Riswynn Desvanas
Pronouns: She/Her/Hers
Name and titles: Her Majesty Riswynn Desvanas, Queen of the Seelie Court, apprentice to the Artificers Guild, Entrant to the Rangers of Ithilien, founding Lady of House Waffle, Stewardess of the Extraordinarii, costuming champion of Moria, and officer of Solaris.
Nicknames: Riswynn, Ris, Rizzlord, the Rizzler
Mundane name: Jocelyn Bednar
About: Riswynn is primarily a non combatant who fields occasionally as an archer or Marshall. She is an apprentice of the Artificer's Guild with a focus in garb making and weaving. She serves under Master Saewyn. Riswynn is the reigning monarch and organizer of the Seelie court of fae. She is also a founder of House Waffle in conjunction with Trinian Ironfoot. She often aids Tertius Diomedes Lupus in running the camp of the Extraordinarii as a Stewardess, overseeing the camp kitchen. Riswynn is also an officer of the Solaris LARP club, a college group based out of Kent State.
Units: Rangers of Ithilien
Character Lore
Summary: Riswynn is a harpy fae, with most lore drawn from Celtic traditions. Ris began life as a human child of the Rohirrim and was lost at the age of 5 and transformed into a bird by Faery magic. The has lived the rest of her life as a Fae until being approched by a Queen of the Unseelie court, who proposed the need of a monarch to build up the Seelie court to restore balance between the two. In answering this proposition she became the reigning Queen of the Seelie Court.
Living lore doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iRYNbKC7H3BdjytRF7ZkIsIRLtOfycuHg5R5cxtoN5I/edit?usp=sharing
An excerpt from the above:
"Dark clouds blackened the sky, cold winds howled through the trees as drops began to water the ground, first the tears of a frightened child and then the cold rain of autumn began to wet the earth and a chilling fog rose up from the earth. Cold, scared and alone Riswynn attempted to find her way home to no avail and eventually she could only think of finding shelter from the growing storm. Casting about for some refuge she spotted an ancient bone white tree whose leaves hung heavy like drapery hung down and seemed to invite the child in. Stepping through the willows curtain Riswynn found shelter from the rain, if not the cold, under the weeping bows of the ancient tree, a ring of mushrooms circled the base of the tree and Riswynn sat within their midst hugging her knees close to her chest, shivering from cold and fright she began to weep and with one heart aching cry she uttered a single plea: “Mother”. As if her wail had struck a cord as it echoed through the trees the rain began to calm and the howling wind retreated to a whispering amongst the damp leaves though the cold refused to release its grip upon the land. Bone chilled and exhausted, Riswynn's body could not muster the strength to properly react to the shock she felt as a cold hand lifted her chin and wiped a tear from her cheek. “Mother?” she asked, looking up with hope, only to be met with the sight of a strange woman standing over her, a warm smile upon her icy features. The woman gazed down upon the child and replied to her query: “A Mother called for and a Mother came, now dear child, caught in winter's winds, what is it that you wish?”. Riswynn shook as she looked up at the figure, mind sluggish from cold and fear and spoke in earnest if not fully in a conscious manner: “I wish I had wings and could fly home like a bird”. The woman stooped low and scooped Riswynn up into her arms in a cool embrace whispering a soothing breath into the child’s ear: “so you have wished it, so shall it be” and with a swift motion threw Riswynn into the air. Startled, Riswynn began to flap her wings in panic and to her amazement her wings caught the air and she began to fly. The girl had become a bird and soared with freedom and delight high above the trees she searched the horizon for signs of home. Spotting a trail of smoke she thought of how her mother lit a fire in the chimney to cook food and knew she had found a way home. Delighted and full of hope Riswynn the Grackle soared high into the sky, did a loop and dove towards the smoke eager to get home and tell her mother about her first adventure."Dark clouds blackened the sky, cold winds howled through the trees as drops began to water the ground, first the tears of a frightened child and then the cold rain of autumn began to wet the earth and a chilling fog rose up from the earth. Cold, scared and alone Riswynn attempted to find her way home to no avail and eventually she could only think of finding shelter from the growing storm. Casting about for some refuge she spotted an ancient bone white tree whose leaves hung heavy like drapery hung down and seemed to invite the child in. Stepping through the willows curtain Riswynn found shelter from the rain, if not the cold, under the weeping bows of the ancient tree, a ring of mushrooms circled the base of the tree and Riswynn sat within their midst hugging her knees close to her chest, shivering from cold and fright she began to weep and with one heart aching cry she uttered a single plea: “Mother”. As if her wail had struck a cord as it echoed through the trees the rain began to calm and the howling wind retreated to a whispering amongst the damp leaves though the cold refused to release its grip upon the land. Bone chilled and exhausted, Riswynn's body could not muster the strength to properly react to the shock she felt as a cold hand lifted her chin and wiped a tear from her cheek. “Mother?” she asked, looking up with hope, only to be met with the sight of a strange woman standing over her, a warm smile upon her icy features. The woman gazed down upon the child and replied to her query: “A Mother called for and a Mother came, now dear child, caught in winter's winds, what is it that you wish?”. Riswynn shook as she looked up at the figure, mind sluggish from cold and fear and spoke in earnest if not fully in a conscious manner: “I wish I had wings and could fly home like a bird”. The woman stooped low and scooped Riswynn up into her arms in a cool embrace whispering a soothing breath into the child’s ear: “so you have wished it, so shall it be” and with a swift motion threw Riswynn into the air. Startled, Riswynn began to flap her wings in panic and to her amazement her wings caught the air and she began to fly. The girl had become a bird and soared with freedom and delight high above the trees she searched the horizon for signs of home. Spotting a trail of smoke she thought of how her mother lit a fire in the chimney to cook food and knew she had found a way home. Delighted and full of hope Riswynn the Grackle soared high into the sky, did a loop and dove towards the smoke eager to get home and tell her mother about her first adventure."