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#1
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{NAME}
Submit to His Will

{ALIASES}
"Will"

{AGE}
General appearance of a man in his 20s.

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, homosexual

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Vampire; previously human, Serenian

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'10", slinky

{OCCUPATION}
Pirate, murderer, thief

{RESIDENCE}
A pirate ship full of weirdos like him, probably has a cool name and everything

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IN DEPTH STUFF
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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Slender and graceful, with all the carriage of a man born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Color; Very fair skin with ash-blonde hair and deep teal eyes.

Alterations; He's a vampire, but still human-shaped. Just has really sharp teeth.

Modifications; A horrible scar on the side of his neck, though a very old one. No other marks or piercings to note.

Dress; Finery without sacrificing mobility. He prefers the best of the best, with plenty of silk shirts and well-tailored pants. He gets terribly offended if his clothes get mussed.

{PERSONALITY}
Materialistic, confident, hedonistic, flamboyant, intellectual, cunning


Fun Facts!:
  • Used to prefer silver to gold jewelry, and constantly bemoans his allergies as a result.
  • Likes to have a variety to style his wardrobe with, and regularly swaps out things when they get too worn or out of fashion.
  • As docile as a kitten if you brush his hair.
  • Just looking for a good time.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
Submit to His Will's particular form of vampirism has its own rules, though most are what you'd expect.

Pros:
  • Enhanced speed and strength
  • Enhanced senses (sound, sight, smell)
  • Can scale walls and ceilings without any regard to the sanctity of gravity
  • Shapeshifting; can turn into a mist, though this mist is limited by strong winds so he doesn't usually bother.
  • Enhanced healing; Any injury is healed within a matter of minutes, though at the expense of his hunger. His hair and nails also grow out each time, and he finds it very annoying when he has to trim his nails - again - because someone decided to get their shot in.

Cons:
  • Silver is harmful; normal handling of coin and jewelry results in a surface burn, but being actually stabbed with a silver weapon negates his healing abilities until the silver is removed.
  • Sunlight won't burn him to a crisp, but the daylight hours do bring on a form of narcolepsy. When the sun rises, he starts to "shut off" as his synapses die one by one, effectively passing away every morning and reviving in the evening. He cannot move or be woken in this state, and to any outside observer resembles a particularly fresh corpse. It really, REALLY sucks when he wakes up buried.
  • Hunger; the more he uses his abilities, the more he has to heal, the more he's pushed to his limits, the hungrier he gets. At a certain stage he's not even in his right mind, and will lash out at anything living.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
Are all almost entirely superficial. He's the type of person who really gets to know you, but you don't really get to know him.

{HISTORY}
A young Serenian nobleman who, after being accosted by a vampire, decided that rather than trying to hide out in his family's estate, he would instead take what he could and go off into the world.

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#2
Adela / Bramuvo Jacha, Gatekeeper
March 11, 2024, 08:08:33 PM
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art by me
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{NAME}
Bramuvo Jacha

{ALIASES}
The vicar

{AGE}
46

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, queer

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human, Tinine Adelan

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'9", broad

{OCCUPATION}
Gatekeeper for the Lenton Family

{RESIDENCE}
Tollhouse

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IN DEPTH STUFF
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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Tall, broad shouldered, with thick thighs and biceps and a strong grip.
Color; Fair skin, with pale blue eyes. His black hair is streaked with grey.
Alterations; He human, human shape.
Modifications; None to speak of, he heals quick and clean.
Dress; Like many of faith, Bramuvo wears a high-collared black undershirt that shows beneath his clothes. Otherwise, his dress is unassuming, and he keeps a thick cloak around his shoulders for when the weather makes his bones hurt.

{PERSONALITY}
Steady, even-tempered, more than a bit superstitious but not ruled by it.

Fun Facts!:
  • Ilianno makes him pretend to be the one in charge.
  • It's a huge pain but she gets some amusement out of it, so why not.
  • Decent herbalist.
  • Certified Tired Old Man.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
Level 20 Grave Cleric

{RELATIONSHIPS}
Ilianno; Boss lady in charge. Plays dirty in cards but that's half the fun. Bramuvo is incredibly loyal to her, so if you've got her on board you've got him on board.
Sitovi; Casual bedmates, friends as far as either of them would tell it.
Vitori; Young nephew, with all the fire and spirit being young gives you. Bramuvo is most often scruffing the kid and pulling his ass out of the fire.
The Lenton Family; Bramuvo and Vitori are both Cousins, which affords them a fair bit if authority in Lenton territory, but they're not so closely related to make that much of a difference.
The Thing; Not at all sure how he feels about it but knows better than to question it.

{HISTORY}
All for the Family.

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#3
Adela / Ilianno Grey, Gatekeeper
March 10, 2024, 09:49:19 PM
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art by me
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{NAME}
Ilianno Grey

{ALIASES}
Ilia

{AGE}
32

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Female, yes

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human, Tinine Adelan

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'9", athletic

{OCCUPATION}
Gatekeeper for the Lenton Family

{RESIDENCE}
Tollhouse

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Tall, graceful, athletic.
Color; Fair skin, with pitch black hair and deep blue eyes.
Alterations; Human, human shape.
Modifications; Ilianno has remained, miraculously, free of any kind of scar. She does possess two beauty marks, one beneath her right eye and one on the left side of her chin.
Dress; Ilianno strongly prefers her arms to be free as much as possible, and so keeps to a vest for her shirt, opting to wrap up in a blanket during the colder months rather than risk mobility. She also forgoes the typical bow as is fashion for Tinine women, instead simply wearing typical breeches, socks, and boots.

{PERSONALITY}
Sharp, quiet, with a watchful eye and a quick wit. She is not much for sparing someone's feelings, so you know you've gotten on her good side when she gives you a compliment.

Fun Facts!:
  • This woman loves puns and I don't understand her.
  • Despite her age, is the de facto 'leader' of their Gatekeeping cell.
  • She has Bramuvo pretend at it, though.
  • She thinks it's funny.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
Lvl 20 Phantom Rogue

{RELATIONSHIPS}
Bramuvo; Her second in command and closest friend. They usually play cards together when they're not on shift.
Sitovi; Her next closest friend. An odd duck, but his pet is the only one smart enough to laugh at her jokes, so he's cool enough.
Vitori; Suuuch a kiiiiid but also if you fuck with him you're dead meat, you dig?

{HISTORY}
All for the Family.

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#4
Adela / Aike (Mercy) Jadon - Governor of Cortla
March 10, 2024, 10:59:49 AM
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{NAME}
Aike (Mercy) Jadon

{ALIASES}
"Commander", "Governor", "Little Spider", "Pest"

{AGE}
38

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Nonbinary, uses any pronouns. She/he/they genuinely doesn't mind if someone sticks to one over the others, either. Pick one and Aike will roll with it.
Pansexual

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human, Cortlan Adelan

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
6'1", lean musculature

{OCCUPATION}
Governor of Cortla; up for renewal every eight years. (Currently in second term)
Commander of Trapdoor Squadron Widow; the other members presently serve as part of their personal guard and are some of their best and closest friends.

{RESIDENCE}
Skythread City, Cortla, Adela

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}

Build; Born and raised in Cortla, Aike has considerable upper body strength, with well defined shoulders and thighs. Tall and lean, their only "curve" is their hips, as their leg strength has similarly translated into a well-defined rear. This has earned them a little bit of teasing from their non-Cortlan friends, who comment on their resemblance to an actual spider in this regard. Aike takes it with some amusement and no shortage of rolling their eyes.

Color; Like many other Cortlans, Aike has a dark, warm skintone, deep black curly hair, and sage-green eyes.

Alterations; None, Aike is human and has all the trappings thereof. 

Modifications; Aike has several body modifications, most noticeably that of their facial piercings. They have a simple metal bridge piercing, two symmetrical lip piercings, and a few others that are not easily seen. Like many other Cortlans, they chose to get banding style tattoos, with sets of two bands on their upper arms and thighs, as well as single bands on their wrists and ankles. They also have a few scars, again most noticeably on their face, with a line going over their right brow to their right cheekbone.

Dress; Aike is very, very rarely outside of their Trapdoor uniform. They only exchange it for other clothes when necessary, and it's a rare privilege to be trusted enough to see them in a more 'vulnerable' state. Their hair usually gets the same treatment, mostly kept in protective headwraps, especially against the canyon winds. But every now and again they'll let their hair down in a literal sense.

{PERSONALITY}
  • Poised; It's hard to tell if Aike has a phenomenal pain tolerance, or is too stubborn to show they're in pain at all. Whatever the case, they usually save any display of weakness for behind closed doors.
  • Workaholic; Aike will often forgo decent sleep, or work through their meals in order to care for the day to day needs of their people. Headaches are a common ailment for them.
  • Proud; They take their integrity very seriously, even well beyond typical Cortla devotion to honesty. Insult their honor in some way, and you can be sure Aike will remember it until their dying day.
  • Affectionate; When Aike does become fond of a person, they're very physically affectionate. One can expect plenty of shoulder touches at the minimum, and full on snuggling at the maximum.
  • Sarcastic; When Aike is comfortable with the people they're around, they become increasingly snarky. Cracking a wry joke is a mark of how much they hold someone in esteem.
  • Exhausted and a little bit lonely; Less a personality trait and more a general state of being right now, Aike has given so much of the past eight years of their life to Cortla and Adela. Gladly and willingly, of course, but there's still a firm desire to be a part of something personal, and while they've had their share of trysts, the lack of any real lasting romantic relationship is taking a toll.

Fun Facts!:
  • Takes great comfort from playing string games like cat's cradle. If Aike needs to unwind, that's usually the first thing they do.
  • Is a huge fan of the Funnel. Aike almost never misses a bout. Or those sweet and spicy locust kebabs.
  • Is a heavy smoker, and will often smell of tobacco. They've got quite a collection of pipes.
  • Has absolutely slept in their office. Multiple times.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}

Psychometric; when Aike touches a physical object, be it one of the many tripwires that criss-cross Cortla, or even a footprint in the dirt, they are given a very strong gut feeling about events that have transpired upon that object. Mostly this is in the form of feelings, whether the last person to touch was scared, or happy, or what have you. Makes for very handy tracking, and a lot less surprise when it comes to investigating trespassers on Cortlan lands.

Trapdoor; The specialised military that operates within the Cortlan territory. Rather than platoons and regiments, Cortla has soldiers known as "Trapdoors", who operate in small groups to protect the territory's borders as well as engage in major hunting. Trapdoors are masters at ambush and guerrilla tactics, using the environment to trap their targets and attack.

{RELATIONSHIPS}

The Trapdoor Widows: Aike's very dearest friends. Rakal is the absolute best person to sit and bitch with. Sikke is quiet and usually sweet. Sitkal is the resident himbo. Others I'll eventually name and figure out.

Atsida: Brother in bond, and one of Aike's closest allies outside of Cortla. Has regular cross-territory meetings to reaffirm cooperation between their territories. Absolutely loves messing with him and calls him "Old Bird".

Enoka: Atsida's husband and also someone Aike considers a close friend. Even if the great big ostrich of a man insists on mimicking thunderstorms when they're around.

Enicea: Atsida and Enoka's wife. Though initially there was a whole lot of hostility, eventually Enicea and Aike became close friends, and their relationship is way calmer than the boys'.

Spoiler
As of late summer into their second term as Governor, Aike is five weeks pregnant. Who the father is, is anyone's guess, but plenty of rumors abound about potential sires. The most popular idea is, of course, that Aike is carrying a non-Cortlan bloodline, and that the sire is none other than the Great Horned Owl himself. Which is a great way to get yourself punched in the face.
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{HISTORY}

A descendant of the first Governor of Cortla, Jadon, Aike always felt a lot of pressure to do right by their ancestors' stories, especially the ones involving brave warriors and fierce battles. Glorifying battle is leagues different from actually living it, and Cortla's tumultuous relationship with "Serenian interlopers" and raiders from the south have taught Aike the difference between tempered aggression and outright bloodlust. It was their even-tempered nature that saw Aike as a very popular candidate for Governorship, and for the past eight years they have devoted every last moment to the betterment of their homeland. Still, it's taken quite the toll, both from general exhaustion as well as being away from the wilderness for so long.

They've been proud to serve their country, but are keen to step down and go back to their old life. The problem is that some of the younger generation haven't quite learned their balance yet, and it's becoming harder to keep the angrier members of their territory in line. Who knows whether things will calm down enough for Aike to finally be able to retire.

{THE BEADS}

Like all Cortlans, every bead in their braid has a story... Every year from their eighth summer onwards, Aike has added a bead and a story to the great tapestry of their life. Each bead means a different event.

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TIMELINE:
Winds of Change - M for child death mention.
Flashback thread - Set in the year Aike first gained Governorship and met the Owls of Talu.
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#5
Adela / Sitovi Gazi, Gatekeeper
February 29, 2024, 08:07:07 PM
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{NAME}
Sitovi Gazi

{ALIASES}
The beastmaster

{AGE}
30

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, queer af

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human, Tinine Adelan

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'10", athletic

{OCCUPATION}
Gatekeeper for the Lenton Family.

{RESIDENCE}
Tollhouse

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Tall and athletic. No one would really think he's a pushover, but he's also not the biggest guy around.

Color; Fair skin, with pitch black hair and bright blue eyes.

Alterations; He human, human shape.

Modifications; Sitovi possesses several scars, the most prominent being the ones across the right side of his face. There are several more on his chest and arms, but they have all long since healed and don't seem to slow him down any.

Dress; He's not rich, but he's also not struggling to make ends meet. His dress is practical - he often has to be out on watch in all kinds of weather or times, so he's not going to bother with anything fancy. He does like jewelry, though, and has several beaded necklaces that he wears at all times.

{PERSONALITY}
Observant, cunning, a bit primal, more of the type to listen to you talk for hours before you ever realize he's never told you a damn thing about himself.

Fun Facts!:
  • Very promiscuous and not at all shy about it.
  • Takes a tonic of herbs on the regular for a lifelong illness.
  • We don't know how he made friends with it.
  • He just did.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
He's a regular guy, he can throw a punch, he can crack a few skulls, stabbing isn't like super easy but it's not a workout.
And then there's that thing.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
Sitovi's companion; we have no idea where it came from, we just know it has more mouths than should be reasonable and it changes form all the time.

Bramuvo; Casual bedmates, decent friends.
Ilianno; A good head on her shoulders, one of the better leaders he's had. Decent friends.
Vitori; Enthusiastic, which is a tragedy. Sitovi makes sure to look after him.

{HISTORY}
He's just your normal every day grunt at work to serve his Family.

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#6
Serendipity Province Plotting / Northwatch
February 07, 2024, 05:00:21 PM
NORTHWATCH
Many Hearts as One
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Table of Contents
1. Province History
2. Geographic Information
3. The People, Society, and Culture
4. Public Figures, Guilds, Organizations
5. Local Laws, Superstitions, and Events
6. Character List



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#7
Shijie / Xia Jingyi, assistant
February 01, 2024, 10:53:50 AM
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{NAME}
Xia Jingyi

{ALIASES}
Assistant Xia
Jingyi

{AGE}
25

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Agender, achillean

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Shijie-ren, Songtu-ren

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'6" without antlers, very slim

{OCCUPATION}
(one of many) Administrative assistant to a High Judge of Jingshen

{RESIDENCE}
Jingshen

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Jingyi spends most of their time at a desk and it shows. They are soft, slim, and very non-athletic. They're about average height and their antlers grow full and tall.

Color; Jingyi is not as pale as some of their fellow Songtu-ren, possessing a mild tan. Their large eyes are a lovely mossy green and their hair is a deep natural black.

Alterations; As a Shijie-ren, Jingyi is mostly humanoid in appearance, except for their seasonal antlers and slender deer feet. They possess sharpened canines and their bones/teeth have a darker grey-black appearance. Their ears are pointed and they possess two white dots on the side of their nose bridge.

Modifications; Jingyi has a terrible set of scars on either side of their neck, showing where the entry and exit wounds once were.

Dress; Jingyi prefers practical clothing without too much fabric that runs the risk of getting wrinkled or stained. Working for a High Judge, however, they maintain a pristine appearance, and they often take great care to make sure everything is in place before reporting to work.

{PERSONALITY}
Precise, clean, organized, anxious

Fun Facts!:
  • Gets terribly, terribly seasick. Uses the bridges as often as possible rather than setting foot on a boat.
  • Likes taking long, quiet walks in the woods or visiting the local theater to watch plays.
  • Is very tolerant to a degree and able to handle quite a bit of stress, but goes absolutely feral when pushed past the breaking point.
  • Cannot speak.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
Jingyi is often plagued by completely incomprehensible divine visions that they can make neither heads nor tails of, so they usually just ignore it.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
TBD!

{HISTORY}
TBD!

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#8
Thanatos / Mayumi Bai - trader
January 22, 2024, 11:59:33 AM
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{NAME}
Mayumi Bai

{ALIASES}
Yumi

{AGE}
20

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Female, heterosexual

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Anathanati and Human, half-Rulastinian and half-Thanati

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'3", graceful

{OCCUPATION}
Trader

{RESIDENCE}
Thanatos

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}

Build; Yumi is petite, with graceful curves and delicate joints.

Color; Like her mother and brother, Yumi has brown skin that deepens in the sun. Her hair is a vibrant, deep copper red, and her eyes are bright seafoam green.

Alterations; As part Anathanati, Mayumi has pointed ears and slightly sharpened canines. Otherwise, she is standard human shape.

Modifications; Mayumi possesses a lip piercing but presently no tattoos.

Dress; Her style of dress can only be described as 'to the nines'. Bright colors, gold jewelry, and beautiful hairsticks. She also has a collection of perfumes that she alternates between.

{PERSONALITY}
Spirited, proud, intelligent, confident, dutiful.

Fun Facts!:
  • Will absolutely get into a fight with Yosuke over mangoes. They've been having eating competitions since they were kids.
  • Politeness dictates that she will not outright SAY she is unimpressed with someone, but she is usually very unimpressed.
  • Is constantly jealous of Yosuke's ability to go to Rulastinia with their dad. She's never been allowed to go and it grates on her.
  • .

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
Very good at tying knots since she learned watching her father and brother.
Also learned Thanati martial arts and is fully capable of putting you in the ground with her bare hands.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
Mom and dad, who run both sides of their trading company that runs between Thanatos and Rulastinia. Her mom is Thanati and a ruthless businesswoman on the islands, whereas her father negotiates trade in Rulastinia. She has an older brother, Yosuke, and a younger sister.

{HISTORY}


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#9
Thanatos / Bai Yosuke - trader
January 21, 2024, 09:17:54 AM
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{NAME}
Bai Yosuke

{ALIASES}
N/A, just Yosuke

{AGE}
27

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, demisexual

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Anathanati and Human, half-Rulastinian and half-Thanati

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'6", athletic

{OCCUPATION}
Trader

{RESIDENCE}
Sails between Thanatos and Rulastinia and spends the same amount of time in both locations on average

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Formed by a life of sailing, Yosuke has a strong back and steady legs. His musculature is further honed by a dedication to Thanati martial arts. He's a little taller than the others he sails with, but is overall fairly average in stature.

Color; Yosuke has tan skin, which darkens considerably after months on a boat traveling between Thanatos and Rulastinia. His waist-length hair is a rich, warm brown, and his eyes are a light sage green.

Alterations; Given his Anathanati heritage, Yosuke has pointed ears much like the rest of his Rulastinian kin. His canines are slightly elongated and sharp, but otherwise he possesses a standard human shape.

Modifications; Heavily calloused hands, a few scars here and there, and a growing tattoo collection that is rapidly overtaking his torso.

Dress; His dress depends on where he presently is, though he tends to favor the layered robes of his Rulastinian side. The further he gets from the cold of Rulastinia, however, the more he will wear knee-length pants and short-sleeved robes, the better to leave his arms and legs free while he works. The only consistency is in the leather gorget around his neck as many of his fellow Rulastinians wear. Even in the relative "safety" of Le'raanan waters, he does not usually give up this bit of protection without reason.


{PERSONALITY}
Thoughtful, protective, hard-working, sincere, curious

Fun Facts!:
  • Can and will eat his weight in mangoes if left unattended.
  • .
  • .
  • .

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
He works with boats so he's real good at boat things, tying knots, etc.
Also practices a form of Thanati martial art, utilizing hardened and treated sticks as weapons.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
Mom and dad, who are quite the intense businessfolks. His mom is Thanati and runs the business on the islands, whereas his father negotiates trade in Rulastinia. He has two younger sisters, one 20 and one 10, who both reside on Thanatos with their mother.

{HISTORY}
Stuff sure did happen.

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#10
Shijie / Tao Yahui, doctor
January 14, 2024, 02:14:43 PM
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{NAME}
Tao Yahui

{ALIASES}
"Doc"

{AGE}
32

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, demisexual

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Shijie-ren, Sheng-gu

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'9", average build

{OCCUPATION}
Local doctor and apothecary

{RESIDENCE}
A small town on the outskirts of Tanhuang

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Yahui is pretty average in his build. He's not overly soft like more well-off scholars in the city, and has done much of the gardening and foraging for his family's long-standing medicine shop.
Color; Yahui has brown skin, which darkens considerably when he's been out working in the garden. His hair is a rich, natural black, and his eyes are a bright purple.
Alterations; As one of the Shijie-ren, Yahui grows and sheds long, elegant antlers seasonally. His canines are sharp, his heart is semi-exposed, and his feet end in delicate deer-like hooves.
Modifications; None.
Dress; Yahui prefers to have his arms free, and will tie back the sleeves of his clothes back when he needs to do work of any sort. Still, given his role as a doctor and his geographic proximity to the capital city of the Empire, he does not struggle in the slightest. His clothes are well-maintained, and he can afford several different accessories for his hair and antlers. He doesn't flaunt this wealth over-much, however, and will say there's little point in fine silks if he's just going to get mud on them.

{PERSONALITY}
Calm, poised, practical, polite, with a surprising ability to be stern when he needs to be

Fun Facts!:
  • Likes being in the sun. Cannot relate.
  • Likes to go for long nature walks and will often volunteer to go foraging because of this.
  • Prefers the quiet.
  • Has a distinct love for pulpy fiction.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
N/A

{RELATIONSHIPS}
A large, well-established family that has provided medical care for their town for generations. Yahui is one of many cousins, but unlike several of his relations, has not submitted to any matchmaking efforts so far.

{HISTORY}
Take time to care for yourself, or your body will schedule it for you.

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#11
Serendipity / Euan of Northwood
December 04, 2023, 04:44:50 PM
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artbyme
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{NAME}
Lord Euan of Northwood

{ALIASES}
Euan, Bear

{AGE}
41

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, ???

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human, Serenian

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'11", sturdy

{OCCUPATION}
Grovekeeper in the deep of the Northwood

{RESIDENCE}
In the wood, in the Grove, Caer Northwood

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Euan is tall and well built, with thick muscles and a broad chest.

Color; Like most of his relatives, Euan is brown-skinned, with medium-dark brown hair and warm brown eyes. He is covered head to toe in freckles.

Alterations; He is human, human shape!

Modifications; Euan lost his right leg just below the knee, and so uses a wooden prosthetic to walk around on. He has a smattering of other scars along his torso, and almost always has at least a scratch on him.

Dress; In the Grove, Euan keeps to the Circle's typical practical wear, though he's willing to "dress up" when he's visiting Caer Northwood for a long period of time.

{PERSONALITY}
Warm, jovial, easy-going, slow-tempered, famously unimpressed with pomp and circumstance and not shy about voicing it.

Fun Facts!:
  • Gives the best hugs ever.
  • Babysitting will involve your kids being taken out into the woods.
  • Is especially hard on poachers.
  • Has a fondness for certain wild mushrooms.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
He's versed in druidic magics, a good healer, and has a knack for Neighbor speech, though he's not nearly as talented as his babiest brother is.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
So. Many. Family members.

Jewel; youngest brother but one of the ones he has the closest bond with, given their mutual preference for staying out of the city.

Gawain; Nephew. Keeps in touch fairly often, especially since Gawain is the Firstborn and will be taking over his father's duties eventually.

{HISTORY}
Wild noble family produces wild children, news at 8.

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#12
Connlaoth / Gabriel
November 15, 2023, 07:06:16 PM
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art by me
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{NAME}
Unknown

{ALIASES}
Gabriel

{AGE}
40

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, bisexual but never talks about that sort of thing

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human, Connlaothian

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'7", dadbod

{OCCUPATION}
Outlaw

{RESIDENCE}
In various hideouts

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Average height and sturdy, it will take more than a strong breeze to knock Gabriel off his feet.

Color; Pale, with greying dirty-blond hair. His eyes are a deep forest green.

Alterations; He's human, got a human shape.

Modifications; He's got a few scars, some rough callouses on his hands, and a general appearance of a rough life.

Dress; He dresses simple, with clothing that has definitely seen its fair share of years, with how it's been mended several times over.

{PERSONALITY}
Quiet, patient, calculating, distant, vengeful

Fun Facts!:
  • Can fall asleep in a tree.
  • Favorite color is blue.
  • Doesn't smoke or drink.
  • Will absolutely make fun of you if you're a snotty gloryhound.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
None.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
A wife; Now no longer his wife, but hopefully safe and sound in a little village several duchies away. He hasn't seen her in a long time.

Two children; Twins, though separated and in the custody of the church. They'd be about ten, now.

A cause; Gabriel is the unofficial "leader" of an outlaw pro-mage group. They keep decentralized, and work in small cells, and are known for their violence towards anti-mage individuals.

{HISTORY}
A sad one, but one he keeps to himself.

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#13
Serendipity / Gawain of Northwood, future High Lord
November 12, 2023, 04:42:03 PM
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{NAME}
Lord Gawain of Northwood, of Northwatch

{ALIASES}
The Firstborn

{AGE}
28

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, "Thought you'd never ask!"

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human, Serenian

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'10", Lean musculature

{OCCUPATION}
The next High Lord of Northwatch, Guardian of the Northwood

{RESIDENCE}
Caer Northwood, Northwatch, Serendipity

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Tall and lean, Gawain certainly strikes a beautiful figure. A healthy amount of combat training as well as plenty of wild hikes in the Northwood have left him well built for agility.

Color; Gawain has warm brown skin, deep brown hair and dark brown eyes. Everything about him seems to possess a vivid liveliness, as if he's constantly standing in the sunlight.

Alterations; Human, human shape!

Modifications; Gawain has some piercings in his ears.

Dress; The firstborn son of the High Lord of Northwatch, Gawain dresses the part. His tunics are made of fine fabrics and carefully trimmed or embroidered in gold or with some other such embellishment. He prefers gold jewelry and plenty of it, as well as emeralds and pearls. While he does lean towards a casual presentation, there is no doubt that his appearance is something he takes particular pride in.

{PERSONALITY}
Warm, jovial, welcoming, diplomatic, optimistic, flirty.

Fun Facts!:
  • The fact he doesn't have more than one kid already is a statistical anomaly. No one is sure how he's managed.
  • Prefers vegetarian fare, and will absolutely wrestle his own best friend for the last stuffed mushroom.
  • Loves party planning.
  • Still comes home covered in mud with a small animal sometimes.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
As the Firstborn, Gawain has inherited the charge of his House - to one day take on the mantle of Guardian and shield his lands from all danger. The Northwood has, in turn, granted him the same gifts as his father, and his father's father, and every firstborn that came before them. Gawain can commune with the flora and fauna around him, turn into a massive black stag at will, and other nature-based magics.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
His family; Gawain adores his family, all five billion of them currently running around, and keeps in regular contact with what few of them not still living in the Northwood castle.

His wee bairn; Beathan was an utter surprise, but Gawain could not be a prouder father. He adores his son and dotes on the toddler regularly. As Gawain's firstborn, Beathan will one day take on the same role as Gawain and his forebears, as heir to the High Lord throne.

TighearĂ¡n Eoforwine; Gawain's absolute best mate in all the universe, who is currently burrowed in a bunch of stuffy magic books at Airelos University. Even though they are separated by distance, Gawain writes his friend regularly and they visit one another as often as they can.

{HISTORY}
I rolled an Oath of the Ancients paladin and gave him a Scottish accent.

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#14
Serendipity / Silas Cowen, courtesan
November 03, 2023, 06:36:08 PM
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{NAME}
Silas Cowen

{ALIASES}
N/A

{AGE}
75

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, yes

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Half-elven Serenian

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'9", slender

{OCCUPATION}
Professional courtesan, under the Guild of Silver Whispers

{RESIDENCE}
Client estates as contracts determine, otherwise a guild House.

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Slender, graceful, and long-legged. He definitely looks quite delicate.

Color; Silas has long, black hair streaked with grey. His eyes are a dark hazel. His skin is pale but warm-toned.

Alterations; He's half-elven, so his ears are pointed and his movements particularly fluid.

Modifications; None.

Dress; Silas always dresses to impress. No matter the audience, he will be perfectly put together. He favors rich green clothing and golden jewelry, with plenty of pearls and emeralds.

{PERSONALITY}
Calm, collected, polite, congenial.

Fun Facts!:
  • Has a considerable collection of perfumes that he rotates through.
  • Likes fresh fruit the best, though he does need it to be properly cut and utensils provided to prevent mess.
  • Loves reading.
  • .

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
As a member of the Guild of Silver Whispers, Silas has been extensively trained in courtly manners, etiquette, history, politics, current events, poetry, formal dance, calligraphy, horseback riding, conversation, and psychology.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
Brag - Silas' bodyguard/chaperone, almost always just a few steps away from Silas at any given moment. A Connlaothian ex-pat, he doesn't talk much about his personal history, nor does Silas ever disclose what he knows.

{HISTORY}
The only son of a minor Serenian noblewoman and an elf, Silas was never important enough to his family line to be granted any considerable inheritances or roles. Instead, he was taught and tutored by his mother, and then when he was old enough, applied to join the Guild of Silver Whispers. His application was accepted, and he spent several years in training to hone his skills as a very high-end courtesan. The guild has many Houses across Serendipity, and Silas travels to meet clients as appropriate by contract.

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#15
Wanderers and Independents / Mavko Nadjy-lo, Oratok Orc
October 30, 2023, 09:40:43 AM
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{NAME}
Mavko Nadjy-lo

{ALIASES}
"Mav"

{AGE}
30

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, ???

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Oratok Orc

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
6'10", very built

{OCCUPATION}
Fisherman, trader, general boat things

{RESIDENCE}
The Ora River between Serendipity and Adela

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Big and built, Mav has thick biceps and strong shoulders and a solid core. Nothing about him is delicate, and he is prosperous enough to appear well fed.

Color; Mav has a deep cattail coloration to his skin, and rich dark brown hair. His eyes are a stormy grey blue.

Alterations; Mav's an orc! He's got pointy ears and big ol' shiny tusks.

Modifications; Mav boasts not just one but two sleeves worth of scarification, going from the tops of his hands all the way up to the tops of his shoulders. Each ear has two lobe piercings, where he wears thick golden hoops.

Dress; Despite being well-off, Mav dresses fairly simply. He prefers to wear a light long sleeved tunic and wide-legged pants that end just below his knee. He has a net-weave collar necklace and a string of beads, and several different rings and bracelets made from various metals or woven thread. For special occasions he'll throw on a silk jacket over a deep navy tunic.

{PERSONALITY}
Steady, dependable, observant, diplomatic, intelligent, good-humored

Fun Facts!:
  • His hair is his pride and joy, and he has a nightly routine to take care of it and keep it silky smooth and growing thick. His beard he's less concerned with.
  • Likes cats and will share a catch with any nearby strays he spots.
  • Polyglot.
  • Has a rich baritone singing voice.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
No magical or supernatural abilities, just standard orc levels of strength and endurance.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
Despite being Prime Orc Material, Mavko is still on a bachelor boat with one of his cousins. He jokes that he's already married to the boat itself when someone asks why he's not been snapped up yet.
He's got a mom, who has two husbands, and is proud to be the elder brother to two sisters. He's also got a good handful of cousins, nieces, and nephews, and he'll step in to help out with his family where needed.

{HISTORY}
He was born, he learned to fish, he continues to do very well for himself.

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#16
Guilds / The Oratok Orc Tribes
October 29, 2023, 04:19:46 PM
THE ORATOK ORCS

Demonym: Oratok

Governance:
The Oratok orcs group by clusters of houseboats, rafts, and other smaller craft on the river Ora and its connecting waters. The leadership is an informal series of decisions regarding skill, boat ownership, and experience. The Oratok orcs have borrowed the word "captain" from the local human populations, and call their current leader as such.

Geographic Location:
The Oratok orcs are found primarily along the Ora river, but may also be found in the various branching rivers both north into Serendipity and south into Adela.

Borders:
Being nomadic, the Oratok orcs do not have a specific set border for their territory, instead traveling and trading along the waters, with only a few permanent settlements along the riverbanks.

Ethnic Diversity by Percentage:
95% orc, 5% other.

Appearance:
The Oratok orcs are tall and broad, averaging about 6 to 7 feet in stature with thick musculature. The average lifespan of an Oratok orc is about 80 years.
Their skin tends toward dark, reedy greens and deep grey-browns. They tend to decorate their arms from the tops of their hands up to their shoulders in interlocking scars, with small pebbles inserted at the crossing sections to resemble a fishing net. These ornate body modifications take time to do and properly heal, and so not every orc will undertake the process, but might do so as a show of their wealth and prosperity since they were able to take the time away from work.

Oratok orcs grow their hair long, and they take great pains to keep their hair shiny and silky, with regular washing, combing, and oiling. During work, they'll coil their hair up into a high bun, but during their day to day they wear it loose. Letting their hair knot or mat is seen as being extremely unhygienic.

Tusks are common, and similar to their hair, are very well kept. Missing tusks tend to be due to injury, and are typically repaired or replaced with metal.

Having considerable contact with various cultures and peoples along the rivers, the Oratok orcs have picked up several different influences in their general style and dress from as far east as the Hivan ocean shore and Thanati trade, to as far northwest as the Draconi Forest and Serenian trade. Both genders wear wide-legged pants that reach just past their knees, and loose fitting shirts that don't restrict their arms.

Accessories can vary, and be borrowed from many different other cultures along the riverbanks. However, some common forms of Oratok jewelry are wide net-weave collar necklaces, strings of snail-shell beads, and thick gold hoop earrings. The earrings are the most common, as the Oratok will use them as a kind of emergency payment in case a sailor dies far from his group.
#17
Adela / Ilke (Glory) Aide, Funnel fighter
October 16, 2023, 01:32:58 PM
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{NAME}
Ilke (Glory) Aide

{ALIASES}
N/A

{AGE}
36

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Female, bisexual

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human, Cortlan, Adelan

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
6'1", boxer build

{OCCUPATION}
Funnel pit fighter

{RESIDENCE}
Skythread City, Cortla, Adela

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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Build; Ilke is built Ford Tough. While most Cortlans have a good amount of climbing muscle, Ilke also has the kind where when she punches you, you don't usually go back for seconds.

Color; Like the rest of her family, Ilke has dark brown hair, bright green eyes, and dark brown skin.

Alterations; An eighth elven, she has a mild point to her ears.

Modifications; She's the only one of her siblings with no tattoos and no piercings. Says piercings will just make a mess in the Funnel, and tattoos would hide how completely unscarred she is. A fact she is wholly proud of.

Dress; Ilke dresses in whatever lets her move, usually a shendyt and a tight panel-shirt. During hold weather she may opt for a longer shendyt and a poncho.

{PERSONALITY}
Fiercely loyal, protective, with a strong sense of justice and a firm believer in making bad people pay up. She calls bullshit exactly where she sees it, and is not idle in her threats.

Fun Facts!:
  • Will sell you to Satan for one corn chip.
  • Would have no idea what to do when being wooed.
  • .
  • .

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
Given her elven ancestry, she does have some heightened dexterity, but otherwise... she fights good.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
Imthraime of the Serha Plains - Ilke's paternal great-grandmother, a severe elf woman who cares deeply for her family and regularly gets in their business.

Takan (Diligence) Imthraime - Ilke's father, a sullen-looking quarter-elf with a sharp sense of humor.

Ronah (Peace) Aide - Ilke's mother, deceased, once a celebrated member of the Trapdoors.

Haran (Laughter) Aide - Ilke's younger brother, a spider-shepherd.

Takke (Cleverness) Aide - Ilke's sweet baby brother, a walking ball of chaos.


{HISTORY}
The eldest of three, Ilke has always looked out for her younger siblings, and regularly makes it her business to help them with their problems. Even if "help" translates to "terrorizing the people who made you cry".

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#18
Warnings for language, mentions of torture, attempted and successful murder

In any other lifetime, Van might've been happy to enjoy a warm summer's day on a wide, sandy beach, and then retreat to the local tavern for a pint and a hearty meal. In any other lifetime, it would have been paradise, something well beyond anything he ever remembered experiencing Before. He might've even indulged in a long run, wild and free, chasing all the seabirds and barking at the crabs that made their living in the tide pools.

But this wasn't another lifetime. This was his lifetime, and where the warm summer's day might've been pleasant, it only gave him a sense of deep, impotent rage.

As if sensing his rising anger, a voice called from where the dunes ended and the grass began, and Van turned his ire from the boundless, endless ocean to the Bitch standing up the hill. He didn't even need to know what was said, he already knew the truth of it: he wasn't here. They'd hit a dead end, again, and would have to reconvene and reconsider and replan and re-EVERYTHING. Again.

Slowly, Van stormed back up the hill to the grass, and marched right past the Bitch without a word. Which did not seem to stop the Bitch any, considering the mage turned and followed right behind him. They made their way back to town in stony silence, down the cobbled road and to the tavern, where Van promptly found a table and plopped himself down to stare holes into the wooden surface while his companion dealt with everything else.

It was, of course, the least he could fucking do.

Van only looked up when the chair opposite him was pulled back, and Kharon sat down. He, too, seemed to be dealing with this latest setback in a not-altogether great way. His eyes, already dark, seemed black as death as he stared at the wall behind Van, his hands folded and raised to rest against his mouth as he leaned on the table.

Neither of them seemed ready to break the silence, not even when two plates and two tankards were set down by the barmaid, who was similarly too busy to notice the rudeness of their lack of response. Eventually, hunger won out over anger, and Van began tearing into his food, the motion earning Kharon's attention, who in turn just stared silently at him while he ate.

Which was, genuinely, entirely too distracting for Van's current liking.

"You fucking mind?" He growled. Kharon's eyes narrowed in poorly concealed contempt, before he, too, turned to his own dinner and began to eat.

"We need to figure out where to go from here," Kharon said after a bite of bread and cheese.

"I'm eating."

"I have eyes."

"Use them, then."

A sharp huff, and then further silence as the two ate. After a deep drink, though, Van was considerably more amicable to the idea of talking, and looked across the table at the other man.

"You're sure this is the place?"

"No. This was the most probable lead."

"Probable?"

Kharon rolled his eyes in a way that got Van's hackles straight up, but he kept himself in check long enough to wait for his answer, "The place that had the best chance of being where we wanted to be."

"But not the place."

"Apparently not."

"So?"

"So?"

"So, Mr Books and Magic and Shit, what now?"

Kharon's lips pressed into a thin line, very nearly disappearing entirely. Van took some consolation in how, as angry as the Bitch made him, he was just as capable of pissing him off right back.

"I'll need to do research. Think you can keep from starting bar fights long enough for me to actually ask questions, this time?"

"Think you can ask the right questions this time?"

Kharon slapped a key down on the table and stood up. Van mentally scratched a tally mark on his own side - he definitely won this round. Slipping the key into his pocket, Van stood as well after finishing his and Kharon's drink both.

"Second floor, third to the right. Stay put and don't start any trouble. I will return later." Kharon turned without waiting to see if Van had anything further to say, before storming off out the front door and out into the streets. Another tally, he'd gotten him nice and pissed off.

Chuckling softly, Van headed upstairs with their bags, dropping Kharon's rather unceremoniously on the floor by the door before heading right over to the bed, kicking his boots off as he went.

Another town, another dead end. The Mage - the Bastard - had to be out there somewhere. He couldn't hide forever. And when Van found him, oh, he was going to make him pay.
#19
Warnings for language, blood, gore, body horror, clowns (evil), and lots of child endangerment


The air reeked of celebration.

It was an odd observation, to be sure, but it was an observation nonetheless. The air carried with it the telltale signs of something special happening - quick-fried foods, sugar, beasts of burden and considerable amounts of strewn straw. The general odor of crowds of bodies in an excited state. Sweat, lantern oil, and-- interestingly, paint. This all coincided, of course, with the other general signs of something Fun happening. There was laughter, a natural byproduct. Amused chatter cut by loud cries grabbing for anyone and everyone's attention. Music played on various instruments filled what little quiet that filled the ever-darkening evening air.

Admittedly, Shea Ru would not consider himself a particular expert on things such as local festivals - the Incident in Thanatos had made that much extremely clear. It was a gap in his learning that he didn't feel was particularly important to rectify completely within a short amount of time, but it was a gap that needed rectifying nonetheless. If he just so happened upon one, it was imperitive that he investigate. Devotion, after all, did not possess limitations.

It also didn't hurt that he quite literally had been walking the roads of Ravensway for days, and this was the first town he had come across since crossing the provincial border. While his mind remained perfectly alert, the body did require some form of rest, and he had not had time to prepare himself for a fresh start quite yet. A few nights' stay in a quaint little town would certainly not hurt him any - even if the bright, alarmingly-smiling visages painted on the sides of the wagons gave him something of a pause.

While there was plenty that could be said for artistic license, Shea Ru was very, very sure that no human possessed quite that many teeth. Or was ever that happy outside of a considerable psychological event.

Given that there were wagons, and the tents arranged on the outskirts of the small town had the look of being well-used and well-traveled, Shea was sure that this was not an exclusively local form of festivity, but rather more akin to a roving band of entertainers. He stepped along the pathways created by several smaller tents, each one advertising something different: feather candy, sweet dogs, candied apples, sticky corn, deep fried pies, games involving bottles and rings, balls and cans, tests of dexterity and strength. All of these were carefully monitored by blindingly colorful people - each one with their face painted and their mouths pulled into wider and wider smiles.

Shea Ru was familiar enough with the facsimile of smiling to know none of them actually meant it. A quick dart of the eyes here and there, and the motivation was clear - the games were not meant to be something most could win, and even the presentation of specialized foods was done with the intention of collecting as many coins as possible from the townsfolk.

The further he walked, the more the influence of magic became obvious. The lanterns towards the center all floated several feet above everyone's heads, each one twinkling between various bright colors, bathing all of them in veils of greens and blues and pinks that shifted smoothly from one to the other. The brightest lights were around the center tent, which was also the largest of all them, making sure everyone around the whole carnival could see and read the words even in the gathering night:

Happy Jack's Funhouse!

Shea stopped in his tracks to consider the tent, its doorway a huge mimicry of a clown's wide-open mouth. He couldn't quite see inside, and it took him a moment to recognize why - more magic, darkening the space beyond the clown's mouth, the only hint that passage was capable being the railway tracks that led directly inside, currently housing a cart that was being loaded with grinning, laughing townsfolk.

Once the cart was loaded and several metal bars were lowered to keep its passengers in place, the assortment of colorful clowns manning the front of the funhouse stepped away. Shea watched as the cart pulled back on the rails, before speeding forward, the delighted yells of the passengers disappearing into the mouth while a laughing, disembodied voice yelled "yum!" After that, Shea couldn't hear the passengers at all.

Curious.

The body needed sleep. But the mind needed to know where that passage led. As Shea considered his options, one of the clowns approached, boisterous and welcoming.

"Hey now, don't be shy! The next cart is coming, so step on up, and enjoy the ride!"

Very curious. Shea watched as another cart did, in fact, materialize onto the rails, empty of passengers and metal bars open to allow for a fresh batch to settle in.

"Just a shil, and you'll be on your way!" the clown insisted, one gloved hand held out expectantly. Ah, yes. Shils, those were one of the (admittedly numerous) coins used in the borders of Serendipity. Shea pulled a small purse out of his satchel, and considered the contents for a long moment, before recognizing which of the various forms of currency were appropriate for the environment. He pressed the coin into the clown's hand, and returned his smile. The clown, however, did not seem to be prepared to be met this way, and his own painted smile faltered just a bit upon meeting Shea's eye.

Still, payment received, and he quickly waved Shea on board the cart, before turning his attention back to the other carnival-goers in the hopes of finding another passenger.

"Step right up for a wild ride! Just one shil!"
#20
Serendipity / Caoimhe, your friendly Night Neighbor
October 09, 2023, 09:24:35 AM

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{NAME}
Caoimhe (Kee-vah)

{ALIASES}
The Midnight Maiden

{AGE}
N/A

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
She prefers to keep a feminine form, sexuality tends towards men but varies

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Neighbor, Night, of Serendipity

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'9", slim

{OCCUPATION}
Night Neighbor things

{RESIDENCE}
Primarily northern Serendipity


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{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}

Build; Caoimhe stands tall and slender, with delicate joints and not a whole lot of curve to her.

Color; As a Night Neighbor, Caoimhe naturally is very dark in complexion, with deep grey skin that fades to pitch black from her shoulders downwards. Her hair is a deep midnight blue, and all over her are bright starlike freckles.

Alterations; While mostly human in shape, as most Neighbors, Caoimhe has pointed ears. Her eye sclera are black, with bright, glowing blue eyes.

Modifications; N/A

Accessories; Caoimhe varies in how she chooses to appear, clothing-wise. Typically when dealing with humans, like most Neighbors do, she will make sure no one gets too scandalized. 


{PERSONALITY}
  • Very quiet, observant, adventurous, mischievous, doting, friendly

Fun Facts!:
  • Caoimhe loves hanging out with people, either just sitting and quietly watching them carry on, or actively getting involved in whatever is going on. Given she's entirely nocturnal, these late-night goings-on are not always of the legal variety.
  • Goes invisible in broad daylight. It doesn't hurt her, but she's hard to keep track of in direct sunlight.
  • Milk and honey are Delicious.
  • Finds alcoholic drinks disgusting and will just quietly make a face if given some.
  • You will not hear her approaching

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}

She's a Neighbor! As a nature spirit, she is capable of things that are to do with her chosen variance. She can shroud herself or others, disappear into shadows, and put people to sleep if she needs to get away.

{RELATIONSHIPS}

Other Neighbors, the general human population of her chosen territory. She particularly is fond of night watchmen, thieves, bandits and the sorts of folk who are up and about after sundown. She's known to give them boons if she's appropriately treated, which is very handy if you're doing something you don't want anyone else to see.

{HISTORY}


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