A DEFECTOR'S DEFIANCE

ONE
The blue-haired woman at the end of the tavern? These days, she’s a notorious member of the mutiny: the only thing rivalling her peerless swordsmanship being that piercing chill in her stare – that resplendent beauty. Her confident stride, her sly smile ... to call her distinct would be an understatement. She commands respect among her fellow defectors of the kingdom, and the fear of those besides. That imposing blade by her side cuts down anyone who even attempts to glorify the monarchy’s dominance – and its bearer possesses no shame in doing what must be done to see her desires come to fruition: be they personal, or indeed mutinous. But the life of Johanna Eldemyr? It was once simple. Peaceful. Mundane, even.Hailing from the kingdom of Yvesbrec since birth, Johanna grew up in a small farming town that resided next to the royal palace. The eldest of two daughters, her mother stayed at home to tend to the children during their formative years – with her father being a well established politician who advocated civilian freedoms and ownership of one’s assets. Johanna spent her youth helping to tend to local livestock in her village, toiling away beneath looming shadow of the royal palace. She admired the monarchy ... she was proud to call herself an Yvesbrecian citizen – often watching the esteemed Sentinels of the royal guard carrying out their patrols with a restless sigh escaping her lips ... perhaps she bore a certain level of envy toward them. One day, maybe she could aspire to become something similar: to fight in the kingdom’s stead. Lofty ambitions for a tomboyish teenager... At the time, Yvesbrec was a place of tranquillity. Despite it’s dominance as a military powerhouse and as a vast kingdom with a wide array of territories beneath its banner, the former King was indeed a benevolent ruler. But alas, his health was on a steady decline due to his extended age ... the day came when Johanna was but the age of sixteen. The King of Yvesbrec passed away peacefully one night, leaving behind an only child to lay claim to the throne – and after a week-long period of national mourning, the sharp-featured and stern woman who would ultimately serve as the nation’s new monarch would soon become a household name in Yvesbrec ... Queen Beatrix von Rolith.Within a week, the new Queen would make her debut by giving rousing speeches to her subjects – speaking of a kingdom gone soft and a nation in need of swift reformation. The shift in tone was an exciting change of pace for some of Yvesbrec’s people – yet for others, it instilled an ominous sense of doubt. Behind the scenes, the Queen had been discussing the state of the kingdom with key figures of the royal family and political figures alike: Johanna’s father was one such man to be graced by her presence – and he certainly had his reservations about her insatiable appetite for expansion and iron-fisted rule. As for Johanna? She saw this shake-up as her chance to go places – to pursue something other than the tedium of being a paltry farm hand ... to train to become a sentinel. Surely now, with these sweeping changes in the kingdom of Yvesbrec, it was the best time to put herself forward. Her father, however, was far from enthused ... he had been vocal within about his distaste for the new Queen. As a politician, he frequented the royal palace and knew the Queen was a more ruthless sort than the King of old. Ambitious, yes – but a volatile woman who didn’t tolerate objection kindly. Johanna’s father didn’t want his daughter to become a sentinel beneath that kind of rulership. Yet despite his protests, she was simply too stubborn to back down. She was going to train to become a sentinel, whether her father approved or not. For the next four years of her life, Johanna would do just that. Enlisting as a trainee of the royal guard, she learned the art of the blade. She learned the art of the arcane. With a keen interest in studying the ways of the sentinel, she became proficient with both swordsmanship and icy spellcasting alike. Within six months, she was regularly scoring at the top of her class. The feisty blue-haired girl was on track for greatness: to become a devoted dog of the military. That was until it happened. An event that would shake the landscape of this once prosperous kingdom forever ...

A DEFECTOR'S DEFIANCE

TWO
Johanna had been sparring with a fellow student at the time. Before she had the chance to defeat her partner with the icy chill of her magic, a signal sounded: everyone within the royal palace was ordered to lay down their arms and attend an important gathering in the market square. ‘Oh, wonderful ... another one of the Queen’s speeches’, Johanna grumbled to herself. But upon seeing the crowds of Yvesbrec’s citizens whispering at the sight of a guillotine being prepared? She felt a lump in her throat ... no, this was different. An execution? The old King would never have done something like this ... was the Queen truly about to kill someone in front of her subjects? Morbid curiosity had gotten the better of Johanna. She watched intently as a pair of executioners emerged in the centre of the market square, carrying a hooded man by each of the arms – mercilessly strapping him to the guillotine. For a second, Johanna could have sworn she recognized this apparent criminal ... no, surely not. She continued to watch with bated breath as the chilling presence of Queen Beatrix emerged. A deafening silence fell upon the crowd, replaced only by the echoing of lavish heels clacking against cobblestone.“ Here lies a traitor to the nobility of Yvesbrec. Let it be known that there is no opposition in this kingdom: my will is absolute. ” The Queen’s voice echoed with clear and blatant venom, her foot digging into the man’s back just to reaffirm her statement to the wide-eyed audience. Johanna’s brow furrowed as she leaned across the balcony overlooking the scene below ... even the audible growls of the unfortunate soul strapped to the guillotine sounded eerily familiar. Before she could even attempt to narrow down the list of likely candidates, there was a menacing laugh. General Khar had stepped onto the stage – the right-hand of Queen Beatrix within the ranks of the sentinels. Johanna knew he was not one to trifle with – given she may very well serve beneath him as a sentinel herself one day. But as the general brandished his dagger against the rope that kept the guillotine blade suspended above this hooded ‘traitor’, the people looking onward became more rowdy. Some were shouting, others were cheering. A cacophony of vocalisations that were abruptly silenced by the sound of a heavy blade slicing through flesh and bone ... this traitor had been handled. Johanna’s eyes narrowed as the general held the head of the executed beneath his grasp – slowly unravelling the hood that still remained draped over it ... before holding it by the hair, towards the crowd. “ Let this be a lesson to anyone bearing the seeds of doubt in their hearts. This kingdom has no place for insubordinate whelps. ” Queen Beatrix sneered. Shocked and horrified gasps confronted jovial cheers of praise. There was confusion among the crowds ... but Johanna? She simply ... froze. Her eyes hadn’t left the head of the deceased being dangled for all to see ... she recognized that visage. It was her father.Dropping to her knees, Johanna felt inconsolable: as if a knife had been driven through her gut. The reality of what had just transpired slowly settled in ... she had just witnessed her father being beheaded by order of the Queen herself. In that moment, the world had faded away from Johanna’s perception ... but all around her? The uproar had become intense. Whilst many cheered for the demise of this filthy political traitor, others became enraged at this cold-blooded murder being flaunted by the Queen’s regime. There had been doubt in the minds of Yvesbrec’s people since the Queen inherited the throne – but now, this was the last straw. The pent-up emotions of a tense populace had just been unleashed. People started fighting. Verbal arguments turned into brutal fights, right there in the market square. The sentinels had begun cutting down those who lamented what they had just witnessed ... and just as Johanna came to her senses? She heard her sparring partner scoff in approval for her father’s execution with a simple ‘good riddance’. Balling her fists, Johanna stood upright, turned to face them – and simply started punching. Punching again, and again - until she could barely raise her hands. With tears in her eyes, she ran through the crowds of protestors as bodies fell and blood spilled, trying to escape to some place quiet where she might stand a chance of gathering her thoughts. All around her, the people of Yvesbrec were killing one another like rabid animals ... her once peaceful life had been overwhelmed with wanton murder. It made her feel sick to the core ... hence she elected to flee back home, away from the fighting. Though the rift would permeate even throughout her family’s abode ...Within the coming days, the kingdom of Yvesbrec would become divided in two. Some cherished the new, iron-fisted direction of the monarchy – others detested it as a sick, animalistic dictatorship. Friends turned upon one another as ideals conflicted. Piped throughout speakers across the kingdom’s territories, the Queen’s message in response to the civil unrest was clear: Beatrix’s rule was absolute. Insubordination would be met with execution. Even within the Eldemyr family, this message was met with clashing interpretations. Johanna’s mother believed it to be in the best interests of her family to comply with the new establishment. One uncle accused them of sympathising with the regime who killed Johanna’s father. Various cousins were at one another’s throats for being defectors in one another’s eyes. And as for Johanna? The contempt had settled in. Out of all the people arguing in her family, she was the one who seen her father’s demise first-hand. The sick satisfaction upon the Queen’s face as she held his head to the crowds. She had wanted to be a sentinel, once ... but to serve a woman – a bitch – like Queen Beatrix? Johanna couldn’t stomach that. On that day, she turned her back upon most of her family and made it known to them all: if they were going to pledge their allegiance to a despot? Johanna was going to defy that despot. No longer welcome in the house she grew up in, the blue-haired woman stormed off, paying no heed to the veiled threats of her demise should she dare to return ... in the eyes of the Eldemyr family? She was now one of them: a defector to the monarchy.

A DEFECTOR'S DEFIANCE

THREE
It was only a matter of time that the inevitable conflict among the kingdom’s populace would intensify by an order of magnitude. Three years later and the kingdom of Yvesbrec had descended into an all-out civil war. Once populated streets were frequently set ablaze and littered with corpses. The deceptive propaganda of Queen Beatrix became the only soundtrack beyond the sound of blades cleaving flesh. Standing in vehement opposition to one another’s beliefs, there were those who bent a knee to the Queen’s uncompromising will and who would do anything to defend her interests – the pro-monarchy. Conversely, there were those who sought to defy this violent, inflexible despot and who fought to rip Yvesbrec back from her clutches – the mutiny.Having cut ties with most of her family, Johanna had thrown herself into the beliefs of the mutiny. Firmly removed from the ‘good books’, she was an exile: a defector in the eyes of the monarchy. Yes, the mutiny’s numbers were much smaller than the vast armies of the monarchy, but at least they fought for what they believed in – not upon the say-so of a despot. Over the coming years, the mutiny would wage war against the forces of the monarchy. Now the age of nineteen, Johanna found it amusingly ironic. The swordsmanship she had practised, the magic she had studied ... it had all been taught to her by the establishment she now sought to unravel. Given her expertise, the mutiny was glad to have her on board. Some of them had known her father quite well – they supported him speaking out against the Queen’s rule. Only right that his daughter continue to do so in the only language understood by the despot Queen: the language of bloodshed. Make no mistake: she still loved her kingdom ... but she hated what it had become. What Queen Beatrix had done to it with a single descent of the guillotine. She told herself it was better to be branded a defector of her homeland than to live as a contented slave of the woman who had killed her father. Her younger sister still lived among the ranks of the monarchy, alongside her mother ... but beyond immediate family, she had no idea what fate befell the Eldemyr name. Most of them had killed one another in skirmishes ... and with the lack of contact, she may very well have been the last of her lineage for all she knew.But that didn’t matter. She had abandoned them just as they abandoned her. There was a war to fight – unity among the people of Yvesbrec could only come through liberation from the despot Queen’s iron grip. So with blade in hand, Johanna fought for the ideals of her new family: the mutiny. Day-in, day-out, her blade carved through scores of sentinels - her icy magic shattered both wills and bodies alike. Often times, she’d find herself forced to take the lives of familiar faces on the monarchy side – of other students of the royal guard she had once trained alongside. It ... wasn’t easy. She hated what her homeland had become – where brothers in arms were now subjected into turning upon each other, eschewing bonds forged through the fires of time. Between the steady string of bloody battles, Johanna would dedicate a portion of her time to mentoring and training other members of the mutiny in the combat style and magical proficiency associated with the monarchy’s sentinels. She was far from an expert herself – she didn’t even get to become a fully fledged sentinel before her father’s execution – but what she had learned could certainly help to fortify the mutiny’s somewhat flexible band of rebellious ‘defectors’ in their fight against a highly-organized and oppressive adversary. It wasn’t exactly what she had in mind when her own training began many years ago ... but with the recent developments of her now crumbling homeland, it felt as just a cause as any for Johanna. But no one’s luck on the battlefield lasts forever ...In the heat of a skirmish between mutiny forces and a squad of the Queen’s sentinels, Johanna had zero doubts about being home on time to celebrate another victory. She had proven herself as a seasoned force to be reckoned with within the mutiny’s ranks. This was just another rabble sent by the Queen to meet their maker. Though perhaps her overconfidence would get the better of her – for without warning, she had found herself thrown off of her feet by a powerful blast of magic wrought by the squad’s captain. Her body flung against a column of ruined brickwork with an agonizing thud. As her consciousness slipped away from the firm impact, all she could hear were the sounds of her comrades being slaughtered ... was this how it ends, she thought? Oh, if only. For when Johanna finally awoke from her slumber? She unfortunately recognized her surroundings from the orientation of her former training. Now chained within a cold, damp jail cell of the monarchy - stripped of her clothing, her weapons, and her hope – Johanna’s weakened gaze would ascend to a painfully familiar visage. A man gleefully mocking her from the outside of her cell ... General Khar: the same devotee of Queen Beatrix who had dropped the guillotine upon her father’s head three years ago. He told that her father’s fate was far too clean cut. No, for Johanna? The general wanted this defector to suffer in her father’s stead: to shatter her mind, to break her body and to extinguish her spirit – slowly and painfully. And for the next six months of her life, that is exactly what Johanna would have to endure. Daily torturing and brutal beat-downs from multiple prison guards became the norm. Slowly but surely, her will to fight was beginning to wane ... months had passed without any apparent rescue attempt made by the mutiny. Curling up upon the floor of her filthy cell, battered and bruised, Johanna began to question it all. Had she really made the right choice? What had she to show for eschewing the Queen’s authoritarian rule? Her own family? Nothing. Having seemingly abandoned all hope, she had all-but accepted her fate: to die as another nameless casualty of a war that had already taken everything from her.But the mutiny did come ... eventually. That was how they worked, after all: the individual mattered just as much as the whole. Just as Yvesbrec had once prospered through the unity of its people, so too would the mutiny never forget about their brothers in arms. In a daring bombing run which seen the prison complex levelled to the ground, the mutiny extracted scores of prisoners the monarchy had claimed – Johanna was just one of many. Seeing their reckless heroics against the might of the monarchy after months of humiliating torture ... it rekindled something in Johanna. That desire to fight for the liberation of her homeland from that tyrannical bitch. It took her at least another week to fully recover from her ordeal of imprisonment, at least physically. Some scars continue to linger to this day, beneath the flesh. But Johanna was nothing if not stubborn ... much as she had been during her youth, she wasn’t a woman who took kindly to being told what to do. Despite the protests of her peers, she refused to rest for too long – itching to get back into the fold as a priority. "Give me my sword", she simply stated until the mutiny relented... and the telltale chill of her icy disposition once again took to the streets of Yvesbrec: hellbent on the desire for regicide – to see her kingdom returned to tranquillity by taking the despot Queen’s head. She found it amusing: that would make for quite the fitting end to the turbulence that Yvesbrec had suffered for long enough. This wasn’t about revenge or anything so trivial ... this was about doing what was right.There was a war to win.

WHO IS SHE?

“ Idiot ... never settle for what they want you to be.
Regimes have no sway in how one should live their life.
You can love me, or hate me: but I steer my own ship.”

  • Name: Johanna Sieglinde Eldemyr.

  • Titles: The Frozen Exile.

  • Gender: Feminine Intersex.

  • Pronouns: She/They.

  • Age: Thirties.

  • Occupation: A sword of the mutiny that opposes the despot Queen Beatrix of Yvesbrec.

  • Birthplace: The Kingdom of Yvesbrec.

  • Sexuality: Bisexual.

  • Height: 6'4" with her boots, 6'1" without.

  • Weight: A tightly-guarded secret.

  • Build: Tall and buxom, yet packing muscle where it counts. Somewhat bottom-heavy.

  • Hair: Short-length, sky-blue locks. Her bangs are parted by a black headband.

  • Eyes: Amber.

  • Attire: A short white jacket with a partially-transparent cape slung over her right shoulder, complimented by a blue tie. A form-fitting, black leotard lurks beneath all - which clings to her curves. She sports intricate gloves of a black and blue hue, and a pair of navy-blue, thigh-high boots.

  • Habits: Cocking her hips, tilting her head when inquisitive, crossing her legs, cracking her knuckles when idle.

  • Psyche: She's brutally honest, snarky, foul-mouthed, yet a dependable soul - ever driven by an insatiable curiosity of new frontiers. She maintains a self-assured front, despising being told by others how to live her life. A real charmer, and somewhat flirtatious - particularly when she's in a tavern. She prefers to handle sticky situations of her own accord, rather than being told how to approach them. A firm believer in striking while the iron is hot, and dealing with problems only when they present an immediate challenge. Keeps the few close allies she has to her heart.

Out of Character

  • Enjoys: Scouting recruits for the mutiny, rampant binges of alcohol, handling side quests to further test herself, taking the road less travelled, frequent exercise.

  • Hates: Narrow-mindedness, onions, humid weather, authoritarians.

  • Fears: She suffers acute claustrophoba.

  • Family: A lone sister she frequently visits, who still lives within the monarchy's walls with her mother.

  • Food: She enjoys a primarily meat-based diet: poultry, lamb and fish to name a few. Hates the majority of vegetables, save for when blended into a soup.

  • Drink: She frequents many taverns on her travels. As such, her taste is diverse - though her all-time favorite elixir is the Sidecar.

  • Armament | Nördlicher: A greatsword forged for use by the sentinels of Yvesbrec, specifically tailored for their unique blend of magic-infused swordsmanship. This blade has cleaved through scores of men and beasts alike under the decade-long tenure it has endured beneath Johanna's fingertips, and is capable of increasing its integrity under extremely low temperatures.

  • Ability | Ice Magic: As part of her training, Johanna is gifted with magic - bearing a particular affinity towards the element of ice. She generally infuses her sword with this magic to reduce the temperature of her blade to sub-zero levels, adding an agonizing frostbite to any strike she manages to land. Beyond that, her spells range from the creation of small, targeted, but fierce blizzards - the ability to freeze most inanimate objects solid, and an overall resistance to harsh, winter terrain.

MENTALITY

Johanna Eldemyr is a force of nature — fierce, unapologetically bold, and a woman who refuses to bow to anyone’s expectations. As a defector from the Kingdom of Yvesbrec, she has thrown herself headlong into the mutiny, determined to wrest control from the despotic Queen Beatrix who turned her once-proud homeland into a place of fear and repression. Fuelled by the desire to see her homeland renewed to its former prosperity, Johanna saddled up with the mutiny not out of blind loyalty to their cause: but because she refuses to stand by while a tyrant uses the kingdom she loves as her personal playground of abusive power.Yes, she's brutally honest and blunt about her desires or opinions - but sometimes, wielding her tongue as sharply as her blade is the best approach to get her point across. Never being one to mince words, her snarky sense of humor and foul-mouthed phrasing culminates in a presence that commands equal parts respect and fear. But she's nothing if not an enigma, Johanna ... beneath the sarcasm and sharp retorts lies a dependable soul, someone who might insult you one moment but fight to the death to protect you the next. Her loyalty isn’t given easily, but once earned, it is unshakable. Her inner circle is small, and she keeps them close, guarding those bonds fiercely.Johanna is driven by an insatiable curiosity about the world beyond Yvesbrec’s borders. She craves new frontiers, new challenges, and new experiences, always seeking something greater than what she’s known. This thirst for discovery fuels her rebellious spirit and her disdain for authority. She loathes being told how to live her life or how to handle situations, preferring to carve her own path, even if it’s the harder one. If there’s a problem, she’ll deal with it head-on when it becomes unavoidable, never one to waste time on hypotheticals or cautious planning.Her self-assured demeanor makes her a natural leader in chaotic situations, yet her stubbornness can lead her to clash with those who attempt to impose their strategies or control her actions. Johanna believes in striking while the iron is hot, trusting her instincts and quick thinking to see her through even the stickiest of situations.Despite her rough exterior, she has a natural charm that shines through, especially in the lively atmosphere of a tavern. Here, her flirtatious side emerges, where her sharp wit and confidence draw others in, whether for a night of steamy release - or just a good story over a drink. However, beneath the playful banter and confident smirk lies someone who has seen too much and lost too many.

Out of Character

OUT OF CHARACTER

Out of Character

  • Johanna is an original character intended for multiverse play.

  • This is primarily a plot-focused muse, but lewd scenarios are equally as enjoyed.

  • Johanna is intersex (read: has a penis). She can be female if you request her to be as such.

  • The mun is 21+, with 10+ years of RP experience. I'm always looking for new engagements, so don't be shy.

  • Any OOC text will be denoted by 'Raxa.✰'

  • This account will contain dark and often 18+ themes. Minors need not apply.

  • The mun works full-time, replies will be done when time and energy permit. Feel free to bump, but don't be pushy.

  • Character development, plots and chemistry are my forte. As stated before, lewd is fine - but anything overtly spicy will be moved to DMs.

  • All images used, other than edits, are the works of their respective artists and I make no claim of ownership over such works.