Age: 15
Race: Human (distant blood of Julius Peppermint)
Role: Guardian Anchor of the Saint Estes Ring (Sapphire Resonance)
Hermoine is a bright-eyed teenage ward with long hair she keeps carefully styled, often adorned with ribbons or a colorful scarf that sets her apart from the regimented monotony of Saint Estes uniforms. Her smile is disarming, her big expressive eyes wide with curiosity and warmth, and her girlish touch of flair makes her stand out in the gray halls of the boy’s home. Beneath the charm, though, there lingers something subtler — a quiet stillness in her gaze, as if she listens to more than the living.
Smart, resourceful, and protective, Hermoine is the heart of the Anchors. She has a natural optimism, and her warmth draws others close even in the bleakness of Havenreach. Yet, her kindness masks an unspoken depth. At times, when fear grips her companions, Hermoine grows strangely calm — her voice quiet, her presence grounding. This eerie composure unnerves some, as though part of her knows that death is nothing to fear.
She twirls her hair when lost in thought, offers bright smiles when others falter, and seems determined to hold her companions together when anger or despair might drive them apart.
Hermoine Peppermint was born in obscurity and raised in the South Saint Estes Boy’s Home, her surname considered little more than a quaint oddity. Few remember the old whispers of Julius Peppermint, fewer still dare to connect her to the legend. She does not know of her ancestry, though at times she dreams of cities going silent, of mint-scented air, and of a man who smiles at funerals.
At Saint Estes, she is known as intelligent, girlish, and deeply protective. While her companions often clash with authority or with each other, Hermoine plays the role of mediator, diplomat, and shield. Still, her bloodline’s shadow lurks unseen — the faint hum of death magic within her veins, waiting for the day when ancestry and destiny collide.
Unknown to her, Hermoine is the distant scion of Varath Julius Peppermint, the Proven of Death. Where Julius embraced suffocation, silence, and decay, Hermoine embodies the counterbalance: breath, voice, and protection. In her, Death’s legacy takes on a different shape, reframed not as ending, but as preservation against it.
Her lineage grants her an unconscious resistance to fear and despair.
The dead whisper faintly in her dreams, though she believes them only to be nightmares.
The Ring responds to her presence with clarity, showing her symbols hidden from the other Anchors, as though Death itself marks her as its translator.
If ever she learns the truth of Julius — his rise, his fall, his weakness before Lazarus Kane — it may either break her faith in herself, or ignite a new kind of resonance the Ring has not seen before.
The Saint Estes Ring was never a weapon meant for one. It was forged as a vessel for harmony, a lattice of resonances waiting to be filled. Each Anchor that touched it added not just strength but a note in a symphony. Alone, the Ring shimmered faintly. With two Anchors, its chords deepened, threads of cerulean and emerald weaving into a fragile braid. But with the third, the song began to take shape.
When Hermoine Peppermint picked up the Ring, what should have been impossible happened without resistance. No rejection. No testing flame. No searing backlash. The Ring recognized her at once. It bent to her touch.
The sapphire glow that poured through her hands marked more than just acceptance — it was revelation. For the Anchors, the Ring does not simply grant power. It reveals truths. Each bearer unlocks hidden facets, glyphs, and paths that the others cannot see. These are fragments of a larger design, one only complete when all four Anchors stand together.
In Hermoine’s case, the truth was laced in her blood. Unknown to her, she carries the distant legacy of @Julius Peppermint , the Proven of Death. Where Julius embodied endings — silence, suffocation, the stillness of decay — Hermoine carries the countercurrent: the breath that fills the silence, the voice that steadies fear, the shield against despair. The Ring answered not only to her spirit, but to that faint hum of Death’s dominion woven into her soul.
Her resonance — the Sapphire Note — brought with it clarity. The Ring bloomed with symbols and patterns unseen by Theseus or Goten, glyphs that seemed less like commands and more like translations. Where the others saw maps, Hermoine saw language. Where the others felt energy, she understood intention. Her role was not brute force nor raw will, but interpretation. The Guardian Anchor, destined to hold the Ring’s fractured song together when discord threatens to tear it apart.
This moment shifted the balance.
No longer was the Ring a fledgling relic in the hands of two uncertain orphans. With three Anchors awakened, it became a beacon — its song bright enough to be heard. The counter-resonance that had stalked the edges of its power now took notice. Across @Havenreach and beyond, watchers stirred. Some who feared the Anchors. Others who sought them. And some who remembered a different Peppermint, one who had swallowed Death whole.
The lore of the Anchors now speaks thus:
One Anchor may wield the Ring.
Two may call forth its map.
Three make it sing loud enough for gods to hear.
And four… four will break it apart, shattering the Ring into living weapons and weaving armor that marks the birth of the Saintly Warforms.
But before that final union can be realized, each Anchor must face the shadow of their lineage. Hermoine’s shadow is the longest of all — for in her veins stirs the memory of Julius Peppermint, the Man Who Became Death.