Mynki

Mynki is a flame in silk—unpredictable, dazzling, and dangerous to touch. A Tiefling born of mortal rebellion and infernal legacy, she is the daughter of Ephudol, an Archdevil known for order, contracts, the tithe of the Fey, and the slow strangulation of the soul through law. From birth, Mynki rejected the rigid chains of her father’s domain. Where he demanded obedience, she answered with chaos; where he sought dignity, she gave him scandal. She was a girl raised among infernal expectations who carved her name in stolen fire, never asking permission, never apologizing.   Her exploits in the mortal world are whispered across taverns and courtrooms alike—causing chaos and destruction, gaining the attention of guards and rulers, while really seeking attention from her father. Each time, Ephudol was forced to intervene, covering her tracks, binding witnesses, rewriting oaths. His frustration became legendary, and Mynki’s delight in provoking him only deepened. It was inevitable that someone would see in her a symbol, a statement. And that someone was Prince Hyrsam, the Satyr Sovereign of the Court of Fools.   Hyrsam plucked Mynki from a ruined gala where she had hexed every wine bottle to pour blood when uncorked. He recruited her not merely for her talent, but for her heritage—a walking affront to every court that still clings to decorum and bloodlines. At The Fortnight Festival, she serves as Hyrsam’s champion: not to win, but to offend, to upend expectation, to grin like a devil in the faces of Seelie and Unseelie elegance alike. With every step she takes in her torn lace and cracked pearls, she is a middle finger to her father and to the idea of legacy itself.   Mynki doesn't fight clean, nor does she pretend to. Her magic is sly, her words sharper than her horns, and her laughter hides both pain and purpose. Though she mocks tradition and scorches protocol, there are moments—quiet ones—when something flickers beneath the bravado. A longing to matter on her own terms. A question of who she might be if she wasn’t always running from or spitting at her father’s shadow. For now, though, she dances in defiance, a devil’s daughter with a Fool’s crown, and every court watches—unsettled, intrigued, and perhaps a little afraid.