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victoryclaimed) wrote2023-05-21 09:28 am
victoryclaimed) wrote2023-05-21 09:28 am
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Name Bilis
Age ~ 35
Born Autumn
Sexuality Bi Occupation Poet, bard PB Rachel Weisz
Sexuality Bi Occupation Poet, bard PB Rachel Weisz
ABOUT, part 1.
There was a time before. Before Bilis travelled with the band of soldiers of whom no one has kept their name, they have discarded them with normal life, they carry monikers like armour, the Warrior, the Amazon, the Spear, the Shield, the Blade - and they call Bilis "the Bard", though she hasn't adopted it for herself, in her own ears her name resounds. It it all that she has left of the home which the soldiers have otherwise burned to the ground.
They did it for a cause, but the cause isn't hers. The King of her city wasn't fair, but neither is life and she didn't loathe the order he created, she didn't loathe the hierarchies or the systems he put in place. Within those, she was able to teach her students in metrics and music, she was able to write. She was able to nurture a life of her own.
However, the Warrior's band had decided it was an unjust king, Bilis', and they came to tear down his hierarchies, his systems and his throne. If that meant burning her whole home to the ground, they would do it, war came at a prize. They had left their families, they didn't see the value of letting others keep theirs.
In the rubble of her destroyed home, Bilis had watched the soldiers gather, mount their horses, prepare to leave her with the ruins of the past but no future ushered in instead, and she saddled her own horse, she mounted it, too, and she followed them on their continued journey. Because however much she loathed what they had done, Bilis thought, the only ones who could protect her against that kind of destruction were the doers of it.
Since then, she has sung their songs, sung their praise, while a bitter resentment gnaws at her heart. You took everything from me and you will do it again, for there is only one victory in this world, and it doesn't belong to the defeated.
They did it for a cause, but the cause isn't hers. The King of her city wasn't fair, but neither is life and she didn't loathe the order he created, she didn't loathe the hierarchies or the systems he put in place. Within those, she was able to teach her students in metrics and music, she was able to write. She was able to nurture a life of her own.
However, the Warrior's band had decided it was an unjust king, Bilis', and they came to tear down his hierarchies, his systems and his throne. If that meant burning her whole home to the ground, they would do it, war came at a prize. They had left their families, they didn't see the value of letting others keep theirs.
In the rubble of her destroyed home, Bilis had watched the soldiers gather, mount their horses, prepare to leave her with the ruins of the past but no future ushered in instead, and she saddled her own horse, she mounted it, too, and she followed them on their continued journey. Because however much she loathed what they had done, Bilis thought, the only ones who could protect her against that kind of destruction were the doers of it.
Since then, she has sung their songs, sung their praise, while a bitter resentment gnaws at her heart. You took everything from me and you will do it again, for there is only one victory in this world, and it doesn't belong to the defeated.
FIRST IMPRESSIONS.
Visual. Short, slender woman, petite, dark, curly hair, slightly sharp-lined face, expressive, hardened.
Fashion. Tunics and trousers, various styles of togas and chitons.
Demeanor. Focused, observant, clever, determined, poetic, quiet, afraid.
Aural. Speaks her own dialect as well as the common dialect of her country.
ABOUT, part 2.
This story takes place in an unnamed fantasy country reminiscent of Ancient Greece or similar ancient nations. It is rarely mentioned by name in "canon", but for the ease of RP'ing, we can call it, Middleland, when needed.
Middleland is a large nation situated on the peninsula of the continent it's part of. It is surrounded by ocean on two out of three sides, a large mountain range to the northeast separating it from its nearest neighbour. It is made up of independent city states that exist with own government and various political stances on topics ranging from economy to labour forces to human rights. Recently, a small army of women warriors have waged war on various cities throughout Middleland in an effort to avoid dictatorships and injustice.
Middleland is a large nation situated on the peninsula of the continent it's part of. It is surrounded by ocean on two out of three sides, a large mountain range to the northeast separating it from its nearest neighbour. It is made up of independent city states that exist with own government and various political stances on topics ranging from economy to labour forces to human rights. Recently, a small army of women warriors have waged war on various cities throughout Middleland in an effort to avoid dictatorships and injustice.
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