Lady Seraphina

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Seraph, you're out. I cannot give Nyx a nice way out. Not with how I'm thinking and feeling about this whole RP. You are insulting rude and a stressor that has killed this RP for me, to the point I wonder if RPing at all in forums is worth it. I'm calling you on it because it needs to be said. This is not up for debate.

@LadyRunic

I could say much right now but I have been finished with this RP for some time. I have no wish to be ungracious to the rest of the RPers who put time and energy into this so I will leave it at this:

"Let it go and move one."

The Otherworld: Faerie Light™

So, this is a reboot?

@gcold

The Wylde Hunt was a seperated RP me and Shy were apart of that shared some basic similarities. This is an entirely different RP.

The Otherworld: Faerie Light™

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||| Artifacts |||

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| Caliburn |

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After the creation of the land of Faerie and the fall of the Tuatha Dé Danann Caliburn, The Realm Sword as it was often called fell into the hands of the new and extremely temporary fae government. The temptation of Caliburn's power was too great and an attempt by a particular group to gain control over it caused the rift that created the Seelie and Unseelie Courts. When the civil war had settled it was decided that the power Caliburn held over the fae world was too great to be held by any one person or group. The sword was shattered into pieces which were divided evenly between the two ruling parties.

When many years later another rift turned two courts into four the only thing ever fae agreed upon was that the power of Caliburn was not to be used. Once the four Courts stabilized the shards were divided evenly amongst the four rulers of the time to protect and conceal as they saw fit. It is long considered taboo to make use of their magic and most rulers have held to that rule even when it would have prevented them losing their kingdom. The sword was split into twelve pieces and while each court save for Summer retains two of those pieces what happened to the final four remains a mystery. Most believe that a court ruler hide them so well not even his successor could locate them again.

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| Excalibur |

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Summer retains only one piece of Caliburn. Many years prior the sorceress water fae known only by the title The Lady of the Lake resurfaced and stole a one of Summer's pieces of Caliburn. Somehow she forged that single section into a new sword which was given the name Excalibur. This fragment Realm Sword was gifted to to the Britannian King Arthur in order to counteract the vile powers of Morgana La Fey who threatened his kingdom and by extension the whole world of Faerie were Camelot to fall. After Arthur's death Excalibur vanished alone with the piece of Caliburn that gave it power. Though its fate is unknown most believe the fae Myrddin Emrys hide the sword away to prevent the misuse of its power.

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| Four Treasures of the Tuatha Dé Danann |

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The Stone of Fal

It would cry out beneath the king who took the sovereignty of Ireland. It was supposedly located near the Hill of Tara in County Meath. From the fairy city Falias

The Spear of Lugh

No battle was ever sustained against it, or against the man who held it. From the fairy city Goirias or Gorias.

The Sword of Light of Nuada

No one ever escaped from it once it was drawn from its sheath, and no one could resist it. The sword is also described in the Tain legend as 'Nuadu's Cainnel' - a glowing bright torch. From the fairy city Findias or Finias.

Dagda's Cauldron

No company ever went away from it unsatisfied. From the fairy city Muirias or Murias

_{Information in the Four Treasures of the Tuatha Dé Danann is copied from a third party source for reference when assembling a comprehensive description of each item. It does not reflect the finalized version of each artifact that will be used in the RP.}

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| Gwydion's Key |

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When Gwydion used Caliburn to create the fae realm it was intended that the two worlds would be completely separate. However the strategist that he was Gwydion always intended to return to the mortal world and reclaim it for the fae when the time was right. To this end he used Caliburn to fashion a key that had the power to turn any door in either realm into a portal to the other. The key is roughly two inches long and made of solid crystal. The handle is carved in the shape of an owl with the rest of the key extending from its talons. In the center of the key something like blue fire seems to burn.

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Sorting Song Year 1

Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowler's black-
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave of heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your true friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

Sorting Song Year 4

A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known;

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?

'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have to look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!

Sorting Song Year 5

In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning,
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.

"Together we will build and teach!"
The four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?

So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
Whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name,"
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same."

These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A House in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the Houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.

So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But then discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with dueling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.

And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the Houses been united
As they once were meant to be.

And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.

Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you....
Let the Sorting now begin.

Hogwart's Song

Hogwarts Hogwarts Hoggy Warty Hogwarts
Teach us something please
Whether we be old and bald or young with scabby knees
Our heads could do with filling with some interesting stuff
For now they're bare and full of air
Dead flies and bits of fluff
So teach us things worth knowing
Bring back what we've forgot
Just do your best we'll do the rest and learn until our brains all rot

The Otherworld: Faerie Light™

Leaf the Trickster

Basic Information

Common Name(s):

Leaf

True Name:

Yggiadher

Race:

Hamadryad (specifically a Meliai, spirit of an Ash tree)

Gender:

Female

Age:

Nobody knows. Leaf has been the Fool of the Spring Court as long as any can remember. Because she is a simple entertainer those of power and importance don't pay much mind to her or how long she had been around. Most assume she is a couple thousand years old, an adult for a fae but no one of real importance if they give any thought to her age at all.

Fae Court:

Spring

Position/Occupation: Fool of the Spring Court

Entertainers of high noble houses and lords, the fools use a variety of methods in which to entertain. These include songs, music, storytelling, satire, physical comedy and, to a lesser extent, juggling and acrobatics. The fools are the only member of a Court allowed by law to mock the ruler of any given Court without fear of retribution. They do this in order to provide the King or Queen (who has no other that opposes any of their decisions) a sense of perspective on their actions.

Text Color:

Forest Green
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Appearance

Hair Color:

Shining Gold

Eye Color:

The pale green of newly sprouted grass.

Skin Pigmentation:

The color of milk.

Height:

5’4”

Weight:

90 Pounds

Physical Appearance:

Leaf wears a near perfect Glamour whenever she is in public. Though some aspects of her appearance could be assumed from her race and small moments of seeing partly through the glamour all anyone is aware of in terms of her appearance is the form she cloaks herself.

Glamour(s):

Leaf wears a glamour that is something between that of a normal human and her true form. Her skin is the color of milk and her hair as gold as the sun her tree feeds from. Her face is delicate with porcelain features. Her eyes are the pale green of newly sprouted grass, her eye lids the darker color of tree leaves in midsummer. Her lashes seem to glisten with dewdrops and an image of vines seems to be painted from her left eyebrow down to the base of her lips. Her nimble hands have fingernails the color of fresh topsoil. Her feet and legs are bare.

However everything about her image seems to shimmer just slightly as though you could almost see through to her true form but never quite manage it. Sometimes just for a moment her skin appears the green of chlorophyll. Her dress like bark but only for a second out of the corner of your eye and you can never see through the entire glamour no matter how hard you try.

Attire:

She wears a dress that leaves her shoulders free, held up by thin straps woven from vines. Her dress ends just short of her knee with a vine tied under her breasts. The dress itself is the deep green of jungle trees and seems to be woven out of vines though it is solid. Her right knee is decorated with branches and leaves meshed together so thoroughly that you cannot see the skin underneath hinting at some long ago suffered injury or reminder.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Leaf is patient and slow to action. She takes stock of every variable and every occurrence and never speaks a word without careful consideration. Rarely though does she do anything more than watch. The fall of kings, the rise of new rulers, the loss of lives and the birth of new souls is but a blink of the eye for her. Her rage is almost never seen if ever someone committed a grievous enough offence to bring it out in her they would instantly regret it. She is witted and sly tongued and clever and most any fae that has ever lived. She does her job as court fool well though she is not afraid to mock the Archon’s decisions or make him look the fool if ever he deserves it.

Skills/Talents:

Goals/Motivation:

Even for a fae Leaf is patient, as a Hamadryad of considerable age Leaf sees the world much much slower than that of other fae. She sees things in terms of ages past, not years and consequently she is content simply to watch it move past her and enjoy it as it does. She takes significant action only when her kindred, the forest is threatened. She acts as a protector to Pearl her apprentice.

History:

Leaf has been a part of the Spring Court for as long as any can remember. No one pays it that much mind as she is not a figure of particular power or influence. Most assume she's a little older than they are and give it no more thought. Her tree some reason must be on the grounds of the palace as she is rarely seen far from Court.

After the Awen sent Pearl to the Spring Court to protect her Leaf found her and adopted the young Awenyddion as her apprentice. Leaf is very protective of the young one and is one of the few aware of Pearl's true nature. Most all fae think she is simply a gentry fae. Leaf after piecing together Pearl’s story from the girl’s ramblings theorized that if the Awen were to possess Pearl’s body again as it had in the Winter Court it would kill the young fae. No one was meant to be that close to ultimate knowledge, the fact that Pearl didn’t retain any of it was likely what saved her life, though arguably not her sanity.

Leaf always seems to be underfoot at the Spring Palace, in the perfect place at the exact right time no matter the circumstance. Those that have taken any notice of her say that she knows the secrets of the palace better than the Archon himself as she is often disappearing into the roots or ascending to the highest branches that none would dare follow.

Relationships

| Pearl |

| Surrogate Sister | Comrades Forever |

| Forests of the Fae |

| Daughters, Brothers, Nieces, Nephews | Guardianship |

Leaf regards all the trees and nature spirits of Spring her children and those of the other three realms her nieces and nephew. She watches out for them as best she can though only steps in when something horrible is happening to a large number of her family, like the razing of a forest.

Other:

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Pearl the Fool

Basic Information

Common Name(s):

Pearl

True Name:

Reverentia Bieheth

Race:

Awenyddion

Gender:

Female

Age:

8274

Fae Court:

Spring

Position/Occupation: Fool of the Spring Court

Entertainers of high noble houses and lords, the fools use a variety of methods in which to entertain. These include songs, music, storytelling, satire, physical comedy and, to a lesser extent, juggling and acrobatics. The fools are the only member of a Court allowed by law to mock the ruler of any given Court without fear of retribution. They do this in order to provide the King or Queen (who has no other that opposes any of their decisions) a sense of perspective on their actions.

Text Color:

HotPink
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Appearance

Hair Color:

Auburn

Eye Color:

Oliver Green

Skin Pigmentation:

Cream White

Height:

5’8”

Weight:

110 Pounds

Physical Appearance:

Pearl is predominately human in appearance as most Awenyddion are. She stands at around 5’8” and though she is not small either in build or in stature most people regard her as less because of her appearance and the manner in which she behaves. Pearl’s hair is a dark brown that had just a hint of red to it like freshly turned soil. It is long and braided down her back with white lilies woven through it. Her skin has an ethereal glow and around her eyes seems to emanate a soft pink ever so subtly. Her features are small and nimble, her lips subtle. Her eyes are an intriguing shade of olive green while her skin is flawless and cream colored.

Glamour(s):

Attire:

She most commonly wears a dress that extends to just above her knee. It is a floral pink with images of swans embroidered onto it. It is tied off at the waist with a length of fine vine that looks very much like rope. She nearly always goes barefoot. The symbol of her people is branded on her lower back always covered by whatever clothes she is wearing and usually concealed by her glamour which she uses for little else.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Pearl’s encounter with the spirit of the Awen fractured her mind. She cannot consciously retain any of the knowledge she saw but many nights she experiences terrible nightmares that fade from her mind the moment she awakens leaving only a gripping fear with her. Because of this she often behaves rather simple, as a small child would, disregarding personal space, speaking at inappropriate times and speaking true things people usually don’t want to hear. This is not a façade though there is more to Pearl than that simple exterior. She is devastatingly intelligent and often good at providing insight even without using her gifts. She is brutally honest though never mean spirited about it. Because of the night terrors she experiences her concept of fear is greatly skewed to the point of not fearing most anything even when she should. Picking up subtext is not her strong suit which often leads to her embarrassing important people when they really wish she would stay silent. In some ways though she is painfully naive and often needs Leaf to rescue her from situations she created for herself.

Skills/Talents:

Goals/Motivation:

Pearl lives her life unbound by the complexities of the fae world or expectations of any kind. She calls things as she sees them and lives her life very much in the moment. To this end she had no real ambition as she doesn’t plan for what will happen in the next second let alone the coming years. She enjoys making people laugh and smile and her sunny disposition and slightly absurd manners lend to that greatly.

History:

The Awenyddion are a rare breed of fae, because of their skills they were not only highly sought after but also feared. When Pearl was only two hundred, still a child by fae standards her whole world was ripped from her. After suffering heavily at the hands of the Summer Kingdom, the Winter King of the time, a man by the name of Fenodera sought an answer from the Awen, a secret guarded close. What he asked was the one question the Awen was forbidden ever to reveal in any form. The Winter King's own Awenyddion when forced to answer was thrown into a terrible fit that caused his eyes to burn from his skull as he died screaming. Not deterred by this for Fenodera was young and new to his throne, sought out other Awenyddion. He commissioned the few arcane fae under his command to come up with a process to allow the Awenyddion to see this answer without dying. Meanwhile he offered a reward for any Awenyddion to come forward. A few did at first but they suffered fates like his first and word began to spread that none survived the King's favors.

Fenodera began to offer great rewards for any that brought him one of the Awenyddion alive. His sorcerers made progress in shielding the Awenyddion from the destruction of that answer but they were fighting old magicks. Magicks forged before time started ticking. They only made slight improvements to the Awenyddion's natural abilities.

Pearl and her family were among those taken by bounty hunters to the Fenodera's Court. Pearl’s family died as a result of forceful exposure to the Awen however Pearl suffered a far crueler fate: She lived. The spells Fenodera’s sorcerers contrived allowed Pearl a single glimpse into the heart of the Awen, at the source of all knowledge and power. She should have died, her mind should have melted but for some reason the Awen chose to spare her. Maybe she was stronger than her kin, maybe there was something special about her or perhaps the ancient well had grown tired of its guardians being slaughtered. Whatever the reason the Awen reached out and touched Pearl’s mind.

Her eyes flew open glowing with a pure golden light that seemed harsh and cruel as it looked on Fenodera and his spellcasters.

Pearl opened her mouth and it seemed a thousand voices spoke through her mouth. ”FOOL!” It shouted in disgust. ”You have desecrated the Awen. Meddled with forces you cannot conceive. Broken ancient laws set down before the realms were forged. Judgement falls justly. You sought all truth, now let it scald your minds.”

The Awen stretched forth Pearl’s hand and the golden light shot forth. It touched Fenodera and his sorcerers and as it did they screamed with such agony that some say it could be heard throughout all four kingdoms. Their eyes burst into golden flames and they died in the most painful of manners.

Then the Awen placed Pearl’s hand on the stones in front of her. ”Be free my child.” Pearl’s vision glowed gold for a single moment before she lost consciousness. When she awoke she was lying in the middle of a clearing halfway across the world in the Court of Spring.

Relationships

| Leaf |

| Surrogate Sister | Comrades Forever |

Other:

Pearl bears the sign of the Awen branded on her back.

Sign of the Awen

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Nyx the Archon

Basic Information

Common Name(s):

Nyx, Archon, Lord of Spring, Trickster King, Songbreaker, Shadow Lord

True Name:

Nyx’lair Seòltachd

Race:

Mara

Gender:

Male

Age:

2083

Fae Court:

Spring

Position/Occupation:

Ruler of the Spring Court holding the title of Archon

Text Color:

Black
“You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness."

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black as shadow

Eye Color:

Midnight Blue, they shine with the gleam of polished obsidian during his night feeds.

Skin Pigmentation:

Pale as a full moon

Height:

5'7"

Weight:

120 Pounds

Physical Appearance:

Despite the position he holds Nyx does not appear physically imposing. He appears as a mortal in his early twenties. His hair is a tangled mane of black that reaches just short of the small of his back. Though is a severe mess he keeps it much shorter and much cleaner than most of his race. He has an unearthly pale and smooth complexion though despite the white of his skin Nyx blends into the shadows with ease. He is physically fit but subtly so, possessed of toned and well hardened muscles that are not apparent on casual inspection. He moves gracefully almost as though he were made of liquid or shadow further adding to the image that perhaps he is not entirely corporeal. In a mortal setting he might almost appear normal only his more unearthly traits, his pointed teeth and the manner in which moves setting him apart as something out of the ordinary.

Glamour(s):

Unlike most fae the Mara do not possess a traditional glamour that alters their shape. Instead they can cloak themselves in darkness, effectively vanishing into the shadows till they wish to be seen. Under the cover of night it takes a skilled eye even among the fae to be able to discern a Mara from the surrounding shadow.

Attire:

Will Add Later

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Nyx is a trickster, as a being of the shadows he doesn’t act directly or use confrontation as a primary tool. Much like manipulating the subconscious during his feeds Nyx prefers to indirectly lead people to certain ideas or conclusions and watch them tear themselves apart. He appears to those he speaks with to be amusing and fun. He’s not afraid to get his hands dirty and will often do tasks normally delegated himself. He has this certain look in his smile and in his eyes that says he’s evaluating you. Like he’s calculating how hard he’d have to hit you to knock you out. His subjects don’t fear him but neither would they consider rebellion a good idea. When he needs to be Nyx can be cruel.

Skills/Talents:

Nyx's greatest asset is his manipulative nature, though that hardly differentiates him from any other fae. His real talent is the manner in which he goes about those matters. He views manipulation almost as an art form. Something to be carefully crafted with patience till everything falls perfectly into place. This makes him a good leader as he is often capable of thinking several moves ahead of his opponents. Because of this he also enjoys games of strategy and skill where victory depends entirely on one's own wits. He doesn't often lose these kinds of games and indeed occasionally sends for board games from the mortal world hoping for a true challenge. Few ever beat him in such games but should such a thing occur he would show genuine respect to the fae that bested him.

Goals/Motivation:

As most rulers of anything important he wishes for nothing but the best for himself and those under his command. He will do anything to secure the safety and prosperity of Spring. As well as a number of personal goals known only to him.

History:

Nyx was born during the rule of the Archon Cernunnos. Cernunnos was a nature fae of exceptional power, though no one knew his exact age some whispered that he was older than the court of Spring, perhaps even older than the Seelie Court itself. Some even said that in a time long past he had ruled the Wylde Hunt before Lord Herne had taken up the call. Ancient religions in the human world worshiped him as “The Horned God”.

Cernunnos ruled the Spring Court with an iron fist. He protected his kingdom and his people with a passion and fury that kept him on the throne but he was an old fae, old fashioned. He came from a time when the fae took what they wanted and solved their conflicts with violence, not wisdom or diplomacy. Though his kingdom was protected from any external danger, within its borders everything of the Spring belonged to Cernunnos and he took it as he pleased. He remained unopposed only because the few that were old enough and powerful enough to depose him feared that without his strength Spring would fall to the other three Courts.

Nyx was a child in the Archon’s palace, along with one other, a girl. She was child of one of the Archon’s gentry servants. Her name was Ardaie Loreious but like all fae she went by another name, she called herself Ceridwen. Unknown to the Archon and the rest of the fae world Ceridwen’s mother was not some gentry woman from another town as her father had led the Archon to believe. Ceridwen’s mother was Thelipeia, one of the original sirens. This gave Ceridwen a unique gift, she could use the Siren’s Song in the form of words, forcing anyone to bend to her will. Ceridwen’s father had extracted a promise from her that she would never use her gift or tell anyone about it.

Though most of the Archon’s servants were forbidden from raising their young in the palace Cernunnos allowed Nyx and Ceridwen to remain. Perhaps he was curious about young fae, being such an aged creature, perhaps their parents had exchanged something for the privilege or perhaps their antics in his palace amused him.

With no one else their own age to interact with Nyx and Ceridwen spent a lot of time together. They stole food from the kitchen to the exasperation of the red faced cook, hid in the throne room during meetings and explored every inch of the palace, from its roots all the way up to the highest branches. Normal kid stuff.

Then something tragic happened, something that would change them forever. They grew up. It was no secret to Ceridwen and Nyx what kind of fae the Archon was and as they got older and were indentured into his service like their parents. Now under his direct control his cruelties became even more apparent.

Nyx as a male Mara was useless to the Archon in the way that his mother had been however the Archon had a different task for his skill set. Often the Archon would send Nyx out to various areas of the Spring Court to have him feed off those that the Archon deemed threats. Sometimes Nyx was told to manipulating there subconscious to confirm that they truly were plotting against the Archon. In certain cases Nyx was to plant certain ideas into their heads for a specific desired result but more often than not the Archon simply wanted Nyx to drain his enemies dry. To feed on their minds till there wasn’t enough energy left in them to keep their mind united. Those that didn’t go mad fell into a coma from which they could not wake. Nyx hated the Archon for these acts but couldn’t act against him as the Archon had taken his true name from his mother when he was born. It was hard to know which of them received the worse task, Ceridwen or Nyx.

Ceridwen, unfortunately matured into a beautiful woman. She had always been pretty, with long flowing hair the color of a wheat field ready for harvest, skin fair as milk and deep silver eyes but when she came of age it was impossible for anyone not to notice her beauty and that included the Archon. It wasn't long before a request came from Cernunnos to Ceridwen’s father for her quarters to be moved to a section of the palace that many of the servants called Lover’s Lane. It was were the Archon’s concubines were housed.

The Archon never sent orders to the members of his court, only requests. Everyone knew however that one did not ignore one of the Archon’s requests. There were always consequences to defiance. When Ceridwen’s father showed her the letter she knew what it meant. It was bad enough serving in the Archon’s house but Ceridwen did not want to become one of his belongings.

Nyx was at the time far away from the palace on a mission for the Archon leaving Ceridwen no one to confide in, no one to talk to about what she did next. That night she decided to run. To get as far away from the palace and from Cernunnos as she possibly could. She would not be used by him.

Because of the bow she'd made to her father Ceridwen was unable to use her silvertounge in aid of her rescue. She had only her wits to rely on as she tried to escape. They weren't enough.

Given how the Archon acted and the weapon he always had at his side it was very easy to forget that Cernunnos was a nature fae above all else. The ring of trees that surrounded the palace walls had been tended to by Cernunnos personally. It was not merely decorative but also his security system, one seperate from the World Tree and entirely under his control. When Ceridwen tried to leave the branches from the trees entangled her, holding her fast until the Archon and his guard came to retrieve her.

Ceridwen was released without a word but locked in her quarters for the night. The next morning it was announced that her father was to be executed at midday. Ceridwen was watched closely and allowed nowhere near her father’s cell. Nyx would not return from his task for several days. She was made to attend as her father was burned to death, a grisly affair especially considering they lived in Spring.

The following day another message from the Archon arrived that requested Ceridwen relocate her quarters to Lover’s Lane. Knowing that Nyx would be the next to suffer if she did not comply Ceridwen somberly packed up her belongings and did as the Archon asked.

Nyx returned from his mission two days later and was horrified to hear what had happened in his absence. When Ceridwen told him Nyx grabbed a knife from his wall. It had been specially forged at the Archon’s request. It had small flakes of iron spread throughout the blade, enough that it would kill nearly any fae it stabbed but the concentration was small enough that it would not make Nyx sick in the process. The Archon had given it to him in case any of his targets ever woke up.

“I’ll kill him.” Nyx said barely contained rage in his voice. “I swear to you I’ll kill him.”

Ceridwen was white faced, tears streaming down her face. She grabbed the knife from his hand and threw it across the room. “You know you can’t fulfill that promise Nyx, and I release you from it.” As she said this Nyx felt the weight of the words he’d just uttered, of the oath he’d sworn vanish. He hated the fact that she was right. “He has your true name Nyx. If you tried to kill the Archon I’d only lose you to.” As she said this Ceridwen collapsed into a chair sobbing.

“I know,” Nyx said, his anger fading away as he watched Ceridwen cry. “It’s just, he has no right, you’re father was a good man. He didn’t deserve this.” Nyx bent down and wiped away Ceridwen’s tears. “What can I do sis?” he’d been calling her that since they were a hundred years old. “Anything, just name it.”

Ceridwen looked up at him. “Make me sleep.”

Nyx looked at her. “Ceridwen I...”

“Please?”

He sighed. “As you wish.” Mara had the ability to put people to sleep as long as they were not actively resisting the urge. Usually it was for humans who were still half awake when the Mara came to feed but in a case like this Nyx could help his oldest friend get some rest. He placed his hand on her forehead. “Rest little one.” He said and she fell into a mercifully dreamless sleep.

After that day Ceridwen did what she had to, to keep herself and Nyx safe. Though the fae rarely felt true everlasting love as passion was such a fleeting thing most had a very strong sense of family loyalty.

Ceridwen remained the Archon’s consort for two hundred years. A handful of nights every week she'd be called to Cernunnos' bedchamber. When he’d finished with her Ceridwen would seek out Nyx and he’d use his power to help her sleep. It crushed Nyx a little bit inside every time he had to do it. There were few people he truly cared about. His mother had died a number of years previous, Ceridwen was all he had left and there was little he could do to abate the pain that he saw shining in her eyes more and more with each passing day.

When Ceridwen was nearly seven hundred she experienced another tragedy. She became pregnant with the Archon’s child. Cernunnos was old and power hungry. He believed that any child of his would share his nature and grow up to take the throne from him. Therefore whenever any of his consorts became heavy with child after they gave birth the child was killed and buried in a special courtyard in the corner of the palace. The Archon did not want to risk damaging his consorts by artificially ending the child’s life before birth.

Ceridwen begged Cernunnos to reconsider, to let her child live but the Archon was old and unrelenting. With her father dead and her oath with him Ceridwen tried in vain to use her Siren' Song to change Cernunnos' mind. The old fae was too old, to powerful to bend to anyone's will, especially one so young. Her magic was so weak compared to his age that he did not even notice her attempt to bewitch him. He simply looked at her and said “You are a young fae, you have an eternity ahead of you. Enough time for as many children as you please, but not this one. Never one of mine.”

Not long before her child was due Ceridwen came to Nyx’s door in the middle of the night. She knocked on it so hard Nyx feared she’d woken the entire palace. When he opened the door he saw Ceridwen, her hair disheveled, tears streaming down her face, her eyes puffy and red.

“Ceridwen,” Nyx started but she cut him off as she shoved her way into his room.

She collapsed into a padded chair and looked up at him. “Please Nyx, my name, my true name is Ardaie Loreious. Say it.”

Nyx looked at his surrogate sister with a mixture of pity and contemplation as he spoke her true name. The moment the words were out of his mouth a look of peace washed over Ceridwen’s face.

“Nyx please, use my name, order me to... to die.”

Nyx started to speak but Ceridwen silenced him with her hand. “I don’t have the courage to do it myself. I held a knife to my heart but I could not take the final step. Please I cannot watch my child buried in this place. I would rather die with him. The Archon will see it as the desperate act of an over emotional mother. He will not blame you.”

Nyx looked aghast. “Ceridwen do not ask me to do that. We grew up together, you are the closest thing I have to family. I would do anything you asked of me but please do not ask me that. I can’t, I can’t lose you. I would rather walk into The Mists than see you harmed. You cannot know how much it hurts me to see you in pain but this is not the answer. You have always been strong Ceridwen, stronger than me, stronger than anyone I have ever known. You will survive this.”

Ceridwen grabbed Nyx by the collar. “No, no I won’t, I don’t want to. Please Nyx don’t make me,” She collapsed to the floor sobbing “don’t make me, don’t, please end it. End it.”

Nyx knelt down and hugged the little girl he’d grown up with. “Ssshhh, ssshhh. It’s alright little one, sleep, sleep. Hope will come with the morn.”

As he said these words Nyx felt Ceridwen go limp in his arms. He hated himself for forcing sleep on her but could see no other way to placate her. He placed her in his bed and watched over her till the sun came up. There was nothing he could do for her and the worst thing was that he didn’t even try.

Ceridwen’s baby was born within the month, she was only allowed to hold him for a short time before the Archon took him away. When she had recovered from the birth Nyx took her to see her child’s grave, the name Taliesin was engraved in the headstone.

It was then that Ceridwen started to change. Not all at once but in very slight ways. Once Ceridwen had healed the Archon requested her back at her station. He envoked her true name to prevent any form of retribution. What he didn’t know was that he never possessed her true name. In the only act of kindness Ceridwen had ever received from her mother the siren had embroidered a false name onto Ceridwen’s baby blanket. Ceridwen’s father had believed this to be her true name and so when it was demanded of him by Cernunnos he told the Archon what he believed to be the truth. Ceridwen’s true name lived in her heart, burned in her mind’s eye but even as a child she was smart enough never to let her father know the truth.

After the death of her child Ceridwen stopped coming to Nyx after her nights with the Archon for help sleeping. She spent longer hours in his bed chamber. Nyx saw her less and when he did the spark of life in her eye had hardened to a sharp gleam. The vulnerable side of Ceridwen, the side that had begged Nyx to kill her he never saw again. It was as though she’d shielded her heart in thick ice as hard as steel and deadly as iron. They never spoke about that night again but when he looked her in the eye Nyx could see that it still weighed on her.

On the eve of what would have been the tenth birthday of Ceridwen’s child the bells in palace were all rung at once. An alarm but not any, the one that signaled something had happened in the Archon’s chambers. Knowing that Ceridwen had spent that night with the Archon, Nyx rushed to his chambers.

What greeted all those that came was a grisly sight. Ceridwen sat on the edge of the Archon’s bed, her hands coated in his blood, her face and clothing smeared dark with it and she was smiling. Cernunnos lay in his bed, his throat slashed open, staining his sheets in crimson. Ceridwen held a knife in her hand twirling it back and forth. Like her hands the knife was drenched with the Archon’s blood.

Nyx looked at the blade and realize that it was his. The blade infused with iron the Archon had given him for dispatching fae. Ceridwen must have stolen it from his room.

“Ceridwen what have you done?” Nyx asked looking in shock at the sight before him. It was no secret that any fae would slit another’s throat for an advantage but what truly disturbed Nyx was the contented smile on Ceridwen’s face. It was the same smile she’d worn when they were kids after they got away with something they weren’t supposed to.

“I did what I had to brother. I recall you once saying that you would kill him on my behalf. I thought to spare you the effort.”

The Captain of the guard moved forward his hand on his sword which like Nyx’s dagger was imbued with iron.

Ceridwen held up her hand, that disturbing smile still alighting her face “Stop.” She said and though she spoke quietly the word reverberated around the room. Nyx had never heard Ceridwen use her silvertongue with the kind of force that she did now. The kind that didn’t just suggest that someone follow a few ideas but the power that forced all who heard it to obey. Nyx froze with the rest of the crowd.

Ceridwen reached behind her and pulled the crown of the Spring Court from Cernunnos’ dead body. It was a gold ring forged into the shape of holly. Ceridwen placed it on her head. Speaking again with all the force of her silvertongue Ceridwen spoke. “I am the leader of the Spring fae now. All will bow before me.”

Every person in the room that heard Ceridwen speak dropped to their knees including Nyx. He looked with horror on what Ceridwen had done, on what she was becoming but he didn’t speak a word.

Over the next six hundred years Ceridwen took control of the Spring Court. She made Nyx one of her advisers, though the reality was that she only took council from herself. At first it seemed that she was improving the lives of the Spring fae. She freed Cernunnos’ consorts and reassigned many of her staff at the palace. Everyone in the Spring kingdom was given a place Ceridwen felt was perfectly suited to their skill set and if any ever voiced dissatisfaction they found themselves soothed by Ceridwen’s siren song as she used it to change their minds.

On the surface Spring was a paradise but underneath this façade every fae in the Court was a slave to Ceridwen’s wishes. The only person she left alone was Nyx. The only command she had ever given him with her silvertongue was to never under any circumstances speak her true name ever again.

Nyx knew he should have spoken up, should have countered some of Ceridwen’s orders, should have tried to stop her from becoming the monster she was. But he’d not had the heart, not had the heart or perhaps the courage to stand up to his little sister. Perhaps he feared that she would take control of him with her silvertongue. Long after, that thought would still haunt Nyx into the early hours of the morning. If he’d acted sooner could he have saved her life? When Nyx finally chose to act it was too late for Ceridwen.

That day she’d gotten word of a small colony of fae on the outskirts of the Spring Court who were supposedly immune to the Siren’s Song. They were brought before Ceridwen’s court. The Spring Archousa walked before them and shouted for silence. They all quieted immediately except for a small child rocking in his mother’s arms. Ceridwen studied them for a moment then returned to her throne and looked to her guards. “Slaughter them all.”

Nyx could stay silent no longer. He had kept his mouth shut while she enslaved an entire kingdom but he could not stand and watch genocide. “Ceridwen stop, this is unnecessary.”

Ceridwen’s head snapped to look at Nyx and all of the courtiers in his vicinity took several step steps to distance themselves from him. “Nyx,” she said shaking her head softly. “Why do you try my patience?”

“Ceridwen look at yourself. Is this truly what you want to be?”

She cocked her head to the side a small smile curving her soft face. “Perhaps not,” she said shrugging as though they were discussing what to make for supper. “but it is who I need to be for this Kingdom’s sake.”

Ceridwen turned back to her captives and raised her hand about to gesture that the guards prepare their weapons.

"What would Taliesin saw if he saw his mother like this?" Nyx asked, his teeth set. There would be no coming back from this.

Ceridwen slowly turned to face Nyx, a violent black flame burned in her silver eyes like nothing he'd ever seen. "Who can say Nyx what my son would say to this. He did not live long enough for anyone to know him." She gestured to a few guards. "Take him to my quarters, he obviously doesn’t have the stomach for this."

The guards grabbed Nyx by the shoulders and dragged him from the Great Hall, as he was taken away Nyx shouted after his sister. "You've lost yourself Ceridwen, you’ve become worse than Cernunnos ever was."

Ceridwen didn't answer him but as Nyx was escorted away he saw her smiling wickedly. He could hear the screams of the dying fae as the guards took him down the corridors.

As Ceridwen had ordered Nyx was taken to her private chambers. They were not the same ones the previous Archon had inhabited. Ceridwen had ordered that room collapsed by the wood nymphs.

Instead Nyx was escorted to a room high in the branches of the palace where one could see all of the Spring Court through openings sung into the wood. Nyx was locked inside the room. He waited for several hours, waiting for Ceridwen to deliver his sentence.

When Ceridwen finally arrived Nyx was surprised not only that she brought no guards with her but also by her appearance. Her hair normally tied out of her eyes had been removed from its restraints and hung about her face. She wore a dress of shear material much like the wild nymphs of the moors. When she entered she moved slowly, walking past Nyx without as much as a glance to arrive at her window.

There was silence for a time, a stifling silence that Nyx waded through with his breath caught in his throat. Finally Ceridwen spoke.

"You are not the only one of my courtiers I left untouched, free to do as they wished. There are two dozen others scattered across the palace. I was curious you see how those closest to me would respond to my rule while outside of my power." She turned away from the window to look Nyx in the eyes. "One tried to kill me, a couple others attempted escape." She shook her head unconcerned as though dissent in her people was as alarming as a bad hair day. "Pathetic." Then she started walking towards Nyx, each step she took deliberate.

"Most of them cowered in fear and pretended to be as compliant as all the rest." She now stood in front of Nyx, the very small distance between them unnerved him but he stood his ground. "You are the only one who had the courage to oppose me. You must certainly have known it would mean your own death but you spoke up despite the cost. That is what I have been looking for."

She closed the distance between them and reached up, her lips brushing Nyx’s in a very intimate kiss. Shocked Nyx shoved her away from him.

"Ceridwen what are you doing?"

She smiled as though they were playing a game. "I need a King Nyx. If I wanted a tool I could bend to my will I could have taken anyone. I want you, you’re not afraid to oppose me, to challenge my authority. To tell me when I am making a mistake."

"You are making one now Ceridwen. We are deartháir, kin. You are a sister to me."

Ceridwen again smiled, as though the world and everyone in it were toys for her to play with. "Not by blood, brother. We are kin in name only. That could however change..." she said moving closer to Nyx once more.

Nyx shoved her back. "No." he said forcefully. "I am not one of your puppets Ceridwen. I will not dance for you."

She sighed. "Oh Nyx how wrong you are." She fixed him with an intense glare and Nyx realized what she was about to do seconds before she did.

"Ceridwen!" he shouted.

"Silence!" she said and the power she put into the command stole the words from Nyx’s mouth. "You will make love to me Nyx, as any King would his Queen."

Nyx felt the command take root but there was nothing he could do to stop it as his disgust turned to adoration. The look of horror on his face became a smile of joy. He ran to her and they held one another in a passionate embrace.

Nyx and Ceridwen slept together that night for Ceridwen had forced Nyx to love her in a way no brother should ever love his sister.

When Ceridwen finally fell asleep Nyx sought to continue making her happy. To increase her pleasure as was the calling of any King to his Queen. He touched his hands to her temples and started to feed.

Nyx had every intention of granting Ceridwen all the pleasures the feeding of a Mara could provide another fae as his mother had to the late Archon and he did. However when he’d absorbed enough of her energy the spell she had cast over him shattered like glass. He withdrew from her mind revolted with himself and with his sister.

She did not stir as he pulled himself from her bed. Nyx walked to the window and starred down at the Court below. From this height Ceridwen’s kingdom looked so peaceful and it was but only because she as much as she was able destroyed the free will of her people.

Nyx turned to look back at his sister, still contentedly sleeping. She had crossed several lines since becoming the ruler of the Spring Court but no more than any other ever had in the pursuit of power. Until this moment Nyx had always harbored the hope that Ceridwen could be pulled from the precipice before she fell into the Abyss. It was only now that Nyx realized she had fallen a long time ago. If she was willing to do what she had to her oldest friend Ceridwen wouldn’t hesitate to take anything from anyone. To destroy anything she pleased. Her reign of terror needed to end.

Nyx realized in those seconds that along with the spell that had bound him to Ceridwen’s bed the command that prevent him from uttering her true name had also broken.

He spoke the words into the silence. "Ardaie Loreious."

The moment he said them, Ceridwen sat upright in bed with a gasp as though she had been struck. She looked at Nyx with the same horror in her eyes that had existed in his when he'd seen her drenched in the Archon’s blood.

"Nyx," she started, intending to silence him with her song.

"Ardaie, don't speak and do not move." As though the breath had been stolen from her lungs Ceridwen’s voice abandoned her and she froze, her legs swung over the side of her bed.

Nyx walked towards her and sank onto the bed next to her.

"Ceridwen, I am so sorry. I'm sorry I didn't kill Cernunnos when he first called you to his service. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you escape. I'm sorry I couldn't save your father. I'm sorry I couldn't save your son. I'm sorry that you have suffered so much in your short life. But most of all I’m sorry that I did not speak out. Ever since you killed the Archon I have watched you lose yourself piece by piece, day by day, with every person you enslaved and every fae you executed I watched the spark in your eye die a little bit more and I did nothing. You cannot know how that weights on me. I waited too long, the light in your soul has gone out. There is nothing left of my sister in you anymore."

Nyx looked at Ceridwen, he could see the terror in her eye but worse than that he could see the vengeance. She was plotting how she would make him suffer the moment he no longer held power over her.

"It must have been a thousand years ago but you once begged me to end your life Ceridwen. You wanted me to spare you suffering, you wanted to die with your son rather than see Cernunnos bury him. I did not have the strength to honor your request then. It would have been better if I had. Better for you to die innocent. Now you will only be remembered as the tyrant fate has made you."

Nyx reached up and kissed his sister on the forehead. "Ardaie Loreious. I will carry the weight of your sins so that your spirit may remember who you were before pain blotted out your soul. What I do now I do not out of anger or fear but only because there is no other choice. I will never forgive myself but I hope this brings you peace."

Nyx pulled his iron imbued dagger from his belt. He hugged his sister one last time, tears streaming down his face before he plunged the blade into her heart. "I am sorry sister. I pray you walk in the light of the ancients in the way after."

When Ceridwen died everyone in the Spring Court tainted by her song felt it. All knew she was dead and many rejoiced. Attendants, servants, guards and courtiers all rushed to Ceridwen's room to see what had become of the Siren Queen. There they found Nyx holding Ceridwen's lifeless body, the knife lying at his feet.

Duska, The Captain of the Guard under both Ceridwen and Cernunnos walked forward and drew her sword. She fell to her knees before Nyx and placed the point of the sword to the ground. "You are hero to us. The crown is rightfully yours if you would take it up. There is not a fae in this court that would not swear fealty to you for this act."

As the sound of this voice Nyx gently laid Ceridwen's body back onto the bed. He stood before Duska pulled her to her feet. "I am no hero. There is no honor in this, no prestige and no goodness. This was mercy, nothing more."

Nyx was reluctant but the Spring Court needed a ruler. The other three seasons would happily take Spring for themselves if the people did not show strength. The Court was in disarray after waking from Ceridwen's spell. They needed someone to right her missteps and ensure the borders remained as they were. As Ceridwen's brother and her killer Nyx was begged to take up the mantle of Archon. He was given the title Songbreaker by the Captain of the Guard. Though not eager to fill his sister's shoes after eight hundred years of ruling the Spring Court Nyx has found that he has a certain skill for the art of politics. He is as fair and strong a ruler as the Spring could hope for but like all fae, he has his own agenda.

Relationships

| Petaline |

| Mother | Good till the end |

Nyx was born to one of the concubines of the Lord of Spring, Petaline was a pretty woman but by fae standards she was by no means extraordinary. However in the Spring Court she was considered a rare fae. The Archon had taken her as part of a deal forged with the ruler of the Winter Court. He wanted her because of her talents as a dreamfeeder. Though he took precautions to protect himself from the negative aspects of her powers.

| ??? |

| Father | Curiosity |

Though Petaline was one of Cernunnos’ concubines, she was not bound solely to him. Nyx never knew his father but the one thing he was certain of is that it was not the Archon. There was a place on the palace grounds dedicated to burial sites for the bodies of the Archon’s newly born children. Cernunnos did not want anyone challenging his throne.

| Ardaie Loreious |

| Sister | He pitied her in the end |

Ardaie went by the name Ceridwen as she would disclose her true name to no one. Ceridwen was not Nyx’s true sister. She was born of a gentry fae, a servant in the Archon’s household and Thelipeia, one of the five original Sirens. Due to her mother’s heritage Ceridwen was born with the nearly extinct gift of Silvertongue, the ability to change the wills of others with her words. In fae society the power of the Siren’s call was so feared that the five true Sirens and their descendants were hunted to the point of extinction. Three of the originals including Ceridwen’s mother escaped into the mortal world where they lured and devoured mortal sailors for sustenance. Ceridwen’s conception happened when her father was on an errand for the Archon in the human realm, nine months later Ceridwen was found in front of the palace gates with her father’s name written on her baby blanket. There were few children in the Archon’s palace and so growing up Nyx and Ceridwen bonded quickly. They become as close if not closer than actual siblings.

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Raven the Wanderer

Basic Information

Common Name(s):

Raven Silverlight, Wanderer

True Name:

Amaltheia “Altheia” Ravenstone

Race:

Tuatha Dé Danann

Gender:

Female

Age:

1011

Fae Court:

Unaffiliated

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Dark Magenta
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Appearance

Hair Color:

Copper Red with Dark Undertones

Eye Color:

Startling Violet

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Height:

5'9"

Weight:

160 Pounds

Physical Appearance:

Raven's appearance is unearthly even for the fae. She has slightly angular features and pointed ears as is common to most of her race. Her skin is pale though with a strange earthy glow resting just beneath the surface. She has an athletic build and while her frame is lithe and graceful she is deceptively powerful. Her hair is a coppery red with darker undertones. It is cut short and uneven (likely with her sword), to keep it out of her face. Her eyes are a brilliant violet which almost seems to stare right through a person. Her wings are jet black with a beautiful violet pattern though they appear more black than violet unless in direct light. She is proud and though she is only 5'9" she has the effect of making everyone around her feel shorter. When she walks into a room all heads turn to watch her.

Glamour(s):

When Raven does dawn her glamour it is because she does not wish to draw attention to herself as her natural form is prone to. Most commonly her glamour softens her features and removes the earth glow of her skin. It also deadens her eyes and disguises their color so that her stare does not garner unwanted attention. This is the form she wears in the fae courts when wanting to walk inconspicuously. In the mortal world it is not much different though she also removes the tips of her ears and her wings from sight.

Attire:

On occasion Raven will dress herself in formal clothes however she prefers attire more suited to combat. She traditionally wears leather bracers bound up to her elbows, and a tight leather bodice that leaves her shoulders exposed with slits for her wings. She has earthy brown leggings and most of the time doesn't wear shoes unless entering ritual combat. She has a walking stick which can be strapped to her back right between her wings so it does not impede her flight. She also has an emerald green cloak with two long slits for her wings. Most of her belongings are in a leather sling bag that she keeps by her side at all times.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Raven carries an air of calm collected aggression. Nothing she ever does could be qualified as hostile but with everything she says she gives people the very subtle inclination that she is challenging them. Raven is fearless and though she is slow to anger she is never afraid to fight. It is not easy to draw any kind of emotional response out of her. Even if you have offended her greatly she will simply bow and speak politely meanwhile thinking of a way to stab you in the back.

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• Raven is an expert violinist.
• Her violin was sung out of the finest Hawthorne tree and strung with silver spun strings.
• She is one of only a few Fae that is not royalty or a courtier to carry a sword. This blade is unique in the fact that it was forged out of diamond and ivory. Most onlookers believe it to be one of the ancient treasures of the Tuatha Dé Danann, the Shining Sword of the Faerie Isle, Findias: Claíomh Solais. Raven is the only one who knows if the sword is a reproduction or the true lost treasure of her tribe.

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Belladona

Common Name(s): Belladona

True Name:

Age:

Race:

Pixie

Court:

The Never Isles

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Fae Archive

Citizenry Records

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• ■ Nyx - Mara
• ■ Raven Silverlight - Tuatha Dé Dannan
• ■ Leaf - Hamadryad
• ■ Pearl - Awenyddion

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• ■ Coldheart - Wendigo

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• For the moment the kept records are impeccable.