there's no plan, there's no race to be run

the harder the rain, the sweeter the sun . . .


Index


♆ Dossier

☸ Birth Name

Caspiana Alexandra Adriatico XI

☸ Age

Mid-Twenties

☸ Gender Identity

Cis Woman | She/Her

☸ Race & Nationality

Human | Kul Tiran

☸ Birth Place

Stormsong Valley, Sagehold

☸ Disposition

Chaotic Good • ENFP-T

☸ Voice References

Ref I | Ref II

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 | 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

In the bustling streets of Goldshire, Caspiana's path crossed once more with Ziethel, their encounter seemingly guided by an unseen hand. After their initial meeting, she invited him to her home where she revealed the haunting ordeal that had shadowed her since her mother's tragic demise. Her father, driven by a need to protect him and his daughter, had slain his wife when she transformed into an eldritch entity. Since the traumatic ordeal, Caspiana has had to contend with relentless voices that whispered of returning to Kul Tiras—a call amplified by the ocean's proximity.Aware now of Ziethel's heritage as a Ren’dorei, Caspiana dared to hope he might offer insight into her torment. She implored him to accompany her to her home nation, seeking an end to this ceaseless turmoil. Though Ziethel had known of the corruption among the Tidesages wrought by ancient malevolence, he had remained on the periphery of those dark dealings, his colleagues having already gone to observe the phenomenon in great numbers. Yet, moved by Caspiana's plight, he agreed to assist her. Before committing to their journey, Ziethel insisted on a preliminary meeting to discern if the affliction plaguing Caspiana stemmed from the void at all. She reluctantly acquiesced, fearing the implications—a voidless source would unravel her already shaken belief in the benevolent Tidemother, leaving her adrift in uncertainty.

Despite her reservations, they agreed to reconvene for Ziethel's investigation. As they parted ways, Caspiana's thoughts were consumed by conflicting emotions—hope mingled with dread of what revelations awaited. Yet, amidst the turmoil, a flicker of resolve ignited within her, a determination to confront the truth regardless of its weight.In the days leading to their next meeting, Caspiana grappled with the implications of Ziethel's test. Her heart weighed heavily with the prospect that her guiding force, the Tidemother, might be a fabrication born of desperation… or potentially worse. Still, she steeled herself for the journey ahead, clinging to the hope that Ziethel held the key to quelling the voices that haunted her soul. And for all that plagued her, there was a sort of kinship between her and the elf: a man who might potentially understand the scope of what she was going through. Fresh off the heels of being rejected by her previous roommate, Cade, Caspiana's heart was especially vulnerable; and Ziethel's tongue was especially silver. A dangerous mix, if there ever was any.

The Tidesage Rod | III. The Test

Caspiana waited anxiously in the confines of her home, anticipating Ziethel's arrival. At the first knock, she sprang to her feet and hurried to the door."Mister Ziethel!" she greeted him eagerly upon swinging open the door. "Have you prepared everything?"Ziethel greeted her with a smirk that faltered slightly upon seeing her less-than-battle-ready attire. Nevertheless, he quickly regained his composure and nodded. "Caspiana! Indeed I have. Come with me, and I will explain on the way." He gestured for her to follow.Nodding in agreement, Caspiana glanced nervously at Ziethel's swords, momentarily aware of her own lack of weaponry. Without further delay, she descended the stairs and fell into step behind him.
"So! Do you wish to hear the good or the bad news first?" Ziethel asked as they walked.
"Mm... err, there is bad news?" Caspiana's concern was evident as she adjusted the straps of her backpack. "I suppose it is best to get that out of the way...""I too often favor hearing the bad news first," Ziethel chuckled lightly. "Kindred spirits, you and I."Caspiana snorted softly, acknowledging the practicality of facing disappointments head-on before hopes could be raised. "It just feels more reasonable to get disappointment out of the way in light of more optimistic news, I suppose..."Ziethel's demeanor shifted slightly as he broached the subject. "Well, it is not exactly disappointing... more like, highly alarming."

Caspiana raised her eyebrows, her concern deepening. She listened intently, allowing Ziethel to continue without interruption."So, you will be bait for a void entity known as a 'Psyfiend'," Ziethel explained, watching Caspiana closely for her reaction.Caspiana went pale at the revelation, her worst fears seemingly confirmed in an instant. "W-Wait, what? Bait? Why? Who is that?" Her questions spilled out in rapid succession, her heart racing with newfound dread."It is not a 'who' as much as an 'it'... basically, it is a lesser fraction of a greater void creature whose primary purpose is to sniff out those susceptible to void-based corruption," Ziethel clarified, his tone measured despite the gravity of his words. "Or, as we suspect in your case, already touched by the void."Frowning deeply, Caspiana's expression mirrored her growing unease. "Then... it is true. The Tidemother... She is not real, is She?" Her voice trembled with a mix of disappointment and sorrow.
Ziethel paused briefly, allowing Caspiana a moment to absorb his words. "Ap-ap-ap! We do not know that," he quickly corrected. "We simply suspect that you may have been in contact with a corruptive force, no? I know as much as you do, the Tidesage order was corrupted by an old god. Even if the Tidemother is real, which we assume She is—She was pushed and overpowered by the aforementioned cancerous void-growth we know as an old god.That does not mean she never existed, just that her portrayal was mimicked and abused.”
A beat.“Am I making sense to you?” He asked earnestly.Caspiana did not appear entirely comforted by the uncertainty but found a glimmer of hope in Ziethel's words. "Then... well, I suppose I mean to ask: how do you know this? Are you certain this is the case?”"Nothing is certain, we suspect based on your circumstances," Ziethel admitted. "But what I hope to find out through this experiment is if you will register on the Psyfiend's radar."Caspiana subconsciously scratched at her arms, the telltale signs of red, scaly skin noticeable there. "I see... if this is what it takes to improve and maybe learn the truth of the Tidemother and my condition, I will cooperate." She nodded resolutely, steeling herself for the challenges ahead. "Though I cannot say I fully understand everything, I obviously trust you are more versed in this all than I am…""I would certainly hope you consider me an expert," Ziethel interrupted with a hint of pride. "Ehem, Anyway..."

The Tidesage Rod | III. The Test Continued

Caspiana managed a weak smile, grateful for Ziethel's efforts to maintain her morale despite the daunting task ahead."Yesterday evening, I ventured into the twisting nether to capture a Psyfiend," Ziethel continued, outlining his plan. "It is currently sealed away in a pocket of the void under my control. I intend to open a temporary portal to draw it here."He paused dramatically, clearly pleased with his own ingenuity. "Here is the genius of the plan! The fiend has been given a shadow orb, an artifact it will not easily abandon unless for a greater prey—"He motioned toward Caspiana, "—You."He continued."This will lure it to us, confirming whether or not you are a target of void influence."Caspiana's apprehension grew as she considered the implications. "And if I am... will it come after me?" She could not hide the tremor in her voice as she scanned her surroundings, suddenly feeling vulnerable without a weapon at hand. "Oh goodness, I have not practiced my Tidemagic in ages... Should I fetch a knife? Maybe I can purchase a sword in town..."Ziethel shook his head, amused by her suggestion. "That will not be necessary, for I have yet to tell you the good news.""Oh... that is true," Caspiana replied, her anxiety momentarily tempered by the prospect of positive developments."The good news is that I will be here to vanquish the fiend should it appear, and it will not harm you," Ziethel assured her with a reassuring nod.Caspiana regarded him with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Well, that is good... I feel comforted knowing I am in such good hands. Thank you for that." She paused, gathering her thoughts. "And once this is all over... what will we do then?""Either you can go and swim in the ocean, knowing that whatever is calling you is likely the Tidemother... for better or worse," Ziethel began optimistically. "Or, should it be the void, we will have to delve deeper to understand what exactly is being drawn to you and why."Caspiana nodded thoughtfully, her mind already racing with possibilities."Obviously, the former sounds a lot more pleasant if I were in your shoes..." He added.She swallowed hard, summoning her resolve. Lifting her hands to clasp in front of her, she murmured a quiet prayer under her breath. "Storm above and tides at sea, hear me now. Breathe strength into my sails, and guard me against the crushing depths... Lest my vessel be one with the void, and me with Her. Sea to sea, storm to storm, tide to tide."Feeling a sense of resolve, Caspiana squared her shoulders and addressed Ziethel directly. "I am ready then, if you are." Setting her backpack aside, she prepared herself for what lay ahead.Ziethel gave her an encouraging smile, his confidence unwavering. "I shall open the portal close to the large tree behind me."Caspiana shifted nervously on her feet, attempting to quell her nerves."When the rift emerges, you must not touch it. Do not even stare into it for too long," Ziethel cautioned firmly."Do not... okay! Right... just do not look at it," Caspiana repeated, her voice shaky with apprehension. She cleared her throat, determined not to lose her composure.

Ziethel reassured her with a smile. "You will be fine. Just stay focused."As the elf prepared, a sharp, sinister purple energy began to swirl around his hands, casting an eerie glow in the twilight. Caspiana watched with wide eyes, her breath caught in her throat. One of his hands lashed out, sending a bolt of void energy into the air which slammed into an invisible wall just in front of the tree. Immediately upon contact the bolt morphed and spread! The twisted energy sprouting like roots as a portal was torn open from seemingly nothing. Furthermore, as soon as the portal manifested, Ziethel snapped his finger as a shadowy veil shimmered across his dark skin moments before the elf vanished. Leaving nothing but the sinister portal left."
Stumbling forward in shock, Caspiana watched the portal with intense concentration. The moment it opened, she shut her eyes tightly and covered them with her hands, as if shielding herself from the void's gaze. There was nothing at first... the netherbound portal merely hovered there in stark contrast to the otherwise serene Elwynn Forest. However, such peace was not to last, and within a minute, the portal hummed loudly as the claws of a Psyfiend reached through the twisting void as if grasping for something just out of reach. A clear sign of what was to come next as it suddenly manifested through the portal, a purple, faceless visage turned towards the woman upon the hill as the voices within her mind surged with activity!
Caspiana's worst fears seemed to materialize before her eyes as the Psyfiend locked onto her presence. She felt a surge of terror, realizing she was indeed touched by the void, just as her mother had been before her. Gasping for breath, she stumbled backward, her legs threatening to give out beneath her."Please... no more," Caspiana whispered desperately, her voice barely audible. "Please do not let me die..."

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


Art I've created

some of these are forever wips


Art given to me


Screenshots



♆ 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 October 18th, 2024

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