esotericas

She's dead bestie So like. In heaven I guess

(That is not hard. I was so so far from cool when I first joined.) I think my most technically proficient skin - and one of my prettiest - is Galina's barbie pink look. I don't know what I did but I COOKED. (this one https://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/primadonna-6128214/) My two other favorites are this one of Alasdair's (https://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/personal-5870469/) and a Manon skin from her mid 30s. (https://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/personal-5776620/) The Alasdair one is one of my most technically proficient skins from that era - I still can't really recreate what I did on the sleeves, it was a total fluke. I really loved his very simple, almost austere style in his teens, it was so fun to skin for. The Manon skin is one of my favorites purely because of the memories I associate with it. Her early 30s in Celia'nor were some of my favorite times in her life, and this was her outfit during that era. I just have so many fond memories from that time, that I can't help but get attached to the skin she wore as well. (Also, it was one of my first really brightly-colored skins, which feels significant, considering my current style.)

I think one of the most important things I've learned on LOTC has been how to keep myself separate from my character. It was something I had a really hard time with in my early days, and every IRP rejection or insult felt incredibly personal, and were highly anxiety inducing. Learning to keep those things at arm's length has really helped me play more interesting characters, and feel more comfortable telling stories that have genuine consequences. I think my biggest regret is not letting Manon's story end earlier. She's so dear to me as a character, and after about her 40s, most of her life just got... really drawn out, and kind of boring. It was really upsetting to me while I was rping her, because I'm so attached to her, and I wanted her to have a really nice, narratively sound ending. But I didn't let her die at times that I could (or should) have, so it ended up just sort of... going on forever and ever, after her story was done.

Oops... definitely didn't forget to do this two weeks ago. I joined LOTC my freshman year of High School, in the first full year of Covid, and now here I am, a month and a half away from graduating. Crazy how the time flies, right? Anyways, questions. I don't know how you're supposed to write one of these, so I hope this is sufficient.

SPRING CLEANING PT II Two announcements from House Godunov. Published 3 of Joma ag Umund, 525 E.S. Following my elevation to Baroness of Verskaya, I find it necessary to cleanse my house of sin. This comes at a great cost to my own heart, but it must nevertheless be done, if House Godunov is to persist. Therefore, I see fit to declare my brother Anatoliy, his wife, and their entire lineage disowned, in keeping with the Edict of Cleansing. None of them, in life or in death, may ever again claim the Godunov name. I will only make an exception to this should his children choose to return to Haense, and renew their devotion to their homeland within the next two years [Apr. 29], as directed by the Haeseni Crown. If any or all of the Betrayer’s children elect to return home, they will be under my protection and guardianship, and I will raise them as if they were my own. Nevertheless, they will be the descendants of a betrayer and a heretic, and thus can not be trusted to inherit the Barony. The prodigal children will be secondary members of the family, with no claim on the title. Furthermore, I must also trim away the disease from other branches of my family tree. My uncle Valerian, his wife Eadwynn, and their descendants are all similarly disowned, due to their abandonment of their homeland. None of them may claim the Godunov name ever again. Thus the inheritance of Verskaya falls on my shoulders, and on those of my children. I will state my intentions clearly here: I have seen the flaws of primogeniture. I know them firsthand, as does Haense. The eldest child will not always be the fittest to lead. Therefore, I will state clearly that at the time of my death or abdication, I will personally select my heir from the whole of my children, based on worthiness, not birth order. Know that this news of disownment comes from a heart heavy with loss, but I find it nevertheless necessary to cleanse a wound before it infects the body whole. Krusae Zwy Kongzem.

Galina Georgina Godunov, first of her name, and now Baroness of Verskaya, felt a swell of pride when the missive arrived on her doorstep. Finally. It was time to get to work.

"Finally, some proper news - and endorsed by the Church! Dobry!" Observes one pink-cheeked Godunov matron, during her carriage ride to Valdev...

SPRING CLEANING An open letter in response to the actions of my once-brother. To their Majesties Ivan VIII and Nataliya of Ghaestenwald, It has come to my attention that the sins of the man I once called brother - Anatoliy Godunov - have been uncovered, and punished with a righteous death. I have few kind words to say in regards to his character, and to speak them would be deception in the highest degree. So I will say what unkind words I am able to without degrading my own character. My brother was a pagan, a betrayer, a dark mage. His heart laid in his bank account, not with God, or even his family. All this is known. What is not known is the precise cruelty of his treatment of me, his loving sister. I will not belabor the point, for the sake of the comfort of all those who once called him their friend (though I suspect there were very few, by the end,) but the gravest insult he laid upon me came in the years following the “death” of his wife. After hearing the news of Poppiya’s “death,” I sought my brother out to offer him my comfort, as was my duty. My journey took me out of Haense, through Balian, and into the pagan lands of Haelun’or’s Kaethul - a den of dark mages and heretics. There I found him in conversation with both a Devilspawn and an elf. Before I even had the chance to tell my brother of my mission, he began berating me for what was the great plague of my life: my lack of marriage. In his own words, I was “of no use to him” if I could not marry well. It was then that I realized what many had realized long before: there was no heart left in my brother’s chest. His soul had been poisoned by the company he kept, and could not be saved. I left immediately, and spent some months in the monastic Society of St. Juliya in Petra, where I prayed over my brother’s sins, and requested guidance from God on how to respond. When I heard the news of his death, the answer came to me: I must return to Haense, and take up the mantle that the betrayer Anatoliy once bore, in hopes of returning honor to my family’s name, and restoring my lineage in the eyes of God. Following this, I have a request to make of Your Majesties, that being that I may be granted the title of Regent of House Godunov so that I may begin the work of restoring virtue to my family. I know that I have been absent from Haense for some years, but my loyalty and my heart lies with my homeland, always. Yours, with eternal faith and reverence,

[!] A missive is posted across the various realms, penned in warm, fiery hues. ✩ MADAME LULU’S FANTASTICAL FORTUNES ✩ •─────────────────────•✦•─────────────────────• SEARCHING FOR ANSWERS TO the questions you keep asking yourself, to no avail? Unsure of where to go next? Looking for advice? Well, Simply write to Madame Lulu, and let her cards show you the way!*✢ •─────────────────────•✦•─────────────────────• Singular fortunes - 5 mina Consultation appointments - 40 mina A singular fortune is limited to one question, and one pull from the tarot deck. A consultation may involve a deep-dive into one specific question. •─────────────────────•✦•─────────────────────• Write to Madame Lulu at the address below to schedule an appointment! *Madame Lulu’s fortunes are based on chance and she is not responsible for any potential harm caused by the following of her advice. ✢Madame Lulu is not a heretic. Her fortunes are not witchcraft, nor does she claim to be a religious authority. Fortunetelling does not replace or in any way act against religion. •─────────────────────•✦•─────────────────────•

Madame Lulu prepares her cards...

A worn, tired sailor found the missive on the desk of his captain's quarters. He read it in silence, unreceptive to the calls from his crew, or the whipping of the wind beyond the wooden walls of his ship. The ink bled beneath spotted saltwater tears as Alasdair wept silently for the death of his friend. There were no words for this moment, nor was there anyone to say them to.

A sly fortune-teller prepares her crystal ball...

"Don't go getting any ideas, now..." Said a wary Alchemist, eyeing her clockwork servant from across the room.

"Enrico has nay told his family about us?" Murmured one Galina Georgina Godunov, scanning over the missive. A frown was spread across her round, freckled face. "That is nay like him... perhaps it is the grief." Then, she glanced over at the most recent bouquet he'd brought her, still standing fresh on the countertop. "Hrm," Was her eloquent conclusion. "Ea ought to write and make sure he's okay..."

Far across the continent, a timeworn Alchemist reads through the missive, her brows furrowed. She wonders, somewhere tucked in a corner of her mind, what might have been.

Galina Georgina knelt beside her bed, and praying for the soul of her brother's wife. "May she rest well in the Skies."

Galina Georgina emerged from her sewing room just long enough to read the letter from her friend. "It's happening!" She said, unable to restrain herself. "Praise Godan, it's finally happening. Ea must finish quickly-" And so she returned to her work, merrily stitching away at her best friend's wedding gown...

MC Name: esotericas Discord: esotericas Image: Description of Image: a fancy portrait of my persona and her fiance :) Dimensions: 2 wide, 2 high

•─────────────────────•✦•─────────────────────• [!] AN AURUM DOLL SITS NESTLED BETWEEN THE ROOTS OF THE TREE. HER FACE IS SMUDGED WITH ASH. SHE STANDS WITH HER ARMS SPREAD AS IF CRUCIFIED, OFFERING A FROZEN EMBRACE TO THE WORLD. AT HER CENTER IS AN EMPTY CAVITY WHERE HER INSIDES ONCE WERE. NOW, IT CONTAINS A NOTE. •───•✩•───• I seek no magic from you. I have faced my own trials at the hands of M––– and proven myself a devoted student. I do not trust you. I have known your flock to do little harm, and little good. But the halls of my own are as empty as yours, and sing of treachery. If nothing else, I would that we met. Find me where the river runs, and the maps are made. •───•✩•───• [!] Upon closer inspection, the doll reveals itself to be made of Alchemical clockwork. When a miniature key at the back of her neck is twisted, the doll lets out an ear-piercing shriek. •─────────────────────•✦•─────────────────────•

"Based," says a fellow Alchemical scholar. She marks the date on her calendar, and resolves to attend.

Galina Georgina does not cry. This is for many reasons. It is unbecoming, especially with her complexion. The tears aren't as lovely as the ones worn by her darker-haired, olive-skinned friends, and only turn her skin an ugly, blotchy red. Galina can never be ugly. So it's not crying, what she does. I am not crying, she tells herself. I am not crying. I am not crying. The girl in the mirror on her desk watches her, puffy-eyed and ugly. The documents pile higher as word from the war floods in. Death and victory. The rosary draped over her lampshade is comical, shining holy light on the stories of terror and violence. But today, Galina doesn't think about God. She stares down at the ink on paper, smudged with the not-tears, impossible to read. "Honestly," Galina told herself. "I barely knew him. We've only spoken a few times." Today, Galina thinks about the future. She does not think about what he was to her, but what he could have been. "I want you to be my daughter," Heinrich had told her on an oft-remembered night, in the heart of Merryweather. She had wanted it too. Had wanted him to be everything her own father was not; wise, encouraging, filled with wit and advice. Present. "I won't be Prince for a long time," Johannes had said. "I hope." War and hope do not mix well. Galina Georgina does not cry. This is for many reasons. She does not cry at death, or failure, or pain. Crying is a waste of time, and time is always in short supply. So it's not crying, what she does. Instead, Galina writes.

୨⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✧♡✧⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯୧ ୨⎯ *:･ﾟ THE HAUCHMETVAS OF GALINA GEORGINA GODUNOV *:･ﾟ⎯୧ AN INVITATION RELEASED BY ME, FOR THE ESTEEMED AND VERY IMPORTANT PURPOSE OF INVITING THE HAESENI PUBLIC (AND SOME SPECIAL GUESTS) TO MY HAUCHMETVAS. ୨⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✧♡✧⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯୧ ୨⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✧♡✧⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯୧ AS I HAVE NOW come of age, it is my honor and joy to host a Hauchmetvas, in celebration of this great achievement. It shall follow the tradition of many such celebrations: First is the wreath ceremony, wherein a wreath of flowers will be bestowed upon me. They will be especially chosen for both their symbolism and their beauty, and are a symbol of good wishes for the future. Should guests elect to bring gifts, they may present these then. Then will come the first dance, wherein I will share the final dance of my youth with my father, Malcolm. After this, my guests (and any suitors) will join us on the dance floor, for a night of revelry. It is my wish that my Hauchmetvas be themed around the chivalric tales of eld. The ball shall be a costume ball, with a theme of princesses, princes, knights, dragons, et cetera to be observed by the guests, if at all possible. Of course, in absence of a costume, guests are still greatly encouraged to attend, as revelry is for all, not only those with fancy outfits. Young men wishing to be suitors may select a branch of flowers from those provided at the door, and may offer them to me during the ball to signal their interest in me. At the end of the evening is the burning of youth. The majority of the guests will depart, and I will select three items that represent my childhood, explain their significance, and then ceremonially burn them to represent my journey into adulthood. ୨⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✧♡✧⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯୧ WHERE? The Esrova Prikaz Ballroom, Valdev, Haense WHEN? Monday, November 27, 3:00 PM, EST ୨⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✧♡✧⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯୧ HAENSE His Royal Majesty, King Aleksandr II of Haense, and his royal pedigree Her Grace, Roslin Baruch, Duchess of Valwyck, and her noble pedigree His Grace, Viktor var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus, and his noble pedigree His Grace, Manfred Barclay, Duke of Reinmar, and his noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Otto Ludovar, Count of Otistadt, and his noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Anabel Colborn, Countess of Malkovya, and her noble pedigree The Honourable, Walter Weiss, Viscount of Novkursain, and his noble pedigree His Highness, Cesar de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia, and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Alyona Godunov, Baroness of Verskaya, and her noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Katrin Stafyr, Baroness of Thurant, and her noble pedigree His Lordship, Henrik Amador, Baron of Mondstadt, and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Irena Kortrevich, Baroness of Koravia, and her noble pedigree ELSEWHERE His Highness, Heinrich II Lothar, Prince of Merryweather, and his noble pedigree Ser Galadain Glennmaer of Numendil, and his kin The residents of Lemon Hill The residents of Wyrtmark-Kabestan WITH PERSONAL INVITATIONS SENT OUT TO Her Highness, Princess Emma Anastasya of Haense Her Highness, Princess Isabel Theodora of Haense Her Highness, Princess Eirene Daria of Balian His Lordship, Johannes Lothar, Lady Adelheid Klara, Lady Alexandra Mathilde, and Lady Antigone Renata of the House of Alstreim His Lordship, Alfred Konstanz of the House of Barclay Her Ladyship, Marjoreya Vasiliya of the House of Ruthern His Lordship, Leonid Marco of the House of d’Arkent-Kortrevich Mother Frinna Glennmaer Ser Morgan of Angren Mother Rhosyn of Numendil Father Callahan of Lemon Hill ୨⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✧♡✧⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯୧ Her Ladyship, GALINA GEORGINA ALYOVNA GODUNOV, Master of G.O.A.T.s, Head Designer for the Haeseni Ledi Company, President of the Holy Hearts Foundation, Mistress of the Esrova Wardrobe, The Pride of Paradisus

"Wahoo!" Said the young Mistress of the Wardrobe, beaming down upon her article.

"WAHOO!" Said Galina Georgina, now officially Mistress of the Wardrobe at the ripe old age of seventeen. She bustled over to her mother's office, and proudly shoved the missive in her face. @ibiou "Mamej- look, mamej! Yam the youngest Mistress of the Wardrobe ever!"

Galina Georgina LOVES dancing!!!