Name: Breock Crowley
Race: Human
Job: Breock is the son of a foreman, and is currently a farmboy working diligently with his family to make crop yields for the year. Under the table and through much secrecy, Breock also acts as a shaman to others, battling spirits and undead and undoing curses.
Background: Breocks family were some of the first frontier farmers that came to Lorenstad. The Crowley family has a reputation amongst the other menial workers in town due to their lineage and their sense of community. Every problem big and small in the community, the Crowleys are always there to help. Without them, the town wouldn't have built up defenses against the goblin horde of 273, and people would have starved had the Crowleys not stockpiled food to shared food during famines. Everyone in town knows the Crowleys, but their name is nothing to nobility.

Just like every other one of his descendants Breock was raised in the same old farmhouse, in the same old town. He spent his years as a child helping tend to crops and playing in the woods like any other child. As he grew, so did his obligations in the family. Even with 7 other siblings, there was plenty of work to share on the farm, and when there wasn't, others need help and Breock begrudgingly helped. It was as he became a teen that his obligations went from annoying to dangerous. His father revealed a secret study to him, a room filled with occult items, books on curses and magical healing, and an armory of silvered weapons and holy water. In time Breock took to his new chores as he did with all the others. He learned that people came to them for more than just to borrow a workhorse or ask for help working their fields. They came to the family with more dangerous matters as well. Spirits, demons, and other evil beings are a very real danger in Lorenstad, and the Crowleys do their best to understand and destroy these things. By the time Crowley was officially an adult, his family deemed him ready to pursue the family career after his years of study and training. He took to it with gusto. It was far more exciting than his humble farmboy life.

Home: On the outskirts of town, next to the massive fields of wheat is a humble orchard and ranch with a dilapidated two-story farmhouse. A few other structures surround the house; A shed, a barn, and most notably a large grain mill. The house opens up to an open hearth with a long wooden table. The house is messy and the old wood floor creaks and splinters so it's best to keep your shoes on. The house is modest but a few pieces of heirloom furniture and decor help liven up the place, as well as plentiful flowers and lanterns to liven up the room. There is no wall separating their small kitchen, mostly using a wood oven, or the large stew pot to cook. The upstairs is nothing but bedrooms, 2 children, to each, save for the eldest son, Quatso Crowley, who has his own room.

Hidden on the farmstead, under a hatch in the grain mill is a small room filled with shelves of books on the occult, cursed items, and other magical items. The room is uncharacteristically luxurious, covered in tapestries depicting various gods, demons, and spirits, bronze, and golden sigils are set in each corner of the room, resting on small soft pillows. There is care put into how each cursed item is contained so that it would be tedious to get to it. The room has fine carpets, incense, and herbs to make the aroma gentle, and gives off a much more poised disposition to the messy house above the ground.
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Name: Calleida (kuh-LIE-duh) Fynwynlynn

Race: Varies…

Calleida is cursed to shapeshift into a random animal twice a day – twelve noon and twelve midnight. The vast majority of the time, she becomes some mundane animal, though once a month or so she’ll spend some time as a mythical beast or a humanoid race. Her “original” race/species, if she ever had one, is unknown. It is believed she was supposed to be some form of intelligent humanoid, however, because in all her forms she is capable of humanoid activities like speaking, using tools (as her form permits), abstract thought, and humanoid emotions. In addition, she can communicate with the type of animal that matches her current form. The only thing mostly constant about Calleida’s appearance is her misty gray-green eyes, present in all animal forms except those that don’t have noticeable eyes.

Job: Calleida is trying to be more responsible now that her father is aging, though she has trouble holding down a consistent job for… reasons. By day, she’s found a few places she might be paid for temporary work. Plowing fields, dusting the insides of potion bottles, what have you. By night, she may be seen performing by the wanderers’ roads, hoping to get some tips from gullible passersby who haven’t heard her tale… or perhaps those who have.

Background: Oryxtheos Fynwynlynn, the Sensational (in his heart) Sword-Swallowing Satyr, met Calleida when she was a mere puppy in a box abandoned by the roadside. The vagabond was used to traveling alone, but he figured a dog might make a nice traveling companion – and who could resist those puppy-dog eyes? He was quite surprised when the pup soon transformed into a young rhinoceros – and a snake – and, most frightful of all, a baby satyr. Oryxtheos was no stranger to mystical adventure in his younger days, though, and he decided to take on the challenge of raising this animal. Then, months later, the creature began to babble and imitate Oryxtheos’ actions, almost like a… child? Oh no.

The two continued a wandering satyr’s life for a couple years, but Oryxtheos could no longer deny that the open roads were a poor place to raise a child, much less one that could turn into a worm at a moment’s notice. Besides, his knees were getting a little old for all this wandering and traveling and seeing the sights, anyway. The small town of Lorenstad seemed as good a place as any – not too pompous or cramped or anything – and there they settled for the next seventeen years.

Though Calleida is not his daughter by blood, she picked up several of Oryxtheos’ traits: curiosity, spunk, quick wit, love of the open country, improvisation, a free spirit, a wanderlust that has led to multiple near disasters and great campfire stories. Sometimes Calleida thinks the old man is TOO strict and overprotective. After all, he tells a lot of fantastic tales about his youth, and Calleida wishes she could have some adventures of her own – or at least some normal kid adventures. But whenever she’s bullied, or she feels left out, or the stairs are just too big to climb, Oryxtheos is always there to offer the very best support he can.

Of course the topic of breaking Calleida’s curse has come up. Twice the Fynwynlynns have scraped together most of their money for some wizard who promised a miracle cure or at least some answers, only to be scammed. The possibility will always be at the back of their minds, but at this point it’s easier and healthier not to get their hopes up. Who would Calleida be without the curse, anyway?

Home: The Fynwynlynns live in a rustic little cottage on the edge of town, next to a bit of land where Oryxtheos raises chickens and grows herbs for a living. There is also a large ramshackle shed next door so Calleida can have a half-decent roof over her head when she turns into an elephant.

Birthday: Calleida’s true birthday is unknown, but her “Found Day” is celebrated on Raina 20.

Note: Calleida's transformations will be determined by RNG based on the covers of the main-series Animorphs books. In the rare case the cover features something other than an animal, Calleida will become a similar humanoid or mythical creature. Her form at the beginning of the RP is #38: Northern harrier (a bird of prey).