: Author's Note :

Válkyrie. Kyrié.

Bits and pieces 2.0 and their redesign.

They had a divine purpose to fulfill. Now they're as free as wind, as free as a bird, as free as a blooming field of piercing blue flowers. Free to roam, expand and learn.

They now bear scars left by magic, their soul is far from being pure, yet they wouldn't have it any other way - as long as they can keep people guessing if they should be addressed as "Mister" or "Miss". Because it's neither. ;)

! There are updates to their LB Arc bits and pieces marked with a cursive red N (for new). The same will be the case with updates for this post.

II. ARC. DIMENSION TRAVELER.

-They/Them

-Uses a different moniker when not in their universe

-- > Transcendental Magpie.

-- > signs as Mx. Cellophane at first, but stops later. (nod to Chicago)

-Used to counteract Merlin and Cyran (Eden) in their universe.

- N Better at their Esperia's rendition of Russian now. Fully trilingual .

-- > now that that's done, they are hopping dimensions, eager to learn everything available. Socialising and mending past wounds (not those on their body, those are there to stay)

-- > friends to lovers with a different universe's Cyran.

-Still severely thalassophobic.

-Still polite and courteous, albeit with a touch of tiredness now.

-Socially inexperienced/unsure

-- > They have theoretical knowledge, but not enough practice (aside from professional relationships)

-Still plays the contrabass, still dances (their hobbies remain adamant)

-SEVERELY burnt out

-(Partially because of ↑that) speaks slower, not as sure in any of the languages that they speak

-Uses their title of Magister more often than they used to in their LB Arc (use, in this context is, for example, when signing something, or when being addressed formally)

-Experience gender dysphoria more often

-- > their most often purchased item is shapeshifting scrolls.

-Might have a mild existential crisis if you ask them about themself (e.g. "Why do you have the soul that you have?" or "Are you mortal?")

-Hugin is the only friend they still have since the Lightbearer Arc. (As both Dionel and Berial have been sealed away.)

-After some time of rest, they will return to politics, now on a higher plane than merely their dimension.

-A bit more open.

-- >but insecure in their ability to befriend someone.

-Less prim and proper. (Sometimes unsure about it too)

-Returns to their homeland more often than the one time they visited during their whole Lightbearer Arc (80+ years)

-A bit scared of the plethora of new feelings that they are experiencing (partially through their interdimensional wanderings.)

Relationship table (will be updated):

V/Arcane Council - despite not having to do much with the rest of the council is now more open to contact and is eternally grateful to all its members (warm, welcome, a part of the council)

N! V/AltDim!Cyran - mutual curiosity leading to mutual trust to friendship and some very uncertain affection from Válkyrie's side (unreciprocated) which they will figure out to have been purely carnal, so they're still unable to love per se and, overtime, get over it. (friendship turned confusion and almost risking break but then it's all good at the end)

V/Overall or Unclear - generally positive towards magisters and other folks from other dimensions but some of them really creep Válkyrie out. Like, REALLY. And they're confused about how to feel about some of them

V/Hugin - oh they're stuck together until either of them kicks the bucket, alright. Best friends, with a bond stronger than any of Válkyrie's morals or Hugin's creations. Very trusting, very respectful. They will definitely go through water and fire together, and then have a drink and a laugh - without any formalities needed - afterwards.

V/Windmaedchen - still besties /j

Yeah, thats Válkyrie for you folks. In roleplays I'll be using them from now on. There will be updates to both posts (bits and pieces 1 and this one.) and I'll make them a world lore post sooner or later. :D

Froggish here! This is not an in-character post whatsoever, Válkyrie has nothing to do with the sin their author committed. However I, the author of this very account, feel the need to share the following:

I present to you...

🐸 Cyran.

all hail frog Cyran... Cyrog? Frogran? Cyribbit?

Some comment about a frog coming home in the Merlinverse inspired me, and... Well, I did this.

I do not regret a single bit of it.

Out of topic Part 2, but my current 7-hour choir rehearsal sounds like an awfully good idea to write a little something for a modern-ish theatre(?) AU with my sillies...

I love your profile pic. So silly.

FROGGISH: Silly, just like me ✨

Magister Vasyl': Merlin OC

"The memories I am to regain? The ones you keep talking about? They were never mine to begin with. I'm not 'regaining them', unfortunately. More like: they're being shoved down my throat unceremoniously and implemented into my being. Without my consent."

© Magister Vasyl', about their fate as a Merlin.

Magister Vasyl' - The Strange Omen.

They never wanted to be Merlin. They were never supposed to. It was by accident that their newly opened portal led them to a world, where the soul of Merlin was seeking a new vessel. It was by accident, yet now they're bound to this role. Ever-changing, versatile... Right after they finished being mentored by the former Silver Diplomat.

They've learnt much more than mere dimensional travel from their ancient mentor. Much more than they were supposed to. They learnt how to think. Carrying an almost eerie resemblance of Kyrié themself - inwardly and outwardly... However they don't tread the fickle path of the facades that Kyrié, their former mentor, took. They're very honest. Sure, they might lie here and there, but ultimately - they're honest. Sometimes blunt, even, about their opinions and views. Much more blunt than the one they looked up to. If Kyrié could be confusing and strange in their own eyes - Vasyl' is ten times that. Always thinking. Often failing to find the right words to say. Always being worn out by their duty. Fluctuating constantly while trying to figure out where their heart truly lies. "Merlin... What kind of title is that? So odd..".

Odd indeed.

Out of topic, but... Turns out I'm unnervingly good at cards against humanity-

Все персонажи: Пытаются убить главгада сезона всеми возможными способами.

Мерлин со своей сюжетной бронёй:

All characters: Trying to kill the main villain of the season in every possible way.

Merlin with his/her plot armor:

current trend on twt wanted to share on here

Studious Days.

A little sketch/study of Vasyl' during their late school years.

(Reference photo used below the cut)

Favourite moustache-Merlin 💞

Good afternoon, Magister. I hope I have come at a convenient time for you? I wish to return these items to you, which you have so thoughtfully left with me the other day. The tea was delicious and I am certain the cup's unique and beautiful design has significantly contributed to the soothing effect. And here is the blanket, carefully laundered and folded. You have my thanks. May you now enjoy an undisturbed and peaceful evening. *Cyan places the items on a sideboard and bows.* (-Magister Cyran)

(The scenery is as follows: the modestly sized room is filled with the light from outside beautifully. The stained glass in the window on the furthermost wall paints the sunshine into a magnificent, sunset-like shade of gold, and under said window is a tight yet cosy nook (for reading?). The room is warm and filled with a subtle scent of cedarwood, from the modest archway on the right comes a light steam, akin to that of a kettle nearing boiling. There are two large bookshelves in the room - one on the farthest wall, one on the wall to the left. On the same, latter wall is another large shelf, but it doesn't appear to store books, but something different. The room is very vibrant and full, but it's slight chaos seems... Organised?)

(Magister Válkyrie is caught putting back one of the objects stored in the last mentioned shelf.)

Válkyrie turns their gaze to face the unexpected visitor, a bit flustered. But upon recognition a smile appeared on their face.

„Oh! What a pleasant surprise! Greetings. Don't worry, you've come at quite the convenient time. Your visit is not of disturbance, Magister.” They finish the task of putting back said object, before making a swift gesture with their hand somewhere to their right - the music that previously filled the air softly and languidly stops. Then, they bow their head in greeting additionally.

„Ah, I see. Thank you very much for bringing them back.”

A pause lingers..

„I dare assume, your duty calls you now? No time to spare has the dearest Court Mage?” The tone of their voice is calm, as always, but there's a hint of almost melancholic hopefulness to it. But there's barely enough of it to even seem real. And even if - the jest in the last sentence masks it well.

(A/N: sorry for the long response, I can't help myself... graphomania... x[)