cryopathy: (wolf)
kiera canorus aurelius
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weasel's note: kiera's handwriting is a neat, flowing script somewhere between print and cursive.

they can most often be found at the barn, either tending to animals or in the attached stablemaster's quarters, or at the watchtower bar, either as a patron or occasionally tending bar.

plotting contact: PM // [plurk.com profile] fuckweasel // discord @ fuckweasel

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Jan. 22nd, 2024 09:17 pm
cryopathy: (shrike)
PLAYER

NAME: weasel, he/it
CONTACT: PM, discord @ fuckweasel
ACTIVE TIMES/PACE: daily/varies
BRACKETS/PROSE: brackets preferred
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: WARN ME FIRST: self harm, suicide. ABSOLUTELY NOT: heart disease/heart trauma including cardiac arrest & visuals or descriptions of heart gore.

IN CHARACTER

PRONOUNS: they/she
PHYSICAL AFFECTION: platonic is fine. sexual, yes. romantic, absolutely not. yes, there's a difference.
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: they would much rather talk their way out of it, but fiiine, if you insist!
RELATIONSHIPS: never.
PSYCHIC & PSIONIC INFORMATION: USED BY THEM: kiera has the ability to drain an emotion of their choice, leaving the victim numb and susceptible to suggestion for a time. i will always ask before doing this, unless you choose to opt out below! USED AGAINST THEM: ask and ye shall receive! feel free to pull any of their thoughts from my narration as well.
MAGICAL INFORMATION: the above, plus: kiera can create and manipulate ICE and WIND. she can also transform into a few different animals, but she is careful not to let herself be identified in these forms. however, they are always heterochromic.
MEDICAL INFORMATION: she can survive indefinitely off of human blood or emotion. heals in half the time a human does, but can also be injured in any way a human can.
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: she will not tolerate children being harmed or even threatened. avoids butterflies and unicorn imagery.

OUT OF CHARACTER

BACKTAGGING: yes; if in a week i haven't responded to a thread you wanted to continue, feel free to send me a message.
THREADJACKING: yes; as long as the other participants are ok with it!
FOURTHWALLING: no thanks.
SMUT: ask; prefer fade to black.
NOT INTERESTED IN: unsure; just ask if you think it necessary!

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

VISUAL: 6' even. dark, rich brown skin. long, wavy white hair, loose or done up in any number of ways. eyepatch over her right eye. left eye is light indigo, right eye is gold. pupils are slitted like a cat's. usually dressed in armor or fineries. always has some sort of feather or fur ruff/cape around her shoulders.
IDENITFYING CHARACTERISTICS: none visible atm. as far as most people can tell, she is human. if you believe your character would be able to identify her as a dhampir, please discuss it with me first! in STICKS, currently, kiera no longer hides her gold eye or the catlike shape of her pupils.
VOICE: airy, soft, with an almost melodic lilt.
DEMEANOR: comes off as easygoing and playful. charming.


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CONTENT WARNINGS: alcoholism, substance abuse, child abuse mentions, manipulation, temporary loss of autonomy, butterfly/insect imagery.

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☆ code by kimmiserate

playlist

Apr. 17th, 2025 10:20 pm
Kiera Canorus
playlist
adele
go easy on me, baby
i was still a child
didn't get the chance to
feel the world around me
had no time to choose
what i chose to do
so go easy on me

there ain't no room for things to change
when we are both so deeply stuck in our ways
you can't deny how hard i have tried
i changed who i was to put you both first
but now i give up
architects
why does defeat always taste so bittersweet?
i just wanna live and die in peace

the flower that never blossoms is quickly forgotten
it must be gold if it's glistening
i must've lost myself, lost myself, lost myself

goodbye, all the doves have flown away
fly high, 'cause the ravens are here to stay
i must've lost myself, lost myself, lost myself in a cloud of
dead butterflies, dead butterflies, dead butterflies
breathe carolina
i wish there was a way to give it all away
from the hole where my heart used to be, just believe me

don't go play by the water
they say you won't come back, don't go, you won't come back
don't go looking for answers
they say you won't come back, don't go, you won't come back

back to the lake where i dispose of my body
parts of me, she is resurfacing
and i, i just don't understand
why she's got to talk so much, yeah
and i'm so tired of telling lies
oh, i wanna go back, rewind, oh
crown the empire
the pressure is rising, i feel it inside me
i need you to hear me now

what am i supposed to do?
you're dragging me away from the promised land
you fucked me up
but i refuse to let you kill what i am

what am i supposed to do?
you're dragging me away from the promised land
you fucked me up
but now, i know who i am
when i look back, i never seem to see things clearly
i'm dizzy, yeah, i've spun out of control
'cause when i look back, now, to the lie i keep repeating
i'm so scared that i believe it (i'm so scared that i believe it)

why do i still feel so lost?
why do i still seem out of place?
everyone's out of focus
everything blurry looks the same
why do i still feel so lost?
i feel so far away
dua lipa / elton john
i'm not the man they think i am at home
oh, no, no, no
and this is what i should have said
well, i thought it, but i kept it hid

cold, cold heart
hardened by you
gunship
when she falls hard, she falls hard
and her eyes fill up with stars, fill up with stars
but it's a false start, a call card
what's a race without a car, without a fast car

all you thought i wanted was some love and affection
but pull the blinds back and i'll show you the system

i can't be killed with conventional weaponry
now you're trying with emotional surgery
i hear you call with a sense of emergency
everyone dies but me, i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm taking you with me
keep on running
that deep, dark secret will keep on coming for you
shot through my knees
welcome to the party
it's one hell of a scene
smoke and coke and body steam

i am dying for you
just really wanna get blown away
you're dangerous, like they said
you taste like venom, taste like venom
now i can't feel my face
i can't feel it
half alive
it's like waking up in surgery
i can't seem to see right past the lights and i'm
so scared to take a knife to my chest
let you see the heart that's inside

oh, i'm just trying to introduce you
to this idea that i've grown used to
it's like sharing a dream with someone
once you say it out loud, it can't be undone

i'd jump off and into your arms
but i can't trust the fall
take my voice, i'm giving it though
i don't feel safe at all
i can't trust the fall
lord huron
gone are the days of laughter and love
gone, baby, gone, we've all had enough
carry on to spend all your dough
take it down to the ground and sink me below

i live my life like this
just to prove to the world that i still exist
i don't believe in life
and i won't believe in death 'til i die
sleep token
ooh, let's talk about chemistry
'cause i'm dying to melt through
to the heart of her molecules
'til the particles part like holy water
if anything
she's an undiscovered element
either born in hell or heaven-sent
either way, i'm into it

she's not acid nor alkaline
caught between black and white
not quite either day or night
she's perfectly misaligned
i'm caught up in her design
and how it connects to mine
i see in a different light
the objects of my desire
just running forwards, a life like wires
as i see the past on an empty ceiling
i play along with the life signs anyway but
hope to god you don't know this feeling
yet in reverse you are all my symmetry
a parallel i would lay my life on
so if your wings won't find you heaven
i will bring it down like an ancient bygone

call me when you have the time
i just need to leave this part of me behind

do you remember me
when the rain gathers?
and do you still believe
that nothing else matters?

for me
it's still the autumn leaves
these ancient canopies
that we used to lay beneath
no, by now
the night belongs to you
this bough has broken through
i must be someone new
white roses, black doves, godmother, rise up
i need you to see me for what i have become

i guess it goes to show, does it not?
that we've no idea what we've got
until we lose it
and no amount of love will keep it around
if we don't choose it
and i don't know what's got its teeth in me
but i'm about to bite back in anger
no amount of self-sought fury
will bring back the glory of innocence

my, my, those eyes, like fire
i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
sleeping at last
when i see fragile things, helpless things, broken things
i see the familiar
i was little, i was weak, i was perfect, too
now i'm a broken mirror

but i can't let you see all that i have to lose
all i've lost in the fight to protect it
i can't let you in, i swore never again
i can't afford to let myself be blindsided

i'm standing guard, i'm falling apart
and all i want is to trust you
show me how to lay my sword down
for long enough to let you through
pitch black, pale blue
there was a stained-glass variation of the truth
and i felt empty-handed
you let me set sail with cheap wood
so i patched up every leak that i could
'til the blame grew too heavy

i'm only honest when it rains
if i time it right, the thunder breaks
when i open my mouth
i wanna tell you, but i don't know how
i'm only honest when it rains
an open book with a torn out page
and my inks run out
i wanna love you, but i don't know how
i don't know how
starset
i'm just a liar
without deceiving
i'm just a broken clown
make-believing
i should've let you know
you should've ran for cover
i'm just a parlor trick
a two-bit counterfeit

lay your heart into my perfect machine
i will use it to protect you from me
i will never let you see what's beneath
so good for you, and good for me
we told ourselves we're right where we ought to be
if i was whole
i'd turn right now
i'd forget it and just walk away
'cause i've been told
that i'm dragging it out
but i've been dying just to see your face
and all i wanted was to say goodbye
into the fortress that you're stuck behind
and in the silence, now i realize
that after all, i built the wall

we were one and the same
running like moths to the flame
you'd hang on every word i'd say
but now they only ricochet
new artist
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BARN POST

Apr. 30th, 2024 09:17 am
cryopathy: (cat)
i will EVENTUALLY make this post look nice (probably) but for NOW:

the barn is located in the northern part of the grove. kiera's home is an attached living quarters. the barn looks unassuming from the outside, but like the rec center is MUCH bigger on the inside. there are stalls/kennels/pens/houses/dovecotes for whatever the fuck animal you could think of.

IC, the only rule is that YOU are responsible for feed/water/grooming/care/behavior/etc of the animals YOU place in the barn, unless you make other arrangements. any animals found to be neglected or to harm other animals will be either confiscated and/or served at the next fammeet.

OOC, everyone has blanket permission, just please fill out the following and post it as a toplevel. if there's more than one species, please fill out the form for each species. you could also do individual animals if you want but you don't have to. if you add more animals later, please either edit your original comment or respond to it. this is just so i can keep track easier.

cryopathy: (😒)
CW: alcoholism, substance abuse, mentions of child abuse

PLAYER INFO
Name: Weasel
Pronouns: he/it
Contact: PM, [plurk.com profile] fuckweasel, discord: fuckweasel
Permissions: Here

CHARACTER INFO

Name: Kiera Aurelius Canorus
Canon: original
Canon Point: after Luca's return
Age: unsure. Between 23 and 27.
Species: Dhampir

History:
Kiera was born under a different name to the vampiric Empress of Castilla and one of her human fanatics, and due to their unique biology, they were determined to be a most valuable asset. For the first few years of their life, Kiera was conditioned to be the perfect spy, all while adhering to the Empress' strict standards of the royal family; they were not permitted food or sleep, and were forced to drink blood, which they hated from the start. They mastered charms and glamours and transformative spells, learned how to play on others' emotions, to gather intelligence, to manipulate and control, how to fight and sneak and remain balanced and nimble with limited depth perception.

After some years, Kiera was ordered to infiltrate Castilla's longtime enemy nation of Renova, specifically the Aurelius family, in whom flowed the Blessing of the Phoenix. If Kiera could not destroy the Aurelius family, who held the head seat of the Renovan Council for centuries, they were to manipulate the Council through them; either way, they would eventually bring Renova to its knees.

What Kiera found -- or rather, what found them, shivering on the road in a blizzard -- was a naive lad who dragged them home to a stern but well-meaning stewardess and a kindly father whose chronic illness had aged him far beyond his young years. As far as Luca Aurelius, the Phoenix Blessed boy, was concerned, Kiera was an instant friend, and Lord Cyrus absolutely refused to send them away, instead sheltering them during the cold winter, despite his caretaker Giselle's reluctance to wait out the season in hopes that Kiera's parents would turn up.

After leaving Castilla, Kiera never drank blood again, but their body was not accustomed to processing food or sleeping through the night, and their first few months were fraught with illness, insomnia, and frailty similar to their lord host. Cyrus' bleeding heart obligated him to formally adopt the child the summer following their arrival, Kiera never having had to lift a single finger to land firmly in their destined position, and simultaneously endearing them far more to their adoptive family than their cruel and abusive birth family. The remainder of their childhood Kiera spent mostly happy and content in their true, loving family, though the inevitability of Castilla's call always loomed behind them.

This seemingly perfect life shattered when Cyrus was assassinated with the help of a fellow councilmember, coincidentally the father of their best friend Aquila, who was Kiera's only lifeline when Luca deserted Renova on a quest for vengeance against the other conspirators. Having lost all of their family in one fell swoop, Kiera spent the following years in a drunken haze, maintaining their position in the Guard only through charm, the occasional show of skill, and Aquila's influence as Chairwoman.

It was almost a decade before Luca returned a changed man, quiet and wrathful and a far cry from the carefree, outgoing, and cheerful boy Kiera had revered growing up; and they, too, had abandoned what optimistic tendencies they had developed under Cyrus' care.

Personality:
✽ What is your character's main motivation? What drives them and keeps them going?
Spite and stubbornness, mostly. Kiera is at a point in her life where she doesn't have much motivation at all, having lost the people who were the most important to her and being too exhausted and hurt to put in the work to form new relationships. She holds out some small hope that she will be close to Luca again, though she would never admit it to anyone including herself. As far as she lets herself believe, she lives mostly for pleasures of the flesh – good food, soft furs, quality wine, and sex.

✽ What is their biggest regret? Why?
Cyrus' assassination was a combined effort between representatives of Cataega and Castilla, and Augustus Caelius. Augustus was her closest friend's father, and Castilla raised her. She should have been able to see the signs that something was being planned long before the poisoned blade struck her beloved father. Whether she had let herself grow complacent in a soft life or simply was not good enough in her surveillance, Kiera believes that she should have prevented Cyrus' death.

✽ What is their worst fear? Their greatest comfort?
Kiera fears nothing more than their mother, the Empress, her reach, and everything she stands for. They spent their adolescence and adulthood thus far seeking out and eliminating the Empress' endless spies, who often take the inconspicuous form of the Butterfly, Castilla's Great Beast. They want to believe that they have kept their betrayal a secret from her, but they live in terror that should she discover her Prince's true loyalties, she will destroy everything and everyone Kiera cherishes.

Those cherished people, whose lives they fear for, are Kiera's greatest comfort. Once, it was the Aureliuses and the family's unconditional love. These days, it depends on their mood. Aquila helps shed clarity when Kiera doubts themself, and regularly talks them out of burning all their bridges. Their substances buddy and frequent bedmate Ignatius offers unbiased companionship without the pressure of commitment, and, of course, temporary escape through drinking and drugs. Perhaps the simplest is Albi, a young girl in the care of the surviving Caeliuses, who has a great fondness for Kiera and reminds them of what it was to be happy and at least somewhat innocent.

✽ Top three strengths?
- Tactical planning: When she actually makes the effort (which is admittedly rare, unless she deems it important herself) Kiera can utilize her keenly honed mind and skills to orchestrate complicated tactics both in espionage and battle.
- Charm and manipulation: While these may be perceived as negative, Kiera considers these her strong points. Despite having the ability to hypnotize and influence others, she prefers to endear herself to them through psychological tactics so that they give her information and aid willingly.
- Knowledge and intelligence gathering: Having been raised in two greatly privileged households, Kiera has a twofold extensive education. And of course there is the spy training. Their mind is their greatest tool and sharpest weapon... at least when they keep it clear.

✽ Top three weaknesses?
- Substance abuse: Kiera has no desire to face the reality that is their life now. If they have their way, they are at any given point either drunk or high out of their mind, or just sober enough to be able to hold their own in a fight at the drop of a hat.
- Avoidance: Due to being hurt by or losing so many people important to her, Kiera very rarely forms genuine attachment to people. Through manipulative tactics she is able to trick most into thinking they matter to her, when in truth she guards her true feelings fiercely.
- Soft spot for children: Although Kiera is generally aloof and treats people as disposable when she has no further use for them, she cannot bring herself to be cruel to children. She would go to great lengths to protect them from outside harm, and would knowingly walk into traps to defend them.

✽ What was their last lie?
That she will finally pay her tab tomorrow night. ;)

Inventory:
- on their person: a brooch in the shape of a red-winged blackbird
- sword (not magical, just pretty)
- animal companion: Renovan warhorse ("Pinto Grigio")

Abilities:
- Feeding: Kiera is a dhampir, and as such, can survive off of human food, blood, or strong emotion. Blood is consumed the traditional vampire way. Emotion can be consumed by touch or eye contact, and depending on the level of draining, leaves the victim temporarily susceptible to influence as well as feeling exhausted and devoid of emotion. If she regularly consumes blood and/or emotion, she is effectively immortal.
- Hypnosis: Given her vampiric lineage, Kiera has the power of suggestion over mortals, given sustained touch and/or eye contact, and especially if she has weakened them via consumption of emotion. She doesn't have much practice utilizing it, preferring more traditional psychological manipulation.
- Healing: They heal in half the time a human does; however, they can also be injured in any way a human can.
- Compulsions: They feel a strong compulsion not to enter a private residence unless granted permission, harbor a deep seated fear of running bodies of water, and fear fire to a lesser degree.
- Transformation: She has mastered the ability to transform into specific creatures: white naga butterfly, red-backed shrike, angora cat, and himalayan wolf.
- Illusory magic: They can create small glamours and illusions (such as changing the shape of their pupil from cat-like to human-like) lasting around 24 hours without concentration. Bigger illusions (up to the size of a humanoid) require some level of sustained concentration, more so as the complexity increases.
- Elemental magic: Kiera can create and manipulate ICE and AIR, and combinations thereof.

Sample: [here]

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