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Callidora Develan

You will soon learn you have few choices.

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a character in “Aurea Cor”, as played by Verix

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"When I was a child, I heard voices
Some would sing and some would scream."



full name xxxxxxxxxxxzxxxxx CALLIDORA DEVELAN
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birthdate xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSPRING 29
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occupation xxxxxxxxxxxx.GUIDE OF THE FIVE HOUSES
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home town xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.DEATH CITY, LUMEN
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affiliation xxxxxxxxzzzzzzzzzzzzxxxxxxxx.LUMEN
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MAG +2 xx STRG +1 xx DEX +0 xx WIS +1 xx CHA +0




You soon find you have few choices, I learned the voices died with me
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THE GUIDE
one who walks the hidden pathways


There is an art to being one’s own self that Callidora has not yet mastered. She seeks comfort in the hands which have moulded her and finds rest in their easy embrace. How lovely it is to be cared for and know your existence is of value. Sly smiles found truth in her life in a way that she hadn’t even known before. She was given a role to play in life, and so dutifully she would do her best to fulfill it.

( The promised child, they called her, the guide of gods. )

Her visions are blurry similar to how an artist might envision their next piece. It comes in fragments, torn from the fabric of time, and leaves her haunted with the idea of someone else’s fate. They used to scare her, she supposes. The image of a friend tossed to the sea. A howling cry disturbed only by the water filling her lungs. Yes, they used to scare her, but now she knows that death is only one part of fate.

( There are much worse things in life than death. Her mother’s death came as no surprise and Callidora expects that hers will not be either. )

There lies a certain type of discomfort in the heart of all people. Their confusion guides their actions and makes villains of great men. Their past is but a part of them which they must carry as a burden, and their present is but a moment of reflective misery. Their future though is the carrier of hope and despair and so they plead for women like her to tell them what she foresees in them.

Riches and jewels and exotic food impress Callidora, but they do not make her complete. There has and always be a piece of her missing in the ocean. That soft siren song which calls to her in the night when nightmares of preventable disasters plague her. To be engulfed by its chilly embrace and silenced with the sound of the sea would be mercy she does not deserve. There exists only one purpose for her existence, and that is to destroy.

( Cursed is the girl who can see the future. Cursed is the family line which creates chaos and destruction. Cursed is the existence of women. )

Callidora seeks perfection in all that she does. Her morals are silenced by the need to be all that she dreams of becoming. Call it hubris or call it fate, but Cal wishes to see the world undone by her hand alone. She will be the keeper of fates and people who have a destiny which she can control. That is her wish, and it is one that must never come to fruition.

People have destinies. An intersect part of their future which they must accomplish. But people have free will and that in itself allows for different pathways to exist. Callidora desires to control, but is too tired to make much of her aspirations. She sleeps lazily now and answers questions with bored eyes that see nothing more than meaningless lives. Now and again, the royal children which come to her have a spark that incites excitement — but it’s quickly snuffed out by a narcissism that’s imbued in their nature. Callidora sighs.

Greatness is not created, it is inherent.


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seer : aurea magic

The ability to see different pathways, and how the future might look.


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☼ │poppies, strawberries
☼ │ felines, oceans, music
☼ │ sleep, swords, lights
☼ │ strong voices, pastures
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☼ │ sunrises, black herons
☼ │ wine, singing, meetings
☼ │ arid areas, honey, cards
☼ │ being taught lessons
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MISC
expert sword swallower, can keep a secret, has 100 lizards, art thief, would sell you meth if asked



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It was passed down from her mother. It's a family heirloom.

Ability One xxIs able to summon the corperal form of a person's loved one for 30 seconds. Once animated they may never be sumoned again. ( Can summon a person. )

Via xxA man who never seems to speak. He can be heard crying a lot of the time and whimpering a past lover's name. Odd.

+ Ignition: place the brooch in your hand and let it sink into your palm, the eye of the witch should manifest there.

So begins...

Callidora Develan's Story

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Character Portrait: Callidora Develan

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CALLIDORA DEVELAN
the part where she dies



There was a calm about Callidora that surprised even herself.

Her bones did not shake, and her lip did not tremble as the guards posted at her cell dragged her body from the stone bed provided. She was numb. Impervious to the situation at hand, but still utterly devastated at the prospect of her death Callidora knew now more than ever what it meant to die.

Would anyone shout her name? Mourn for the loss of life that had been taken so early? Would anyone even attend the public execution for a girl they barely knew?

Callidora could fantasize it then. A handsome young man whose love superseded any and all expectations carrying her away from the tragedy that was her life. He would swoop in like a hero dressed in black where they would then elope to an island far away from the reach of Lumen. Her life would be saved and she’d fall in love.

Her head ached at the thought. Her dreams were never meant to be for fantasizing, they were only meant to guide the living. A useless talent if Callidora ever thought of one, for it was after all the reason for her demise.

“Pick up your feet, prisoner.”

Aedium, he always had been the worst of the two. Queen and Crown he followed royal decree to the letter. He didn’t cease for his traitorous parents, and Callidora knew he would not stop for her.

“Is that any way to talk to a long time friend, Aedy?”

“You are not a friend, prisoner,” he spat out her name like it was venom, “You are a traitor to Queen and country and you will pay for your crimes.”

A traitor. Is that what she was? What had she done to deserve this?

“You’re being too harsh Aediu—“

“— and I will tell the Queen of your dishonorable actions here Luther if you do not cease talking.”

Luther remained quiet in fear of his head being brought to the pedestal next. Callidora could not blame him as much as she wanted to. He had a child, he had a wife, and he was going to die a horrible death within the next year.

The walk to the execution stand was long and filled with a discerning quiet. The many faces which passed by her were filled with pity and a sense of misplaced anger. A girl whom Callidora knew since she was a child stood behind her friends, shielding her face from Callidora as though it would stop the inevitable. Poor girl.

A bag was placed over her head, and the stench of dried tears and blood permeated every fiber. This was the so-called “death hat” that she had heard so much about before. Although the people who were fitted for it never lived to tell the tale of its terror, Callidora for one could vouch for its reputation.

She was on the verge of crying.

The door opened and Callidora knew that her death place was mere feet away from where she stood. She tried not to think about how many steps it took to get to the top of the stand (50), and she tried not to think about how tall it was (10 feet), but most of all she tried not to hear the voices of men and woman whispering their thoughts (about 40).

Aedium pushed her onto the ground so that her knees hit the wooden board with a thud. He grabbed her by the shoulder and guided her head to the curved slot where it would be separated from the body.

Callidora could not see, but in all honesty, she would not have wanted to. She was afraid of who might be in the crowd, and how her face would contort in terror in death.

“By orders of the Queen of Lumen, for being a co-conspirator in the plan to assassinate her majesty, we sentence you to be executed to atone for your crimes. May your soul pass through hell quietly — for queen and country!”

“For Queen and country!”

The blade came down so quickly Callidora had no time to think before she was dead.