there's no plan, there's no race to be run
the harder the rain, the sweeter the sun . . .
Index
♆ Dossier
Disclaimer
A Word of Caution:
The excerpts here will contain spoilers to Caspiana's background. Please read with discretion and do not meta-game. If you'd rather find out this material ICly, return back to the dossier.
Disclaimer
A Word of Caution:
The excerpts here will contain spoilers pertaining to Caspiana's current affairs in relation to character progressive arcs. Please read with discretion and do not meta-game. If you'd rather find out this material ICly, return back to the dossier.
Anchor Choker
Caspiana is rarely seen not donning this particular piece of jewelry, so much so that she has a visible tan line beneath the band.
Bellarmine jar
Also known as a "Witch Jar", this travel-sized jar is often safely kept in whatever bag Caspiana might be carrying with her, if she dons one at all. Kul Tiran superstition would have you believe it helps keep witches away, the contents within being made up of hair and nail clippings from the ancestors of Caspiana's maternal side who supposedly died as a result of hex. As well as saltwater, pins and needles, and various other herbs.
Handkerchief
Often stuffed somewhere easily accessible on Caspiana's person is that of her lacy handkerchief. Only really used if she needs to blow her nose for whatever reason, it is often out of sight. Along one of the edges, her initials are embroidered into its fabric.
Old Tidesage Rod
The famously noticeable rod of a Tidesage, it visually has seen better days. Tarnished and oxidized, this once pristine copper staff looks like it might as well have been fished up and out from the ocean.
Whittling Knife
A small, custom made whittling knife. It's just big enough to be easily handled by Caspiana, but small enough to fit in her pocket. The sheath is real leather with the Stormsong insignia branded onto its surface.
Story Index
The Tidesage Rod
The Tidesage Rod | I. Chance Encounter
Caspiana had long come to understand that the culmination of the often violent whispers that plagued her nigh daily would eventually come to a troublesome head if she was forced to continue trying to block them out by sheer willpower alone. She was ultimately just a human and each moment she needed to check over her shoulder to know if the hostility that breathed into her head was real or not was beginning to shake her sanity. She had resigned her fate to having to venture back to Stormsong Valley and learn the truth if she had to, even if it meant going alone.What truth? The truth that after the Fourth War, her faith in the Tidemother had been irreparably shaken. Was She ever truly real, the woman often thought. She hadn’t recalled Her whispers being so vicious as a child, having remembered them bringing her a deep comfort, like the calmness of the sea after a storm. It had been so long though and the overworking anxiety that had been ruining her sleep since she was a teenager had eroded at her memory. They were always that horrible… was it normalized? Had she normalized thinking such awful thoughts? Was it only more apparent after her mother had turned and tried to kill her and her father? That those thoughts were evil, not good and warm? She couldn’t remember. Not anymore.
Despite knowing what she had to do, it was hard for her to bring herself to see it through. Without her Tide-Magic, Caspiana knew she was powerless to any machinations that might seek her demise. She was hardly a physically powerful woman, but her shaken faith had made her more than apprehensive toward using her magic; she hadn’t used it in years. If she faced this potential threat alone, she knew there was a very real chance she wouldn’t return. How could she tell her friends that? It was difficult for the Kul Tiran to not be forthright with those close to her about her intentions, but if she was too forward about her intentions in this regard, they would insist on either joining her or not going. She couldn’t risk putting them in that position, not on her behalf. She wouldn’t be able to live with the regret.Days passed and she continued to postpone the inevitable. She could surely live with the voices, couldn’t she? She had this long… but she was growing tired and her psyche was more fragile than it had ever been. Her confidence tapered and her fear grew. She couldn’t live like this. Not really. And it was for a moment when she spotted a tentacled-crowned man in the corner of the Lion's Pride Inn, she was almost certain she was hallucinating. That could not really be what he looked like, could it? So naturally, she approached him cautiously, needing to ensure her sanity hadn’t gotten so bad that she was beginning to imagine elves with void tendrils. Much to her surprise—and slight horror—the man did in fact just happen to look like that. Upon being noticed due to being not subtle in the slightest, she questioned him on whether the strange appendages sprouting out from his head were purposeful. Much to Caspiana’s embarrassment, the exchange led to him mischievously tricking her into thinking they weren’t and that he needed assistance removing them, only to instead lead to them having a brief dialogue after the fact. Ziethel, was his name, a ‘Ren’dorei’. She wasn’t particularly well-versed in most elf culture, so the nature of his name and background were somewhat lost on her, but what she did know was that he had a close relationship with the void: something she perhaps could champion toward her particular problem.
The Tidesage Rod | II. The Request
Despite knowing what she had to do, it was hard for her to bring herself to see it through. Without her Tide-Magic, Caspiana knew she was powerless to any machinations that might seek her demise. She was hardly a physically powerful woman, but her shaken faith had made her more than apprehensive toward using her magic; she hadn’t used it in years. If she faced this potential threat alone, she knew there was a very real chance she wouldn’t return. How could she tell her friends that? It was difficult for the Kul Tiran to not be forthright with those close to her about her intentions, but if she was too forward about her intentions in this regard, they would insist on either joining her or not going. She couldn’t risk putting them in that position, not on her behalf. She wouldn’t be able to live with the regret.Days passed and she continued to postpone the inevitable. She could surely live with the voices, couldn’t she? She had this long… but she was growing tired and her psyche was more fragile than it had ever been. Her confidence tapered and her fear grew. She couldn’t live like this. Not really. And it was for a moment when she spotted a tentacled-crowned man in the corner of the Lion's Pride Inn, she was almost certain she was hallucinating. That could not really be what he looked like, could it? So naturally, she approached him cautiously, needing to ensure her sanity hadn’t gotten so bad that she was beginning to imagine elves with void tendrils. Much to her surprise—and slight horror—the man did in fact just happen to look like that. Upon being noticed due to being not subtle in the slightest, she questioned him on whether the strange appendages sprouting out from his head were purposeful. Much to Caspiana’s embarrassment, the exchange led to him mischievously tricking her into thinking they weren’t and that he needed assistance removing them, only to instead lead to them having a brief dialogue after the fact. Ziethel, was his name, a ‘Ren’dorei’. She wasn’t particularly well-versed in most elf culture, so the nature of his name and background were somewhat lost on her, but what she did know was that he had a close relationship with the void: something she perhaps could champion toward her particular problem.
Caspiana had long come to understand that the culmination of the often violent whispers that plagued her nigh daily would eventually come to a troublesome head if she was forced to continue trying to block them out by sheer willpower alone. She was ultimately just a human and each moment she needed to check over her shoulder to know if the hostility that breathed into her head was real or not was beginning to shake her sanity. She had resigned her fate to having to venture back to Stormsong Valley and learn the truth if she had to, even if it meant going alone.What truth? The truth that after the Fourth War, her faith in the Tidemother had been irreparably shaken. Was She ever truly real, the woman often thought. She hadn’t recalled Her whispers being so vicious as a child, having remembered them bringing her a deep comfort, like the calmness of the sea after a storm. It had been so long though and the overworking anxiety that had been ruining her sleep since she was a teenager had eroded at her memory. They were always that horrible… was it normalized? Had she normalized thinking such awful thoughts? Was it only more apparent after her mother had turned and tried to kill her and her father? That those thoughts were evil, not good and warm? She couldn’t remember. Not anymore.
History
∾ Adolescence ∾
Born to a life of comfort in Sagehold, Caspiana wanted for little in life. Her parents—Morgan and Diane—spared no expense when it came to the girl's education. To them, she was the apple of their eye, their only child. And it did not come without merit; as soon as she could discern the whispers from the waves, the girl heard the call of the Tidemother. The sea had chosen her—whether she had wanted it to or not.Named after her maternal grandmother before her, a renowned Tidesage for her time, Caspiana became no stranger to the pressures of expectation. Her parents reveled in her abilities, honing them into who she might become someday:A Tidesage to rival the ninth before her and even Diane herself.
History
As Caspiana grew, dissent fostered within her. Not for her family or their wishes, but for the pressure to be something she wasn't entirely certain was meant to be her calling. The sea was foreboding, deep and dark with tales unknown to all. It frightened Caspiana, yet she was helpless to its choosing's. Regardless of her fears, she continued to progress down the path toward becoming a Tidesage.However, around 15 years old, the girl's mother, Diane suddenly began behaving erratically. Often spending much of her time away, secluded in the Shrine of the Storm where she rarely saw her family. It was at the dawn of the Fourth War that this all came to a head...
History
Upon one of her sparing returns home, Diane was especially unruly. Unwilling to spend time with her family, Morgan pleaded desperately that she prioritize them. Much to the father and daughter's horror, it was then the woman's true condition was laid bare— her manifesting into a K'thir and attacking her own. Traumatized by the scene, Caspiana fled as her father attempted to subdue her mother.Whether there was hope to return Diane to her previous self was a possibility denied the family. Not willing to risk the lives of him or their child, Morgan made the incredibly difficult decision to kill his wife in her monstrous form, lest she do something he knew she would never forgive herself for.
History
Life thereon, changed completely for the young woman. Her mother now dead at the hands of her own father, Caspiana's ambitions for becoming a Tidesage died with her. She became aimless, finding first love and loss, outings and parties with friends, diving into a love for fashion and cosmetic, all the things a girl her age would be expected to. Yet, nothing seemed to fill the void left behind by the loss of Diane. Despite everything, Caspiana adored her mother, she admired her, looked-up to her. And now, she was gone.With time, her father found new love to help mend his broken heart in Caspiana's now step-mother, Adele. She felt no resentment in her heart toward the woman. Adele with time gave Caspiana the guidance of a mother she sought after so desperately after Diane's tragic passing.
♆ Key Explanation
Current Impression:
Impressions are Caspiana's current feelings toward the character in question. This might not immediatley change her overarching view of the character, but it could potentially lead to a core perspective shift with enough time.
▴Positive Swing:
Caspiana presently feels good about the relationship and/or that it is progressing in a positive way.
▪ Neutral:
Caspiana has not interacted with this character enough to have a present feeling about them, or no substantial growth has been occuring.
▾Negative Swing:
Caspiana is unsure of, or has experienced recent interactions with said character that have left her feeling negative or that their relationship is progressing poorly.
Core Perspective:
Core perspectives are Caspiana's more finalized conceptualization of her relationship with a character. This can manifest itself in several subjective lenses, but also in more objective ones, like being deceased. It is ultimately how she views a character, regardless of if she feels positive or negative toward them in the moment.
⧉ Philia
One of the four ancient Greek words for love, philia is usually translated as "friendship" or affection in an explicitly platonic sense. Caspiana considers this character her friend.
🎕 Storge
One of the four ancient Greek words for love, storge is meant to represent familial love and refers to a natural or instinctual affection. Caspiana considers this character to be as close to her as family, be them actual family or friends close enough to be considered as such.
♥ Eros
One of the four ancient Greek words for love, eros represents sensual, erotic, or passionate love. Caspiana may feel attracted to this character sexually or be outright in-love/infatuated with them. The term covers a broad threshold.
☰ Uncertain
Caspiana isn't sure what her relationship with this character is, lending to them likely being acquaintances at best.
◈ Hostile
Caspiana's relationship with this character is aggressive or very poor. This character likely has done something to lend to her feeling uncomfortable around their presence or generally threatened.
♰ Deceased
This character has died.
What is the purpose then of the written label?
One might rightfully feel that with the existance of all these labeling icons that then giving a character a written relationship title next to their name might be redundant. The reason for this is to represent Caspiana's surface level labeling of a character. She could label someone a friend she may not necessarily love anymore as a friend—be that for better or worse. She could have family she does not love as family, and so on. meaning the label itself is the most outward expression of a relationship without delving into the more meta feelings beneath the surface.
♆ Aesthetics
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♆ Aesthetics
wip of caspia and cailean by me
wip of caspiana and teo by me
caspiana by me
Caspiana by Me again
Gift from Sam commissioned from Golden-Hourglass
♆ Out of Character
Hi there, you can call me—the player—Ludda.Thanks for checking out my character's page. If you'd like to learn more about me and my guidelines for roleplay, please check out my personal carrd.As a player I will indulge in sexual and violent themes. With this in mind, I will not ERP or ship Caspiana with a player's character that is not my OOC partner's. If your character chooses to try and pursue a romance with her, they are within their right within the bounds of plot to try, I won't tell you they can't. Just please keep in mind it will end in rejection, there is no alternative or chance you will be able to convince her otherwise. I am not responsible for if this ends up upsetting you OOC. Sorry if this is disappointing, thank you for understanding.I have created some of the art on this carrd, but most of it comes from others. As such, I have listed the proper crediting to said artists below:
• Caspiana was created May 12th, 2023
• This site was last updated May 19th, 2024
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