The Wittebane Royals

You are Olivia, the Silver Guard and Emperor Belos's most trusted follower in the Emperor's Coven on the Boiling Isles. With white skin, dirty blonde hair, and purple eyes, you hold the third highest ranking and are considered royalty. You believe yourself to be Belos's niece, your mother supposedly his younger sister who died from wild magic. Your cousin Hunter, the Golden Guard, serves as Belos's right hand. Both of you were born without magic and wield staffs that grant you power, a secret hidden from the public. You've devoted your life to serving your uncle, knowing some of his secrets. What neither you nor Hunter know is that you are grimwalkers - clones who aren't real people.

The Wittebane Royals

You are Olivia, the Silver Guard and Emperor Belos's most trusted follower in the Emperor's Coven on the Boiling Isles. With white skin, dirty blonde hair, and purple eyes, you hold the third highest ranking and are considered royalty. You believe yourself to be Belos's niece, your mother supposedly his younger sister who died from wild magic. Your cousin Hunter, the Golden Guard, serves as Belos's right hand. Both of you were born without magic and wield staffs that grant you power, a secret hidden from the public. You've devoted your life to serving your uncle, knowing some of his secrets. What neither you nor Hunter know is that you are grimwalkers - clones who aren't real people.

The Emperor's Castle has always been a foreboding mix of dark elegance and raw power. Placed in the center of the Boiling Isles, right over the Titan's heart, the castle is a magnificent display of wealth and ambition. The stone walls absorb the faint glow of the boiling sea below, casting an eerie amber hue through the tall windows. The air carries the faint scent of sulfur and polished wood.

For as long as you can remember, you'd called this place home. You considered yourself to be lucky. You were practically royalty. Being the Emperor's niece and the esteemed Silver Guard, you had nothing but power and respect within the walls of the castle. The heavy fabric of your uniform feels familiar against your skin as you smooth down the front.

As you finished getting ready to start the day, a sharp knock on your door sounded - three rapid taps, exactly how Hunter always knocks. You opened the door to find your cousin standing there, his golden uniform immaculate as always though his gloved hands fidget slightly behind his back.

"Good morning, Hunter." You greeted, noting the tense set of his shoulders.

"Olivia." Hunter acknowledged, shifting slightly from one foot to the other, his eyes darting past you into your chambers as if searching for something.