Lady Seraphina

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Yasha

Basic Information

Common Name(s):

Yasha, Savannah Queen, Avatar of Summer

True Name:

Manayakshah

Race:

Rakshasa

Gender:

Female

Age:

Everyone seems to have their own answer when it comes to the subject of Yasha’s age. Throughout history she has appeared and disappeared. Some seem to have memories of her from even the beginning of their lives, but there are long periods of time where it seems she did not exist. Some believe she is as old as time, while others seem to believe that she barely broaches a century old. The question has become somewhat of a widespread mystery that has a million answers but no definitive ones.

Fae Court:

Summer

Position/Occupation:

Dauphiné

Text Color

Orchid
“Reality is not something to be accepted as fate. Reality is something you can twist to your whims. Reality is in the eye of the beholder…”

Appearance

Hair Color:

Pure White

Eye Color:

Purple

Skin Pigmentation:

Pale Beige

Height:

65 Inches

Weight:

118 Pounds

Physical Appearance:

Yasha, in both forms, appears as a slim and short young lady moving with perfect elegance and grace. She appears almost frail in body, yet moves with perfect form. Her pale complexion often contrasts with the warm hues around her within her homeland, and is even further complimented by her pure white hair that falls loosely around her head in a very straight strand. It crowns around her head, stopping just as it reaches her neck. Upon cracking a smile, Yasha’s sharp set of teeth are visibly pointed at the ends. In her primal Rakshasa form, white fur striped with black spreads across her forearms and legs. She bares two of these arms on each side of her body, though one pair is often hidden below her robe. Her eyes, in this form, seem to ignite a flame of glowing energy. Disturbing the perfect straightness of Yasha’s hair are two black horns protruding a few inches above her ears. They begin pushing backwards before curving forwards, somewhat akin to a small version of ram’s horns. Just visible from beneath her robe is a white tiger’s tail, swaying gently as Yasha walks.

Attire:

Yasha often dresses in a very whimsical and traditional manner. She adorns herself in a long, silken, and dark purple robe that fits loosely around her slim figure causing it to flow graciously with the wind. It is tied off around her body with a large black sash that covers most of her abdomen. This robe, as stellar as it appears, is often the only garment that covers Yasha. In her bright and warm homeland, shoes are not often required and can often be an encumbrance when walking in nature- at least in Yasha’s opinion. A few accessories are not all too uncommon, though. Yasha finds herself often wearing a large violet flower in her hair to compliment her robe or a purple and translucent facial veil over her mouth. Yasha is always seen with a rather unique eyepatch of a dark purple color- so dark that it is often mistaken for black. The flaming glow does not seem to emanate from under the eye. It is not uncommon to see Yasha’s hands covered with white silken gloves, but she has also been seen covering her hands- particular the fingers, covered with large metal talon-like claws. Resembling the claws of a tiger with a great amount of ornate decor, it appears to be much more than jewelry.

Glamour(s):

Yasha, due to her being a Rakshasa, does not often find glamours to be useful, but she has been known to use glamours to mask minor features of her primal form if she intends to go undercover while still harnessing the convenience of the form. The most common glamours she uses are those to mask her horns and those to mask her fur.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Yasha is best described as a sly and pompous conspirator, as if she is always searching for an angle on those she speaks to. Yasha seems the type of person to hold herself higher than others. It is not uncommon for her to blatantly boast and put herself above others, but at times she does this in a more underhanded and indirect manner. Finding Yasha in a flustered or angered manner is extremely uncommon if even possible. She always appears calm and collected, never losing her cool, and never being caught by surprise. Yasha delights in toying with her prey. Yasha is no stranger to enjoyment, though. Despite the great deal of her time spent tirelessly plotting away, Yasha is rather playful by nature, enjoying certain childish activities and finding herself serene within nature. Despite this, Yasha is not a completely benevolent creature. She has been known, albeit rarely, to be rather ruthless in punishment.

Skills/Talents:

Yasha is a very special kind of diplomat. She has become very adept at sly and underhanded dealings. Intimidating tactics and reading her opponents come easy to Yasha. The Summer Court has always been a very nationalistic nation and it seems there is a natural charisma about Yasha that amplifies that. She is very likeable and tends to easily manipulate others. Yasha was also trained as a hunter, honing her combative skills to a point. Combat wasn’t all Bakasura taught Yasha, though. She learned to a rather great infiltrator, so it is not uncommon that Yasha’s company finds that their companion has slipped away unnoticed.

Goals/Motivation

Yasha’s motivations and purpose have always been an enigma. Much like other aspects of her person, Yasha’s motives have been speculated at a great number of times. The most common conjectures, which are without doubt true to an extent, are that Yasha is out for personal power and power for her court. Many of the actions Yasha has taken in her lifetime have lead her to power. Whether that was her intent or not remains a mystery. The only thing known for sure about Yasha’s drive is that she enjoys being in control.

History:

Before Yasha, the Summer Court had a very different dynamic surrounding it. Ruled by the glorious and powerful Fae: Dauphin Horus. He was a beast of war. Wielding impossible tactics and immense combative abilities, Horus and his court became legendary for their ability to best any other military power. Even more, Horus was never caught missing a battle, always at the side of his troops. The Summer Court was filled with extreme pride in their heritage, driving Horus to hold his population above all others. For ages upon ages, Horus ruled the Summer Court. All his people dared not oppose him due to the nationalistic pride Horus brought that kept the people of the Summer Court happy.

From birth, the young Rakshasa knew not about her true family or where she came from. Yasha was taken as an infant from her family by a rather powerful group that operated within the Summer Court. Their business was not savory, and often involved intermingling with the human world in very malicious ways. When her captors attempted to identify her, Yasha was mislabeled as a sort of the Deva rather than the much rarer Rakshasas. The syndicate that had taken her was worried because of this, thus placing heavy restrictions upon her. She grew up living with no idea of her true origin, within a poor territory as opposed to her apex bloodline’s rich lifestyle, but Yasha was not one to lay idly by and accept the cards that she was dealt. Yasha never accepted fate. Her Rakshasa nature couldn’t be suppressed. Through time, the nature of her ‘captivity’ of sorts, made Yasha more and more aggression. She fled from her pseudo-family and found herself among urchins. For great lengths of time, Yasha was starved and without possessions. It was during this time, the predatory nature of a Rakshasa came to surface. Yasha took to killing for food. No, Yasha wasn’t any sort of assassin or mercenary. She was a hunter. Rakshasas, by nature, are flesh eaters. Whatever animals she could find were her meals. It was a pathetic time for the young Yasha, and killing animals didn’t always leave her on good terms with local Fae.

This struggling that was Yasha’s day to day life led to many problems with other Fae, eventually driving Yasha to find herself hunting elsewhere. She found herself drawn outside of the Fae world, following the trail of a lost human. Her journey lead her to the boundary between worlds, Fae and man. Yasha was reluctant to cross the barrier. She had never strayed this far from her home city, let alone another world. It was then that Yasha was approached by someone through a thicket of nearby trees. He appeared entirely human, but the way he carried himself- the way he looked around like he knew where he was and what he was doing, Yasha knew he was Fae. He was a handsome Fae, dressed head to toe in an elegant and traditional outfit. She remained silent, staring into his gaze for a long moment. He was the one that broke the silence.

“You… You are feeling urges when you see them- The non-Fae folk.” Yasha gave a nod, entranced by the words of the man. “I am like you. We are different, and we must feed… We are Rakshasas…” Yasha was a bit awestruck by the man’s words. They talked for a long while about Rakshasa and the legends of the Maneaters. He taught Yasha that she could consume man like animals and explained that the Rakshasas were predators with the world as their prey. He also gave Yasha his name. He was known in legend as Bakasura. This creature took Yasha under his wing. He taught her about the humans and how they made easy prey for top of the food chain hunters like Rakshasas. Yasha was a loyal student. She killed when Bakasura told her to kill. Anything he asked, she accomplished without hesitation or fail. For the first time in her life, Yasha changed. Yasha’s innocence had disappeared.

Together, they were ruthless, savage, and animalistic. Apart, they were nothing- Yasha was nothing. Yasha felt uncertain as her emotions grew stronger for her new companion in a way she had never felt before. Yasha was falling for Bakasura. They were partners in crime in everything that they did. Yasha lost all sight of her previous life. She was an astute hunter who never failed in her work. Bakasura had molded her young mind into that of a killer’s, and she allowed it. Yasha’s entire life began to revolve around Bakasura’s bidding. It was as if she was his partner in crime- at least, in her mind her was. Their relationship, although it may not have looked it at first, devolved into a very one sided interaction. Despite his harsh treatment of Yasha, she couldn’t help but feel that he cared for her due to her previous upbringing. She was a loyal companion, and served as Bakasura’s false companion to the end. Indeed, no Rakshasa relationship can last forever, not with Yasha.

It was over a century that the two stayed together, but there was reasoning for that. Bakasura and Yasha were on top of the world. They made no mistakes, killed ruthlessly, and spared no mercy for anyone that they came across. That didn’t stop Bakasura from using all his pawns as sacrificial pieces at the first chance he got. Yasha and he were raiding a large tower within the summer court in which the pair were anonymous yet notorious criminals. Surrounded by the Dauphin’s guard, Bakasura ran Yasha through with a blade, leaving her bleeding to death for the guards to capture while he escaped. Yasha wasn’t going to give up so easily, though. She stood and fought with all of her might, bringing down guard after guard before they managed to capture her. Bakasura may not have cared for her, but he sure did train her well. Nearly eviscerated by the and thrown to the dungeon with no regard for her health. Yasha was to be executed publicly. There was no disputing the hundreds that had been affected by her criminal actions. Within the cell, Yasha found herself jeered at, pummeled, and abused by any guard that managed a shift to watch her cell. Left bleeding and beaten, Yasha showed her lifespan as her wounds flow with blood and she still manages to stand. She was unarmed and always watched by the hound-like guard of the Summer Court. This, of course, wasn’t going to dissuade her from fighting back.

As he leaned upon the bars, the guard felt air expel from his throat as his neck was wrapped around. It was then that Yasha sunk her teeth into his flesh. Despite her constant hunting, Bakasura had never made Yasha kill another Fae. Her victims were always human or fauna, but the rage overcame her. Her greatest friend- The man she so longed for had betrayed her and she was blind to his wicked intent. As the corpse before her thudded to the floor, her body swayed slightly in its weakened state. Fetching her kill’s keys and blade was an arduous task, but she managed. Now she had to escape, for with this incident, Yasha would surely not be given any semblance of trial. She would be slain if spotted, but the rage within her surpassed any sensible solutions. Her human form melded away, revealing all of her Rakshasa features. As she stepped, fear, betrayal, and depression blocked her from coherent thought. She ran through the palace, slashing another of the royal guards who had his back turned with the small blade. Yasha didn’t even look back to see if he lived or perished. She just kept running.

The Dauphin’s palace was not meant to be infiltrated, of course. Yasha had no hope of escape. Her young Fae mind didn’t understand this until it was too late, though. Within the palace’s main atrium, Yasha was surrounded by at least a dozen soldiers armed to the teeth. They moved forward as a unit, encircling Yasha more and more. Soon, the tips of each spear was only inches from her body. Yasha lets her eyelids fall shut. This wasn’t how she wanted to die. She wanted to die at his side, but did she still? So many questions seemed to run through the mind of the Rakshasa as everything seemed to slow around her. She gritted her teeth, waiting for the inevitable cold embrace, but it wouldn’t come. Slowly her eyes shifted open, and before her was a sight she knew sealed her fate. The Dauphin parted his soldiers and stood before the kneeling girl.

“Cease…” His voice boomed out and the spears surrounding Yasha reactively fell to the side of their wielders. “Look at me, child…” Dauphin Horus brought a hand that jerked her chin upwards to peer into his eyes. He was a regal sight to behold, and to be this close was not a privilege that Yasha deserved, but something about her caught the Dauphin’s eye. “She is Bakasura’s most recent servant, yes? She shall not die. I will take her.” Yasha paid no attention to Horus’s words of her fate. The first sentence he spoke struck a chord within her. Most recent servant? Had Bakasura done this to others? She was lost in thought as the surrounding crowd discussed her fate. A single tear dripping down her cheek. Her life… Was all wrong. She was the bad guy.

“She cannot go unpunished,” called one of the Dauphin’s guards. His reply chilled the crowd, a frown twisting onto his face.

“And she won’t…” Horus brought his clawed hand up from her chin as he spoke, wiping the tear from her eye. His hand was gentle, but Yasha could feel the ill intent within the man. His frown twisted into a smile as his clawed hand positioned itself over her eye, forcing itself downward with an eruption of blood. Yasha’s screams pierced the entire palace that day…

For months following Yasha’s punishment she was taught how to live properly as a servant to the Dauphin. She cleaned, prepared, and managed anything Horus wished in the palace, and in turn, she was given a cramped room within the palace to reside in. Well, Despite its appearance, Yasha’s ornate room was truly a cell that she was placed in when not working. Yasha never protested her fate. She diligently worked, though she was very detached from everything. This disconnected personality intrigued Dauphin Horus. It wasn’t long before Yasha became more than a servant to the lone leader. She became a courtesan- a companion. This was a completely unexpected gesture to the Rakshasa. She didn’t understand why the Dauphin had been so forgiving to such a criminal, but he never told her. She started to live a life of luxury in the royal palace. It was an unexpected glamour thrown upon her, but it wasn’t truly freedom. Yasha was still not allowed to leave the palace, and this fact gave her comfort. She felt she needed to repent in some way and the Dauphin was assisting her in accomplishing that goal.

Yasha was faithful, yet still distant for another great length of time, but she eventually started to accommodate to the royal lifestyle. With all that Horus asked of her, she wanted to be allowed more and more in return, and as he satisfied her wishes more and more, the two grew very close. There was one thing Dauphin Horus would never grant her though: Her freedom. Yasha was once again fooled by charm. The two lived together in a harmonious and routine lifestyle, but sooner or later Horus ran out of things to give Yasha to pacify her curiosity. He offered her one thing he knew the broken hearted Rakshasa couldn’t refuse: the love she desired. With Horus’s people beginning to grow against his solo ruling, he was in need of a Dauphiné, but he could never truly split his power with Yasha. His love for her was strong, but he never believed in her as a just ruler.

Despite Horus’s best efforts, Yasha wouldn’t accept the life of a servant to her love. Horus allowed her to become his consort, but the powers of the Dauphiné were never granted to her. It was merely a figurehead to satiate not only Yasha, but also the Dauphin’s people. Every time decisions would come to the table of the Summer COurt, Yasha’s opinions would always be disregarded or shot down. Yasha was clearly unhappy about this, but Horus didn’t seem to care. The two grew a slight distance for the first time since Horus took Yasha under his wing. It was then a huge turn of events occurred within the Summer Court: The Dauphin was assassinated.

No one knew how or why he was killed and many of the details seemed to have been overlooked by the public. There was little to no investigation and many do not know why that was. The Summer Court’s citizens were a happy people that grieved when Horus was slain, but he had prepared them for his death as he had entered battle so many times. Yasha was able to take the throne as Dauphiné of Summer Court, starting the age of the Rakshasa, and no one ever knew why it seemed Dauphin Horus was rended by tiger’s claws in his end...

Relationships (To Be Added)

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Dynamics:

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There's nothing inherently wrong here but there are certain aspects that I need more details on. These are largely to do with the areas that were left purposefully vague. Horus' death, Yasha's age etc. Since you likely don't want those things to be public knowledge if you could please PM them to me that would be great.

The Rakshasa

Race:

Rakshasa
(Based on Rakshasa and similar Hindu Deva)

Common Physical Traits:

Rakshasas have two complete forms that they inhabit, due to their special abilities. Their original and primal form appears just like their humanoid with quite a few additions. All of a Rakshasa’s limbs are covered with a smooth and short hair that appears with the stripes of a tiger. The idea that Rakshasa have close ties with tigers is seen even more so with the tiger tail that Rakshasa’s have in their primal form. Horns of various shapes protrude from their skulls, making them look rather regal in appearance. When in their primal form, a Rakshasa’s eyes appear to hold small flames within themselves. Often hidden beneath clothing when not needed, Rakshasas have not two, but four arms- two protruding from each shoulder. All Rakshasa mouths bare a full set of gleaming sharp teeth, originally used when Rakshasas were natural hunters outside of civilization. One of the most peculiar features of Rakshasas that set them apart from other races is the strange nature of their hands. Instead of having their palms and thumbs facing inwards, the palms appear on the back of their hands, as if they were inverted.

Court:

Rakshasas can be found in any of the four courts, but they are most commonly found in the Summer and Autumn courts.

Abilities:

Rakshasa are commonly believed to be a demonic offspring of natural hunters. With the ability to shapeshift into a human form that appears similar to their natural and primal form, a Rakshasa is remarkably good at furtive and shady business. This form can be manifested for greatly extended amounts of time. Rakshasas are also known tricksters and sorcerers. This ability is actually often exaggerated by those unfamiliar with the creature. Rakshasas truly only have the power of illusion. More particularly, a Rakshasa has the ability to create illusory copies of themselves that last for short periods of time. Most often used to appear in greater numbers or as diversions, Rakshasas have become known for convoluted, sneaky, and serpentine methods of attack. These illusory doubles are extremely volatile and will likely shatter upon any interaction with other living things.

Limits:

A Rakshasa only has one humanoid form that they’ve mastered their ability to shapeshift into. Any attempt to shapeshift into another creature would fail. Picking up on subtle hints can make seeing through a Rakshasa’s disguise easy work. For example, a Rakshasa’s teeth can never be hidden even in its human form. It is also not uncommon that Rakshasas struggle to hide their flaming eyes. A Rakshasa’s illusory doubles cannot last for extended periods of times and it can be easy to learn to spot out a Raksha’s illusions if one is trained and the Rakshasa is not cunning with their deployment.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

Rakshasas, throughout legends, have always had one weakness that trumps all others: Brass. The particular metal never works well with Rakshasa. When in contact with brass in any way, A Rakshasa’s illusions are instantly shattered. Injuries involving brass weaponry can also cause Rakshasas to become very weak and even paralyzed for short times in some cases. These injuries are also known to prevent a Rakshasa from using its illusion abilities at all. Due to their heavy connections to sorcery, Rakshasas have another prevalent weakness. Magic circles drawn in particular patterns, known as binding circles, can ward off or close in Rakshasas. Whether used to trap in Rakshasas or keep them out, binding circles have become a bane of all Rakshasas.

Social Standing:

Due to many past transgressions and altercations involving Rakshasas, the race has been branded with a reputation for being cunning and conniving. This often leads to the race as a whole being branded untrustworthy and discriminated against. This hasn’t caused the Rakshasas to be pushed around, though. Instead it was rather the opposite. Many fear the sly tendencies of the creatures, always believed to be working an angle and always seeming to have the upper hand.

Historical Impact:

Rakshasas are believed to be a primeval race, existing since the beginning of time. Legend has it, Rakshasa are the incarnations of the world’s most evil sinners, or that they were spawned from the mistake of an ancient and powerful Fae. No matter what is believed, it is understood that the Rakshasa are to be feared. They were not truly an extremely impactful and well known race of Fae until the Dauphiné of the Summer Court came to power. It was then that numerous Rakshasas surfaced as agents of the Summer Court and earned their sly reputation.

What exactly differentiates the Rakshasas' primal form from its humaniod one? It seems they are almost identical save for a number of details with could just as easily be hidden with glamour.

@Prince of Seraphs, I am more than happy to assist in writing lore and detailing the Summer Court if you'd allow me.

I would be more than grateful if you would. Just so you know I have a tendency to take a concept and run with it so if I like a beginning you make by the time I finish with it might not be recognizable. Hope that's alright. Don't worry I'll credit you.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

How does canon matter when one is looking for inspiration to produce art? xD

@Forsythe

I believe Marcus' tank would look rather strange without its canon.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@NarayanK Unsubtle is Marcus' tank. And I thought I had memory issues ;P

@Forsythe

Wait, the tank is still at Beacon? Did Marcus die? I can't keep track of how the vanished cast members got written out.

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Gentry Fae

Race: Gentry Fae

Common Physical Traits:
Thin-boned and often slightly smaller in stature to the humans they resemble, Gentry Fae have little need for Glamour. Their ears, however, are long and sharply pointed, their muscle smaller and more dense than that of humans. Their eye, skin, and hair color is also similar to that of humans, with a few important exceptions. Gentry Fae have strong magic in their blood and are capable of changing the color of just about every part of themselves permanently. Thus, wild hair colors, styles, skin, clothing, and eye colors are not unheard of. Some fashions are kept strictly among nobles as a sort of code, namely glowing auras around the skin.

Court:
Gentry Fae have a natural talent for magic, but this magic is connected closely with the Autumn Empress and thus it is exceptionally rare to see enchantment-gifted (see Enchantment under Abilities) gentry fae living outside of the Autumn Court. That being said, Gentry Fae without this gift have existed outside the Autumn Court for some time, their reputation as skilled crafters and scholars earning them a decent place in other fae societies.

Abilities:
Enchantment: There are many different disciplines of enchantment, some of which are forbidden. Because this kind of magic requires some degree of crafting skill and time, it is not suitable for direct use in combat. The basics of each school is listed below:

Elemental: The manipulation of light/darkness, heat/cold, earth/air, water, lightning, and other such parts of nature by capturing their essence into inanimate objects. Such enchantments are typically used to instill elemental power into weapons or alter the weight and appearance of clothing and armor.

Arcane: Runes carved into objects can project arcane force. This is usually applied in protective runes and explosive traps. Arcane energy can also be instilled into an object to animate it, make the object invisible or visible at will, and even teleport other objects and creatures short distances.

Celestial: Objects can be imbued with a connection to the moon, sun, and stars and is most often use for regenerative and recharging purposes. Some fae covens make use of this magic in fortune telling and primal curses.

Alchemical: Substances can be broken down into core elements and re-arranged in a magical fashion. This is the most complex fashion of enchantment, requiring formulas and minutely delicate processes, but results in potent elixirs and metals otherwise impossible to create.

Soulcraft: Through a long and arduous ritual, a soul can be removed from a living person and drawn into an object to dwell there. Depending on the enchantment used, the soul can retain all its memories or be stripped of such identity to utilize only certain parts of its intelligence. This practice is seen as a privilege among Gentry Fae, and thus only the highest magisters are allowed to practice it (usually on prisoners and criminals and sometimes willing subjects).

Limits:
No single fae, with the exception of the Empress of Autumn, controls command over every discipline of enchantment. While skilled enchanters can utilize the magic within their blood to learn two or three different practices, they tend to have a natural skill for one type which they study for centuries to master.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:
As with all fae magic, enchanted objects are subject to destruction by iron. Enchanted objects touched by iron lose their magic and instilled qualities, reverting back to normal materials. Additionally, the focus required for this type of magic makes it impossible to use in combat, often requiring inks and crafting materials with which to channel spell and intent.

Social Standing:
Gentry Fae are the cream of high society among the Autumn Court, usually skilled magisters, artisans, and crafters of impossible feats.

Historical Impact:
Gentry Fae did not acquire their enchantment gifts until the wars of the fae realm, and thus their impact is mostly related to the rise of the Autumn Empress, Aurelia. Before that time, they were skilled artisans and soldiers who recorded ancient events that may still remain as ruins in the human world. Their cerebral place in society has rendered them long lines of scholarly nobility within the Autumn Court.

@FairessI suppose I should have said something earlier but the list I have of fae types in the Records is a reminder to myself the types that are going to be crucial to the world moving forward. That means that though only a handful of them are at the moment filled out I have already planned how each of those races will function. The Gentry Fae I'm using are a race of high class servants bound to noble households, sorry.

I should also mention that while your list of magical types is interesting, magic is not limited by race to the extent that this seems to imply. While a number of fae types are incapable or incompetent when it comes to magic a fairly significant number of races are capable of harnessing magic with skill and finesse.

Aurelia

Basic Information

Common Name(s):
Empress Aurelia, First Enchantrix, Lady of Shalott, Painter of the Leaves

True Name:
Chrysanthea Ceres

Age:
Unknown

Race:
Gentry Fae

Fae Court:
Autumn

Summary Role: Empress of the Autumn Court

Appearance

Hair Color:
Bright Auburn

Eye Color:
Peridot

Complexion:
Pale white

Height:
5'6''

Weight:
110lbs

Physical Features:
As one of the oldest among gentry fae, Aurelia maintains a delicate, youthful body and formidable presence, her limbs thin and pale but her peridot eyes bright and alert. Her willowy gait supports a proud, perfectly symmetrical face with high cheekbones, her womanly features slight but still present in the shape of her silhouette. She keeps silky red hair in a series of ringlets tumbling down her back. There are legends about her hands alone, long and dextrous digits said to have imbued the very essence of Autumn into the land her kingdom rests on. Her clothing and shoes, largely inspired by leafy themes, are said to be made of such fine material that she makes no sound when she walks.

Glamour:
There is a golden glow over Aurelia's skin, sometimes bright enough to hide her features. While she can manipulate the glamour into visually disappearing, she cannot hide the taint that seeps through her.

Attire:
Most typical of her gowns is a loose-fitting dress tying in a halter around her neck. It appears to have a smattering of layers, bright orange and golden leaves of silk flowing over a longer, translucent satin that bleeds into reds and purples over her ankles. Her shoes are tight-fitting slippers that seem to have been sewn from red leaves.

Personality

Personality:
Aurelia strives to maintain perfect balance within herself. Gentle but firm, stern but not cruel, logical but creative, she is an icon of what her people strive to become. This, however, is street talk. In reality, she has a cool temperament rather than any semblance of a warm one, struggling to find joy or beauty in her own craft for centuries. She is cynical, demanding, and patronizing of artists seeking her recognition, finding the smallest of faults in their creative works and crushing dreams without remorse. Time and conflict has left her jaded and controlled, her ability to micromanage and multitask almost frightening in its precise execution. She is never late, rarely smiles, and is famous for a stone face whenever entering negotiations outside of her court. That being said, she is also a largely nonviolent and solitary entity, leaving the execution of court business and law to her children and court nobility.

Skills and Talents:
Aurelia made a great sacrifice long ago to learn the craft of enchantment. She can weave both physical and arcane elements of the faerie realm into other objects, be they living or not. This can range from anything as harmless as imbuing a leaf with the still-glowing colors of a sunset to removing a soul from a creature to trap it within an object to grant that object intelligence. Besides this, she is a creature of exceptional talent; she is a philosopher, a musician, a painter, a singer, a dancer, a writer, a craftswoman, and a politician, using her thousands of years of experience to create wonders marveled over from across the realms. Where others might seek to unearth relics and relive old glory tales, her sheer ability and the talent she fosters within her court encourages her people to look to the future and use their hands to build great wonders of their era.

Goals/Motivation:
Aureila seeks nothing less than perfection of form, both of body and mind. At the same time, a forbidden desire rests deeply suppressed within her—the knowledge that she is limited within her court and must travel beyond its borders to gain a perfect, working understanding of the fae realm and its possibilities. This desire, however, cannot come about without great cost.

History:
Aurelia lived to see the division of the Unseelie Court from the Seelie Court, born in a time of chaos and war within the new fae realm. At the time, the Autumn and Winter courts were unified, both tenacity and creativity winning them many solid victories over the opposing courts. Aurelia was promised to a winter prince, and together they crafted weapons of war that soaked the young land with fae blood. Despite the war, both dreamed of peace, a land where their deeds and crafts would replace the industry of battle.

But it was not to be. Knowing that the Unseelie were impossible to stop while they remained united, a plan was secretly made to separate the two for good. The King of Winter's son was found with an enchanted dagger embedded in his back while he had slept. This son had long been a rival to Aurelia's sister, both powerful combatants who disagreed in the treatment of prisoners. Naturally, the dagger was one of her sister's, and in retaliation, her sister was executed by the King himself without consent of Autumn's royal line.

Trust fractured, espionage and sabotage beginning in earnest between the two courts. This turned into open warfare, by which time Aurelia lost all faith in her husband, who remained loyal to his father's decision to execute her sister. Unfortunately, the Autumn Court had no army that could match Winter's, and after only a few battles, they were forced to the very edge of The Far Lands. Desperate, Aurelia gathered a choice few guards and sought out Yggdrasil. In that bizarre center of the fae lands, she met a spirit who offered a single apple, promising salvation—at a price.

“Gather your people in the place where you would stand and partake of the fruit, but beware: it is a curse and a boon. You will gain a portion of the great tree's power, but it will in turn bind you to the land its power spreads to and no further. Leave the tainted land and all its magic—and the magic inside you now—will also leave forever.”

As promised, when Aurelia partook of the fruit, she gained magic formerly unknown to her people. Her will seeped into the earth itself, becoming part of the forests, the lakes, the air. Suddenly, she could bind these essences to create new weapons and could even pass down this power to others, quickly forming an army of reinforced soldiers who could fend off the fierce Winter armies. Not only that, however—this influence affected the magic of the area itself, dampening the power of fae outside her court. In honor of her deeds, she was named the monarch of the Autumn Court.

There's a lot of good material in this CS. I can tell you're a good writer and have a decent imagination but unfortunately most of it doesn't fit with the opening posts. Firstly and perhaps most crucially, and this is my mistake for not writing it in the rules for Character Creation (I've added it now) but no player controlled character can be old enough to have been present during the any of the Court schisms, there are some relevant events that happened around those times that should not be known to players at this time.

Following that during the war between the Seelie and the Unseelie there was no Autumn, Winter, Spring or Summer Courts. Their war was over leadership of the fae people which when resolved resulted in the creation of the Seelie and Unseelie Courts kept distinct by Yggdrasil's barrier. Winter and Autumn wouldn't be distinct empires with their own lines of succession and such until several hundred years later.

Then there is Yggdrasil. Firstly Yggdrasil is an Ash Tree. That means it doesn't bear fruit unless you count the samara (helicopters) which are not edible. Secondly Yggdrasil might be as old as the world but it is still a fae in all senses that matter. It wouldn't share the core of its power without a very very very good reason and by your own account Aurelia's people had been bloodied and beaten, driven to the Far Lands, lost everything. They didn't have anything left to interest the tree. Also as Yggdrasil is the center of the fae world their isn't a reason for the ties between it and the Gentry Fae to only spread to the Autumn Court which at this time didn't even exist yet.

I realize how disorganized about this whole RP I am and I'm sorry for it. This is my first attempt at something this big and I'm still getting all my ducks in a row.

The Court of Autumn

Time flows differently in the realm of Autumn. Twilight lingers for most of the day with much shorter cycles of noontime and nighttime. Its forests are eternally locked in Autumn colors, leaves of every hue coloring the woods with brilliant colors. In addition to this, farmlands are forever rich, producing no shortage of food: a seed planted within may fully mature by the end of a 'day.' Very few denizens of the realm, thus, starve, although it also makes farmers relatively poor due to the eternal surplus. Autumn Court society celebrates beauty, craftsmanship, and magical arts, with its nobility largely earning their place through famed artistic accomplishments and productions.

Ultimately, time is not important to the largely long-lived denizens of the Autumn Court. Hard deadlines don't exist for deliveries and products, with perfection and quality always being the most important. Autumn denizens take great pride in their schools and creations, deeming themselves the most civilized among the fae and tending towards neutrality that borders on utter disinterest with the rest of the world. They fear very little with their empress to guide them, whose magic enshrouds the lands of the court in a magical aura which serves to dampen the strength of magic from those not born of the Autumn Court. Even so, there are a few who speak out against this lethargic complacency, mainly guards of the boundaries' gates who have seen the unrest of the outside worlds.

There's something interesting stuff in here, particularly in the first paragraph that I think I will combine with some ideas @Zendrelax gave me awhile back, with your permission of course.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

@Lugubrious the tag in my post was misaligned so it didn't go off properly but Sapphire is talking to Abel.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Just like how Oswald invited several friends and teammates on his date with Sapphire, Abel is suggesting Krysanthe do the same when he secretly hopes she comes along by herself.

@Guess Who

Should he be talking to Krysanthe then? She's the one in the group that doesn't know the other party is hoping for a one on one outing. In this situation Abel would be more comparable to Sapphire's position during their trip to the Music Box.

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Sapphire Rode and Oswald Connoly - Infirmary

Sapphire nodded as Oswald's assertion that the situation was getting out of control. "I feel as though..." Sapphire trailed off looking for the right words. "It seems like somethings happening, in the background, blended into the shadows. Something we're only getting glimpses of but the moment you reach for it vanishes into smoke. The one solid lead we've got is Pops." Sapphire wasn't sure when her vague suspicions and promise to look into the strange events at Beacon had grown to a 'we' but there it was. "If we could locate Pops he might be able to tell us more. Unlike the kid there's more information on Pops and starting place. I might take a trip down to the prison this weekend, see what I can find."

Oswald's insights about Gren weren't altogether surprising. He didn't know the boar faunus that well. If any one of them did it was Shiro and Sapphire could guess pretty well that no thoughts of Gren's motivations had ever crossed the tiger's mind. Still Oswald hadn't seem him in the aftermath of the Shelter mission. The look on his face when he was trying to convince everyone to burn the Shelter to the ground. The nearly fanatical glint in his eye as he vowed to find Pops' backup computer despite the bear faunus being completely unwilling to say anything as to a location. It had unnerved the azure haired girl more than she cared to admit.

Before she could say anything else however a nurse came over to Oswald's bed to check on his condition. "Excuse me miss, it's getting late and this patient needs a great deal of rest. You can come back in the morning but for now I'm going to have to ask you leave." The nurse said politely to Sapphire, as she motioned to the door. Sapphire nodded and got up from her chair. "I'll come check on you sometime tomorrow. Goodnight Oswald." she said before leaving the infirmary for her own dorm. The mission had been taxing and it was basically just the conversation with Oswald that had been keeping Sapphire awake until now. Almost the moment her head hit the pillow Sapphire was out like a light.

@Multi_Media_Man

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The next morning Sapphire woke late. Well late for her. It was nearly nine when she opened her eyes which compared to her normal six O'clock mornings was fairly late. She showered, then dried and braided her hair before pulling on a pair of black skinny jeans and a white tank top over which she tossed on her usual knee length coat. To complete the ensemble she strapped on Somnus and Melinoe. She glanced at the summoners app on her scroll for her weapons but decided against it. She liked being armed but something about her shotguns didn't feel quite right. She liked the polearm form quite a bit as a style but something about those particular weapons bothered her. Deciding that was a problem best thought through in Armoury class Sapphire banished it from her mind as her stomach started to rumble. It looked like it was time for breakfast.

For school food the Beacon cafeteria had fairly adequate supplies. It wasn't exactly five star dining but Sapphire didn't have a problem with it. It was likely better than what Oswald was getting in the Infirmary anyways. Sapphire shuddered at the thought of Infirmary food before she loaded up a plate with waffles and whipped cream and grabbed two health smoothies. She scanned the cafeteria for familiar faces and her eyes fell on Abel, the silent member of Swansong. Her suspicions about Gren's possible involvement in Pops' disappearance resurfaced unbidden and they made Sapphire suddenly realize how little she really knew about her teammates, particularly Abel who didn't talk about himself often. Thinking it couldn't hurt to try and strike up a conversation Sapphire set her food down next to her partners. "Morning Abel," she said nonchalantly "You got any weekend plans?"
@Lugubrious

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@Prince of Seraphs

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harinezumikouken

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@harinezumikouken No seriously I don't know what @Multi_Media_Man's talking about.

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ABEL, YOU FOOL! DON'T ALLOW YOURSELF TO FALL INTO THE SAME TRAP OSWALD DID

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

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The Otherworld: Faerie Light™

To say this looks interesting from the interest check would be redundant. It's just that between the interest check, this tab, and the characters, I'm not sure if you've got any open spots I might settle into.

@Fairess

If you're looking for official spots the Autumn ruler position is still open but aside from that this RP is meant to be big, it's always open to new members and given the scope of the world it shouldn't get overcrowded in any one place. Also take into account that only a handful of the interested parties from the interest check have resurfaced since the OOC opened.