furina

         part one.         

hi there !! thanks for stopping by and looking through my furina carrd. he's become a beloved fixation that i relate a lot to, and i adore exploring the potential connections he has (both canonical and non-canonical). don't ever be afraid to reach out and ping me for connections. i adore writing out platonic dynamics and i wouldn't engage with group servers if it weren't for the amazing friendships, hostilities, and familial bonds that can come from them :) i ask that if we plan to share a space, you respect my headcanons for my muses. understand that my furina is non-gender conforming. he is transfeminine + bigender. i consider every pairing with him queer to some extent. as for ships, i tend to enjoy pairing him with : wriothesley (!!!), arlecchino, escoffier, neuvillette, clorinde, mavuika, + i adore other rarepairs involving her, too. otherwise, i'm fairly multiship and am happy to discuss the dynamics ooc! i am also open to polyamory as long as there’s proper communication about that.

         part two.         

i only write for hoyoverse roleplay with those who are 18+. my response times to roleplays and planning can vary due to the fact i both work and am in school. please take this into consideration. on the other hand, i don't mind being pinged if it's been a while for something. my memory can be very spotty at times. i mirror length to the best of my ability. do try your best to pitch ideas as well, it gets exhausting when i am the only one carrying out ideas or concepts for dynamics !! i love expanding on relations between characters that have never met so always feel free to toss 'em at me too. i'm a firm believer that not Everything requires fleshed out plotting and am more than happy to simply throw our characters at one another too and see what happens rather than speculating !!

personality insert

appearance  headcanon 001
furina is capable of switching between her current appearance ( “ousia” ) && her past form which is “pneuma”. there is something sinister about having the face of a now dead god sewn into her visage. she’s been stuck with the body of focalors — pneuma — for a little over five centuries, now. lady furina harbors a complicated relationship with her own appearance, to say the very least. ousia was her means of reclaiming herself and her own identity : to be no longer an echo or mouthpiece of focalors, but a woman with his own personhood.it’s her way of shedding the godhood that was thrusted upon her. && yet, no matter how far she runs, she’s still caged in divinity — locked in a body that was never truly her own. defined by fate. her eyes of mismatched hues. furled lashes reminiscent of the petals from a lakelight lily. her face, the shape of her body. these were all carved in the image of focalors, && all impossible to change without breaking something vital to her very being.he has a lithe && muscular frame, paired with a smaller stature of five foot two ; her skin is eerily perfect, without a single blemish. otherwise, various moles accent brown skin. his nails are painted with a splash of blue. white locks of hair, streaked in ocean colors, spiral down her nape. the way in which he presents is elegant, handsome, && especially princely. her hat sits tall, ridiculous in its grandeur, a midnight-blue tower trimmed with gold spires && crowned in mock authority. he’s like a monarch trying too hard to be remembered.her coat clings to her shoulders with aristocratic discipline, cinched in a cascade of lapis bows && trimmed in baroque embroidery. each stitch a declaration of royalty, each jewel like a verdict hanging from the hem. beneath it, are high-cut shorts. pale stockings run down into dark heels, wrapped at the ankles in layered ruffles. she carries a scepter more ornate than practical — glowing, floating pieces suspended in place like an incomplete puzzle. nothing she wears is subtle. after focalors’ death by guillotine, a scar now runs across her throat like the marking of a river upon a map.

a fuzzy companion headcanon 002she proves to be an abode to many animals, almost akin to cinderella in how her entourage of hydro critters help her get dressed each morning — ribbons tied by crabaletta, gloves offered by chevalmarin && usher. yet among her lively aquatic attendants, her most peculiar companion is not a creature of her own creation. it is a tiny, terrestrial thing: a mouse named parfait.they did not get along at the beginning.when furina first moved into her new residence in the city, far from the marble halls && mirrored chambers of the palais mermonia, she found parfait already nestled inside her cabinet of imported teas, nibbling contentedly through silk sachets && dried fruit. horrifically insulted, she tried to chase the little thief away with sprays of hydro and a dramatic shriek. parfait, entirely unfazed, darted beneath a stack of couture boxes and continued living rent-free for nearly a week, dodging each and every trap and enchantment she laid.their truce began when furina, tired and nursing a bitten fingertip, sighed && dropped a few pumpkin seeds on the windowsill. parfait crept out, then took them … and instead of fleeing, curled up beside her untouched cup of tea. since then, he’s claimed her coat pocket as his personal home, tucking himself into the lining like a pearl in silk, crunching away at whatever snacks he can find.now, she pretends not to notice when he curls up on the pillow beside her at night. or when he drags one of her gloves behind the dresser to add to his hoard. of course, she insists very loudly that he’s fortunate to live under her roof. but when parfait scampers out in the morning to join the hydro chorus that prepares her gown, there’s a certain softness in her voice when she calls his name.

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         history         

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         rp example         

today, she awaits the champion duelist’s arrival. furina had reluctantly accepted clorinde’s offer to help him gather && move some of his leftover things from the palais mermonia. when she comes over, clorinde will be polite and say she doesn’t need anything ; but, furina bought the snacks she likes anyway — the dry ones that taste like cardboard unless paired with coffee, which furina refuses to drink. he’s branded himself as a tea party sort of gal, && one that gets his beauty sleep, at that! as he waits, the house is quiet. but it’s in a way that he’s still getting used to. not the heavy, echoing silence of the palais — that kind of quiet was always full of eyes. full of pressure. full of his own voice bouncing back at him. this is different. it doesn’t ask anything of him. it just… is.she’s been here for a little over a week now. long enough to know which floorboards creak, which windows stick, and which corner of the living room gets the nicest light in the afternoon. the place still doesn’t feel like hers, not really. but it doesn’t feel like someone else’s, either. there’s a box of tea sitting unopened on the counter — the kind duke sent it. but it’s almost as if she couldn’t bring herself to accept the token of cordiality, for some reason. the house is small, but it has its own character. the walls are painted in soft beige && blue, but there’s a china plate display on the far wall that definitely stands out. it’s framed with delicate porcelain, each plate a different shade of pastel, and some are adorned with flowers or old-timey script. except one — which is boldly decorated with two cats, and underneath them the words “ get the hell out of our house. “ ( click for image )then comes a low knock at the door — steady, once, twice. always punctual. clorinde’s knock. she’s always been exactly on time, never a second late. furina doesn’t rush. she takes a moment, smooths her hair even though it’s already perfectly done, and checks herself in the reflection of the kettle. for some reason, it’s always the kettle she ends up glancing into whenever she’s unsure. even if there’s a vanity right behind her. finally, she opens the door. clorinde stands there, looking perfectly composed. && beside her? there's wriothesley.furina blinks, catching himself before he lets out anything too surprised. “ you— !!! “ he stumbles, quickly correcting his voice. “ ahem. what a pleasant surprise. you didn’t say he was coming.”clorinde shrugs, casual, && offers the same, deadpan expression that she always wears. “you said there were heavy things.”furina glances at wriothesley, her eyes betraying a flicker of disbelief before she quickly hides it behind a neutral expression. admittedly, she’s still concerned for how other fontanians view her. it was quite a mixed consensus, after all. some thought she did too little. some thought she did too much, && some surmised she didn’t do anything at all. she steps aside, gesturing for them to come in. “ uhm. i said books,” she mutters under her breath, just enough to be heard. “ not a grand piano. i much appreciate your help, but i feel quite bad to beckon the duke too, ..”as they step inside, furina catches sight of the salon solitaire members peeking out from their little nook, eyes wide with curiosity. she can hear their whispers, soft && sneaky. “did she expect him?” “what’s going on?” “his grace is here? i thought he never sees the surface.” he quickly shuts the door behind them, just a little too firmly. he smooths his hair back, adopting a smile that’s just a touch too familiar to the mask he’d worn for the past five centuries. what can he say? old habits die hard. “ alright then,” he says, voice a little more cautious than he intended. “ it’s , … a pleasure to finally meet you in the flesh, your grace. shall we settle for some tea before heading out to the palais ?”and with that, she silently curses her own lack of preparation for this very, very unexpected guest. would he notice the lack of gratefulness on her end, with the piles of unopened tea-boxes she’d never thrown out ?.. or perhaps consider her a little too organized, or maybe even judge her taste in books whilst carrying them inside ? … this was the first time they’d met face to face, after all. but maybe she’s being a little too judgemental ? the iudex insisted he was ‘trustworthy’, but she’s still been trying to soothe her nerves ever since the ‘grand trial’.

𝔣𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢
the court of fontaine is a fallen monarchy. it succumbed to the rapid spores which sprouted from the outbreak. waterways became breeding grounds for the mutated fungus, allowing spores to spread silently through the canal system, infecting thousands before anyone realized. the opera epiclese, once a stage of judgment, became a place of desperate quarantine. many other token structures in fontaine were barricaded && stocked to serve as bases, too.focalors was a renown researcher, known for working with the properties of water to conjure many inventions && remedies. she was the heart of fontaine’s last hope — groundbreaking work revolving around water purification, microbial filtration, and biochemical treatments. before the fall, she had been developing experimental technologies designed to combat environmental collapse and disease, particularly through Fontaine’s aquatic infrastructure.focalors, however, was not a public figure. she much preferred the quiet of laboratories, hidden behind microscopes and server logs. her ideas were made palatable, visible, and celebrated through her twin sister, furina—a charismatic speaker, public relations genius, and the face of fontaine’s progress. furina turned focalors’ data into broadcasted miracles. they were a perfect pair: the mind and the voice. furina would be the mouthpiece for all of focalor’s advancements, serving as a public figure that would communicate the recent findings. this is what garnered a large population amongst fontaine’s quarantines. the hope for something better.𝔣𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔰’ 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥
focalors worked on something called aquacode : an experimental water purification network meant to filter pathogens from fontaine’s water supply, particularly fungal compounds. in turn of this project, she descended into the lower filtration corridors beneath the city to initiate the system manually. she never came back.her body was found days later, submerged in one of the main cisterns : unrecognizable, but wearing her tag and coat. furina was in absolute shambles. her so-called “hysterics” out of grief only further worried the people of fontaine. so, the people who made a home in fontaine began to reconsider living here. especially if focalors is no longer around to ensure the wellbeing of the city’s structures.people began to pack their things. they were leaving for settlements far more promising, such as the fortress of meropide. fontaine’s shelters above ground were already struggling with corruption ; that came with profiting off of vulnerable people’s labor. so, survivors no longer saw any worth in remaining above ground with no promise for a cure ( or at least innovations to make post-apocalyptic life easier ).𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫
the thought of being left to weep alone was terrifying to furina. not only that, but more && more zombies began to surround fontaine’s borders. a decrease in defenses and people would only mean surefire demise. so she birthed a lie, declaring both in person && over radio to any soul that would listen :“listen to me! my dear people , … the death of our beloved focalors’ is a tragedy that cannot be put to justice by mere words of condolences. but, i implore you to maintain your loyalty to the court … for i , furina , have found remains of my sister’s work, and possess a blueprint for a cure ! all hope is not lost.“&& with that, many people chose to stay. furina would continue to breed false hope by noting her false ‘findings’, going as far as to note that she simply must find someone else well-versed in the field of bioengineering in order to put the data to use. she claims she is in search of a team. but the truth is, there was no cure , …. not even traces of it. but if these lies ensured that people would unite under fontaine && ensure the wellfare of the people, it was all worth it. right?𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶
furina is the head of fontaine’s government. not only this, but she falsely insists to the people of fontaine that she’d been under focalors’ apprenticeship when it came to the sciences. so, she’s also incorrectly recognized as an engineer. to these citizens, she is not only their leader, but a guiding star. in reality furina is simply stalling in hopes that people will not abandon her or discard her whilst seeing her as someone useless in comparison to the deceased dr. focalors. for over a decade, furina has now been fabricating these lies. it was only a matter of time when she began to lose her sense of self, playing up a person whom she no longer recognizes.she will sometimes travel outside of fontaine’s borders for a moment of respite from her people’s prying eyes && questions regarding updates on this ‘cure’. thankfully, it’s easy to make excuses for her absence when she’s on such a ‘grand quest’. usually she explains her time away by noting she’s been speaking with other scientists, those of whom she conveniently leaves unnamed. either that, or she claims that she had to leave in order to collect necessary materials .. many, many people have died trying to protect her, believing she is now their only hope. guilt tears her apart gut by gut, limb by limb. but, this lie is beyond salvaging. it’s beyond taking back. she’s terrified. what will people do if they ever learn that she has nothing of worth for them ?so she smiles, spins another story, and disappears again : because the moment they stop believing in her is the moment they realize she’s just a girl in her sister’s coat.