Belle

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@Prince of Seraphs@Krinos Solstice

Jessalyn

Jess was surprised that the female fae actually gave her a name. She hadn't been expecting it, not with the emphasis people put on keeping names secret here. Perhaps it was not her real name?
"What should I call you?" Jess asked, but that was not her real question. If the fae was observant, which Jess hoped she was, she would realize the real question the human was asking:

Should I fear you?

She considered the two options presented to her carefully. This fae had helped her when she had no reason to. She had insulted her, looked at her as a waste because of her disability but had still helped her. And now she gave Jess a choice.
This place was dangerous, probably even for people who did know what they were dealing with. For those who didn't? It was a death trap. The thought of being a pet to someone left a bad taste in her mouth, but there was little she could do about it. If Jess was anything she was a survivor. She pushed and fought when others thought she should back down. Blindness had taught her that disabilities were not what made you weak. Giving up was what made you weak.

"When the deck is stacked against you, learn to play a different game..." she murmured, the angled her head towards the fae's voice and hoped she was looking at her. "My name is Jessalyn. I have trusted you so far, so I trust you with my name. I have pride but know when it is needed and when it is foolish. It would be stupid of me to think I can handle this place on my own. I don't know what I could possibly do for you as a favor, but I promise one to you if you'll help me."

She reached out a hand and Lysander took his cue to push his head up under her palm. "This is Lysander. He is more than my eyes. He is my friend. Anywhere I go, he has to go."

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Lyra

Lyra cocked her head like a puppy when it is puzzled by something. Song didn't know her Ba-Ba?
"You have to know Ba-Ba. He is my Ba-Ba. He's the bestest best ever in the whole world. This is his house. You are here so you have to know him silly."

She cuddled Nikko again tightly. "Nikko is fun and nice. He plays with me," she looked at the lady hopefully. "Are you going to play with me? I have dollies. Or we can play hide and seek. Or we can make the icky people mad and see their faces go a funny color," Lyra giggled. Annoying the courtiers was always fun for the child. Not so much for them.

She looked down, suddenly thoughtful. "Ba-Ba and Nikko like me. No one else likes me. The icky people don't like me," she said very quietly. "They make faces at me and sometimes they say mean things. They say I'm dirty and 'noying'. I pretend I don't hear but I do," she confided. "When Ba-Ba is here they are nice, but he goes away and they are mean..." she trailed off, tears stinging her eyes once again. "I want Ba-Ba to stay here all the time."

Some might think it's strange for her to tell all of this to a stranger, but it was the same concept at a patron at a bar talking to the bartender. Telling someone outside of the situation who is not involved makes you feel better.

The Pit

The sun blazed overhead. The hum of machinery at the receiving station signaled it was coming to life, which meant a new occupant of The Pit was on their way. Several guards, all heavily armed, were standing by as a bright light engulfed the platform. When it cleared a young woman was standing there. Seeing the amount of guards and how heavily they were armed made her grin.
"All this for little me? I'm flattered," she said before stepping off of the platform. The guards immediately surrounded her. "You really think I'm going anywhere?" she asked while rattling the chains on her wrists and ankles.

But it seemed they were not the talkative type. So the long, quiet and very boring march began. Whoever made this place sure knew how to pick scenery. It was desolate, barren, parched, lifeless... everything one needed for the backdrop of a prison. She would have to remember to complement her captor once she met him.
The wind blew harshly but she savored every moment. It was likely the last she was going to get of it for the rest of her existence.
Unless she was set free...

She wasn't quite sure how things worked here. Would she be up for parole if she was a good girl? Not likely. One because of the kind of place this was. Two because there was no way she could be a 'good girl' for long. But until she knew what she was dealing with here she could definitely fake it.

Her first sight of the prison known as The Pit did depress her. It looked as parched and desolate as the area surrounding it. Would it kill them to add some flowers or something? A tree maybe? She supposed criminals were not deemed worthy of atmosphere and scenery.
She was led inside and to the office of what she assumed was the Warden. Her 'escorts' tossed some papers onto the table, likely giving her name and a list of her supposed 'crimes'.

Camira grinned. Well... a few were 'supposed' and a few were accurate.
And quite a few weren't even on the list.

She tossed her dark hair away from her face, her amber eyes glowing like the coals of a fire. Hopefully the Warden was male and humanoid. At the very least maybe she could flirt her way to good treatment.

The Pit

Good question. They are teleported there to a receiving station a few miles away, then marched to the Pit under heavy guard.

@Aristocles

okay awesome then I can get an opening post up with Camira arriving at The Pit

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

working on a post for both of my characters now

The Pit

@AristoclesHow do prisoners arrive at The Pit?

The Pit

Name - Camira (means 'of the wind')

Age - 83 (looks 19)

Race - Halfling (Father was Human, Mother was Wind Fae)

Powers - highly skilled alchemist, specialty being talismans and potions
has some affinity towards wind powers (ex: smoke manipulation to form shapes and likenesses)

Distinctive Characteristics - alchemic symbol for Air carved into her forehead
her eyes have an amber glow to them, like smoldering coals
always smells of incense

Personality - She is so vague at times she makes others wonder if she is serious. And sometimes the things that come out of her mouth makes others wonder if she is all there mentally. Rather playful, but her play can quickly turn either into seduction or threatening depending on her mood. When asked about her past she always tells a different story, leaving others to wonder if she is doing it on purpose or if she genuinely doesn't remember what is the truth anymore.

Crimes - One story is that she refused the advances of a noble who then branded her an evil witch and threw her in The Pit.
Another story is that she cured a child at death's door and the parents accused her of using dark magic, landing her in The Pit.
Another is that she caught her lover in bed with another woman, burned the woman alive and used the smoke from the burning to suffocate the man, was caught and thrown in The Pit without a trial.
Another is that her father saw what she was becoming and, fearing her, sent her away to The Pit.
Another is that she gave a talisman to a businessman that turned him into a hog after he tore down her home to make way for his own building project.
Still another is that she pissed off an official by giving him a potion that caused him a... ahem, 'personal' problem as a prank.
But all of these stories have been told by Camira herself, so there is considerable doubt as to which is actually the truth.

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Got it! Working on her right now! And thank you again for making this rp! :)
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EDIT:

Finished with my character Camira
Please let me know what you think of her everyone.

I had a thought that maybe she could be just arriving at The Pit, to give the people already there the thrill of a new person, but if it works better for her to already be there that's fine as well.

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@Aristocles

So should I post my character here first for approval or post it in the characters tab?

The Pit

Yay! Thank you for the welcome!
Will post my character when I get home tonight

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

She only goes for other fae.

@Prince of Seraphs

Aww :-(