Jan 25, 2024 21:58:16 GMT
Post by Sapphira Sokolov on Jan 25, 2024 21:58:16 GMT
Sapphira Noyer
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history
| Childhood | Teenage Years | Adulthood |
| Sapphira was raised in between the Volkova and Noyer families, the middle of three children. While it may seem that she was doomed from the start and forced to grow up too fast, she saw her upbringing differently. As middle children often are, she was overlooked. Iscan could play at the angel and Noctis was the heir, but she was something different entirely, a girl who quickly learned how to get what she wanted-- or more specifically, how to get people to do what she wanted. She would never be an heir. She knew that as a child. She knew that by the way her grandparents looked at her. And she knew that in the way the Noyer family treated her. She might never be a Volkova heir, but she could be something better. Something even more dangerous. | As Sapphira grew, she grew closer to her mother's parents. She never cared much for the Volkovas, but her parents seemed to like them even less. She didn't know the half of it. By the time she was 13, enough became enough. Her parents weren't even the ones who told her. It was Noctis who informed her that they were going to run from the only life she had ever known. Sapphira was horrified. She didn't want to hide. She didn't want “freedom”. She wanted prestige, she wanted power, and now she wanted revenge. She had always been bitter toward the Volkovas. She had always disliked them. But for the first time, at thirteen, the woman who she would become showed just a trace of her brutality. She didn’t have a choice. She ran, with her brothers, with her parents. She was there in the hiding and the moving and the fear. She was there for every false alarm. And she was there when the Volkovas murdered her parents. She hated it, just as she thought she would. She hated the running. She hated being powerless. Her siblings were afraid. She was just fuming. They tried to settle down, four years later. No one could see it, but Sapphira was withering. Their mother grew flowers and her brothers started to relax, but Sapphira was miserable. She had no purpose, no peace. Just surviving would never be enough for her. When the Volkovas finally found them, it would be wrong to say she was happy. She was there when they murdered her parents. She will never forgive them for that. But at the same time, the Volkovas freed her, in a way. They gave her a cover for her brutality, for the awful things she did. They gave her a reason. From here on out, her mantra would become revenge. | Sapphira pulled herself closer to the Noyers. She had skipped school, but now she properly started studying in what it meant to have the heritage she did. The Volkovas had tried to school her family in wickedness and she was the only who learned. They wouldn't know it yet. But they would. Her youngest brother was dead. Everyone called it an accident. She didn't know what to think. How to feel. In a way, it almost didn't affect her. If anyone had killed him, the Volkovas had, and she was already preparing to burn their name off the face of the earth. This changed little. Still, the emptiness he left behind was odd. When she was 27, she got married. It wasn't what she wanted. It was what needed to be done. She got married and she killed her husband a year and a half later. It wasn't a happy marriage, obviously. Her mother's parents picked out the man. She wondered if he would be kind. She knew that few were. She was not surprised. He wanted her to have children, to be kind, to be dutiful, to give up thoughts of vengeance and be joyful. Sapphira was not born to be kind, and she had her reasons now. She didn't want children. And she didn't want him. She tolerated it until she found him being unfaithful with a servant girl barely over seventeen. She killed her husband, freed the girl, and inherited his estates. She took her grandparent's name back. She would never be called a Volkova again. She found freedom and wealth much more to her tastes than husbands. And now that she has the resources, it is the Volkovas that should be afraid. If they aren't now, she is determined that they will be. She goes by the name Noyer now. |
personality
To think Sapphira less principled than her older brother or less brutal than the Volkovas would be a mistake, and it is a mistake that generally lands you dead. Plenty of people have underestimated her. Plenty of those same people have died. Her brutality is more subtle and more underhanded, and her principles are less noble, but they are both still there.
She doesn't believe in justice. She believes in vengeance. She believes in remembering every slight and making people regret those slights. She believes in using her beauty for her own ends, just like she uses her magic. Everything she does is for a goal, and that goal is revenge. You could never tie her to a specific murder. That doesn't mean she hasn't committed any. She values wealth, but more than that, she values power. She is not loyal, not trustful, not honorable. She is alive. That is enough and more than enough for her.
~ determined
~ brutal
~ vindictive
~ sensual
~ cunning
~ survivalist
writing sample
Jin-Hwa was furious, and she was always gorgeous when she was angry.
Some ladies look lovely when they cried. Cassie was one such girl. Her eyes seemed wider, more honest. It made her eyelashes since. She was never so pretty as when she cried, except for when she laughed.
Jin-Hwa didn't cry enough to know what she looked like. She had one memory of it, one, and that memory was accompanied by the taste of blood in her mouth, of shards glinting gold on the ground, of her mother's crown. Blood and gold and a crown. And her, crying. They always went together. They always would.
But Jin-Hwa knew she was never so lovely as when she was angry. She wasn't pretty when she laughed-- it looked forced. She wasn't lovely when she was trying to be kind. She was gorgeous when she was angry. She was built to be.
Her eyes shone, her hair flashed, her cheekbones seemed sharper. It had horrified her when she was younger. Back then, she was scared of the odd looks her older siblings gave her when she got really angry, like something was wrong with her. The way her mother evaluated her always bothered her, until she saw herself in the reflection of an ornamental shield.
Her mother always kept items of war in the palace, a promise and a reminder. They were warriors at heart. Jin-Hwa trained with the sword, with their tridents, and was always reminded that she may at any moment be called to lead a war. She understood that as a child. She didn't understand what she was seeing.
She had been angry. Jin-Hwa didn't remember why, now. Probably someone hadn't done what she had expected. Probably she had lost a game to her sister. Probably it was nothing important at all.
But even so young, she saw it. She saw how she looked lovelier, looked braver, looked like her mother. Looked like a queen. She didn't share the librarian's eyes in that moment. Murmurs of who her father was didn't matter. She looked like the mother that had beaten her and praised her. She looked like the queen who had brought peace to the realm and ripped it open again. It terrified her.
Jin-Hwa ran. As a child, as daughter with no mother, no father, there was no one to run to, so she just ran. She hid herself away with a book and barely spoke for a week. And then came Cassie.
Cassie didn't know anything. Cassie barged into her life with a smile and some grapes, meant to be a luxury as they didn't grow under the sea. Cassie inserted herself into Jin-Hwa's life and told her she was pretty when she smiled, and for a moment, Jin-Hwa believed her.
The fae couldn't lie but Jin-Hwa had been lying to herself.
There were no grapes that would fix this-- not even drowning it in wine would. She had gone too far and she had seen it in Nikolai's face, but whatever love she had for him had to be killed now. He didn't love her. Probably, he never had. And if knowing that was painful, it didn't matter, because pain and blood and tears always followed a crown. Always. So she had gone too far and yet she couldn't stop, not now, not until she had gone as far as there was to go, not until there was no more wall, not until she had burned it to the ground. And fire didn't burn underwater, so her time was running out.
She stopped in front of Cassie's door, flexing her hands once, twice. She hadn't fixed things with Nikolai at all. She had just scared him, but that would be good enough. It would have to be good enough. He wasn't the blood price for her crown and she knew it. She just didn't know if she had the strengthen to pay the real price. Love that turned to hatred was strong, but what about love that never got to bloom. There was no way to kill that. It was just a promise. It was just a premonition.
And now she was facing Cassandra, the prophet that was never believed, the princess that never was. She opened the door and faced her, and knew that love lost had to hurt more than love that never was, it simply had to, because what would hurt more than this. What could?
"You forget yourself," she said. She had been saying it a lot. Was she the one forgetting? Or was this just remembering? Remembering who she was. Remembering what she had to do?
She was always going to be her mother's daughter.
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Enchanting (as outlined in the site lore, putting enchantments on objects) 9
Wards (as outlined in the site lore, protections against magic on people or things) 9
Glamours (as outlined in the site lore, illusions and mind control) 10
Tailoring: (Making clothes, magical or otherwise) 7
Craftmanship: (Making furniture, architecture, woodworking. A broader field as few fey take to craftsmanship) 2
Forging: (Weaponsmiths and jewelry makers. Usually magical.) 1
Herbalism: (Magical plants, poisons, etc) 4
Combat (Strategies and tactics as well as actual fighting 0
Theory (Academic knowledge, ability to learn) 8
Combat (Strategies and tactics as well as actual fighting 0
Theory (Academic knowledge, ability to learn) 8
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