to the spirit of Queen Melisandre, engaged to Gideon Seraf, and in love with Quinn Nightingale. She travels, bound by prophecy.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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Lysandra took a deep breath, the weight of Quinn’s absence suddenly palpable. Quinn… her childhood friend, her protector, the one person who had always been there for her, no matter the cost. It felt strange to even consider going without him by her side. “What about Quinn?” she asked quietly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “He’ll never agree to this. He’s… he’s not like you. He’ll want to keep me safe. He’ll—” “You can’t live your life for Quinn,” Gideon interrupted gently, his eyes serious. “He’s not the one who’ll share your future. That’s me, Lysandra.” The words stung more than she expected. She had never intended to hurt Quinn, but the thought that she was growing closer to Gideon in ways she had never been with him cut deeper than she had realized. She looked away, her eyes on the distant lights of the kingdom, where everything seemed so far removed from the passion and freedom she craved. “I know,” she murmured, though doubt lingered in her chest. “But I still can’t imagine leaving without saying something to him. He won’t understand.” “Then don’t,” Gideon said, his voice sharp. “He’ll try to stop you. He’s always tried to protect you, but he doesn’t understand. He thinks he knows what’s best for you, but he doesn’t.”
Lysandra is betrothed to Gideon Seraf. Their courtship has been kind but strained. Quinn’s presence complicated her feelings, and she longed for something more from both men.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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The night was dark, a blanket of bruised black that cradled the Nessian Woods and wove shadows through the grasping branches. The moon had long since dipped below the outstretched canopy of the forest, dark vine-like fingers flickered verdant in the firelight reaching for the dappled light above. Even the diffuse starlight seemed distant as night slowly crept toward morning. Apricity stirred beneath the warm embrace that cradled her; thick smoke singed her nostrils as Adonis shifted at her side. They had fallen asleep by the fire again, wrapped in each other’s arms and the whispered promises of young love. The camp was quiet around them save for the muffled snores of those at rest and the slow crunch of leaves under the hooves of the guards on patrol. Apricity wasn’t sure what had stirred her as she blinked awake, a muffled cough escaping her lips as she sat up. It wasn’t the fire, nor the chill that had settled in her bones from sleeping on the ground. Of that much she was certain. No. Something just felt… off. “Adonis, wake up.” She shook him as she slowly moved to a crouch, her eyes scanned the world cast in darkness beyond their circle of wagons. Adonis groaned and slowly pushed himself to a seated position as he smiled up at her. “What is it? Come back to sleep.” He said, voice groggy and speech lazy. He squeezed her hand gently as he tried to pull her back down. “I’m going to check on my parents… You should get to bed too.” Apricity’s voice cracked as she pulled away, eyes fixed on the Beyle wagon.
Apricity’s youth was marred with death. Her family was killed by bandits when she was 15. Survival her shame. Trauma caged her words for years—silence her closest companion.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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“You’ve been here?” Lysandra asked, voice still hoarse. “I never left,” Quinn said, like it was obvious. “They tried to make me. Said I’d catch it too, but I didn’t care.” His jaw clenched. “I wasn’t going to let you die alone.” Lysandra’s heart stuttered. “Did they think I would?” Quinn didn’t answer at first. His hand just tightened around hers. “You were burning up for days. You wouldn’t wake up. You were barely breathing.” Quinn’s voice broke then, just a little. “I thought I lost you.” Lysandra stared at their hands, her thin, bony fingers wrapped in his, and squeezed. “You didn’t.” “No,” Quinn whispered. “No, I didn’t.” Tears welled in his eyes, and he didn’t bother to hide them. He just leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently to hers. “You stubborn, impossible girl.” “I learned from the best,” Lysandra murmured. Quinn laughed, a choked, raw sound that turned into a sob. “Don’t do that again. Ever.”
A strange plague nearly claimed Lysandra's life, but she was saved by a new cure developed by the Seraf family. it was a plague that defined defied science and magic.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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For a long time, she didn’t move. She simply let herself exist, alive, somehow. Then she felt the weight on her right side. A hand, warm and familiar, wrapped tightly around her own. A head resting gently on the edge of the mattress, silver hair fanned like starlight against her blankets. Quinn. Lysandra’s breath hitched, just enough to stir him. He stirred slowly, as if he surfaced from somewhere deep, silver lashes fluttered open. His eyes met hers, wide, luminous, and full of disbelief. “Lysandra?” Quinn’s voice cracked like ice underfoot. He sat up too quickly, blinked rapidly as if he wasn’t sure she was real. “You’re—praise Morpheus, you’re awake.” Lysandra tried to speak but her throat caught. Her lips barely moved. “Water,” she rasped. Quinn was already at her side, pouring from the glass on the nightstand. His hands shook, but he held the glass to her lips as he guided her gently, carefully. His touch was delicate, as if she might vanish beneath his fingers.
Lysandra, in her youth, grew close to Quinn, her loyal protector. Too close, some might say. Now he travels by her side, and they tow the line between Princess and Knight.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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“Then we’ll move forward,” Gideon said, his voice gentle but strong. “We’ll figure it out, and you’ll come back when you’re ready. And when you do, we’ll make the life we’ve always dreamed of.” Lysandra looked up at him, her heart full of gratitude and love for the man before her. He was everything she had ever needed, everything her parents had wanted for her. He was strong, capable, and kind. He would make a good king and with him, she would never have to question where she belonged. Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. A piece of her heart, a shadow of something she had never fully understood. "Thank you," she whispered, leaning in just enough to let her lips brush against his cheek, a soft kiss that lingered in the stillness. She pulled back slightly, her breath shaky. "Thank you for believing in me." He smiled, that warm, disarming smile that had always made her heart skip. "Always, Lysandra. Always." For a moment, she felt the weight of her decision ease, as though with Gideon at her side, everything might just be okay. Then, as the night pressed on, the whisper of the wind carried with it a familiar scent, one that had nothing to do with adventure and everything to do with the past. Her heart stuttered. And for just a brief, impossible moment, she wondered if she was truly ready to leave it all behind.
Seen as a dreamer, Lysandra chased wonder over duty. Though marked as divinely favored, many saw her flaws—distracted and yearning for more than the stillness of court life.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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Before Carter could react, a wave of magic tore through him. It was sharp and quick, nearly painless in the way it struck his body, but it was also inevitable. It cut through him like a knife, sending a surge of panic into his veins as his body went cold. He had time, barely enough time, to register the force of it before he collapsed to his knees, his vision blurring. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the wicked smile on the woman’s face, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. His thoughts, hazy and desperate, were of Siobhan. Of Maeve. He prayed they would be safe, that they wouldn’t be hurt by whatever madness had come to claim him. His heart beat frantically in his chest, knowing he wouldn’t survive this. Please, he thought, Please let Siobhan know how much I love her. His last thought was of his wife, the woman he had healed, he had loved him when she was lost, was the last tether to the world he had before the darkness swallowed him whole. His last breath was a whisper of her name, a desperate, silent wish. He hoped that wherever she was, wherever she might be now, she would know how deep his love ran, how he would choose her again and again, in every lifetime, even if this was the cost. And then... everything faded into silence. Carter Easton, was gone.
Siobhan fled home, built a life from broken pieces, and watched it crumble. Now she wears grief like armor. Her own guilt wielded as a shield to protect those she loves.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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When Adelaide’s mirth faded into a smile, she asked, “I have to know. Why me?” Jorra didn’t answer right away and her mind began to rebel. ‘Stupid, stupid! Too forward, too much. You've no right.’ He didn't balk though. Instead, he stood and crossed the room slowly, pausing just near enough to her to not be touching, but close enough to notice the change in her breath. “Because you do what I cannot,” He said. “You walk into grief every day and make something purposeful out of it. Because you are unflinching in your honesty, and that’s rare. Because… I am very tired of people who only ask questions to be seen asking them.” The warmth in her chest ached. Softly, like the beginnings of something dangerous and beautiful. Adelaide swallowed. “I’ve never been good at this. Whatever this is.” Jorra’s voice was soft as spinned silk. “Then we’re both learning.” Her heart hammered in her chest as the space between them grew almost suffocating. “May I kiss you, Adelaide Montgomery.” Jorra asked with a quiet desperation that shattered her fragile control. The word, “yes,” had barely passed her lips before he wrapped her in his arms. Night faded away in gentle caresses and shared worship. Not of Gods, but of two spirits who understood one another in ways none before had.
I just have to share this art again because I am obsessed with Adelaide and Jorra! Especially since they just got engaged in game two sessions ago!.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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Hadrian, I told you I’d find a way back to you. I swore we’d have another chance to be together again, but I was wrong. I’m sitting here now, writing this, and I keep wishing you were here beside me holding my hand, telling me it’ll all be okay. Gods, I wish we had more time. I wish more than anything that you could be with me at the end. I love you so much and I can’t begin to tell you how much I regret leaving you behind in Dairs Wharf, selfish as that is. I should’ve fought harder. I should’ve begged you to come with us. I should have found a way to make you stay by my side. But now... it’s too late. That’s the cruelest part, knowing we’re being torn from each other again, and this time, there's no way back. There are things I need you to know, my love, while I can still tell you. I found a way to save my daughter, but it comes at a cost I can’t undo. To save her life, I have to give up mine. Not in the way you’re thinking. I’m going to be split. Siobhan, the woman who found her way back to you, who loved you with everything she had left, who stood beside you and believed again… She will be torn from me. What’s left will be Kara. Just Kara. Maybe she’ll remind you of the woman you once knew, before everything, but she won’t be me, not really, and eventually, even she will vanish. When this is done, she’ll be erased, and only Siobhan will remain, a stranger to you. She won’t remember the nights we shared, the battles we survived, the ache in my chest when you looked at me in my true form and for the first time in my life I felt truly seen and truly loved. She won’t remember what we lost or what we dreamed of building. So yes, I’m still here now, but by the time you read this I will be gone. While I’m still me, I need you to know how deeply I love you. How I dreamed of a life with you. I used to imagine a home in the Heights, a family, the sound of your voice as we grew old together. You hold every piece of me, Hadrian. Kara… The one I’ll become, she loves you too,…
Kara sees her life slipping away again. This time there will be no coming back. At least, in the end, she won't be alone.
Here is the farewell letter she sent to the love of her life before the final battle started.
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“I’m not asking you to stay forever,” Carter said with a small, understanding smile. “But you need to heal first. You’ll be here until you’re well enough to walk on your own. In the meantime, you can help me in the shop. That’ll cover the cost.” Kara’s pride flared again, but she kept it in check. She didn’t need to fight him over this. He wasn’t forcing her to stay. He was offering a way out. “A deal then,” she said after a pause, her voice more subdued. “I’ll work off the cost of my room, board, and your healing supplies. I’ll stay until I’m strong enough to leave. I won’t be your charity case, though.” “I never said you were,” Carter replied easily, as though the comment didn’t rattle him in the slightest. “I’ll leave the rest of the details to you. If you want to pay me back with work, then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll get along just fine.” Carter's words were simple, straightforward, and yet, there was something so steady about him. Something calm that contrasted her storm of emotions. Kara wasn’t used to that kind of gentleness, especially not after everything with Hadrian, but she didn’t push him away. She couldn’t. Not yet.
Kara's world was masks, theft, and shadow—until she found light in Carter and became Siobhan. Then the shadows took him back. So, she became what she had to. For their daughter.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory. Art Credit: @drawsmaddy.bsky.social
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The dock smelled like fish guts, salt, and the kind of danger Ellie liked best. She crouched behind a stack of crates, her wiry blonde hair wind-tangled and her stolen boots too big for her feet. Beside her, Harper pressed low to the ground, tail twitching, ears alert. The tabaxi’s wide amber eyes scanned the street beyond the dock as if she could see through the crowd and straight into the future. Ellie grinned. “Told you we’d make it.” “We almost got caught twice,” Harper whispered, her voice velvet-smooth and dry with disapproval. “Almost doesn’t count,” Ellie said, pulling her threadbare cloak tighter against the morning chill. “We’re here, aren’t we?” The city of Dairs Wharf unfurled before them, bigger than anything Ellie had ever imagined. Towering stone buildings leaned over crooked alleyways. Banners snapped from balconies, and voices clashed together in a dozen languages. There were humans, dwarves, elves, even a dragonborn or two passing like they belonged here. And maybe they did. Ellie would too. She’d make sure of it. The orphanage back in Little Nest felt like a bad dream now; cold floors, colder food, and the headmistress who swore she was saving their souls by breaking their spirits. Ellie had seen how they treated Harper though… Cruel to her difference… She had lasted a whole year, fighting to defend Harper, before she started planning their escape. This life would be better.
Her name was Siobhan, or Kara, or Ellie... Who she was no longer matters. Her husband is gone, her daughter taken. She hunts for those who destroyed her family, finding faith.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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Siobhan’s feat carried her without her command. She shuffled around the counter, her eyes fixed on that lock. Its tarnished brass shimmered in the candlelight, a silent warning bell. Sweat raced down her spine, more beaded on her forehead as she inched ever slowly towards that damning proof. A gentle thud reverberated through her sore shins and her body froze at the familiarity of that give. A ringing in her ears shattered the silence, her heart thundered in time with her breath. She knew before looking… The feel of that kick, the give in the gentle weight behind a step that should have met with open air and an oak floor. She knew what lay at her feet. “No, no, no, no, no!” Her half whispered plea was so loud in the stillness of the night. ‘No’ became her mantra as Siobhan slowly peeled her eyes from the tarnished brass lock, traced the cracked verdant paint of the door frame to where it joined the baseboards that adorned the hardwood floor. Ever so slowly her gaze followed the veined wood of the old oak to what lay at her feet. Her world shattered as she took in the tumble of blond hair tangled and unkempt from sleep, the gentle point of his elven ears, his deep blue eyes opened and dulled. An expression of shock was frozen across his beautiful face, a face she loved with all she had. She stared at him for a moment, two. Taking in his stillness, that uncanny expression of fear and pain. He had no injuries, no signs of damage, there was nothing wrong with him that she could find, he should be fine! She dropped to her knees pleading for him to wake up. Her hands cupped his cheeks, she shook him, she tried desperately to pull him back into consciousness. “No, no, no! Please wake up! My love, please!” Tears streamed down her face. This never should have happened; she had been so careful she…
From the gangs of Dair’s Wharf to love in Ariskar, Kara rose. Love made her soft. Loss made her dangerous. Vengeance made her a martyr in a war against the Violet Court.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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I made myself cry with this one. Imagine that...(she didn't die btw she just left)
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Carter studied her for a moment, his eyes searching hers as though trying to read some hidden meaning behind her words. There was something about the way he looked at her, something patient, almost as if he could see past her walls. “I’m not asking you to stay forever,” he said with a small, understanding smile. “But you need to heal first. You’ll be here until you’re well enough to walk on your own. In the meantime, you can help me in the shop. That’ll cover the cost.” Her pride flared again, but she kept it in check. She didn’t need to fight him over this. He wasn’t forcing her to stay. He was offering a way out. “A deal then,” she said after a pause, her voice more subdued. “I’ll work off the cost of my room, board, and your healing supplies. I’ll stay until I’m strong enough to leave. I won’t be your charity case, though.” “I never said you were,” Carter replied easily, as though the comment didn’t rattle him in the slightest. “I’ll leave the rest of the details to you. If you want to pay me back with work, then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll get along just fine.” Carter's words were simple, straightforward, and yet, there was something so steady about him. Something calm that contrasted her storm of emotions. Kara wasn’t used to that kind of gentleness, especially not after everything with Hadrian, but she didn’t push him away. She couldn’t. Not yet.
From renowned thief to mother. Kara's story is one of transformation, tragedy, and the relentless hunt for redemption. She knows she's flawed, but she tries. She always tries.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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Character writing tool: attachment styles
Part 2: avoidant attachment style
Childhood Behaviours * Tend to avoid parents both in contact and comfort seeking * Little or no preference for parents over strangers
Adulthood Behaviours * Independent and take care of themselves * Likely to struggle with/fear intimacy and put off by neediness on others * Avoid emotional investment in relationships * Appear distant/closed off * Struggle to share thoughts & feelings * Dismissive of partner & their feelings
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Kara smiled. This was all too easy. She knelt, fingers moving with mechanical confidence, eyes dancing across the enchanted tumblers, lips whispering numbers. Click. The wall parted. Then a voice sounded behind her. Kara froze. “Hadrian sends his regards.” The words dropped like a blade. She turned. A figure stepped from the shadows, his face buried in the dark of a deep hood. His gloved hand raised. The flash of the pistol was almost elegant. The pain hit a second later, blinding, searing through her side like fire dipped in ice. She staggered back, gasping, hand clutching her ribs. The vault screamed in alarm, lights flaring. Arcane pulses raced through the walls. Trap. This was all a trap. Kara didn’t hesitate. She launched herself out the window, glass shattering around her, pain lancing her side. The air stole her breath as she tumbled to the ground, rolling hard against the grass. Shouts erupted behind her. The estate bloomed with light. Guards. Magic. Footsteps. And always, behind them, she felt him. The man with the hood. The one who moved too silently. Too fast. She didn’t understand. Who the hell was he? Who sent him?
Kara, was a ghost in the criminal underworld. Then a beloved wife, mother, and healer. She has once again become the thief, hunting the Queen of Air and Darkness.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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Kara moved like a whisper through the candlelit chambers of the hideout, boots silent against the worn stone, her red hair tied back in a messy braid that still managed to look infuriatingly perfect. Below her, the den of The Burning Rose buzzed with familiar chaos, bards singing off-key, dice clattering against tables, a dwarf cursing someone’s mother. She didn’t care for any of it right now. She cared only about the door ahead of her, the one with a faint trace of jasmine perfume drifting out from under it. Seraphima’s door. The nerve. Kara didn’t bother knocking. She barged in, catching the blonde mid-pour, crystal decanter tilted toward a pair of glasses. Seraphima’s smile didn’t falter. “Kara. How lovely. I was just telling Hadrian—” “I know.” Kara’s voice was sugar-laced poison. “I could hear your giggles halfway down the hall.” Hadrian leaned back in the chair opposite Seraphima, long black hair spilling over one shoulder, wine glass untouched. He didn’t even flinch at Kara’s entrance. Of course he didn’t. “My Rose,” he drawled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You always arrive just in time to ruin a perfectly good seduction.” “Of her or you?” Kara stalked closer. “Hard to tell who’s the victim here.” “I’ll be the victim if she keeps pouring me this cheap wine,” Hadrian said, taking the glass and swirling it dramatically. “Seraphima, I thought you were trying to impress me.” “I am,” Seraphima said, her voice light but her gaze sharp. “With something better than wine.” She leaned forward and pushed a map across the table, its surface glittering faintly with arcane sigils. Kara narrowed her eyes. She recognized that magic. University script. Ariskar. “That’s a long way to go for whatever you’re selling,” Kara said. “Oh, but it’s not just whatever,” Hadrian murmured. He stood, fingers brushing Kara’s shoulder lightly as he passed behind her. “Tell her, Sera.” Seraphima beamed, smug, and Kara's fists clenched. She had a damn pet name now?
Kara once sought infamy as a thief, but now fights to take the power of the Queen of Air and Darkness. This will be the greatest heist in history. To steal a Fey Court!
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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By the time they reached the edge of the Takes, Kara’s steps had slowed. Hadrian stopped beside her, quieter now. “You did good tonight.” “I always do.” He smiled, but gently. “Not just the fight. You let someone in. A little.” Kara looked away. “Don’t get used to it.” “I won’t,” he said. “Unless you let me.” They stood there in silence, shadows stretching long under the moonlight. Finally, she sighed. “Alright. I’ll join your gang.” He blinked. “Seriously?” “I want a name,” she said. “I want power. And maybe it’d be nice… not being alone anymore.” Hadrian didn’t say anything at first. Then, he reached into his coat and pulled out a red silk ribbon, a symbol she’d seen his crew wear around their arms or in their hair. He handed it to her and Kara took it, fingers brushing his. Her voice was soft. “You better be worth it.” Hadrian smirked. “Oh, I am.”
Kara: changeling mostly shifted into her teifling form. Gwyn: Teifling wizard
Kara, a renowned thief built a legend on lies, returned to her old home. Stripped of titles and love, seeking the daughter that was stolen from her she was hungry for vengeance.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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“I broke in last night,” she added bluntly. Carter raised an eyebrow. “I noticed.” Her mouth twisted in the faintest semblance of a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She was guarded, but there was something about her, a flicker of vulnerability that seemed to seep through the cracks, even if she tried to hide it. “I should be going,” she said then, her voice edged with a sharpness that suggested her pride, it was pushing her to stand and leave regardless of her condition. “I don’t belong here.” It wasn’t the first time someone had made that kind of declaration, and Carter doubted it would be the last. He had no illusions about her ability. People were capable of awesome feats even when injured. He assumed that edge was born of capability. She wasn’t a helpless soul who would sit idly by, and he knew she wouldn’t accept charity. That wasn’t the kind of woman she was. “You’re in no condition to leave,” Carter said, his tone a little firmer this time. He could see the weariness in her eyes, the exhaustion of someone who’d been running, fighting, and surviving for far too long. “You lost a lot of blood, Siobhan. You need time to heal.” She glanced away, her jaw clenched in frustration. He could practically feel the pride in her posture, the way she fought the need to rest, to rely on anyone. “I’m not asking for help,” she muttered, her voice rougher now, a quiet defiance settling in her eyes. “I just need to get out of here.”
Taught shame young, Siobhan buried her truth until it cost her everything. She hunts with a thief’s blade and a mother’s heart, finding faith in the God of Thieves, Mask.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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From orphan to outlaw. A changeling taught to hide who found infamy, only to lose everything and flee to a quiet life and family. Then fate tore her world apart again.
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Kara's shifting faces mask the pain of a stolen life. Both loves was taken, but one found her again. Only she has to give it all up to willingly now, to save her daughter.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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Formerly Siobhan, Kara mastered secrecy to survive—now she wears a single face, chasing the past that tore her life apart. They fey claimed their own, her daughter the price.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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Apricity became the Diamond of the Orchid. Until Carvus became obsessed with her. He claimed her as his, purchasing her false debts as part of a marriage contract.
Here is an excerpt from her backstory.
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