Heavenly consort

I saw myself dancing alone, always alone.

 intro  what was once an honour, turned into a prison. The impressive and daunting palaces swallowed all who came inside, not spitting them out unless deemed failures- and even then, many were not heard from again. one lonely life ruled by expectations and secrets, betrayal and cruelty. the concubines whisper bitter gossip of the noble consort, a woman unworthy of her position, from a family of low standing who was sold as a slave but now live in the empty luxuries befitting of her title. there is no book she has not absorbed within the secret city, and shows interest towards those who offer their perspective in exchange for her advice. wise eyes with a lovely face, gentle smile masks the desire to break free and become the author of her own life - no matter the cost.

 rule i.  only do ingame Rp unless stated otherwise. rule ii.  author writes slow. para-paramore. plays a lot of other games and level slow. rule iii.  dni if under 18, older the better. we might dive into more mature and horror themes, and i'll greatly appreciate any trigger warnings if are needed. (EVEN if you consider it spoilers) the trope of good for her is the main theme behind consort. Please be mindful and communicate. rule IV.  consort is not combat-focused, she tends to all injuries and patients but she avoids fighting. unless in debates; she will flee. a real woman uses her wits and poison.

Thanks for taking the time to read my carrd! i wanted to keep it short and sweet, since not much is known about her. she tends to keep away from the spotlight, going from place to place. but feel free to ask if you have any questions!

TW: slavery, trafficking, sexual abuse(hinted), murder

❝ forgiveness is a sign of weakness. Retribution is the way to make right. ❞

title - divine consort   
namenice try, faeagetwenty-three
pronounsshe/herraceau ra/raen
originyanxiaclassbrd/ach
occupationnoble consort, aromatherapistlanguagehingan/common

 about  Stern glances followed by a sweet and understanding smile. the dedicated apothecary treats any and all, with no judgment or discrimination. if stress is bringing you down, or the mental deterioration of the political climate has you by the throat, come by and smell the flowers. However, she is in much need of compensation, as she is surviving and finding her place in this foreign world -- but it is known to her now, she is a ghost. haunting each place she visits.
Purposefully not growing any roots, leaving a different name in each location. leaving no trace of her visits, despite how she naturally draw to the cities, where she can disappear into the crowd. where she can captivate those she deems useful to her, becoming a mesmerising memory before she fades away into nothingness.[true name] possesses a talent which allows her to detect illnesses or diseases within the first meeting, be it mental or bodily, and then without much trouble, blend a scent, tea or poison that they need.

  • height : tall enough

  • notable features : huadian

  • eye color : pale green

  • hair color : deep brown/black

  • skin color : fair

  • built : plush, curvy and strong

  • talents: archery, arts, survival

  • sexuality : tattoos

  • family : lost

  • symbols : plum blossom, black rose

  • accessories : hair ornament, horn jewellery, kiseru-dagger

❝all i hear are screams, every time i dare close my eyes.❞

 biography  many moons have passed since the child was given to the palace, too many to recall. The sound of her mother's laughter, and the smile of her father, forgotten in the long days of melancholy drama. Following orders and remaining unseen, with her fellow servants, where they would share gossip at every occasion. The secrets could not stay hidden, giggles and lies spilled further and further down the ranks. Our little servant continued her duties, learning from her elders to keep her head down and ignore the boring and disturbing stories. But then one fated day, the auri caught the attention of the household. Her life changed in that instance, now she listened to her former friends whispering of her and wishing her harm. They scrubbed her until she bled, chopped off all that did not fit the mould of a concubine.The gossip had proven to be tame to the cruel games played by the harem. But she would survive. She would thrive. Take her time. Learn. Adapt. Wait…

❝ i no longer dream, only nightmares of those who've died. ❞

  • strengths

  • perseverance

  • disciplined

  • ambitious

  • insightful

  • charismatic

  • artistic

  • weakness

  • aloof

  • anger issues

  • cynical

  • power hungry

  • uncompromising

  • blunt

  • core

  • suspicious

  • hypervigilant

  • hedonistic

  • vindictive

  • adaptable

  • fear

❝ even if it will cost everything. even if i am judged and damned. i will emerge victorious. ❞

 Deep within the mountains of yanxia 

rumoured kingdom swallowed by the deep valleys, now deserted but at its time ruled by a retired warlord. given to him by the garleans, and infamous for accepting unwanted sons and daughters into their care. newly formed legends of its fall are rarely spoken of, unless to scare children straight.

 aromatic therapy 

scent is often overlooked, but with the right knowledge of herbs and committed hands, it can calm the many stresses tearing at the body. a doctor out of necessity, but a talent to pick up subtle hints, the consort can offer aid to those suffering.

 shadows never stray too far 

❝never forgive. never forget. never feel safe.❞repeated with each string pulled taut. a silent toxophilite, able to stalk her targets for as long as needed. it all will burn, one way or another, and the scent will be glorious.