@SolarPrincess-
╔《 ACT I — The Princess Who Fell From The Sky 》╗
“ On Tamaran…
we do not hide our hearts.
We let them burn. ”
CB
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and/or drop things ♡
╔《 ACT I — The Princess Who Fell From The Sky 》╗
“ On Tamaran…
we do not hide our hearts.
We let them burn. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
;// NEW ANON !! NEW ANON !
Shes back <3
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╔《 ACT I — The Princess Who Fell From The Sky 》╗
“ On Tamaran…
we do not hide our hearts.
We let them burn. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
✧
The sky did not break when she fell.
It welcomed her.
A comet screaming through Earth’s atmosphere, trailing fire like the tail of a dying star — the escape ship tore open the clouds before crashing violently into a world that had never known her name.
Princess. Slave. Warrior.
None of those titles mattered here. All that remained was Koriand’r.
The exiled daughter of Tamaran. They had chained her once.
The armies of the Citadel carved their cruelty into her bones — experiments meant to forge a weapon from a princess.
And they succeeded. Because now the fire inside her cannot be contained.
Solar energy hums beneath her skin, glowing bright behind emerald eyes. Her hair burns like a living sunset, drifting weightlessly whenever her feet leave the ground.
And she flies often. She laughs loudly. She loves without fear. Humans find her strange. Too bright. Too honest. Too alive.
But Koriand’r does not apologize for her joy.
Not after chains. Not after betrayal. Not after watching her own sister crown herself in shadows.
Here on Earth, among the heroes of the Teen Titans, she found something Tamaran could not give her anymore:
A family she chose. And if anyone threatens them…
The sky will remember the day a star learned how to burn.
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KORIAND’R / STARFIRE
VISAGE ; N/A ,, Comic (depending on how I feel about the theme)
PORTRAYAL ; mixed - but mainly my own <3
PENNED BY ; @Breadss-
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╔《 ACT I — The Veil Parts 》╗
“ You did not find me.
You wandered too close to the seam. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
╔《 ACT I — The Veil Parts 》╗
“ You did not find me.
You wandered too close to the seam. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
;// NEW ANON !! NEW ANON !!
She’s back <3
It’s best to read her info thread before interacting as this isn’t just your basic Wanda anon </3
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╔《 ACT I — The Veil Parts 》╗
“ You did not find me.
You wandered too close to the seam. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
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Wanda Maximoff is not a witch who learned power — she is a primordial force that learned how to grieve.
Wearing the shape of a woman, she walks the world as something vast compressed into fragile architecture. What mortals call “chaos magic” is merely the residue of her true form pressing against reality. Probability falters around her. Time hesitates. Entire cities have reshaped themselves in quiet obedience to her sorrow.
She is known publicly as Wanda Maximoff.
But to those who dream in red, she is:
The Scarlet Mother.
The Veil Between.
She Who Remembers.
Her cult — The Veiled Choir — does not worship her out of fear. They worship her because she answered when no god would. Through dreams, through grief, through the thin places in the world, she whispers to the abandoned. In return, they offer devotion, silence, and sometimes their names.
Despite her vastness, her greatest vulnerability remains painfully human: attachment. Love does not weaken her power — it destabilizes it. When she mourns, reality fractures. When she loves, the universe bends in self-defense.
She does not seek dominion.
She does not crave worship.
But if threatened — or if those she holds dear are harmed — she will not rage.
She will simply remember a version of the world where the threat never existed.
And that version will replace this one.
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