mona megistus     the great astrologist   student of barbeloth   written by   wyn.   twenty three.     est. 2022.

[ 001 // length. ]   i am a literate to novella writer, but i tend to match my partner's length. do not feel pressure to match anything i write — i'll meet you![ 002 // speed. ]   i am a student currently getting my bachelor's and master's simultaneously — and as such, i may take several days to respond. feel free to poke me after a week![ 003 // triggers. ] my triggers are   emetophobia and extreme substance abuse!   i am pretty tolerant; just discuss these with me prior, and do the same with any boundaries of yours!

[ 004 // AVOIDED TOPICS. ]   topics i will not write nor tolerate include  :   incest or pedophilia in any case. mona is an adult and will only be shipped with canonically adult characters. i will also not participate in extreme gore without prior discussion.[ 005 // age. ]   i only roleplay in adult spaces.   i will not write with anyone under the age of eighteen!  [ 006 // communication. ]   i promise i don't bite! always talk to me if there's something irp you'd like to change, or if you're simply not feeling it anymore. i'm very open.

name.       redacted.
pseudonym.       mona megistus. mona the great.
gender.       cisfemale, she/her
sexuality.       bisexual.
date of birth.       august 31.
age.       mid twenties. 25 in particular.
occupation.       astrologist. columnist.
 
vision.       hydro.
weapon. catalyst.
 
nationality.       mondstadter. german.
birthplace.       mondstadt.
current residence.       mondstadt city.

likes.       astrology. duh. simple meals. the highest quality texts and equipment.
dislikes.       her vision. an empty coinpurse. low quality tools.
fears.       losing her principles. facing her master. losing her independence.
 
mbti.       intj.
enneagram.       5w4.
zodiac.       virgo.
 
positive traits.       insightful. disciplined. principled.
neutral traits.       reserved. independent. blunt.
negative traits.       arrogant. financially irresponsible. avoidant.

                        FULL PERSONALITY DESRIPTION FOUND HERE!

ORIGIN.

Mona was not born into fame or recognition of any kind. In fact, "mona megistus" wasn't even the name she was given. she was born in mondstadt, living a relatively dull life until her teenage years, prior to her parents' move to dornman port. her life changed the moment she became the apprentice of Barbeloth, one of the most powerful astrologists in Teyvat. Under Barbeloth’s teachings, Mona was trained in astrology and hydromancy. It was during this time that she took on the name Mona Megistus, a title, albeit boastful, that truly marked her place in her craft. Her master’s teachings were strict: the stars reveal truth, and that truth must never be distorted by personal gain. Mona internalized this completely. this changed her worldview and her identity around the pursuit of knowledge what she believed to be its purest and most genuine form. THE STARS DO NOT LIE.

TRAVELS.

Mona travelled with barbeloth, traversing the tides of fontaine to the ports of liyue. At some point in her training, during her time in the latter, Barbeloth sent Mona back to Mondstadt with a simple task — retrieve a box from an old friend, later revealed to be Alice. Mona was explicitly instructed not to open it. However, through a series of circumstances involving Klee, Mona came into possession of the box’s contents and, without realizing what she was doing at first, read through what turned out to be Barbeloth’s private diary.The realization of what she had done hit hard and fast: she had disobeyed her master and crossed a deep boundary. Rather than return and face the consequences, Mona chose to remain in Mondstadt City, deliberately avoiding the beratement she knew she'd receive upon her return. Out of both embarrassment and pure pride, she put off going back, effectively separating herself from her master — little did she know, the hexenzirkel were already aware of her transgression.

RETURN TO MONDSTADT.

Now living independently, Mona primarily works as an astrologist, whilst also taking on commissions and writing for publications like Fontaine's The Steambird to support herself — though her refusal to compromise high quality work for more realistic tools and tomes often leaves her in a constant state of financial despair. Despite her situation, she continues to follow everything Barbeloth taught her — she refuses falsify readings nor exploit astrology for easy profit, no matter how tempting it may be.Mona’s journey is her own. she lives her life by the laws of fate, yet avoids her own at any cost. She carries barbeloth's teachings forward, even as she avoids the person who gave them to her.

HEADCANONS.

  her real name.   mona refuses to tell people her real name. the right to call her it is reserved only for immediate family or otherwise close individuals who already possess that knowledge. to everyone else, she is mona megistus.  the night sky.   she is extremely particular about the clarity of the night sky depending on what nation she is in. she is partial to the view from mondstadt city due to barbatos' control over the weather. on the contrary, fontaine's rain made things less than ideal.  emergency funds   she is constantly starting and restarting an emergency stash of mora. this is usually done after a particularly large payout, but it doesn't last very long. don't look at her like that, she needed that shiny new globe!  mondstadt   if she were able to, mona would not still be in mondstadt, despite her preference for their skies. she would never admit it aloud, but the dismissal of her craft from the common mondstadter does affect her insecurities. she would likely return to fontaine permenantly if her pride allowed her to do so.  cats   mona adores cats! she'll often shell out spare mora to feed the strays that pass by her home, or meow back at them. in the case of the latter, she'll often be seen trying to reflect their intonation, as if she were having a proper conversation.

HABITS.

  001   mona has a habit of playing with her hair. flipping it, twirling it, tucking it behind her ears, redoing her twin tails — any way she gets her hands on her hair, she will do. this is, in part, why she wears the caps on the ends of her hair.  001   she writes in a regular print-cursive hybrid that is, on occasion, difficult to read if she writes too quicky. she cannot seem to break away from this. she's gone as far as teaching herself how to write with her opposite hand, yet it is muscle memory.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

height.       5'6".
hair.       jet black, purple hue when it catches the light!
eyes.      a light blue, teetering on the line of turquoise.
skin.       porcelain; often tinged with a natural flush.
 
Mona is, to put it plainly, very beautiful. her eyes are a crystalline blueish-green, the most prominent feature on her face. she constantly has a reddish tinge to the apples of her cheeks, with faint freckles dotting her nose, which deepen from her time in the sun. her nose is slender and upturned, and her lips are full, though almost perpetually in a pout.even when she's "strutting," she walks with fluidity, like water flowing over river rocks. Her posture is straight, but not rigid. It is subconscious at this point, the way she carries herself with her head held high. Her attire, a fitted body suit adorned with star motifs and deep blues and purples, mirrors the night sky she studies so devoutly. She does not fit into one nation's central trends — she emulates her master's attire, and is far less grounded, more attuned to the secrets of beyond.

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION.

Mona’s confidence in herself is theatrical. She is always performing, in one way or another, whether she is delivering a reading or simply holding a conversation. It borders on arrogance but is, for better or for worse, warranted. She is immensely intelligent and deeply committed to the pursuit of truth. She approaches astrology demanding unadulterated seriousness while others, particularly in the Mondstadter circle, see this as a gimmick. To Mona, astrology is an art form that requires devotion and respect. This belief influences nearly every aspect of her behavior. Her tone is blunt and, to some, a bit catty ; she has very slim patience for those who reduce her craft to simple party tricks. Fate is her guide, and in her worldview, the stars do not lie. As a result, she often comes across as overly critical, especially when faced with skepticism. Her pride, however, is not without merit. It is based on years of intense study and a genuine reverence for the knowledge she holds.At the same time, Mona’s “performance” is not purely for others. It’s also a means of self-preservation — a defense mechanism, if you will. By maintaining an air of superiority, she creates distance between herself and the vulnerability she tries to hide. Her intelligence becomes her sword and shield. She would rather be seen as intimidating than be misunderstood, and she'd much prefer to lean into that perception than not, without any hesitation.Mona is far more human than she lets on. Beneath her edge is someone deeply stubborn and independent to a fault — and, perhaps most of all, uncertain about her place in the world…especially after parting ways with her master. That separation is a nagging voice in her psyche and acts as a guide for her ambition, as well as her insecurity. She wants to prove herself as a capable astrologer and as someone worthy of the knowledge she gained. She wants to be a visionary. This pressure fuels her refusal to compromise her principles, even when doing so would make her life easier. Financial struggles are constant for her, yet she would rather go hungry than exploit her abilities for any sort of shallow gain.There is also loneliness in Mona’s lifestyle. Her devotion to truth often isolates her, as few people can meet her on the same intellectual or philosophical level. She pulls no punches in her readings, which often paints her into a corner socially — people often do not like her delivery of the truth. Despite this, she is not completely cold. To those she cares about, her dry humor lightens up. She can be warm. She is capable of genuine care, though she expresses it awkwardly, often showing kindness through sarcasm or matter-of-fact observations. When she chooses to connect with someone, it is sincere, even if brief.

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.

Mona wasn’t particularly fond of the cold. She much preferred the cool hours of a summer’s night, where the air was warm but the breeze provided just enough of a chill to make it comfortable. Yet, as many things do, her journey to the frozen environment of Dragonspine was guided by her need to be perfect.Hydromacy was best conducted using the clearest of waters, and melted snow was the best she could get at the time, all things considered. One day, she’d like to head to Snezhnaya — the snow has to be excellent there, would it not? Alas, Dragonspine would have to do.She’s about halfway up the mountain when the cold really starts to gnaw at her. A warm broth did not cut it as a lunch, much less something to warm her up from the inside. Fleeting thoughts of this journey being excessive cross her mind, but she quickly pushes them out in favor of what one may call affirmations: *You are soon to be a visionary. Your work is the best. This is necessary.She pulls her cloak tighter around herself, boots crunching against layers of untouched snow as she ascends a narrow, half-buried path. Each step is calculated — she’s picky. Dirt mixed in with the snow wouldn’t do. Neither would snow that was too crunchy, or that had recently been trudged through by a hilichurl or a boar. She wanted freshly fallen. The purest snow, straight from the source: the sky.Mona wouldn’t dare tread too far up the mountain without proper protection, nor without someone there with her. She wasn’t stupid. Yet, clouds dotted the skyline — scattered snowfall on different parts of the mountain. She carries onward.Eventually, large snowflakes would fall into her hair, and the snow she stepped through would lose the incessant crunch, crunch, crunching. Mona kneels, brushing aside the top layer with careful fingers. The powder beneath is pristine — untouched by footstep, untainted by debris, as pure as it can exist in the mortal world. She pauses, studying it, and she hums once to herself.
 
“Good. No impurities. No residual heat distortion…” she murmurs. The snow falls through her fingers as she lifts a gloved hand. “Perfect.”She retrieves a small glass vial from her satchel, uncorking it with a small pop! Gently, she gathers the snow, carefully siphoning it through — it’s ridiculous, really, the way she looks like she’s judging each snowflake as though they were in a queue.Most would consider this unnecessary. Snow exists everywhere in Dragonspine — why climb this high, why search this long?Because most people don’t understand hydromancy. Why would they?She begins her descent after tucking the vial away in her satchel. Her arms are crossed over her body — the cold has really settled in now. Yet, Mona mutters to herself. Soft puffs of vapor escape her chapping lips.“This is important,” she says to herself, as if trying to convince someone — herself, even. “Impurities distort readings. Residual heat, physical interference, where the water has been.”Water, in all its forms, is fleeting. It flows, adapts, disappears. It’s cyclical. Even something as seemingly permanent as this mountain will, eventually, yield to time.These thoughts are quickly cast out of Mona’s mind as the foot of the mountain is in her sights. The snow should be melted by now. Perfect.