❝ O Harbingers,

vênus · 25+ · she/he · brazilian

Hello ! First of all, thank you for taking interest and checking this page out. I've been roleplaying for over 17 years now across multiple platforms, some of which don't even exist anymore. Currently, I have a full time job and it consumes all of my routine. For that reason, all of my blogs operate on an illegally low activity basis.Getting this out of the way: I'm severely introverted. I keep my circle out of character strict and don't quite feel comfortable sharing my Discord tag until we've interacted for some time on Tumblr beforehand.

  account

You must be of age to interact/follow and over 21 to propose shipping your character romantically or sexually with mine.This account will touch sensitive themes, such as but not limited to:
■ graphic depictions of sex;
■ graphic depictions of violence;
■ death and torture;
■ childhood trauma;
■ military indoctrination;
■ alcohol/substance consumption;
■ otherization/dehumanization, etc.They'll be tagged to the best of my abilities using the #corresponding trigger * format for convenience. I aim to portray all of my content responsibly.

  drama/callouts

I won't claim to be all knowing, but I keep an eye out for any hubbub and make my own decisions and judgement based on what I see.One thing needs to be clear: I can discern between what constitutes as social drama and what is legitimate exposition of dangerous behavior. However, I don't entertain internet debates myself and won't accept being forcefully dragged into them.

  formatting

I keep it somewhat simple. Normal text with spacing on paragraphs that start with dialogue, this is mostly to make it easier for me to make sense of my writing but I can adapt upon request.I also occasionally make use special text for ✧ ･ﾟ･ dramatization ･ﾟ･✧ and emphasis. That, too, can be dropped if necessary.Sometimes I use icon, sometimes I don't. Nowadays I'm leaning towards not using them in longer threads due to the limited range of expressions found in Genshin and how little they actually contribute to the writing. I don't mind when others use, and it may or may not change as the game improves their animations.

  portrayal

Expect canon divergence. My chacterization is not a direct reflection of what I expect of Childe's character in canon.Important, however: your character is not allowed to call Tartaglia by his birth name (Ajax) unless I agree to it beforehand. This is an important snippet of my portrayal.For more information on the restriction above, refer to the headcanons found on Identity / Name & Re-name.

  shipping

I love shipping, but I do not enjoy living for ships. If you wish to work out a close relationship with my muse, I ask that not every interaction centers exclusively on their relationship or it will, frankly, bore me. Let's explore other themes, different shenanigans, almost anything is on the table so long as there's chemistry.I practice (romantic) ship exclusivity, meaning that once my muse is shipped with a version of a character it'll be the only one and any other interaction with the same muse from a different mun will strictly fall under a different dynamic.

  MISCELLANEOUS

On the matter of OCs, duplicates and multimuses, all is welcome.I never follow first as I don't know who really is alright with it, but know that every flavor of Childe is welcome here. If not to come up with crazy soups of Childe in the Childeverse to write about, then to yap OOC.Multimuses are yummy too. Just make sure to let me know which character is part of our interactions and everything will be alright. As for OCs, all I need is a glimpse of their story.You may also find me over @vohunara (Kaveh), @guidingbreeze (Jean, inactive), @leviudicator (Neuvillette, test muse).All art used is either sourced from official material, commissioned or from artists whom I personally asked for permission to use their art and was authorized to, as credited below !

AJAX KIRILLOVICH VOLKOV
(Аякс Кир́иллович Во́лков)

A boy who dared to dream, who took flight to heights greater than what his young wings hoped to sustain. The life of an adventurer promoted a romantic illusion so powerful it brought a bright shine to the eyes of that little boy.However, the imagination of a child isn't equipped with what's needed to foresee all the dangers of a world so vast. The adrenaline rush and sugary sweet taste of potential achievements blinded Ajax from the harsh reality existing past the borders of the small seaside village of Morepesok, Snezhnaya.When the claws of the Abyss sank into his small body before the forest beasts had the chance to seize their prey, Ajax realized a hero can only ever be born once they're lying on their deathbed. This was enough to earn him a token from the gods in the form of a Vision.

Lost in the rifts between worlds and beyond the restraints of Teyvat, the child of the snow watched as his fears took form in the oppressive darkness of the Abyss, where protection from a most mysterious woman was the only thing capable of sparing him from an end more tragic than what Fate had already woven into his story.Each second spent there was the same as gambling his own life away even when guarded by the one who Ajax came to call his master. In order to have a measly chance to survive this nightmare, much of what people in his life knew him by had to be left behind as sacrifice.Being shaped into a skilled warrior on the cusp of adolescence made it progressively harder for Ajax's parents to recognize their child in the ferocity reflecting back from the young boy's vacant and dull stare, and their love would never truly suffice to pull him back from the terrors that had overridden his former self. Whoever had come back home that day, they concluded, was not someone they knew.

All who enter the Fatui must leave their old life behind. Their name, status, occupation — all which does not align with the maintenance of a new order has no value and, thus, no place within the walls and protection of the Zapolyarny Palace.Ajax's conscription was arbitrary through and through, a desperate measure from parents who could no longer see their child or safety in the eyes of a boy who attracted trouble like massive stars attract planets to their orbit.Fact was: youth meant little, if anything at all. Though he lost, Ajax was no older than fifteen when it was time to fight back against his father's decision to hand him over.

Joining the ranks was meant as a disciplinary strategy, but little did Ajax's father know that the abilities the young boy had acquired were of greater significance to the organization while honed, rather than if subdued.From there on, the chaos that trailed after him was used to build the steps that took him to new heights, and any concern over having his ambitions crushed under the boots of his homeland's governing body were no more.Once but a soldier, Ajax would then soon be recognized as an equal to the mighty Harbingers and a loyal warrior for Her Royal Majesty, the Tsaritsa.

The cruelty of irony lies opulently for all to see on the fate of a boy favored by the gods on the day he met the world of sinners.

Ajax had yet to see the horrors of common men when the Abyss decided to lay claim and walk him through the atrocities of a violence wrought eons before his birth. The decaying flesh of beasts and their hunger opened his eyes to the ugly truth of a world held on a leash by the divine, and such was a sight a survivor of the darkness ought to never forget.Ley line disorders and ancient corruption permeated the areas of a place long forgotten, they shaped and reshaped everything they touched, seeped into invasive beings as means to suppress their own agony. Without help, Ajax was no weaker than a fly caught in a spiderweb.

Survival was not enough to spare him from contamination. Skirk, who, more than a savior, had become a master and a guardian, shed light on the type of consequences the calamities absorbed by his body would bring — he would perish, she confessed flatly, without cushioning Ajax for a truth as inevitable as the fear infecting him to his bone.The beasts who now chase and bite after them had once been in his position and were unable to find salvation, he was told. But she, the swordswoman who'd learnt to conquer and grant release to their neverending pain, could offer one final chance to this lost child she'd seen fit to take up the role of her heir.All odds were against him, but even when presented with the many risks of Skirk's proposal, Ajax found himself unable to turn it down.

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 DISCLAIMER:  This verse was inspired by Tartaglia's beta design and follows the events of the default verse. This page focused solely on topics and aspects that differ from those on other pages.

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 DISCLAIMER:  This verse follows a distinct mix of theories, self indulgence and canon divergence on both source materials (Genshin and H:SR).

Born a mortal on the second planet of the Dvoynaya Zima binary star system, Ajax dreamed of venturing the vastness of the universe. Often would he watch the stars and ponder on what lies beyond the veils of his own world, not knowing that its borders had always been open for a tenacious and bold heart such as his.

Kaeya Alberich ( ccaptain ) | Tag

■ Main — Boyfriend. Would burn the world for  ❤

Lumine ( verdantluxury ) | Tag

■ Main — Major crush. Told him to shut up more than once ❤

Il Capitano ( apocryphis )

■ Main — Idol. Honor through words alone is deceit; actions are the voice of a warrior

Lyney ( apocryphis )

■ Main — Mentee. The cunning mind, the fragile heart.

Alhaitham ( aaleaqlania )

■ Main — Acquaintance. Told him to shut up once

Zhongli ( verdantluxury )

■ Main — Old friend. Closure and understanding met in the sparkle of liquid gold

Neuvillette ( apocryphis )

■ Main — Ally? The blood and life of this world, the creation of a fortuitous connection

■ Eyes — Light has long given up shining through those 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐬; dulled, soulless, unnerving. They mask the maelstrom raging underneath unknown to all but to the man in charge of it. Be not fooled: their sharpness rival that of their master's blades.

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■ Hair — Soft, short, with soft waves; the color of fallen autumn leaves with occasional paler streaks. It is maintained in a fairly even style, including bangs that reach an inch above the nose. Out of formal settings it's often mussled out of the way.

「 Palette: █████ 」

■ Build — Lean physique, noticeable muscle definition on the upper half, emphasized by the back and arms. Lower half is not yet as defined but its strength is not to be underestimated.

■ Height — On the tall side, standing at 6'3 / 190cm.

■ Scars | Freckles — Multiple scars littered across most areas and in different phases of the healing process. Noteworthy mentions: small diagonal notch on left eyebrow, faded bite mark on right calf and middle finger (left hand).Freckles are just as present, appearing in clusters over the shoulders, back and chest, spreading less visibly along both arms.

■ Accessories — Golden earring dangling off the left ear and ending on a small red gem. Sometimes, it's replaced by either one ending on a blue gem, a simple ring or anything suggested by his sister, Tonia.

  style & views

Combat is, above all else, an art. It challenges, shows body, mind and soul that there's no limit truly unbreakable — it inspires, excites. It is addictive. High risk and high reward, there isn't a single aspect of it that's earned the Eleventh's scorn.Once blood begins to rush through his veins and awareness of his own place in space becomes imperative, that's when Tartaglia feels the most alive.

Tartaglia is a name well known in the battlefield, synonymous with danger and bloodshed. Though vicious in his ways, weapons aren't drawn haphazardly and for naught — the Harbinger is meticulous, leveling his abilities in accordance to his foe. Senseless slaughters compare to waste of time and efforts, as unnecessary use of extreme force on much weaker adversaries shows propensity to cowardice and is, by consequence, inexcusable.

  weapons

Versatile, Tartaglia has mastered nearly all types available in Teyvat and found in the depths of the Abyss.Still, he shows preference for those allowing for agile strifes and will be seen frequently in use: swords, polearms and, more notoriously, Hydro dual blades.With the exception of the Polar Star, the bow gifted to him by the Tsaritsa herself upon ascension to the rank of Harbinger, every weapon used in battle is made of raw elemental energy, summoned from his own mastery of the elements (Hydro and/or Electro) and carrying their particular properties.

  elemental mastery

Whether sourced from his Vision or Delusion, Tartaglia has extensive training and knowledge over the use of the elements to the point of manipulating them with minimal energy waste while maximizing their output.He can maintain elemental bodies active for extended periods of time and fully functioning before reaching the point of exhaustion, as well as use them to his advantage in support roles, such as facilitating locomotion, acting as illusions or as conduits to powerful reactions.

  training regimen

Though at first glance it might not ring as true, Tartaglia keeps a strict and constant training routine. Everything constitutes as an opportunity to acquire new strategies and perspectives, thus his observational skills are on par with every other ability. From daily meditation to working out, everything goes.In fact, breaking free from this mentality is quite rare and Tartaglia is seldom seen actually engaging in anything for the sake of leisure and relaxation. By extension, his guard is always up and he's ready to go.

  Gallery

  conscription

Ajax was introduced to the lowest ranks on the cusp of his fifteenth birthday, albeit not without hysterical protests and attempts to circumvent his father's decision. It was seen and presented as punishment for uncontrollable behavior, the young teen could not bear to imagine his existence in the confines of severe rules and enforcement of such.However, the reception was nothing like what he'd imagined. After completing the trials with scary speed and ease, he was admitted into the forces under the tutelage of the Rooster himself whom spared no investments into directing, supporting and honing the junior into the sharpest he could be.

  Ascension

Convinced that fulfillment was to be met with how far his abilities could take him and be wielded by the will of his goddess, Ajax made quick work of climbing his way up to the very top and to her side. There was no goal he deemed difficult nor a strain to his personal thresholds, he would burn the thrones of self-proclaimed nobles, slay beasts ten times his size, do whatever it took to appease and earn recognition.What was once meant to punish perceived misdeeds turned into the very thing Ajax was proud of, a testament to his strength of body and mind. His ascension was more than a promise, it was a guarantee, one sweeter than any honor badges earned in previous roles — he, then, stood with the mighty Harbingers and was bestowed with the blessings of the Tsaritsa.From that moment on, in Her name, Tartaglia would be born as the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger, the vanguard responsible for opening ways to the creation of a new order.

  performance

The new Fatuus found in the organization all the tools and supervision needed to develop well into an outstanding soldier. Any needs otherwise unmet by family members made a home out of the critical assignments provided by the Fatui, the hunger for challenges of varying categories could not be sated fully, but became decently supplied amidst the trail of blood he left behind in his wake.From cadet to agent and general — Ajax navigated all sorts of titles within the Fatui and derived great pleasure from his missions, to the point where they barely felt like obligations and, instead, became the first steps he'd take towards the path of greatness he so violently began to seek.

  relationships

Although it didn't hinder him in any way in his junior days, Ajax found it difficult to relate to and blend in with colleagues due to the uncomfortable age gap between him and most of the other recruits, which made the experience a rather isolated one.Up to his placement among the Harbingers, most of Tartaglia's perspectives on his colleagues were either directly or indirectly influenced by the opinions of the Rooster. Filtering through them came with maturity and exposition to interactions that contradicted those views. Even to this day there are multiple biases waiting to be undone... or reinforced.

  identity

tw: mentions of dehumanization

Matters pertaining to Tartaglia views on himself are addled by how susceptible he is to the wills of others. From a young age he wished to awe his family, acquire independence to venture into the world and meet feats greater than those in his father's stories. Falling into the rift between worlds brought those expectations to a halt, flipped them upside down; joining the Fatui, on the other hand, stoked the flames once again, though in less romantic ways.He longs for power as means to reclaim control over his own destiny, but his pursuit of such paradoxically keeps him bound to a place of submission, be it to the plans of the Fatui, whims of his master or call of the depths.As Tartaglia wishes to find his place on top of the world, he also believes himself to be a weapon and is comfortable, delighted with being wielded for this very purpose — and a weapon cannot betray its master's will; if they were able to create him as he is, then they're able to control him. ( ★ )

  Name & Re-name

Few are the occasions where he will answer by the name of Ajax or allow others to acknowledge that it's been used at some point in his life. It's been left behind, forsaken in the rise of Tartaglia; death and rebirth into the Fatui.Undisclosed vulnerabilities crawl back to him at the call of its name, facets of himself that aren't allowed to coexist for their antithetical nature — in Ajax lies his humanity; in Tartaglia, his inhumanity. If there's anything he considers of utmost intimacy, it would be entrusting that single word to someone.

  voice & accent

Smooth and youthful, rarely, if ever, raised. Tartaglia speaks elegantly and politely unless warranted otherwise.He has a distinct (rural) Snezhnayan accent that is diligently smothed out in conversations and slips through in comfortable environments, with trustworthy company. It's made more evident under the effects of alcohol.

Tartaglia is a bisexual cis male with no evident preference for either genders or lack thereof. In fact, his sexuality would better be described by the definitions of gray asexuality wherein he experiences sexual attraction arbitrarily and sparingly. Close bonds, whether of romantic nature or not, facilitate its development and, in them, he may find the desire to seek and provide pleasure. In the same vein, he is open to sleeping with friends.

When it comes to roles, he defaults to topping and being dominant unless the circumstances warrant a different attitude or it's expressly requested/hinted by his partner. Under these terms, he has no problems labeling himself as versatile, though certain approaches and high personal closeness are mandatory to place him in any sort of submission — a pity for sure, considering he makes for a nicely obedient and diligent sub.

  views

No matter the oceans that separate them or all contradicting and opposing views, his family is always in his heart. Tartaglia can't bear to imagine them hurt and is willing to go through unthinkable lengths to provide and protect. If there's anything in this world he can wholeheartedly say he loves, it's them.

  relationship

Ever since joining the Fatui, his relationship with his parents and older siblings became covertly strained. The promised discipline brought results they didn't expect. As Tartaglia grew into a warrior, Mother and Father gave up all hope of having their son back.Nowadays, Tartaglia overlooks their disappointment and criticism of his work is accepted without rebuttal.

  Older siblings

One brother and one sister.Before his conscription, most of the conflicts in the household involved Ajax and his older siblings. There was a singular occurrence of physical fight resulting in serious injury to his brother and that Tartaglia regrets to this day. They aren't on speaking terms since then.As for his sister, being the one present in his rescue, she is more tolerant of her brother's dealings. However, whatever closeness they had before the incident was never restored to its original state.For the three of them, severing those bonds didn't come without major heartbreak and botched attempts at reaching out every now and then. If only things could've happened differently...

  younger siblings

Two brothers and one sister, the lights of his life. He'd give them the world if they asked.Anthon is the oldest of them, already has an understanding of Tartaglia's real services to the Fatui and has begun to question what it entails. Even so, they remain close.Tonia is one year younger than Anthon. She, too, is aware of her brother's involvement but doesn't seem to see him differently due to it. He's still her loyal knight.Teucer, the youngest and most obstinate, is far from being naive for his age and constantly, inadvertently, challenges all efforts to keep him away from the truth. Tartaglia doesn't discourage his curiosity and instead carefully provides answers as appropriately to his age as possible.

  concept

Power sourced from beyond the worlds, considered heretic and nocive to lives from Teyvat. It's a form of corruption that heightens its host's ability to tap into manipulation that surpasses the known elements while slowly feeding off their life force.It shares similarities with the curse unleashed by Orobashi, a type of forbidden power acquired by breaching the seals enclosing Teyvat's borders, and can be theorized to originate from areas of the cosmos closely related.

  acquisition

The technique that makes the Foul Legacy transformation possible was passed down to Tartaglia by the Foul (Surtalogi) himself through Skirk's teachings with the intention of testing his findings regarding the creation of the perfect being.Due to its properties, Tartaglia can be considered a type of neohuman, though brought into existence by practices of khemia far different and more advanced than that used by Rene de Petrichor in the salvation of Jakob Ingold.

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gift art by @Lune

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gift art by @Sam

commission by @Ana

gift art by @Sam