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Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Ethra

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Ethra had bid Griffin, Haka-Mesuka, and the armored skeleton in the library farewell after their brief discussion regarding the Eaten’s being. She politely excused herself to tour the University grounds, unsure if she would end up in the cafeteria, or maybe just head back to her dorm. She said she’d see when it happened.

As she exited the library, she passed Yg’ntha, thanking her for the books, and saying she’d enjoy listening to her explain what she is. ‘Child of the Filthmonger’ she had said earlier. The name alone warranted a fair bit of interest.

Ethra made her way along the cobblestone pathways, enjoying the cool breeze flowing in between the buildings, gently shifting her feathers around. As she rounded a corner, something up ahead caught her interest. Two short figures, standing beside each other, on the side of the path. They were both completely featureless, wearing drab clothes, and they had skin that looked to be wood. It was as if they were both little trees shaped like human beings. Something… connected the two, a branch of some sort, protruding from each of their heads. At the middle of the length was a large growth, with a faint orange light emanating from within it. Three other branches stemmed from the growth, but they did not connect to more wooden beings - as if they had been severed at some point. The ends of the branches were fitted with small ornaments with an unrecognizable language written on each of them.

Memorials?

As she approached their general area, she saw that they were both holding odd string instruments, looking awfully similar to lutes. The duo flicked their hands thrice in unison, and then began to play. A fast, whimsical tune filled the air around all of them, and the performing duo quickly began to catch the attention of several passing students, including Ethra.

She was captivated by them. Not just their music, but their… everything.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Viik

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“This man, this blithering dumbass of man, he say, ‘I paid for a golem with a turret on its back, and you tell me I have to load it with my own bullets?’ I thought that would be taken care of’.”

Viik was lugging around two suitcases full of a myriad of different arcane materials. Behind him was a golem of his own creation, standing a whole head and shoulders taller than him, pulling a luggage trolley stacked to the brim with various slabs of gray rock.

“And Viik says, ‘Okay, sit down, Viik is going to learn you a thing. Viik is not ‘ammomancer’, he does not know how to make magical bullets that self-replicate. He is very certain that is impossible. What Viik DOES know, however, is that .50 caliber bullet is motherfucker, and very useful even against many creatures. And they’re not impossible to get, if you believe in yourself hard enough.’ And the man, he says- are you listening?”

Viik stopped and looked at the white cobra wrapped around his arm, Siraan. She met his blank stare with her own, giving no verbal response. As usual.

“You continue to say nothing to Viik.” He said in turn, “He is starting to believe you are not Familiar. Just some random snake that managed to find her way into Viik’s home, and inadvertently lead him on magical journey to arcane educational institution.”

Again, no response from the cobra.

“You make Viik uncomfortable.” He began scanning the immediate hallway around him. “Now… desk-clerk say Viik’s room is where?” He eyed several doors, but none of them matched the information on his slip of paper.

“Oh well. Viik will just have to keep looking. Onward, Pesco!”

And so Viik and his golem henchman continued their search for an abode.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Given Name: Viik (pronounced ‘Veek’)
Gender: Male (by origin, technically no longer applies)
Age: 31 (24 years as a human, 7 years ongoing as what he is now)
Species: Unspecified (formerly human)

Appearance:

Digital depiction by myself (again, low quality due to Imgur)

In-Depth Appearance: Viik stands at 5’10 and weighs 207.7 lbs, most of that weight coming from his enchanted stone components. Normally hidden, his fleshy white upper body contains all that’s left of his original human form, now preserved by a fetid black sludge that occasionally seeps out of the orifice located on his forehead (functioning to release pressure from gas buildup caused by the sludge).
Brief Personality: Viik is an eccentric, taking great pride and joy in his creative hobbies. His primary goals in life are to improve his craft and have it be recognized by those around him. To that end, he is a bit of an attention seeker, but (usually) knows when to practice subtlety. He enjoys setting up new milestones for himself, and appreciates being challenged by others, for the sake of show, education, and very often - payment. He places great priority on learning from mistakes in both his craft and social interactions. and thus has a tendency to make extensive organizational lists about any variety of subjects. He does not break away from his work often, but he is not entirely averse to joining in an activity with anyone who considers him a friend.

Familiar Name: Siraan
Familiar Form: Siraan takes the form of a female cobra, possessing stark white scales with small specks of black.

Additional Information: Viik is the sole survivor of a series of largely failed experiments conducted by an unknown scientist seven years ago. The experiments involved introducing modified arcane substances to human test subjects in order to produce laborers that could work in extreme, otherworldly conditions. Viik managed to survive the initial trials that gave him a myriad of resistances and immunities to various supernatural afflictions, but was deemed too physically weak to be of any practical use as a worker. Thus, Viik was discarded and left to eventually expire on his own.

However, Viik was simply too tenacious to accept this as his fate.

Viik crawled out of the muck he was thrown into and was rescued by a passing caravan, one traveling with them being an experienced golem crafter and limbsmith. Viik was gifted with a new set of limbs to replace his weak and withered ones, allowing him to stand and walk on his own. He was also taught extensively about the arts of golem crafting and limbsmithing, but unfortunately, his mentor eventually passed away due to illness. However, the mentor, to Viik’s benefit, had enlisted several favors from several individuals in order to acquire a scholarship for his protege, completed only in his dying weeks. Thus, Viik deigned to make good use of his mentor’s boon and attend Silverspell University to both improve and promote his craft.

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<sub>“Viik’s home is place known as the Forgemire, or the Living Factory to some. Many say it is horrible, filthy place - for most part, they are correct. Forgemire is one third rock, one third metal, and one third meat. Pipes filled with blood flow through the system. Soft beating of great heart can be heard when you press your ear to pipe surface. Viik tells no lie - the Forgemire is alive, and the Engineers keep it sated.”

“As Viik said, Forgemire is factory. Factory that makes many things. Golems, weapons, limbs, food, toys even. Sell products to many people of this world, and to other peoples of other worlds. Viik was rescued by Engineer and raised within the intestines of factory. He saw both good and bad of it. Factory help many, but also demand much in return. Engineers give something when they take something, or else Forgemire grows hungry. Too hungry, and… bad things happen.”

“But Viik is proud to be Engineer. He is proud to be part of workforce that keeps Forgemire in check. Viik hopes Silverspell will help him master his craft, to make best use of factory’s bounties. Not just for his sake, but for many others’ as well.”</sub>

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

@Rhiannon

Viik

Given Name: Viik (pronounced ‘Veek’)
Gender: Male (by origin, technically no longer applies)
Age: 31 (24 years as a human, 7 years ongoing as what he is now)
Species: Unspecified

Appearance:

Digital depiction by myself (again, low quality due to Imgur)

In-Depth Appearance: Viik stands at 5’10 and weighs 207.7 lbs, most of that weight coming from his enchanted stone components. Normally hidden, his fleshy white upper body contains all that’s left of his original human form, now preserved by a fetid black sludge that occasionally seeps out of the orifice located on his forehead (functioning to release pressure from gas buildup caused by the sludge).
Brief Personality: Viik is an eccentric, taking great pride and joy in his creative hobbies. His primary goals in life are to improve his craft and have it be recognized by those around him. To that end, he is a bit of an attention seeker, but (usually) knows when to practice subtlety. He enjoys setting up new milestones for himself, and appreciates being challenged by others, for the sake of show, education, and very often - payment. He places great priority on learning from mistakes in both his craft and social interactions. and thus has a tendency to make extensive organizational lists about any variety of subjects. He does not break away from his work often, but he is not entirely averse to joining in an activity with anyone who considers him a friend.

Familiar Name: Siraan
Familiar Form: Siraan takes the form of a female cobra, possessing stark white scales with small specks of black.

Additional Information: Viik is the sole survivor of a series of largely failed experiments conducted by an unknown scientist seven years ago. The experiments involved introducing modified arcane substances to human test subjects in order to produce laborers that could work in extreme, otherworldly conditions. Viik managed to survive the initial trials that gave him a myriad of resistances and immunities to various supernatural afflictions, but was deemed too physically weak to be of any practical use as a worker. Thus, Viik was discarded and left to eventually expire on his own.

However, Viik was simply too tenacious to accept this as his fate.

Viik crawled out of the muck he was thrown into and was rescued by a passing caravan, one traveling with them being an experienced golem crafter and limbsmith. Viik was gifted with a new set of limbs to replace his weak and withered ones, allowing him to stand and walk on his own. He was also taught extensively about the arts of golem crafting and limbsmithing, but unfortunately, his mentor eventually passed away due to illness. However, the mentor, to Viik’s benefit, had enlisted several favors from several individuals in order to acquire a scholarship for his protege, completed only in his dying weeks. Thus, Viik deigned to make good use of his mentor’s boon and attend Silverspell University to both improve and promote his craft.

Viik’s Thoughts

Ivy Jade Riverstone - “Viik knows magic can make better crafts. Viik must approach snowy blonde witch and request assistance. And Viik is not so sure witch will say yes.”

Varos Sulan - “Dragons difficult to work with. Often demand highly decorative crafts made of valuable materials without contributing any themselves. Viik is not made of money, damn it.”

Ashley Jens - “Lycans and shapeshifters present challenge to Viik. Want to make crafts capable of transformation compatibility. Viik believes lycan man wishes to help in this endeavor.”

Ethra - “Big-eyed owl woman interested in Viik’s crafts, but not in having any installed on her person. Viik understands this. Not everyone wants bigger, better, rockier versions of themselves.”

Haka-Mesuka - “Lycan woman does not seem to trust Viik or his craft. Viik understands this, again. Maybe she will reconsider in future.”

Katarina Elza - “Viik does not care for purple muscle-woman. Too destructive, too likely to turn Viik’s crafts into debris.”

Raven Magnus - “Magical fur-person is unpredictable, but seems agreeable enough. Viik may approach him about collaboration in future.”

Mortem - “Viik like swordy bone-man! Viik could make new body for him, stronger and better! Viik need only master the art of soul relocating first. May take some time, or a few.”

Griffin - “Viik feels for bandage man. Viik also does not recall person he used to be. Wonders if he could make anything to cheer him up. Maybe new herbal pipe or similar apparatus. Viik should ask sometime.”

Om - “Viik appreciates bulky shock-bird’s positivity, but is keen on declining hugs from him. Viik feels he is strong enough to break Viik’s limbs very easily.”

Lola Dague - “Ha! Viik dares hungry shadow woman to make food of him! Like licking oil off of leaky automobile, Viik bets.”

Leonard Brand - “Just a man. Viik can appreciate simplicity. Viik can also make man much better, for a price.”

Alex Rovan - “Viik is sure he will never die. He will just make new and better body for himself, eventually. Don’t think reaper-man appreciates that. But then again, Viik does not care.”

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

@Rhiannon In the interest of making a new character, is it at all possible for a familiar to be manually constructed? Like the soul of one, placed in a pint-sized golem or something similar?

EDIT: Nevermind, decided against it. Still rolling with the character proper though.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Ethra

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So… Griffin’s condition was the result of an ancient witch coven’s contingency plan, propagated generation after generation. As she listened to his explanation, she found herself just the slightest bit captivated by it, imagining all the scenarios in her head. But then, something towards the end… didn’t add up.

If the witches’ physical bodies were eaten… how were they able to procreate?

That was the one hangup in Griffin’s explanation. With Ethra’s spelling the question out in her head though, Irsk provided comment.

Either there’s details he left out, or more likely, he’s lying.

Why would he-

Do you wanna ask him?

She didn’t respond. She simply looked at Griffin as he averted his gaze from both the bagoyép and the - rather intrusive - lycan girl, in the process of rewrapping his bandages around his person. Ethra had a feeling that all this, Griffin talking about what he was, was making him… uncomfortable. She wondered, what reason would he have for lying, if he was? Maybe it was just the pressure from several people prodding him about it. Or maybe it was something much more… clandestine.

Then Ethra thought to herself… did she really want to be the type to pry? After all, she and Griffin had only met an hour ago. In all fairness, he had good reason to be restrictive with his own words.

Thus, Ethra ruled that now simply wasn’t the time to press. The Eaten and she were roommates - if anything, they’d build up to a point where some secrets could be divulged. But not today.

And so, after a bout of silent thought, Ethra said to Griffin, “That’s very interesting.”

With as much sincerity as she could muster.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Yep. Zalgo be praised.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

EVERYONE CONVERGE ON GRIFFIN.

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Ethra

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“I don’t mind at all.” Ethra replied to Griffin, as he planted himself in the seat next to her. She veered her eyes away from her book for a moment to say, “I apologize for leaving unannounced earlier.” All Griffin gave in reply was a lax wave of his hand, proclaiming his being fine with the act.

With the two of them there, Ethra’s thoughts wandered back to exactly what Griffin was. Irsk said he was an Eaten, but she’d never heard that term before, not even in any books from back home, or from checking the index of Creatures Created and Conceived. He was absent from all of them, which struck her as being exceedingly peculiar.

Many species in the world beyond mundanity were very, very rare, and with rarity often came a distinct lack in overall population. Bagoyép were always known to be very uncommon creatures, rarely more than two or three ever being found in one place. The only one Ethra knew personally was Kantus - everyone else back home was something else entirely, some mundane and some absolutely steeped in magic, and just a few of them fitting in with the ‘uncommon’ tier.

Ethra had a thought, though, a simple thought, that Griffin beat them all in terms of rarity. And curiosity tended to get the better of her over her usual aversion to socializing, when scholarly interests were involved.

So she decided to inquire.

“Griffin.” Ethra began, causing the Eaten to look up from his book. She continued, “Assuming it would not be too impolite of me to ask, would you tell me about… what you are?”

@Pathfinder

Silverspell University; Sandbox-ish Dorm/Apartment Life Fantasy Creature RP

Ethra

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“Creatures Created and Conceived, Vol. V.”

She laid the book on the counter.

“Memoirs of an Undead Councilor.”

She laid the book on top of the previous book.

“The Profane Duke, Behold thy Screaming Monument, and The Defiance of the Moleod Magi.”

Ethra laid three more books on top of the counter, totalling up to five. She figured she should pace herself with her reading material - once classes started, she would be focusing a lot less on personal interests. Five books for now - some fiction, some not.

Ethra watched as one of Yg’ntha’s tentacles stretched out from whatever void they were housed in, grabbing a nearby pen and writing down a record of all five books on a simple yellow notepad.

“Forgive my curiosity, but would you know if Creatures Created and Conceived includes any information on… your species?” Ethra asked.

"͢Th͏er̕e arè fe̸w̨ to͠me̶s̴ on the ̡Ch̸i҉ldr͝e͜n̨ o̡f̶ ́t͞h̴e ̨Fi̷lt͏hm͠ong̵er͠.̛"͜

“Are any of them here?”

"͡N͞o. If y͟ou ͟wish,̷ ̨we͟ ma̸y̨ s̡it a͝n͠d̨ ͜d̨i͜sc̶u̴ss it̴ s͡o̸m̸eti͡me."̧

“I think I would enjoy that. Thank you, ma’am.”

Yg’ntha nodded her head, and turned to handle a bit more paperwork as Ethra turned and left, looking for a place to sit. She found an empty table with a dozen chairs seated around it, and eased into one. She laid the books down and picked up Creatures Created and Conceived, opening it to the index. She could already see several dozen passages on species she hadn’t covered in other books. She figured she’d sit and gloss over them for an hour or two before heading back to her dorm, or maybe the cafeteria for something to eat.

All now was nice and quiet.