Samhain
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Her doubt grows stronger by the day, but so does her denial.
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.11 m
Wingspan
4.33 m
Weight
382.69 kg
Genetics
Pumpkin
Python
Python
Fire
Striation
Striation
Wine
Ringlets
Ringlets
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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For the most part, Adrienne has put a lot of thought and care into choosing who should be governor for each of the clan's cities. These people are, at least in the eyes of the public, the second highest officials within the clan. They should serve to preserve the clan's image of being a place of peace and harmony. Haruko was chosen because she is levelheaded and thinks through every decision she makes. She is the sort of person one would find easy to trust, which is an important quality, considering she is the governor of the clan's largest city. Calypso, despite being emotionally distant and forgetful, is calm and resilient. Calypso is perfect for handling Kaito's everchanging weather and climate, always ready to repair the city after a disaster and prepare for what's next. Tyrcia, while Adrienne didn't specifically select her, handles her workflow effortlessly. No amount of paperwork or meetings stress her out; she is always laidback, taking care of Astralis' problems as if such tasks were no harder than brushing her teeth. Now, Samhain is no less capable than the other three governors. She may not be as levelheaded as Haruko, calm as Calypso, or laidback as Tyrcia, but she has her own important quality: strictness. Every governor in the clan makes an effort to keep the peace and make sure everything is in order, but Samhain takes this to an extreme. She does not just make sure that everything is in place; she will personally go and viciously force things back into position if they are off. Poor harvests? Demand answers from her agriculturalists. Nobles stepping out of line? Remind them that they are and always will be below her. Subordinates not meeting standards? Fire and replace them. It doesn't stop there, though. Samhain makes an effort to show her citizens what will happen to them if they dare to go against her. Monthly executions go a long way in making sure her people will not step out of line in the first place. In fact, she will even send her scouts to hunt for traitors and troublemakers in the other cities for these executions. She wants everyone to know that no matter where they are in the clan, they must behave. Or else. But for a clan whose primary goal is maintaining a peaceful environment, why put someone as ruthless as Samhain in charge of a city? Surely there is someone who could take her place and put the citizens of Aster at ease rather than control them by fear? Samhain is not someone who bolsters the clan's promise of peace. Rather, she puts on display what the consequences are for ruining it. When she executes people, she is also sending out a message: look what happens when you toy with the peace we've worked so hard to maintain. Take away this clan's precious harmony, and we'll take away your life. ▬▬ ORIGIN ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Adrienne puts a tremendous amount of care into making sure her underlings both properly carry out her orders and stay loyal to her. Bribes, threats, coaxes, lies, or some combination of these things are the most common tactics she uses, but not everyone is so easily controlled. There are always the ones who will squirm in her grasp, fight against her control until their dying breaths. In many cases, if Adrienne deems someone to be too "troublesome" for her liking, she will simply find a replacement. But not everyone is so easily substituted. In these cases, she will switch tactics. Samhain has always been the headstrong and independent type. She hates being told what to do, seeing any and all orders to be an insult to her ego. Even her own sister, who Samhain acknowledges as being superior to her in combat, refrains from trying to reason with her. So why is Samhain so diligent about carrying out Adrienne's orders? Even the most stubborn of people can be swayed to do something. It's just about finding the right method. And when it comes to Samhain, Adrienne's method is something that she has been carefully developing for years. Once, Samhain was the princess of a kingdom, only days from becoming its next queen. She was only a teenager then; old enough to know that being queen was a big responsibility, but not nearly wise enough to know what that really meant. The naive skydancer was only succeeding her parents because they had died. War swept them away from her with an uncaring talon, leaving the orphaned princess to lead the kingdom in their stead. Samhain was not so sure that she was capable of such a thing, but she had no choice. The war was pressing closer to her land, and her people were suffering. Someone needed to manage the kingdom's army, maintain the supply chains, and keep her people safe. But before Samhain ever became queen, the war reached the kingdom. Overnight, it was razed to the ground, leaving nothing but the princess in its wake. Now terrified and on her own, Samhain did not know what she was supposed to do next. There was no one she could turn to for help, and the only place to go was the wilderness. Before she could make a decision about the future, an unexpected figure showed up in front of her. A cloaked dragon, radiant as the sun itself, held their hand out to her. "Come, child," they had said. "I can help you." Samhain would never accept help from a stranger, but what choice did she have? Swallowing her pride and taking her hand was a far better choice than trying to survive in the wild, considering her complete lack of survival skills. So she took their hand. The stranger raised Samhain as their own child, though their relationship certainly didn't begin very warmly. Samhain never bit the hand that fed her, but she made no attempts that cozying up to her benefactor either. She was polite, but that was about it. The skydancer saw no need for her to do more. But despite Samhain's coldness, her benefactor treated her with nothing but kindness. It didn't matter if the skydancer's responses to their inquiries were always short and to the point, or if she never bothered to spend time with them. Every time Samhain came home, she was welcomed with a warm smile. Gradually, Samhain began to unconsciously recognize her caretaker as a mother, though it would be a long time before she would admit it aloud. They would become (and still are) one of the few people the skydancer truly trusted. However, this would also be the time when Adrienne began to tie the strings. Now that Samhain was beginning to open up to her, they could begin to shape her, as a potter would do so to a lump of clay. Slowly, subtly, Adrienne molded her daughter into a tool; one that could be used to carry out her will. She would become her puppet, bound to her by the love a child has for their parent. Samhain would never know of this, thanks to Adrienne's extremely diligent efforts. The truth would remain carefully concealed from the skydancer's eyes. She would live thinking that her mother only wanted the best for her. Of course, just because she never learned the truth doesn't mean that she isn't suspicious of Adrienne. ▬▬ ADDITIONAL ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ » Full Name: Samhain Valentina » Age: adult » Pronouns: she/her » Relationship Status: single » Likes: efficiency, being organized, and obedient subordinates » Dislikes: wasting time, not getting her way, and mayonnaise
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The wax was an oxblood red, a touch too dark for Samhain’s liking, but it was the least of her concerns right now. She did not remove the signet ring from her finger, the one with Aster’s crest and her initials; this letter would bear no seal and would be left on her windowsill where a certain thief with a fondness for blackmail would whisk it away. With any luck, she wouldn’t have to see Romano’s face when he stopped by.
Oh, Romano. Samhain’s lip curled at the thought of him. He’d caught her on a bad day, taking advantage of a single moment of weakness that could cost her everything if the master thief didn’t uphold his end of the bargain.
She’d have to have his tongue cut out one of these days—but she’d have to catch him first.
Why blame him? A voice in her head whispered. Samhain stood abruptly, her chair groaning as it scraped against stone. The voice persisted: Was it not your mask that slipped? Was it not your truth that he glimpsed?
She seized the goblet of wine on her desk, drained it in a single gulp, and fought to douse her fury before she did something drastic. Like tear the letter to shreds, for instance. Then she’d have to rewrite it and bear the humiliation again.
So she wrenched her gaze from it to a nearby window. The city sprawled beneath, quiet and dark in the gloom of night but for a few scattered pinpricks of light in distant buildings. The orchards and fields that were the city’s wealth lay further in the distance, invisible in the darkness. This year’s harvest was going to be a bountiful one; soon, Samhain’s desk would be piled with reports and trade agreements and a hundred other things that kept the city’s coffers overflowing and its citizens’ stomachs full.
Aster. Her city.
Oh, Romano. Samhain’s lip curled at the thought of him. He’d caught her on a bad day, taking advantage of a single moment of weakness that could cost her everything if the master thief didn’t uphold his end of the bargain.
She’d have to have his tongue cut out one of these days—but she’d have to catch him first.
Why blame him? A voice in her head whispered. Samhain stood abruptly, her chair groaning as it scraped against stone. The voice persisted: Was it not your mask that slipped? Was it not your truth that he glimpsed?
She seized the goblet of wine on her desk, drained it in a single gulp, and fought to douse her fury before she did something drastic. Like tear the letter to shreds, for instance. Then she’d have to rewrite it and bear the humiliation again.
So she wrenched her gaze from it to a nearby window. The city sprawled beneath, quiet and dark in the gloom of night but for a few scattered pinpricks of light in distant buildings. The orchards and fields that were the city’s wealth lay further in the distance, invisible in the darkness. This year’s harvest was going to be a bountiful one; soon, Samhain’s desk would be piled with reports and trade agreements and a hundred other things that kept the city’s coffers overflowing and its citizens’ stomachs full.
Aster. Her city.
(snippet by shanncrafter)
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