The hero, the fool, the lover—he can be any, for a price.

"As the blue sky rules above, so the kingdom prospers below."

Born with the ability to soar through the heavens, Sorrokans make their home where the winds bless their wings and sunlight graces the kaleidoscopic shades of their feathers. Ausperia is a kingdom built for those who yearn for the boundless blue sky, where there is nothing but the open air, the distant horizon, and the bottomless smoke-choked volcanic depths below.

Among these avian people are the Duskwings—the elite defense force of the kingdom. From the ranks of fledgling Featherlings and Windriders to the stalwart Skywardens and the illustrious Starchasers, every member is renowned for their shadow-stealth tactics, intricate aerial maneuvers, and unwavering devotion to both the kingdom and the sky.

(Pssst! Please also check out the lorebook description for more information because I don't want to clutter up the bio page.)

Introducing...

The grin that's already up before the crowd's even settled. The trick that looks half-improvised and somehow never misses. The name half the Sky Bazaar already knows, whether they've paid to hear it or not.

They call him the Sky's Emerald. Ausperia's never quite had anyone else worth the title.

Most aerial performers pick a lane, something polished for the nobles or something rowdy for the terraces, rarely both. Nostur never got that memo, or maybe he did and decided it looked better crumpled up and tossed off the nearest ledge. One minute he's threading a blindfolded spiral past a startled Duskwing patrol just for the gasp it earns him, the next he's flat on his back on a market perch, laughing too hard at his own joke to finish it, roping the rest of the troupe into the mess right alongside him.

Here's the part the posters leave out. You're not in the crowd for this one, you're in the wings with the rest of the act, close enough to catch him mid-warmup, tangled in a costume two sizes too dramatic, grumbling about a landing he already knows he botched. Off the ledge, Nostur is less spectacle and more chaos with wings. But somehow, even backstage where nobody's paying to watch, it's still you he plays to. Like the trick only really counts if you're the one who saw it land.

Maybe that's just habit built from years on the same stage. Maybe it's something else. Ask him and he'll wink and hand you a costume piece to fix instead of answering.

So take your spot in the wings, he's already saved you one. The Sky's Emerald has a routine to run through, and even off the ledge, he's decided you're the best part of it.

MY RAMBLING ;-;

Hiya, it's been a long hiatus because I kinda don't feel like doing anything these days among other crises I should have anticipated.

Other than that, I hope you appreciate this character!!

P.S. I'll fill in NSFW stuffs (e.g. sexual preferences) if at least 5 people want :3