Yros

✴ LYCORIS ✴
PRINCESS OF HOUSE MOURNING
enduring, bright, genuine, judgemental, loyal, herbologist, studious, inventive, clever, honest, boldly blunt, tender heart, expressive
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A star for the House of Mourning, Lycoris shines when loss and circumstance should’ve have dulled her gleam. She is strong hearted and determined to endure having beat the odds stacked against her. Lively and spirited, she finds delight in anything utterly ridiculous and is gregarious to a fault. Lycoris would be considered almost impertinent if she was not so exhaustingly witty and playful. She rides through life simply for the joy of the ride, striving surely to forget the harshness of her childhood. Almost always spied with an unfettered smile or amused tilt of a smirk, she is made of good sense and decent morals, not naturally inclined for darkness or cruelty but simply an observer of the natures of her peers. With a mind like a sponge and wielded like a hidden dagger, she embraces her own fast wit and only unleashes it harshly if feeling overly slighted or disrespected. She is not inclined to befriend all that cross her path even though she has an engaging nature, Lycoris doesn’t extend her friendship on just any one. But in public, she remains still true to herself. Quick with a quip or a tease, there’s a lighthearted spirit that commends her to others.

Though she is still an heir of the house of mourning, she is humble and she makes little pomp of it. Instead a natural confidence cradles her, her self assurance born from a sharply critical mind and a heart guarded but true. She is a shrewd judge of character, cleverly picking out flaws with a practiced eye and storing scraps of information to mull over later. However she can be led to prejudices or the curse of a first impression and create a hasty critique, these have the tendency to lead to ruin potential connections or invite the smoke from burnt bridges. It is one of her flaws, taking things at face value and often failing to delve deeper into the complexities of nature that leaves the grand scales of black and white into drifts of shadow and grey. But with age, she is sure to have to potential to sink deeper before giving such hasty a judgement.

An accomplished lady but only out of necessity and with little drive for any type of ambition, she lives for the things she loves and wears the weight of expectation almost admirably. Lycoris has an affinity for everything the earth provides — healing herbs, fragrant blossoms, nutritious fruits — it’s no wonder her thauma is that of earth. She takes further affection in wildscapes of nature and even the art that twinkling stars trace in the night sky, appreciating the simple wonders of the world around her after so much loss. She believes herself to be but a student of the world and craves knowledge like sunlight or the air that flows through her lungs. She has learned of their histories and religion, the practices of court and the like as though a willing pupil — ready to play her part for their house with a quiet sense of responsibility. But truly she’d much rather be strolling through the wilderness or fiddling with her little potions or other creations such as adornments and dyes. A strange mixture of a homebody and an adventurer — she is much content with her own company than that of crowds.

Calm but expressive in her carriage and mode of interaction, she lives simply to be the best version of herself. Romance for her is deeply ingrained, believing only the strongest and most boundless connection to pull her into matrimony. She is endlessly loyal to those she loves the most, especially in what remains of her family and court. For them she aims to be a voice of reason and a pillar of support, plying them with the wealth of her warmth and affection. But she is starkly honest with them, not fearful to announce her opinions or attempt to shed some sense where it may be lacking.

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Ushered into the world with a squeal on the heels of her only other littermate, Lycoris was born to King Pyros and his new wife Ceryse. That time, short as it was, was chocked with joy and comfort. Her mother, while young and hardly experienced, doted on her children. She, too, was of the earth thauma and rejoiced that her youngest was to follow in her path. But all wistful dreams of the future were to be burned to ash when the cataclysm took her parents and much of the court. Her survival was only guaranteed by the nurse, Erzebet, who was charged with watching over the boisterous little princess -- after all, the maesters were busy protecting the one they whispered of to unseat the current heir. Cursed with burns but steadfast to her charge, Erzebet remained when Lycoris lost nearly everything. And it was from the stern tutelage from the nanny that Lycoris learned of healing and potions, the rules of court and it's expectations of her. She grew as sheltered as one of royalty could, even when they were dragged off to the high court at the demand of the matriarch. As a child, the girl was a bit of a nuisance -- sticking her nose where she shouldn't or escaping any lessons with the maesters when she could to explore the world out of reach for your average child. But she was also a charming little thing, easily worming her way out of trouble with a cheeky smile and a paper thin excuse. She grew extremely attached to her siblings, her loyalty cemented with each passing day. But she, even in her youth, could see the cracks in their house - fissures created by the greedy maesters as they set their sights on a new ruler for the Dawn. Pitted in the middle, Lycoris refusers to this day take a side. After all, Pyr was first born and it was his right bare the crown on his gilded head. But with the seeds of chaos sowed in the bed of their family’s structure, there is trouble on the horizon for the house of mourning.

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Made of blessed sunlight and creeping shadows, she is a remnant of some lost ancestor. Averagely built, Lycoris is a mixture of athleticism and soft curves. Her base is that of sunlit gilt but she looks as though she was meant to be dipped fully in the colors of the night. Black coats her curved hips and dances down her hindlegs as well as her lush tail before dipping her front paws, muzzle and ears in that dark ink. It sweeps like smudged shadows across her mismatched eyes -- the left the color of frosted malachite while the right is a pale silvery green.

mutations: opposable dewclaws, longer and fluffy tail, specialized paw pads, heterochromia (#469576 mohawk & left eye color, #b2d9d0 for right eye)
age: two gyres
specialities: healing and plant lore, artisan for accessories, more mb. For speech.