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Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

@Unraveller *Bonks on head with squeaky hammer* Pesty Armstrong.

"Oh come and dance in our ring. Forget your troubles, gladness bring. The mortal world which you have ties. Behind you lies, behind you lies."

People disappear from time to time into the forests or mountains never to be seen again. We just file a missing person report and move on, usually they don't come back, but sometimes they do. They may be found in such a state to be declare mentally unstable, or perhaps they are dismissed as having some 'out-of-body' experience. They talk about spirits and gods, certain they exist or that there is a higher order telling them what to do do. Preposterous right?

But what if there was? We can't see it, we don't believe in it, but it's there and we know it. Through tiny gaps, small little openings in the veil, we can stumble through. A circle of stones or trees, a ring of mushrooms, or perhaps some old ruins. Perhaps we run into something out in the wilderness, confused and begging for help. We agree to something without knowing the price. But what is it? Where is it? The Fae is what and where. The Fae Realm and it's courts. The Fall, Winter, Spring and the Summer Court. The Seelie and Unseelie Courts. Within this realm promises are binding, prices must be paid, iron is a deadly threat, and lying will only cause you more trouble than it is worth.

I should know better than any, the laws of the Fae are iron in their own might and breaking them is far more than foolish. The power struggles are constant and nothing is forgotten, not by the Fae anyways. Who am I? It doesn't matter any more. I am merely a servant of the Unseelie court, someone who watches and serves the true king. I don't even know if I'm human any more, or if I ever was. My name is spun from his lips and I must hasten to do as I am bid, may you never fall into their grasp.

"Grasp the iron that they fear. Raise it high, they won't come near. Flee the forests and keep away. Else with the fairy you will stay."

CS:

Name:
Race (Human or Type of Fae):
Position (In court if you are a fae, Any fae outsid eof a court will be under extreme pressure):
Age:
Personality (Fae type has effect):
Appearance:
Background:

(There is no max person limit. I just want a clear chart of who rules what court. Fae Rulers must be active in the RP.)
Ruler of the Winter Court: Urke'j Lask
Ruler of the Spring Court: Runlauf
Ruler of the Summer Court: (OPEN)
Ruler of the Fall Court: Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor

Examples of Type of Fae and Courts (Feel Free to use ANY Fae on or off the list) (Give me detail if off the list):
Kelpie (A horse-fae which draws it's victims into the sea to drown them) - Spring or Fall
Banshee - Fall
Gremlins - Any, prefer Winter (Can touch Iron, thus they are limited)
Brownies (They can range from the small fae that clean houses to the great ents) - Spring or Summer
(Season)-born (Classical humanoid fae) - Children born to at least one fae parent or adopted by the fae
Selkies (A seal fae that may take on human form by removing their seal skin coat) - Spring, Fall or Winter
Pixie (Tinkerbell) - Spring
Nyphs (Greek sprites of earth, water, and air) - Any season, except winter

-More Information on this Realm-

No nicey-nice Fae that laugh and help each other while discovering the magic of friendship. Fae are ancient creatures that are well known for deceit and deception. They all want their lot in life to be the best for them. It's very rare that they will put another before them. However this does not mean they are power hungry. If a Court has a stable Ruler they will keep that ruler so long as the ruler gives them reason to keep themselves in place. Power, prosperity, and politics.

Each Court has their own type of personality, power. To reflect their season. Spring is the most childish and flighty, Summer's energy with Winter's ruthlessness. They are vain, and iron in their will-much like a stubborn child. Summer is hot-headed, vibrant, vain. Honorable and ready to fall for romance (Midsummer night and all). They prefer entertainment to work. Fall is the twilight and the hunt, sneaky and cunning. Winter is the cold and aloof season. The firmest and most ridged in it's rule. They are realistic, they dislike distraction to their work.

Fae powers vary but there is a general rule of thumb the old the Fae the more power they have. Survival of the fittest and all.

Names have power and uttering someone full name, given by them allows Fae (and restricts them should a human know it) to control and essential press a life of indenture upon the being whose name is known.

Iron. Cold, pure iron will kill a Fae. If it isn't pure, or flakes of iron it will merely burn a fae. A circle of iron can keep a Fae out or in. Only Gremlins and other Metal-touched Fae are able to shape or even touched iron without pain or death, Gremlins are masters of bending magical property into metal, and are equally talented in dismantling and Repairing machines. They are often killed or bound, due to this fact.

Promises are binding, and breaking a promise is deadly in most cases. If you owe a fae, you Forever owe a fae, and there is a magic in it that they can force you to pay up until debt is payed. Most Fae will speak carefully so such a thing does not happen. Promises and favors are essentially currency in the Fae Realm. Everything must be given with a fair trade- of a sort.

All Fae have a Glimmer, an outer look, bestowed by magic to make them hard to notice, or change how they look. This is often used in the mortal realm by the more powerful of the Fair Folk.

Also, Never called them faeries. They hate that.

Fae artifact Grow, and EVENTUALLY gain sentience, able to pick its own master, and warps its own magic. The older, the stronger and smarter. Essentially an ancient fae weapon... IS a fae. Touch NOTHING in a fae home.

"DON'T TOUCH IT, DON'T TOUCH IT, DON'T TOU- ooh shiny!" then DEAD - Havok The Foolish (A dear friend and my drafting board for this idea)

Fae and humans may cross to the Mortal and Fae Realm by gates. Ancient pathways the Fae built through their human puppets- such as Stone Henge (locked), the lake of Avalon (Opened during misty days due to the weather factor being required) or the Pyramids (Broken). Some of these gates have been destroy in Fae wars, locked away by their creators, or just not used and sitting there waiting for mortals to wander through without realizing. There are other gates, spawned by the shift of Realms as they touch each other. These may change from time to time.

Now hopefully you all aren't thrown off because of that detail but I've been tossing this idea about and I wanted to make sure I had all my bases covered. So sorry! But if you have any more questions please ask and I shall answer! Now who is interested?

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

CS:
Name: Aisling Ní Cheallaighe, "She who is born of ashes"

Race (Human or Type of Fae): Human

Position (In court if you are a fae, Any fae outside of a court will be under extreme pressure): Servant to Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor

Age: 61, looks 17-19

Personality (Fae type has effect): A once proud young woman, she was bent to the task of serving O'Aenges-Mor quickly. Still she snarks at her Lord Fae, and is more than willing to question him and his orders. But she knows any out right disloyalty could get her killed and if he were to die she would wish to perish soon after without his protection in the Fae Courts. She is sharp to others of lesser rank than she, and is wise to the way of the fae. A must within their realm.

Appearance: Thick red hair falls to her waist and frames grey eyes. Pale skin from time spent with the Fall Court. She generally wears a heavy gown of dark green or brown with a cloak of grey. Dressing in the style of Victorian times. She appears and actually physically is around her seventeenth or nineteenth year. It is uncertain when she stopped aging after she was brought into the fae courts. She is a bit on the shorter side, and is petite.

Background: Aisling was born to a wealthy family and had a very lovely childhood. She never had want for anything, but when she had fallen for a young man and learned a horrible truth that jeopardized her privileged life she panicked. Fleeing to the forest she sought solace while trying to comfort herself with something. It was there she was found by Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor of the Fae. She offered him anything, if only to grant her the answer to her problem. He gave her the promised answer and took her to the realm of the Fae as payment. She has served him ever since.

CS:

Name: Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor

Race (Human or Type of Fae): Fall-born Fae

Position (In court if you are a fae, Any fae outside of a court will be under extreme pressure): King of the Fall Court

Age: Unknown

Personality (Fae type has effect): Sharp as a blade, quick as a snake, Tegvan rules his Court with a iron fist and is more than willing to employ almost tyrannical means to get his Fae followers in line. His is swift with justice, and swifter with vengeance. He has a cruel amusement and enjoys the 'finer' things in life. Not to say he is without mercy. He doesn't even know the meaning of the word.

Appearance: A tall fae, he appears as a dark shadowy form, or as a dark skinned fae with black armor some say is made of dim grey starlight. His ears have definite points and his nails as well. His eyes are the fall storms and his teeth are sharp as a blades. Ravens are said to be his cloak of feathers and his voice is said to be the rushing wind. In his glimmer spell, he takes the appearance of a tall man, with short black hair and pale blue eyes. His skin is periously pale and with high cheek bones and an arrow straight nose. His ears are however not pointed in the glimmer spell, rather human shaped and size. He usually wears something matching the current time, for the present it is dark jeans, black boots, and a loose grey shirt. His build is not bulky like the winter fae but rather well muscled and toned.

Background: Tegvan O'Aenges-Mor is a ancient and powerful Fae. Little is known about him and why he took on a human pet is less understood. He is not a fae to cross though he does have his good points. Often putting out small prizes for the fae that messes the best with Spring and Summer Court, and dancing about the politics with the grace of a falling leaf. No one is certain how long he has held the throne but all have seen the tormented Fae who tried to take it from him. Their final moments imprisoned in artwork. He has no mercy, but is more than willing to listen to the lesser Fae before considering their points. Tegvan is not a Fae to cross and he makes that well known. But within him is a deep sorrow well hidden by the many, many years he has walked the earth and Fae Realm.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@Blackmist16 Essentially that's up to you. I'm putting them on average Fae, with a close kin-ship to Elves.

@Dead Cruiser No vampires aren't Fae. There's a Fae similar to them, with blood drinking.

@Krinos Solstice Take you're time and I'm of the same mind of Zahrale = Apollo. I think I know how you feel slightly, Rping is a sort of a block for my own life and if I don't do it everything seems drab and rather empty. If you need anything drop a PM.

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There you go guys! Have fun! Oh, rule of thumb? Let a 3 person in between a RP scene between two of you.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances

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"Oh come and dance in our ring. Forget your troubles, gladness bring. The mortal world which you have ties. Behind you lies, behind you lies."

People disappear from time to time into the forests or mountains never to be seen again. We just file a missing person report and move on, usually they don't come back, but sometimes they do. They may be found in such a state to be declare mentally unstable, or perhaps they are dismissed as having some 'out-of-body' experience. They talk about spirits and gods, certain they exist or that there is a higher order telling them what to do do. Preposterous right?

But what if there was? We can't see it, we don't believe in it, but it's there and we know it. Through tiny gaps, small little openings in the veil, we can stumble through. A circle of stones or trees, a ring of mushrooms, or perhaps some old ruins. Perhaps we run into something out in the wilderness, confused and begging for help. We agree to something without knowing the price. But what is it? Where is it? The Fae is what and where. The Fae Realm and it's courts. The Fall, Winter, Spring and the Summer Court. The Seelie and Unseelie Courts. Within this realm promises are binding, prices must be paid, iron is a deadly threat, and lying will only cause you more trouble than it is worth.

I should know better than any, the laws of the Fae are iron in their own might and breaking them is far more than foolish. The power struggles are constant and nothing is forgotten, not by the Fae anyways. Who am I? It doesn't matter any more. I am merely a servant of the Unseelie court, someone who watches and serves the true king. I don't even know if I'm human any more, or if I ever was. My name is spun from his lips and I must hasten to do as I am bid, may you never fall into their grasp.

"Grasp the iron that they fear. Raise it high, they won't come near. Flee the forests and keep away. Else with the fairy you will stay."
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The sun moved easily through thick grey clouds. Rain had either come and gone or was on the way, a dreary and beautiful day. Grey eyes studied the clouds and scattered rays of light piercing them. Her hands moved along a small lap-harp compelling notes from the thin silver strings. A musical instrument she had learned over the years, it had been a stout friend to her. It was sung from a great tree and carved with breathe taking detail, nothing less would do for "She who was born of ashes". The notes sharped in anger, they had forbidden her name, her very lovely name because name had power. Her fair face bared a blank expression of sorrow as she sat upon the park bench. A small escape into the mortal world for a slight time. Her Lord had sought something from this Realm so she was sent to fetch it, to attempt to flee would be futile and it would bring only sorrow.

Many people passed her by staring at her odd form of dress. It was not often you saw a teen wearing a thick Victorian styled dress with a thick cloak of grey. The deep and light blue of the dress making her seem all the more vivid among the more plain colours and manners of dress. Thick red curls hung down her back to her waist, secured away from her face with a grey ribbon. Her gloved hands stroked the harp again as she spell bound several of her fellow humans, luring them with pure words of warning.

"Graps the Iron that they fear,
Hold it high, they wont come near.
Flee the forest and keep away,
Else with the fairy you will stay.

Dance in their circle, twirl about,
Forget the world and your doubts.
Into their realm, into their halls,
You'll never see your own fall."

Strumming one last time she let the applause come and pass on as she started a purely musical piece. No one believed her. No one ever would, but still she tried. Tried to warn them away from the Fae. The other realm of magic and laws more dangerous than any human made weapon. Her own years had long passed by and by now she should be older. How old, she wasn't sure she wanted to find out. Her Lord had placed a spell upon her staying her aging, but not her needs. So, she came to the mortal world for his whims and gathered her own food which she took to the Fae realm. To eat Fae food was a risk she had yet to take and she was stubborn enough to avoid at all costs. Even if it meant living off of scraps if her Lord thought her in the wrong.

Standing she wandered from the bench after gathering up her small bag of grocers that would keep. Trees soon surrounded her as she wandered deeper and further from the paths people usually took. The path became broke flagstones, overgrown with weeds and grasses. Standing before a great oak she touched the bark in reverence, a whorl on the tree rippled as her hand slid through it. Taking a step she was among the forest still and on the broken flagstone path but everything was reversed. Much like a mirror. Following the path once more she watched the birds above squawk and joust each other. Ravens, they were always playing, never fearing. It was a crime to kill them as they were favored by the Fall King. To kill a raven meant one would take it's place. Her Lord was just in his own way, if it was justice to trap one in such a form. More than once she had amused the thought of killing such a bird. Perhaps her life would be... better in it's own way. But no- the Fae Lord would know and her hope would be shattered. He was a just Lord, but this justice was not to be taken lightly.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@Natsu The Gremlin King.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@Natsu There are worse things than meeting a giant rock. Like meeting the Winter King!

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@Natsu It's good.

@Unraveller Should I be worried about you kidnapping- or kid-saving- the poor lad?

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@Natsu Oh dear... Accepted. Oh deary me!

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@Emma

When (what age?) and how do Fae go about choosing what court they are in. Or are they just born into it?

They are born into it generally. They may change their loyalties if their current Court becomes too dangerous. Much like seeking Asylum, however they must have broken with the Court legally. They swear loyalty in exchange for the protection and partnership almost with the Court. If this is broken they may flee to another court. If illegally they will most likely be enthralled with their Name.

Or is a court more of a binding term,

No it's a real Court. Throne, royal decrees and all.

Are there jobs, or professions other then court titles, or knights?

Yes, there are traders, smiths, weaves, farmers. There are other jobs that mesh with the species of the fae. Such as brownies that will clean a house, or some Fae that will mess with hair.

In the fae worlds are there towns, cities...? Are the courts reminiscent of like royal European court, a kings court taking place in a palace?

There are towns, though cities like we would think them are uncommon due to Fae living in tandem with nature. Some Fae have palaces and some don't. Falk has a complex hall, a palace in it's own right kind of.

I'm assuming cultures/traditions very from fae species to fae species?

Yup. Selkies differ in their ways from Ents, Gremlins differ from Elves. And The giant golemn that's wandering about is different in it's ways than the Tinkerbell Faries.

The whole having a power over knowing someones 'true' name? I'm assuming the name on the CS is not there 'true' name but their birth name? And that their true name is something only they know. Like in Eragon? or in the Caster Chronicles series?

No, the name you give me is the 'True Name'. Think Dresden Files. Your name consists of the letters/word and the cadence to how you speak it. Thus why it can only come from the mouth of the person it belongs to.

Does the fae realm resemble the human world (in terms of the map, and geography of earth.). Does it mirror earth? Minus the humans, tech, and so on?

It's sort of a whimsical version of that. The Fae have rearranged it to their liking over the Years.

Are their and religions? And does what fae you are define the kind of culture they follow(ed)? Like a Dijinn that is from Arabian/Islamic mythologies would dress in that kind of style. Or a Banshee from celtic myth, would be... idk?

There isn't a religon, generally. They are FAE! They are gods in their own right! (They are vain little narcissistic things.) Though culture is more about how a group thinks and what they do and how they act. Ents think themselves above the rest, The Gremlins are iron workers who follow humans more closely. Hobo-goblins that clean houses are more subservient and family oriented. It just depends on the Fae type. Very similar yet different.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@Unraveller Absolutely Lovely. And a tip? If he brings news and information- accurate, mind you- Falk (Fall King) will allow him to pass with ease.