GLACIER GIRL.

independent & private
original character
#winterimbued

Disclaimer.

I've put over two years of development into this character & universe. You steal and it'll be the end of contact, permanently. That may sound harsh, but Aizhan & their world are very important to me.

I will admit readily, I am white, roleplaying a muse of color, & may get things wrong from time to time. If I do, please approach me politely, & preferably off anonymous. I will do my very best to rectify the problem as soon as possible.

Section I.

Before I go into anything else, I have one major rule; don’t like me? Block & move on. I’m tired of drama, of petty bs, & I’m tired of vague blogging. I’m here to have fun, just as you are. So please, I keep to myself & my friends, I ask you to do the same.

My blacklist is as follows:

❅ spiders, real life only
❅ needles, any kind
❅ smut to a large extent, any other nsfw is okay
❅ Daddy kink. This is a big one, & makes me highly uncomfortable to see. If you follow me & have posted it before, it’s likely I will not follow back. If you post it untagged, I will softblock for my own comfort.

Secondly, I am of age, having turned 20 on July 3rd, 2018. Pretty much any NSFW is okay with me, save heavy gore & large degrees of smut. What do I mean by that? If every other thread you do is smut, it is highly unlikely I will follow. I am slightly sex-repulsed, mostly by visuals ( more specifically, gifs ).

Memes relating to headcanons and world building are open for everyone to send. In fact, I welcome them!

Please do not reblog my drabbles, as they are important to my portrayal, & mine alone. The exception to this is if your muse is mentioned in the post.

As always, don’t powerplay or godmode. That’s rude & disrespectful to your partners.

Section II.

Multi-verse, multi-ship. This is, however, subject to change based on my comfort levels, & those of my muse.

On the subject of shipping - if I feel like you are fetishizing gay ships, I can & will block you.

All muses, unless otherwise stated & cleared with the other mundane, are in seperate universes. No interactions will overlap unless previously plotted out.

For my own comfort, I would much prefer if those who follow this blog are 18 or older. I'm wanting to take a darker turn in my writing, & some of the content from here on out, I do not feel comfortable having minors see. Those I have been following for some time may be exempt from this, but please be aware that I may softblock you.

Section III.

Please, please, please, for my comfort, & the comfort of all your followers, tag your NSFW. I don’t care if it’s under a read more. Tag it.

I am mutuals only. This means, if you like a starter call, send an in character meme, or reblog my opens & we are not mutuals, I can & will block you if you’re a repeat offender. Once & twice, I shall give warnings. Three times, I will softblock for my comfort.

Please don't reblog face claim pictures from me, especially those of Aya Shalkar. I spent quite a long time finding a model who I felt fit Aizhan in both looks & ethnicity, & I'd appreciate it if these were reblogged from the source. I do not mind in the slightest if someone has the same face claim as me ( & let's be honest, Aya is a gorgeous woman ), my only issue resides in being used as a resource & not a roleplayer.

Section IV.

Do not, I repeat, do not send me hate mail. It gets you nowhere with me, & I will sooner block your IP than answer it. Constructive critique is very welcome, but not senseless hate.

I’m sorry, but if you're posting a lot of self-deprecating things, I will unfollow. These make me very, very uncomfortable, & I come here for a release. If you post a lot of drama without cause, I will unfollow. If you bring your argument with someone public without just cause, I will unfollow.

I will also unfollow after an extended period of absence ( two weeks to a month ) without a hiatus notice. If you ever come back, give me a little nudge, & I'll refollow!

If you like a particular ask reply, please turn it into a thread, in a new post. This isn’t really a rule, more of a request, & isn’t to keep a tidy dash. It does cause anxiety for me, as these posts are harder to keep cut and clean.

Section V.

While I am open to all characters, I require you have an easy to find biography about your original character. & that does not mean just gender, sexuality, height & weight. I mean a fleshed out bio. If I’m writing with another original character, I’d like to know what to expect.

Section VI.

& finally, you may call me Cerys or Cez. I'm a twenty year old nerd who uses they / them pronouns ( please refrain from using any others unless you are very close to me ), & have been on Tumblr off & on for some time. My other blogs you're more than welcome to ask for the urls of.

Profile. Headcanons. History.

Profile.

Basics.

Full Name: Aizhan Niyazov.
Nickname: Ai, Eira.
Age: True age unknown, thought to be at least 10,000 years old.
Gender: Gender neutral, female presenting.
Pronouns: they / them and she / her.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, feminine preference.
Romantic Orientation: Panromantic, feminine preference.
Species: Goddess / Elemental.
Birth Place: Ha'Kab ( continent furthest north in the world of Ionope ).
Fluency: Common tongue of the Ionope Cluster ( English equivalent ) and the Ha'Kabian tongue ( similar in structure to Kazakh ).
Phobias: Thanatophobia ( fear of losing a loved one ).

Physical.

Height: 5′4″.

Figure: Curvy while still being decently athletic, with noticeable freckles along her arms & the bridge of her nose. Her legs are muscular & strong, with scars along her calves from accidentally hitting herself with her spear. Arms are almost willowy, muscle there built in a way to allow multiple fast strikes, instead of hard hits.

Posture She holds herself as tall as she can, like a trained dancer ( & in fact has trained in aerial silks ); prim & proper the majority of the time. Seldom does she seem completely relaxed or at ease, with shoulders held nearly stiff.

Complexion: Pale olive & dusted with freckles; there is a gold undertone to her skin, & her scars are two shades lighter than her natural skin, with a pink undertone.

Eyes: Bright, nearly electric blue, an unnatural shade. Piercing, with a ring of silver & paler blue around the pupil. Framed by dark lashes, & paired with the almost pallor of her skin, her eyes serve to further her otherworldly appearance.

Hair: Long & thick, down past her hips; a deep ebony black, shining blueish in the bright light of day. Well cared for & silky, falling in loose curls.

Facial Features: Round, almost heart shaped face, with high cheeks & full lips, most often painted a deep pink or red. Eyes are almond shaped with faint signs of crows feet, & smile lines around her mouth. Lips are often quirked up at one corner, a sign of bemusement.

Other Traits: Flesh is perceivable cold to the touch, & she moves nearly silently. Her breath leaves no fog in cold weather, instead doing so in warmer seasons.

Clothing: Often garbed in pale creams, blues, whites, & blacks, her gowns are of gauze and silk. In time, she comes to wear the clothing of the world she is thrown to; still wearing cool colors, but her wardrobe changes to include woolen sweaters, jeans, leggings, & heeled boots.

Psychology.

PTSD: Post traumatic stress disorder is a mental illness that can develop after a person is exposed to one or more traumatic events, such as sexual assault, warfare, traffic collisions, terrorism or other threats on a person's life. Symptoms include disturbing recurring flashbacks, avoidance or numbing of memories of the event, & hyper-arousal, & continue for more than a month after the occurrence of a traumatic event.

Chronic Insomnia: Lasts for longer than a month. It can be caused by another disorder, or it can be a primary disorder. People with high levels of stress hormones or shifts in the levels of cytokines are more likely than others to have chronic insomnia. Its effects can vary according to its causes. They might include muscular weariness, hallucinations, & / or mental fatigue. Chronic insomnia can cause double vision.

MBTI: INFP. INFP personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people & events, searching for ways to make things better. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, INFPs have an inner flame & passion that can truly shine. Being a part of the Diplomat ( NF ) personality group, INFPs are guided by their principles, rather than by logic ( analysts ), excitement ( explorers ), or practicality ( sentinels ). When deciding how to move forward, they will look to honor, beauty, morality & virtue – INFPs are led by the purity of their intent, not rewards & punishments.

Temperament: Phlegmatic. Someone with phlegmatic personality type is usually a people person. They seek interpersonal harmony & close relationships. Phlegmatic people are loyal spouses & loving parents. They preserve their relationships with old friends, distant family members, & neighbors. People with phlegmatic temperament tend to avoid conflicts & always try to mediate between others to restore peace and harmony.

Positive Traits: Adaptable & adventurous, she is one to take any new situation in stride; flowing as her element does, & using what space she is given to survive. She is decently eloquent, having been one to debate or give a public speech frequently. She is faithful & good-natured, giving her all to those who she cares for, expecting little to nothing in return. Also methodical, perhaps a bit of a perfectionist, she sets a goal for herself, & works to achieve it with the best results possible. Along with that, she is very thorough in her work.

Negative Traits: Vain, & yet envious, she is one to think that her all is not good enough. This perpetuates a cycle of giving too much, and getting little in return, to which she then thinks her work was sub par. She also is one to hold a grudge, & is very reluctant to let them go after she feels slighted or hurt. She can be overprotective & overbearing, feeling that any being not of her species is weaker, & therefore, must be protected, even if they have proven themselves to be an adept & powerful fighter before.

Enneagram: Type 6. The committed, security-oriented type. Sixes are reliable, hard-working, responsible, & trustworthy. Excellent "troubleshooters," they foresee problems & foster cooperation, but can also become defensive, evasive, & anxious—running on stress while complaining about it. They can be cautious & indecisive, but also reactive, defiant & rebellious. They typically have problems with self-doubt & suspicion. At their best: internally stable & self-reliant, courageously championing themselves & others.

Ego Fixation: flattery.
Holy Idea: freedom.
Vice: envy.
Virtue: patience.
Fear: being unworthy of love.
Alignment: neutral good.
Moral Compass: moderately high.

Headcanons.

Headcanon 001, eyes; Aizhan’s eyes are a rather piercing blue, framed by dark lashes. The color, combined with the pallor of her skin against the deep black of her hair, serves to give her an almost unreal appearance; she looks more like a doll or a sculpture than a living being. Perhaps this is fitting, given the way she came to be. She is far from what most would consider ‘natural’ by any means, & her demeanor furthers this thought. She can have moments of a childlike curiosity, followed by periods of seriousness that are the complete opposite. This is all evident in her eyes. While she has an impressive poker face, her eyes are very expressive, & often they give away how she truly feels about anything.

Headcanon 002, aura and soul viewing; Being a daughter of Mateora ( or, prehaps more accurately, having a piece of Mateora's soul ), the god of death in Ionope, has granted Aizhan the particular talent of soul viewing. This ability grants her access to the spiritual plane where, for a short time as it can be very tiring & disorienting, she can see the auras surrounding the beings who have a soul. This also gives her the faint ability to see someone’s emotional state, unless they are so emotional that their aura is a mess of too many colors to distinguish them, or have learned to mask their aura. This, of course, only applies to beings with souls, & those without can be very jarring to her, as she has no real way of being sure what they’re feeling.

Headcanon 003, home world & people; The land graced by the gentle touch of the Water Goddess, Aizhan, is a place of near constant winter. The residents of her home are more often than not in close knit communities, far from each other, & with an unspoken rule that the family comes first. The people say little, but are far better listeners, & are more than content to stay in near silence with a small group, & enjoy a sense of peace above all. Their clothing is often thick fabrics with muted colors, but intricate patterns, & their homes are built to last generation after generation. Unlike most peoples of Ionope, save Otoch Kab, those of Ha’Kab have a close relationship with their goddess, who can often be found traveling from community to community when not at Council.

Though large groups of wildlife are few & far between, the people have come to be excellent trackers; however, they live off imports from the sister lands for most of the year. The weather lets up for a short time near the middle of the year, giving a small window of time for easy travel for communication with those outside their villages.

History.

There's a simplicity in the beginning of the end. It comes softly, almost silently, with the ripples it causes ghosting the surface of the waters. Gradually, as they move further, they begin to become waves. Waves that, once you see them, have already swallowed you whole. Such was the fate of the lands of Ionope. To say the world went silently & without a fight, however, would be a grievous misinterpretation. In fact, to say that the screams would haunt Aizhan for the remainder of her days would be a much more accurate description.

To fully understand the Collision, one must know who Aizhan is first. Aizhan was created as the previous goddess of water met her demise from an illness which plagued her land, Ha'Kab, which was one of the five distinct continents in the world of Ionope. This goddess, Voda, was ostracized by her own siblings, who feared for their own lands, & subsequently, their people. For, alongside ruling over a single scientific element, they were worshiped by the race they had created. & rightly so, in their eyes, for they were prideful & arrogant.

Voda, driven out by her family, trekked through the whispering winds, carrying an unfamiliar icy chill so steadily through her. Following a path her feet, but not her memory, knew, she made her way through the forests of her home, to the foot of a mountain at the very edge of the continent. There, a warm light enveloped her, & she smiled. For, there at the edge of the trees, stood Mateora, Death themself. They offered a faint smile back, then held out a thin hand, a silent beckoning, which Voda grasped seemingly without hesitation.

Once she did so, a small sliver of light left both the beings, pooling onto the icy ground. With a nod, silent as they so often were, Mateora smiled again, & the two left to find their way up the mountain. That was when the first snow began to fall. As the flakes became heavier, the pool of light, once faint, grew stronger, & began to take another form. As it shimmered & rippled, it took on the form of a young woman, her eyes a bright blue & hair, long & inky black, down to her knees. Her frame was willowy, almost frail in appearance, & she wore no garments. Not having met another being, she saw no shame in this. She had no name, nor did she find a need for one. All she knew was that, in this forest of endless snow, she was free.

Now, in the surrounding villages, supplies were running short, & so, the people who inhabited them began to search further & further into the trees for food. After what felt to be an eternity, several generations passing, the humans stumbled upon the woman. They had almost missed her; her hair caught in branches and skin a ghostly pallor, she seemed a part of the trees. It wasn’t until she waved, a faint, chiming, bell-like laugh echoing through the trees, that the hunters noticed her.

After several long minutes of them asking the woman questions, receiving no answer save a tilt of the head or a bemused raise of brow, they turned to leave. They had their spoils, & needed to return home to their families. They didn’t notice the woman following them.

She continued in their footsteps until the edge of their village, where she hesitated for a mere moment. When she did, one of the hunters glanced back to see her near the gates. Knowing she'd been spotted, she began to back away into the trees once more, almost fearful, but the man raised a hand in her direction. Something told them both that the other wasn’t a threat, & the woman was welcomed into the village. She was given clothing & daily tasks, & was treated as just any other member of their society. But she never said a word.

She also noticed, soon after becoming accustomed to her new life & its restrictions, that she had someone trailing her movements most days. When she'd turn her head back, she’d see a flash of red ribbons as a young girl ducked behind a building or crate. She'd smile, shake her head, & continue on with her day. This went on for several months, & all the while, something whispered to the woman to make her way past the ridge surrounding the forest. On to the cities, to warmer lands, where it was said the Goddess & her chosen lived. She never entertained this thought for very long, but it became a more frequent one as time passed.

Late one evening, a call went though the village that one of the women was going into labor, & many, including the strange, silent woman, rushed to help. Remembering her own creation, she was confused at first, & then, realization went through her like a hot blade. She wasn't one of these humans. She didn’t belong here. It was a sad realization, & yet one coupled with relief. Something, that small whisper, had been telling her where she belonged, & so, when the first cries of the newborn began, with a smile, she made her way out through the gates of the village, & then on to the ridge. Hearing a second set of steps, she turns back to see a small girl, red ribbons tying back her curly hair.

The woman leans down as the girl holds out a hand, & then a similar red ribbon is tied around her wrist. "I’ll miss you, Aizhan," says the girl with a toothy smile.

That was when, mirroring the girl's smile, Aizhan says her first words, her voice uncertain at first, soft so that only the two of them would hear. "Don't worry. We’ll meet again someday."

The girl's smile grows to a beam, & she nods once before running back to her home. Aizhan's smile softens, & she too turns in the direction of her home. Her arrival is greeted with confusion by the guards of the palace, but then Nym, the god of aether, makes their way to the grand doors to see what the commotion is about. Now, as Nym has rule over the heavens as a whole; upon seeing Aizhan, they knew just who she was. Calling the guards off, they waved to the young goddess to make her way inside. She's guided through the palace to the meeting hall at the center, where the other gods had come together to discuss how to go about the loss of their sister. Seeing Aizhan & Nym, the other three begin to question their sibling, who then introduces Aizhan as her true self.

Goddess of Winter, Daughter of Water & Death.

Disclaimer.

Section I.

Section II.

Section III.

Section IV.

Section V.

Section VI.

Profile.

Basics.

Physical.

Psychology.

Headcanons.

History.

General.

Muse.

Mun.

About Mun.

Other Muses.

Credits.