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+ | "> 18+|EU|Dark Fantasy|Paragraph/Plot RP|[http://de.ff14-shiva.wikia.com/wiki/Zhe%27a_Yilma german]|</p> | ||
+ | <br><br><br><br><br><br> | ||
+ | <table style="text-align:justify;font-family: alegreya; line-height: 13px; font-size:14px; color:#827a68;width:380px;padding:10px;"> | ||
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+ | <td valign="top">[[File:MomentumSmall.png|caption]]</td> | ||
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+ | Fallen out of the sky and perished, clusters of dead birds and other forest dwellers are found in the Black Shroud, while wolf & pack close one rift into the Void after another. A noble service indeed, would they not cut swathes of ruin as their trail. <br> | ||
+ | Surely the resident clans would have put an end to their doing, were they able to get hold of them – But seldom, if ever, they are sighted even by the most skilled trackers.<br><br> | ||
+ | However, the Keeper’s conditions still seems to be desolate; his will however ever more relentless. | ||
+ | The handicapped arm on the left is joined by three deep gashes on the right, tearing apart the patterns on his forearm. <br><br> | ||
+ | All sanity seems lost – it is but mania that drives him. | ||
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+ | </td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | </table> | ||
+ | <p style="text-align:right;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 16px; font-size:13px; color:#827a68; font-variant: small-caps;width:270px;"> current mood <font size:20px;"> [https://soundcloud.com/kurenaiz/aint-no-devil ♫.]</font> </p> | ||
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+ | {| class="mw-collapsible mw-collapsed" style="font-size: 70%; margin-left:30px;" width="240px;" | ||
+ | | align="center" | '''''<nowiki/>''''' | ||
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+ | <p style="font-family: Times New Roman;text-align:justify; line-height: 12px; font-size:13px;background: #131313;padding-left:^8%; padding:8%;color:#827a68;"> | ||
+ | something’s comin’<br> | ||
+ | something’s on it’s way<br> <br> | ||
− | + | No there<br> | |
− | < | + | ain't no devil gonna be where we go<br> |
− | < | + | Gonna wash in the water<br> |
− | + | And save all our souls<br><br> | |
− | + | Take all the children where the flood water’s low<br> | |
− | <br> | + | Ain’t no devil gonna be where we go<br> |
− | + | <br><br> | |
− | < | + | <font color="#986262"> |
− | + | The moon is rising<br> | |
− | + | Dusk is at our door<br> | |
− | + | With darkened horizons<br> </font> | |
− | + | Won’t be scared no more<br> | |
+ | <br><br> | ||
+ | Blood in the <i>river</i>, blood in the <i>sky</i><br> | ||
+ | None but the holy, won’t leave you behind<br> | ||
<br><br> | <br><br> | ||
− | <i> | + | The moon is <i>rising</i><br> |
− | < | + | tomorrow the sun will be born. |
+ | |} | ||
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+ | <div style="background-color: #1e1e1e; margin-top: -520px;margin-left:270px;"> [[File:ZheYBg01.png]]</div> | ||
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+ | <p style="text-align:right;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#986262;width:430px; font-variant: small-caps;"><font color="#827a68"> « what is dead may never </font> die<font color="#827a68">. »</font></p> | ||
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+ | <div style="background:#1e1e1e; border:1px solid #827a68; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; width: 350px;text-align:justify;font-family: alegreya; line-height: 13px; font-size:14px; color:#827a68;padding:20px;"> | ||
+ | <center>''of blood, <font color="#986262">bones</font> & stars .''</center> | ||
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+ | Caught betwixt worlds different from one another beyond compare, the Keepers moves with impeccable confidence. Among the ranks of the ishgardian noblesse and their exurban extensions he functions as a delegate to the vassal house Evancreux, thanks to the favour of their patriarch. Yet it seems like there are other things than influence and money that tie this alleged friendship together. | ||
+ | <br><br> | ||
+ | Once ago born into an archaic cult, deeply veiled by the obscurity of the Black Shroud, shedding the chains and boundaries far removed from civility is of much greater importance. Occult traditions, manifesting in the conjuration of questionable divines and celestials, plaster the road of a much darker path. | ||
+ | <p align="right"><i><b>Death's</b></i> shadow became a persistent ''consort''. <br> | ||
+ | The power over them a constant ''struggle''.</p> | ||
+ | |} | ||
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+ | <table align="center" style="text-align:right;font-family: alegreya; line-height: 10px; font-size:14px; color:#827a68;width:250px;padding:10px;margin-left:230px;"> | ||
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+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>name</b> </td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;">Zhe <font color="#986262"><s>'a </s> </font> Yilma</td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>alias</b> </td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;"> „(young) wolf‟</td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>race</b> </td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;">keeper of the moon</td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>tribe</b> </td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;"><s>levandin</s></td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>origin</b> </td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;">twelveswood</td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>metier</b> </td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;">shamanism|necromancy</td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>patron deity</b></td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;">elementals <s>menphina</s></td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>age</b></td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;">26</td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>height</b></td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;">5'11 fulm</td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>citizenship </b></td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;">none</td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>marital</b></td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;">complicated</td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>orientation</b></td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;">poly</td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | <tr> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;color:#986262;"><b>alignment</b> </td> | ||
+ | <td style="font-variant:small-caps;">lawful evil</td> | ||
+ | </tr> | ||
+ | </table> | ||
+ | |||
+ | <p style= "text-align:center; width:250px;padding:10px;margin-left:230px; font-size:20px;"> [https://soundcloud.com/user-949522884/heilung ♫.] | ||
+ | </p> | ||
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+ | </div> | ||
+ | [[File:Rit.gif|center]] | ||
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− | <font color="#986262">B</font>orn as a child of the night, the | + | <font color="#986262">B</font>orn as a child of the night, the Keeper still maintains the old habit of waking with the set of the sun. He feels at home in the tranquillity only darkness can provide, which reflects the cornerstones of his personality, as he generally displays a highly reserved temper, whom only the fewest of things can elicit a genuine reaction from. |
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<font color="#986262">I</font>n spite of this lithic façade, he holds an unexpected fondness for the sweeter things in life in which he indulges all too often. The Miqo'te might have simply wallowed in his vices for one too many times and thus has been left with a desolate and blunted affect - which could at least justify his withdrawn demeanour. | <font color="#986262">I</font>n spite of this lithic façade, he holds an unexpected fondness for the sweeter things in life in which he indulges all too often. The Miqo'te might have simply wallowed in his vices for one too many times and thus has been left with a desolate and blunted affect - which could at least justify his withdrawn demeanour. | ||
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− | <p style="font-family: Courier New;text-align:center; line-height: 18px; font-size:13px;color:#827a68;"><font color="#986262"> «</font> | + | <p style="font-family: Courier New;text-align:center; line-height: 18px; font-size:13px;color:#827a68;"><font color="#986262"> «</font> 4 years prior, Northern Blackshroud. <font color="#986262">»</font></p> |
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− | + | <font size="5">𝔄</font> single moon shrouded by dark clouds failed to shine its light upon the arboreous scene, which the pale Keeper now infiltrated. Fragments of archaic architecture surrounded them like anonymous giants, ruined and lain waste to. Only the lithic altar was illuminated by a single brazier – fire to keep scavengers away. <br> | |
− | + | And atop the platform lay the husk of a broken man.<br> | |
− | + | It had been three days already. The Keeper was growing impatient and ever more restless, knowing that the man’s fate now rested in the hands of someone he did not trust. He wanted to tell himself that he knew what would be best form him, that he could bring him back singlehandedly, but he could not deny the evident: The young wolf had changed. | |
− | + | The brooding boy he once knew was gone. Transformed as time transforms everything and everyone, he had become a man – a father even.<br><br> | |
− | <font size="5"> | + | <font size="5">𝔉</font>inally, the Keeper stepped into the cone of light that surrounded the altar as the reflection of fire danced in his onyx eyes. He hesitated before reaching out for his chest, convincing himself that he had not inflicted this on him. ''But'' what if he did? Years ago, when he had just left him without a word. Maybe -no- ''surely'' things would be different now. They could have been so much closer than they were now and he would have always protected him. It was easy to say things like these, now that it was all too late.<br><br> |
− | + | <font size="5">ℌ</font>e was not thinking, yet he felt how his body scaled the altar on its own, rising over the still, grey body. The Keeper’s fingers crawled over the corporeal remains as if they had a mind on their own, finding purchase in his rugged, ashen hair, while the other hand caressed his cold cheek. As the ghost pulled the rest of himself over the wolf and they came face to face he saw, that the broken man’s eyes were opened. <br><br> | |
− | + | <font size="5">𝔄</font>ll that he wanted to find was forgiveness in his gaze, <br> | |
− | + | yet they were empty.<br> | |
− | + | A violent rain set in.<br> | |
+ | It landed hard on the yellow orbs that neither flinched nor blinked, leaving his heart numb and hollow<br> | ||
+ | not unlike the body below.<br> | ||
+ | He could not even feel himself weep.<br></p> | ||
+ | |||
+ | |} | ||
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+ | <p style="font-family: Courier New;text-align:center; line-height: 18px; font-size:13px;color:#827a68;"><font color="#986262"> «</font> 3 years prior, border to Gyr Arbania. <font color="#986262">»</font></p> | ||
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+ | <font size="5">𝔚</font>hen the water disappeared, seas became puddles, and the fifth-era’s light had long sunk in the shadow of the Sixth, the wardens of the night, whose watchful eyes were focused on the treacherous ground for so long, could return their heed back to the beauty of the sky. An atrocious craving overcame them- For so long they had forgotten what it meant to look at the stars and listen to their songs. Inflamed by a fever, they found no tracks on their hunts; nor would a single spear hit it’s target. Too distracting was the delirium of their yearning - Merely looking at those luring celestial bodies was no longer enough for them. They wanted to touch them. | ||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | Hence their greatest warriors devised a plan, even though the agony of desire made it difficult for them to even think straight. The answer, however, was so simple and so clear to them that they overlooked it at first. They wanted to touch them, so they had to reach them. And thus, the best archers shot their arrows at the firmament and anchored them firmly in the starry tent. The most courageous among them climbed up into the kingdom of their beloved celestials, although they quickly realized that, while they were indeed able to ascend, there was no way to descent again. <br> | ||
+ | Nevertheless, they continued their journey until they held the loving warmth of the stars in their own hands. They threw them down to earth, to the warrior’s families, to show what beauty their courage had brought them. | ||
+ | The wardens on the ground collected the gifts of their loved ones with great joy and carved lanterns out of the celestial’s remains whose beautiful glow lit up the night sky over countless fields. | ||
+ | <br> <br> | ||
+ | <font size="5">𝔅</font>ut not only their own eyes, which shone with joy, were revealed by the light. Far away, protected by rocks and stones, astonished eyes watched the spectacle that from now on ensued every night. The inhabitants of the underworld had long since seen anything that could lift the burden of their minds - Because in general, there was not much to see in the cold stone caverns. It aroused their limped curiosity so much that they left the shelter of their chosen home to investigate the source of these lights that were so strange to them. | ||
+ | When the wardens and the inhabitants of Gelmorra saw each other for the first time, there was great astonishment, as they had grown oblivious to one another until then. And the wardens did not understand the inhabitants of Gelmorra who were hiding there, underground; they could not understand their motives, that something could ever so powerful that it would separate them from the sight of the sky. And yet they felt compassion for them, for the eternal darkness gnawed at the people of Gelmorra, and gradually consumed their own light. Ashamed of their greed, the wardens gave their valuable lanterns to the deep dwellers and went out into the open fields to ask forgiveness from the mother of the night, because ... | ||
<br> <br> <br> <br> | <br> <br> <br> <br> | ||
− | <span style="margin-left:10%;"> <i> | + | <span style="margin-left:10%;"> <i>„That's a stupid story. Why did they give away the lanterns?"</i> </span> |
<br> <br> <br> | <br> <br> <br> | ||
− | <span style="text-align:right; margin-left:10%;"><i> | + | <span style="text-align:right; margin-left:10%;"><i>„Well, there is no wood underground with which they could have created a permanent source of light, unlike the wardens who could."</i> </span> |
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− | <font size="5"> | + | <font size="5">𝔗</font>he two voices echoed uncomfortably in the bare room, though they spoke silently, so that the plashing of the water almost drowned them out. Not even the raucous laughter, which was carried from far beyond the door to the room could break the meditative atmosphere. The wolf did not seem to mind the interruption of his story and patiently attended the bath of his protege, who crouched in the shabby tub. It was not her home, she did not feel safe here. The furniture was so aged that dark rust splintered from the iron and stuck to the wolf's arm with which he had supported himself on the edge to lean his cheek against the back of his hand in unswerving relaxation. |
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− | <span style="text-align:right; margin-left:10%;"><i> | + | <span style="text-align:right; margin-left:10%;"><i>„It's stupid to help the weak, we did not get anything in return after all ... And I wasn’t even distracted by it, it still hurts."</i></span> |
<br><br><br> | <br><br><br> | ||
− | <font size="5"> | + | <font size="5">𝔓</font>laintively the girl felt for the fresh cuts on her hip. The irritated skin released a small, red cloud into the water, and at the same time sent a silent reproach to her own ward, who gently stroked the girl's wet hair as an appeasement. He unraveled some of the knotted strands and pulled out small, crumbled burdocks. It was obvious that some time had passed since their last bath. |
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− | <span style="text-align:right; margin-left:10%;"><i> | + | <span style="text-align:right; margin-left:10%;"><i>„But the procedure is far from complete. History will repeat itself, so you have to be brave."</i></span> |
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− | + | the wolf answered prudently, but he did not regret the circumstance. | |
<br><br><br> | <br><br><br> | ||
− | <span style="margin-left:10%;"><i> | + | <span style="margin-left:10%;"><i>„All of history? Even the little things, like lanterns made of stars?"</i></span> |
<br><br><br> | <br><br><br> | ||
− | <span style="margin-left:10%;"><i> | + | <span style="margin-left:10%;"><i>„Certainly. But many things are so meaningless that they pass unnoticed. One day fate wrote down all and every possible event. So the world has to either end or the cycle will repeat itself. But Hydaelyn's time has not come yet."</i></span> |
<br><br><br> | <br><br><br> | ||
− | <font size="5"> | + | <font size="5">𝔗</font>he girl now raised her head and looked into the animal's with dark eyes, trying to display a face of deep determination, even though her cheeks were still flushed and her skin swelled from the tears that she had shed until just a few minutes ago. |
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− | <span style="margin-left:10%;"> <i> | + | <span style="margin-left:10%;"> <i>„Is that why we go to Thanalan?"</i></span> |
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− | <span style="margin-left:10%;"> <i> | + | <span style="margin-left:10%;"> <i>„Yes."</i></span> |
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+ | Zhe headshot commission final.jpg | <center> by [http://2ghosts.tumblr.com/ 2ghosts] </center> | ||
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+ | ZheKyumei.png|<center> by [https://www.facebook.com/Kyumei625/ Kyumei]</center> | ||
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+ | Zhe_by_drgriswald-dciqnc611.jpg | <center> by [https://drgriswald.weebly.com/ DrGriswald] </center> | ||
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− | <b>☓</b> I <b>rarely</b> participate in <b>open RP</b> (especially with this character) since Zhe is a little difficult to handle and more of an ‘a n t a g o n i s t’ than an integrated member of society. I am more than open | + | <b>☓</b> I <b>rarely</b> participate in <b>open RP</b> (especially with this character) since Zhe is a little difficult to handle and more of an ‘a n t a g o n i s t’ than an integrated member of society. I am more than open for witch hunts, <u>plots</u> and RP in a framed environment though .<br><br> |
− | <b>☓</b> Server: | + | <b>☓</b> <b>Server:</b> Balmung [but also occasionally Mateus & Omega. I don’t mind alt-hopping server for RP].<br><br> |
− | <b>☓</b> Discord RP is possible as well, I’m quite flexible | + | <b>☓</b> <u>Discord RP</u> is possible as well and even preferred, I’m quite flexible.<br><br> |
− | <b>☓</b> TW: mature content, | + | <b>☓</b> TW: <u>mature content</u>, gore, <b>n e c r o m a n c y</b>, violence - I barely know any boundaries when writing fiction but I try to respect limits of my playpartner. Of course not everything is constantly covered in blood, just be aware please that this character is not meant to bathe in rays of sunshine all day long.<br><br> |
<b>☓</b> I’m happy about every request, don’t be afraid to contact! | <b>☓</b> I’m happy about every request, don’t be afraid to contact! | ||
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Born as a child of the night, the Keeper still maintains the old habit of waking with the set of the sun. He feels at home in the tranquillity only darkness can provide, which reflects the cornerstones of his personality, as he generally displays a highly reserved temper, whom only the fewest of things can elicit a genuine reaction from.
In spite of this lithic façade, he holds an unexpected fondness for the sweeter things in life in which he indulges all too often. The Miqo'te might have simply wallowed in his vices for one too many times and thus has been left with a desolate and blunted affect - which could at least justify his withdrawn demeanour.
Acquisition of said “sweeter things” proves to be easiest when moving in the higher circles of society, which is why he prefers the company of those who, due to their standing, are much more likely to share his appreciation of the pleasures. Despite his childhood being a harsh lesson in humility, not much of it seems to have stuck with him to the present day and one would have an easy time to impute this egocentric with superficiality. Yet in his most inner depths there seethes a vestige of primitive aggression even to this day, which is best not brought forth to the surface.
As a whole he is an ambivalent personality, whose animalistic nature is interwoven with but very little warm-heartedness.
ages of delirium
curse of my oblivion.
♅
Zhe’s appearance boasts with monotony and downright invites to be overlooked; merely his above-average height sets him off of his people.
His hair, almost tone in tone with the pallid anthracite of the skin, cascades in wild and wavy paths down over the entirety of his back, framing a lethargic visage where it meets the cheeks. Narrow lips, paired with clear-cut cheekbones and a prominent nose, would paint the face in broad strokes of aristocracy, was it not for a feral spark, persistently lingering inside the fire of his eyes, always preying, driving away all those fatuous souls who lend their ear to instinct, rather than reason.
For it is this haunting glow of the irides that, above all else, is capable of breaking through the otherwise grey and unmoved veil of his personhood and thus forms the most confessing part of his elseways reserved countenance. An untypically long topcoat of hair on both tail and ears however degrades his wolfish presence to that of a dishevelled mongrel.
As the most ornamental element of his semblance, a white pigmented piece of body art splits the torso into two segments. With strokes of a finger’s breadth yet branching into increasingly thinner lines, an aetheronomic geometry, consisting of many formulae based on different schools of magic, covers the right side of the Keeper’s upper body, telling tales of archaic alchemy and astrology, even if only to the learned eye – Occult phrases and incantations directed towards the celestial bodies, which the more feral children of the Twelveswood still pray to.
Merely a single symbol upon his neck defies the established colour scheme and boasts a rich crimson hue instead.
He rarely clads himself in frippery, except for a few primitive talismans which are hardly ever cast off. These special trinkets count three in number - A perforated coin dangles on a simple band of leather, sharing it's place on the keeper’s neck with other necklaces; One of fragile craft, yellowed splinters of bone beaded and knotted to a string, and another, with an elongated flask dangling on its end, in which, every now and a again, a shadow stirs.
breathe life
into this hollowed vessel of rebirth.
♆
Aristocrat
Seldom did one ever hear a keeper speak so couth. Being eloquent indeed, yet only occasionally communicative, he seems to have received exceptionally commendable lessons in etiquette, rendering his mannerism comme il faut even in the eyes of nobles – However, these lessons may also have sharpened the tongue with which he occasionally defies good manners in servitude to his own needs and gains.
Father
One would think that the little girl at the Keeper’s side was more than just one of his tools, as they seem to share some kind of bond in addition to their visual likeness, and nonetheless the child still rarely appears in public – while she suffices for short trips to the wet markets, she stays away from the streets where the other kids play.
Theorist
The Keeper prides himself with a remarkeable collection of academic writings on various fields of aether-usage as well as tomes of traditional non-magical natural sciences. Most of his ideas and opinions on these text may however seem outlandish and strange even to a learned individual, especially his ruminations on astrology and the occult tradition alienate him from the common scholar. Even though he seems to have developed grand aptitude in the fields of magics, he is seldom if ever seen actually practicing his art, leaving open the questing where else all of his potential may be applied.
Wolf
A dreamer, a thinker and oftentimes not more than a beast. Passing the border of rationality and shedding off manner’s chains, the civilised behaviour can turn into a fragile state, that nigh no one can tame, once entered. An undomesticated mind, free to flail between apathy and annihilating blaze. Lowering all feelings to mere instincts might prove some use for surviving in the wilderness -Not so much when coming face to face with the Keeper’s untamed wrath.
Shaman
The occult fashions of former kin have been all but forgotten, yet they very rarely get a chance show on the surface as his cloak of grace keeps them out of daylight. Nonetheless, he keeps with his primitive traditions, not as to honor the past but merely as a necessity. Blood and star; salvation and bone, tightly interwoven.
Spiritbinder
and in the paths of ash
another bond of burden seek.
♄
« 20 years prior, Northern Black Shroud. »
𝔖ough. Red. Sky. Breathe. Pain. |
« 4 years prior, Northern Blackshroud. »
text written by Ghost, thank you ♥
𝔄 single moon shrouded by dark clouds failed to shine its light upon the arboreous scene, which the pale Keeper now infiltrated. Fragments of archaic architecture surrounded them like anonymous giants, ruined and lain waste to. Only the lithic altar was illuminated by a single brazier – fire to keep scavengers away. |
« 3 years prior, border to Gyr Arbania. »
𝔚hen the water disappeared, seas became puddles, and the fifth-era’s light had long sunk in the shadow of the Sixth, the wardens of the night, whose watchful eyes were focused on the treacherous ground for so long, could return their heed back to the beauty of the sky. An atrocious craving overcame them- For so long they had forgotten what it meant to look at the stars and listen to their songs. Inflamed by a fever, they found no tracks on their hunts; nor would a single spear hit it’s target. Too distracting was the delirium of their yearning - Merely looking at those luring celestial bodies was no longer enough for them. They wanted to touch them.
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