Lady Seraphina

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No idea.

@harinezumikouken

Says the marine.

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*Gets stabbed but reveals myself to be a hologram the entire time*

@Guess Who

Endless Life Model Decoys

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Last Oswald Post

Oswald Connoly- Infirmary

Alarms went up inside Oswald's head as Sapphire started talking about how far he was taking his training. Memories of a blurry, indistinct time of suffering and training that put his recent exhibition to shame. Memories of pushing away everybody left in his life, burning six names, six faces, enough memories for six lives into the forefront of his mind as guilt and self-hatred racked his soul.

Even as weakened as he was, Oswald's Aura could recognize danger- or at least, what Oswald had been convinced was dangerous. Ever so faintly, a dark glow emanated from his body before quickly being subdued. Closing his eyes, Oswald pushed back the dark thoughts and tried to focus on responding to Sapphire. "It's not a coastal city, actually...it's closer to a forest. Near a river, as well. It's my home, though. I only came to Beacon because...well, because there wasn't much left for me there."

Stop. It's not worth remembering. Oswald found himself unable to continue, physically unable to keep speaking for a moment as he fought back against his own self-destructive coping mechanisms.

It wasn't meant to be, though. Time alone could not heal all wounds, at least not for Oswald. "It's...not important right now." Why do you keep lying? It can't get any wor-She could see me cry! Oswald's conflicting thoughts and instincts broke his concentration for a moment. How pathetic he must have looked, eyes hardening and posture becoming more defensive at a simple conversation. Sapphire was right. He wasn't in the middle of nowhere. He could take his time to grow, perhaps even relax for a few days. He didn't need to vent his rage by bleeding all over Beacon's nice floors.

But god, did it feel good when he did. "I....I know my habits aren't exactly healthy. It's been...it's been a hard battle getting back to a point where I can feel anything but rage, though. Sometimes it all just boils over. Seeing..." Death. Destruction. Blaine! He couldn't say another word. Too many memories hit him all at once. Brimstone, gunpowder, the acrid smell of charred corpses, the sights-god, remembering their broken bodies hurt the most.

It hurt Oswald so badly to cry, his lung crying out as the recently-patched hole stretched and strained to accommodate the gasping breaths he was forced to take when he felt his body screaming for oxygen.

And it just made him hate himself even more.

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

Ten bucks says I can beat the angst and depressing tone of that post. :)

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Sapphire Rode - Infirmary

Oswald's response made Sapphire remember precisely why she never tried to reason her way out of situations. It never worked for her. She always managed to hit just the wrong button no matter what her intentions were. She'd spent enough time around Oswald to know that when his aura become visible, even slightly it meant he'd thrown his guard against some specific emotional threat. She'd seen it while he was spilling his blood over the Beacon training floors after his last mission.

His attempt to deflect the conversation to his home didn't fool her and it didn't help him as it seemed to steer him into another set of painful memories that he seemed to quickly suppress. Even without the appearance of his aura she could see his posture becoming increasingly defensive with every word he spoke. Smooth Sapphire, always hit the right switches don't you. she thought annoyed at herself.

Despite Sapphire's calm and collected demeanor she knew why he did it. Why he punched an inanimate object till his hands bled and he couldn't see straight. It was easier. Feeling that stinging pounding pain in the skin made it better. If you were hurting, your blood was being spilt, your wrists burning like they'd been set aflame, you didn't have to think about it. That soul crushing knowledge that you were responsible for someone else's suffering. The emptiness in your heart that said "You've failed". For those few moments the pain eclipsed it. It wasn't something a lot of people understood. Not unless they gone through it. It wasn't as though all the scars on Sapphire's arms were her father's fault.

"It's not worth it." she whispered. The air she breathed came in tight evenly spaced breaths. The perfectly ordered breathing of someone who is making a desperate and mostly successful attempt to keep the emotion out of their voice. "It gives you a moments reprieve but..." Sapphire had trouble finishing the thought. Her breath still coming in tight and controlled even as Oswald struggled to control his tear. "It... It just makes you hate yourself more in the end." It was sort of hypocritical of her but Sapphire had come to terms a long time ago with the fact that she was damaged beyond any hope of ever being whole again. She could only do whatever she could to make sure no one else was ever as broken as she often felt.

Just then her scroll played a three second clip of a hurricane ripping apart a forest. Her custom tone for any of Shiro's texts. Desperate for an excuse not to meet Oswald's eyes after those few short sentences revealed more about her then she ever wanted anyone to know. Quickly she pulled her scroll out and read more or less what she was expecting, grateful not to have to look at Oswald. It was a group text to the team asking if they wanted to go out. She had no doubt she was only included so that she wouldn't find out second hand that her team went out on the town without her. No one on her team, particularly Shiro actually favored her company. Taking her time to compose a reply and her face at the same time, she texted back.

From: Sapphire Rode
To: Abel Fulgerate @Lugubrious, Gren Orchid @Lucius Cypher, Kuhaku Shiro @harinezumikouken
Subject: "Re: Arcade and pizza?"

"Now's not a good time. I'm rather involved with something at the moment."

Normally she likely would have just said "No thanks." or "Not now." but Sapphire was dreading the look of pity that was probably already forming on Oswald's face. It was the last thing she ever needed, from anyone.
@Multi_Media_Man

The Otherworld: Faerie Light (Fae Political Intrigue RP) [Fantasy/supernatural/character driven]

@POOHEAD189@Terminal@Zendrelax If any of you are interested I've put up the sheet for my Spring leader along with the one defining the Mara.

@The Narrator Does Coldheart have no family worth mentioning? Siblings, mother, father...?

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he had feelings for a crossdressing detective "A girl who dressed like a guy" So it didnt help that plus his less than "manly" hobbies of sewing and knitting did not exactly aid the situation.

@Suku

Plus his Shadow "The True Self" was very very gay. Like 90s stereotype gay.

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Believe Me, Right Now we need to get our buddy Kenji some Cigarettes so he can Feel Like Home. I'm just Petrified that they wanna Get Me Gone. So let's Slip out the Back and take the High Road while they're wondering "Where'd You Go?"

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

The gay guy from Persona 4?

The Otherworld: Faerie Light (Fae Political Intrigue RP) [Fantasy/supernatural/character driven]

@Prince of Seraphs Ah okay I misunderstood glamour. However the shapeshifting is a ability a wendigo has in some native lore, meaning the ability to transform into a human. That was the reason I put it in abilities.

And the second thing well you know mostly humans, but there are rumours...

And the ability to control snowstorms is a liberty I took since wendigos are closely associated with winter and ice. I could change it however.

@The Narrator

I'd never actually heard that, I always assumed the Wendigo appeared human on first consumption and grew more and more beast like the more flesh they devoured. But there's no reason that it wouldn't be that way. If he has two different forms a complete description of both would be required.

As for the snowstorm ability I would say removal would be the best option. Liberties from folklore should be taken to make the original idea more clear (as often folklore is vague), make the fae easier to play or make them fit more compatibly into the setting. Adding mildly related powers isn't really necessary or helpful especially considering the Wendigo have a wealth of their own abilities to take from.

The Otherworld: Faerie Light (Fae Political Intrigue RP) [Fantasy/supernatural/character driven]

The Lord of Winter

Common Names:

Coldheart, The Frigid King, Lord Winter, The Hungry King, The Father of Ice, The Pale King, The Lord of the long Night

True Name:

Matchitehew

Race:

Wendigo

Gender:

Male

Age:

4304 winters

Fae Court:

Winter

Position/Occupation:

King of Winter

Text Color

color=1b1464
When the days get shorter and plants wither, my power grows.

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Black

Skin Pigmentation:

Pale, grey

Height:

7'9

Weight:

187lbs

Physical Appearance:

In his true form, he is a huge beast, at least 150 inches in high with black antlers and razor sharp teeth and claws. The King of Winter only shows himself as a tall, slender, man. His piercing eyes are of pure black and his skin is a depressing grey.

Attire:

His wardrobe is that of a king. Woven from cobwebs and shadows, from starlight and snow. He wears only dark colours and mostly long, elegant robes.

Glamour(s):

He sometimes changes his appearance. He has appeared as a humanoid figure consisting of a murder of ravens, a snowstorm, or simple darkness.

Innate & Outward Personality:

One thing drives the Lord of Winter above all, Hunger.
The only reason he achieved the rule over one of the courts was his hunger for power. He wants to instill fear in his enemies and rules his subjects with an iron claw. On the outside he appears frigid and calculating, like it is expected from the King of Winter. Every political move he makes is well thought out and every move an enemy or servant makes is analysed. The Pale King has a reputation for keeping the status quo when in actuality he is just waiting to strike.
On the Inside he is also as cold as his frozen heart. Life means nothing to him, he does not love anyone and the only people he cares about are those he deems valuable, though he does great things for those chosen few.

Hobbies/Interests:

Throughout the realm it is known how much the Lord of Winter loves games. He enjoys chess and similiar Fae games and is very good at them. He also is considered a scholar, searching for lore and knowledge. His one true love as many call it is the hunt, he regularly leads the hunt of the winter court.

Skills/Talents:

The Pale King is more than capable hunter and tracker. The greatest strength of Coldheart is that he is a masterful strategist, statesman and puppetmaster. Many rumors also whisper that he dabbles in dark Fae magic and collects powerful artefacts.

Goals/Motivation:

The Lord of Winter wants to stay in power with all means. He hungers to give the Unseelie and especially his court a strong position of power and superiority over their enemies. He also secretly wishes for a way to bridge the gap between the worlds.

History/Bio:

He did not start as The Lord of Winter. In his live he had many names and titles. He was born when days were the shortest and a snowstorm was raging. The Wendigo roamed the woods of the realm of winter, feasting on the foolish creatures that dared to step into his woods. The woods he was born in were a dark and endless place, once someone entered he was lost. And even Coldheart did not know a way out. Centuries passed as he grew in strength and skill until he finally left the comfort of his home and somehow found a way out of the woods.
The moment he saw his king he hungered for his crown. Coldheart wanted to own winter, make the endless night into his realm. And he did. After centuries of service he finally managed to become a chancellor of the King of Winter. He earned that little trust his King was willing to give.
When the court of winter held their grand hunt, it was Coldheart who was leading next to his king. And the route he planned let the hunting party right into the place of his birth. It was there he cornered the king with some soldiers whose loyalty he secured through manipulation, fear and threats and ate his heart in the following battle. That night he came home as the new King.
Since then Winter only knew one ruler. Most lost count since then how often some inhabitant of the Realm was executed, exiled or worse for treason or lack of loyalty. However Winter still stays strong, the Realm where night rules eternally, where plants wither, where Unseelie plot and scheme.
Winter will stay.
Winter will rule.
Fear Winter.

Later

Relationships

Dynamics: Later

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| {Impression (Good/Bad/Neutral} | {Relationship (Friend, Rival, Sibling, etc)} |

Other:

@The Narrator

A couple things mostly minor.

You list his height at 7'9" but in your description you list his height as 150 inches which is about 12 and a half feet.

As a wendigo does Coldheart have to eat flesh to survive and if so does he dine on humans brought in from the mortal world or does he consume fae flesh. (Cause that wouldn't exactly be popular amongst his subjects).

The fae glamour does not represent an ability to shapeshift. It is essentially a mirage that they use to alter their appearance for the most part subtly. Usually it is employed when in the mortal world to blend in as it is much easier for a fae to see through a glamour compared to a humans. While you can completely change your appearance you cannot alter the physical space you occupy. The older a fae is the easier it is to create a glamour that no one can see through but he is not that old. The more complete the alterations the more fae are going to be able to notice the glamour. Perhaps not see through it depending on age and power but they will be able to tell it is there.

Finally with regards to the Wendigo what exactly do you mean by has control over snowstorms? Granted they are creatures of the cold born from the need to survive in such environments but I don't remember any lore that says they have glacial abilities.

The Otherworld: Faerie Light (Fae Political Intrigue RP) [Fantasy/supernatural/character driven]

The Onyx King

Basic Information

Common Name(s):

Lord Briar Blackthorn, The Onyx King, Lord Winter, The beautiful Nightmare, The fearsome Lord, The Pale King

True Name:

Finsterstielzchen

Race:

Mahr/Alb

Gender:

Male

Age:

4304 winters

Fae Court:

Winter

Position/Occupation:

King of Winter

Text Color

color=1b1464
When the days get shorter and plants wither, my power grows.

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Black

Skin Pigmentation:

Pale, a light blue/grey

Height:

7'9

Weight:

187lbs

Physical Appearance:

In his true form, he is like most Mahr a hairy, black furred creature with sharp teeth and cat ears. However nearly nobody knows him that way. The Onyx King only shows himself as a tall, slender, pale man with pointed ears and black antlers. Only his black piercing eyes and pointed teeth show his true nature.

Attire:

His wardrobe is that of a king. Woven from cobwebs and shadows, from starlight and snow. He wears only dark colours and mostly long, elegant robes.

Glamour(s):

His appearance itself is but an illusion, since his true form is another. However he sometimes changes his appearance. He has appeared as a humanoid figure consisting of a murder of ravens, or a snowstorm.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

One thing drives the Lord of Winter above all, Fear.
In his mind everything he does is because of that. He wants to instill fear in his enemies, for him loyalty is only fear of punishment and failure and love is just to fight the fear of loneliness. On the outside he appears frigid and calculating, like it is expected from the King of Winter. Every political move he makes is well thought out and every move an enemy or servant makes is analysed. The Pale King has a reputation for ruling with an iron fist, always listening to council and advice but making the final decision by himself.
On the Inside however all this is because he is fearful. He plans every move so meticulously because he fears failure. He keeps a close watch on his servants because he fears treason.

Hobbies/Interests:

Throughout the realm it is known how much the Lord of Winter loves games. He enjoys chess and similiar Fae games and is very good at them. He also is considered a scholar, searching for lore and knowledge. And even though many find it odd, The Fearsome Lord really enjoys the lavish balls and feasts of the fae and hosts some quite regularly.

Skills/Talents:

The Pale King is a talented fencer, no master but a talented one. He is however a masterful strategist and puppetmaster.

Goals/Motivation:

The Lord of Winter wants to stay in power with all means. His ultimate goal however is to give the Unseelie and especially his court a strong position of power and superiority over their enemies. He also secretly wishes for a way to bridge the gap between the worlds.

History/Bio:

He did not start as The Lord of Winter. In his live he had many names and titles. He was born when days were the shortest and worlds were still one. When the Seelie and Unseelie waged war against each other he was a simple soldier in the war. He fought in many battles, for countless winters. He never truly distinguished himself on the battlefield however. When the split in the fae had finally happened the Mahr saw himself on the side of the Unseelie nothing more than a servant. And all the beautiful and powerful Unseelie ruled from the top of their towers.
All that changed with the second split, when conflict arose once again he knew his time had come. He stepped in front of a frozen lake to look at his mirage. It was not the visage of a king that he saw so he told the small, hidden lake his true name so that the lake shall keep his true visage. This day the servant died and a ruler arose. He came back to his waring home and quickly gathered Unseelie around him who followed him.
The war the Unseelie fought was not long, ending with the founding of the Autumn and Winter courts. The Realm of Winter were now ruled by the Pale King, the Lord of Winter. Through strategy, manipulation and fear he rose from a servant to a king.
Since then Winter only knew one ruler. Most lost count since then how often some inhabitant of the Realm was executed, exiled or worse for treason or lack of loyalty. However Winter still stays strong, the Realm where night rules eternally, where plants wither, where Unseelie plot and scheme.
Winter will stay.
Winter will rule.
Fear Winter.

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Relationships

Dynamics: Later

| Name Here |

| {Impression (Good/Bad/Neutral} | {Relationship (Friend, Rival, Sibling, etc)} |

Other:

Mahr

"There is a lake in distant Land,
Beyond the wonted haunts of man,
Where broods alone in a hideous state
A spirit dead and desolate;
A spirit ancient and unholy,
Heavy with fearsome melancholy."

Race: Mahr or Nachtalb

Common Physical Traits:

In their true form hairy, black or dark brown fur, pointy teeth, pitch black eyes and the ears of a cat.

Court:

Almost exclusively Autumn and Winter.

Abilities:

The word "Nightmare" is named after these fae, in germanic countries they are known as an Alb and the word for Nightmare is "Albtraum". The Mahr can enter the dreams of mortals, mostly to terrify them. A Mahr or Alb can command fear and bad dreams. Also nearly all Mahr have the ability to transform into horses, some also more forms, anyone who rides a Mahr will only be able to leave when the Mahr commands it. Many stories also tell of a Mahr entering through a closed window or door.

Limits:

To enter the dream of a fae is incredibly different then entering that of a mortal. Fae can fight back against the Mahr.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Repulsed by infants or children’s laughter, injured by strikes to the shadow, cannot tread on broken glass.

@The Narrator

I feel really really bad I didn't mention this but literally I've so far defined the Tuatha, the Fir Bolg, two types of tree spirits, an obscure type called the Awenyddion and the Mahr (or rather Mara, Old High German pronunciation) It wouldn't be as big a deal except its the variant I used for the Spring Ruler and I took a couple more liberties in their creation compared to your version. When I've got time tomorrow I'll post up the sheet for them and you can see if they're is anything still salvageable for your character. Though if it moves too far off course for you I would be happy to help brainstorm some alternatives.

The other issues is that the fae realm the Tuatha forged is while not as old as the earth itself still ancient. It essentially dates back to the moment humans started to evolve as a independent species compared to animal lifeforms, essentially looking at the invention of tools and fire. A fae only 4304 years old wouldn't even remember the Autumn/Winter split let alone the unified world, or the Unseelie/Seelie split. He wouldn't have had the chance to take any sort of active role in them. There are very very few fae left that remember even one of the wars let alone all four.