Ianthe

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Name: Ianthe

Age: 19 (Biologically)

God/Titan Parent: Pan and Circe

Mortal Parent: N/A

Species: Satyr (Panes)

Appearance: Her faceclaim is Luca Hollestelle (Permission from Lissy to share!)

Personality: "I believe the world is incomprehensibly beautiful—an endless prospect of magic and wonder."

- Ansel Adams

Introspective and curious are two words to describe Ianthe. After spending almost three millennia on her mother's island Ianthe is eager to get out and experience the world in all of its glory. WIP

History: "It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment's carelessness. If I had ever believed it, I no longer did."

- Madeline Miller, Circe

It was common knowledge among the gods that the island of Aeaea was off-limits. Home of the infamous immortal sorceress Circe, many gods simply decided to leave her alone - let her do her own thing. Out of sight, out of mind. Many male spirits and demigods also believed the isle of Aeaea was cursed and that any man who landed on its shores would be trapped forever. Of the many men to wash up on Circe’s shores, very few escaped to tell the tale - one of those men being the god Pan - king of Satyrs and Shepherds.

To say Pan was going through a reckless phase at that time would be an understatement. Throughout the past few years, before he found himself on Circe’s island, he’d found himself chasing after nymphs, princesses and minor goddesses galore. It was after one of the said Nereids pushed him off a boat where he ended up washing up on the beautiful beaches of Aeaea. Circe wasn’t pleased to see him, it’d only been relatively recently where Hermes freed Odysseus from her grasp. The idea of another god turning up on her doorstep where she was meant to be alone annoyed her immensely.

With this Circe decided to play a little trick on the washed-up Satyr king, deciding to transform him into a complete goat instead of the half-goat he was before. Of course, it wouldn’t last forever but it would provide some much-needed amusement for the sorceress who was still annoyed at how her confrontation with Hermes went. That being said, Pan was actually amused by this and began pranking Circe in return. He built a hut right outside her palace, mostly to annoy her and well, the pranking escalated from there.

Circe wasn’t one to admit when she was growing fond of someone, so when she started feeling a tinkling of a feeling for Pan, she repressed it deep down but he could see it. Eventually, the two gave in and had a brief love affair which ended in the conception of Ianthe. Alas, both fell out over this and Pan decided to leave Circe’s island, leaving her alone with the young child. The child came out like her father, goat legs, horns and a primal connection to nature. While she did come to share her mother’s interest in the mystical arts, it came to her much less natural and it never branched beyond typical mortal levels of magic.

No, Ianthe was definitely a Satyress in nature. Within mere years she’d mastered the pan-flute and lyre, composing magnificent melodies and enchanting all of Circe’s apprentices. While Circe cared for her daughter she was quite distant, leaving most of Ianthe’s upbringing to be done by a flower nymph named Ismene. Ismene was a favourite of the goddess Persephone and by many accounts was almost like a priestess for her. In a certain way, Ianthe began to feel a sort of kinship with the goddess - both being trapped in their own gilded cages. While they were both relatively well off where they were, they lacked the freedom to do anything fulfilling.

The one thing Circe did give her was immortality as long as she never left her island. It sounded like a good idea but there’s only so long one could stand living forever in the once place. Ianthe was beginning to get restless - well it was about a couple thousand years give or take of her surrounded by no one but her mother’s apprentices and various nymphs. She wanted to see the world, even if it would kill her. Her prayers were answered when Symestra Alnair and some of her quest mates found their way to Aeaea.

By this time, Circe’s island had well and truly became the spa it’s known to be today. The men who came were turned into pigs, something Ianthe found slightly disturbing but didn’t dare speak out against her mother. She didn’t say this often but a large part of her was afraid of her mother and her potential. It both amazed her and terrified her and she was afraid that she might become the next victim. The three women were greeted to the island with open arms, but something about Symestra caught Ianthe’s eye. Was it her red hair? Or was it the flowers woven into it? She couldn’t tell, all she knew was that she was beautiful.

Symestra and Ianthe grew closer over the time she was at the island. Circe took the demigod under her arm and taught her some of the arcane arts which Symestra was a natural at using. Despite being Circe’s star pupil, Symestra was as eager to get off the island as Ianthe was so the two devised a plan to escape. The two girls worked day and night to craft a wooden raft to give them a chance to escape. When night fell on Aeaea, the two made a break for it, jumping onto the raft and sailing away. As Ianthe saw the island she’d spent her entire life on fade into the distance, she started bawling into the shoulder of Symestra.

To say Circe was upset would be an understatement. She couldn’t stand the fact that he prized pupil had managed to steal her beloved daughter away. She cursed the name of the daughter of Persephone, making her unable to stand on land again else she would die. The girls were blissfully unaware of this until it happened. Upon reaching the coast and exiting their vessel, Symestra fell limp in Ianthe's arms, the sound of waves crashing becoming impossible to bear.

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