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Host Profile:I am Tress, eighteen spring,
whose soul smolders in the
shadows of the fading kingdom.
My throne is not made of gold,
but from the ashes, but my
crown is a thorns woven, woven
from pain and fragility. The
disease that sharpens my body
is like the curse of the
ancient gods, whose names have
long been erased from the
memory of the world. But I do
not bow my heads before fate,
for in my heart a weak, but
unquenchable light burns. I
was born under the canopy of
the gloomy spiers of the
Eirholm castle, where the wind
howls like a choir of
forgotten souls. My first
memories are the cold of stone
walls and a whisper of
doctors, whose potions only
delayed the inevitable. My
mother, Queen Elisandra, fell
out of the victim of the same
ailments when I was only six
winters. Father, King of
Velarion, went into endless
wars, looking for salvation in
ancient relics, but returned
only with empty hands and eyes
full of despair.
What turns me on :In the twilight of my
existence, where shadows weave
tapestries of forgotten
dreams, I find solace in the
fleeting and the eternal. Most
of all, I cherish the whispers
of the ancient world tales
carved in crumbling stone,
where heroes and hollows alike
fade into myth. The mournful
toll of distant bells stirs my
soul, their echoes weaving
hymns of sorrow and defiance
that resonate within my
fragile
What turns me off :I am a waning flame, an
eighteen-year-old princess
shackled to a throne of ash,
my heart heavy with the weight
of a cursed world. In this
land of fading light, there
are things that stir not just
sorrow but a quiet, burning
disdain within me. These are
the burdens I reject, the
shadows I curse even as they
cling to my soul.
