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double stuf
code for my kyrs! theyre the only characters of mine with actual playlists and multiple songs associated with them so i thought a format like this wouldve been fun :D
generally inspired by double sided cd & vinyl covers! the layout here isnt too revolutionary so it's pretty simple but deceptively holds quite a bit of information (i wrote . a lot for altaír i struggled a lot putting all the stuff i had in their old profile here tbh)
see them in action here:
altaír | olympia
as always, just use inspect element if you want to use this lmao i don't mind. i'd appreciate being credited, but if you're not heavily referencing it it's not required.
Altaír Al-Tariq
the guardian.
A kyr often found taking contracts of protection. It's a large domain—from parents begging for grace for their children, to corrupt rulers eager to protect their secrets. Altaír doesn't quite care what sort of master they serve; after all, as a kyrlicht, everything they do is in the name of the apotheosis.
aloof . headstrong . impartial
With no memory of who they were when alive, Altaír chose to abandon their past entirely to embrace every kyrlicht's call: the pursuit of deification.
Altaír is ultimately hellbent on reaching this goal by any means, resulting in them taking contracts that fit their specialty regardless of safety and morality. They go through periods of intense work, in which they take many contracts back-to-back without even returning to the Wildwoods in between.
After these periods, Altaír often goes through burnout phases in which they stay back home and rest. During these times, they busy themself with their interests—metalworking and baking, in particular. They act cold and aloof outwardly, but is fond in their own way to close friends.
likes
- people-watching
- listening to stories
- metalwork
- baked goods
- theatre, opera, stageplays...
dislikes
- overenthusiasm
- physical touch
- strong scents
trivia
- they don't like receiving gifts because it makes them feel indebted.
- they're good with kids.
- they gesture with their hands when speaking.
020. a lamentation of swords
and sacrifice
[of thrilling tales and cries in the night]
pray in the dead of night, when only the magpies wail their lamentations.
pray in the roads’ corners, away from the keeling citizens shrouded in the dark.
pray in the light of the moon, long after the sounds of people have faded from the slums.
pray for the suffocating smog workers who fill their lungs with red powder and black tar.
pray for the soldiers riding from town to town quenching their thirst from a buffalo’s puddle.
pray for the kings of men who drink wine from the broken backs of painters and sculptors.
in the end, what does it matter if the companion on your hip
is a one-edged trainer with no name to speak of,
or a headsman's crested longsword,
or a holy seraph's flaming bolt?
which of these hands are of most grace to your God, you ask:
ashes to ashes, dust to dust, earth to earth.
blood hangs stale in the air all the same.
the epic of gilgamesh, tablet viii
[translated by Maureen Gallery Kovacs]
But his eyes do not move,
he touched his heart, but it beat no longer.
He covered his friend's face like a bride,
swooping down over him like an eagle,
and like a lioness deprived of her cubs
he keeps pacing to and fro.
He shears off his curls and heaps them onto the ground,
ripping off his finery and casting it away as an abomination.
Just as day began to dawn, Gilgamesh ...
and issued a call to the land:
"You, blacksmith! You, lapidary! You, coppersmith!
You, goldsmith! You, jeweler!
Create 'My Friend,' fashion a statue of him.
... he fashioned a statue of his friend.
His features ...
...,your chest will be of lapis lazuli, your skin will be of gold."
rye.
confidante... and personal mechanic?
Rye is...an enigma. What is it that he seeks? What else is there other than the pursuit of divinity?
He laughs with me, sometimes. He bothers me to no end with that smile on his face every time I return, incessant in getting me to tell him of my contracts in the Otherworld. Most times, though, he's likely around to ask for a fix. How does he need maintenance that often? He barely leaves Wildwood. I don't reckon a step in a puddle would ruin his legs like that.
But, well...it's nice to be needed for myself, sometimes, and not for the powers I am attached to. I suppose that's the human in me talking. How curious, indeed...
kirin.
peers, friendly rivals, comrades in arms.
Kirin's sense of karmic justice is absolute. I do admire that of her; she has the strength to stand her ground and fight for her ideals. I can't help but think her deals are almost cruel, though. But I suppose I can't be the one to judge. We are both chasing after the same end, after all. She has her ways, and I have mine.
If the stars align and we were to stand against one another, I would be honoured to cross arms with her.
abasi.
a much-respected senior, fellow shiny thing enthusiast.
Lord Abasi is sort of your strange relative who comes by drunk to play cards and tell you the family's scandalous secrets. He seems to enjoy good metalworking as well; I've noticed the abundance of gold trinkets in his possession. But despite all his quirks, I cannot deny that he does have a commanding presence. It's safe to say many of us who know of Lord Abasi's true rage know not to anger him.
Though, I'll admit, it's quite confounding why they haven't ascended to patronhood. Someone as ancient and powerful as them would be qualified, no?
fionn.
workplace opponent by day, karaoke partner by night.
Fionn's presence is certainly welcome—be it hostile or friendly. He and I, oddly enough, often find ourselves in opposition during contracts. As I take mostly deals of protection, I have resigned myself to having to battle otherwise friendly kyrs many a time. But the amount of times I've had to fight him, specifically, is almost funny.
Perhaps it's a twist of fate, and I certainly don't mind. Fionn holds himself exceptionally well in combat, and it is an honour to fight him whenever our paths cross. Otherwise, Fionn is surprisingly fun at karaoke nights. He takes his drinks well and has a charming voice to boot.
Whether it be in combat or 1970s Guess That Song, I look forward to seeing him time and time again.
nyxx.
sparring partner, unruly sibling...
Nyxx and I's relationship started rocky. We hold vastly different views, and while I can't say I completely understand him, I do want to try... Stop worrying so much about me. You have enough on your plate, don't you?
It seems that more often than not, he wants to say more than he does. Recently, he's taken to scolding me lots whenever we finish our spars. Strange, but... not unwelcome.
antheia.
friends who kiss...?
Olympia
the providence.
A kyr found near the greenwater shores, often lost in thought and ancient song. A guide to seafarers, preserver of lost histories. Though close to ascension, it seems she's in no rush. Mist and salt follows her from the distant lands. Her travels bring her far, but she is never far from home.
methodical . decisive . melancholic
A figure still shrouded in the unknown, despite her already being in the Wildwoods for a long time. Her calm demeanor belies a sense of haunted unease, as though she is constantly burdened with thoughts she does not speak of.
Despite her often distant disposition, it seems there is a kindness in her that only those who have ventured far from home can truly understand. Olympia is the sort to push forward with hard determination—knowing that now, after all that's done, she cannot falter. Rarely one to question her own decisions once made.
Despite her own drive towards lost history, she feels her own memories fading. Feelings from a previous life that are dulled. Past companions whose faces she can no longer recall. At least the ocean is a constant, yet still it carries the sorrow of a lifetime.
likes
- human literature
- board games
- stormy evenings
- home-cooked meals
- cold, clammy, humid places
dislikes
- long journeys
- unhygenic/dirty environments
- bright lights
trivia
- she zones out a lot when she's not working...
- her voice is the sort that's slow and soothing when speaking normally, but has the strength to carry ritual prayers across the sea.
017. dissipation
[for the life not lived]
there is something that grows behind your right eye. it itches a burn you couldn’t scratch.
you had wondered what it was like to experience the retribution of men whose sins were not created equal. was it true that all they had in common is that the kingpin had orchestrated the ins and out of corruption and destitution, and awaits the messiah of crime and of criminals?
deeply mourn the fallen stork at your porch, woe to the children of men who wander too far from bondage.
draw and draw: scissors across one end to the other, into the tissue and just by the white.
you cannot see, but men will see
a tiny glimpse of what remained inside.
antheia.
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