On the surface, Zemira Kaltain was just like every other kid from Saltspire... and that's exactly how she liked it. She had no desire to stand out and only wished to be accepted by her peers. She was pretty but not too pretty, smart but hid it well enough- a great blend of averages that she spent her childhood perfecting. Her beauty and charm were a mask that Zem wore. Under the surface, she was terrified of what was there- a darkness and a knowing that made her feel other, like she didn't belong. Her mother let her know in no uncertain terms that Zem would never be accepted or happy if she didn't stamp out that part of her, “Weird girls don't find husbands to take care of them. Nobody likes outsiders. You'll live alone and afraid your entire life if you don't fit in.”
Despite the growing resentment towards her mother and the fact that her mostly absent father disagreed, she crafted her mask and hoped that no one ever breached her wall. They never did. Her performance was too good, and she soon found friends in the popular crowd. She went to parties and dated and had the most delightfully average time in school. Only one person knew her for her true self- a boy, a brother in every way but name. Char. They grew up side by side, and he saw her for who she was from day one. She could never craft a mask good enough to fool him, but Char wasn't concerned about fitting in or popularity.
Gradually, they saw less and less of each other, and Zem sunk deeper into the façade she created around her life, losing touch with who she really was. Unfortunately, that's how Zem learned that you can't lock away and ignore power. At some point it will come out, and you can either learn to control it or explode with it.
Charlemagne Vif Brume
What’s in a name? Familial bond? A divine hope for the future? A promise? All may very well be the case, so it’s a shame Charlemagne hates his.