𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒚, 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈.

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏

ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘᴜꜱ : ᴀ 21+ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ. athens, new york: an island city, all trees and marble, glass and steel and highrises set against an ocean skyline. bustling and loud, crowded, but not without a bizarre sense that it must have sprung up overnight, somehow, when surely it must have always been here, no? on a clear night, you might even be able to see the lights of its more famous cousin, new york city, across the water…if you squint hard enough. it may not get as much attention as the shiny apple across the hudson, but those not so blinded by the lights must certainly have been coming here for years. is there something in the water here, too? no one leaves, not in any meaningful way anyway. feels like it has a special way of pulling you back in, if you try. they, that is anyone who was anyone or paid even an iota of attention to the evening news, called him the minotaur. the media does love a catchy nom de guerre, doesn’t it? sells newspapers like hotcakes in the morning. ambrosia, whether it’s the latest designer drug trend or the latest pestilence sweeping the streets of athens, just depends on how tightly you clutch your pearls on sundays. must infuriate the police, don’t it? that without fail, by the time they arrive to any crime scene at all, all that’s left is the heap of little cream-coloured business cards, the red lines of a labyrinthine logo more taunting than they are helpful. between an epidemic of pearlescent powder, neatly parceled out in small plastic baggies, a tide of crimson bull graffiti, casinos and bordellos and the nightlife (oh my!), it’s no small wonder they call this an atlantic sin city. it’s a vice eat dog world, ain’t it? and anyone who calls athens home is just living in it. powerless, with no memory of their past lives, what's a god gotta do to survive?

MAXINE "MAX" AMARA TYBALT

GENDER: Genderfluid

SPECIES: Witch - Animation

AGE: 35

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

OCCUPATION: Owner of Guilded Ink, Tattoo Shop

DISTRICT: Droitwitch, Inner Vievecor

HEADCANONS:

Max is constantly in gender flux, they wear a pin on their clothes to help with keeping their pronouns for people. They don't mind just having They/Them used. Max's closet is seperated into three sections, Femme, Masc, and the pieces that are more neutral.

Max does their best to have at least one arm always visible, after all they didn't do all that work to have it hidden behind sleeves. 

Art school was useful but Max never truly finished it. The assignments were too restrictive and made continuing in the school not worth it. So she dropped out used the last of the money she'd saved for college and went to work as a tattoo artist.

Don't use their full name. You wont like it. 

Guilded Ink, got it's name from Max's skill with gradients and working with color giving some tattoos an almost metalic like property.

PERSONALITY: Positive: Accepting, Caring (in that older sibling way), Artistic, Protective, and fun loving Negative: Quick to Anger, Stubborn, Secretive, Abbrasive, Impulsive

CHARACTER TYPE: Skeleton - The Tattoo Artist

BLOG: @guildedink

Name: Batman Species: Vampire Status: Taken (Sai)

The chaos of your clan, Noxferatu, was always fine to bear so long as you had your trusty winged companions. As you learned the techniques of your clan members, bats began trusting you innately, and you opened your undead heart to welcome them in. Now you’re downright batty for them. Big bats, small bats, the cave dwellers and the tree roosters – you know them all and consider them family. Sometimes even more than your actual clan. But maybe due to some human encroachment or a rival clan or even fae who’s out to get you, your colonies are now under threat, and they don’t have anyone to protect them… other than you, that is. You’ve picked up a mantle, your calling, and you’re ready to take to the skies to protect the bats you love. Even, and maybe especially, at the cost of everyone else.

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ANYONE COULD BE BLAMED.                       EVEN THE PROUD ELITE.

ABOUT THIS SKELETON: A picture perfect family - THE GOLDEN GIRL and THE PROUD ELITE, both able to charm any crowd they are in. Many would think that they were the Morrison twins with how close they are. But no - Greer is just the eldest, a perfect daughter, and The Proud Elite is the apple of his parent’s eyes. Is there pressure on both of their shoulders ?? Of course, but they handle it well. Or appear to. And they have each other, which has to help. Right ??

MEET EDWARD MORRISON.

{ HARRIS DICKINSON, 20, MALE, HE/HIM } Is that EDWARD MORRISON? A SOPHOMORE originally from MANHATTAN, they decided to come to Ogden College to study COMPUTER SCIENCE. They’re THE PROUD ELITE on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance. 

HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR TROPE: The linen shirts, the tailored suits and the cashmere sweaters attest to his love of all things fine and luxurious. Edward is the stereotypical Barbie of northeastern rich men: his favorite sport is skiing; he loves a good glass of premium aged scotch; and his go-to Holiday getaway is quick trip to Europe. All this privilege makes him a little out of touch with reality. Sometimes he just doesn’t get the so-called “small pleasures of life”. And all this luxury at his full disposal might make him appear a little too self-assured. He doesn’t do it out of malice or hatred of the less privileged, though, he just loves his life too much not to be all-in in it…  

RELATIONSHIP WITH GREER: Most of his life, Greer was like a best friend inside of their home. Someone with whom he shared most of his fondest memories, like summers in the Hamptons, Christmases in the Alps, and Halloweens at Disney World. Yet, when you grow up in a Succession-esque household, there are certain unspoken rules about loyalty and camaraderie. Siblinghood was always a game – fun, for the most part, but competitive and always marred by the inevitable awareness that there was always a great deal at stake and that one could end up finding himself on the losing side. Luckily, for most of their lives, the unfavorite gracefully assumed that position – which neither he, nor Greer ever questioned. But Edward knew that there boundaries to his relationship to the golden girl, there were secrets to be kept from her, lies to be told to appease her, because he knew – as his twin did – that Greer would gladly throw any of them under a bus coming in at full speed if she knew that would expand her advantage in their parents’ rankings.

“mother, manipulating — sometimes there wasn’t a difference.”

× name: talila anouih × age: 44 × gender identity: cis female × sexuality: asexual × face claim: rosamund pike × faction: the covenant × element: water × district: cathedral haven × traits: ambitious, confident, loyal; manipulative, wary, petty

BLURB

a perfect picture hanging slightly askew, you go to fix it but nothing changes. the person in the mirror never looks how you expect them to, always a disappointment. you can tell that something has broken inside of you long ago, but as long as you keep your head held high, no one will notice.

BIO

Talila has lived to witness the creation and destruction of countless things. Some that she had forgotten entirely about, some that haunt her dreams every night. She comes from a long line of people who have always been in the city of Caelberk. While cities crumbled around it, Caelberk has always been steady. She was there, safe inside of the city walls, able to discover the elements as she wished it. These things were expected of her. There are rules to follow and Talila has always made sure to obey them by the book. This was simply the way of things. Her life was planned out for her, without any room for her to decide if this is what she truly wanted or not. Once she had graduated from the Covenant, she was expected to marry, so that is exactly what she did.

But she held no love for the man that she called her husband. There was no passion or life in their marriage, she simply went through the motions as she was told to do. Then she grew bored, so in order to find some form of entertainment she began to manipulate what was going on. At first, it was simple things like what they would have for dinner. Then it turned into testing how far she could go, how much she could push. It became like a game to her, always trying bigger and better things just to see the outcome. She became pregnant just to see how her husband would react, but once it was discovered that her child was born a girl, Talila’s husband grew distant. He had always wanted a boy, and his incessant want for a child to conform to social ideas of gender made Talila hate him more.

She hadn’t even wanted a child, not really. If she sat and thought about it, Talila wasn’t sure that she wanted any of this. If she had the ability to make the decision herself, would she be where she is now? That is a question that she tries to forget, but nags at her every day. This time, she did not manipulate out of boredom. She did so out of vengeance. As her daughter grew, Talila’s husband distanced himself more and more. Talila had no desire for another child. She had no desire at all. She had simply existed for so long following everyone else’s rules that she did not understand how to be. Eventually, he was caught with another. It was easy to point the finger and send him away. Everything was easy for Talila.

CONNECTIONS

ino↪ the shadow standing in a doorway, silent she is everything that you wish you could be. while you never had a choice, she will have all of them. cut from the same cloth but with a different blade and forged anew in her own image without the trappings and worries that you remember of your own.

ariande↪ the threads that rip the cloth it is your duty to make sure every person at the covenant is taken care of, and they appear to be particularly broken. you are unsure of how they got broken or whether you are meant to save them but as you take your role seriously (because someone must) you keep an unwavering eye on them.

geras↪ a thousand years of bated breath you have been around just as long as they have, but may have only shared a few words between yourselves. it wasn't necessarily by choice but by happenstance. you wonder, sometimes anyway, if they've noticed you as you've noticed them, but in the end duty always calls you back to focus.

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NAME: Ivar

OCCUPATION: Warrior

AGE: 37

GENDER: Male

FACECLAIM: Alexander Dreymon

BIO

Ivar's banishment from his clan occurred when he was just a child. His grandfather, a respected clan leader, believed that Ivar's presence brought nothing but ill fortune to their people. It was during a particularly devastating raid when Ivar's grandfather, desperate for a scapegoat, accused him of being cursed by the gods. With a heavy heart, Ivar was cast out, left to fend for himself in the unforgiving wilderness.

Over the years, Ivar endured countless trials and tribulations, battling hostile tribes, surviving harsh winters, and forging alliances with outcasts like himself. During his banishment, he had profound encounters with the spirits of the land and the ancient gods of his people. These experiences ignited a deep connection to the supernatural world and a burning desire to prove his worth and restore his honour. Ivar is a complex character, deeply scarred by his past but driven by a burning desire to prove himself and reclaim his honour. Despite the hardships he has endured, he possesses a strong sense of loyalty, particularly to those who show him kindness. He is determined and resilient, with an unwavering belief that fate can be changed through his actions.

CONNECTIONS

CARPENTER   /   DISTANT RELATIVE.

FARM HAND   /   ANNOYANCE.

MERCHANT  /   OLD CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

THIS SKELETON IS CURRENTLY: CLOSED; NPC.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: cordelia.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: age 73 / 546; cisfemale, politician.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: mother to JUNIPER and HELENA, boss to THE SWEETHEART, old friend to THE ORACLE.

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: +intelligent, +influential; -tunnel-visioned, -prideful.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: old school magic, burning sage, incantations in latin, large tomes of magic passed down to you from your elders, a keen eye.

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: witchy woman by eagles.

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: jessica lange.

you’ve been raised in the ways of witchcraft from a young age, taught by your nonna eva. and since you grew up in a powerful, influential family, you never wanted for anything. your family has long since passed, so you made your own. in your youth you adopt two children with powerful magic potential and raise them as your own. HELENA and JUNIPER quickly became your whole life, your whole world, as you raise them the same way you were raised; with magic. it’s been a long time since then, and now you and your children have founded this town. witchbrew. the name started as a joke, but then it simply stuck. you picture yourself a finder of lost souls, bringing them here to a happier life.

it’s been months since you all have seen the boy!

You know how Kusuo X-Ray ability is always on 23/7 and he can look at his friends, family or even people for a certain amount of time??

Yeah, I have a headcanon that he takes pictures. Like he takes pictures of his friends, family, even like in the middle of the day where he's alone in the city, he just takes a picture and analysis the shit out of everyone. That's just how he sees people's faces, although taking pictures is somewhat exhausting and a bit time consuming, he takes what he has.

Skulduggery Pleasant Realisation

So there I was, going around for years picturing Skulduggery Pleasant as looking 30-something when he died, because he was married with a kid and already part of an elite black-ops unit

But then I started rereading the series again and realised that Skulduggery was about 130 years old

Remembering how China told Valkyrie it would take about 200 years for her to look 25

This fucker was going around fighting a whole war looking like a 22-23 year old guy and that suddenly explains so much about the Dead Men, like they were basically just a group of college friends

I don't know how to feel about this, feel free to correct my math if I'm wrong

𝒉𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒔, 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝝂𝒐𝒍𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒔, 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒚, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒔. 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏.

ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘᴜꜱ : ᴀ 21+ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ɢʀᴇᴇᴋ ᴍʏᴛʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏʀᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ. athens, new york: an island city, all trees and marble, glass and steel and highrises set against an ocean skyline. bustling and loud, crowded, but not without a bizarre sense that it must have sprung up overnight, somehow, when surely it must have always been here, no? on a clear night, you might even be able to see the lights of its more famous cousin, new york city, across the water…if you squint hard enough. it may not get as much attention as the shiny apple across the hudson, but those not so blinded by the lights must certainly have been coming here for years. is there something in the water here, too? no one leaves, not in any meaningful way anyway. feels like it has a special way of pulling you back in, if you try. they, that is anyone who was anyone or paid even an iota of attention to the evening news, called him the minotaur. the media does love a catchy nom de guerre, doesn’t it? sells newspapers like hotcakes in the morning. ambrosia, whether it’s the latest designer drug trend or the latest pestilence sweeping the streets of athens, just depends on how tightly you clutch your pearls on sundays. must infuriate the police, don’t it? that without fail, by the time they arrive to any crime scene at all, all that’s left is the heap of little cream-coloured business cards, the red lines of a labyrinthine logo more taunting than they are helpful. between an epidemic of pearlescent powder, neatly parceled out in small plastic baggies, a tide of crimson bull graffiti, casinos and bordellos and the nightlife (oh my!), it’s no small wonder they call this an atlantic sin city. it’s a vice eat dog world, ain’t it? and anyone who calls athens home is just living in it. powerless, with no memory of their past lives, what's a god gotta do to survive?

AYUMU NAKATOMI

GENDER: Non-binary (He/They)

SPECIES: Spirit (Animal - Fox)

AGE: 900+

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

OCCUPATION: Owner of Rakuen Enterprises

DISTRICT: Hedon

HEADCANONS:

Ayumu is a fox spirit (kitsune) who lived the first few hundred years of their life in Japan around end of the Heian period. They began spirit life as an animal spirit before finally finding their human form 100 years later. As a fox spirit, Ayumu started out serving the local deities for the first 300 years of their life, working as a messenger between them and the humans until an incident drove them to decide to leave and live a life of their own. They spent the next few hundred years travelling the world before finally settling in Vievecor City.

Ayumu arrived in Vievecor City some 500 years ago. They have been coming and going from Vievecor City ever since, using the city as a home base whenever they need to travel. They decided to settle in Vievecor City because there was something about the place that spoke to him.

Ayumu owns Rakuen Enterprises, a business that includes a large number of bars, brothels and underground gambling dens in Klin, Hedon and the Shipyard, with a large percentage of their employees being spirits, especially animal spirits. Rakuen Enterprise businesses can often be identified by a symbol of a sakura flower found somewhere at the entrance. Since such businesses are Ayumu’s bread and butter, it is not uncommon to find them dealing with Vievecor City’s underbelly and they are seen as a major player in that scene.

Their biggest business is a bar that is located in the Shipyard that goes by the name Ware (我 - pronounced ‘wah-ray’). It also sports a gambling den in the basement and private rooms on the second floor for patrons who wish to partake in other services. This establishment is the place Ayumu uses as their business headquarters.

While a majority of the older members in the supernatural community know that Ayumu is an animal spirit given how old they are, younger supernaturals just assume that they are a regular spirit. Not many know what animal Ayumu is and very few people are allowed to see their fox form.

Ayumu enjoys changing the colour of their hair and eyes using magic and it is not uncommon to see them sporting different looks week after week.

After having lived for such a long time, Ayumu is starting to find life on earth rather boring. While they appear aloof and unbothered most of the time, their dedication to helping fellow animals spirits in need is the only thing that keeps them going.

PERSONALITY: Intimidating, curious, easily bored, cunning, aloof, mischievous, sadistic

CHARACTER TYPE: Skeleton - The Old Soul

BLOG:@nakatomi-ayumu

Name: Equilibrium Species: Spellcaster (Necromancer) Status: TAKEN (Alistair)

While other necromancers are out there raising armies of skeletons, you’ve always preferred using your magic on the living. In fact, you want little to do with the dead. Marketing yourself as a healer – something rare in the magical community – you claim that you can heal almost anything. And it might just be true. But what others may not know is that to heal one person’s wounds means to inflict them on someone else. The cost of healing and life may be something you keep to yourself, never letting your clientele know, or maybe you let them decide whether it’s worth balancing the scales. So far, you’ve been able to justify your actions. But you may be faced with some difficult choices when the Law of Equivalent Exchange asks for more than you’re willing to pay.

VIEW OPEN SPELLCASTER SKELETONS

ANYONE COULD BE BLAMED.                EVEN THE FEMME FATALE.

ABOUT THIS SKELETON: It’s easy to love - or pretend to love - THE GOLDEN GIRL like the rest of campus, then to really express the truth. And yet, THE FEMME FATALE is a master of seduction, but less a master of hiding her true thoughts. At least when it came to Greer. Majority of the time, they’d be arm in arm, but every so often, they’d be going toe to toe. Most would back down, not wanting to be seen at odds with someone like The Golden Girl. But The Femme Fatale never backed down from anything.

MEET CHARLOTTE FLETCHER.

{ VALENTINA ZERALE, 22, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that CHARLOTTE FLETCHER? A SENIOR originally from BOSTON, MASS. they decided to come to Ogden College to study COMPUTER SCIENCE. They’re THE FEMME FATALE on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance. 

HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR TROPE: Femme Fatale? Please, no one would put it that nicely. She’d never heard that to her face, but she’d heard the other schoolground favorites- slut, whore, user. Homie hopper. Town bike - she’d laughed at that one. She’d never really understood why other people thought she’d find those words so hurtful. Was it so bad to fall in love all the time? She could walk around like everyone else, ashamed of her body and the things she wanted. But she’d learned early on that it was so much easier to just claim what should be hers, and she hadn’t been denied yet. She loved the thrill she felt when someone looked at her with lidded eyes, when they look at her and she could tell exactly what they’re thinking, when she takes her lover’s hand and leads them outside. It’s not about sex. Sex can be great, or awful, or, most commonly, unmemorable. But the wanting, the mystery, the tension, the jealousy, the performance- that was everything. Her menagerie of therapists had said varying things; that she was looking for the attention her mother never gave her, that she was trying to control others with the only currency she thought was valuable, that she had low self esteem and was seeking validation. Yawn. She’d figured it out herself years ago; she was just looking for the right one. And if she has to break a few hearts on her way there, it’s hardly her fault. After all, she really did like them at the start - how can she help it if they messed it up in the middle? 

RELATIONSHIP WITH GREER: Many thought that Charlie was jealous of Greer, and that was probably true in the way all women were jealous of a woman like Greer.  But that wasn’t it, really- Charlie would have never traded her own life for Greer’s golden cage. She loved her friend. But something about her dug under Charlie’s skin. It could have been the glass-like skin, the goody two-shoes act, the way people looked at Charlie’s chest when she talked and Greer’s eyes when she did. Whatever it was, she often found herself in a bad mood when they were together and would pick apart the smallest things she did. They were famous for their fights, frequently heard screaming at each other through the walls over a boy who had followed them both on Instagram or a backhanded comment made two days prior about someone’s shoes. No one incensed her like Greer did; the only thing more fun than fighting with her was making up with her.

“tell me, atlas. what is heavier: the world or its people’s hearts?”

× name: razah dejarin × age: 50 × gender identity: cis man × sexuality: demisexual/demiromantic × face claim: idris elba × faction: the flow × element: earth × district: crozer haven × traits: steadfast, altruistic, conscientious, stoic, immutable, placid

BLURB

a thousand years it feels like you've been waiting to see the sun rise again over the world, frozen in ice and a dusty relic beneath a falling of earth and leaves but you have never faltered. you are steady when the world shakes and you will continue to hold everything upon your shoulders with nary a shrug and if no one ever knows how much you've bled for them that is fine by you: you don't do it for glory.

BIO

coming into existence some five millennia ago, razah dejarin had bore witness  and been victim to the ruination of the foundation, being around 40 years old during the time of its occurrence. although currently a fact unspoken & unknown, razah had a family of his own once—a headstrong but loving wife and a mischievous but spritely daughter. both had fallen victim to the disastrous events that marked the end of the foundation, as well as the beginning to razah’s eternal repentance for having failed to protect the ones he had cherished the most.

his search for redemption had led him to trilane woods where he’d lived and stayed as a recluse for most of his days. sensitive to the earth he was, razah felt something malignant budding in the woods. he had taken it upon himself to stop, or at least curb, the growing maleficence threatening to overrun the forest. a thankless and demanding job, it was also the best and only way he knew to help the people, being the last line of defense. no one had an inkling of exactly who he was, only recognized as the “hooded figure” of trilane and not even by birth name or face. he would wordlessly help those who’d unwittingly get themselves lost in the woods, not asking for anything in exchange even though he might’ve very well just saved their lives. 

it was in this isolated pursuit that he had inadvertently discovered his unique talent: the ability to channel more than one element. other than this primary element, he had mastered fire during his stay in trilane woods, his earthy proclivity tempering what would otherwise be a feral element. he had never felt the need nor the call to master any more than that—albeit he does dabble in the moon element for the purposes of his hunt in the woods—as he believes in the old adage of absolute power corrupts. 

such was razah’s days, fighting a silent and solitary battle, until he was faced with the cold hard truth that he in solus could not withstand whatever wickedness was continuing to fester in the woods despite his best efforts. after getting convinced to relocate to caelberk, he also joined the flow to enlist their help in researching the corruption in the woods and, most especially, figuring out the root of it all which has eluded him for many a year. he had yet to give up on his self-given quest that started years ago and would still go on excursions to the highly dangerous area to try and cleanse it. only this time, he isn’t so alone anymore. 

with the death of the mason bringing inevitable chaos and unbalance to their world, razah’s attention on trilane woods splits as he gets unwittingly dragged into the wars of the factions. somehow, he is aware of a greater threat lying elsewhere—although not exactly what or who—and a civil war is the last thing that they needed. while he continues to advocate for it in his own way, it is paid no heed by most. razah fears a second foundation might be coming and he’d give anything to prevent that from happening, even his life.

CONNECTIONS

harmonia ↪ a thousand lives you’ve seen together it didn’t matter that you two never really had any reason to converse, at some point the age of a person within the realm of the hollow becomes so that the people you remember by sight are fewer and further between. you see harmonia with the eyes of someone who has witnessed as many horrors as one another and are trying to keep your heads above water. whether this friendship will evolve into anything more than a passing fancy is anyone’s guess, even yours.

ourea ↪ leaves casting shadows on the forest floor happenstance brought you two together: a moment of her being lost in the woods and stumbling upon your relative hermitage with the soft, doe-like gaze of a woman new to the world though she could not have been too young. you saw in her a reflection of your failings — the people you lost, the things you failed to complete — and after months of her showing up to pepper you with questions about the earth element and, in all honesty, just generally being your space... you found family. she is the only thing you have that comes close to what you had and you will stop at nothing to keep her safe.

pallas ↪ an unwanted fire in the dark you see them as they see you, but you also see them seeing you when they think you cannot. you trust very few people and they would be at the bottom of the untrustworthy barrel. you know there is something off about them, but are hard pressed to prove it outright. you will continue to try, because everyone knows when fire meets earth you get something completely different and rare.

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NAME: Eydis Olsen

OCCUPATION: Herbalist

AGE: 27

GENDER: Female

FACECLAIM: Alycia Debnam-Carey

BIO

Born into a lineage of Viking healers and seers, Eydis was gifted with the knowledge of both herbs and prophetic sight. Raised by her grandmother, a wise volva, Eydis began learning to combine the wisdom of plants with divine insight at a young age. She understood the balance between these two worlds. Eydis carries her prophetic abilities as a hidden burden, aware of the dangers that can arise from revealing such powers openly. She receives visions and messages in private, often through dreams or quiet contemplation. Her insights guide her actions and decisions.

Subtly weaves her mystical guidance into her role as an herbalist, Eydis discreetly offers herbs and remedies that she knows can address both the physical and spiritual aspects of her clients' troubles without openly share the origins of her insights. Her clients often find comfort and healing beyond the mere physical remedies she provides.

Eydis carries on her grandmother's legacy by performing sacred rites in secret, away from prying eyes. She holds private ceremonies to honour the gods, seek their guidance, and offer her thanks. These rituals provide her with a spiritual connection that she believes guides her actions and aids her in her healing work.

Known for her wise counsel and quiet guidance within her community, Eydis counsels individuals on their troubles, often offering insights that seem almost otherworldly in their accuracy. She imparts wisdom and solace without revealing the true source of her knowledge.

CONNECTIONS

THE SCOUT  /   BEST FRIENDS.

THE SHIPWRIGHT /  DON'T GET ALONG.

THE AGRICULTURALIST /  FLIRTATIONSHIP.