The Forgotten Princess
Aglaope Vasilios

• Basics
• Her True Form
• Journey to the Past
• Her Home
• Sexuality
• Connections
• Plots
• OCC

Basics

PersonalityAglaope is true to her nature. She is a sweet and caring person. People who have met her often say that she is too good for her own good since she always finds the best and good in everyone, despite knowing the true nature of some species. Just because the world is dark doesn't mean that she needs to be the same.You will find her always smiling, having a positive attitude, and being kind to everyone, for her grandfather says to treat others like you want to be treated.But that doesn't mean that she would let anyone walk all over her. Her nature as a powerful Nereid, trained to be a strong leader, will show off her true strength. She chooses not to be in a bad mood; don't let it fool you.BasicsBirth Name: Aglaope Vasilios.
DOB: August 24, 1900.
She appears to be in her 20s.Birthplace: Hainan, China.
Languages: Chinese, Korean, English.
Blood type: B.
Height: 174cm.
Weight: 48 Kg.Status: Slave
Occupation: Singer, under Star ENT.
Sexual Orientation: Straight.
Romantically involved with Lucius Bloodworth.
SNS: @🪸LuciusLittleStar🪸StyleAglaope loves comfort and will prefer it over fancy clothes, as she's of a small frame, she loves oversized and baggy clothes, especially during cold months. She often chooses to wear light colors, mostly blues and whites that contrast with her pale features.While in her human form, her hair is long and dark, which accentuates her pale skin, since her nickname was Snow White as a child. But she loves her natural blonde locks, which she enjoys decorating with pearls and chains.She enjoys dressing in Hanfu; she finds them comfortable and a way to respectfully express her cultural pride. It's not uncommon to find her wearing them out; she likes the attention she gets while wearing them.

The Nereid in her

Aglaope chooses not to transform as often as she should, as she is still afraid to be on the open sea.She hides on land and only returns to the sea when her grandfather is sure they're safe.She doesn't trust other Nereids as easily; she's afraid they might be connected to her family, and they might get turned in.

Journey to the Past

China has been the start of many things: the arts, culture, and music, but it has also been the birthplace of strong ideologies that have led people to believe they are superior. Old-fashioned thinking that one race is better than another, and that blood makes the difference.According to old tales, Sirens were once free spirits that roamed the sky. Instead of fins, they had powerful wings that carried them through high winds, free to do as they pleased and beloved by mortals. But one mistake took that away. Failing to protect the daughter of a goddess, they were punished—stripped of their freedom. Their wings were replaced by a single fin, binding their legs together. They were torn from the skies and cast into the sea, where the sun became a blurred memory. Their enchanting voices, once a symbol of life, became instruments of doom. Now, they were destined to roam the dark waters, luring souls to their demise. Over generations, those tales faded from memory—except within one family.Wealth, beauty, power, fame, and respect.These were the pillars of the Vasilios Royal Family. A matriarchal clan that once ruled the Hainan region, long before it bore its current name. For centuries, their influence was unmatched, their bloodline believed to trace directly to the original Sirens. While the world around them evolved, the Vasilios remained shackled to their past, obsessed with preserving their purity, blind to the erosion of their legacy.Cruel FateFor the Vasilios family, few joys compared to welcoming a new Nereid. The birth of a girl was seen as the goddesses’ blessing—an affirmation that their bloodline would endure. But when Aglaope was born, celebration came tainted with disapproval.It was a warm summer day. The sea itself seemed to pulse with anticipation, the tides crashing high as if blessing the manor. For nearly twenty years, no child had been born to the family. The weight of expectation crushed Aglaope’s young mother, who bore the impossible burden of delivering the perfect, precious daughter. Her desperation to please her own mother was so fierce it nearly claimed her life.When the sun and moon crossed paths, a cry echoed through the marble halls. Cheers, tears, and prayers filled the air. A new heir had arrived—a fragile girl, healthy and delicate. But the moment her eyes opened, the room’s warmth turned cold. They were blue. Not the prized shades of coral, pearl, or obsidian that Vasilios children were known for. Her eyes mirrored the ocean—a cursed omen, a flaw.While her parents wept with joy, cradling their daughter’s perfect, porcelain form, the rest of the family rejoiced with tempered hearts. They had broken their curse, yes. But the joy was incomplete.They named her Aglaope, a name that meant "the glorious face," in hope that her beauty would compensate for the misfortune of her eyes.The Birth of a PrincessGrowing up, Aglaope was sheltered from cruel whispers. Her mother fought fiercely to shield her from the venomous remarks of the elders who never failed to point out her “imperfect” eyes—the mark of her grandfather’s blood. Despite the gossip, Aglaope blossomed into a breathtaking girl. Her skin gleamed like ivory, her golden hair cascaded in soft waves, and her tail shimmered with hues so rare that it silenced even the sharpest tongues.In time, the very features that once made her a target of disdain became symbols of admiration. She learned quickly how to wield attention, her gaze alone enough to receive anything she desired. But her parents remained vigilant, ensuring their daughter understood the weight of privilege and the importance of humility.Under the watchful eyes of her parents and grandfather, Aglaope became a picture of grace—gentle, thoughtful, and poised. Her voice was a melody that captivated all who heard it. Even her stern grandmother, the matriarch of the Vasilios family, began to soften. Though the old woman never admitted her change of heart, the coldness in her gaze lessened each time Aglaope sang."Aglaope, do you know why we named you that?" her grandmother once asked."No ma’am, why?" Aglaope, only six, blinked up at her."Because even when you cried, your voice sounded like a song. That is a gift, child."For a time, Aglaope believed she was loved—truly loved. She never imagined that the warmth she felt was as fragile as glass. On her eighth birthday, it all shattered. Another girl had been born into the family, this time with flawless coral-colored eyes. Overnight, Aglaope was dethroned. The arms that once cradled her now reached for another. The compliments turned back into criticisms. Her blue eyes became a stain once more.The Start of Her EndAs years passed, Aglaope's innocence eroded. She witnessed the duality of the people around her—their honeyed words in the open, their venomous whispers behind closed doors. The elders, once her doting mentors, revealed their envy. Cousins eyed her position with greed, vying for the same pedestal she had come to despise. Aglaope understood that their praise was never sincere; it was a weapon, a leash disguised as affection.Ironically, their neglect became her sanctuary. The less they cared, the freer she became. No longer bound by relentless lessons that stretched till midnight, she attended school like an ordinary girl. It was peace. A fragile peace.But life has a cruel sense of timing.At sixteen, Aglaope’s beauty became impossible to ignore. Every glance followed her; every step she took resounded through the manor like a proclamation. As tradition dictated, talks of her betrothal began. Only families with the purest of bloodlines could even be considered. After two years, a suitor was chosen. But not by Aglaope.On the evening of her 18th birthday, a storm raged over the manor. Her fiancé arrived—a man twice her age. A duke of a neighboring family, infamous for his wealth and ruthless ambition. Aglaope recognized him. She had studied all the families that her grandmother admired. But knowing of him and accepting him were two very different things.That night, as thunder shook the manor, Aglaope made a choice. She packed a small bag, filled with only the essentials, and headed for a back door—one she had discovered in her rebellious years but had never dared to use. Until now.But she wasn't alone.Her grandfather waited by the door, a second bag in hand. He had known, from the moment their eyes met that evening, that Aglaope would run.“Run through the land, not the sea. They'll find you faster if you swim. Head for the ferry to Xuwen,” he whispered.Tears blurred her vision as she begged him to come with her. And this time, he did not refuse.“I won’t let you face the world alone, my sunshine,” he said, his grip firm yet tender on her shoulders. “Let’s go together.”They fled into the night.A New LifeTheir escape was not a swift victory. It was a grueling journey—city after city, always moving, always hiding. But they endured. Aglaope grew up fast, learning to read people, to navigate the labyrinth of human nature. Her grandfather remained her steadfast guide, teaching her to survive, to stand tall.Years later, they found refuge in Seoul. The city was vast enough to get lost in, yet alive with opportunities. Life was far from easy, but it was theirs. They worked tirelessly, clinging to scraps of normalcy. Eventually, her grandfather’s perseverance paid off—he secured a stable, high-paying job, allowing Aglaope to breathe, to dream.Her passion had always been in the arts, and while her dance remained close to her heart, Aglaope discovered a new love—acting. On the stage, and later in front of cameras, she found herself. With every role, she could become someone new, tell stories that mattered, and pour her soul into characters that resonated far beyond the confines of her past.Her grandfather encouraged her every step of the way, reminding her that the world was finally hers to explore. Her name—Aglaope—still carried whispers of the past, but now it shone brightly on scripts, casting lists, and marquees. In Seoul’s thriving film and television industry, she began to build a career based on her own talent, not the weight of a lineage.Though she still felt a blush creep onto her cheeks when praised, Aglaope faced the world with quiet resilience. Her blue eyes, once called a curse, became her signature. The screen loved them—the sea-like depths that could tell a thousand stories with a single glance.Now, with her debut drama making waves and her name steadily rising, Aglaope walks forward not as a siren of doom, but as a storyteller—breathing life into every role she touches. She has not only escaped the shadows of her past; she has turned them into art.

Her Safe Space

After settling down in Korea, Aglaope and her grandfather, Qianfan, found a cute, modest, and cozy apartment where they spend whatever free time they have. Aglaope loves spoiling the older man, deeming him the king of the house, even when the older insists on Aglaope being the sweet princess.

Sexuality

For every creature desires to be adored and loved.Aglaope might be innocent-looking most of the time, smiling and having a naive air to her personality, but there are times when she desires to be admired in very intimate ways. It's a new sense of freedom for her, being adored and wanted.

Connections
(Any connection is subject to change)

- Lucius Bloodworth: Her little alien <3- Calix Valerius: Her best friend <3

Plots
(Everything is subject to change)

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