Bhavish

B H A V I S H
⨝ she / they / it ⛦ aro-ace ⛦ seer ⨝
bhavish the wicked / god of famine and fertility
an almost myth-like figure with the ability to see further into the future than any seer of her time. the dragons of the swamps and marshlands often seek her guidance as she brings fertile soils to their farmlands in exchange for sacrifices of the flesh.
Bhavish 	Bhavish
 	
Art By 	aqua
Background Information	Background Information
Creator 	radar
Attribute 	reason, loyalty
Element 	famine, cult magic, candle wax, mud
Animal 	toad, tomato frog
Color 	orange, magenta, hot pink
Song 	black hunger sea • kitty horrorshow
MBTI 	istj-a
Character Information 	Character Information
Nicknames 	the wicked, famine, savior of the marshlands, cassandra (pantalan tribes), she of famine (shamira), sister (ouija, paathak)
Age 	unknown
Gender 	non-binary
Orientation 	aro-ace lesbian
Occupation 	seer, deity, biologist, agriculturalist, scholar, advisor (formerly)
Tribe 	night (divine heritage)
Residence 	vaara, nightwing peninsula (formerly)
Relatives 	shamira (older sibling), paathak (older brother), raaja (older brother), ouija (younger brother)
Allies 	shamira, paathak, ouija, her followers
Enemies 	raaja & his vessels, heretics
Likes 	marshlands, anuran amphibians, respect, devotion, interpreting her visions, knowledge, strategy games, comfort, dark fantasy
Dislikes 	showing weakness, ineptitude, blasphemy, heresy, being used or ignored, disrespect, foolishness, cowardice, intrusive thoughts, being wronged
Abilities 	immortal, night vision, powerful foresight, potent animus magic
Weapons 	magic, talons
Weaknesses 	mute, can't breathe fire, arrogant & stubborn, temperamental, emotionally illiterate, has trouble expressing & accepting certain emotions, holds long grudges, perfectionist, not very progressive or understanding
A P P E A R A N C E
regal, elegant, intimidating. bhavish, child of mud and flesh, has an appearance that strikes fear into even the bravest of heroes. its body is covered in burnt magenta scales, blackened even deeper upon its back and atop its head. two pairs of dark, oval-shaped eyes with goat-like, light pink-orange crosses for pupils. wine red spines go down its back, coated slightly in a pinkish filter. short horns protrude from the back of its head, decorated in ornate, dirty gold paint.
such a color is also seen in thin lines encircling the bottom half of her second pair of eyes, though these are markings, not paint. upon using her clairvoyance, these markings glow faintly. hot pink burns her cheeks, leaving behind circular markings that bleed a little bit into the surrounding scales. this color is shared by a thick scarf the nightwing wears around her neck, completely obscuring it. dark stains from old blood coat the front of it, all around the throat area.
if one were to remove this covering, one would instantly regret it when laying eyes upon the horrific sight she tries so desperately to hide. ugly scarring from a struggle now long in the past, but a memory still fresh in her mind. her throat appears to been torn to ribbons, though the worst of it is sewn up with only a dark, ugly scar remaining, revealing why she is barely able to physically speak in complete sentences. the scarf itself is decorated with embroidery patches that were hastily stitched on by bhavish herself.
a black patch is seen on her left, an orange pentagram made of string is weaved upon it. another is a pale green patch, slightly stained with blood from its placement in the throat-area of the cloth and has a black ankh symbol. a few others dot the right side as well and have more witchy aesthetics. most of her body is blanketed in a thick, slate grey cloak with dirty gold trimmings that is decorated with ornate, burnt gold and brown patterns akin to ancient pottery travelling up and down the sides. cloaks like these are similarly worn by her siblings, though there are slight differences between the ornate patterns around the collar, trimmings, and main body of the cloth. it is only her head, scarf, paws, and tail that stick out from underneath, with everything else being veiled in darkness as she prefers.
dark mud stains the hem from trudging through marshlands and old bloodstains can be seen faintly around the collar. bhavish's wings are a sight to behold, albeit one that comes very rarely as she prefers to hide them. when unfurled they make her appear colossal, a dark obelisk, looming over insignificant and frail mortals. while the tops of them are nothing too interesting, being the same color as her main scales with some added dark magenta near the tips, the undersides are a sight to behold. like an imagined painting of a burning night sky, the undersides of her wings are dark with occasional hellish reds and burnt peaches peeking out from the thick layer of dark clouds.
scattered at complete random, pinprick silvery peach scales dapple the dark world her wings depict, appearing like stars against the darkness. her claws and wing spurs are painted an inky black, glittering dully and often caked, mostly in reference to her talons, with mud. her legs are a burnt magenta, the same color present on the tips of her wings, though it lazily swirls upward into her main scale color. a few visible scars can be seen on her, the most noteworthy being the deep split in her ears. both reach from the tips to the midsection and are of equal length, too neat to be received from combat. what appears to be three lacerations from claw marks can be seen across her back. unlike her other scars, she seems awfully secretive about this one, ensuring to keep it hidden under cloth at all times.
for its build, bhavish is stout and sturdy and, despite towering over the average dragon, it is the shortest of all its siblings. its head is rather triangular shaped with a stubby snout and its paws are more akin to taloned frog feet than anything draconic. two pairs of sharp, yellow teeth stick out from its upper jaw and faint blood stains can be seen dripping from its mouth from whenever it strains its voice. the tail that pokes out from underneath its cloak is rather short and plump at the base. teardrop-shaped scales patter across its sides, brightening its dark palette with some more peach.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
bhavish the wicked, a title given to her from the beasts of old, a thorny crown she wears upon her brows. while the title now holds less water than it did before, the cruel and unforgiving traits that earned her this still remain. the nightwing is very professional, intelligent, and serious, which has made her quite blunt and not very emotion oriented. in fact, she rarely, if at all, shows any type of emotion, preferring to just keep a very cold look about her. she comes from an old world of judgment and were bathed in it throughout her youth until it became a part of herself. bhavish struggles to openly express a variety of emotions that have been stigmatized over the years, particularly happiness, sadness, compassion, fear, or any emotion that is considered soft or weak.
her inherent serious nature has completely eroded any kind of sense of humor she possibly had and now she has little tolerance for flattery or smooth-talking of any kind. she's not usually easy to anger, but she can loose her patience with people of this ilk quite easily if they don't start acting more professional. she's a firm believer in tough love and brutal honesty and uses it as her form of helping others improve themselves. she's only ever really hard on the people she cares about to help them improve, though it can easily come off as (because it is) harsh or emotionally insensitive. she's not the greatest at actually understanding emotions, especially the ones that cause such great turmoil or pain in others. while she has the other person's best interest at heart, she's not the greatest at actually showing it and often ends up doing the opposite of what she intends on doing.
she's not the first person you should look to for emotional support because she isn't... good with the whole... emotions thing. it's the one thing they will admit to not... fully understanding, no matter how deeply it looks into studying it. books can't really teach her how to feel, they can only describe the sensations. bhavish herself can get rather self-conscious when she's being vulnerable or opening up to others. as she tends to see her softer side as weak (mostly due to the stigmatization of such emotions), which is why she doesn't show it... at all and gets embarrassed when she does. she often tries to bury her face in her scarf when this occurs in a vain attempt to hide her emotions. she's also known to get secretly touched when others give her really nice, heartfelt things completely unprompted that aren't just... tied to her duty. she does a good job at hiding her appreciation... which often makes it feel like she doesn't care at all.
it's strange, they're incredibly tactical and are capable of planning out their strategies for entire wars, but when it comes to emotions, they're completely stumped, for they are foreign to them. they can hardly recognize their own feelings, much less the feelings of others, making it difficult for them to comfort those they care about. and it's this emotional illiteracy that has caused them to be so harsh, so unforgiving, so tactically cruel. they can kill others, whether they be their own followers or not, without much guilt, but they're always tactical about it as if they get careless they won't have anyone left to worship them. there's a reason they kill the people they kill, whether it be enacting divine punishment using their magic to spread famine and starvation or weeding out threats to their way of life.
the nightwing is quite level-headed and it takes a lot to have her lose her temper. it's only through continued incompetence, ineptitude, or defiance that she'd ever grow impatient and aggressive. she isn't actively malicious or aggressive and is only cruel when punishing those who have done her very wrong. when standing in the spotlight of war is when she's at her absolute worst, as she becomes incredibly cut-throat and cruel. most of her battle strategies revolve around total war and generally making the opposing populace as miserable and demoralized as possible, which has made rebellions or any kind of pushback against her, or her siblings, oppressive reign incredibly daunting. she never holds back and she can sleep soundly by believing that she is in the right for removing these blasphemous creatures.
she tries to be the voice of reason in any argument as she hates senseless bickering and only argues when she has something to add and wants her voice to be heard. in the past, bhavish has been overlooked or had her genuine insight or advice swept aside in favor of emotion and she hates this. she's trying to bring something to the table, try to give a perspective others might not have thought of only to be ignored or swept to the side. it was this that infuriated her the most about being raaja's advisor, he set her up with this role for giving him advice and as soon as she said something he didn't want to hear, even if it was constructive criticism, he'd push it to the side and stop listening. this is why she gets exceptionally irritable when her advice is ignored or downplayed.
bhavish isn't as creative as her siblings and prefers to engage in things that have already been made rather than come up with them herself. but that doesn't mean she's incapable of creative thought, she just isn't as good at it as her siblings and usually seeks them out for creative assistance. most of her creatives shines through in her passive hobby of studying waterbirds, as she has quite a passion for observing and writing down information about them. not to mention she finds them to be endearing... they're perhaps one of the only things that can make her smile or even chuckle. the nightwing rarely talks about her own passions or hobbies, preferring to just keep that private.
as intelligent and knowledgeable as she may be she's become very arrogant because of it. this is likely due to her high intelligence and her ability to see into the future making her feel as though she's all-knowing. she also isn't one for being criticized or told she's wrong, especially by someone she deems as lesser than her in intelligence and knowledge. she'd only accept such criticisms from shamira if only out of the great respect and admiration she has for them. bhavish used to use her own powerful future sight to back up the credibility of the things she said, but the scars raaja left behind in her mind has made her use this less and less. now she gets a little... uncomfortable when people just ask unprompted about her visions and nothing else, for it feeds back into her deepest insecurities and intrusive thoughts.
she prides herself for her mental strength and being able to handle a lot of stress. but it is this very perception of herself that has limited her ability to healthily express the less pleasant emotions and stunted the healing process from the emotional wounds her brother's abuse left on her. in truth, she's a very private person with very few intimate relationships, that being her relationships with ouija and shamira. it's only in these relationships that she reveals a more tender, caring, and affectionate side that she hides from the rest of the world. she holds those she is intimate with very close because of how... rare and precious they are to her. she truly does wish she can relax more, but she's so work-orientated to actually do so. her mind has become so unfamiliar with relaxation that whenever she actually does so, she feels unhappy, believing she could do something better with this time she thinks she's "wasting" on de stressing.
bhavish is incapable of being intimidated or surprised, whether it be because of her nerves of steel or because of her future sight. she takes her duty as a seer seriously and feels responsible for guiding her siblings and herself through everything because SHE'S the one with the ability to see into the future, so it's HER responsibility to warn them of any future disasters. she's still burdened with a little guilt for not being able to see how dangerous raaja's mental spiral was going to be before it was too late. the nightwing sometimes even beats herself up about how she failed her siblings... the ones who believed in her... who trusted her... she could've prevented it... could've warned them... could've... could've... ugh... what does it matter now? that's all in the past... she can't... it's not important anymore...
they sometimes... question whether or not they're even a good seer, even with this ability to see far into the future... why... why does she still make... mistakes? it's because she takes her job as a seer so seriously that she's set such high standards for herself, it's because of this ability she was burdened with that she's gone down the path of perfectionism. despite acting as though the abuse she received from raaja didn't affect her at all, it has led to her not treating her festering intrusive thoughts and bleeding insecurities, instead opting to just sweep them under the rug. after all, she's stronger than this, why would a few measly words spoken from the mouth of a traitor bother her? why do his words still stick in her mind... make her heart ache when they make their presence known?
the nightwing tries not to delve too deeply into philosophical stuff and self-reflection, because then she'll have to face things about herself she just... doesn't want to explore too deeply. in reality, she just doesn't want to free or worsen her intrusive thoughts, treating it like some sort of pandora's box. it's her greatest fear, her greatest struggle, to not fall into the raging, black ocean of despair and self-hatred as he did. she doesn't want to learn the things she hates about herself, to learn that any of the horrible things raaja said to her back then actually... held... water. as such she avoids anything that might cause her to drift into this thinking, which is not just limited to avoiding philosophical thinking and self-reflection, but also... sentimentality.
she isn't immune to sentimentality, but is incredibly reactive to and isn't sure how to properly process it. the feelings such sappiness gives her are so very, very confusing... like some sort of eldritch horror she can't even begin to comprehend. so, she just tries to push it away, not wanting to show any sign of "weakness." she is constantly denying the things her more sentimental side desires so deeply, she has a deep interest in interpreting her prophecies and visions of the future since they're usually vague. and she used to bond with shamira, someone she admires greatly, over interpreting these. but ever since their brain injury, she figures it best to not bother them with such trifle matters... even if it was... really enjoyable. these visions, along with the bond she formed with shamira because of them, were what inspired her to become a seeker of knowledge like her older sibling. which is why they're a source of great sentimental value to her.
in a way, she seems to want to be like its eldest sibling, wishing to be as... incredible as them. it seeks out knowledge and tries to be the more responsible sibling, though it blatantly lacks the compassion its sibling has that makes them so loved. it was mostly their intelligence, their wisdom, their inner strength that appealed to bhavish, but it's ultimately their compassion, their patience, their unconditional love for their siblings that it finds itself comforted by. there were many a time in the past where it just... needed them. to soak out the emotional pain that was tearing it apart from the inside or to just have someone to... lean into, someone to be vulnerable around without the fear of judgment. they are who it strives to be, both parts wise and compassionate.
A B I L I T I E S
a beast worthy of respect, it's their abilities that have allowed them to make it this far. born in the light of a full moon, one of bhavish's most renowned skills is their ability to see far into the future as well as receive prophecies, though occurrences of that happening have been few. when this ability is in use, the nightwing's pupils will warp and the gold markings below their eyes will begin to glow faintly. this similarly happens when they receive prophecies, though it's obvious receiving them takes a toll on them physically as well as they begin instinctively crying from the pain. they've also reported signs of blurry or unfocused vision and chronic headaches as side effects of using these powers.
though perhaps what they're almost synonymous with is their powerful and incredibly potent animus magic that grants them the power to significantly increase the fertility of soil to promote exponential crop growth. this is the gift they grant to their followers in exchange for sacrifices of the flesh, whether it be other dragons or livestock, a live sacrifice, proof of their undivided devotion to them, is what is needed for their services. those who go against their will are punished severely, spreading famine around the insubordinate communities by draining the soil of all its nutrients and inflicting malnutrition amongst their ranks. this has earned them the title of famine in these unfortunate communities.
the nightwing also uses her magic as a means of convenient transportation, as she has been known to teleport from place to place after chanting an incantation while thinking solely about the place she wishes to go. none have ever laid eyes upon her successfully doing this, as witnesses report getting head-splitting migraines or other symptoms that cause them to instinctively avert their eyes. this piece of magic is something she shares with all her siblings. occasionally, she does prefer walking if the destination is a short-distance away as she enjoys taking in the scenery of her domain and observing the wildlife that resides within it.
she's very tactical with her magic usage and is quite well-read on a few very effective, but cut-throat war tactics she learned from ancient tomes in the now rotting library of shamira. while she rarely has to use this knowledge, her usage of it has earned her some unsavory titles from those negatively affected. due to her injury rendering basically mute, bhavish has become fluent in sign language as a means of communication with others. she has also notably taught this language to her older brother, paathak, just in case he ever needed it. those who follow bhavish are taught at a young age how to use and understand sign language, though she has been known to improvise with those who don't understand or aren't from her domain. during important events or ceremonies she speaks at, bhavish usually has an interpreter on standby.
H I S T O R Y
includes mentions + vague depictions of emotional abuse & violence / gore 
* was born under the nurturing moonlight of a single full moon, which blessed her with incredibly powerful foresight. was the second youngest sibling out of the 5 last remaining gods in pyrrhia.
*wasn't around for the wars between gods, only learning more about them afterwards. is definitely the most well-educated of the three (raaja, bhavish herself, and ouija) who didn't experience it first-hand. would even argue she knows more about than paathak, who has first-hand experience, albeit briefly.
*caught the attention of the others (maybe came into possession of a relic in a similar way that raaja does, idk) and her position as famine connected her to her siblings.
*her powers of foresight would soon become a source of conflict between her and her older brother, raaja, who wasn't gifted with any abilities from the moons despite being born in the same conditions as her. 
**in exchange, her powers would help her form a very close bond with her eldest sibling, shamira, who she would often turn to when interpreting her visions because they were the brightest.
*the marshlands of the mudwing territories would soon become her domain. the soil there was unnaturally poor and could not grow crops, the residents grew hungry as their livestock starved and more and more people began to escape the growing famine. it was her that pulled the lands out of destruction, using her magic to make the soil incredibly rich and fertile. for her troubles, she became the god of the marshlands and was worshipped by all who lived there. sacrifices of the flesh would be given in exchange for fertile soils with the punishment for not doing so being famine.
* became close with her eldest sibling, shamira, for they both sought out knowledge, bhavish to a significantly lesser degree than mira. would also get help with leading vaara (the mudwing territories) from them. does eventually form a bond with ouija, the youngest of the five, who was living with shamira as he was still receiving his education from them.
*he didn't originally seem to... like... her and his disrespect got on her nerves, though she was doing her best to be patient. she'd discipline him whenever he acted out and was a little hard on him and strict, trying to root out his vanity and selfishness. he'd eventually shed these traits the day he lost his first pair of antlers and a genuine bond blossomed from there.
*she chose to care for him when shamira was busy. at first, she only did this because she didn't think raaja or paathak would be any good at caring for him. raaja disliked ouija and vice versa and paathak was paathak.
*of course, just like the others, she too moved to the nightwing peninsula at the behest of shamira, who seemed... worried. raaja did seem a bit... off when she met him, though only shamira seemed actually concerned. both for raaja himself and... what he was planning.
*more or less as compensation, raaja gave all his siblings a council-like position, giving bhavish the position as seer and advisor, and a place to live inside his temple. during her time here, she began to feel herself get more weary... more resentful... more homesick... they were only allowed to keep tabs on their own domains and could only visit for short periods of time. before they had to go... back... to that blackened prison of stone that was called a temple.
*raaja's mental state deteriorated and soon it was impossible to ignore. and his words... they became crueler as he grew more frustrated with her. she'd give him advice, he'd get displeased and begin berating and belittling her, and then the cycle would continue. soon his insults became more... directed, more... personal.
*he said that she was worthless... that she was insufferable... pretentious... arrogant... nothing more than a fool who thinks themself intelligent through the possession of prophetic powers... he said she was unlovable... that others could only ever "love" her because of her foresight... he said that... that he couldn't understand as to why... as to why anyone could stand to be in earshot of her for any other reason than to use her for her gift...
* sometimes... she would go to her room and break down into tears and hate herself for letting him get to her... for letting him tear her apart from the inside... for being so... weak. during these times she refused to leave her room for days until someone else forced her out. or when she managed to force herself out, repressing the pain, the self-hatred burning the inside of her brain... and just... keep moving forward... the show must go on, after all.
*raaja's abuse nearly stretched her to her breaking point, but he broke before she could.
*she tries hard... to forget the things he said to her that day... the pure malice and hatred in his eyes. she wasn't afraid, she just... wasn't... prepared. she remembered the sharp sensation of long, crooked talons piercing her neck and cutting her throat to ribbons. she remembered trying to yell curses at him, but only dark, gurgling blood came out and she began to choke on her own fluids. raaja watched on, cold and distant, no emotion shown in his eyes anymore. as though silencing her was some sort of... release for him.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
shamira
her eldest sibling. she was very close with them once, bonding over interpreting the visions and prophecies she would receive and their shared passion for seeking out knowledge. their library was a thing of grandeur, though she feels as though its upkeep matters more to her than anyone else as of now for it has sadly become quite overgrown from neglect despite her efforts. she cares for mira deeply and still holds a great amount of respect and admiration for them. despite how close she was to them, it was never on the same level of complete emotional understanding and honesty that they had with raaja.
she did think they could've been more assertive with him, but she feels as though that's not her area to speak on, for she never really knew the true depths of their bond. what raaja did to them was truly unforgivable and she couldn't believe her eyes when she discovered that even the one who believed in and loved him the most wasn't spared from his wrath. she can't help but feel... betrayed. and yet, to her surprise, not even the abuse they suffered wasn't enough for them to hate raaja for what he'd done to them. they still agreed to the binding spell, "out of necessity, not hatred." they said. she doesn't understand how they can be so... forgiving, but she isn't one to judge. emotions will always be foreign to her.
she visits them frequently to check in on their wellbeing and takes care of them during their low-functioning days as they often forget to take care of themself. other times she visits just to keep them company and ensure they don't get lonely, it's on these occasions that she finally lets herself relax a little bit and enjoys playing board games or sewing with them. they're still close, but mira themself feels more... distant. they immediately recognize her less and less and, while their injury has thankfully not worsened their mental faculties as much as she fears, it hasn't... improved either. during times when mira is unable to help others, bhavish takes up their role as the one to go to for answers instead. though, during these times, even she will admit she'll never be on their level of knowledge or wisdom.
they're the only one she uses a nickname for, as she isn't too big on the usage of them, finding them rather childish. but the nickname mira, no matter how much she dislikes the one who coined it, always felt so... nice... and it makes her feel closer to them. very positive
paathak
her eldest brother. to say she had a perfectly positive relationship with him would be a complete fabrication. while she wouldn't say she hated him, some of his... tendencies made him frustrating to work with. he never liked leaving his comfort zone, often removing himself from any situation that brought him discomfort, but this often meant she had to pick up after him as he often left all the problems he didn't want to deal with to her. paathak also wasn't really one to listen, even before he lost his hearing. he only ever listened to what he wanted to hear... and drowned out anything he didn't. his inherent cowardice and selfishness made if difficult for her to respect or fully rely on him.
she had to be more assertive and commanding to make him stay put and not run at the first sign of danger and have her deal with it, but it seemed this approach only pushed him away further. the two... rarely spent time together, as paathak had grown more and more reclusive, which she believed is partially because he didn't want to deal with her, to the point that they mostly only interacted when their divine duties told them to. and outside of that, he only really invited her to things he wanted to do. mostly formal parties or just walks on the beach... though she only liked the latter option since she wasn't too big into socializing and often ended up silently standing in a corner doing nothing. she wasn't even sure why he even went to such ridiculous things... what did he even do at them?
even if she was hard on him and had her gripes with the more frustrating aspects of his personality... she did care about him and his wellbeing. his taste in scenery was... simply beautiful and his temple... it's perhaps one of the prettiest things she'd ever laid eyes upon... even though she wasn't quite sure why he put so much effort into making it so. his hobbies, namely his passion for "interior design," from what she knew of them, eluded her... for they didn't have any actual use other than aesthetic. at least her hobbies include the gathering of knowledge, but his were just... confusing to her. at least the two bonded over sea life, something paathak did seem quite interested in.
she's had a few intimate moments with him in the past when she... wasn't doing well. he wasn't the greatest at being... completely supportive. she didn't expect him to be as he wasn't the greatest with words, but he did, for the first time in a long while, listen to her. that memory, the two of them on a moonlit beach, it... will never be forgotten. mixed - strained
raaja
her other older brother, though she only calls him a monster now. from the very start she didn't have the greatest relationship with him, for fate didn't favor him, causing an immediate rift in their relationship. he didn't resent her, not at first, he merely resented the ability she possessed... an ability he himself should've possessed as well... but didn't. and as some cruel joke, fate even had the audacity to mark him with two silver teardrop-shaped scales near the corner of his eyes. a bitter reminder of what he lacks. she knew naught of how truly horrible that made him feel, never really trying to understand, as she was the one who had to deal with the aftermath of his unfortunate twist of fate.
their relationship only worsened as time went on. especially so after he forced all his siblings to uproot their pre-established lives to look after him. during her time there, she acted as his seer and, to some extent, his advisor., though it was only a matter of time before her voice fell on deaf ears. it was during the times he was the most desperate that he began revealing his... true colors. whenever she were to say something he didn't want to hear, he’d snap at her, belittle her until she couldn’t keep a stoic expression and began to break down. she despised how he made her feel, how... worthless and weak she felt, and then she hated herself for letting him get to her.
he said... many belittling things to her, seeing all her flaws as though they were laid out in front of him and then reading them off to her in the cruelest way possible. raaja was the only one who managed to hurt her... and his words... his abuse... left scars on her mind that would never heal. she's locked up all the hurt he gave her, all the emotional abuse that caused her so much mental turmoil, all so she can prove herself to be strong-willed. all so she can prove that... that he didn't get to her. she doesn't pity him nor does she spend every waking moment despising him, she has better things to do with her time after all, but she truly believes that the punishment he received for his transgressions was completely deserved. extremely negative
ouija
her younger brother. had a very intimate relationship with him, one of the two closest bonds she ever had... a sentiment shared by the rainwing. the two usually talked about the card game they developed together, often discussing different strategies and unique synergies between cards. even though they initially struggled to communicate clearly to one another after they received their respective injuries, the two soon developed a form of communication that worked for both of them. the bond the two shared meant a lot to her as her bond with ouija was the closest she had ever gotten to someone else. despite how close she was with shamira, it was a far cry from what these two had.
respected him a lot and was sensitive to his insecurities but was also there to assist him even if he pretended he didn't want or need it. she knew him well enough to know when he wanted help but was too fearful of being seen as weak to actually ask. his insatiable hunger, caused by the sheer amount of power that he held within himself, was something he was deeply ashamed of despite no real blame falling on him for it to be inflicted upon him. nevertheless, she did her best to help satiate it, providing him with food when he was most desperate and on the brink of falling into his bestial desires.
he was never the best with words, something she could painfully relate to, but he did enjoy gifting her various carnivorous or otherwise poisonous plants that grew in his domain and just... talk about them. he could get so passionate about all sorts of things, from plants to his creations, and it always made her feel... happy. just hearing him talk for hours about something that meant so much to him just brought a smile to her face. she would return the favor for everything he did for her with not only food, but also various interesting plants and mushrooms that nested in her domain. she... appreciated how he saw the beauty in her domain that only shamira and bhavish herself had previously seen.
she adored, admired even, his innate ability to identify different beasts. this was perhaps one thing he never truly grew out of, a deep love and respect for wildlife. it's what inspired her to become a hobbyist biologist, what caused her to have such a fascination for wildlife. she isn't as good as he was... she doesn't think she'll ever have whatever bond he has with beasts, but he showed her a side of the world she'd found unassuming before then. this didn't stop them from occasionally having their issues, however, though such things were more common when ouija was much younger. she found him a bit... reckless for he wasn't one for plans, only spontaneity and chaos. after all, that was in his nature. very positive
pallas
another rotting root of change, grown strong by the toxic waters of the one who waits below. many have come before it and all of them have met the same fate. she, and her family, grow weary of this endless war that he insists on fighting. it shall perish along with the others, she can't- she won't let herself make another mistake. not again. she shall bleed, she shall be steadfast, she shall protect. for them... for them... for them... extremely negative
cassandra
their relationship to the actual pantalan deity is none as the two never have and never will interact. after all, cassandra lived and died many years before bhavish had even been conceived. they've only heard of her through stories told from the hivewings that worshipped her... and are now continuing to worship her through them. the only knowledge they have of her is that she was a powerful seer who acted as a guide for the tribe she led... an ancient tribe now extinct... foretelling of any possible disasters so she could protect them. though she would end up meeting her demise when the ground swallowed her whole. they... won't admit it, but the strange connection the two seers has makes them... uncomfortable... and flustered.
they're confused more than anything, as information on this being is... unavailable. one thing is for certain.... they don't want to be compared to or seen as her. they are themself... they don't want... they won't let... their own identity to be taken from them. mixed
T R I V I A
 
*moral alignment is lawful neutral.
* right-handed.
*fantasizes about hibernating in the mud during the winter and how much better that would be compared to staying awake through the whole thing. while it's rare, she enjoys wallowing in pools of warm mud within geothermal springs. looks so... at peace while she's wallowing.
* enjoys feeding ducks lettuce and birdseed. these creatures are one of the few things that can get a chuckle out of her.
*doesn't have much of a sense of humor, but cute animals being cute animals is comedic to her. most satirical or sarcastic-based humor goes over her head and most other attempts at comedy she doesn't find funny.
**also finds quite a few of ouija's little mannerisms adorable.
*always wears her cloak and gets visibly uncomfortable and very self-conscious without it. this is also likely why she keeps her wings downwards, to hide her body. is very particular about hiding the scar on her back from any and all eyes.
*favorite animals are toads and anuran amphibians in general. favorite colors are scarlet and gold.
*can sleep with her head up. looks very... graceful when she sleeps... like a warm, breathing statue.
*is symbolized by a scarlet toad and most anuran amphibians are symbols of fertility and good luck. followers of bhavish often wear toad-shaped charms or similar accessories / trinkets for good luck and for a good harvest. 
**statues of frogs, usually carved of stone or some material that is resistant to the elements are sometimes put out by the farmers of bhavish's domain to watch over their farmlands and ward away evil that is said to bring famine and rot.
**it's believed by those of bhavish's domain that killing anuran amphibians will lead to great misfortune in that being's future.
**similarly, it's believed that coming across the body of a deceased anuran amphibian is a bad omen or a sign of famine and misfortune in the near future. rituals are often performed to or around the body of the fallen creature in order to prevent this from happening.
*she's often artistically depicted holding a pair of balances or weighing scales above her head while observing it. in these depictions she often has a sideways hourglass symbol on her forehead.
*love languages are quality time, gift-giving, and acts of service. 
**can also be physically affectionate with exclusively her siblings... but only when they want it.
*wrote an unpublished book about the birds that are native to vaara. it was just a passion project of hers. has put it on hold due to a certain puppet wrecking havoc.
*bhavish uses feminine and gender-neutral titles interchangeably. she has a preference for feminine titles.
*her snores sound like toad calls. but, due to her injury, this sound has become a lot more hoarse and quiet. she also lays down like anuran amphibians would.
*in their original concepts they were going to be the royal seer of the night queen and was also going to be in the myverse. this was scrapped due to their lore and the very fact that they were a deity conflicted too much with the lore of the myverse.
*was also originally going to be a lot more accepting of different cultures, but this was scrapped due to it not fitting with their personality anymore.
*after i had gotten down the concept that she was going to be ruling of the mudwing territories, i tried to make her a mudwing, but i couldn't properly cut out her prophetic powers (a very important part of her character) to do that, so i stuck with her just being a nightwing.
* the best way to make her angry is by mispronouncing words or using improper grammar. it bothers her to no end.
* tends to puff up a bit when angry, might also produce a low growl and have dark smoke billow from her nostrils. she may also show anger by raising her head upwards and looking down at whatever angered her while growling softly.
*favorite foods are lamb and honey-covered insects.
**these are the most common offerings given to her because of this fact. during celebrations of good harvests, these foods are often prepared and eaten.
*draws hyper-realistically and only ouija, shamira, and bhavish herself seem to like it. it just... creeps everyone else out and she isn't quite sure why.
*grabs or buries her snout in her scarf when she's embarrassed, flustered, uncomfortable, or touched. before she had her scarf, she would just bury her face into her hands.
*is quite a fast writer, something they learned to be because of ouija. often he'd go to her to have her write down worldbuilding or just general idea concept notes for him. these would occur when ouija would be stricken with, in his words, "divine inspiration," or just a bunch of ideas flooding into him mind at once.
**she's also quite good at keeping up those who talk quickly since ouija does this while excitedly info-dumping on her. whenever she did have to tell him to slow down, she would lightly pat him on the shoulder.
*used to play the piano, but has since fallen off due to the... emotions it brings out of her. shamira taught her how to play a long time ago. she still sometimes plays... for them.
*once had a relic around her neck, this was a gift from the last ancient god, a symbol of her divine status. it would collect the devotion of her followers as use it to strengthen her magic. however, a long time ago, she... broke it, though she didn't tell a soul about this, fearful of their reaction. she still carries to broken relic around her neck, though she hides it under her scarf so no one can see it.
*has not lost her throat, she merely keeps it hidden within the depths of the marshlands. in a small temple overgrown with menticide, it rests on sacred grounds that no mere mortal is allowed to trend onto without divine permission.
** her throat is said to be a relic capable of gifting one with enhanced physical strength for a short period of time.
* bhavish was, by far, the hardest of the 5 to draw expressions for due to her narrow eyes and head shape not meshing properly with my usual large, expressive eyes and mouths.
*keeps carnivorous plants from both ouija's and her own domain, though she isn't very good at keeping them alive because she's often too busy to take proper care of them. ouija often tends to them whenever they spend time together at bhavish's temple. outside of this, her followers may tend to them when they're in the area, but must be careful not to get eaten by them.
*she is believed by those from pantala who immigrated to pyrrhia to be the reincarnation of cassandra, a powerful nightwing seer who led both hivewings and silkwings to the promised land, where the hives would be built. though said promised land would also lead to her demise as she fell down a sinkhole, only in her death did she become a god of fortune, wisdom, and hope. while the two have no known connection between one another (bhavish doesn't even know who cassandra is), they do have some similarities. namely in their future-seeing, having two pairs of eyes, and having golden markings below the second pair.
**the hivewings and silkwings who immigrated over typically worship bhavish, calling her cassandra, and give her sacrifices of the flesh in return for visions of the future as opposed to fertile soil.
**bhavish gets worked up and flustered when she's called cassandra and demands they call her by name.
*doesn't drink often, but she does like sweeter alcoholic drinks, like hard lemonades or other sweet cocktails. usually drinks when she's upset, overwhelmed, or overly stressed and is often hard on herself for how bad she is as self-moderation. isn't the biggest fan of alcohol, mostly, in part, due to paathak's... self-medicating. she's seen him while he's under the influence, how much of a drunken, maudlin fool it makes him. 
**she also sees the consumption of alcohol as a form of coping as a sign of her own personal weakness, taking advantage of her when she's at her weakest, and that shame alone keeps her away. not to mention how horrible it makes her feel emotionally afterwards... which may be in part from both shame and embarrassment. thinks she should be better than this and not be so... irresponsible and stupid. she remains steadfast in making sure alcohol doesn't control her life... she's better than this... she's better than this...
**feels guilty and frustrated with her own mind when she even starts thinking about drinking.
*calls her intrusive thoughts her pandora's box. something she dare not open lest it cause her great mental anguish. seems to even visualize them as a box and has had reoccurring lucid dreams where this said box has fallen off a shelf and broken open on to the floor, freeing some unspeakable horror within.
**isn't sure if these are actually nightmares, visions of the future or, perhaps, a mixture of the two. isn't unfamiliar with having prophetic dreams that tell of things to come with surreal aspects and has been known to write down her dreams... just in case they're actually prophecies.
*is very talkative in her mind and seems to have even manifested a little voice in her head to talk to when she's alone. internally monologues to herself a lot and often internally sings herself to sleep.
*though she is unable to breathe fire due to her injury, smoke may billow out of her snout and / or mouth when she is displeased or angry. smoke might gently curl out of her snout when content, happy, or at peace, this smoke is noticeably lighter in color to the smoke that comes out when she's angry or displeased.
**she still physically has everything she needs (except her throat) to produce flames. this has made her pleasantly warm to the touch. those who have physically touched bhavish describe it as "like touching a warm, sun-bathed rock" or "like a warm stove."
**while this is a trait shared by all fire-breathing tribes, it's just more noticeable in bhavish due to her size.
*when tired, she may close one of her two sets of eyes and then occasionally switch between the pairs to rest them.
**bhavish, like all who have multiple pairs of eyes, has a dominant pair, with her secondary pair being underneath. she can see clearly out of her dominant pair, while her secondary pair are unfocused and blurry, though she's still capable of seeing out of them. it's part of her peripheral vision.
**she can switch between which pair of eyes she wants to see out of, but there will always be one pair she sees clearly our of while the other pair's vision is blurry.
**she can't focus her vision with both pairs at once as that gives her a headache.
*holds grudges that can last a lifetime. thankfully she doesn't have too many.
*is too serious and temperamental to talk to most dragonets and usually just has others speak to them in her place if the situation demands for it. her way of speaking gets visibly more awkward and stilted when she tries to talk to dragonets like a parent would. prefers to just treat them like they're little adults.
G A L L E R Y
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