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Stormsinger—

Born and crafted from both moonlight and the darkness of deep space, Aislinn is a mistress of the endless Night — a true daughter of her holy goddess, Nótt. She is stardust and hurricanes, the physical embodiment of raging summer thunderstorms and cold stars. A Rahilah Maiden, a chosen protector, a warden, a destroyer, she will protect her homeland, her tribe, and her family until her last dying breath. Her heart a wandering soul, a nomad by birth, a gypsy through and through. She is touched by galaxies and falling stars; the tattoos on her neck a testament of her mother dame's dreams. A forever mark of the night skies that she loved so dearly; her Goddess' sea of opalescent pearls and indigo skies a call that she will never leave unanswered.. not even when Death comes to claim her mortal soul.
-- -- --

WISHLIST:
  • find cahira.
  • find a mate.
  • have a child.
  • spar with someone of each loyalty [0/7].
  • gain magic; storm manipulation.
  • behemoth varwulfar; lightning dragon, ramuh.


    your heart is a wild thing,
    made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes.



    -- -- --

    Avis // Pixel






  • A HEART'S A HEAVY BURDEN
    - howl's moving castle -
    ☽☉☾

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    STORMCHILD, ARE YOU LISTENING
    // thread tracker












    Threads


    RETURN OF THUNDER - with Ru, battle.
    ALL ROADS - with Pippigrin, rapid fire.
    CONSUME - with Beauregard.
    STARBRIGHT - with Reichenbach, rapid fire.
    BLOOD MUST HAVE BLOOD - with Regulus.
    LIVING FOR THE NIGHT LIKE IT IS GOLDEN - with Ciara, SWP.
    THUNDER AND SHADOWS - with Romilda, SWP.
    WE HAVE NOT VANISHED - with Isorath and Reichenbach, SWP.

    MAGNUM OPUS - with everyone, SWP.
    THE WARDENS, PART II - with everyone.
    DON'T THINK TWICE - with Maxence, SWP.
    END GAME - with Maxence, stealth.

    * indicates inactive thread




    Claims


    Threading with a New Player:
    Liza
















    A HEART'S A HEAVY BURDEN
    - howl's moving castle -
    ☽☉☾

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    SHE WAS A STORM MADE WOMAN, AFTER ALL
    // skill trees












    Battle - Warrior - 0 VP


    0 VP - NOVICE - Your character’s base stats.
    3 VP - FLEET - Your character has learned to carry themselves greater distances. +1 ENDURANCE.
    5 VP - ORTHODOX - Your character has learned speedy jabs using the right side of their body. +1 SPEED.
    7 VP - SOUTHPAW - Tactics and strategy are beginning to take shape in your characters fighting. +1 AGILITY.
    10 VP - WARCRY - Your character has learned to invoke fear in their enemies with a fearsome battlecry. +1 STRENGTH.
    13 VP - SLASH - Your character has learned to utilise a weapon perfectly. +1 AGILITY, awarded ‘Warrior’s Kukri’ weapon.
    15 VP - SNATCHER - They can now swoop in to perform a nasty attack upon their opponent. +1 STRENGTH.
    17 VP - ALLY - Their companion is their greatest ally. +1 COMPANION.
    20 VP - DAEMON - Magic aids their most vicious moves. +1 MAGIC.
    23 VP - PAYBACK - They have learned to attack as their opponent does. +1 ATTACK.
    25 VP - SPARTAN - They have begun to deal incredible damage, breaking bones and scarring for life. +1 DAMAGE.
    27 VP - BASILISK - Their skin is now thick from wear but mostly from tear. +1 DEFENSE.
    30 VP - ROAR - Blessed with the power of the Totem Lars, your character can now create a roar that crosses ocean and puts fear in every heart who hears it. Out of battle this can be used as many times as your please, however may only be used once per Totem year in battle. It detracts -1 defense per 10 HP from your opponent. +5 HP, +1 WISDOM, +1 LUCK.




    Stealth - 1 VP


    0 VP - NOVICE - Your character’s base stats.
    3 VP - APPRENTICE - Your character has learned to step softly but swiftly. +1 AGILITY.
    5 VP - PICKPOCKET - Your character is getting the hang of the art of stealth and is beginning to pickpocket with ease. +1 SPEED.
    7 VP - ROGUE - The legwork and active lifestyle your character leads has rendered them lean and muscular. +1 STRENGTH.
    10 VP - ENDURER - Your character has found ways to cut corners and make tasks easier. +1 ENDURANCE<.br>
    13 VP - CUTPURSE - Now wielding a weapon your character is shaping into a force to be reckoned with. +1 to attack, awarded ‘Thief Blade’ weapon.
    15 VP - CLOAK - Your character is harder to hit. +1 DEFENSE.
    17 VP - BROTHER - Your character works well with others, especially their companion. +1 COMPANION.
    20 VP - ARTIFICER - Magic aids your character greatly in their work. +1 MAGIC.
    23 VP - BACKLASH - Information reaches your character faster than attacks do. +1 DEFENSE.
    25 VP - SPY - Your character leanrs of their opponents weaknesses and explots them. +1 DAMAGE.
    27 VP - ASSASSIN - Your character is now a fully fledged assassin. +1 ATTACK.
    30 VP - RAVEN'S EYES - Your character has unlocked the unique stealth tree ability that grants them allegiance to the ravens in Nordlys. Your character may call upon a raven to spy on whichever active thread of the characters choosing ONCE per season. +5 to HP.




    Alchemy - 0 VP


    0 VP - NOVICE - Your character’s base stats.
    3 VP - SOLVE - Your characters draughts have increased their vitality. +1 STRENGTH.
    5 VP - COAGULA - They are getting faster at completing each concoction. +1 SPEED.
    7 VP - BOTANIST - They have become familiar with the animal kingdom and study their movements. +AGILITY
    10 VP - FLASK - Sturdy potion flasks mean they can uncork a potion when they most need it. +1 ENDURANCE.
    13 VP - ADEPT - Once again they have learned attack and sprint with more speed. +1 Wisdom + 1 Luck. Now recieves two potions when completed a successful alchemy rather than one.
    15 VP - NIRVANA - Their mind has strengthened, but most of all so has their heart. +1 ENDURANCE
    17 VP - BIOLOGIST - Thier study of animals allows them a stronger allegiance with their bonded. +1 COMPANION
    20 VP - HERBALIST - Remedies that work like magic. +1 MAGIC
    23 VP - PLAGUE- They strike fast and without mercy. +1 ATTACK
    25 VP - POISONER - Their poisons deal incredible damage. +1 DAMAGE
    27 VP - DOCTOR - The years have rendered them hardy and impervious. +1 DEFENCE
    30 VP - ALCHEMIST - Now recieves Three potions when completed a successful alchemy rather than two. +5 HP, +1 Wisdom + 1 Luck


















    A HEART'S A HEAVY BURDEN
    - howl's moving castle -
    ☽☉☾

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    A I S L I N N
    A QUOTE FOR AISLINN




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    "this here is your speach colour!
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    @Maxence @Liza matchy tables -waggles eyebrows-
    "Aislinn speech."

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    A HEART'S A HEAVY BURDEN
    - howl's moving castle -
    ☽☉☾




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    STORMS ARE WONDERFUL
    THE WAY THE SKIES THRASH AND SCREAM—












    What I must.

    His reply is a spark, a flame that is almost snuffed out by the winds that ensnare them in this in-between plane of light and shadows. But she desperately holds onto those words, clinging to them with a recognition of her own damnation. Her own fate. What Aislinn does not realize, as she cradles those words of truth, that they will become a mantra. A war cry when her guilt, her darkness, her demons come knocking. And now, she can not be more glad for it. That here before her, her friend stands and is so incredibly honest to her.

    She does not know how to express the sheer weight of the gift he has given to her in just three little words.

    I fear.. My heart found it's fire again, and I fear there are consequences for it.

    She takes his confession carefully into her palm, like a precious gold coin turning over with tender fingers — realizing the weight of it. Where she had cradled her new affirmation, now she stands with the heaviness of both longing and knowing upon her shoulders. The diadem upon Isorath's crown is a symbol of both status and growth, but now, she can see the line that has been drawn in the sand between their Courts. And her heart.. oh, her heart is torn. Reichenbach's curse of empathy might not be her own, but it is her undying loyalty that may very well become her undoing. Aislinn knows Florentine's heartbreak all too well, and her anger still simmers because of it. She can feel it's crimson fires blaze and burn, and her lightning crackles in answer. But it is also the other half of her coin that mourns, and understands.

    For once upon a time, she had also been Isorath.. in love with a man born from shadows and smoke and stars. A man who was just as much a wild, untamed soul, as she. As Isorath.

    "No one should apologize for the whims of their heart," she tells him; a murmur, an even whisper that is like the kiss of a sea breeze after a storm. A blessing. "You can't help but fall in love."

    You should go, enjoy the festival and all it has to offer. There is much to see and I'm sure there are others who would be pleased to see you.

    Yes.. perhaps then, he is right. Perhaps now, with the shreds of her guilt carefully chained in the far reaches of her, may she be able to find her lover at last. In their short reunion, Aislinn's shoulders no longer bare the weight of cowardice, or shame, or regret. She is a light creature of lithe bones and a warmth of pinks and gold and Dusk that swathes her in both the colors of her kingdom, and also a kingdom who now held part of her. Now, they stand at a crossroads. Befitting of the highways in her own soul, that have been carved from both Calligo's shadows and smoke and Vespera's world of twilight and dreams. Together, they stand at the cusp of choosing which road to walk on.

    Except, before she turns, her gaze catches onto the lilac pools of the man before her. He is porcelain and flames and ice and gold, and yet, she still cannot quite believe how much her heart has swollen in this time they have been reunited. It is because of this, the stormsinger finds that her smile wobbles, and silver threatens to prick at the blue of her eyes.

    She does not allow her tears to fall, however joyful they may be. Instead, Aislinn dips her crown, bowing and rising with a grin that does not shake upon the bronze of her lips. Her voice is velvet — velvet and sweet. A promise made on the stars that slowly begin to cling to her, much like the painted night sky across her skin.

    As she looks at him, her gaze is unfaltering. Strong. Her. "I will see you again soon, Isorath, my friend." Her smile grows with that promise, before she fades into the darkness of Calligo's shadows, with only a wisp of stardust and silver left in the memory of where she stood.

    Because now, her heart is open. Now, she has her prince to find. But not before a whisper trails behind her, unspoken and hidden within the weight of her words.

    Thank you.








    IT IS A REMINDER
    THAT EVEN THE SKIES SCREAM,
    BURDENED
    WITH THE WEIGHT OF
    LOST, FORGOTTEN DREAMS.

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    "Aislinn speech."









    A HEART'S A HEAVY BURDEN
    - howl's moving castle -
    ☽☉☾




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    your heart is a wild thing
    made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes



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    words can be a different colour if you like!!

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    - howl's moving castle -
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    YOUR HEART IS A WILD THING,
    MADE OF STARDUST AND THUNDER AND HURRICANES












    What I must.

    His reply is a spark, a flame that is almost snuffed out by the winds that ensnare them in this in-between plane of light and shadows. But she desperately holds onto those words, clinging to them with a recognition of her own damnation. Her own fate. What Aislinn does not realize, as she cradles those words of truth, that they will become a mantra. A war cry when her guilt, her darkness, her demons come knocking. And now, she can not be more glad for it. That here before her, her friend stands and is so incredibly honest to her.

    She does not know how to express the sheer weight of the gift he has given to her in just three little words.

    I fear.. My heart found it's fire again, and I fear there are consequences for it.

    She takes his confession carefully into her palm, like a precious gold coin turning over with tender fingers — realizing the weight of it. Where she had cradled her new affirmation, now she stands with the heaviness of both longing and knowing upon her shoulders. The diadem upon Isorath's crown is a symbol of both status and growth, but now, she can see the line that has been drawn in the sand between their Courts. And her heart.. oh, her heart is torn. Reichenbach's curse of empathy might not be her own, but it is her undying loyalty that may very well become her undoing. Aislinn knows Florentine's heartbreak all too well, and her anger still simmers because of it. She can feel it's crimson fires blaze and burn, and her lightning crackles in answer. But it is also the other half of her coin that mourns, and understands.

    For once upon a time, she had also been Isorath.. in love with a man born from shadows and smoke and stars. A man who was just as much a wild, untamed soul, as she. As Isorath.

    "No one should apologize for the whims of their heart," she tells him; a murmur, an even whisper that is like the kiss of a sea breeze after a storm. A blessing. "You can't help but fall in love."

    You should go, enjoy the festival and all it has to offer. There is much to see and I'm sure there are others who would be pleased to see you.

    Yes.. perhaps then, he is right. Perhaps now, with the shreds of her guilt carefully chained in the far reaches of her, may she be able to find her lover at last. In their short reunion, Aislinn's shoulders no longer bare the weight of cowardice, or shame, or regret. She is a light creature of lithe bones and a warmth of pinks and gold and Dusk that swathes her in both the colors of her kingdom, and also a kingdom who now held part of her. Now, they stand at a crossroads. Befitting of the highways in her own soul, that have been carved from both Calligo's shadows and smoke and Vespera's world of twilight and dreams. Together, they stand at the cusp of choosing which road to walk on.

    Except, before she turns, her gaze catches onto the lilac pools of the man before her. He is porcelain and flames and ice and gold, and yet, she still cannot quite believe how much her heart has swollen in this time they have been reunited. It is because of this, the stormsinger finds that her smile wobbles, and silver threatens to prick at the blue of her eyes.

    She does not allow her tears to fall, however joyful they may be. Instead, Aislinn dips her crown, bowing and rising with a grin that does not shake upon the bronze of her lips. Her voice is velvet — velvet and sweet. A promise made on the stars that slowly begin to cling to her, much like the painted night sky across her skin.

    As she looks at him, her gaze is unfaltering. Strong. Her. "I will see you again soon, Isorath, my friend." Her smile grows with that promise, before she fades into the darkness of Calligo's shadows, with only a wisp of stardust and silver left in the memory of where she stood.

    Because now, her heart is open. Now, she has her prince to find. But not before a whisper trails behind her, unspoken and hidden within the weight of her words.

    Thank you.








    AND THAT WILL BE YOUR TRAGEDY

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    A HEART'S A HEAVY BURDEN
    - howl's moving castle -
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    she walked in moondust
    and stars were sprinkled in her hair



    The night was still a child, young and blissful and full of wonder. A never-ending sea of shimmering stars the color of opalescent pearls; not a single cloud covering the night sky. The summer night was cool and warm, like the small building heat from a little candle. Fireflies glimmered and ebbed and glowed as the seal bay fae stepped gingerly through the tall sweetgrass rubbing against her belly, ever wandering and without destination. She could still hear the soft beat of drums and music from the market square despite the distance — the sounds drifting along a whispering breeze like a half-remembered dream. Her muscles were tingling from her hours of twirling with the fire dancers, her skin buzzing and her mind wondrously forgetful and drunk on summer wine.

    As she moved, slightly forgetting herself and stumbling on nimble hooves, she hummed, a playful smile tugging at her lips for the first time since before.. well, before him. Before her heart had swelled and shattered into millions of shards of glass. Her thoughts were muddled and as misty as mornings in the mountains as she travelled, eagerly trying to forget in all sense of the word. The winged fae swallowed her corrosive regrets and pushed the memories of his warmth and shadows down down down.. until they were bound and caged, left in a dark corner of her soul to be dealt with later or never.

    Her smile drooped, and she made a face at the sky, huffing and giggling and utterly attempting to continue with her own distractions. She wanted to be careless, to be free; no longer tied to the gypsy boy who had shriveled her naïve little heart. Aislinn whirled, a billow of fireflies shooting upwards like stardust in the indigo night around her as she spun. With every soft bubble of laughter, every second of stupor tingling through her bones, and every step further from the castle, from him.. she slowly would forget. Until she was suddenly standing in the soft lapping waters of the lake, her gaze of bright blue flames taking in the reflecting silver light from the moon hanging high above her. Swishing her tail through the aqua, her nose sniffing at the purple flowers skimming the top of the small waves she created. Enchanted, her blood laced with sweet wine, and happy.

    And as elated and forgetful as a child of the Night should ever be.


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    A HEART'S A HEAVY BURDEN
    - howl's moving castle -
    ☽☉☾




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    i’m restless, things are calling me away
    my hair is being pulled by the stars again —



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    A HEART'S A HEAVY BURDEN
    - howl's moving castle -
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    and who cares if i'm coming back alive
    so what, at least i had the strength to fight
    too much, too much, too much, too much
    is never enough



    Some would say she returns too soon; but then again, who could keep Calligo’s stormsinger from the Steppe from which is was born to love? To burn for? To be ruined upon it’s bleak massacres of spilled blood and torn knuckles and lives lost? No.. no one could keep her away. Not even the memories of the Solterran’s voice could haunt her now. Too long have they been riddled within her dreams, her heartbeats, her steps, like a demon leeching her sanity through the long days that she had spent healing. Waiting. Mustering every ounce of strength as the earth began anew with life in riots of color and the thick of spring flowers.

    And now, she returns to the Steppe but with a single purpose. To rid herself of her past pain, and to begin again. Just like the flowers that blossom all around her.

    She was a whisper of nightfall as dawn murmured on the horizon in yawning glitters of color. "It’s good to see you again, hero," she croons, utterly unable to hide the curl of her copper-kissed lips. She blinks against the light of new day, gaze landing upon the familiar face that stands opposite of her. Once before, they had met here, and now once again, their fates have been intertwined. Blue blossoms flutter and wisp around her, crystalline in the sunbeams that crest over the trees that line the boundaries of their battlefield. There is a magic that burns in her blood and down into the marrow of her bones. It is not the storm that swirls within her, ever present, but something ethereal and precious in the mere moments the sun has begun to rise.

    Aislinn’s neck cracks as her crown tilts; muscles coiling in anticipation under the dark of her skin. The stormsinger eyes her opponent — the Warden of Dawn, the Dawn King’s glaive. The fires of her gaze flares with the crackle of lightning that sizzles down the length of her spine. "You owe me after last time."

    The curl of her lip lifts, knowing, as she waits.



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