Life was pretty good for you. Classes were going great, you had a scholarship lined up, mom and dad just got you a new car, and hey, that person you'd been crushing on in your physics class was finally returning your attention. The stars were lining up!
Then things got bad. And weird.
Maybe you were on the way to a party with your friends when something grabbed you from behind, quick and quiet, and for whatever reason your buddies just kept walking as you screamed and were dragged into the brush.
Maybe you were one the way out of work when your new car refused to start, and the shadows closed in all around you like the bars of a cage.
Maybe you came home from school to find your mother and father frozen at the table, their breakfasts from that morning just the way you left them, and an odd, androgynous creature in medieval armor sitting on your sofa, a cold and cruel smile on its face as it hypnotically offers you a bite of a purple apple. And how could you resist that charming voice...
It has been five years since you found yourself a captive of the Fair Folk, a thrall of the Spring Queen. The Bright Lady was a force both beautiful and terrible to behold. With one breath she praises all beauty and passionate love. With another, she took glee in torturing that which she found ugly, brutish, or dull. The warriors of her court were laughed at by others as glorified acrobats by the Summer Folk and her tortures were sneered at by the sadistic Winter Court. The Bright Lady does not take kindly to such gossip.
While not a true Fae, your time and experience has left you changed in ways that had never been dreamt of by the most fantastic minds on Earth.
You cannot tell a lie, but you have learned to lie by omission with the skill of a lawyer.
Plants and stones might respond to your beck and call.
Your voice has all the power of a siren's song over mortals.
Metal irritates you, but as a human born, it is not lethal to you.
Perhaps most importantly, your feasts are nourished by the emotions of mortals. Passionate fruits, chilled love roots, goblin-berries grown from hate- and a thousand other delights made not with water and soil, but emotion.
With your transformation into a Fey servant complete, you find yourself the Thrall of a new minor Court in the city of Los Angeles: The Court of Spring Eternal, based out of a club of the same name. The Spring Queen wishes to expand her realm's power, and you will be the vanguard of her glorious coming to this city of steel and stone, competing with the Summer Warriors and the Autumn Tricksters.
Your mandate from the Spring Queen is simple: Create an atmosphere of joy and love unbound by all the mortals who enter the hall. Feast on the lust that will never be fulfilled. Feed the dreams that cannot be attained. And do not let ANYTHING interfere with the Queen's plans- not the plots of rival courts, or Fey hunting humans, or even your old family's search for you- for the Queen's wrath is terrible and she does not brook failure...
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Spring Eternal is a roleplay in the vein of Changeling: The Lost and Ironsides by Holly Black. Your character was taken by the fair folk to live in their realm, either kidnapped or bargained for with your family, and the time in Fairy has changed you.
Once a football jock, now you find yourself a bouncer at the club and a Knight of the Court beneath your glamour.
Once in the choir, now a stage singer and a Siren of the fair folk, feeding the crowds with your songs and enchanting your enemies.
Once a Chemistry major, now a bartender and potion brewer, loosening brewing dreams and destinies for the mortals you serve, their emotions granting more power to the Spring Queen.
A CS will follow in roughly 24 hours if people are interested.
Then things got bad. And weird.
Maybe you were on the way to a party with your friends when something grabbed you from behind, quick and quiet, and for whatever reason your buddies just kept walking as you screamed and were dragged into the brush.
Maybe you were one the way out of work when your new car refused to start, and the shadows closed in all around you like the bars of a cage.
Maybe you came home from school to find your mother and father frozen at the table, their breakfasts from that morning just the way you left them, and an odd, androgynous creature in medieval armor sitting on your sofa, a cold and cruel smile on its face as it hypnotically offers you a bite of a purple apple. And how could you resist that charming voice...
It has been five years since you found yourself a captive of the Fair Folk, a thrall of the Spring Queen. The Bright Lady was a force both beautiful and terrible to behold. With one breath she praises all beauty and passionate love. With another, she took glee in torturing that which she found ugly, brutish, or dull. The warriors of her court were laughed at by others as glorified acrobats by the Summer Folk and her tortures were sneered at by the sadistic Winter Court. The Bright Lady does not take kindly to such gossip.
While not a true Fae, your time and experience has left you changed in ways that had never been dreamt of by the most fantastic minds on Earth.
You cannot tell a lie, but you have learned to lie by omission with the skill of a lawyer.
Plants and stones might respond to your beck and call.
Your voice has all the power of a siren's song over mortals.
Metal irritates you, but as a human born, it is not lethal to you.
Perhaps most importantly, your feasts are nourished by the emotions of mortals. Passionate fruits, chilled love roots, goblin-berries grown from hate- and a thousand other delights made not with water and soil, but emotion.
With your transformation into a Fey servant complete, you find yourself the Thrall of a new minor Court in the city of Los Angeles: The Court of Spring Eternal, based out of a club of the same name. The Spring Queen wishes to expand her realm's power, and you will be the vanguard of her glorious coming to this city of steel and stone, competing with the Summer Warriors and the Autumn Tricksters.
Your mandate from the Spring Queen is simple: Create an atmosphere of joy and love unbound by all the mortals who enter the hall. Feast on the lust that will never be fulfilled. Feed the dreams that cannot be attained. And do not let ANYTHING interfere with the Queen's plans- not the plots of rival courts, or Fey hunting humans, or even your old family's search for you- for the Queen's wrath is terrible and she does not brook failure...
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Spring Eternal is a roleplay in the vein of Changeling: The Lost and Ironsides by Holly Black. Your character was taken by the fair folk to live in their realm, either kidnapped or bargained for with your family, and the time in Fairy has changed you.
Once a football jock, now you find yourself a bouncer at the club and a Knight of the Court beneath your glamour.
Once in the choir, now a stage singer and a Siren of the fair folk, feeding the crowds with your songs and enchanting your enemies.
Once a Chemistry major, now a bartender and potion brewer, loosening brewing dreams and destinies for the mortals you serve, their emotions granting more power to the Spring Queen.
A CS will follow in roughly 24 hours if people are interested.
