𓂃𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝓮

*persona : kind, warm, melancholic, patient.

 intro  She could be the kindest soul you'll ever meet, or someone who seems as if she doesn't have one. A being with a divided soul; a half residing on her home moon and one embedded in her mortal vessel. Hetopela: the Siren who did not fall, the Voice Between Tides, choosing exile rather than defiance, remembrance over revenge. Her island becomes a sacred, lonely echo chamber of grief, mercy, and the faint hum of forgotten gods. Yet, be warned. Break the sirens spirit and you will find come to know the consequences."A sacred plane of existence dwells within mortal hearts, far from the authority and damnation of the gods. It moves through bone, marrow and vein, the threads of the mortal vessel. "

 rule i.  This is an independent portrayal of an OC/MC from the otome game Love and Deepspace. Please note that she is not a canon portrayal. rule ii.  If there is no age stated in your bio, you will be ignored or blocked. This account will have adult themes present such as mental health crisis, combat, violence, inner turmoil, semi-religious themes, self-harm, nsfw scenarios and more. There are no exceptions. rule iii.   Replies may be quick or delayed, as mun has a job as well as irl priorities. If you feel I have missed a reply or want to follow up a thread I have missed, please do message me. However, with that being said, please refrain from spam. I will get to it, just please do not harass.

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hair washed blonde, near white/grey in a body of water.eyes ashen grey, almost a pastel blue under sunlight or in water.height 5"5 mortal | tail span into account, 6"1.siren appearance Feathers still adorn her arms, shoulders, and hair like traces of forgotten wings. Her eyes shimmer like fog across waves, and her voice carries a haunting resonance.conditions survivors guilt.

𓂃𝑯𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒑𝓮𝒍𝒂,
𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝓮 𝒐𝒇 𝑽𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔

𝓣he ninth missing child of 𝓣erpsichore; the only siren left still coveting both their feathers and their scales in secret. As her sisters were cast down, feathered wings torn and beauty cursed, Hetopela fled, slipping into the veil between sea and sky. She hid her name in forgotten currents and wrapped her feathers in shadow. While the world moved on and the Sirens faded into tragedy, Hope endured.It is said that her song is still heard—not to lure, but to mourn. Not to deceive, but to remind the gods that not all defiance is folly. It has heart.She did not sing for pride. She did not sing to win. She sang for remembrance.

Personality Hope is quiet but not timid, introspective with a deep sense of empathy. She is burdened by survivor’s guilt and a renown legacy she never asked for. Drawn to injustice—especially against those punished for pride or ambition. Born on Vocalis. 
✧ A secluded moon at the edge of deepspace.
✧ Home to a thriving civilisation who revered sirens, as it was their chosen birthplace by Terpsichore herself. Isle of Woe, Naidestra. 
✧ She fled to an island after evading the divine wrath of the muses against her sisters.
✧ Hetopela stayed there for thousands of years, lamenting over her losses while reflecting on what she had gained. Freedom.
✧ The Island also exists in other timelines.

Believes that hope is a loose thread in the tapestry of divine justice. Defiance of the punishment from the muses cast upon the sirens. Melpomene sees Hope’s song as dangerous—not because it tempts, but because it heals, and hope undermines tragedy.She’s both hunter and shadow—a divine, relentless force who haunts Hope across timelines, seeking to mend the thread of time which she tore.