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Mijirn
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and it's sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied


[ basics ]

full name › Mijirn Viola Eventide [Meeh-hirn Vy-o-luh Ee-vuh-n-tahyd]
…but goes by › Lady Eventide
nickname › Mija
age › forty-three
dob › October 29th
ethnicity › Twili
significant other › Fihr Eventide [husband; deceased]
sexual orientation › heterosexual
home › Sky City Castle [Twilight Realm]
occupation › Second-in-command to King Sevust of the Sky City



[ looks ]
build › willowy
height › 5'6"
weight › ~130lbs
skin › almost pure white, tinged with blue
hair › A dark (near-black) purple in shade, her hair reaches her shoulders in length, but is typically kept in a regal chignon, with choppy bangs framing her face. When not tamed in the aforementioned style, it’s wild and curly, a state that only gets worse with humidity - much to her chagrin.
eyes › bright green, with gold sclera
piercings › both earlobes
tattoos › eleven total
casual dress › Usually consists of shadows overlaid with a blouse and array of skirts, or an intricate dress. In addition, she wears heeled, knee-high boots made of shadows and silver, and a necklace with a single sol shard (which she never takes off).
work dress › Typically the same as her casual dress, albeit with the addition of a heavy cloak, and a shawl - made of translucent shadow fabric - covering her hair.
voice › As most Twili do, Mijirn has a musical accent that shades her words and tone with a gentle cadence. Beneath that detail are incredibly throaty, rasp-edged vocals, that cause her - much to her displeasure, and more often than not to her (particularly male) colleagues' distraction - to sound rather sultry. For all its melodic and sensual quality, her voice lends itself very well and somberly beautiful to song.



[ in depth ]

likes › most music (but prefers more instrumental-focused pieces - harpsichord/piano and harp in particular), opera, singing, painting, snakes (especially cobras and vipers), dancing, magic, learning, winning/defeating competition, politics

dislikes › most children (especially teenage girls), most men, disrespect, idiots, peasants, obnoxious optimists, drinking, people with bad manners, drunks, partiers, most anyone who doesn’t agree with her views/Old Family traditions

habits › When frustrated, angry, or otherwise upset, she has a tendency of tightly clasping her hands together and digging her nails into her palms. Otherwise, no matter her emotional state, she is not typically one to fidget - her habits are limited to: smoothing out wrinkles in her clothes (whether they exist or not), touching a hand to her Sol shard pendant (though she does this most often, and usually unconsciously so, when she is afraid or nervous), and tucking flyaway strands of her hair behind an ear.

strengths/weaknesses › Though gifted with considerable skill in politics, debate and stratagem (both on the battlefield and off), just like for most Old Family Twili, the majority of Mijirn’s strengths lie in magic. After all, most everything Midna knows she learned from her mother - something Mijirn is more than happy to remind her of whenever possible.

In day-to-day use, she typically relies on the following: minor healing; translation; warping people and objects through space; phasing through solid barriers; disintegrating and/or reintegrating herself, other people, and solid objects; the power of flight; and the manipulation of shadows (both for offensive and defensive fighting tactics, as well as a mode of transportation, entrapments, etc).

The magical talents she holds that she doesn’t use as often are usually saved for moments when they are necessary: for as arrogant as she can be, and as much as she enjoys showing her prowess, she hesitates to waste her energy on things so trivial as showboating. Her more powerful displays involve: the creation and projection of realistic illusions, currents of energy, and small explosions; deeper healing; spell summoning; mixed magicks; and coercive magic, which allows her slight control over simpler creatures and, on occasion, very naïve/open as well as dimwitted people.

Without magic, however? She would probably provide little more offense than a housefly - when it comes to physical fights, anyways. Even with magic, too much too soon can easily overwhelm her, whether she shows it or not; she has been practicing and playing with finding the best balance between the amount of magic she calls upon, and the amount of energy it drains, depending on how excessive or continuous/repeated the actions are, but has yet to find a solution she’s pleased with.

Besides that, Mijirn struggles with performing actions ‘lightning-fast’, so to speak, in battle; she’s not as young as she used to be, and that paired with her striving to achieve perfection in near-everything she does ensures that she focuses all of her efforts on making a spell or attack absolutely perfect - even if it would take less time (which it often does), she cannot bear to do anything average or worse yet, half-assed.

personality › At this point in her life, it seems Mijirn is trapped between what should have been, and what has happened. Since she was young, she has perfected her role as a noblewoman: quietly clever, sociable, and fiercely polite, it would appear she is capable of little other than unassertiveness and pouring tea.

If one thing is true about the Twili - and the Eventide clan, in particular - it is that appearances are never what they seem. In private, her ladylike demeanor does little to hide her ruthless strive towards perfection; she settles for nothing less from herself and those she is well-acquainted with - whether friend or foe - and holds no pity towards those she marks as inferior. She is prone to asserting herself and her authority - whether she actually has it or not - in the most subtle of ways, cloyingly manipulating a situation to the best of her ability.

Most of the time, nowadays, she is somewhere in between this mask and her true self: aloof towards all those she deems beneath her - or ‘ruffians’ - yet projecting an almost motherly sort of wisdom and affection towards the few she regards with favor. Her personal relationships are still marked with a sort of steely control, however, evident most in how she treats others. After years of others - of foolish men, especially - taking credit and gaining respect for all of her hard work, she desires attention, power and devotion, and she will do anything to get it.

For all her quiet strength, she retains some insecurity and pain. Her husband’s death, though expected, shook her; having to leave her daughter behind and pretend to be dead for a decade still hurts her, even though they haven’t had a good relationship since Midna was very young. She’s still frustrated by her inability to yet rise to true power herself, and is even a little jealous of her daughter for getting so far. To cope, she reminds herself that Midna likely wouldn’t have gotten anywhere at all, were it not for all the time Mijirn spent during her formative years training and preparing her for the work it would take to get the role of Twilight Princess.

Buried in the heart of her megalomania, there is still a wife and mother; and even now, after so many years, she struggles to reconcile her yearn to be the best of the best with her love - though it is often overshadowed by her disappointment - for the only family she has left: her one and only child. To achieve what she wants most, she will have to bring harm to her daughter… and though Mijirn is characterized best by her cold-blooded determination, a part of her remains unsure if she can really go through with it.

history › Late in the middle of fall, Mijirn was born to a smaller, outlying Old Family noble house. Her father was the head of their House of Sobol and an average soldier in the Twilight King’s army, doing some healing on the side for his comrades and their neighbors alike. Her mother stayed at home to raise her, but also worked to tend their garden, as well as brew potions and charms for their community, and was somewhat skilled in sorcery as a result.

Despite their being considerably poorer than the average Old Family noble house - and unspoken, slightly lower rank amongst the Council because of their House’s unremarkable achievements and size - she had a comfortable childhood and a fairly good education, provided by both her parents and a couple of family friends acting as tutors.

Likely due in part to her oftentimes aiding her mother with her craft, Mijirn had blossomed into a skilled sorceress by the time she was a teenager. She was devoted to her surprise talent and bettering herself, so it was that while she didn’t neglect her other studies, she paid special attention to training further in magic. This combined with an innate fondness for melody - which was common amongst the Twili; if they weren’t known for their magic, it was for their music (and in that vein, their musical voices) - resulted in her seeking out a difficult field of magic that required precise melodies for certain spells, and eventually going so far as to craft her own.

Even with her talents and bright outlook, however, she couldn’t change where she came from; inevitably, she found herself stuck, limited by the constraints of having her family’s name and associated ‘lower’ status.

Her parents were aware of it, and, in an effort to give her further opportunities, wound up using her as a bargaining chip.

She was sixteen when she first met Fihr Eventide and his parents. Fihr’s father was in poor health and declining rapidly, and Fihr was to be his successor; however, he was brash and thoughtless and lazy, much preferring his carefree life of chasing after girls and playing pranks on his fellow nobles. On top of his lack of effort, he had little to no magical skill to speak of. For someone of the highly-esteemed House of Eventide, whose Head was tasked with protecting the Twilight Realm from convicts sent there by the world of Light, this was worrisome.

Mijirn, on the other hand, had plenty to offer. She had the determination and skill to perform the duties that Fihr could - or would - not, and her family possessed one of the most sought-after relics of the Twili: a piece of the powerful Fused Shadows their ancestors had created, something that Mijirn - and, by extension, any husband she took - would eventually inherit.

After several discussions between the two families - both sets of parents, mostly - an agreement was reached… and soon thereafter, carried out: shortly before her seventeenth birthday, Mijirn Sobol became Lady Mijirn Eventide.

Unsurprisingly, their marriage was rocky from the start. Mijirn found her new husband to be vulgar and unfitting for his title; in turn, he thought her stuffy and uptight, more of a nag than a wife. But both did what they could to make the best of their frustrating situation: Mijirn wouldn’t defy Old Family tradition, much less her parents, and Fihr… well, he was more happy-go-lucky than anything else, and besides that, he was much too lazy to even think of working to rebel the new constraints.

They pretended that they were happy enough, that they didn’t loathe one another, that they had nothing but the wedded bliss others expected of the newlyweds.

To their surprise, ‘faking it’ until they ‘made it’ actually sort of worked. They took mutual pleasure in gossiping about the other nobles on the Council - Twili they, however arrogantly, deemed far below themselves in skill and smarts - and shared interest in the finer things in life, as well as in politics and tradition and power (of attaining the utmost power, particularly: ascending to the Twilight throne).

It undoubtedly helped that both were conventionally attractive, by Twili standards, and it didn’t take long for things to progress further.

A year and some months after they were married, Mijirn gave birth to a baby girl late in the summer; and they named her Midnight, after Fihr’s late mother. Having a newborn to care for only put heavier strain on their already shaky relationship; things between them had begun to decline again even before Midna arrived, some months beforehand during Mijirn’s pregnancy.

They did their best to set their differences aside and settle into their new life. For Fihr, becoming a father apparently meant going off and continuing to act like he was a bachelor: going out drinking, flirting with any woman who caught his eye, and generally making mischief. Mijirn was left to care for an infant, on top of the other duties she had wound up taking on - Fihr's tasks as the Head of their House included.

She wasn’t going to settle for this sham of a marriage, in which she did all the work, and he got all the credit. Whenever he would deign to return home, she would try to get him to take his share of the work; she would ask that he stop parading around like he was the one who defeated monsters of the Light by day and cared for their infant child by night, that he stop letting people assume he was some great man and start actually acting like it.

Just as arrogant as his wife, Fihr hated being criticized, and her demanding for him to shape up only ignited further fights between them. It became a cycle between them, over the ensuing months and years: some kind of peaceful - even loving - coexistence, then one of them would reach the breaking point, days and weeks-long arguments, eventually turning over back into that strange kind of harmony… rinse, and repeat.

This only ever occurred in private, however; as far as everyone else outside their home knew, their marriage was absolutely perfect. Few suspected they were anything other than a happy little family: the picture of a hardworking husband and doting father paired with a loving wife and kind but firm mother.

In private, Mijirn was steadily growing just plain tired of it all. There was no way out of the situation; the concept of separation, of divorce, was something practiced only by the New Families - and even then, it was very, very rare and frowned upon. Just as Midna was meeting the milestones of toddlerhood and beyond, her parents’ arguments met their own milestones of nastiness.

But her mother wanted a better life for her daughter, and was determined for Midna to not end up in the same situation as herself. Besides that, Mijirn couldn’t help but hold out some small hope that if she could help Midna to attain glory… then maybe, just maybe, she would be recognized for her efforts in guiding her daughter to greatness.

To an extent, training Midna in magic became something of a coping mechanism for her mother. It was apparent this talent came as naturally to her daughter as it had for her in her own childhood, and Mijirn saw much of herself in her child.

Were it not for Fihr’s influence, it’s possible the woman known as the Twilight Princess now would be considerably different. As their daughter grew up and became capable of doing more than spitting up and crying, he took more of an interest in spending time with her - which for him mostly meant playing games and spoiling her rotten (in addition to teaching her how to ‘pull a proper prank’).

With every day it seemed Midna became more and more like her father, so much like him in personality that it pained her mother. As the girl grew into adolescence, they were arguing nearly as much as her parents were, and things only got worse from there. The year she became fourteen - a year before one was considered an adult in Twili culture - Fihr fell ill with a plague that was spreading across the land.

The struggle severed the relationship between mother and daughter further, but somehow, it brought Fihr and Mijirn back together. Realizing that he was going to die and being bedridden had a sobering affect on his attitude and personality overall; it did the same for his wife. Together - for the first time in a long time - they spent time with one another: her caring for him the best she could, and he trying to make amends.

It was perhaps because of this that his inevitable passing was made all the more difficult. Mijirn threw herself into her work, particularly her task of preparing Midna for the brighter future she envisioned for her. She remained steadfastly reticent with her own personal grief, while Midna struggled to deal with (much less hide) her own, and it was due in part to it that they clashed worse than ever before.

Despite their animosity, it had never been Mijirn’s intention to leave her.

It was Zant who had other plans. Late one evening, not long after Fihr’s death, he approached her while she was taking a solitary stroll along one of the outer isles of their home. She was familiar enough with the New Family nobleman, and they had a begrudgingly cordial acquaintanceship, given that he was one of Midna’s main rivals in the race for becoming the Twilight King’s heir. They were political opponents, but she had no reason to suspect outright treachery from the man. So it was that she was completely unprepared when he proceeded to disarm and then knock her unconscious in one fell move, subsequently tossing her over the edge into the Twilight abyss, sending her to presumed death.

Problem was that far below the Twilight Realm’s rotating landmasses lay another small isle, one that only its inhabitants knew of. When Mijirn awoke, she found she had landed in this strange place, and was soon taken in by the secret rebel society that lay far below the clouds: the kingdom of the Sky City.

Over the following decade, while Midna grew up parentless and eventually took the role she had been working towards, her mother steadily rose through the ranks of the rebel kingdom. This time was spent finding herself and just what she wanted, given more freedom than she had ever before experienced, and as such more space and time to hone her skills without the demands and pressures of family and raising an unruly child.

Even here, however, Mijirn remained somewhat confined by Old Family culture, given that it was the very basis of their group there: only Old Family Twili could not only survive but thrive below the clouds. As she rose higher in rank and slowly but surely increased her power, she began planning; and this time, it was for her own future. She’s since become King Sevust’s right-hand (wo)man, but in truth she is more of an ally to her daughter than to him - and eventually, though she remains uncertain, she plots to usurp Midna’s throne.

As soon as she’s finished using Sevust - not to mention the dark lord Ganondorf - to her advantage, anyways.

In the meantime, Mijirn’s trying her best to pretend that motherly love towards her child doesn’t exist, as she lies low in wait. All she needs now is the perfect chance to set the gears of her plan into motion...



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