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the storms in my head

ruin the garden that my soul holds.❞

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hello, hello! this is jinchi-sama. you may refer to me as chi, as most of my rpr friends would, or henrik/cato (my characters' name in this rp). i have no qualms with mistaken pronouns. i'm really chill, so to speak.

i'm currently in medical training so my replies are slow at best. feel free to follow up on me if i take too long!

more details below so please do read! much thanks!

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⓵ please go through my character's profile first.

this is for you to have a general idea of what's going to be in it for you. i'm pretty flexible when it comes to connecting and i would love to have each of everyone's charas be a part of henrik's trajectory in one way or another. after all, i treat my charas as if they were real people. think of henrik as someone who actually exists in a universe called aelmyros.

⓶ can i assume things about a connection?

absolutely not. there are things you can assume but since it involves us as participating parties, please do clarify with me anything that may involve my chara! i'd appreciate it before we set anything on stone. henrik, after all, given his position in the realm, may need to respond accordingly to any given circumstance in the roleplay so most of his connections might also evolve accordingly.

likewise, if there's anything i'd think of regarding the connection in question, i'd gladly open it up to you so we can expound it.

⓷ where to plot?

i'm way faster in discord but pms are also okay!

if anyone has questions that are not written here, feel free to hit my messages for them !

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my writing style?

3rd lit is my most comfortable style but i tend to mirror to my partners' tastes. 2nd pov is not something i usually do but it would be a fun approach!

do i like writing long paragraphs?

depends on my mood.

strictly no wall posts, please.

there is a reason why we need points !!! if you want to do some spicy and are shy, well you can always approach me in pms ehe

i'm a sporadic reply kinda person.

i have a busy schedule but you can poke me however you want. just not so much.

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"i will build you a nation, but you must guard it well. for if i rise to the disturbance of turmoil and despair, it will be you who must answer to me."

believed to be the keepers of the sacred peace given to them by their god, mauravi, the house of orghana has since ruled the lands of aersahir. each aerajah has always lived in tradition, honoring each rule and rites of passage that has been passed down ever since the era of the first ever ruler.

legends say that once an orghana defies the laws of nature in aersahir, the mountains shall fracture, chaos shall ensue, and the land of mystic tempest shall be no more.

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head of the house: aerajah mradruu orghana

↪ a stern, authoritative monarch who firmly adheres to tradition; well-respected but rarely makes an appearance - as a result, he heavily relies on the queen and the four winds

henrik's relationship with his father is close to none with both son and father barely seen regarding themselves as anything other than king and heir. rumors say that mradruu had not expected for henrik to be victorious during the skyrise trials and still has doubts in his son's ability to lead.

matriarch: queen ylara orghana

↪ a graceful yet emotionally distant persona, seemingly cunning in her own way; believed to still mourn for her loss - the previous aerajah

behind closed doors, henrik is ylara's beloved son and due to his close relations with her, the prince had grown to understand how she leads her people. it is through her that he understood the implications of the throne that shall be his in the future.

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first princess †

↪ unfortunately born into a country which sees first-born daughters as "gifts" to mauravi, the princess has long since then been branded as an unspoken child of the royal family.

up to this day, henrik would solemnly stare at the tarnished nameplate in the family tree - especially on the anniversary of her disappearance. that nameplate has once belonged to her.

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first prince: henrik orghana

↪ played by yours truly

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second prince: -

↪ the younger twin who had always been favored by many

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name: henrik orghana

alias(es):

little tempest, a name his mother fondly calls him in secret

kyrr stormur ("calm storm"), coined by his followers to describe the disparity between him and his twin brother

birthdate + age: 40th of umbrosar, 1470 (30)

birthplace: the hiyaaer apex, zeprillus, aersahir

affiliation: royalty, house of orghana

occupation: royal emissary of peace

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second princess: erivania orghana

↪ a formidable princess whose charm is her weapon; she's known to many in court as the a political pawn, primarily brought up to be wedded for alliance sake

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third prince: eolas orghana

↪ deeply introverted and perceptive, his abilities may be undermined even as a royal

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mbti: intj-t the architect

temperament: melancholic-sanguine

moral alignment: neutral good

to many, henrik is a kind man, stern yet amiable, soft-spoken and very logical with his decision-making. in his personality linger traces of his mother’s ways and thus, despite how his abilities had been undermined in the past, the counsel has now given value to his suggestions. he values logic over emotions and thus, would take time in finding the right decisions. still, most of his plans come to fruition as that these are mostly geared towards maintaining the peace within the country. due to his capabilities, he would sometimes be tasked to accompany either of his parents for peace talks, building strategies to stabilize treaties, and negotiations.

but the eye of this calmest storm lies a very turbulent mindset for henrik has only ever mastered hiding his true emotions beneath layers and masks of his placid facade and gentle smiles. behind closed doors, henrik only desires to be free-minded, to procrastinate, to act like a child - but he dampens the idea with lists of tasks settled the night prior. he has long since learned to segregate the parts of him to show to the public from the ones he should hide and as a result, has become quite emotionally distant even to those who he cherished the most. perhaps, the only time with which he becomes truly genuine is when he visits every faction in aersahir, merely enjoying the culture and practices of each city and town. the smile on his face is one that which is true. in the end, henrik is a good candidate for the throne despite him desiring for less.

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gentle - amicable - altruistic - charismatic - kind - analytical - wise - easygoing - logical - perceptive - tenacious - curious

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reserved - penchant for self-isolation - overly critical (to self and others) - emotionally distant - overthinks - may tend to overlook one's emotions for the greater good - ambiguous - stern - moody - may nitpick - very secretive

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height: 185 cm (6'1")

weight: 77kgs

physique: lean mesomorph

hair: jet-black, cropped with streaks of white

eye color: black

scent profile: sandalwood with vanilla and nutty undertones

other features:

sun-shaped burn mark on his chest from where lightning struck him

a scar down along his left leg, a healed wound from stitches after falling from vallynx (recent)

a monocle on his right eye

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style:

often seen donning furred coats atop cottony or linen ensembles, henrik secretly adores the intricacies of royal clothing. to many, he may only seem as a well-dressed royal but the prince truly does consider fashion as a form of expression. he is oftentimes seen in garments that mostly resemble the stormy mountains that surround zeprillus - black, blue, white - with hues of maroon, copper, or gold. he wears multi-colored jewelry to accentuate his outfits. however, these jewelries are often muted in color so as not to seem flashy. despite henrik's love for dressing up, he is still careful not to draw unnecessary attention to himself.

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 ❝ i have never loved you as i have loved before - with such tenderness, to the point of tears, and with such sense of radiance. ❞

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orientation:

henrik likes to keep his private life separate from the life seen by many. as such, no one is in the know of his romantic inclinations and is often seen as distant even to those who have been matched for him to meet albeit briefly.

status: single, not looking

romantic interest: -

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love language/s (receiving): words of affirmation, acts of service

love language/s (giving): physical touch, gift-giving, words of affirmation

henrik is an emotionally-driven character.

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likes:

fashion - art & culture - scents - visitations - the color, green - tea - merrymaking (as a bystander) - trips to galean - magick

dislikes:

heavy liquor - steak - the sight of blood - stubbornness - being disorganized - being put down - the scent of metal - having his clothes stained - incompetence - dumb questions - directly inquiring about his motives

hobbies:

sketching - archery - vallynx riding - windcraft practice - reading - trades in edrathin - singing quietly in his cabin uphill

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❝ libre comme l'air. ❞

free as a bird.
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note: henrik, generally has a basic skillset for windcrafting such as aeromancy and skyreading but are especially adept with the two described below.

windless

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strength: may be able to withstand strong gusts of wind

limitations: unable to maintain flight during turbulent emotions or during snowstorms

windveil

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no one ever knew of such an ability save for a very limited few. how he came to learn of this is a mystery, and how he uses it will, perhaps, forever remain a secret.

special ability: unlike others, may be able to keep the veil up during illumination

limitation/s: dispels like smoke when exposed to flame

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⌭ disclaimer

• out of character

• how to plot

• how i write

⌭ basics

• generalities

• appearance

• romantics

⌭ about

• persona

• specifics

• abilities

⌭ history

• quick glimpse

• the ascent

⌭ house of orghana

↪ family members

⌭ in-character

• trajectory

• connections

⌭ miscellaneous

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❀ ❝ servitude. ⟩ ‧ ‧ ‧

— plot for: henrik orghana
— gender: male
— age: 26-35
— one-sided amour-slash- friendship

↪ you are his most trusted friend/right-hand, being one of the very few people who know his cues, who knew of how he tenses up at the call of the throne despite the smile on his face. you've served him long enough to form a camaraderie, a bond that henrik values. however, no one knows the real reason behind your loyalty and neither has henrik ever questioned it so — but is he really just a friend, or someone more in your eyes?

( skeleton suggestion below ! )

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❀ ❝ long live. ⟩ ‧ ‧ ‧

— plot for: henrik orghana
— gender: any
— age: 20s up
— antagonistic; tension driven

↪ loyal subjects are hard to come by. your purpose was not to support him but to question his credibility to the throne. it puts his name to shame, tampers his already withered self-esteem. yet, instead of dismay, you were met with nothing but acceptance. your persist to egg him on. push him over the edge. why? to expose the other side of him that you believe he always has had.

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❀ ❝ unlikely friend. ⟩ ‧ ‧ ‧

— plot for: henrik orghana
— gender: any
— age: mid 20s to mid 30s
— a connection full of awe and borderline worship

↪ you hated the crown and the counsel and the many traditions that they uphold. you hated how every year, women have been taken from their homes just because they were born first and then offered to a god who has given you nothing but eternal winter. you hated how the climate could not even allow your family to prosper. you hated aersahir to the core. but henrik was someone who contradicted every single fiber in your body that sang of your despair for he is kind, he is understanding. you see him strive to connect with the people, to build bridges that his father never began. in a way, he became a ray of hope, for a future for aersahir, one you never thought of having. but will he ever be the man you hoped he shall be?

status: taken by ingrid vingral (ubebread)

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suggestions for connections above !

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❀ ❝ trusted one . ⟩ ‧ ‧ ‧

— a suggested skeleton for: henrik's right-hand man
— prerequisites: (see "servitude" in connections room)
— other prerequisite/requirements:
• roots from edrathin but identifies as a citizen of aersahir
• preferably skilled in magick (pretends to not be)

↪ you are not of pure aerian blood, perhaps not even close. your family has given you a task to survive, and that you did until you found your way nearer towards the throne of aersahir. you bide your time for revolution, planning to dismantle the royal family inside-out. but now that your purpose has been entangled with personal grievances or feelings, will you be able to deliver the final blow?

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❝ in consiliis nostris fatum nostrum est. ❞

in our choices, lie our fate.

he was not the perfect son, nor did he ever strive to be. henrik has always been contented living under his brother's shadow. he understood the implications of his title, the bearings and burdens of royalty.

and yet, the power he so avoided was one that which continuously chases him.

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1470, 40th of umbrosar

born first of the orghana twins, henrik was already found to be more serene than the other, one who fell asleep so easily into the night, only ever crying when he's not fed on time or when there were no songs lulling him to sleep. as frigid as the temperatures in aersahir, the aerajah did not spare him and his brother a glance, merely seeing them as his successors. ultimately, only their eligibility to the throne would garner them the 'love' he could afford to give.

1478, day of the echoes

they were eight (8) when the first whispers of their aether began to weave through their veins. henrik recalled describing it as a searing sensation, but one that did not seem to hurt - only to numb. still, his magick did not manifest grandly, a mere whisper in contrast to that of his twin's. thus, in a corner of a room, henrik played around with small wisps and fleeting breezes while their father began to steer his attention towards his twin with a proud gaze.

1479-1488, academy years

though favored by most mentors due to him being the first royal son, it was still evident that his younger brother got most of the attention. as his brother's magick grew with bravado day by day, henrik's presence could only blend amongst the other nobles whose distinction solely relied on their wealth. still, it did not hinder him from excelling academically, his grades never falling subpar than what was expected of him.

1487, his first heartbreak

henrik knew of what was coming but did not expect to grieve deeply. the moment his sister turned 21, his dreams of growing old with her vanished as quickly as her smile did. there was no room for celebration, only quiet acceptance as he watched her be taken with her hands bound and her feet bare, a preparation to partake in the storm's lament. little did he know that the image of her retreating back shall be the last thing she'd ever leave him with.

1491, the skyrise trial

though still plagued by his sister's disappearance and the diminishing bond between he and his siblings, henrik's ascent atop mount harzal was bearable. still, he desired not to finish the trial, deeming his brother more fitting to lead aersahir - but he could hear passing whispers in the wind, phantom voices telling him that the trip back to the capital would be steep and more dangerous. before he had realized it, winged goliaths have already began surrounding him as he began to read an ode, and by the time he was done, lightning had struck him in an instant. his survival only meant one thing: he was the official crown prince.

1492 - 1500, recent years

after his coronation, henrik grew more distant from his family and friends, quietly sparing them from the turmoil brought by his title. in those years, he had fully integrated himself into the role of the crown prince, posing as the extension of the monarchy's "goodwill" towards the people. he became the emissary of peace for his ideals, had traveled across borders to learn of the cultural standards of other nations. he had given no room to failure, no space for any ill speculation, fearing the man he shall be once he, himself, shall be unraveled.

[1] the crown prince, throughout the years, has eluded a multitude of matchings - offers of betrothal or mere meetings. this was the only thing he has been given liberty to choose for himself.

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