for alex
smitten by the bitten

‧ name ‧
ophelia aster hearn
most call her aster at her request; she doesn't like her first name at all

‧ role ‧
the oracle

‧ species ‧
upir

‧ gender ‧
female

‧ sexuality ‧
pansexual

‧ age ‧
young. so young (compared to other upir) that she'll lie and claim she's older.

‧ appearance ‧
aster has dark brown hair that curls a bit wildly. she keeps it rather short, just a little longer than the spot at her shoulders, so her curls brush her collarbones. her eyes are a dark green-brown, and her lips are plump—the two are perhaps her most defining features. a smattering freckles dot the skin of her cheeks and nose. her tan skin is lighter than the golden-brown one might expect thanks to her status as a vampyre, but she also perhaps is not as pasty as other upir are, giving her a bit of welcomed discretion.
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‧ likes & dislikes ‧
obviously, she likes her humble little gang of upir very much. they're the closest thing that she has to a family. and although she is so young that a tiny portion of her true family is still alive out there, she pretends that those people are dead. it has helped drive off the ache of knowing that those little ones she knew are slowly dying.
blood is rather delicious, though how could it not be?
aster loves to read, and often pores over any bit of literature she can find to pass her nights. she's been trying her hand at art, too. she isn't all that great yet, but considering that she has an eternity to practice, she's sure she could become a picasso before reaching her second century. at the moment, she's trying to perfect her sketching. she leaves pencil art everywhere.
she's glad to have a seat on the table, even if it only exists because of her abilities. it gives her power, which makes her feel more secure with herself and her life. makes her feel safe, despite the fact that her people, though they should be the hunters, too-often become the hunted. it's those infernal lycans.
speaking of the lycans—they annoy her immensely, if only because they hate upir so much.
she dislikes her name. ophelia. it's a horrid name, because of who it brings to mind: shakespeare's ophelia, who goes mad of unrequited love and drowns herself. aster hates the comparison because of how often she, too, feels unstable in her own mind.
her visions plague her. it's why she's so often distracted. she's a chatterbox, but as she talks, it's plain to notice that part of her is always distracted by her premonitions. they're constant. she fears she may grow to hate them, yet they're the reason she's valuable at all.
since she turned fully, she's never gotten a single night of good sleep. she misses dreaming—though her unrelenting sometimes visions make it seem as if she is living a strange, disorienting dream.

‧ theme song ‧
ophelia
the lumineers