oh god ur in for a ride. i’m gonna stick to anthea because she’s most fleshed out rn
Anthea Silverthorn - A whisper of War.
Anthea W. Silverthorn is an artificially made human, made by and for the order of aesir as a weapon of mass destruction / future curse bearer. She is made from the scraps of fallen soldiers and mages alike, and her body is 70% magic 30% “flesh”, hence why she is so resistant and can withstand numerous and powerful attacks. She was made for the sole purpose of fighting, and was trained from the very first time she ever opeend her eyes. Her birth was artificial and most do not consider her human.
She resided in Fort Talos majority of her time, receiving training from several people. Each of them teaching her a different thing (general fighting, dodging, usage of her glass magic… etc). When she was (rarely) not learning she was seen wandering around the fortress, hardly ever being allowed to leave. Although that’s where Julian steps in. As her former mentor (since he has the glass curse) he grew somewhat close to her, finding her presence a break from the cacophony of the yes-sir soldiers he’s so accustomed to. Eventually he ended up gifting her a heart crystal which she attached to her dress, always wearing it.
However not everything was sunshine and rainbows.
One pitiful day, where the dark cloud rains took over Ravenna and threatened to spill, Anthea found herself sparring with General Argos. Usually, she wouldn’t have thought much of it. Just part of her training. But that day, with the sun covered by the clouds and the growing tension in the air, something, or rather somebody, snapped.
The artificial human had accidentally used too much force on one of her beams and injured the general, luckily his armor took most of the blow. Seeing her mentor in “pain”, she instinctively went up to check on him. Asking if he was okay.
“Pater?” She muttered. Referring to him as father. A habit she had grown accustomed to, having read it in some books and magazines and learning it from Revon. Who wrongly taught her empathy, taught her to be “human”, or rather, close.
In an instant and despite the general’s older age, he slammed the butt of his halberd against her left side of the face, seeing red. He was not, would never be, her father. She was not human. She did not deserve to be called as such. Familiar titles were reserved for something she was not. For humans.
Anthea stumbled backwards and hit the ground with a thump, clutching at her side in what would be a mimic of pain. Everyone rushed over to check on her. The other two generals, Julian and Valerii ran to Argos and held his arms, preventing another blow. But the damage was done.
She was left seriously injured and the glass curse user had to reconstruct the eye, ultimately leaving her blind. Anthea did not grow resentment for Argos, instead feeling something akin to pity, wondering why he refuses to be called her father if he was there and helped “create” her.
After the Order captured Beringer, and with that, the eventual location of the death curse before its theft, Anthea was cast aside. No longer useful in the eyes of the old general. She was discarded and locked in the fortress, never to leave. No matter how much the others insisted. Not even Revon, who she considered her “brother” of some kind dared to step in.
After the break-in and before Argos’ death, Anthea rushed over to him like she did that day. She stood over his battered body as he muttered something about being left alone, for he had been bestowed rightfully. All she did was watch as the life drained from his face. She uttered a prayer for him in latin and finally, with all the commotion, managed to escape.
Eventually Anthea would be placed under a witch’s care. Astrea Nimbus., who she found while escaping. She took her under her wing and solidified her magic skills. The two grew close, and to this day, they still travel together, currently residing in the Nimbus Sea.
The Order still seeks to reclaim what was once theirs, constantly looking for their little toy, which is why the poor girl is constantly on the run, paranoid of what they’ll do to her, despite having a great pain resistance. If they managed to create her from nothing, they could easily destroy her into nothing.
May the gods be with her.
that’s it :3