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Chrysí Kynigós ton Asterión,
 genníthike apó to spíti 
Ekdíkisi   

Translation from Old Tongue Fae to Common:
Golden Huntress of the Stars,
Born of the house Revenge

Chosen Name: Eris

Appearance

Eris stands at 5'7", somewhat shorter than
a normal fully grown Fae female. Her eyes are
a vivid yellow, often compared to gold at 
night. Her hair is long and silken, falling to
the small of her back in a dark, cool indigo
color. While infrequent among the population,
the color isn't wildly unique- many Fae are 
born with hair colors uncommon to other
species. Her face is similiar to that of
typical High Fae- high cheekbones, a slightly
upturned nose, but there is more warmth in her
eyes, more fullness to her lips. Yet still,
she holds all the grace and lethal skill
a Fae does- likely, more. Her skin is tanned,
to a tone not far above olive. Uncommon in 
her family line, but not ridiculous. It
is flawless and unwrinkled, possessing
a shimmery quality- magic or beauty, who
knows? The only thing that marks it
are a few simple, usually invisible scars.
Her upper canines are longer than average,
enough so to seem almost fang-like. It
can make her seem faintly animalistic
at times. Her ears come to sharp,
arched points, which she usually adorns
with golden jewelry. Her body is lithe and
lean, no thanks to the famine, but most
of her frame is toned and muscled. Due
to some relatively distant human ancestry,
unknown by the public, her body curves more
than a typical Fae's would. There is a
black, inky band that circles her ankle.
It is a simple cuff in ink that's almost
darker than black- minus the Fae code
within it, that shows through to her skin.
A bargain mark- one that shows her
identity, loyalty, and servitude to the 
Greenbriar crown, should she fall in 
battle. Or perhaps worse, need to be tracked
by the magical spell. Aside from
this dark band, she has a real tattoo- 
one of an eight sided, compass like
star, with an inscription in the Old Tongue
surrounding it- it lies on her upper
ribcage, almost on her side. If you
catch it at the right time, you might
see it spark with starlight or move slightly.
Special thanks to being a weilder
of night- free, sick tattoos. If you
can imagine them right.

Personality

Eris, despite the pretty, dazzling exterior,
is a warrior through and through. Ruthless,
often, and the first call from her Squadron
leader for any... unsavory interrogations. It
isn't that she enjoys the blood and the gore-
It's that it's where shes expected to be.
Where she belongs. Anywhere else, she would
be marked as a waste for not putting her
powers to use for her country. A con of
being so powerful, even your family
considers you a weapon. Yet still, she manages.
Despite the ruthless appearance she puts 
on for work, she's really not all
that much of a rule abiding citizen. She 
dabbles in any and all sorts of fun
she can get her hands, often flirting with
anyone- or everyone, really, when she
isn't on duty. She loves a laugh, and
Despite the slight animalistic quality
it gives her when she smiles, she 
does it anyway. She's far more laid back
than most Fae, no superiority complex
and perfectly happy to fraternize with
those who aren't like her. Yet still,
shes stubborn, and does nothing she 
doesn't want to. Being told what 
to do riles her like nothing else.
 If threatened, she won't hesitate
 to fight- and win.

Other

Eris has always been the Golden Child- Fae children
are few and far between, especially pureblooded ones. 
Ever since her naming ceremony, when she was aligned
with the Starsborn, she has been pushed, pushed,
pushed. Pushed to be the best. Pushed to reach her
limits. Pushed to fight so hard and rise so fast She
reaches her potential. Despite coming from an upper
middle class family, she has rarely ever been more
than an opportunity to rise social ranks for her
parents. Not to mention, the discovery of her
Shadow-Wielding turned her from a darling child
Prodigy to a weapon in the making. Rebel as she 
might, fight against hierarchies as she would
want, immortality keeps her chained in a
position she never asked for. Even after
two and a half decades, which are moments for
most Fae, she has no choice but to sit, and
wait, and climb the ranks as quickly as
possible.

This is gonna be for random Fae Lore I will 100% forget if I don't put down.

Naming Ceremony

Starborn, Duskborn, Dawnborn, Dayborn, etc.

Choosing Ceremony

Temple of αυτά πριν - Aftá Prin

Eris was so intently focused on the woods around her, the soft, almost unnoticeable ripple of magic that caressed her as she stepped from Fae territory and into Elven went by without a second's hesitation. Because before her, as she crept silently into the brush thicket, was a stag. A real deer. Large, with a rack She couldn't count out of excitement. The tip of her arched ear flicked ever so slightly, brushing the side of her braid as she took a small breath, then another two creeping steps. Her vivid eyes were narrowed slightly, zeroed in on the animal before her. Her ears, keen to most everything, were focused only on the soft pawing of the stag, her nose only on the earthy smell of fresh rain and the scent of an animal. Something else wandered past- woodsy, of the forest- but alive. And it was no deer. Smelling of a slight cedar wood- which should have alarmed her, because Cedar usually came from deeper in Elven territory- but no. Rarely did she ever become so intent on a goal she forgot her surroundings.

Another silent breath, and she raised her large recurve bow. Back. A breath. Back. A breath. Full draw- a held one. She lined up her aim, confident despite the somewhat dense woods, and loosed her arrow as she exhaled.

Bullseye. She vaulted the log in front of her, taking swift steps toward the carcass to make sure it wasn't suffering. But no- an arrow straight to the heart. She murmured a soft thanks to the Patron goddess of Earth, then slung her bow over her back, and removed her arrow. She quickly stooped, elegant even with haste, and moved to swing the carcass over her shoulder.

A soft, instinctual shudder ran down the warrior's spine- a gut feeling, if you will. By the time she was yanked up and pressed back to chest with another body, male and tall, it seemed, she was already cursing herself for the lack of vigilance. Still, she stayed calm, tipping her head back gently to peer up at the elf, calm yellow eyes giving a slow, light blink. One of her ears flicked, a golden ornament adorning her ear glinting in the moonlight. "Letting my squad starve because of rules is against my morals." She answered, her eyes narrowing slightly as she peered up at her opponent. "I know which I'd rather follow." She purred sarcastically, letting shadows curl tendrils around a dagger, whipping it out of it's sheathe- in a moment, the tip was directly against the Elf's spine. "I'll only ask you politely once. Let me go." She ordered, a voice used to being obeyed and followed. Even with a blade to her throat, her head tipped back against a foe's chest- she didn't seem afraid. Maybe a little annoyed- with herself and the interruption, but not fearful. Even if he did, somehow, kill her- it wouldn't be so bad.

The unmoving fae in his grip was concerningly nonchalant. He didn't falter, his hand steady at her neck. He took a deep breath, exhaling silently as her devotion to her fellow became further apparent. Well hey at least she speaks common.

"That's adorable. I asked when?" He retorted unpleasantly, and needlessly making more of a jerk of himself than need be to make his point. "You wouldn't let me go if you caught me, would you?" It stood until she had a pointy object stuck against his back.

He shifted forward, away from the firm sting. His jaw tightened and he couldn't bring his eyes back to her. Unfortunately he knew that faes aren't to be trusted if magic is an option, and she really could slip him. Slightly impressed by the flexibility of her arm.

"That was dirty." He grunted, pulling his hand off her forehead to mudge her hand away. His heart dropped a bit when he didn't feel anything ..at all. Promptly removing his hand from her neck and shoving her away and taking a couple steps back. Glaring through his brows, his knife out still. Harder to see without the shiny glint.

That wasnt her hand

The shadows

Became solid

And held the knife to his back))

Eris gave a wry, slightly amused grin at the comment. "Typically, exchanging unwanted opinions is how conversations work. I don't remember asking you to remind me of common rules, yet that's how you began." She answered lightly, stretching slightly despite still being in his grasp. "Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't. We may never know." She shrugged sarcastically, chuckling as he stepped into her and away from the blade.

Eris gave a light shrug as he backed off, taking a smooth step forward to cover his shrug. "Being dirty is one of my favorite things." She mocked, holding her hand out, palm up. The night-dark shadows, curled in tendrils around the handle of her knife, whipped back toward her and settled the dagger in her grasp. After, they retreated back to their natural places. She span the dagger lightly around her fingers. "You know, that move mightve been more effective if you held me by the waist, instead of the forehead." She offered, turning her back to him in a somewhat blatant insult of "you don't threaten me", and swinging the stag up and over her shoulder. Surprisingly, despite her lithe frame, she carried it with surprising ease.

I fixed it

now he a little bit spooked)

"Well, under these circumstances I don't think 'hey my names John' is the correct response." Kin growled after they put space between them. He fidgeted with the blade between his fingers. She was uncomfortably comfortable.

He watched the darkness place a dagger in her palm. Staring, his eyes wide but it didn't look like fear. It was definitely a crazed glower. Muttering an elven lhrase akin to "buy me dinner first" when she mentioned something he could worrk on- which he didn't expect her to understand, and would hope she couldn't. Just the horrendously childish mocking it sounded like.

He almost offered to help her pick the creature up, he shifted his shirt with his shoulders, he was't sure if he could do that. "Don't do it again." He added, louder as she moved away. It wasn't a threat, he said it with intent for it to be a threat but it sounded a little like a suggestion.

He huffed, watching her walk away. He should have just shot her or something. He turned a little to walk away- but despite her back being turned, he gave the elven equivalent of fipping the bird before he walked off like an upset toddler.