Name: Ksiska Loalelem Tsaliandatraeis Traubelfel "Kite" or "Siska" (The other names are made up and carry no weight)
Age: 4 years since manifestation
Sex: Male
Species: Hallow
Personality: Due to their 'upbringing', if it could call it that, Siska strives to come off warm and welcoming, though this is occasionally overpowered by a clear awkwardness. Having stemmed from having mostly ever existed to do as The Madam told, Siska functions...poorly in the outside world he's naive to. Curious and confident, coming off adventurous though soft spoken and strangely flirtatious at times, he's trying to make the best out of the situation...and act like he knows what he's doing, along the way.
Age: 4 years since manifestation
Sex: Male
Species: Hallow
Siska stands at a lithe 6'7, pale with thick wavy shoulder-length black hair. Wholly oily black eyes, upon which ripple along the surface with tiny insect-like lenses often kept obscured by side-shielded shades. Other betraying traits include their mouth, black on the interior and filled with fangs. Horrifyingly, their chin, on inspection is little more than where two mandibles meet. Siska is almost always seen with a black and red scarf wrapped up to their nose, self conscious of such details. The soft fabric carries with it faint scents of perfumes, and he is jealously protective of it, often even sleeping in it.
While they're more accustomed to lighter, more revealing wear, as Siska is well aware of the toned physique that comes with his prior profession. For the moment, in favor of tact and remaining inconspicuous to a world falling apart, they're presently clad in a long, heavy canvas coat. Steel-toed knee-high boots lead up to the coat, affixed with shin plating. Their thighs, as they disappear into the beaten fabric, keep this trend. The design is sleek, almost bladelike as the metal comes to a wedge, the material adorned with flourishing designs. Clearly a commissioned set, at a glance, designed with care.
While they're more accustomed to lighter, more revealing wear, as Siska is well aware of the toned physique that comes with his prior profession. For the moment, in favor of tact and remaining inconspicuous to a world falling apart, they're presently clad in a long, heavy canvas coat. Steel-toed knee-high boots lead up to the coat, affixed with shin plating. Their thighs, as they disappear into the beaten fabric, keep this trend. The design is sleek, almost bladelike as the metal comes to a wedge, the material adorned with flourishing designs. Clearly a commissioned set, at a glance, designed with care.
A coalescence of want, manifested in an alleyway between a 'cheap inn' and an alehouse. The sprite typically had food, seen to as a macabre pet for the first winter and being 'kept' more or less to sort out 'individuals of ill repute' as The Madam called them.
Given a room and even what equates to food, I felt fortunate for what I now understand to be a crude sense of humor. Other humors aside, I rarely had trouble with requests and was often rewarded. That was, well, before things started going south, as they say. The Establishment had fewer customers before long. So much concern over simple names, and suddenly we find violence in the streets!
The Madam turned me away, today; that I am not allowed to return, as there is nothing left for me to do. The world is falling apart, nobody shows up, but everyone leaves. I have broken the rules for two human children, forcing my way back into The Establishment as at least walls can protect them better than the streets.
I think mail came, mostly notes depicting enlistment or evacuation. Fliers, as the kids told me, not actually mail, but one of them sounded at least more opportune than waiting to starve. It was time to leave...
Given a room and even what equates to food, I felt fortunate for what I now understand to be a crude sense of humor. Other humors aside, I rarely had trouble with requests and was often rewarded. That was, well, before things started going south, as they say. The Establishment had fewer customers before long. So much concern over simple names, and suddenly we find violence in the streets!
The Madam turned me away, today; that I am not allowed to return, as there is nothing left for me to do. The world is falling apart, nobody shows up, but everyone leaves. I have broken the rules for two human children, forcing my way back into The Establishment as at least walls can protect them better than the streets.
I think mail came, mostly notes depicting enlistment or evacuation. Fliers, as the kids told me, not actually mail, but one of them sounded at least more opportune than waiting to starve. It was time to leave...
Personality: Due to their 'upbringing', if it could call it that, Siska strives to come off warm and welcoming, though this is occasionally overpowered by a clear awkwardness. Having stemmed from having mostly ever existed to do as The Madam told, Siska functions...poorly in the outside world he's naive to. Curious and confident, coming off adventurous though soft spoken and strangely flirtatious at times, he's trying to make the best out of the situation...and act like he knows what he's doing, along the way.
Ansel and Eric
Race: Human
Age: 10 and 10
Having learned from Siska, the twins are versed in mild deception, slight of hand and...violence.
Race: Human
Age: 10 and 10
Having learned from Siska, the twins are versed in mild deception, slight of hand and...violence.
