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− | <p style="text-align:right;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#986262;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;"> | + | <p style="text-align:right;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#986262;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;">Aristocrat</p> |
− | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#827a68;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;"> | + | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#827a68;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;">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.</p> |
− | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#986262;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;"> | + | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#986262;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;">Father</p> |
− | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#827a68;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;"> | + | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#827a68;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;">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. </p> |
− | <p style="text-align:right;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#986262;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;"> | + | <p style="text-align:right;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#986262;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;">Theorist</p> |
− | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#827a68;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;"> | + | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#827a68;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;">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 the keeper 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. </p> |
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<p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#986262;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;">Wolf </p> | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#986262;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;">Wolf </p> | ||
− | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#827a68;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;"> | + | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#827a68;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;">A dreamer, a thinker and oftentimes not more than a beast. Where strands mark the end of civilised behaviour and turn into mere thin threads, his mind is free to flail between apathy and annihilating blaze. A fragile state, that nigh no one can tame, once entered – so this undomesticated state of mind remains a luxury to the keeper, in which he is seldom free to indulge in.</p> |
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− | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#827a68;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;"> | + | <p style="text-align:justify;font-family:alegreya; line-height: 14px; font-size:16px; color:#827a68;width:434px; font-variant: small-caps;">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. | ||
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Born as a child of the night, the keeper still keeps the old habit of waking with the set of the sun. He feels at home in the tranquillity that only darkness can provide, which quite 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 keeper 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.
The keeper’s hair, almost tone in tone with the pallid anthracite of his 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 fivefold perforated coin dangles on a simple band of leather, sharing its 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 the keeper 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. Where strands mark the end of civilised behaviour and turn into mere thin threads, his mind is free to flail between apathy and annihilating blaze. A fragile state, that nigh no one can tame, once entered – so this undomesticated state of mind remains a luxury to the keeper, in which he is seldom free to indulge in.
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 Jahre zuvor, Nördlicher Finsterwald. »
ℜauschen. Rot. Der Himmel. Atmen. Schmerz. |
« 3 Jahre zuvor, Staatsgrenze nahe Gyr Abania. »
𝔄ls das Wasser verschwand, aus Meeren wieder Tümpel wurden und das Licht der fünften Ära schon lange im Schatten der Sechsten versunken war, konnten die Wächter der Nacht, deren Aufmerksamkeit solange wachsam auf den tückischen Boden gerichtet war, sich wieder der Schönheit des Himmels widmen.
Eine schreckliche Sehnsucht überkam sie -So lange hatten sie vergessen, was es hieß, die Sterne zu betrachten und ihnen zuzuhören.
Entflammt vom Fieber, fanden sie keine Fährte mehr bei der Jagd; kein Speer traf in sein Ziel. Denn zu abgelenkt waren sie vom Fieber der Sehnsucht -Das Betrachten der Himmelskörper genügte ihnen nicht mehr. Sie wollten sie berühren. |
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Edgy as fuck.
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