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Windchime is Glamourous

Posted by Mindblade16 - March 11th, 2023


Archetypal Engines surround the Mirror City of the Priesthood of Mirrors.


This is where the Priestess of Mirrors in Cerrus received her education and ordainment as the Priestess of Mirrors.


This was a Regional Post of a PoM, to Minister over the City of Lux as a Branch of the Priesthood's Authority.


She has long rectangular silver-bordered mirror earrings that spin and float slightly away from her head.


She has long silver hair, floating in the air as if underwater.


Her gown is Blue and Silver. She is a Regal Princess of Mindblade, a very wealthy Noble House living in the City of Lux as one of the 4 Noble Houses of Cerrus. This City was a Summit of Global Leadership, and where all the members of these Noble Houses lived.


Windchime Mindblade was drunk on the power and authority from both the Priesthood of Mirrors and House Mindblade. She grew a sense of High Avarice, wishing for nothing less than the possession of the entire universe as her personal plaything.


Windchime lived in the Citadel of Mindblade, which was one of four Skyscrapers in the City of Lux, shaped, styled, and colored by the Aesthetics of the Noble House it kept.


She worked in the Cathedreal of Spinning Mirrors, the branch Church of the Priesthood of Mirrors, so she was technically the Priestess of Spinning Mirrors, as was one of the unique aspects of this particular building. Other cathedrals in other branches had their own unique way of moving, but the Lux Cathedral was adorned with spinning mirrors.


Her work/play in House Mindblade was as a government administrator and politician. At times she was one, and at other times, the other.


Oh, and daddy very much spoiled his daughter. Earthstone Mindblade was a large brash noble, and his mere presence could silence a room the size of a town square. Windchime used her father's love as a weapon against her enemies, which was everyone that willfully contradicted her.


Her mother's influence wasn't helping matters either, rather it gave her one more push into the role of overpowered villian. Firestone Mindblade was a domineering woman that made Windchime took tame by comparison, and pursuing her mother's fine example was one of the main ambitions of Princess Mindblade.


Windchime had two brothers, Mathias and Razus. Mathias was the golden child, and Razus was the black sheep. These two together looked like a yin-yang of an angel and a demon. The Gallant Hero and the Vile Dragon. The 3 of them had grown up as the best of friends, and played together often. That aspect of Windchime's life was likely the only wholesome aspect remaining of her girlish self that remained after the rigors of maturity.


Mathias Mindblade was the pride of the Mindblade Family. He didn't need to be propped up by his name. His reputation was backed up by genuine skill and experience. House Mindblade was strong because Mathias was their frontman, and could fight wars all by himself.


Razus was hated by his father and lamented by his mother. His only validation came from his lover, Nightraven Razorblade, of House Razorblade. He certainly felt more at home in Razorblade Citadel than at Mindblade Citadel. The other Nobles and Servants regarded him with fondness, especially since he brought such joy to their Princess Nightraven.


Mathias Mindblade's War Technique was based on a Custom Set of Mechanical Armor that he had commissioned from Artisans and Engineers that was named "Elf Hurricane". With this Armor, he could plow through Millions of enemy soldiers, vehicles, artillery, and all manner of destructive things set upon him to nil effect. He could ram right through an entire army, grab the commanding general's neck, and demand surrender. He used to make a big show of it by humiliating said army by giving them hope of victory for sport, but in his maturity had sought greater efficiency with less death.


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