Isilme - The Heart-Wrought Silver

Epiphany

Epiphany

Proverbs 17:9

  • Name: Isilme
    Caste: Waxing Moon
    Spirit Shape: A Great Horned Strix
    Tell: The tingly scent of pine and feathers
    Anima: A tremendous great horned owl, its wings unfurled and talons rending the air
    Concept: Divine Troubleshooter
    Motivation: Protect the deserving from those who would exploit them
    Coups neatly executed.
    Nothing sordid, vulgar, or plebeian.
    Deserving cases preferred.
    Police no object.

    Appearance:
    A rather lovely woman, made lovelier when she makes eye contact, smiles and makes someone the center of her sole attention. Disdaining the flowing essence robes of Yu-Shan or even the provincial finery of the Imperial Palace, Isilme dresses in an old-fashioned black suit over a white button-up shirt, neat when she wants to make a good impression and somewhat disheveled when it's to her advantage. When she's not charming her way through an obstacle, she typically wears a silvery pair of spectacles and seems to enjoy cultivating the paradoxical air of a completely ordinary well-to-do mortal instead of the supernaturally compelling Spirit or Exalt she must be.
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    Background:

    Once, there was a maiden...

    Who grew up in the halls of the Imperial Palace. From infancy, she was given every honor and privilege for she was destined to be as mighty as her legendary siblings one day. Mistress of her own House, so said Concluding Emollient, the ancient sage charged with this pupil. The demands of destiny and station were her constant companions and as a child she studied all she was given, mastered every art expected of her and impressed everyone except her mother.

    No child ever impresses their mother.

    When the child became the maiden in truth, she grew impatient with her mother's secrets, tired of being told 'once you've Exalted' and so she followed her mother into the most secret of Manses. In its depths, beneath dark halls containing impossible wonders, her mother found her and bound her and placed her upon the altar. Left alone, the maiden was at the mercy of the Manse and its custodians. But when their torments broke her bonds, she fled with uncanny instinct, evading lethal traps and surly monsters alike. Thoroughly lost, she came to a room with a window with such horrors behind her. "What would you give to survive?" asked the Moon Owl, when she laid eyes upon its wonder through the immaculate jade bars. "All that I have left now is my name," the maiden cried, "and I will never surrender it!"

    Smiling, the Moon Owl ushered her through the window and led her across the Imperial Palace to the chambers of Concluding Emollient himself. The Moon Owl became the Argent Madonna and only then did the maiden realize she'd been made an owl as well. Her childhood teacher then spirited her from the Imperial Palace, never to be seen by Imperial eyes again, and brought her instead to his home in shining Yu-Shan. There her true training began, for the offices of Whiteflowers himself remained in perpetuity, unlocked only by her arrival.

    ~-~

    There are dozens of stories surrounding Isilme, the Heart-Wrought Silver and perhaps the only remaining Waxing Moon in all of Creation. What is a matter of public record is that 342 years ago, she opened the doors to the Autolycus Resplendent and reclaimed the deeds and titles once held by the greatly esteemed Waning Moon Lunar, Whiteflowers, exactly eleven days before his arrangements elapsed and all property transferred to the Bureau of Heaven for auctioning off. After a decade of independent training and education from a series of divine teachers and one clever Sidereal, she was put to work handling all manner of operations and assignments in Creation. After her first century, Isilme had come to have a certain reputation in divine quarters as a Sidereal handler, one a few select members used to handle issues that could benefit from a Lunar's talents rather than their own.

    In her second century, Isilme became widely traveled throughout the world, visiting city after city while nominally doing the work the Bureau of Destiny asked of her. It was during that time, however, that she became rather friendly with a number of divinities in the Bureau of Humanity, who had long seen the utility of the Bureau of Destiny having their own Exalts and saw opportunity in having one of their own. It was about a century or so ago that Isilme was known to break with the Bureau of Destiny...at least publicly, as rumors persist she and Concluding Emollient remain on quite friendly terms still. Instead, she turned her by then considerable talents to bringing stubborn mortals to heel and interceding under the auspices of the Creation-Ruling Mandate that Lunars still held title to.

    It's only the in the last century that Isilme's employment status has grown dubious. She appears to do favors for both Bureaus but she seems to have an awfully lot of time on her hands. Much of which has been spent handling customers and clients in need of her particular talents, though how she finds them is rather a mystery to most.

    Unbeknownst to the greater Yu-Shan, Isilme's saved a great many lives in her centuries in the field, many who have come to offer prayers to the gorgeous supernatural creature who delivered them from trouble. With the acquisition of a Vestment of Holy Vigilance, she can now hear the prayers of thousands...and slipped in between gratitude and devotion are conversations, local news and needs, the sorts of cases she enjoys doing. As a result, she's become something of an unexpected, uninvited investigator into mysteries and matters that interest her. The latest of which concerns certain happenings in the ancient unchanging rock of Mount Metagalapa...

 
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