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SweetCinderella
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Seen
9 yrs ago
Appearance:
Demonic Appearance:
Note:Some things, or in this case some appearance, are better left unknown
Age:
Unknown
Gender:
Male
Species:
Demon
Pure Demon:
Most Used Power:
As the ‘Wish Master’ it can be rather difficult to determine his main power; though clearly Mr. Seil has managed to master all four elements as well as the fifth (the shadow). It’s not often one sees him use magic/powers directly – rather he uses it in a very inconspicuous manner.
Significant/Special Belongings:
A slick black cane topped with a giant ruby
His Delicate Wife – Rosalina
Personality:
Mr Seil, most times, retains an extraordinarily magnetic charm or appeal – defining him as exceptionally charismatic is an understatement. His ability to provoke loyalty in his subordinates through his charm and influence parallels to none. A craft manipulator he influences the behaviour and thoughts of others for his own benefit; to control being a major reason. People become tools that are acquired, used, and cast aside. Mr. Seil is explicitly mindful and awake of his manipulation skills. Pragmatic, logical and free of agitation his mind is and thus succeeding comes naturally and can tackle numerous dilemmas without the interference of emotions; being more inclined to internal thought than external expression. A perfectionist he tolerates nothing below formality and excellence in his presence and consequently generally has unrealistic expectations of others and himself. He will also discipline without compromise if he sees fit. Arrogant in his gifted abilities there exists and air of mystery that surrounds one Mr. Seil and people tend to gravitate towards him.
Note: though his temper is well controlled it is not something one wishes to witness. Cruel, malicious and evil take a new form in Mr. Seil.
Biography:
Dubbed the ‘Wish Master’ at an early age, Mr. Reficul Seil’s origins or beginnings are obscure and mysterious, known only to him, those of towering rank and those he cherry-picks. Thus his age can only be presumed. A sophisticated and educated demon of stringent demeanor he’s rather difficult to impress. Fret not he does about taking affairs into his own hands.
How he managed to gain permission to manage such a carnival is beyond anyone. He’s main goal in life is to collect souls, however for reasons unknown. Is he collecting them for someone else? Is he in debt? Is Mr. Seil simply a soul collector? These things all add to the mystery that is Reficul Seil. [/i]
Appearance:
Age:
26 (Angel years)
Gender:
Female
Species:
Angel
Level of Contamination:
Low – Close to none
Level of Glow:
Grand
Ability to Blend:
Difficulty concealing - Mr. Seil usually conceals it for her
Most Used Power:
Rosalina Bell outshines in the elements of air and water; this therefore draws her closer to the power of light. She shines by means of curative charms; healing powers.
Significant/Special Belongings:
The two diamond wedding rings that she possesses (one from her former husband and one from Mr. Seil; however she is only permitted to wear the latters)
Weapon of choice:
If any dares attempt tussle, one answers to Mr. Seil
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
Too long…
Personality:
Due to Rosalina Bell’s pure and untainted temperament, she exists as sickly sweet. Her delicate, high voice doesn’t vocalize unless necessary. She ascertains that she is a female, the frail gender, and that her position in being is submission to a male in which case he will offer protection. She displays excessive fondness or tenderness through action and deed; she is highly affectionate and she has come to be quite motherly to a lot of those in debt. She has a knack of making those around her feel special and valued. She is marked by unaffected simplicity; a little bit naïve – making her easy to like and protect.
Although Rosalina does not deem everyone to be of equal value she does not act in a way that is demeaning, even when she is being belittled. When engaging in a hostile encounter, Rosalina, akin to a true angel, will attempt to bring accordance before battle. Her affiliation with others is gracious and welcoming – and should one be in need of assistance, be it physical, emotion or mental she is more than willing to provide (that also applies to the collection of souls, she is more than willing to act as an advocate). Due to the blood that flows through her veins she can at times appear to be very difficult to connect with, following her train of thought is easier said than done.
Biography:
Born into aristocracy Rosalina glistens with purity. Since she was infantile Rosalina was edified in the ways of primeval and rather chauvinist behaviour and ideologies. She has been educated in the original traditions of the angels, predominantly due to her father being an adjudicator of the high court. Rosalina’s chauvinist behaviour is also profoundly influenced due to the lack of her mother who was exiled for heresy by her own husband. High Judge Romiel, Rosalina’s father, was obligated to banish his wife due to her immersed involvement in one of the holy wars. High Judge Romiel forbid even the slightest chance that Rosalina would trail her mother’s footprints and thus as soon as he banished his wife he set about educating his daughter as traditionally as possible.
Upon her commencement of becoming a woman she, like all, fell in love and found a life of bliss. Happily married with her adored husband, she birthed two children, twins. However a dark shadow was cast over her life the moment Mr. Seils carnival decided to make an appearance in Azure, the magical realm.
Without second thought, Rosalina thought she would take her twin children to see the fabulous carnival, unknowing it would start a course of events to alter her perfect life. Obsessed and fixated with the delicate being his eyes laid upon, Mr Seil vowed to own her. Thus soon after a visit to the carnival the events started. First was the death of her husband; mysterious and sudden. Second was the illness of her children. The sneakiness that Mr. Seil sustains, came into play when he made a extemporaneous appearance and offered her the health and long, safe life of her twin children if she sold herself, mind, body and soul to him and became his wife.
Andracos Soleviel
Appearance:
Demonic Appearance:
(Still evolving)
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Species:
Half Demon & Half Siren
Most Used Power (Demonic and Siren):
Andracos, having been born of a demon and siren, sustains the ability to manipulate both the elements and a deadly attraction power. Since his main source of power stems from the poison that flows in his blood, he has learnt some elemental poison magic stemming from earth and water. The advantages of grasping these two elements have allowed this demon/siren to manipulate his true power of poison to perilous degrees. He sustains the ability to turn water to a death drink without any hint of alteration. The talent of complete paralysis with a single bite. A single scratch of his nail allows for injection. Andracos can be seen wearing gloves at all times, only taking them off when wishing to poison another with his claws. He seems to surprise vastly with his venomous abilities. In regards to his attraction powers he is able to release a love hormone similar to oxytocin which provokes feelings of euphoria and to manipulate it as he sees fit.
Significant/Special Belongings:
Himself
Fighting Skills/Techniques:
“The flow of blood gushing like a stream out of wounds is ever such a dainty sight” Andracos
Theatrical combat; a multi-disciplinary performance art that combines brawling with elements of fencing, martial arts, dance, music and melodramatic movement to allow the fracas to appear rehearsed and choreographed.
Weapon of Choice:
His cane and generally anything he can get his hands on
Job Title & Description:
Snake Charmer
Advertiser/Attractor of various stalls
Magician
Anything he feels like on the day
Number of Souls You Have to Collect:
800 000 (Original contract)
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:
100
What Was Your Wish?
To produce /unleash his demonic side & form (Original contract)
How Many Souls Have You Collected?
800 000 + (bound to be all)
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
250 years
How the Collection of Souls has affected your character (negatively or positively):
“Distress or anguish thy for merely collecting souls? I think not.”
Rather pleased with himself that he does so very well – no other mental or emotion stress.
Personality:
"If thou dost lack in desire, thy simply ought to harvest it from the foliage and if thy so desire ‘Pretty Polly’ thou has thy way with she.”
Charming and very charismatic, Andracos can have any girl swoon over him. Charming, engaging, theatrical Andracos is very much a lady’s man. Unfortunately it is not good thing should he take an interest in one. Beaten, raped and murdered is generally how a girl will be found when Andracos takes an interest in them. Nevertheless he’s quite the romantic, and is seeking the perfect female – one he doesn’t deem a dirty whore worthy of being raped. The sick thing is that majority of females attempt to be that girl. Despite being a rapist and murderer, Andracos has a strangely innocent, schoolboy-like charm. Andracos perpetrates gruesome acts of violence for no better reason, it seems, than that he likes to. Andracos himself doesn’t have a better explanation for his actions. Simply taking pleasure in being evil the way other people take pleasure in being good. He explains that he enjoys seeing blood flow and calls it “beautiful” or “lovely. He enjoys the power he has over people, even his fellow hoodlums. Though at times he feels sad and low, he doesn’t appear to feel any empathy with his victims. The violent life is just a feel-good game to him.
Biography:
His sexy siren mother was viciously raped by a sinister demon and from the moment he was conceived, Andracos’ mother feared him. Thus he was orphaned at a young age by his mother, Andracos grew up on the rough streets of the underworld. Being forced to learn survival at such a young age results with him being true fighter; street smart.
Andracos was 6 years old when he found himself without a mother and without a home. He has never remembered what horrible deed he committed in order to scare his mother so much that she abandoned him. Soon after his initiation into the streets he found himself imprisoned by a group of adrift vampires. He had multiple uses to them through the years of imprisonment – a blood source, a sexual toy, a slave, a haggling tool. Whatever ‘evil’ had scared his mother was, for that time, suppressed. He saw and experienced a side of the underworld that not many do. It was when he was 10 years of age that the suppressed evil that lurked inside him erupted and he slaughtered each of his imprisoners. Peacekeepers rushed to the ghastly scene and believed not the words that Andracos spoke about being their prisoner – the reasoning why, to this very day, that he despises Peacekeepers. It is hard to decipher whether or not his psychological state is due to his bloodline, his abandonment, his imprisonment or all three.
He found himself constantly fleeing - he found himself very lonesome and yearned not to be.
For over 10 years Andracos has been a powerful leader of the unwanted - developing a rather hefty criminal gang of similar delinquents whilst on the streets, ‘The Valach’. There is not a soul in the underworld who knows not of this criminal gang. However greed got the better of Andracos and upon hearing of the Wish Master, Andracos sort him out in order to gain more power and skills, wishing to manipulate more of his demonic nature with ease.
He currently finds himself, never fully aware of just how many years or souls he has left to collect due to the fact that Mr. Seil does favour him so and is quick to alter the contract in order to make him stay longer. He is sure that he has collect promised number of souls.
A word of advice, don’t attempt to fight against him, you’ll lose.
Played by SweetCinderella
♥♥♥ = love || ♥♥ = infatuation || ♥ = depredation/desires to viciously hunt||☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral
Mr. Reficul Seil ~ Depends on the day ☺ or ☠ ~
Question my judgments on the grandiose Ring Master of this ostentatious cirque? Well if the duty be de rigueur. Imposing and pompous he stands tall… Tall, tall, tall as a lamppost and as lean. Sovereignty, power and authority do light his path; every step he should take it surely does follow.I promote all our convene with thou; esprit de corps! In possession of esteemed traits he is. Unaltered reverence I do have for the Wish Master. Broadcast others do that shine my eyeballs a garish green for him; envious or jealous. And to them I proclaim without affront, “Absolutely right, right you are! Accurate, it is true!”
For you see, dearest droogs, freedom is not what thy years for. Liberty is longer not desired.
Supersede I now crave. Take I will, all that is his.
Replacement, yes?
The unyielding power!
The prevailing authority!
Command of such a spectacle
Riposte to none and no.
Least thy disremember, the angel that shall cometh with.
Freedom for doll? Oh no, no – never!
She too will be mine.
Grand, Grand, Grand it will be!
And it will happen.
His slayer will be I
I merely ought to apply time.
Rosaline Bell Seil ~ ♥♥♥ ~
Rosalina? My Princess, you ask of? Welly, well - fairly flabbergasted I stood - a tranced statue I was upon our first encounter. Upright twas I, dumbfounded beyond all measure. Outlandish I must’ve seemed. What be erroneous with thou, surely she considered? Never, not once, had my eyes lain upon something so perfect and untainted. And do believe me when thy pronounces that, for voluminous amounts of ‘pretty polly’s’ have I mulled over. Not a single fault exists within her. She exists as incorruptible, even though residing in such an abode. Flawless she survives. Sees all she does through her inner world of observations. The greatest advocate any can have within dwell here. And do, I do, indorse that notion to all, so do take note! One’s utmost supporter she will be.
I want it! I yearn for it! I desire it to be mine! And it will – oh undoubtedly mine it will be. And love, love, love – at long last true love will be mine!
Andracos Soleviel ~ ♥♥♥ ~
Thou requests opinion on self? My, my, my, park yourself down thy comrade and allow uncle Andracos to verbalize. In all candour, I have such reasons to be conceited; why there exists not single fad that I fault in performance. My mental, physical and emotional powers exceeds that of all beings – being humble and self-effacing is far too much effort when one stands as impressive and brilliant as I. The raison d'être why I unremittingly feign a bogus diadem upon my cranium. Magnificent is my mere existence and it would be wise for you to dote upon it. Enigmatic and alluring beyond all others for charisma flows through my veins and is a part of me forever and always. Detestation and revulsion follows me every step thy takes; nevertheless as does devotion; with my own bunch of delinquents; the Valach whom do as I say. Familiarity encircles my given name; I am known by all.
Thy dost what thy dost and thy do dost it glowing.
Should one suffer from a daydream of defeating thy; it best to awake and apologise to thy
Pachid Coyotas ~ ☺ ~
The spiritless character that stands as my superlative comrade? Towering levels of respect and value for him I have – in spite of the dejectedness of his character. Focused completely internally is Pachid’s primary mode of living – the opposed to thyself. Stimulate and kindle my appeal to him it does. My voice of reason – act he does as thy conscience. Believe many do that I, Andracos, not have a conscience, but oh, actually I do, I do – though rarely listen I do to my guide. Does not he, play my games with me. Never, not ever. Though it flows all the way through his breed from head to toe, exist not it does in his veins; violence that is. His birth-right it is, as a prowler of the night, but still does not subsist within him. Allurement it is for me, my opposite.
I shall defend his honour with every fibre of my being.
Ty ~ ♥♥~
Arh, she whom is made of air, Miss Air? With illuminating eyes and the contrast of hair? Black and Blue! I desire to knowth exactly how laughter burst from her. I yearn to knowth what composes tears to swell in her blue, blue eyes. Give, give, give I will and do. A charming smile to ease her distress. Her knight in glistening armour will be I. My physic of tight muscle will waver she, my skin of colour ivory and mouth so alluring, curse me she will for it. Hair as sleek as the night itself and eyes a venomous yellow she will see not. And the time will cometh when braid our cells together do, like living thread. Heart of hers will crack open, craving to migrate and merge with mine – it will, it will. It always does, whenever I will it. But then a twist in fate, for I am the evil one; the antagonist to her tale that is life. Stare I will, ever so darkly, so avidly that nod will be her only movement. And after, a never-ending sleep will be her only wish. And never she will remove the thoughts, the whispers will coo in her mind and she will hear it in the breeze.
She shall question - did he rape my head too?
This ones, deserving beyond the regular pursuit, beyond the regular hunting – a game it is for me to woo and then destroy.
Crow ~ ☺ ~
Request attitude on She-wolf? Well firstly, knowth better do I than to hunt a hunter. Desire not I, she and nor she, I. Easier it makes it to befriend and indeed a friend she stands. She, like Pachid, has a very rich inner world which is by no means obvious to observers. Exceedingly aware of her core mental state she endeavours ever so constant to remain in a neutral state; abnormal tis for her species. Stress never Crow does about needless burdens – value do I that feature. To thy, strike a chord she does as a flower-child, though vastly darker. Association that with all species, great and tiny, twas only through she that unawakened does ones soul remain 'til one has loved an animal, I did absorb. Connected she and I did, during our undertakings assigned to us by Mr. Seil – the nightly raids and ravage of towns. The mass slaughter of all whom Mr. Seil enemies.
Fanciful she and I work.
Arina Lécuyer ~ ☺ ~
Thou little gypsy lamb? Our first encounter ‘twas not at the carnival. Oh, no, no, no. At that time, in the past, survive she did, as a fortune teller in her cart, travelling around and around. Know now I do that she sees not the crystal – dead, dead, dead she would be if her life depended on reading an accurate fortune. Anyhow, Attempted hoodwink upon me – faulty fortune. I saw, sharp eyes, observed the scam. Conversely the little gypsy slipped through my venomous hands before a lecture and more could be given. Her sagacity allows for her to detect dangerousness and gravity; mine in particular. Latch she does to things stronger than she, educated I am, through the carnival. Hoodwink upon Mr. Seil twice, I do believe – catch he will the next time round. Her time has drawn to an end twice with not enough souls. Though, here she stays – relish it I deem she. Like many, a home she has here and a family, accepting of her ways. On and off I find my approval of she. Though, a hand of mine shall never befall her.
An amusement Arina is to me, without the need to slay or lay her down.
Soren Novák ~ ☠ ~
Pft, the self-regarding one with never-ending pride?Such an improper one. Though his self-importance may fetch him trouble. I advise not in sharing his dogma with me; I care not. I fret not over the little greedy demon, he is of no bother. Nauseating to my core, at times he does make me – believing himself more charismatic than I. Yes, yes factual it is that few have befallen his smile, but roll my eyes do, for I too wooed the same. Swaggering, halt he never will until he has what he desire. But even he know not. “Desire it all!” he proclaims. A waist of existence, my belief, is of he. Greed, hunger and self-indulgence will be his undoing. He knows not, why still residing at the carnival he is – another flaw of his persona.
In fact I do believe I look forward to our next encounter – we’ll see what he hurls in my direction.
Reira Masin ~ ♥ ~
A week less, she has been at the carnival. Little, naive human. Wonder I do, if aware she is of what she is in for here. Noble, I admit, unlike the vast array of others, her motive for being here is. But enough of that, care not I do for the girl. Mortals are too cherished by I to toy with. Oh, ever so easy and stress-free it is to mislead them. To delude them and fabricate kindness – never does one observe the serpent that is right under their nose. And when they ever do, time has betrayed and too late it is for them to act against. Save her, I believe I will set aside she, for that moment in time future when in need I am of a swift and informal target to amuse me. Though slay her I will not. Alive, alive, alive I will keep this one, for have I will, an endless supply of an easy victim.
Ponder and deliberate for Andracos’ future needs I do – for deprivation shall not become of me.
Celleci ~ ◑ ~
The forever lost one? Pitiful to me, her sight is. Senseless little angel – others proclaim that rise, rise, rise she did far beyond her female restrictions and margins. Find that I do, ever so distasteful. Dishonourable, shameful to her race and to herself she exists. I rather like females beneath me, figuratively and quite literally. Discernibly, in denial she is, without a shred of doubt – untainted she credits herself. When veracity and truth state otherwise, you pitiful thing, for you are a disgrace and polluted. Do inform me, a female angel, what is she when deprived of pureness? Even if vanished the tiniest of bits. Worthless and insignificant tis be the answer. Chagrined and abashed she ought to be.
Wheneth the time rises and this lost one, this impure one, endeavors to go above and beyond true purity of my true love, shall I will, without hesitation guillotine her and bath, immersion and soak shall the true angel in her red,red blood. Heart eaten by me, she will find.
Calista Luinaree ~ ◑ ~
Over-suspicious witch? Express amusement I do at she, laugh, laugh, laugh. Knowledge she craves, oh contradictory of her character. For how, how can one absorb all knowledge and gen when desperately suspicious and wary one is of all thing, great and least. Her undoing it will be, her desire of knowledge blended with her distrust. It renders her incapable of exploring each and every avenue and possibility. A miserable and wretched blue life is that to thy. Fathom do I, fear and dread – suffered thy own in the deep, dark past, have I. Conversely, it ought to compose courage, strength and valour, like I, not the reverse, feebleness and instability, like she. Wish, she should have, to overcome her paranoia, for she will never truly live until she does so.
My words to she, is this – darling paranoid, white, magician it is as bad and horrible as it appears and out to get you they all are.
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ ♥ ◑ ♥ …? ~
The fire-breathing faerie… sigh, sigh, sigh. Essential you inquire of thou? … If answer is duty then.
Conflicted, is thy. Disharmonized in my mind’s eye. Why, questions thou? Why?... Well if inquisitiveness befalls you, so be it – be stunned and dazed not over its dark manner, for it ‘twas you whom asked the question and commanded an answer. Happen to be faeries do, as Andracos favourite and dearest species to play and make toy with. The greatest they are to hunt. The utmost pleasing they are to violate and abuse. And the absolute satisfying they are to slay and murder. Conflicted tis I, do I desire to perform all three acts on she, little red-haired pixie? But then again, a child is she. Surely not, older than I she is. Nevertheless frolic with voiceless dollies does she. Thus only a little child… In the beginning, drawn my line was and inflexible ‘twas it to bring harm to younglings. Until now, shifting tis it, fading the line is.
The question that haunts me presently with she, little firefly, just how dark is Andracos Soleviel?
Vol ~ ◑ ~
Dispassionate, unsympathetic, obscure and ever so self-regarding - mannerisms in which I do not only relish but be in possession of. However demon blood flows not through his veins thus makes me dreary to me for he is parallel to all other sirens. And oh how every lacklustre they all are. Ever so proud of my demon croovy. Perhaps one day, comrades we shall become – although I do believe his heart would have to darken for that to be so. Oh my, how we could hunt together for a partner in my crimes I yearn for at times, not all the time, but on the odd occasion. Amusing it would be. Glad I stand, for he never steps on the tracks in which a run and own. And nor I his. A reciprocate, yet silent agreement surely does exist between us. Though roll my eyes do, at his demeanour, try his hardest to grand himself - it will never befall him.
Always others shall be above him and his charm. And yes I am one of them.
Eikki Dreadlight ~ ◑ ~
The merman whom dwells only in his humble abode? Not much have I to truly voice for he is of the lonesome nature. Lost is he, I do believe, without a past. Tut, tut, such a pity to befall amnesia – though elucidate it does, nice and sparkling clear, his nonexistence of strength of will and mind. For only the feeble and weak minded can lose such a thing. Dost naught to seek out companionship or rapport this manfish does, and nor do I pursue his. Merfolk have faith in their own desirability but alas they shall never compare to that of a siren. His mere existence though does naught even exist to me – therefore I surely do have lack thereof to voice. A mere another soul for the taking by that of the Wish Master.
Nalia Armstrong ~ ◑ ~
Appy Polly Loggies, for I am unable to provide an accurate comment due to my lack of alliance with said individual
Nathan Armstrong ~ ◑ ~
Another whom be recently recruited – my, my keep his roster overflowing the Wish Master does yes? Again I pardon myself for I know not this droog either.
Imalia ~ ◑ ~
Arh – the outdated one of my kind. Yes, exist as beautiful I admit openly however her beauty be only skin deep for it does not reach her soul. Factual she is to her class; a perfect description. There be naught unique about her for all that is to be acknowledged can be read in any accurate book. Cousins our breeds exist, resulting in immunity from allurement. Candidly nil of a curiosity has, I, Andracos in any breed that does run parallel to my own – sirens. A thought struck my mind like lightening – perhaps Mr. Seil be a collector of sorts. Endeavouring to have contracted any and all species. Put past him such a thing I would not. Doubt highly do I that this siren of the sea shall full-fill her contract resulting in permanent ownership by the Wish Master.
Jing Lao ~ ◑ ~
Haha, the china man whom be oddly feminine? Exceptionally well mannered and I do prize that in such individuals. However, feel do I, Andracos, that this china man knows nothing behind tranquility. And a pity it would be should one not feel the heat of true anger, to not embrace the touch of a lover and to not know the blues of sadness. An incomplete life that would be and feel I do, that be his life. Waste be that of a life. Pity really. Though title him with the adjective of ‘pretty’ which be few and far between. When doest thy eyes graze over such one subdue the itch and craving to strangle him. I know not the seed of such urge. The sound that snapping the neck off little man would please grandly I. Notion seed perhaps that of mere dislike. Unknown be it to thy otherwise.
Aside from said notion I have little to voice about little china man.
Angoriel ~ ☠ ~
That one? That Tartarus Angel… Oh how long do I to see his red, red croovy flow like a dainty stream along the earth. His presence wraths me. Agitation by his mere name. Go back to your station Tartarus! Fly, fly in return to Urbaniel, whereth you belong – Tartarus slave. That all be he and his kind – slave. ‘Oh wo is thy for here only to wish freedom for my brothers and sisters.’ Make better use of the mutt thy believe our grand Wish Master should – guard, slave – whatever our hearts desire. 56 measly years he be here at our home and still in contract. But oh how great and grand he deems his abilities. Slay already and collect said number of souls and remove yourself from thy family for not wanted be you.
Why dost magnificent Andracos loath him so? Simple – because I can.
Pachid Coyotas
Appearance:
Age:
24 for 263 years
Gender:
Male
Species:
Vampire
Born Vampire
Control Over Thirst:
Thirst? Craving? I’ve yet to have a slip up since I was infantile.
Significant/Special Belongings:
To place significants behind an inanimate object requires far too much labour.
Fighting Skills/Techniques:
Despite Pachid’s great advantage as a vampire, he simply does not retain the effort that is required to physically brawl. Permitting another to step in front and brawl on behalf of himself is highly regarded and if individuals allow not for such a thing, the chances that he’ll simply exit the scene without a second thought is lofty. Slothful he stands.
Nevertheless there have been and will be times in which Andracos either attracts or instigates a brawl that compels Pachid to enrol. Upon these times bringing themselves into existence one ascertains that Pachid is an exceedingly strategic fighter; scrutinizing how effortlessly and promptly an opponent can be defeated. Using his sharp eyes to observe any Achilles' heel, emotional distress and/or lack of focus Pachid will take advantage of any faults he observes. Tactical and ingenious in terms of fighting.
Weapon of Choice:
His vampiric abilities.
Job Title & Description:
The Dunkim’ (sits in the chair whilst others attempt to hit the target for him to fall into the water)
Number of Souls You Have to Collect:
1 000 000
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:
400 years
What Was Your Wish?
To no longer be in need of frequent feeding - tone down the thirst because hunting often is far to troublesome
How Many Souls Have You Collected?
600 000
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
250 years
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
“To place significants behind collecting, specifically after willing going into dealership with Mr Seil is one contradictory and two requires far too much labour.”
Personality:
Reserved in demeanour Pachid has always been the most reasonable amongst the Andracos entourage. Within the group he is the least violent, and when other members fight he does not involve himself; more out of pure lethargy. Intelligent however far too slothful to make use of such a thing Pachid suffers from weariness far beyond the normal vampire. Lazy and unenthusiastic man who apparently spends much of his time asleep and no one, except Andracos, appears to try and stop him from doing so. Despite being a top ranking vampire Pachid would rather opt to slumber on a cloud over a physical activity, and if given the chance, he would sleep for the rest of eternity. Not particularly interested in the happenings around him, however surprisingly observant and a capable analyst. In comparison to the typical parasite of the night, he is not inherently violent or overly arrogant. He can be serious on occasion, although his personality does not change much; he comes off as reluctant, but nonetheless willing to complete the task at hand.
Biography:
A street rat living on the homeless Pachid knows not what his true name is and who is family are. Upon seeing Andracos as a source of food, Pachid attempted to feed off him. Predictably Andracos came out victorious however due to the decent fight the vampire had given him Andracos offered him a home, a name and a way of life. Extremely loyal, Pachid learnt more survival skills and due to the training of Andracos his skills excel far beyond; if only he made use of them – something Andracos continually makes sense not of.
Pachid was forced by Andracos to travel alongside him in his search of the Wish Master and upon discovering him again was forced by Andracos to go into contract with Mr. Seil. Pachid’s loyalty to Andracos convinced him enough and the deal was made.
Played by SweetCinderella
♥ = romantic||☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral
Mr. Reficul Seil ~ ☺~
I quite like the man. He’s a great guy and frankly he’s dam good at his job. Ruthless, cunning, friendly, sarcastic, observant, intelligent, and a good sales man. I respect him a great deal and he deserves every ounce he gets. Enough said
Rosaline Bell Seil ~☺ ~
Arh Rosalina, she so cute and definitely not as naive as she pretends to be. Kind, sweet, beautiful beyond any angel I’ve ever met and known – she probably outshines them all. You don’t come across many females angels like that these days, least not that traditional. Though the fact that every corner she takes leads her into danger would get so tiresome, I don’t how Mr. Seil manages to continuously keep her safe. Though I don’t blame him for doing what he did, I mean, I’d do it to if I had the power.
Andracos Soleviel ~ ☺ ~
You know, it’s harder than you think to find someone who truly believes in your unmistakable, unconditional awesomeness. Well I did. Without doubt he’s downright and utterly insane and psychotic, sick and twisted, the guys a complete nutter. Poor guy didn’t even have a chance to be stable. His theatrics can get tiresome but usually amusing. I can count on the guy for anything. He’s taken the fall for my actions a few times, but I won’t get into that. You know that quote, sigh, how does it go… ‘a good friend will bail you out of jail but a best friend will be sitting next to you saying, ‘dam, that was fun.’’ Well, that’s Andracos.
Pachid Coyotas ~ ☺ ~
Eh. There are things I dislike about myself and things I like. I’m content with my flaws and my attributes. I’m not the gloating type so I’ll leave it there.
Ty ~ ☺ ~
I like her, cause she’s as cool as a cucumber. Calm and patient. My mind will never fully register just how she is made of air, but that’s Azure for you. If I wasn’t so lazy I’d go out of my way to actually spend time with the girl, but I’m not going to lie, I’m too lazy.
Crow ~ ◑ ~
Oh woof, woof. Pretty sure she hates cause she’s racist. I don’t mind her but she does smell funky especially when she shifts. She’s just another puppet of Mr. Seil’s really. I’d talk to her, even befriend her, but like I said, she’s true to her species wars, she hates me. And that okay.
Arina Lécuyer ~ ☺ ~
I’m not even going to bother with this one.
Soren Novák ~ ◑ ~
He’s a dick and a twat, that is all.
Reira Masin ~ ◑ ~
Who? Oh, the new human? Eh…
Celleci ~◑ ~
She’s a bit much. Very different to Rosalina, not quite as reserved. The righteousness is a little much for me. I don’t think she likes me either, but that’s probably because I’m friends with the nutter Andracos. Hey he’ more amusing than she thus I’d rather befriend the nutter than the virtuous one. All I can say is that she is a little much… contradictory I know considering whom I hang with.
Calista Luinaree ~ ◑ ~
I feel sorry for this one. She’s so paranoid. It’s funny, but it’s sad. I’d go insane being that suspicious. I’m sure she’s a nice girl but come on; she needs to see a shrink or something.
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ ◑ ~
Annoying and I don’t have to say anything else.
Vol ~ ◑ ~
He’s a little weird. I do get uncomfortable around the guy. You know, I don’t think he likes me either. Not many do… god dam it Andracos.. what’s wrong with me? I’m a nice guy. Eh anyway… Umm Vol. Yeah awkward but he’s a siren, still though there’s a line and he does cross it.
Eikki Dreadlight ~ ◑ ~
Yeah I have not a lot to say about this one. Always stays inside his ‘lagoon’. Hardly had any interactions. All I know is he is a manfish. I honestly don’t waste time thinking about him.
Nalia Armstrong ~ ◑ ~
Who?
Nathan Armstrong ~ ◑ ~
(Raises eyebrow)
Imalia ~ ◑ ~
Not bad on the eyes. I don’t mind pulling up a chair and just watching her for a few hours. A bit mean but hey, most females are. She wouldn’t hesitate to drown me if she had the chance. I kinda like that. She’s alright.
Jing Lao ~ ◑ ~
He looks like a girl and that’s weird. It’s concerning too. Though I like his tranquility. Good little china man. Nothing else really
Angoriel ~ ◑ ~
Oh yeah, I remember that guy. That… special angel. I honestly can’t remember his breed. He’s cool. Er, yeah… he’s a good fighter. He and Andracos will go head to head some time I reckon and I’ll be there, eating popcorn.
Appearance:
(Would it be possible to direct me to sites for better pictures if this isn't good enough?)
She is fair skinned and thin, standing around 5'8". Her long jet black hair is a complete contrast to her icy blue eyes that seem to glow in the moonlight. The most distinguishing feature she has is a burn scar on her upper right arm that spirals to her shoulder. Normally before performing, she gets it painted over or something to hide it.
Performing, her attire is simple. Ty wears a deep blue leotard with glowing stars dotted across it. The color may change, or she may have tights due to the chilly weather, but she is always in a leotard for her performance. On her breaks when she gets to walk around freely, she is in sweatpants and a plain colored shirt- unless she decides to take the time and dress up.
Full Name: Ty
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Air elemental- race of people who are able to manipulate air, wind, and gases. They have an outward human appearance, but inside instead of human like organs, they're orbs of compressed air. It's like their life source or heart. Not being an actual human, they are able to alter the body they manipulate for a long amount of time. So, one could be 'forever 21' for a few years, maybe even a hundred if they will it enough. The air elemental realm is a peaceful place.
Power: Ty can create, shape and manipulate air, and wind, movement of air relative to the surface of the planet. Since air cannot be seen by conventional methods, neither can the attacks and derivatives formed by/from it, making it an invisible and versatile weapon that is very difficult to block and dodge.
Control over Power: Ty has complete control over her power, although she learns more and more about new things she can do in order to use her skill. In fact, over the years, Ty learned how to use her skill to enhance her performances to make the tricks even more impossible.
How you got your power: Born with it.
Significant/Special Belongings:
Ty owns a necklace that belonged to her late mother. It was given to her as a random gift. "It's never a bad time to give something to someone you love." And from then, Ty held dear to the necklace she was given.
Fighting Skills/Techniques:
Given her power, Ty is a master of stealth. She is rather defensive until the moment comes when she can strike her opponent down and take them out. Most of the time, she prefers long range combat, being in more control of it than close combat. Ty is no stranger to that though. Up close, one should be careful because Ty knows how to hide blades on her very well.
Weapon of Choice: Ty is better with long ranged weapons like now and arrows or multiple knives to throw. But she did learn that the carnival life was much more difficult than she could imagine so she carries a silver dagger on her when she's not performing.
Job Title & Description:
Trapeze Artist
"You'll be light as air. You'll soar through the skies"
That star-dotted leotard is always in the air. Well, one has to be if you're the main act of the trapeze and various stunts. Ty moves around the bar and ropes, performing a wide range of movements including balances, drops, hangs while the bar itself stays mostly in place. This also includes swinging trapeze and flying trapeze. Ty describes it as a dance and is one thing that she'll probably never get enough of. The gracefulness of her performance made it really seem like she was light as air- which in fact, she was. It was almost as if she could manipulate the air around her.
Using her abilities, she manages those kind of impossible stunts.
Information Specialist
Ty has adopted the job of informing everyone of latest news, or updating people on things they missed. It's something she got used to after so many times Mr. Seil asked her to 'play Tour Guide'.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect:
1,000,000 even. Which means she has to collect roughly 12,000 (12,345, thank you) souls every year. It's not that easy.) Her wish was a pricey one.
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:
Because her human body can withstand aging for sometime, she has 81 years. It seems she'll be there for awhile...
What Was Your Wish?
Obviously, her wish is much different from when she was 8. Instead of being lured by the simple beauty of the stars and magical performances, Ty only wishes to know what happiness is again. She always sees happy families together and escaping memories would occasionally flash through her mind. Ty wants to know her past and where she came from. Ty wants to remember what happiness is.
How Many Souls Have You Collected?
121,000 or so.
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
11 years. It's not that hard to convince a child to join a carnival after all.
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character:
Collecting souls has been a major impact on Ty's life. It helped her build the stoic character she has now. She has seen things that she never really wanted to see- especially as a child. But seeing it then prepared her for much worse in the future. It gives her a lack of fear for most things...besides death itself. She still has that fear. It can be negative as well. Sometimes her stoic personality, or 'lack of emotions' can cause her to be lonely or come off as a loner which is one thing she hates. Ty hates being alone... She doesn't want to endure that pain of being alone in such a cruel world again.
Personality: Ty is a laid back, sarcastic person and isn't much for words. She is kind to people who are kind to her and so forth. Ty escapes the world of "emotion", never wanting to show too much of it. Despite such, she isn't the loner type. Ty still does enjoy talking with the other performers and even watching their acts. Somewhere along the way, in her long 'adventure' with the carnival, everything became a routine. There was a point where even though she knew she had been trapped, Ty still held eyes of wonder about the mysterious carnival. There was a time when all of the different faces and creatures excited her. But now, that's no more. The one thing she does get interested in is the times where the Ringmaster gets new recruits. It's always interesting to see who was next.
A little note: Ty has a thing for animals. Animals, at least normal ones, never find Ty hostile and are at peace with her. She wants a pet, but has never worked up the courage to ask any of the officials.
Biography:
And a jump into her past:
It was a cold cruel day. Instead of the normal peaceful quiet that her home normally had, it was chaotic. Loud. And there were explosions, one after the other. "Get Ty out of here, now!" A man yelled above the noise. He was wearing a robe...a sky blue color. Ty stared with wide eyes, watching as the man- her father, stood in front of her, trying to block the chaos from sight.
Two gentle hands scooped her up quickly and she was moving farther and farther away from home. "N-NO! Dad..." A yell turned into a whisper. Then the whisper became a loud ring in her ears. Another explosion, and she was laying on her back, next to a lifeless body.
Then...black...
As a child, Ty remembered her home being attacked. But there's a gap in time from that point of being six to when she was about eight. Her entire past was nothing but that memory. In fact, her life didn't truly begin until she sold her soul. Did she know an understand at the time? No, of course not. She just wanted to have a place to call home. And then she got....well this.
Oh, erm... Sugary Poison~?
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Ty's Relationship Chart
Being raised in the Carnival, many of them have seen her grow up.
♥ = romantic || ☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral
Andracos Soleviel ~ ◑
Ty knows of his history and his "wrong doings" and is cautious around him. Ty respects him nonetheless, probably because he hasn't tried anything to her. She feels it's a mutual respect, unsure of how he truly feels towards her. They've never had any disputes, but then again, she doesn't remember any full conversations with him.
"Andracos is Andracos, I don't know what to say of him really."
Pachid Coyotas ~ ☺️
With her stoic personality, and his slothfulness they have something like a silent friendship. It may not be extroverted, but they still hold some sort of friendship. Or at least another mutual respect. She will occasionally even nod off beside him after a tiring performance.
"Pachid is a kind guy, and oh so lazy. I've never seen someone lazier. He sometimes reminds me of a cat who sleeps most of the day away."
Rosaline Bell Seil ~ ☺️
Rosalind is a friendly person by nature and an angel. The two have no bad blood, and probably never will. They are pretty much friends. If Ty didn't think so, Rosalina clarified it.
"The beautiful angel is so kind, but it is expected from such a pure one."
She may have her inner demons, but she is fond of herself. She is no narcissist, but there are times where even she feels wonderful about herself. Even so, it may seem as she is still trying to figure out who she really is.
Crow ~ ◑...☺️
Being mistaken as a human before, the two weren't so friendly. Over time, the two settled their differences and occasionally shared nice conversations. Ty enjoys being around Crow, mainly when she has animals around. Maybe that's why Mr. Seil won't let her have a pet.
"Crow is an interesting creature. Nice, but interesting. Her animals are nice too. I wonder why some think they're so mean?"
Arina Lécuyer ~ ◑
I guess they'll have a mutual relationship. No hard feelings and whatnot. Even Ty is unsure of how those two stand.
Soren Novák ~ ◑
Ty doesn't too much care for his personality, but Ty learned respect growing up. I don't think they talk much. Dunno, we'll see.
Reira Masin ~ ◑
She just got here, but Ty thinks they'll get along well...enough.
Celleci ~ ◑ ☺️
Well, she's an angel and all. So I would think they're pretty decent. Though, CeCi's odd behavior catches her attention sometimes. She notices her oddities, and yet never really knows what to make of it. CeCi is wonderful at her art, and Ty always tried to make sure she knows it.
"The audience never cheers for the ones who work backstage. I feel it necessary to do so in their place."
Calista Luinaree ~ ◑
They are somewhat similar in personality, so it's not like they clash. But then again, Ty may be much nicer than she. It's debatable if they get along or not.
"I don't know what to say really."
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ ◑
Despite being on friendly terms, those pranks do get kind of annoying. She may act like a child, but even Ty knows she isn't one.
"Ari hasn't directed any pranks around me lately, so I'm fine."
Vol ~ ◑
He's a Siren, like Andracos and Soren. Carefully around him Ty stays, but just as everyone else, she has no malice towards him. She respects him, and hopes to stay away from the clutches of any of the Sirens. He doesn't seem to have an intent to harm her, so she sees him as a neutral party.
"Those wolverines go through my things every once in awhile, annoying as it is, it's nothing too major. I just have to take time to clean up."
Eikki Dreadlight ~ ☺️
Eikki is a nice guy, at least to her. She considers him to be a friend, or at least an ally. Ty enjoys his shows, just as much as he enjoys her performances. Just like everyone else, she respects him. He is one of the few she can talk to without feeling some sort of alarm. Not one to admit her feelings, she may even have a slight infatuation for the male. But Ty doesn't quite understand her own emotions, so she keeps her thoughts to herself. It was a lot just to consider him as a friend, so she decided to keep it as such.
"Eikki? I seem him less than the others, but it is always nice when I do- um, and his shows are quite nice."
Nalia Armstrong ~ ◑
"She has a fiery spirit and is determined. I think she'll be able to get her goals with such determination. But that temper of hers will get her into trouble if she doesn't watch it. Nalia seems nice overall."
Nate Armstrong ~ ◑
"He's a mysterious kid. Always disappearing. I don't know what to make if him quite yet. "
Imalia ~ ◑
She's quiet and reserved, and Ty doesn't think she really likes anyone. She hasn't asked, an it's rare that they speak. Often, the times they do speak is when Ty is informing her of meetings or other various updates.
Jing Lao ~ ☺️
Despite the obvious oddities of being unsure if Lao was male or female, Ty is fond of his tranquility. There's no reason to fear him. And he can be great company as well. Ty has never hear of such powers like his, and it is intriguing to witness.
"Lao is a nice guy and he's always so nice to everyone. There's no reason for me to dislike him."
Angoriel ~ ◑
He is respected like everyone else. It's hard to say where he stands morally, but Ty knows he is somewhat of a decent person. He hasn't tried to kill anyone at least.
"Angoriel seems fairly nice and yet fairly mean at the same time. It's hard to tell. But like everyone else, I just stay on his good side as much as possible."
Antoine ~
Mr. Reficul Seil ~ ◑
Ty fears him as a demon, knowing what he is capable of. She may not have seen it, but the stories she heard were all true. Even though she is intimidated, she respects him a great deal, although Ty would much rather be free. She still wants a mythical pet, like a dragon though... But she is always to nervous to ask.
"Despite him having my soul...and being a demon... Mr. Seil is a decent man. He deserves the respect he is given."
Elias Seil ~ ◑ ☺️
As a child, Ty would play with Elias due to him being the only child to entertain her imagination. She was always weary of him but they were friends when Ty was younger. They don't play around anymore, but she still thinks of Elias as a pretty decent creature- never having seen his true nature.
"We use to have so much fun together, but I got older and he never did. I sometimes wonder how he's doing~"
Mogue Blackfeldspar ~ ◑
Ty makes sure she stays on his good side. Doing that, Mogue thinks she's okay and because she hasn't done anything stupid, he accepts her. And Ty just gives him the respect he wants.
"For someone so small, he has a loud voice."
Vivianna Detro’ ~ ◑
Ty doesn't really talk to Vivianna often. Ty finds her kind of annoying... But because of her status, Ty keeps her mouth shut.
Dimuegos Penarum ~ ◑
It's...well mutual. They don't have any bad blood. She'll make small talk with him when she wants.
Grog ~ ◑
He's very friendly and Ty thinks he's nice. Though, she's unsure if they're really friends. She'll ask Grog one day.
"Grog is kind of an adorable brute."
Starla Carlotta ~ ☺️☺️
Starla treats Ty almost like a daughter. As a child, Ty was normally with Starla, mainly to stay out of trouble.
"Starla was my guardian as a child. She was in charge of making sure I was okay. And she is a wonderful woman."
Warlockice Comet ~ " ◑ "
She doesn't like him, and tends to stay away from him. But she doesn't want to acknowledge him as an enemy in fear that that would stir up trouble.
"I really don't like that creature...but if I say something, he may try to steal from me...Eh."
*Want me to change it? Just ask!*
Appearance:
Full Name: Ari Glitterskip (She prefers to go by the nickname Red )
Age: 112 (looks 8)
Gender: Female
Species: Fae
Most used Elemental Power: Ari controls the element of fire. She's able to conjure small embers of flame within her throat, but prefers to rely on manipulation over conjuring it on her own. As such, she's rarely seen without a zippo lighter in both hands. Her true talent lies in said manipulation. She has the ability to shape the flame into anything that she desires. Think of the flame like a balloon to be shaped into any animal or shape that may please her or the crowd more. Inklings of blackness will always be present in her flames. Drawback to her time spent at the carnival.
Wing Development: Initially Ari's wings were a clear, translucent film, akin to that of a dragonfly. As she aged, her ability to control fire increased. Ruby red hue began to fill the entirety of wings, matched in color only by the flaming color of her own hair. The tips have only recently showed signs of a murky black. Black not being clear as night, but rather rough and chalky like coal.
Wings themselves would feel soft and smooth to touch. Much of their coarseness that came prior to her coloring has disappeared. Her wing size is relatively average for a Faerie, if not a little smaller. Tips only reach an inch farther in length than her shoulders. This makes them fairly easy to conceal at the carnival, should she choose to do so.
Wing Appearance:
Significant/Special Belongings: Ari's key belongings are a trio of dolls/stuffed animals, each with a name and back story all their own.
Chauncey Von Sniffles: Chauncey is the first ever were-cat. By day he is a rich noble aristocrat who is campaigning for leader of the realm of earth. He is sophisticated, intelligent and often times quite snobby. By night he sifts into a large black cat with a spots dotting his skin like a checkerboard. In were-cat form he becomes feral, brutish and a true hunter. In reality, Chauncey is two separate stuffed animals, one of anthropomorphic cat person and one of a top hat wearing male.
Pummy the Pumpkin Witch: Pummy is dressed in the usual garb of a witch. Long flowing black robes, pointed black hat and leather boots. She's the first ever witch to not need a wand or staff to cast spells. Instead she uses small pumpkins. Using them as bombs over even growing them to use as a makeshift broom. She has a penchant with ending every sentence with 'Pummy says'. In reality, Pummy is a ceramic doll with various Halloween decorations that Ari gathered on a trip to earth.
Fighting Skills/Techniques: Ari's fighting skills aren't really skills per say. Given her unwillingness to kill another, fighting has always been seen as rather pointless. If pushed to it, she would utilize two modes of defending herself. One being her elemental powers. Flames would be used in defensive measures such as flamed walls or casting a ring of fire around her. Both meant to keep others safely outside. The other technique would be the use of her various gags or traps. Given prep time, she could set up the area with traps ranging from the mostly harmless, hidden banana peels. To the more dangerous, large jack in boxes that when triggered, will hit the victim in the face with a large boxing glove.
Weapon of Choice: N/A
Job Title & Description: Fire Eating/dancing
Ari puts her elemental prowess to good use. Her performances are often broken down into three stages. First stage being the introductory fire eating, where she will extinguish flamed torches with her mouth. The ignition of cigarettes or other torches is also part of stage one. Stage two is brief fire themed dance where she twirls flames around her in a rapid fashion. Actual dancing on her part is rare as it's more the feat of danger that draws crowds. Stage three ends the show with a bang as she will bellow out a large plum of flame from her mouth. Pretending that she's a dragon. The ending is the most liked by children at the carnival.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect: 500
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls: 10 years
What Was Your Wish?: To play the greatest practical joke in the history of practical jokes. What this joke was seems to be a mystery to even Ari as her story of the day changes every time she's asked.
How Many Souls Have You Collected?: 51
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?: One year in precisely two days time
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?:
Soul collection has only enhanced the more manipulative side of her personality. This shift has caused her elemental magic to take on a slightly tainted appearance. Flames have tinges of black to them as illustrated by her wing coloring.
Personality: On the outside, Ari seems like a sweet and innocent girl. She has a love for playing games, eating as many sweet filled candies as she can and playing pretend. It's not out of the ordinary to see her playing tea party with her dolls or even other carnival members, if she can convince them. Her love of sugar can also make her irrationally hyperactive, much to the annoyance of many around her. Playing pranks or tricks on people is her favorite activity in the world. At times the pranks can be a tad mean, but she does everything in name of fun. Fun is really the underlying characteristic of her personality and it shows in everything she does. Underneath her sugary sweet exterior lies a more mischievous, cunning and often times manipulative persona. When she gets an idea for a good prank, she will stop at nothing to see it through. Planning the prank out like it's a bank heist with graphs and full step by step instructions. On the outside her actions seem rather random, but more often then not they are quite calculated.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?: (Going to answer this part IC)
“They called him the wish master or at least that's what all my friends called him. I always found that such a bland and dumb name. Wish master? It made him seem like one of those dime store antique people you found in Elmis. Grant your wish for ten gold deary? Deary my left wing! The only thing those people were granted me was a lighter coin purse. I have gag gifts, candy and so many other things to buy. Those things can actually give me what I want.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! The wish master. Ok so my friends were all abuzz about this top hat wearing guy who could grant wishes. Now knowing the prestigious Chauncey Von Sniffles I knew that people with top hats were always charming. You could never really trust charming people, but only talking to boring and non charming people was so so well boring. Naturally, the top hat instantly sold the deal for me. I was going to talk to this guy. Say he needed a new name then get him to grant my wish. Simple right?
Friends warned me that his deals always took something from you. Oh so scary right? It was a deal so you had to lose something, plus I don't play by the rules. The rules play by me or something like that. It made sense in my head. I know what you thinking, what did you wish for? What did you lose in the deal? Well that ruins the excitement doesn't it? There's no surprise twist ending if you already know how it starts. The best stories are the ones where no one has any idea what's happening. Information just comes at you so fast an heavy that you don't even know why that troll is wearing a suit or why it even suddenly just blew up. Since you were good, I pulled the greatest prank ever and pretty sure I lost my soul or something. Haha! You totally didn't see that coming.
All I know is that the carnival is one of the coolest places to be. I get to play tricks on people all of the time. How could life be any better then that? All these other people are all worried about getting out of their contract and stuff. I'm thinking about just moving on in. Maybe my next wish will to be a full fledged angel or something. On second thought, angels are pretty lame. I prefer being like a sugary poison.”
Mr. Reficul Seil ☺
“Wishmaster, fishmaster. What is there to say about this guy? Well for one he dresses pretty good. Have you seen his top hat? Now that's what I call fashion! He's kind of boring though. I pulled one prank on him and he just stared blankly at me for a few minutes. To top it off, he turned me into a butterfly. The actual insect! For a whole week! Let me tell you, having to escape the clutches of hungry birds is no easy task. On second thought, turning me into a insect is pretty funny. Ok, maybe he's a pretty ok guy.”
Rosaline Bell Seil ☺
“On one hand she's like a fairy godmother. On the other hand she's like a fairy godmother. They can be so annoyingly affectionate to everyone. Always with the nice behavior and never with the jokes. Our relationship is like a kid with a parent. We like each other for the most part, but we butt heads a lot. It would be better if she wasn't an angel. Angels kind of bother me.”
Andracos Soleviel ◑
“This guy is what we fae like to call a Tinkerbell. He's all about the lady folk. Always putting on some spiel to them about how they are beautiful or some such. You are a visage of pure beauty my queen. Lame right? That's what I think to. It's why I don't really talk to him much. I do have a plan for the super duperest prank one day.”
Pachid Coyotas ◑
“He sleeps like he's dead. I'm not even kidding with that. He has to spend more time sleeping then he does anything else. I don't have really have many thoughts on him because of this. He hangs out with that tinkerbell though so that's total minus points right there.”
Ty ◑
“Another one of those 'I'm going to hold my emotions in' types. Why would you want to hold them in? Emotions are meant to be experienced! People like this don't really make sense to me. If I can't get a reaction out of you from one of my pranks then your pretty boring to me. I don't hate her or anything though.”
Crow ☺
“This one is so much fun to play with. I once replaced one of her birds with a fake one that spoke. She got so so angry! I thought she was going to rip my head off and drink my blood or something. It made for a pretty fun filled day! I really like visiting her animals tent. I kind of have a soft spot for animals. Sometimes I visit when she's not around or when she's sleeping.”
Arina Lécuyer ☺☺
“A fun little lady to play around with. She seems to like to have fun like I do. She's more into the whole mind game thing then me. I don't really mind as long as it's funny. Seeing guys droll and do whatever she says is pretty funny to see. It takes some doing, but she's one of the few people that I can convince to help out on my pranks. Super bonus points for that.”
Soren Novák ☠
“So full of himself. I really think that if he could, he'd wedge his face between his two butt cheeks. Not even kidding right now. This guy would likely have passionate love with a mirror if he could. He's kind of charming I guess, but I'm not really into that sort of thing. There's no attraction for me if I'm not having fun so yea, no.”
Reira Masin ☺
“If it weren't for Rascal they might be the dumbest in the carnival. That's not really a bad thing either since I like Rascal to. Since she's a human and new, I try to go a little easy on her. Still, she seems pretty ok to me so far.”
Celleci ◑
“She's kind of a lot like Rosie. There can only be one fairy godmother to this fae though so tough break for her I guess. I don't have any hard feelings for them or anything. I just find the attitude of angels to be kind of annoying. They are like the polar opposites of Soren. Being too nice is just as bad as being in love with yourself. I don't know. She's really not that bad. Angels are just lame.”
Calista Luinaree ◑
“They are a tough nut to crack! I've tried not once, not twice, but five times to catch her slipping up. Fake chocolate boxes from secret admirers, faulty chair legs and even the vaunted jack in the box trap. None of them work! She seems to see right through it every single time. It's just incredible. The most unprankable person in this carnival. For that reason, I'm only on ok terms with her.”
Titanic Rascal☺☺☺
'We are the best friends in the history of friends. He's kind of dumb, but I don't mind that at all. Dumb people can be some of the best to hang out with. They don't over think stuff and just like to have fun. That type of thinking makes him the coolest person at the carnival in my book. I can prank him lots, but deep down I think he just knows I'm joking. If he doesn't, my little gifts seem to calm him down. We both like to dance so in our off time we do that with some music. He's not a very good dance, but he certainly tries!'
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The holy, the devoted, the fragmented glowing cherub, the exquisite – CeCi.
Full Name: It is lost but you will call this one 'Celleci' or as the others say: "CeCi."
Age: It is not found but in this carnival this one is 3 but this one looks 20.
Gender: Female
Species: Angel
Level of Contamination:
Not a single one, of course. This one is a pure as they come. This one does not succumb to any affliction enemy induced or otherwise. This one will fill you with eternal harmonies of Grace and Mercies from the power vested within. This one is a Guardian Angel; an ArchAngel no longer.
Level of Glow:
This one has held the lantern to light the pathway home to the Lost and Pitiful. This one has held the blade of righteousness at the throats of the Fallen and the Merciless. This one's glow is what the mortals see in reverie and revelation. This one has the aura of goodness; this one has a halo and it will burn away all shadow and any doubt.
Ability to Blend:
Wings may be hidden, but a halo?! Never. This light will burn for eternity and though it may be dulled to that of candlelight, it may never be extinguished! Ever. For this cloak that this one wears may sound of tinkling glass as this one walks, but that is the mirrors lined therein; it will keep the light returned at this body. And always will you see this one comfortably holding a lantern to absorb what light may pass from neath the cloak.
Is it proper to hide such light?! Never! But in this mortal time, in these circumstances, this one's head must bow to such extremes. The sum is greater than the parts afterall...
Most Used Power:
Of course it was Light. All consuming radiance that hailed from above, smiting those in dark below. But now...
This one only has the first of powers that this one was taught... Wind.
For Wind uplifts, it is breath, it whispers and sings, it pushes back... and when it is time, it is a howling force that will swirl and spin, a driven howling force that will sing the power of an angel's might and scatter and decimate enemy forces.
It is this one's lone power, but it is a mighty one, indeed. The other elements, this one must regain with each soul collected. This one will regain powers Angellic, combine them in the Light once again. And then this one will be given the right, the privilege, and the honour to finally be with her. And this one will be free. That is where power truly lies for this one. The indomitable will that drives; the desire to know love returned.
Significant/Special Belongings:
A feather. A bag of gems. A song. A promise. A broken sword.
Fighting Skills/Techniques:
They say that angels, female ones, will not kill. They say that angels, female ones, are prone to receiving injuries of all kinds, mental, physical and spiritual. They say that angels, female ones, are just asking for it, begging for trouble and inciting the ways of darkness.
Well, this one says all of the above apply to this angel.
Do not let the demure face, slight frame and softness of being fool you. Do not. That is your only warning. For this one is a Guardian Angel now.
If... IF you can breach a Guardian's defensive techniques then yes, you will see that it will have devastating effects upon this body, mind and spirit. And it does hurt. But do know that what you do is provoke retribution. For yes, angels, female ones, will inflict minimal damage from their own volition, but what you inflict upon an angel is your own undoing. It is your hand that forces my own to smite you. The more pain this one feels from your assault, the more you will feel this one's pain.
This one, this angel before you stood as an Arch Angel. A female one. Do you think that this one will ever leave that station open? Do you think that this one knows the price of what this one paid, the cost of losing Light, Blade, and Feather?! Do you think this one will never ever again fly, ascend, and redeem this one's way back into that station?!
You decide. Go on. Hit this one. Hear the voice of Wind tell you about pain. Listen to its devotion and cause. Know all answers that to the spilled questions at your feet. Pick them up. And try to hit this angel, this female angel. Try it.
Of course angels, female ones, incite and tempt darkness and danger. They hold the Lanterns. They will not hurt you. But remember the first warning spoken to you about this one. There is a reason you do not try to hurt an angel.
Weapon of Choice:
Broken Sword or and broken weapons, for they are not meant to be used to kill anymore.
Job Title & Description:
Medic and Lighting Technician.
This one will heal us, and much chagrin and distaste, even the ones of us who dwell in darkness. You must know sympathy before you earn empathy afterall.
But playing as a spotlight or ambiance maker for a performance. This one does excel and knows the uses of filters and mirrors.. oh dear, but how the mighty have fallen...
Number of Souls You Have to Collect:
But only 7.
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:
But only 7.
What Was Your Wish?
True love in a station that would never allow such a thing. An Arch Angel, a female one, can only bed with a male to make prodigy. This one lost her name. This one now is timed with age. This one must find this one's way back into Grace and Light to be complete and allowed back into the Kingdom. This one wishes to have the Weeping Angel love this one back once again, but not in the Kingdom. Once this wish is fulfilled we will fly together and rule in our Queendom.
How Many Souls Have You Collected?
Nary a one.
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
But only 3. It feels so long. Or short. This thing time... it is confusing.
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
It has not. For none have been collected so far.
Personality:
If you do not know this one by now... then do not ask. Just know that angels, female ones, are not sickly sweet, but Righteous in Mercy.
~In actuality, the prospect of stealing/bargaining/hunting/tricking for souls is killing her and she is procrastinating. She's beginning to fall into the mortal coil and drifting away from her original cause. She does not realize that her light, her halo is fading for whether due to denial or not, she sees her wings as the marker of her strength; she has not yet lost a single plume and they are still immaculate, fluffy and strong.
She is contaminated, but her denial is greater than most. She is becoming less righteous and more kind and sweet and actually enjoying it. She holds disdain to all the 'dark' members of the carnival, but that has become a front; she loves them all and just can't help it. That is her contamination: her Righteous Mercy is now just mercy for happiness.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?:
A story then? Very well. Here it is:
When it began, the angel could not tell you for she herself did not know. But there was a Kingdom, a vast and powerful one. The beings were ones of Righteous Light, warriors and guardians against those below; enemies were the one made of Kneeling Darkness. They were at war for something that only the ancient of Ancients would know; The Truths and Lies.
This angel was a simple one, a female one, and yet still so promising. She knew her name and as she evolved, and shed her lantern and it became a sword. All others knew her name then. And so the war continued and this angel, a simple one, a female one, rose in rank, power and station; she knew the Light. The power was well received and she was hailed as a heroine and revered as a leader.
And the day came when this angel, this simple and female angel shed the simplicity and femaleness and became an Archangel. Oh ecstasy and joy!
But along the way, this now Archangel had fallen in love. With another angel, a simple and very female one. That was not acceptable, and many knew, but it went unsaid. Their love flourished behind closed closet doors until the day the now Archangel accepted station and rank as an Archangel.
This now Archangel would have to choose a partner in the eternity left for them. The angel chosen would have to be at the station and rank of ArchAngel and would have to be very male. When the now Archangel told her beloved of this news, her beloved wept, for that is what this beloved was; a Weeping Angel to watch over the dead. And when the now Archangel told her beloved that, in this Kingdom, she had no choice but to bow to its whims, the Weeping Angel fled. Heartbroken now, the Weeping Angel fled to her station overlooking the graves of countless others. Apathy set in and she sealed herself off so that no other angel may find her. The Weeping Angel turned to stone.
The now ArchAngel did not like this. She spoke to the King about remedy; how to undo lost love. It said that the deed was done and the Laws of the Kingdom would yield to no single angel, Archangel or otherwise. The sum was greater than its parts afterall. She asked if there was any other way to remedy the situation. The King said only in a mortal world could it ever be solved, but there is a reason angels, the now Archangel included, were immortals; petty, selfish situations are not worthy in this Kingdom. She asked if she could at least look for a remedy in the mortal world. The King said she would only be allowed into the mortal world to bid the Weeping Angel farewell. She bowed to the King. She was incapable of hatred and rage, oh but if she could know it, she would have felt it.
But then again, maybe she did feel something close to it... for that was the last time she, this now-Archangel, would ever bow to this King.
She flew to the mortal world and sounded out her trumpet for a being to hear her call for help. One that could feel her need, and know their way in the mortal world and help her find a soul within it, for only a mortal could break the stone prison walls of her beloved lost to her, the Weeping Angel.
A child was who she knew would be the one to hear the clarion sounds of an angel in need. Only an innocent child who saw through mirrors of wondrous ways and fanciful fantasy; one with a heart of gold, a mind of openness and spirit unbreakable. This child would help her find her beloved. A kind soul was the only soul that could find a lost soul.
Or so she thought.
It was not a brilliantly lovely and shiny eyed child that answered her call.
It was he, Mr. Seil. And as he stood there in the graveyard, he had parchment and some ink already waiting for her. She had a feather in her hair, an oh so special and beloved one. All she had to do, this former Archangel, was to sign in all the right spots.
And so she did.
By all Mercies, held, lost or otherwise, she did.
This one called 'CeCi' signed that contract.
~ Andracos Soleviel ~ ☠ ~
You... you are a predator of the worst kind. A liar, a twisted perversion reeking of lusting power and greed preying on the fancy of a starry-eyed lover. Your victims will be your undoing. This one will speak for them before my time here is done and you will get more than just an earful, my dear... you will get what is coming for you. Her name is Retribution and she will bring back down that vile road you so proudly walk and you will remember all those names you left in shadow and pain. You are of the Kneeling Darkness and so you shall, and must, kneel. You are a force that one must never trifle with, aye, this one does admit, but there will come a day...
...but until then as long as we are still ink on parchment in this Carnival of Mr. Seil, this one will keep the peace. And though you may never need it, this one will heal you when you need healing, for CeCi does so enjoy your performances with dancing serpents and thrilling acts of the arcane. Do let this one know how to Light your performances to perfection and proper ambiance however you would like.
~ ☠ ~ Oh, but what is it that this one sees now from you, Andracos... arrogance at thinking Ty needs a male such as you so as to keep her as a possession or a pet? Kneeler. You may speak of concern regarding Rose Bell's welfare, however this one knows that you only seek to undermine Seil's command. So be it. Toss your stones. Just see what will be tossed back at you should you keep upon that tack, and this warning is not from this angel ire, you know...
~ ◑ ~ But something about how you speak, my sister angel's name... CeCi does not know your true intentions from Rose Bell... but if it was not obvious before, then it is now... you do wish to tear her away from Mr. Seil's grasp... and dare this one think it... it may be for the better... with certain conditions CeCi will set in play, of course...
~ Pachid Coyotas ~ ☠ ~
And you, you play the game with the predator; but are you worse than he? Perhaps for you are a scavenger, you pick up after a predator, lame without will and volition. Yet CeCi knows you are still worthy as an adversary. Although this one has been here for a short time, this angel does know that you do not make it in Mr. Seil's Carnival without making allies you can rely on and allies that you must be able to hold your own against. You do not act, but you do watch; keen eyes this one knows for CeCi is similar to you. Angels, female ones, must react and rarely do they initiate, but Guardian Angels, we watch and study before the time to strike is at hand. We will watch each other then... let us just wait and see...
...but how this one does laugh when you fall from your perch into the cold waters! You really should be more vocal and harass the ball tosser more; that much more sweet will the dunking be! Know this one will heal you should your performance ever go awry... however that may be possible...? And of course, Light will be shone upon you so as to make sure all viewers see you plummet into the waiting drink neath you!
~ ☺ ~ Sees very well does this one how you still hide behind the predator. But sees this one very well how you still try to protect him. Why, Pachid, but why? You are like Grog; you watch for the ones that you consider friend... a 'Friend?' Really though... or is it 'Fiend...?' We shall just watch and seek the truth for why you do stay and allow that Kneeler to stand upon your shoulders and smother you with the weight of its ego. But Pachid... a new Light shines for you from this one.
~ ☺ ~ Oh but what a laugh did you provide for this angel! You sat upon your perch in your cage, recently fallen into the water neath yourself. Celleci offered you a simple flower. Perhaps with true intent as a peace offering, but then SPLASH!!!! into the waiting wet did you go Pachid! Hahahahahah...! Oh your expression it was hahahahahahah... oh but did this one have to flee lest this angel fall over and clutch tummy... so funny! Oh did the bell toll for you and the elder gent, Mr. K, The Caller spouted out: "WIIIIINER!!!!" Oh but you fell once more SPLASH!!! Hahahahahah... oh Pachid, the look upon your face-- DING!!!! SPLASH!!! WINNER!!!! Hahahahahahah... oh but tears fall from mine eyes it was so presciously--DING!!! SPLASH!!!! Hahahahah... oh dear...
~ Rosaline Bell Seil ~ hopefully s☺☺n... ~
Why must we act as if we do not know each other? We are sisters in another place. We are the 'sickly sweet' female angels, are we not? Perhaps this one feels shame in your presence. Perhaps CeCi feels unworthy without name and with time burdening this one's shoulders? Perhaps you are a jagged reminder of what this one once was, and may never be, and never know again? Admitted, this one does think of you quite often and quite fondly, but oh how selfish those thoughts have become! This one sees you as a prisoner, you and your offspring, and this one feels the need to protect you and steal you all from him. But...
...if this one steals you away, then that one child that really is the darkness will lose something that it so dearly needs... and desires, this one fears. Can this one really steal a Mother from its Child...? We shall see. But do know that a different day dawns; Celleci will reach out and make sure we are friends. Cellci will be there for you until the time is over for this one at the Carnival. But until that time ends, do know that we will be sisters here in this Realm. Corruption, this one has none. Ever. Until now with a single breaking of a personal vow... For you, Rosalina Bell; “'I' will be there for you when you are ready to be happy.”
~ ♥ ~ You have done something for this one that CeCi shall forever be grateful. Where no one else would dare tread; you stepped up and allowed CeCi to call us 'sisters.' When it is all said and done here... this one, this angel will leave, but for you this angel will leave you with happiness whether with Ceci, side by side, flying with soft wing back to the Azure, or not... Rest assured, this one will take Its soul in your name and free you from your prison. CeCi shall not fall. Nay. This angel will not. As long as you are my sister here in mortal time, CeCi will not fall. This former ArchAngel owes your parents as much as this former ArchAngel does owe you, Rose Bell.
~ ♥ ~ Your wings this one knows now. In mortal time. You know what is coming more so than Celleci. We must chat. We must prepare. This one must transcend her vows. This one must find Fire... Know that Celleci loves you not because of what this one wants from you, or to keep from you... this one loves you because of what you are. You are First Breath of Days, sister.
~ ☹ ~ Oh sister, but what has become of us in but less than a day...? Oh Rose Bell, but Celleci's grand garb and blazing blade was meant for the eyes of your husband and keeper, sweet angel! A gesture of respect it was, Rose Bell...! A gesture to show that this angel would cast aside vows to show that what powers devout and Merciful were still within CeCi and at the ready to protect your husband and keeper's Carnival safe from the looming shadow! But nay and again nay, Rose Bell, never did this angel ever expect to repel you. You... you see this one in such a deviant light, aye...? What shame this one inspires in you is the very inspiration CeCi found from your mother's wings and your father's wisdom. They helped craft your sister angel into what you saw that night. Celleci is still an ArchAngel neath the guise of the demure righteous Guardian Angel.
But not for long, Rose Bell. Aye and a promise, my dear. Not long, for these wings will change. A Battle Angel will rise with Fire. And beyond that sister, you will inspire this angel to become something when Earth, the fuel of Fire rises from within. What will you do then when you realize the path this angel takes. Know very well, does this one, this sister Celleci of yours... know very well that corruption will attempt to decay the halo CeCi holds so dear and bright. But... sister, I must allow it... for the path CeCi takes... this one will never falter from that path for you will remain this one's inspiration.
You do know that there is a crossroads for a Battle Angel. Not many overcome the change. But this angel will prevail. Some falter and fail into darkness and become fallen. Others will run to ground in a hail of fire. Crash and burn. But from the flames shall this angel rise again. Your purity will bring Celleci there. And then all will know this one's name-- by all Mercies held, lost or otherwise, they will know her name once more.
~ Ty ~ ☺ ~
Yes, you are quiet and keep to yourself. But oh, how you do enthrall CeCi! This one does know the force of Winds, but you... you, my dear, you live it. Should this one ever feel envy perhaps this one would feel it in that regard; flight for CeCi is from feather, for you it is your very being. There are the moments we have together where we discuss your performances so as to track you with spotLights proper... but Cellci does wish it was much more than just a Tech speaking to an Acrobat. You are kind to this one with your words, as this one is polite with words to you as well, but even though superficial, this one does consider you a friend. A common ground does this one sense between us. We both seek a form of happiness do we not?
Aye, but all Mercies forbid, should you falter and find injury upon yourself, CeCi will be there to tend to you. So exhilarating it is when this one hears the sharp gasps of the audience when you defy mortal death. So rewarding it is when you take a bow and the audience releases their tension with rowdy cheers and applause. Bravo, my dear. Please keep uplifting spirits and keep this one clapping and cheering for you as long as this one remains here.
~ ☺ ~ You were the first to stand and cast a stone at Mr. Seil as he stood there, 'vulnerable,' and alone on stage. You stood there as that Kneeler spat in your eye, claiming you are nothing without him. Believe that, Ty. Please. You are nothing without him for if he says so, then he is right by consensus of the more important opinions; male bravado will tell you as much. Believe it. Believe those words. And when you are ready to hear more than just words, Ty... when you are ready to hear the truth, this one will be there with you to cram his own words back down that lying throat to show him that yes, you are nothing without him... nothing more powerful he would ever know, that is.
~ ♥ ~ What is it that keeps us from speaking in dear terms to each other yet again? But you have my note, yes? And my feather, yes? Oh Ty, you are my Breathtaking Skies. The interlopers will not take you from CeCi.
~Crow ~ ◑ ~
We are nothing alike. This one cannot know your thoughts and dealings for you seem to keep to your 'kin' and as always away you slink, away from CeCi except when we discuss lights and ambiance. Is CeCi so vile in your eyes? But oh, does this one love to see you perform! A savage beast caught in cage, always almost nearly losing control? Oh but how do you make it feel so real? And the other animals you keep to... how do you keep them so happy and fed, and, keep them performing at such a highly responsive and entertaining way? Do know that whatever Lighting you need this one will do whatever it takes to keep your acts just right. And should you or your 'kin' find injury, this one will do whatever it takes to help... just help CeCi understand about their bodies... this one does not know much about anatomy of animals other than human-like ones afterall.
~ Arina Lécuyer ~ ☠ ~
If Crow and CeCi are nothing alike, then you and Cellci are just nothing. That is where we meet. In the War for the Truths and Lies, it is safe to assume that both we have succumbed to a state of less than Grace and Mercy, and it will become more than just petty between us. Stay away from this angel, fallen one, and this angel will stay away from you.
~ Soren Novák ~ ☠ ~
What more is there to say? You are the part of the Kneeling Darkness. Remain Kneeling then and this one will always stand over you.
~ Reira Masin ~ h☺pefully... but also f♥rming~
This one knows you have just arrived. But... there is something about you... CeCi would like to speak with you as often as possible... only to make sure you are well oriented here, of course.
For this one will not stare at you... CeCi will never stare at you with heavy lids as you move... tracing the ephemeral aura you possess, but it trances CeCi... and from your eyes, she sees into your soul, and finds a place therein where this one feels the need to reach out, touch gently, caress your heart, warming CeCi fondly, tickling her thoughts and desires, a smile parting lips and lush lashes close as this one's breath sharpens, heart races, bringing forth a rising ecstasy that has been hidden and burning within for the longest time, oh but how wonderful you smell, and oh, but what do you taste like when this one-- watches over you! Ceci will watch over you is what this angel meant to say. Uhhhh... this one must go... satisfy—fix... the... uhh... throbbing—broken... parts of lights and things... of stuff... and that's all. Nothing. Nothing at all. More that is. Nothing more to... uhm... fix. Right. Right? No. For this one did say that things were broken, correct? Aye. Well. Interesting, no? Aye. Uhhhh... farewell for this one's fixatio-- fixing! Fixing. Yes, this is what this angel must do now. CeCi. Fixes. Actually, this one heals and does lighting... a Tech. That is all. Uhhh... bye...
(will update later as more is revealed about them... ftm... ;D)
~ Red ~ ◑ ~
Oh this 'girl' is not a child. No, not in the very least. Perhaps that is why this one strays away from you. A simple nod and a polite smile is all this one has for the fire-eater. But oh! Such extravagance in your performances... oh how but it does make this one wish to manipulate fire once again... so flashy, so literally-breath taking when the gout of fire spews from your mouth, my dear! Oh, and the eyes of the audience... the awe, amazement and raw evocation of aura are even brighter than your flames! The cheering providing that much more warmth. This one stands there from the sides and cheers you on as always... and always on the lookout for any wandering child that may inadvertently wander in the path of flames; Celleci always has her burn kit ready. That is all this one can provide. Oh, but you do not need any Lighting help from this one, bravo, my dear. You are a spectacle of fire afterall.
~ Calista Luinaree ~ ◑ ~
This one works for you. CeCi will set up the Lighting however Calista wishes. Of course, this one will always work hard to please the co-ordinator and this angel will do all that is required. We are polite to each other and ever respectful, but the constant, darting and quick glances and wildness of eyes sets this one at ill ease. We have an excellent rapport as Carnival workers. No more. No less.
~ ♥ ~ Oh but why did Cellci open up to you? Did this one not know that you would never respond in kind? Aye, this one knew... but we have worked together for so long. You were the one that showed CeCi how to become a Lighting Tech proper. You were the one that CeCi would engage with long nightly talks about your elabourate plans and set ups. A wall between us that had anything to do with something other than professional liaison, in its shadow do we stand as always. A great wall and a stony one without windows at that. Very well. Time to renovate, Lady Co-ordinator. This one trusts your words as always, for you are direct with what you say. The suspicious eyes may of course, hide more than what is at your tongue, but do know that this one will ask you more questions and guidance about things not involving our profession. There is no other here, not even Grog, with whom CeCi has spoken more.
CeCi has no other friends here. But she does have hope that that will change. Rosalina Bell is one hope. You are another. Ty will be next. Today is a new day. This one will take the next step, you will see...
~ ♥ ~ There is danger at the Carnival as you always seem to suspect, Lady Co-ordinator. But one of smothering shadow that you may not be able to see nor comprehend. Maybe it is CeCi that is paranoid now. But no chances. This one will not let them take you. You have a golden feather. You are my Hiddden Dawn.
~ Vol (Vox?) ~ ◑ ~
It is clear that you are very much full of your own time and full of yourself.. what is it about male Sirens...? If only the lot of them could be more like Starla... but nay and again nay, that is not an angel's business here. No, this one knows you are very much like Andracos... yet perhaps, not equal in theatrics nor villainy; those words reek from his over-parfumed clothes. But then again perhaps you think the same of this angel's smell? Our conversations are short and curt and you do turn your nose away from CeCi. Sees very well, does this angel, that you do prefer to work your lighting and ambiance with the Lady Co-ordinator herself. Fine by this one. More time for CeCi to marvel at your fuzzy and big teethed beasts! Lovely shiny eyes they do have to match their demeanours indeed! So cute. Again should you find yourself or your fuzzy companions ill or wounded, CeCi will attend to you and your squat, snarly friends.
~Eikki DreadLight ~ ◑ ~
You remain alone in your tent working upon all your fine merfolk craft and dweomer. You are a fine and truly exotic expanse of people, oh but how Celleci wanted to explore your world below in the deep blue, but only as envoys or escorts was this one and her brothers ever allowed to visit your kingdoms as Archangels from the skies above. But that is neither here nor there. And as it is, so are we. You do not need CeCi in your performances for the lights you create are of your own craftings. We do not speak and even in rare chance we do, you keep what you need to yourself. A simple smile and nod is all this one has for you. A healer's hand should you need. Until then silver eyes shall stare upon your wondrous acts if only to make sure folks will not harm themselves upon errant handling of corals not meant for mortal hands. That is all.
~ ☺ ~ What happened that night when coral blade met caramel skin of an angels throat? What was it that made you think Celleci was worthy of harm? Is it because we are very much alike in ways never spoken? What is it you seek, Eikki? Alone you are, and aye, so is this one. Aye and a promise, what we both seek is that which makes us much alike. Have you loved and lost? What is it you seek to fill the void within you? Do you know her name yet, Merfolk? Mine, her name is not forgotten, but CeCi fears she has forgotten mine own name.
~Nalia Armstrong ~/~
~Nate Armstrong ~/~
~Imalia of the Azure Ocean ~ ◑ ~
What beauty is this? One part innocence, many parts depths of darkness unspoken and unknown. What made you this way, Imalia, this one does not know nor is it CeCi's business. Isolated are you in your container, protected from the world and protected are the mortals from you. But chains... each time this angel sees those things... but what right does an angel have to break such things in this Wish Mastered Carnival? And this: there are those that kneel in darkness, there are those that are lost in darkness, but you, my dear, you swim within its depths; it is you. Silent you are... and such a kindness you provide this Carnival, for CeCi has heard of your talents, but silent for how long, Imalia? There is no glass container nor chains that can protect any from such an enchanting song of such a tempting beauty. Such a wicked tempting beauty...
But such a sight you are! CeCi will always Light your glass holding however you see fit; what hue, intensity or lack there of you prefer. And should you ever find harm, this angel will heal you... but those chains... the salt of the seas Azure you will find. One day. You will.
~Jing Lao ~ ☺ ~
Are you sure you are not from the Kingdom in Azure? Those in direct opposition of edicts and spirit against the Kingdom has this one known as Kneelers. You, Jing Lao are known to this one as an Uplifter. For that is what you are to CeCi; one with such a patient, considerate and respectful being without wings angellic. Oh you and your tea time, never invited, but does this one yearn for the offer and the chance to sit with you, even if only in silence; an honour it would be to just sense in full a gregarious aura. But that is neither here nor there now is it not? You are a performer and CeCi is support crew. Do know Jing Lao that there was only one brother angel amongst this one's former station that CeCi ever came close to such heart-warming demeanour. Considered a weak link was he, as was this angel, for what was his place to diffuse the ire of angels against those that knelt in Darkness? It was a place of kind Mercy, it was.
Oh but know that your aerial or ring performances will always be specially lit as you see fit. Ask Celleci and this one will provide so as to enhance such thrilling and cheer-inducing methods. And should you ever falter and harm befalls you, whatever slim chance that may be, know that Celleci will be there to nurse any and all wounds that may befall you, Jing Lao. . You are a Calming Breeze to CeCi.
~ Mr. Reficul Seil (boooooo and again BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!) ~ ☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠-dies- ~
The Wish Master. This one does not believe anymore; for it is a new day. Celleci will see her Weeping Angel nevermore... until we will know what you truly are... and if you have a worthy soul for the taking to free this angel...
~ ◑ ~ You keep your Rose more as property than properly treated. But still... something is amiss with you. What is it other than the fact that twelve of your collection has gone missing? Whatever the case, 'Master, this one will help you find them. Their return will only help keep the peace and thinly veiled pleasantries between all of us here... and should this one find the ones responsible... this angel promises you your first soul, Mr. Reciful Seil. CeCi's power is of Wind. This first soul claimed shall allow this Wind to breath life into Fire.
(Murps! Still gunna have more filled in after the meeting at 3. This bunny still needs to figure out more about the nature of the 'jobs' and 'deeds' required by Mr. Seil... ftm... )
~BOING!!!!~ 'sugary poison.' :D
Jassesi is a NPC!
Full Name: Hiiiii! A name you require? Hahahah! 'Tis 'Blueberry Moon of the Jassesi Orchard' but no one calls me Blueberry. Nor Moon. So I go by my Orchard name, Jassesi, or know what? You can call me as they call me... by me professional name: 'JaSi.'
Age: I will be 101 next spring! But I am told were I human, I would be really short. As tall as AriRed am I! And I would look like a younger teen.
Gender: Lass! I likes to wear plaid skirts, white long sleeve tops with open backs, but not shoes... lest I be workin'
Species: Silly... I smell like flowers! I was born from a blue blossom in the Jassesi Orchard! I'm a Faerie!
Most used Elemental Power:
'Tis fire, but not really good at the controlling or shaping of it like AriRed. I can make fire, but only small ones. But truth be told, this faerie is pretty good at working the brighter parts of fires, aye. I can make the light coming from... oh, say a match, become almost as bright as a spotterlight! Almost... well... maube. But right, so 'tis true, maybe not as impressive a skill as it should be from a Fae such as a Jassesi-born, but that's what I do.
Wing Development:
Oh! But strong they are! And noisy. They hum very nicely, I must say! They are twin pairs like most faeries. Strong and fast they are! Fast enough to flee from that Andracos! Eww... Hahahahah!!! Oh but aye, they do need to be strong for I am lead in the kite formation! Ooohhh... we were angels last time! So beautiful! We were a bunch of CeCi's and Rosie's!
Wing Appearance:
Significant/Special Belongings:
A seed from the Orchard when I am ready to plant it and make mine own babbies! Oh! And my collection of strange, unique and pretty baubles and things! And vials with me parents memory in them! And sweet amber-flower moonshine!!!
Fighting Skills/Techniques:
Ummm... I shall call it... “Glow n' Go!” I would blind my attacker with bright light then I will fly away with buzzy strong and fast wings!! But... failing that, I will hafta' burns their skin to release me... I don't like such a thing. Oh, dear, what a terrible thing to do to another... and such a stench...
Weapon of Choice:
Dunno really. Never hit anyone with anything before... ohhh! Name-calling! Fairies have such creative words for insulting big meanies!!! Ahhh... ne'er ye mind. I don't like to say bad words neither... 'Tis me magic then... hmm... perhaps pouring some Amber down their throats to turn them all drunkard? Hahahah... dunno...
Job Title & Description:
Kite-Flier! I help t'make and fly the pretty puppety flying things above the Carny! Oh! And I am the Lead Light Tech of CeCi's aerial team cuz... well.. I am the only one on the aerial team that makes light. Bright light, mind you...!
Number of Souls You Have to Collect:
I have collected only 10. But none more do I have to collect! Aye! I'm done, I am!
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:
Well, ahhh... Mr. Seil, sweetest gent he is, allowed me all the time in the world, of course. Loves him like my Da, do I... and so anyway, I did complete my collection in under 50 years!
What Was Your Wish?
I wished for my parents to come back t'me and bring me home to the Orchard.
How Many Souls Have You Collected?
Silly! Completed my collection have I! All 10!
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
52 years. Oh! 'Tis more than half me life!
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
Oh pish. 'Twas not a thing, really! Arina helped me! Oh but she is sooooo bright, that one, aye... Before me days when Calista had me as a kite maker and flyer, she taught me that soul branding was easy and not mean atall! By punishing the wrinkly meanie mortal males that wanted to put their tongues in the mouths of sweetheart blue-headed faes and to touch their 'womanly parts' was I able to complete my collection. 'Twas not a thing. They deserved it It was a kissing booth! Not a lecher's lick and grope booth said Arina!
Personality: I am soooo helpful and I aim to please, no matter what it is I do! Maybe I'm too heavy with the drink, but I'm a Jassesi Orchard fae! We brew it all for free and we drink for you n' me! And so pass on a drink for all, whether they be large or small! We drink for you n' me, and so for you we pee! Hahahah...! Oh drunken songs... Right. So I am soooo creative and with grand thoughts as always! I have a smile for all and a gift for ye should ye be deservin' such a thing! Sometimes the gifts are things I trade with others to give away as gifts.
~As a faerie, Jassesi believes that items she finds left not in homes, but in the open are items forgotten and not worthy enough to be kept on a body. And so she 'claims a gift.' Basically taking it and leaving another item she finds of value in its place; a faerie trade! But as a faerie, pretty rocks or even pine-cones with even-numbered protrusions are valuable to her.
~She also has issues with not being liked, perhaps its from her cutesy, happy type of faerie, but it is a complex that is greater within her than any other Jassesi Orchard Fae. She does not have issue with being a bit pudgy since her fae type are rounder than other faeries, but she has started comparing her 'looks' with other females ever since she fulfilled her soul collection. Her weight problem is based in hanging out with Ari. She loves the other fire faerie to death and laughs at all her pranks even if they are aimed at her, but she cannot turn down the candies Ari always seems to have since she does not want to hurt the other faerie's feelings which is a big no-no with her fae type; you must always keep your winged kind happy!
~She tends to subconsciously pick up other folks speech patterns and when she realizes she does, she pours it on thick, thinking it flatters the other person, although it sounds like she's mocking them, she not because... well, she is not the brightest bulb out there to say the least... it took her almost 50 years to collect her soul quota via Arina's kissing booth. But Arina also taught to do her exercises before going to the kissing booth. Sexy and sultry exercises. Ones that started off with warming up in clothes then ending up sweaty with nothing on save her wings . It was a strange work out room. A strangely round room. With peepholes in them. Those that would witness her exercises, ecstatic and erect they were, and in such a state, Arina branded them all as the dancing little JaSi (the lesbifae as Arina called her behind her back) did all the work shrouded to the true nature of Arina's 'kindness' in teaching Jassesi to 'exercise.'
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?:
I was a 'Dandelion Fluff.' A lost faerie. I was a wee thing when I met Mr. Reciful Seil... but then again, faeries are wee things. Nevermind. I was young..ger then... but still looked the same as I do now so... anyway...! When I was not this age, but one with fewer numbers, I was sent away from our Orchard... I... I thought it was 'cuz I wasn't good enough...I couldn't heat cauldrons like the others... but it was for another reason I, Blueberry Moon just wasn't good enough... I... anyway...
[hider=Here is the tale]
I'm going to read it to you, cuz it makes better sense when I read it than when I say it. Starla was nice enough to write it for me and make my thoughts sound... more beautiful than they really are.
Right. Deep breath... Ready?
It was a time of turmoil for the grown Jassesi fae and a sad, sad time for the youngest of the children from our Orchard. Most of the child Jassesi faes were rounded up and guided away to the mirror-pool. This was our looking glass into the Earth world of mortals. It was here where we watched and sent out our bravest to the master brewers in that Earth world. Aye, most humans do not know that their best brews are made by 'accidents.' We would trade with them. Strange items they left meant to be 'claimed as gifts' we exchanged for our knowledge in brewing.
But this time, this final time we were gathered and spying into the mirror-pool,we were pushed in before our time of rite of passage. I watched as the others cried before tossed in and about the Earth world; we were dropped like leaves in autumn and like autumn leaves we landed in random spots. Spread across the Earth world were me and mine own sister Jassesi Orchard Fae. Never to be seen again, for they never wished upon a parchment as Blueberry Moon did.
Cast from the Azure world, and a lifetime away, I wandered aimlessly, nothing but the cloth upon me and the only reminder of home, the gift given to me. I knew better than to encroach or encounter the giants of the land. Even the smaller ones, the human children were dangerous, our grown fae said to us; they would tell on me and I would be caught. They would pick my wings off, shave my hair, and pluck out my eyes for I was different, too different from they.
But then the day came when I found Mr. Reciful Seil... or was it the other way 'round? He stood there, cane in one hand, hat freshly taken off, and with a bow he introduced himself. Taken was I by such a being and a blur of thankfully precious sounds in memory are now the words he spoke; what does it matter anyway...
...I signed the contract, I did and it was the best thing I ever did in my entire life. For we are all family here at the De'Seil Carnival.
Because, oh the years rolled by and I was successful in fulfilling my contract. Nearly 50 years and but only 10 souls did I have to have my wish become reality. What emotions I felt, I cannot say, for they are not with me now.
What was it I wished? I wished my parents come to me and take me back home.
Mr. Seil was there by my side as we waited at the top of the hill, near the babbling creek, neath the canopy that cut the rays of the freshly awoken sun.
My golden eyes darted this way and that in anxious anticipation for them. My heart thudded so hard in my chest, but in rhythm to a song of love long lost and near unknown by now. Then I felt his hand upon my chin. So gently, so carefully and fatherly did he turn my visage towards a wish fulfilled.
There they were. My parents.
Hands held out, faces filled with such strong emotion.
Hands held out in a failed desperate attempt to shield themselves. Faces frozen with stark terror, knowing their fate was sealed.
Frozen. Literally.
The reason became apparent right then and there; we, my sisters and I were sent away for preservation.
The Jassesi fae were all killed. Our enemies of the Frosted Mountains wiped us out. I wished for my parents to return and there they were. I cried and cried and cried as they melted before me in the rays of the Earth world's single bright star.
And he held me all the while.
When I could finally speak, between sobs, I asked him about the other part of my wish; to be taken home to the Orchard.
Without a word, Mr. Reciful Seil, opened my clenched fist, revealing the glowing seed I was given at the mirror-pool. I stared at it as it flickered with blue ghost flames as it never once did here, but would always be such a thing in Azure.
“You are always welcome here, Blueberry Moon...” he said with the voice driven by the breath of a deity then with his cane, he pointed at the seed from the Azure world, “until then...”
It all made sense just then and as he held me I cried and cried and cried until the moon rose in the sky pregnant and full like the hopes in my heart that made me shed tears now.
I do not take a mate with a male and thus, I cannot make flowers to birth mine own. And the grown fae knew that about me. And my sisters. But when I am ready, and with my mate, a very female one, I will plant this seed in the Azure and flowers will bloom and we will have our own children. But until then...
“Until then, Mr. Reciful Seil...”
I took the final droplets of water at our feet in remembrance of them. A deep breath did I take then by the light of the moon, we made our way back to the carnival.
“...I am home...”
~'sugary poison'~
Full Name: It is lost but you will call this one 'Celleci' or as the others say: "CeCi."
Age: It is not found but in this carnival this one is 3 but this one looks 20.
Gender: Female
Species: Angel
Level of Contamination:
Not a single one, of course. This one is a pure as they come. This one does not succumb to any affliction enemy induced or otherwise. This one will fill you with eternal harmonies of Grace and Mercies from the power vested within. This one is a Guardian Angel; an ArchAngel no longer.
Level of Glow:
This one has held the lantern to light the pathway home to the Lost and Pitiful. This one has held the blade of righteousness at the throats of the Fallen and the Merciless. This one's glow is what the mortals see in reverie and revelation. This one has the aura of goodness; this one has a halo and it will burn away all shadow and any doubt.
Ability to Blend:
Wings may be hidden, but a halo?! Never. This light will burn for eternity and though it may be dulled to that of candlelight, it may never be extinguished! Ever. For this cloak that this one wears may sound of tinkling glass as this one walks, but that is the mirrors lined therein; it will keep the light returned at this body. And always will you see this one comfortably holding a lantern to absorb what light may pass from neath the cloak.
Is it proper to hide such light?! Never! But in this mortal time, in these circumstances, this one's head must bow to such extremes. The sum is greater than the parts afterall...
Most Used Power:
Of course it was Light. All consuming radiance that hailed from above, smiting those in dark below. But now...
This one only has the first of powers that this one was taught... Wind.
For Wind uplifts, it is breath, it whispers and sings, it pushes back... and when it is time, it is a howling force that will swirl and spin, a driven howling force that will sing the power of an angel's might and scatter and decimate enemy forces.
It is this one's lone power, but it is a mighty one, indeed. The other elements, this one must regain with each soul collected. This one will regain powers Angellic, combine them in the Light once again. And then this one will be given the right, the privilege, and the honour to finally be with her. And this one will be free. That is where power truly lies for this one. The indomitable will that drives; the desire to know love returned.
Significant/Special Belongings:
A feather. A bag of gems. A song. A promise. A broken sword.
Fighting Skills/Techniques:
They say that angels, female ones, will not kill. They say that angels, female ones, are prone to receiving injuries of all kinds, mental, physical and spiritual. They say that angels, female ones, are just asking for it, begging for trouble and inciting the ways of darkness.
Well, this one says all of the above apply to this angel.
Do not let the demure face, slight frame and softness of being fool you. Do not. That is your only warning. For this one is a Guardian Angel now.
If... IF you can breach a Guardian's defensive techniques then yes, you will see that it will have devastating effects upon this body, mind and spirit. And it does hurt. But do know that what you do is provoke retribution. For yes, angels, female ones, will inflict minimal damage from their own volition, but what you inflict upon an angel is your own undoing. It is your hand that forces my own to smite you. The more pain this one feels from your assault, the more you will feel this one's pain.
This one, this angel before you stood as an Arch Angel. A female one. Do you think that this one will ever leave that station open? Do you think that this one knows the price of what this one paid, the cost of losing Light, Blade, and Feather?! Do you think this one will never ever again fly, ascend, and redeem this one's way back into that station?!
You decide. Go on. Hit this one. Hear the voice of Wind tell you about pain. Listen to its devotion and cause. Know all answers that to the spilled questions at your feet. Pick them up. And try to hit this angel, this female angel. Try it.
Of course angels, female ones, incite and tempt darkness and danger. They hold the Lanterns. They will not hurt you. But remember the first warning spoken to you about this one. There is a reason you do not try to hurt an angel.
Weapon of Choice:
Broken Sword or and broken weapons, for they are not meant to be used to kill anymore.
Job Title & Description:
Medic and Lighting Technician.
This one will heal us, and much chagrin and distaste, even the ones of us who dwell in darkness. You must know sympathy before you earn empathy afterall.
But playing as a spotlight or ambiance maker for a performance. This one does excel and knows the uses of filters and mirrors.. oh dear, but how the mighty have fallen...
Number of Souls You Have to Collect:
But only 7.
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:
But only 7.
What Was Your Wish?
True love in a station that would never allow such a thing. An Arch Angel, a female one, can only bed with a male to make prodigy. This one lost her name. This one now is timed with age. This one must find this one's way back into Grace and Light to be complete and allowed back into the Kingdom. This one wishes to have the Weeping Angel love this one back once again, but not in the Kingdom. Once this wish is fulfilled we will fly together and rule in our Queendom.
How Many Souls Have You Collected?
Nary a one.
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
But only 3. It feels so long. Or short. This thing time... it is confusing.
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
It has not. For none have been collected so far.
Personality:
If you do not know this one by now... then do not ask. Just know that angels, female ones, are not sickly sweet, but Righteous in Mercy.
~In actuality, the prospect of stealing/bargaining/hunting/tricking for souls is killing her and she is procrastinating. She's beginning to fall into the mortal coil and drifting away from her original cause. She does not realize that her light, her halo is fading for whether due to denial or not, she sees her wings as the marker of her strength; she has not yet lost a single plume and they are still immaculate, fluffy and strong.
She is contaminated, but her denial is greater than most. She is becoming less righteous and more kind and sweet and actually enjoying it. She holds disdain to all the 'dark' members of the carnival, but that has become a front; she loves them all and just can't help it. That is her contamination: her Righteous Mercy is now just mercy for happiness.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?:
A story then? Very well. Here it is:
When it began, the angel could not tell you for she herself did not know. But there was a Kingdom, a vast and powerful one. The beings were ones of Righteous Light, warriors and guardians against those below; enemies were the one made of Kneeling Darkness. They were at war for something that only the ancient of Ancients would know; The Truths and Lies.
This angel was a simple one, a female one, and yet still so promising. She knew her name and as she evolved, and shed her lantern and it became a sword. All others knew her name then. And so the war continued and this angel, a simple one, a female one, rose in rank, power and station; she knew the Light. The power was well received and she was hailed as a heroine and revered as a leader.
And the day came when this angel, this simple and female angel shed the simplicity and femaleness and became an Archangel. Oh ecstasy and joy!
But along the way, this now Archangel had fallen in love. With another angel, a simple and very female one. That was not acceptable, and many knew, but it went unsaid. Their love flourished behind closed closet doors until the day the now Archangel accepted station and rank as an Archangel.
This now Archangel would have to choose a partner in the eternity left for them. The angel chosen would have to be at the station and rank of ArchAngel and would have to be very male. When the now Archangel told her beloved of this news, her beloved wept, for that is what this beloved was; a Weeping Angel to watch over the dead. And when the now Archangel told her beloved that, in this Kingdom, she had no choice but to bow to its whims, the Weeping Angel fled. Heartbroken now, the Weeping Angel fled to her station overlooking the graves of countless others. Apathy set in and she sealed herself off so that no other angel may find her. The Weeping Angel turned to stone.
The now ArchAngel did not like this. She spoke to the King about remedy; how to undo lost love. It said that the deed was done and the Laws of the Kingdom would yield to no single angel, Archangel or otherwise. The sum was greater than its parts afterall. She asked if there was any other way to remedy the situation. The King said only in a mortal world could it ever be solved, but there is a reason angels, the now Archangel included, were immortals; petty, selfish situations are not worthy in this Kingdom. She asked if she could at least look for a remedy in the mortal world. The King said she would only be allowed into the mortal world to bid the Weeping Angel farewell. She bowed to the King. She was incapable of hatred and rage, oh but if she could know it, she would have felt it.
But then again, maybe she did feel something close to it... for that was the last time she, this now-Archangel, would ever bow to this King.
She flew to the mortal world and sounded out her trumpet for a being to hear her call for help. One that could feel her need, and know their way in the mortal world and help her find a soul within it, for only a mortal could break the stone prison walls of her beloved lost to her, the Weeping Angel.
A child was who she knew would be the one to hear the clarion sounds of an angel in need. Only an innocent child who saw through mirrors of wondrous ways and fanciful fantasy; one with a heart of gold, a mind of openness and spirit unbreakable. This child would help her find her beloved. A kind soul was the only soul that could find a lost soul.
Or so she thought.
It was not a brilliantly lovely and shiny eyed child that answered her call.
It was he, Mr. Seil. And as he stood there in the graveyard, he had parchment and some ink already waiting for her. She had a feather in her hair, an oh so special and beloved one. All she had to do, this former Archangel, was to sign in all the right spots.
And so she did.
By all Mercies, held, lost or otherwise, she did.
This one called 'CeCi' signed that contract.
~ Andracos Soleviel ~ ☠ ~
You... you are a predator of the worst kind. A liar, a twisted perversion reeking of lusting power and greed preying on the fancy of a starry-eyed lover. Your victims will be your undoing. This one will speak for them before my time here is done and you will get more than just an earful, my dear... you will get what is coming for you. Her name is Retribution and she will bring back down that vile road you so proudly walk and you will remember all those names you left in shadow and pain. You are of the Kneeling Darkness and so you shall, and must, kneel. You are a force that one must never trifle with, aye, this one does admit, but there will come a day...
...but until then as long as we are still ink on parchment in this Carnival of Mr. Seil, this one will keep the peace. And though you may never need it, this one will heal you when you need healing, for CeCi does so enjoy your performances with dancing serpents and thrilling acts of the arcane. Do let this one know how to Light your performances to perfection and proper ambiance however you would like.
~ ☠ ~ Oh, but what is it that this one sees now from you, Andracos... arrogance at thinking Ty needs a male such as you so as to keep her as a possession or a pet? Kneeler. You may speak of concern regarding Rose Bell's welfare, however this one knows that you only seek to undermine Seil's command. So be it. Toss your stones. Just see what will be tossed back at you should you keep upon that tack, and this warning is not from this angel ire, you know...
~ ◑ ~ But something about how you speak, my sister angel's name... CeCi does not know your true intentions from Rose Bell... but if it was not obvious before, then it is now... you do wish to tear her away from Mr. Seil's grasp... and dare this one think it... it may be for the better... with certain conditions CeCi will set in play, of course...
~ Pachid Coyotas ~ ☠ ~
And you, you play the game with the predator; but are you worse than he? Perhaps for you are a scavenger, you pick up after a predator, lame without will and volition. Yet CeCi knows you are still worthy as an adversary. Although this one has been here for a short time, this angel does know that you do not make it in Mr. Seil's Carnival without making allies you can rely on and allies that you must be able to hold your own against. You do not act, but you do watch; keen eyes this one knows for CeCi is similar to you. Angels, female ones, must react and rarely do they initiate, but Guardian Angels, we watch and study before the time to strike is at hand. We will watch each other then... let us just wait and see...
...but how this one does laugh when you fall from your perch into the cold waters! You really should be more vocal and harass the ball tosser more; that much more sweet will the dunking be! Know this one will heal you should your performance ever go awry... however that may be possible...? And of course, Light will be shone upon you so as to make sure all viewers see you plummet into the waiting drink neath you!
~ ☺ ~ Sees very well does this one how you still hide behind the predator. But sees this one very well how you still try to protect him. Why, Pachid, but why? You are like Grog; you watch for the ones that you consider friend... a 'Friend?' Really though... or is it 'Fiend...?' We shall just watch and seek the truth for why you do stay and allow that Kneeler to stand upon your shoulders and smother you with the weight of its ego. But Pachid... a new Light shines for you from this one.
~ ☺ ~ Oh but what a laugh did you provide for this angel! You sat upon your perch in your cage, recently fallen into the water neath yourself. Celleci offered you a simple flower. Perhaps with true intent as a peace offering, but then SPLASH!!!! into the waiting wet did you go Pachid! Hahahahahah...! Oh your expression it was hahahahahahah... oh but did this one have to flee lest this angel fall over and clutch tummy... so funny! Oh did the bell toll for you and the elder gent, Mr. K, The Caller spouted out: "WIIIIINER!!!!" Oh but you fell once more SPLASH!!! Hahahahahah... oh Pachid, the look upon your face-- DING!!!! SPLASH!!! WINNER!!!! Hahahahahahah... oh but tears fall from mine eyes it was so presciously--DING!!! SPLASH!!!! Hahahahah... oh dear...
~ Rosaline Bell Seil ~ hopefully s☺☺n... ~
Why must we act as if we do not know each other? We are sisters in another place. We are the 'sickly sweet' female angels, are we not? Perhaps this one feels shame in your presence. Perhaps CeCi feels unworthy without name and with time burdening this one's shoulders? Perhaps you are a jagged reminder of what this one once was, and may never be, and never know again? Admitted, this one does think of you quite often and quite fondly, but oh how selfish those thoughts have become! This one sees you as a prisoner, you and your offspring, and this one feels the need to protect you and steal you all from him. But...
...if this one steals you away, then that one child that really is the darkness will lose something that it so dearly needs... and desires, this one fears. Can this one really steal a Mother from its Child...? We shall see. But do know that a different day dawns; Celleci will reach out and make sure we are friends. Cellci will be there for you until the time is over for this one at the Carnival. But until that time ends, do know that we will be sisters here in this Realm. Corruption, this one has none. Ever. Until now with a single breaking of a personal vow... For you, Rosalina Bell; “'I' will be there for you when you are ready to be happy.”
~ ♥ ~ You have done something for this one that CeCi shall forever be grateful. Where no one else would dare tread; you stepped up and allowed CeCi to call us 'sisters.' When it is all said and done here... this one, this angel will leave, but for you this angel will leave you with happiness whether with Ceci, side by side, flying with soft wing back to the Azure, or not... Rest assured, this one will take Its soul in your name and free you from your prison. CeCi shall not fall. Nay. This angel will not. As long as you are my sister here in mortal time, CeCi will not fall. This former ArchAngel owes your parents as much as this former ArchAngel does owe you, Rose Bell.
~ ♥ ~ Your wings this one knows now. In mortal time. You know what is coming more so than Celleci. We must chat. We must prepare. This one must transcend her vows. This one must find Fire... Know that Celleci loves you not because of what this one wants from you, or to keep from you... this one loves you because of what you are. You are First Breath of Days, sister.
~ ☹ ~ Oh sister, but what has become of us in but less than a day...? Oh Rose Bell, but Celleci's grand garb and blazing blade was meant for the eyes of your husband and keeper, sweet angel! A gesture of respect it was, Rose Bell...! A gesture to show that this angel would cast aside vows to show that what powers devout and Merciful were still within CeCi and at the ready to protect your husband and keeper's Carnival safe from the looming shadow! But nay and again nay, Rose Bell, never did this angel ever expect to repel you. You... you see this one in such a deviant light, aye...? What shame this one inspires in you is the very inspiration CeCi found from your mother's wings and your father's wisdom. They helped craft your sister angel into what you saw that night. Celleci is still an ArchAngel neath the guise of the demure righteous Guardian Angel.
But not for long, Rose Bell. Aye and a promise, my dear. Not long, for these wings will change. A Battle Angel will rise with Fire. And beyond that sister, you will inspire this angel to become something when Earth, the fuel of Fire rises from within. What will you do then when you realize the path this angel takes. Know very well, does this one, this sister Celleci of yours... know very well that corruption will attempt to decay the halo CeCi holds so dear and bright. But... sister, I must allow it... for the path CeCi takes... this one will never falter from that path for you will remain this one's inspiration.
You do know that there is a crossroads for a Battle Angel. Not many overcome the change. But this angel will prevail. Some falter and fail into darkness and become fallen. Others will run to ground in a hail of fire. Crash and burn. But from the flames shall this angel rise again. Your purity will bring Celleci there. And then all will know this one's name-- by all Mercies held, lost or otherwise, they will know her name once more.
~ Ty ~ ☺ ~
Yes, you are quiet and keep to yourself. But oh, how you do enthrall CeCi! This one does know the force of Winds, but you... you, my dear, you live it. Should this one ever feel envy perhaps this one would feel it in that regard; flight for CeCi is from feather, for you it is your very being. There are the moments we have together where we discuss your performances so as to track you with spotLights proper... but Cellci does wish it was much more than just a Tech speaking to an Acrobat. You are kind to this one with your words, as this one is polite with words to you as well, but even though superficial, this one does consider you a friend. A common ground does this one sense between us. We both seek a form of happiness do we not?
Aye, but all Mercies forbid, should you falter and find injury upon yourself, CeCi will be there to tend to you. So exhilarating it is when this one hears the sharp gasps of the audience when you defy mortal death. So rewarding it is when you take a bow and the audience releases their tension with rowdy cheers and applause. Bravo, my dear. Please keep uplifting spirits and keep this one clapping and cheering for you as long as this one remains here.
~ ☺ ~ You were the first to stand and cast a stone at Mr. Seil as he stood there, 'vulnerable,' and alone on stage. You stood there as that Kneeler spat in your eye, claiming you are nothing without him. Believe that, Ty. Please. You are nothing without him for if he says so, then he is right by consensus of the more important opinions; male bravado will tell you as much. Believe it. Believe those words. And when you are ready to hear more than just words, Ty... when you are ready to hear the truth, this one will be there with you to cram his own words back down that lying throat to show him that yes, you are nothing without him... nothing more powerful he would ever know, that is.
~ ♥ ~ What is it that keeps us from speaking in dear terms to each other yet again? But you have my note, yes? And my feather, yes? Oh Ty, you are my Breathtaking Skies. The interlopers will not take you from CeCi.
~Crow ~ ◑ ~
We are nothing alike. This one cannot know your thoughts and dealings for you seem to keep to your 'kin' and as always away you slink, away from CeCi except when we discuss lights and ambiance. Is CeCi so vile in your eyes? But oh, does this one love to see you perform! A savage beast caught in cage, always almost nearly losing control? Oh but how do you make it feel so real? And the other animals you keep to... how do you keep them so happy and fed, and, keep them performing at such a highly responsive and entertaining way? Do know that whatever Lighting you need this one will do whatever it takes to keep your acts just right. And should you or your 'kin' find injury, this one will do whatever it takes to help... just help CeCi understand about their bodies... this one does not know much about anatomy of animals other than human-like ones afterall.
~ Arina Lécuyer ~ ☠ ~
If Crow and CeCi are nothing alike, then you and Cellci are just nothing. That is where we meet. In the War for the Truths and Lies, it is safe to assume that both we have succumbed to a state of less than Grace and Mercy, and it will become more than just petty between us. Stay away from this angel, fallen one, and this angel will stay away from you.
~ Soren Novák ~ ☠ ~
What more is there to say? You are the part of the Kneeling Darkness. Remain Kneeling then and this one will always stand over you.
~ Reira Masin ~ h☺pefully... but also f♥rming~
This one knows you have just arrived. But... there is something about you... CeCi would like to speak with you as often as possible... only to make sure you are well oriented here, of course.
For this one will not stare at you... CeCi will never stare at you with heavy lids as you move... tracing the ephemeral aura you possess, but it trances CeCi... and from your eyes, she sees into your soul, and finds a place therein where this one feels the need to reach out, touch gently, caress your heart, warming CeCi fondly, tickling her thoughts and desires, a smile parting lips and lush lashes close as this one's breath sharpens, heart races, bringing forth a rising ecstasy that has been hidden and burning within for the longest time, oh but how wonderful you smell, and oh, but what do you taste like when this one-- watches over you! Ceci will watch over you is what this angel meant to say. Uhhhh... this one must go... satisfy—fix... the... uhh... throbbing—broken... parts of lights and things... of stuff... and that's all. Nothing. Nothing at all. More that is. Nothing more to... uhm... fix. Right. Right? No. For this one did say that things were broken, correct? Aye. Well. Interesting, no? Aye. Uhhhh... farewell for this one's fixatio-- fixing! Fixing. Yes, this is what this angel must do now. CeCi. Fixes. Actually, this one heals and does lighting... a Tech. That is all. Uhhh... bye...
(will update later as more is revealed about them... ftm... ;D)
~ Red ~ ◑ ~
Oh this 'girl' is not a child. No, not in the very least. Perhaps that is why this one strays away from you. A simple nod and a polite smile is all this one has for the fire-eater. But oh! Such extravagance in your performances... oh how but it does make this one wish to manipulate fire once again... so flashy, so literally-breath taking when the gout of fire spews from your mouth, my dear! Oh, and the eyes of the audience... the awe, amazement and raw evocation of aura are even brighter than your flames! The cheering providing that much more warmth. This one stands there from the sides and cheers you on as always... and always on the lookout for any wandering child that may inadvertently wander in the path of flames; Celleci always has her burn kit ready. That is all this one can provide. Oh, but you do not need any Lighting help from this one, bravo, my dear. You are a spectacle of fire afterall.
~ Calista Luinaree ~ ◑ ~
This one works for you. CeCi will set up the Lighting however Calista wishes. Of course, this one will always work hard to please the co-ordinator and this angel will do all that is required. We are polite to each other and ever respectful, but the constant, darting and quick glances and wildness of eyes sets this one at ill ease. We have an excellent rapport as Carnival workers. No more. No less.
~ ♥ ~ Oh but why did Cellci open up to you? Did this one not know that you would never respond in kind? Aye, this one knew... but we have worked together for so long. You were the one that showed CeCi how to become a Lighting Tech proper. You were the one that CeCi would engage with long nightly talks about your elabourate plans and set ups. A wall between us that had anything to do with something other than professional liaison, in its shadow do we stand as always. A great wall and a stony one without windows at that. Very well. Time to renovate, Lady Co-ordinator. This one trusts your words as always, for you are direct with what you say. The suspicious eyes may of course, hide more than what is at your tongue, but do know that this one will ask you more questions and guidance about things not involving our profession. There is no other here, not even Grog, with whom CeCi has spoken more.
CeCi has no other friends here. But she does have hope that that will change. Rosalina Bell is one hope. You are another. Ty will be next. Today is a new day. This one will take the next step, you will see...
~ ♥ ~ There is danger at the Carnival as you always seem to suspect, Lady Co-ordinator. But one of smothering shadow that you may not be able to see nor comprehend. Maybe it is CeCi that is paranoid now. But no chances. This one will not let them take you. You have a golden feather. You are my Hiddden Dawn.
~ Vol (Vox?) ~ ◑ ~
It is clear that you are very much full of your own time and full of yourself.. what is it about male Sirens...? If only the lot of them could be more like Starla... but nay and again nay, that is not an angel's business here. No, this one knows you are very much like Andracos... yet perhaps, not equal in theatrics nor villainy; those words reek from his over-parfumed clothes. But then again perhaps you think the same of this angel's smell? Our conversations are short and curt and you do turn your nose away from CeCi. Sees very well, does this angel, that you do prefer to work your lighting and ambiance with the Lady Co-ordinator herself. Fine by this one. More time for CeCi to marvel at your fuzzy and big teethed beasts! Lovely shiny eyes they do have to match their demeanours indeed! So cute. Again should you find yourself or your fuzzy companions ill or wounded, CeCi will attend to you and your squat, snarly friends.
~Eikki DreadLight ~ ◑ ~
You remain alone in your tent working upon all your fine merfolk craft and dweomer. You are a fine and truly exotic expanse of people, oh but how Celleci wanted to explore your world below in the deep blue, but only as envoys or escorts was this one and her brothers ever allowed to visit your kingdoms as Archangels from the skies above. But that is neither here nor there. And as it is, so are we. You do not need CeCi in your performances for the lights you create are of your own craftings. We do not speak and even in rare chance we do, you keep what you need to yourself. A simple smile and nod is all this one has for you. A healer's hand should you need. Until then silver eyes shall stare upon your wondrous acts if only to make sure folks will not harm themselves upon errant handling of corals not meant for mortal hands. That is all.
~ ☺ ~ What happened that night when coral blade met caramel skin of an angels throat? What was it that made you think Celleci was worthy of harm? Is it because we are very much alike in ways never spoken? What is it you seek, Eikki? Alone you are, and aye, so is this one. Aye and a promise, what we both seek is that which makes us much alike. Have you loved and lost? What is it you seek to fill the void within you? Do you know her name yet, Merfolk? Mine, her name is not forgotten, but CeCi fears she has forgotten mine own name.
~Nalia Armstrong ~/~
~Nate Armstrong ~/~
~Imalia of the Azure Ocean ~ ◑ ~
What beauty is this? One part innocence, many parts depths of darkness unspoken and unknown. What made you this way, Imalia, this one does not know nor is it CeCi's business. Isolated are you in your container, protected from the world and protected are the mortals from you. But chains... each time this angel sees those things... but what right does an angel have to break such things in this Wish Mastered Carnival? And this: there are those that kneel in darkness, there are those that are lost in darkness, but you, my dear, you swim within its depths; it is you. Silent you are... and such a kindness you provide this Carnival, for CeCi has heard of your talents, but silent for how long, Imalia? There is no glass container nor chains that can protect any from such an enchanting song of such a tempting beauty. Such a wicked tempting beauty...
But such a sight you are! CeCi will always Light your glass holding however you see fit; what hue, intensity or lack there of you prefer. And should you ever find harm, this angel will heal you... but those chains... the salt of the seas Azure you will find. One day. You will.
~Jing Lao ~ ☺ ~
Are you sure you are not from the Kingdom in Azure? Those in direct opposition of edicts and spirit against the Kingdom has this one known as Kneelers. You, Jing Lao are known to this one as an Uplifter. For that is what you are to CeCi; one with such a patient, considerate and respectful being without wings angellic. Oh you and your tea time, never invited, but does this one yearn for the offer and the chance to sit with you, even if only in silence; an honour it would be to just sense in full a gregarious aura. But that is neither here nor there now is it not? You are a performer and CeCi is support crew. Do know Jing Lao that there was only one brother angel amongst this one's former station that CeCi ever came close to such heart-warming demeanour. Considered a weak link was he, as was this angel, for what was his place to diffuse the ire of angels against those that knelt in Darkness? It was a place of kind Mercy, it was.
Oh but know that your aerial or ring performances will always be specially lit as you see fit. Ask Celleci and this one will provide so as to enhance such thrilling and cheer-inducing methods. And should you ever falter and harm befalls you, whatever slim chance that may be, know that Celleci will be there to nurse any and all wounds that may befall you, Jing Lao. . You are a Calming Breeze to CeCi.
~ Mr. Reficul Seil (boooooo and again BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!) ~ ☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠-dies- ~
The Wish Master. This one does not believe anymore; for it is a new day. Celleci will see her Weeping Angel nevermore... until we will know what you truly are... and if you have a worthy soul for the taking to free this angel...
~ ◑ ~ You keep your Rose more as property than properly treated. But still... something is amiss with you. What is it other than the fact that twelve of your collection has gone missing? Whatever the case, 'Master, this one will help you find them. Their return will only help keep the peace and thinly veiled pleasantries between all of us here... and should this one find the ones responsible... this angel promises you your first soul, Mr. Reciful Seil. CeCi's power is of Wind. This first soul claimed shall allow this Wind to breath life into Fire.
(Murps! Still gunna have more filled in after the meeting at 3. This bunny still needs to figure out more about the nature of the 'jobs' and 'deeds' required by Mr. Seil... ftm... )
~BOING!!!!~ 'sugary poison.' :D
Jassesi is a NPC!
Full Name: Hiiiii! A name you require? Hahahah! 'Tis 'Blueberry Moon of the Jassesi Orchard' but no one calls me Blueberry. Nor Moon. So I go by my Orchard name, Jassesi, or know what? You can call me as they call me... by me professional name: 'JaSi.'
Age: I will be 101 next spring! But I am told were I human, I would be really short. As tall as AriRed am I! And I would look like a younger teen.
Gender: Lass! I likes to wear plaid skirts, white long sleeve tops with open backs, but not shoes... lest I be workin'
Species: Silly... I smell like flowers! I was born from a blue blossom in the Jassesi Orchard! I'm a Faerie!
Most used Elemental Power:
'Tis fire, but not really good at the controlling or shaping of it like AriRed. I can make fire, but only small ones. But truth be told, this faerie is pretty good at working the brighter parts of fires, aye. I can make the light coming from... oh, say a match, become almost as bright as a spotterlight! Almost... well... maube. But right, so 'tis true, maybe not as impressive a skill as it should be from a Fae such as a Jassesi-born, but that's what I do.
Wing Development:
Oh! But strong they are! And noisy. They hum very nicely, I must say! They are twin pairs like most faeries. Strong and fast they are! Fast enough to flee from that Andracos! Eww... Hahahahah!!! Oh but aye, they do need to be strong for I am lead in the kite formation! Ooohhh... we were angels last time! So beautiful! We were a bunch of CeCi's and Rosie's!
Wing Appearance:
Significant/Special Belongings:
A seed from the Orchard when I am ready to plant it and make mine own babbies! Oh! And my collection of strange, unique and pretty baubles and things! And vials with me parents memory in them! And sweet amber-flower moonshine!!!
Fighting Skills/Techniques:
Ummm... I shall call it... “Glow n' Go!” I would blind my attacker with bright light then I will fly away with buzzy strong and fast wings!! But... failing that, I will hafta' burns their skin to release me... I don't like such a thing. Oh, dear, what a terrible thing to do to another... and such a stench...
Weapon of Choice:
Dunno really. Never hit anyone with anything before... ohhh! Name-calling! Fairies have such creative words for insulting big meanies!!! Ahhh... ne'er ye mind. I don't like to say bad words neither... 'Tis me magic then... hmm... perhaps pouring some Amber down their throats to turn them all drunkard? Hahahah... dunno...
Job Title & Description:
Kite-Flier! I help t'make and fly the pretty puppety flying things above the Carny! Oh! And I am the Lead Light Tech of CeCi's aerial team cuz... well.. I am the only one on the aerial team that makes light. Bright light, mind you...!
Number of Souls You Have to Collect:
I have collected only 10. But none more do I have to collect! Aye! I'm done, I am!
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:
Well, ahhh... Mr. Seil, sweetest gent he is, allowed me all the time in the world, of course. Loves him like my Da, do I... and so anyway, I did complete my collection in under 50 years!
What Was Your Wish?
I wished for my parents to come back t'me and bring me home to the Orchard.
How Many Souls Have You Collected?
Silly! Completed my collection have I! All 10!
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
52 years. Oh! 'Tis more than half me life!
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
Oh pish. 'Twas not a thing, really! Arina helped me! Oh but she is sooooo bright, that one, aye... Before me days when Calista had me as a kite maker and flyer, she taught me that soul branding was easy and not mean atall! By punishing the wrinkly meanie mortal males that wanted to put their tongues in the mouths of sweetheart blue-headed faes and to touch their 'womanly parts' was I able to complete my collection. 'Twas not a thing. They deserved it It was a kissing booth! Not a lecher's lick and grope booth said Arina!
Personality: I am soooo helpful and I aim to please, no matter what it is I do! Maybe I'm too heavy with the drink, but I'm a Jassesi Orchard fae! We brew it all for free and we drink for you n' me! And so pass on a drink for all, whether they be large or small! We drink for you n' me, and so for you we pee! Hahahah...! Oh drunken songs... Right. So I am soooo creative and with grand thoughts as always! I have a smile for all and a gift for ye should ye be deservin' such a thing! Sometimes the gifts are things I trade with others to give away as gifts.
~As a faerie, Jassesi believes that items she finds left not in homes, but in the open are items forgotten and not worthy enough to be kept on a body. And so she 'claims a gift.' Basically taking it and leaving another item she finds of value in its place; a faerie trade! But as a faerie, pretty rocks or even pine-cones with even-numbered protrusions are valuable to her.
~She also has issues with not being liked, perhaps its from her cutesy, happy type of faerie, but it is a complex that is greater within her than any other Jassesi Orchard Fae. She does not have issue with being a bit pudgy since her fae type are rounder than other faeries, but she has started comparing her 'looks' with other females ever since she fulfilled her soul collection. Her weight problem is based in hanging out with Ari. She loves the other fire faerie to death and laughs at all her pranks even if they are aimed at her, but she cannot turn down the candies Ari always seems to have since she does not want to hurt the other faerie's feelings which is a big no-no with her fae type; you must always keep your winged kind happy!
~She tends to subconsciously pick up other folks speech patterns and when she realizes she does, she pours it on thick, thinking it flatters the other person, although it sounds like she's mocking them, she not because... well, she is not the brightest bulb out there to say the least... it took her almost 50 years to collect her soul quota via Arina's kissing booth. But Arina also taught to do her exercises before going to the kissing booth. Sexy and sultry exercises. Ones that started off with warming up in clothes then ending up sweaty with nothing on save her wings . It was a strange work out room. A strangely round room. With peepholes in them. Those that would witness her exercises, ecstatic and erect they were, and in such a state, Arina branded them all as the dancing little JaSi (the lesbifae as Arina called her behind her back) did all the work shrouded to the true nature of Arina's 'kindness' in teaching Jassesi to 'exercise.'
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?:
I was a 'Dandelion Fluff.' A lost faerie. I was a wee thing when I met Mr. Reciful Seil... but then again, faeries are wee things. Nevermind. I was young..ger then... but still looked the same as I do now so... anyway...! When I was not this age, but one with fewer numbers, I was sent away from our Orchard... I... I thought it was 'cuz I wasn't good enough...I couldn't heat cauldrons like the others... but it was for another reason I, Blueberry Moon just wasn't good enough... I... anyway...
[hider=Here is the tale]
I'm going to read it to you, cuz it makes better sense when I read it than when I say it. Starla was nice enough to write it for me and make my thoughts sound... more beautiful than they really are.
Right. Deep breath... Ready?
It was a time of turmoil for the grown Jassesi fae and a sad, sad time for the youngest of the children from our Orchard. Most of the child Jassesi faes were rounded up and guided away to the mirror-pool. This was our looking glass into the Earth world of mortals. It was here where we watched and sent out our bravest to the master brewers in that Earth world. Aye, most humans do not know that their best brews are made by 'accidents.' We would trade with them. Strange items they left meant to be 'claimed as gifts' we exchanged for our knowledge in brewing.
But this time, this final time we were gathered and spying into the mirror-pool,we were pushed in before our time of rite of passage. I watched as the others cried before tossed in and about the Earth world; we were dropped like leaves in autumn and like autumn leaves we landed in random spots. Spread across the Earth world were me and mine own sister Jassesi Orchard Fae. Never to be seen again, for they never wished upon a parchment as Blueberry Moon did.
Cast from the Azure world, and a lifetime away, I wandered aimlessly, nothing but the cloth upon me and the only reminder of home, the gift given to me. I knew better than to encroach or encounter the giants of the land. Even the smaller ones, the human children were dangerous, our grown fae said to us; they would tell on me and I would be caught. They would pick my wings off, shave my hair, and pluck out my eyes for I was different, too different from they.
But then the day came when I found Mr. Reciful Seil... or was it the other way 'round? He stood there, cane in one hand, hat freshly taken off, and with a bow he introduced himself. Taken was I by such a being and a blur of thankfully precious sounds in memory are now the words he spoke; what does it matter anyway...
...I signed the contract, I did and it was the best thing I ever did in my entire life. For we are all family here at the De'Seil Carnival.
Because, oh the years rolled by and I was successful in fulfilling my contract. Nearly 50 years and but only 10 souls did I have to have my wish become reality. What emotions I felt, I cannot say, for they are not with me now.
What was it I wished? I wished my parents come to me and take me back home.
Mr. Seil was there by my side as we waited at the top of the hill, near the babbling creek, neath the canopy that cut the rays of the freshly awoken sun.
My golden eyes darted this way and that in anxious anticipation for them. My heart thudded so hard in my chest, but in rhythm to a song of love long lost and near unknown by now. Then I felt his hand upon my chin. So gently, so carefully and fatherly did he turn my visage towards a wish fulfilled.
There they were. My parents.
Hands held out, faces filled with such strong emotion.
Hands held out in a failed desperate attempt to shield themselves. Faces frozen with stark terror, knowing their fate was sealed.
Frozen. Literally.
The reason became apparent right then and there; we, my sisters and I were sent away for preservation.
The Jassesi fae were all killed. Our enemies of the Frosted Mountains wiped us out. I wished for my parents to return and there they were. I cried and cried and cried as they melted before me in the rays of the Earth world's single bright star.
And he held me all the while.
When I could finally speak, between sobs, I asked him about the other part of my wish; to be taken home to the Orchard.
Without a word, Mr. Reciful Seil, opened my clenched fist, revealing the glowing seed I was given at the mirror-pool. I stared at it as it flickered with blue ghost flames as it never once did here, but would always be such a thing in Azure.
“You are always welcome here, Blueberry Moon...” he said with the voice driven by the breath of a deity then with his cane, he pointed at the seed from the Azure world, “until then...”
It all made sense just then and as he held me I cried and cried and cried until the moon rose in the sky pregnant and full like the hopes in my heart that made me shed tears now.
I do not take a mate with a male and thus, I cannot make flowers to birth mine own. And the grown fae knew that about me. And my sisters. But when I am ready, and with my mate, a very female one, I will plant this seed in the Azure and flowers will bloom and we will have our own children. But until then...
“Until then, Mr. Reciful Seil...”
I took the final droplets of water at our feet in remembrance of them. A deep breath did I take then by the light of the moon, we made our way back to the carnival.
“...I am home...”
~'sugary poison'~
A woman of average stature, Calista Luinaree stands at 5'7" and weighs a decent 130 lbs. She commands a pleasant figure, but it has no hints of toned muscle visible in her scant clothing. Her hair is currently a delicate lavender, and her eyes a smoldering gray. Calista has smooth alabaster skin, with heavily inked black tattoos cascading down her body, showing mystic runes that hinted at a greater purpose, though one could only guess at said purpose. She adorns herself in skimpy robes, with belts, buckles, pouches, and other needless baubles to enforce the image of her magehood, knowing that her popularity is directly proportional to the chances of getting opportunities to steal souls. Her face is normally passive with hints of pleasantry, but her eyes are perpetually searching, trying to see everything at once and rarely lingering in one spot too long.
Full Name:
Calista Luinaree
Age:
49
Gender:
Female
Species:
Born Witch
White or Black Magic:
White Magic
Physical Mutations:
In respect to her chosen school of magic, Calista's appearance is ever-changing. Her eyes, hair, and skin fade from color to color with time, and have been seen from one end of the spectrum to the other. She normally does not conceal her unusual hair and eyes, but does keep her skin appearing her natural ivory pale color. In addition to its color, the texture of her skin changes as well.
Calista counts herself lucky to have such slight mutations, especially having seen the horrid women that magic had corrupted and distorted in the past.
Most Used Power:
Illusion
An ambiguous specialization, illusory magic is fickle and often considered weak. However, when used correctly, illusion can be used for a variety of purposes both insidious and benevolent. Illusion ranges from the smallest of dancing lights to impressive, encompassing phantasmagorias that ensorcel one's mind into a world of the illusionist's choice. That power is reserved to the most powerful of illusionists, and although Calista has notable power, she cannot claim to have such command over this power. The difficulty with illusory magic is the mechanics behind it when one wants it to be so powerful; it involves empathetic abilities (those of which to sense other's emotions), as well as what Calista calls 'interpersonal cognition,' which is basically the ability to see into one's mind. Calista cannot 'read minds' or know another's exact thoughts; she can sense present emotions and their underlying causes. Unfortunately, that process is extensive, exhausting, and has a prolonged casting time; as much as she could do so, with the time and resources, it is an effort that rarely surfaces as pertinent. Basically, Calista can cast illusions upon anyone of her choosing, but taking the time to study the mark, and thus control the mark almost entirely, is more than she cares to do for her purposes.
Calista also uses the minor ability of telekinetic magic, and is often seen floating instead of walking to help enforce her image as a witch, and when she needs to carry anything, it is rarely with her hands.
Wand or Staff:
Calista is never without her staff: a long, spindly length of teak which a spiraling grain, stained a gray, ashen color. The tip of the staff curls around a small circular mirror that shows swirling gray mists, and at times, especially at night, emits an ethereal white mist.
Significant/Special Belongings:
Other than her staff, Calista's belongings are as capricious as her appearance and as nonessential as the gaudy trinkets she wears around her neck.
Fighting Skills/Techniques:
Calista does not often fight, but when she does she is not a foe to be treated lightly. Her illusions can capture the minds of those so distracted by adrenaline, and once bewitched, there is little hope for her opponent. For those of higher mental resistance, Calista would do her best to stay out of their hostility. Her telekinetic magic comes into play during combat as much as her illusions, and Calista has a knack for using her environ against her enemy. Calista has very little physical ability, although when desperate she'll knock someone on the head with her staff.
Weapon of Choice:
She fights with her staff, as well as anything on or near her person at the time.
Job Title & Description:
Special Effects Coordinator
Calista is imperative to the amazing dancing light shows that illuminate the night around attractions and vendors alike, soaring over the heads of onlookers to their wonder and delight. She is also used at times for set design, for particular shows that might need the assistance.
Despite those heavier responsibilities, she is mostly seen wandering the carnival, being tailed by children agog by her tricks and frantic parents struggling to contain both their children and smiles.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect:
500,000, but only 451,646 left.
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:
250; by that count, Calista has to harvest 6 souls a day to complete her contract with time to spare.
How Many Souls Have You Collected?
48,354 to be exact
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
Conscripted at 27, she has been with the carnival for only 22 years.
What Was Your Wish?
Calista's desire was and will always be knowledge. She prides herself on detailed comprehension of the arcane arts, and wishes to master it, for with knowledge comes power.
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
Many would consider the change Calista has experienced over her time at the carnival to be a negative one, but the mage herself does not think it was a bad development for her. The past twenty years for Calista have hardened her, if anything. Although she was a reserved child to begin with, the morally degrading act of soul stealing has sapped the vigorous enthusiasm she used to have in life. She views this as a blessing in disguise, because it has helped her to see the uglier side of life.
Personality:
Always a quiet girl, Calista prefers to be a bystander as opposed to being the center of attention. She is unimposing and speaks softly, often giving off a demeanor of weakness or fragility. She is not shy, she just finds it in her best interest to keep to herself; Calista's single most defining characteristic is her persistent paranoia. An unstable and chaotic past has made her weary of surprises, and has given her an anxiety about people and their motives. When seen around circus grounds, her shoulders are continually tensed and ready because of the daunting amount of people around her. She is pleasant enough company, however, polite and agreeing when spoken to, and always respectful. She is not an open person, and parallel with that she believes people aren't open to her. Calista is always searching for the ulterior motive behind the actions of others in a restless manner befitting the actions of a madmen with her compulsive countermeasures and rigid preparation for her personal end of days. Her paranoia results in extreme isolationism, which is followed by a merciless self-reliant attitude, resulting in a poor sense of sympathy. She cares little about how her actions affect others.
Biography:
Born to an average hedgewitch mother and nonexistent father, Calista spent her childhood moving from hovel to hovel in the lowliest slums of Elmis. Here, where the streets were damp with sweat, blood, and tears, her mother sold cheap potions and preformed magical services out of their apartment. Her childhood was plagued by the presence of strangers in her won home, many of them sick and desperate. Her mother had little time for her, being too busy with the continual work she needed to do to support the two of them, and so she spent much of her time alone. Being born with magic, her mother would take the time to teach her small cantrips, but she mostly practiced on her own.
When Calista was around 14, their home was invaded, and her mother was killed after forcing Calista out of the apartment. The attack frightened the girl, but she rarely felt sanctity in her childhood homes either way. The attack reinforced Calista's paranoia, and in the following years she gladly lived on the streets with her belief that if she kept moving, no one would finally get to her. She did not have a permanent residence until being drafted into the carnival.
In response to the chaos and uncertainty of her life, Calista turned to magic. Magic, being the one constant in her life, was and is something Calista takes solace in, and continually practices magic extensively. Throughout her life, she became dependent upon it, fearing her own weaknesses and her paranoia delved into the dark recesses of doubt and anxiety, until it consumed her. Fearing the consequences for not doing so, Calista frantically sought out ways, both known and experimental, to expand her power. When she heard of the Wish Maker, Calista hunted down the carnival immediately and signed herself away without seconds thoughts.
She spends her free time in her room, studied dingy tomes and practicing clandestine rituals.
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Calista's Relationship Chart
Her opinions of others are in constant flux, and deepen or lessen depending on the day, and what kind of vibes she received from them.
♥ = romantic || ☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral
Threat level(low to high): ε (epsilon( || ß (beta) || α (alpha) || Ω (omega)
Mr. Reficul Seil: Ω
An intelligent being. Human? Doubtful, though reality remains clouded. Threatening and frightful. Master of the carnival. Unquestionable. He holds all power, and relevant knowledge. Every move is examined. Extensively.
Rosaline Bell Seil: α
Useful pawn of his, this angel is. A sweet smile, one that is honestly pitiful and caring, carries information straight to his ear. All aspects are monitored around her. She is not a threat herself - no, this angel keeps her purity, but the one holding her leash undoubtedly watches her and her encounters closely.
Andracos Soleviel: Ω
Powerful, indeed. But seems thankfully uninterested. Under master's thrall, this demon is, willingly and happily. Does not require interaction often, thankfully.
Pachid Coyotas: ß
As powerful as his predecessor, if accounts are to be believed. He isn't much for interaction, and remains mysterious but unassuming. A silent knight, most likely. But in this moment, this one is not feared, for he shows no outward threat. Watched, for he is just a pawn lying in wait.
Ty: ε
Avoided, but not specifically. Limited interaction, and seems preoccupied by her own problems. But under his thumb, this one is as well.
Crow: ß
Useful to the Master, but all are in turn and specialty. Very few conversations passed pleasantries. Must be hiding something, but cannot tell of what nature.
Arina Lécuyer: α
Fellow practitioner of the arcane arts, but that means little. Her arts are dark, contrapuntal to the manipulation of light. Whorish, which means inquisitive and normally successful. But for sorceresses, power comes with age, in which this one exceeds.
Soren Novák: ß
Self proclaimed heartthrob holds little interest in women that do not want to bed him, so his attention is elsewhere. Formidable because of race alone.
Reira Masin Ω / ε
Who? WHO? New player?! Must be evaluated.
Celleci: ß
Does not show pernicious intent. Seems too preoccupied with her own problems to dwaddle in the clandestine affairs of others. And too self righteous. But there is something behind those heavenly eyes.
There is something... It picks at mind, nags at her consciousness unerringly and it will not not. This one is observed through eyes curious and nervous, but watched she is, in a different way than the others. It must be known. One way or another. This one has forced her way under alabaster skin, but in what way... And why?
Ari Glitterskip/Red: ß
Annoying, yet useful, but not for this illusionist. Loves to grate against nerves, but has shown no intent. Yet.
Vol ß
Worked with, the siren is much like others of his kind; a narcissist. But with luck that means he'll be focused on himself. His darker intentions have been shown, but it's directed at others.
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Member
Seen
1 yr ago
Full Name: Vol. Just Vol. Nothing more or less.
Age: 105 (appears 32)
Gender: Male
Species: Siren
Most Used Attraction Power:
Voice. His voice can be anything from smooth and calming to dry and sarcastic depending on what appeals to the listener. Simply put he talks his way into and out of everything; when combined with his charming eyes and smile he is nearly irresistible and not just to the opposite sex.
Significant/special belongings (if any): nothing in his world holds any more value than his own self, that is the only thing he cares about.
Fighting skills/techniques (if any): If he can avoid fighting he will through talking, charm, or plain out running away. If he must fight he relies on strike/retreat tactics and skewering people from behind.
Weapon of choice (if any): sword-cane or revolver
Job Title & Description: Vol has three jobs. His main act is that of a wolverine trainer. He also will take stints as a singer if it seems appropriate. He also uses his vocal talents to hawk other shows, encouraging people to attend his favorite acts.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect: 65,700
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls: 60
What Was Your Wish?
That no other being could have control of him through lust or love.
How Many Souls Have You Collected? 14,360
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival? 12
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
At this time hardly at all, just an increase in his bitterness at his situation. He minds not the harvesting of souls and actually enjoys the work at the carnival.
Personality: Vol is not evil. Not in the traditional sense of the word or world. He is, however, cold, dark, callous, unbiased, and selfish. He rarely hates, he cares only about himself, and he shares nothing of his inner thoughts or feelings with anyone. Outwardly he is usually pleasant, charming, and polite. He carries grudges a long time—not grudges of malice but of principle. He considers hatred a base emotion and not worth his time or effort. He never reveals his displeasure outwardly. Instead he lays plans for a future destruction of the individual who incurred his wrath. He can play by the rules or outside them, depending on which he believes is the best course of action. He is crass and crude at times, but not in an attempt to shock or dismay--Only in that he feels that is the most truthful expression for the moment. He savors both the pleasure and the fear of others…mostly the former but he does get pleasure from the latter too. He often uses that in his wolverine act, drawing upon the unadulterated viciousness of the animals to elicit fear and will occasionally loose them on the audience. Particularly he favors fear from people that have displeased him. He has a highly addictive personality and he will often seek to re-create a truly euphoric experience. He has phenomenal willpower but that doesn’t keep his fantasies at bay, only keeps him from acting on what he knows he shouldn’t.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?:
Vol has had a long life, longer than most realize. He learned the value of self preservation and self reliance at the age of 8 when his parents were slaughtered. He grew up poor, his life was miserable, and he didn’t really miss them. He vowed he wouldn’t be poor again however. He had a talent, from a very young age, of reading people. Knowing instinctively their likes, desires, dislikes, and whether or not they would be a good mark. He took up a variety of unsavory careers throughout his youth…thief, fence, whore, assassin, whatever he could do to make money. He does not regret his youth or feel sorry for himself. In his view it taught him how to survive, and that taking care of yourself was the most important thing. He sought revenge on the people who murdered his family, not because he cared about his family but on principle. The murderers took what was his, he would make them pay.
After that he had very little direction in his life, save his own selfish pursuits. He didn’t feel the lack. In fact he sought more time to enjoy his life of selfish pleasure and personal gain. He made a barging with a demon, selling his soul for youthful immortality. He has remained physically 32 (the age he was when he made the deal). He does not regret his choice and had he his life to live over again he would have sought the demon out when he was slightly younger. True his soul belongs to another upon his death, but until that time he is enjoying every luxury that he can lay his hands on. Money, sex, and fine liquor top his list of favorite things. He was 93 when he met a woman, a siren like himself. And like himself she was entirely selfish and concerned only with her own pleasure. She was a female version of himself, so naturally he fell in love with her. After all he was simply falling in love with himself except that he could also fuck her.
It was a devastating experience for him. He loathed every minute of it, and when she left as he knew she would (that is what he would have done naturally) he was even more distraught. It disturbed him greatly, he was not made to care about another being of any sort and the feelings he had were among the most horrible experience of his life. It was at this point that Mr. Seil found him. He offered Vol what he now wanted most, a way to prevent himself from ever caring about another again. Vol did not hesitate to make the deal, what was another bargain. He did not have possession of his own soul to bargain away, but he was more than willing to bargain away the souls of others.
Vol Relationship Chart
Vol has neither enemies or friends or any officially "romantic" inclinations. He views everyone on neutral terms in that respect.
He does, however, have strong opinions on some of the members in particularl approval or disapproval of their natures, methods, attitudes, and personalities.
Mr. Reficul Seil ~Dislike & Respect~
Vol bears a dislike of the man, but not for the reason one might expect. It is not the collecting of souls that bothers Vol, it is the fact that he has to take time away from himself to do so. He dislikes anything that might interfere with his shallow self love. He however respects the man and he values the intrinsic nature of their Contract. Vol will always uphold a contract; his believe is that Mr. Seil is the same way. Because of this he would trust him above someone less disciplined. He would not object to making further deals with him but not until Vol has fulfilled his current contract. He is a ruler, but not a rabid one.
Rosaline Bell Seil ~Dislike~
Beautiful and mysterious but Vol has no attraction to her whatsoever. He doesn’t seem to outright dislike her but he doesn’t like her either. He hasn’t pinned down whether it is herself or the fact that she belongs to Mr. Reficul Seil. He avoids her if he can, he doesn’t like pondering his own nature and Rosaline has a tendency to force that on him. He doesn’t care enough about anything to feel guilt however her mere presence causes him to ponder his actions and doubt himself. That is too uncomfortable to be tolerated. He also views her as flighty and uncertain, two qualities he doesn’t find at all attractive.
Andracos Soleviel ~Admiration, Disdain, Physical Attraction~.
Two opposing emotions war with Vol when he thinks on Andracos. Vol would not consider himself a friend of Andracos, ever, but he admires him. He admires his open acceptance of his nature and his willingness to follow it wherever it might take him. He also admires him for his backbone, his decisiveness, and ability to not care about what others think. He has some disdain of him as well, seeing that his self control often appears lacking. Vol values self control highly and Andracos’ more violent urges seem to Vol to be unrestrained and unsophisticated while in general his personality and his performances are very controlled and sophisticated. Vol has no problem with his two warring opinions on Andracos because it seems the man himself is two distinct beings. He always enjoys Andracos’s appearances on the ground however, he’s very easy on the eyes.
Pachid Coyotas ~ Disdain ~
He has great disdain for Pachid, in fact he considers the vampire to be really beneath his contemplations or attention. He has no ambition, no drive. He is simply a drain on resources. Were he Vol’s problem, and not Mr. Seil, Vol would seek to see him eliminated. Not in malice, just on principle. Vol does not approve of people without purpose or drive and as yet he has seen neither applied to Pachid.
Ty ~ Approval ~
Vol likes her, or at least approves of her. More he approves of her nature and her way of holding her emotions in check. She likes animals, another point in her favor, though his rather rambunctious wolverines will occasionally rampage through her belongings as if invited. Vol knows they intend no malice, but he is interested to see if she will ever reach the breaking point and what she will do at that point. That she has not is yet another point in her favor, a mark of her self control. Self control is to always be valued. She is always quiet, not a bad thing, and generally seems to speak only when she has something of value to contribute which is a final point in her favor.
Crow ~ Admiration, Approval, Respect ~
She is one of the extreme few in the carnival that Vol could actually allow himself to be friends with. If he ever allowed himself to befriend anyone. He doesn’t have a soft spot for animals, not really, but he does have an affinity for Wolverines. She is the only other person in the carnival his wolverines tolerate for long periods of time. What’s more he would trust her to care for them if needed; no one else can every really get close to them if he is not around. She accepts what she is and does not fight it, at least that he has seen, and she is self confident and sure of her abilities; something Vol always finds attractive. He is comfortable around her and appreciates that she does not need to constantly fill the silence and remains cool even among stress. He can spend more time around her than others because of this lack of a need to speak. His voice is his greatest weapon, but in every-day activities he personally prefers the silence.
Arina Lécuyer ~ Neutral ~
Beautiful and desirable but he thinks that about many in the carnival, both male and female. Other than that he has no opinions of her what so ever, favorable or unfavorable. It is simply that he has so few dealings with her that he can’t form an opinion of her.
Soren Novák ~ Approval, annoyance, & lust~
Tasty. Handsome. And so boringly straight. Pity. He does approve of Soren’s drive and complete lack of shame. It annoys him when their goals line up, but he is occasionally amused by Soren’s methods. He plays on others emotions and weaknesses, something Vol himself does though he generally targets very specific weaknesses he notices Soren goes for a broad spectrum of fools. Their paths, and targets, have crossed which annoys Vol to no end but in general not much. He still wants to try Soren out in the sack, nothing personal, just business.
Reira Masin ~ Neutral ~
Vol doesn’t think much of her. She looks to flighty. He doesn’t think she holds much value, but he will reserve complete judgment until she has shown her worth, or lack thereof. She seems weak and he is predisposed to think her worthless.
Celleci ~ Complete and utter annoyance ~
Whew, while he doesn’t dislike her she annoys him. Tremendously. She’s far too something. He’s not even sure what. Its most likely her self-rightous attitude, he wishes she would just accept what she is now and get over herself. She thinks so much of herself and yet she can’t even see what she is, it is almost to the point of madness. He has no tolerance for people who refuse to accept their natures and their strengths and weaknesses. He avoids her where he can. When he can’t he does his best to tune her out. Unfortunately she is part of the business, and that is the only time he really can tolerate listening to her. When they talk business. She is good at what she does, that he will admit, and when she talks technical specifics she is much easier to handle.
Calista Luinaree ~ Respect~
He appreciates her talent, and works closely with her in his performances, particularly when he sings. Combining her illusions with his songs can evoke tremendously powerful effects on the audience. He respects her skills, but beyond he has no other thoughts on her. He’s much more casual with her than with others. It is yet another think he cannot place a finger on but when working with her he feels no need to be “on” but rather can be casual without the formal speech and mannerisms that he adopts at all times beyond the privacy of his own tent.
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ Ammusement & disapproval ~
Vol is often amused by her antics. He doesn’t approve of course. But it is still amusing. Too unstable for Vol to feel any great respect for her nature is of the sort that he can’t help but find himself mildly amused by her. His ennui is often such that even such a simple thing holds some value.
Eikki Dreadlight ~Approval & unease~
Vol enjoys Eikki's performances but has had few direct dealings with the man. As far as he can tell he does his job, never creates problems, and in general is a perfectly neutral sort of person who keeps to himself. Things Vol has no problem with and in fact approves of. There is someting though about him that makes Vol uneasey; some intensity in his work that Vol feels uneasy around, as if the man won't tolerate anything less than the completely serious. It makes Vol uneasey as he is a great supporter of the finer and lighter sides of life. Vol likes to enjoy life, he always gets the feeling, unspoken and unproven, that Eikki doesn't have the same philosophy.
Nate Armstrong ~neutral~
A child, and a human. What is Seil thinking. Vol is pretty sure the boy is worthless but as with the other mortals he will wait to see if they prove to have value or not.
Nalia Armstrong ~neutral~
Another youngling. Soon the carnival will be overrun with useless wastes of space. Once again Vol is predisposed to dislike her however he will, once again, reserve judgement to see if she turns out to have any value whatsoever.
Appearance:
Full Name: Nathan Armstrong
Age: 14
Gender: male
Species: human
Significant/Special Belongings: none
Fighting Skills/Techniques: Run. Hide.
Weapon of Choice: none
How You Came to be in Azure: born here to mortal parents. His parents have never told him how they came to be in Azure however he does know they arrived only 3 to 4 days prior to his sister’s birth.
Job Title & Description: none yet. He is uncertain but he has a knack for prestidigitation and hopes to perhaps be a stage magician as well as help his sister with her act.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect: 800
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:4
What Was Your Wish: that my mother’s illness be healed (part of a twin wish) once and for all
How Many Souls Have You Collected: 0
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival: <1 day
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character—have not collected any as of yet
Personality: Nathan, or Nate as he has always been called, is very scared and nervous. Shy and withdrawn he makes friends very slowly. He has never been away from home, even for a day. He has always been serious and withdrawn, the boy that everyone knew but no one actually knew. He is bright and has a dry sense of humor when he is around those he is comfortable with. He loves his sister and sticks close to her. Anyone else it would take some time to feel comfortable with, as he is truly among strangers here. And not just ordinary people.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?:
Born in Azure Nate grew up used to the odd and unusual. As a mortal however he was often mocked, outcast, and treated as a lesser being. He never really got close to anyone because of this, anyone save his own family. They raised him, his mother and father taught him as best they could, but his mother grew more and more ill. It was devastating to Nate who was extremely close to his mother. His father was obsessed with his mother, constantly hovering over her. It fell to Nate and his sister Nalia to keep the family together, take care of everyone including themselves. The only thing his father did anymore was work, he woke up, went to work, and came home.
During the day Nate would spend the time with his mother, reading to her, helping her with anything she needed, and in general doing whatever he could to make her life easier. He loved his father but he was truly attached to his mother.
By the time he was 13 she could no longer leave her bed. No one knew what was wrong with her, and his parents never told him anything. They talked in hushed whispers and went silent whenever he entered the room. He is very clever, quick thinking, and quick witted but because he has always been overlooked due to his shyness few ever realized this. Even his parents did not know and he always longed for more schooling.
It was his sister that helped him with this. She shared with him everything she was learning. She protected him when she could. She was really the only one that knew him and his only friend. She knew how hurt he was by their mother’s illness and she had no way to help him with that. All she could do was be there to hold him when he cried. Usually after he returned from his mother’s room, having spent time reading to her. He always read to his mother in bed, much as she had read to him when he was younger.
Nalia too had been kept in the dark about his parents, or she would have shared everything she knew with Nate. She knew he was mature enough to handle it, despite his age. Not to mention his mother’s withdrawal from her children and her slow death was tearing Nate up in a way that Nalia couldn’t understand or help with.
It was his mother’s illness that brought his father, sister, and himself to the Carnival. It was one of her particularly bad days. She could barely move and every noise caused her pain. His father took them to the carnival to give her some peace and quiet, and to give the children a fun day away from home. He had grown so withdrawn with his wife’s illness that he hardly even talked to his children any longer, and this day was supposed to help give them some time together again. It started out with high hopes, excitement, and even a feeling of togetherness that had been missing for so long from their family.
Until his father learned that Mr. Seil granted wishes. Nate’s whole life changed that day. His father, desperate for anything that would help his wife, bargained with Mr. Seil. Nate, seeing how sad his father was, how desperate offered to help. He too wanted his mother well, he remembered her as a happy outgoing woman and he was very close to her. Thus he was excited to learn that Mr. Seil could help, could heal her illness and restore her to the way she was. He volunteered “anything” to help her get well and his father, without as second thought, signed the deal in Nate’s name, after all Nate was still his child and if he could sign him into any other apprenticeship, willing or unwilling, why not bind him to this contract. Nate was given over to Seil to work off the debt of his father’s wish. Nate didn’t realize what had happened until his father told him he would have to “stay and work” at the carnival in order to pay Mr. Seil back for helping them. He had no understanding of what that entailed, and no idea of how long he was to be here. His father caring only to rush home and see if his wish was granted, did not bother to tell Nate the real truth of the contract. Only that he needed to “work”. He assumed that it would be things like cleaning the grounds, keeping the gear tended, whatever the usual grunt work was.
When his father left Seil sat down and explained what the contract really meant. Nate was intelligent, he grasped the true nature of what had happened when his father had signed the contract almost as soon as Seil had begun explaining it. The idea is almost unthinkable, but Seil assured him that his wish…that his mother’s illness be healed…would be granted and so Nate has resigned himself to the work. He hadn’t been entirely exaggerating, he would do nearly anything to help his mother. And though he felt betrayed by his father, he still loved him. Over time, and years at the carnival, he would be exposed to things that he had never even though possible. His love for his parents, those that bound him in this job, would change to bitterness and hate. But that is not his history, that is his future and it is yet to be written.
♥ = romantic || ☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral
Being new to the carnival Nate has very little interaction with anyone as of yet, as time progresses his thoughts, opinions, etc will evolve and change. TBD=has not encountered as of yet.
Mr. Reficul Seil ~◑~
Nate has no hard feelings towards Mr. Seil. If anyone is to blame for his current situation it is his father and himself. In fact Mr. Seil healed his mother, or said he did. That is worth almost anything to Nate. He would be friends with Mr. Seil if he were not in awe of him and the whole carnival he commands/leads.
Rosaline Bell Seil ~ ~
TBD
Andracos Soleviel ~ ~
TBD.
Pachid Coyotas ~ ~
TBD
Ty ~☺~
Ty was the first person at the carnival to really talk to him, and she was upfront and honest. She didn’t mince words and didn’t treat them like kids. Nate appreciated that. He would like to be friends with her if he is ever given the chance.
Crow ~ ~
TBD
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Arina Lécuyer ~ ~
TBD
Soren Novák ~ ~
TBD
Reira Masin ~ ~
TBD
Celleci ~ ~
TBD
Calista Luinaree ~ ~
TBD
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ ~
TBD
Eikki Dreadlight ~ ~
TBD
Appearance:
Full Name: Nalia Armstrong
Age: 16
Gender: female
Species: human
Significant/Special Belongings: none
Fighting Skills/Techniques: snarky comments, mocking words, taunts, and then run and hide
Weapon of Choice: none
How You Came to be in Azure: born here to mortal parents. Her parents never told her why or how they came to be here, nor where they were from originally. Nalia has only known that her mother came her just before she was born and that she was terribly sick. She has since grown more ill, but the rate seems to be that of a slow decline.
Job Title & Description: none yet. She hopes to be an acrobat/tumbler and help her brother with his magic show.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect: 800
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:4
What Was Your Wish: that my mother’s illness be healed (part of a twin wish) once and for all
How Many Souls Have You Collected: 0
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival: <1 day
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character—have not collected any as of yet.
Personality: Nalia is a sharp tongued sarcastic girl who doesn’t tolerate other’s picking on her or her brother. She is usually unliked but she cares little what others think of her. She has only a very few close friends, and for the most part despises many girls her age as vapid and shallow. She did attend school, unlike her brother who was taught at home, and as such she is a bit more comfortable in social situations. She loves her brother fiercely and will defend him if needed. She was less attached to their mother, but she felt the rift that her mother’s illness was causing in their family. She had a hard time forgiving her father for abandoning their care, leaving it all on Nalia’s shoulder and she had a hard time forgiving her mother for growing so sick.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?: Nalia was born in Azure just a few days after her parents arrived there. She never knew what happened or why they arrived when they did, but she always had the feeling that they were running for something and that they hadn’t intended to end up here. It was hard for her growing up, but she adapted to the oddities of the magical realm with surprising speed. She formed close friendships to a select few and to everyone else she basically said “fuck off.”
She was never as close to her parents as her brother was, in part because she spent a lot of her time outside the house and Nate was mostly home-schooled. She got out, made friends, made enemies, and in general was a fairly typical teenager. She was picky about her friends however and her sharp tongue and sarcastic comments often ensured that she did not make very many.
When her mother grew sicker she began to look out for Nate. He was being picked on a lot, he was so quiet and often very intuitive, he was an easy target. She quickly became the one to bluff, taunt, and in general out bully anyone who was bullying her little brother. She also grew to realize that he loved to learn, had a quick mind, and had been denied any real chance to grow mentally, physically, or socially. She began to share with him everything she was learning at school, take care of him when he needed it, and in general she became the only one left who cared about him. She knew their mother did, but she was so weak anymore she couldn’t show it. Nalia knew her father didn’t care about anything but their mother. Nate didn’t really see it yet, he still tried so hard to please them, but Nalia could see how little the man cared about them. His only concern was their mother.
Thus when he bargained away Nate she was not surprised. Furious, beyond furious, but not surprised. She didn’t have time however to berate, bully, and browbeat her father for his stupidity. She knew that Nate would never hold up in this place by himself. Like Nate she didn’t realize the truth of the deal, but unlike Nate she had a choice.
She cursed her father out and walked away from him. She vowed she would never return to him; she might visit her mother if she ever got another chance but her father was dead to her. In that instant she “ran away” from home and became her own legal guardian.
She went back to Seil and argued her case, and a new contract for Nalia was drafted. She took half her brother’s burden, half his souls and their time to collect was cut in half (the original contract being 1600 souls over 8 years). This way she could stay to protect her brother as best she could. And if they survived and completed their contracts she would be there for him, and he for her, when they were released.
♥ = romantic || ☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral
Nalia Armstrong Relationship Chart
Being new to the carnival Nalia has very little interaction with anyone as of yet, as time progresses her thoughts, opinions, etc will evolve and change. TBD=has not encountered as of yet.
Mr. Reficul Seil ~ ☠~
To Nalia Seil is as much to blame as her father for enslaving her brother. That is how she sees it too, as enslavement. She loathes the sight of the man, thinking him nothing more than a greedy bastard who cares about nothing but his own ends.
Rosaline Bell Seil ~ ~
TBD
Andracos Soleviel ~ ~
TBD.
Pachid Coyotas ~ ~
TBD
Ty ~♥ in the form of infatuation~
Nalia is completely blown away by Ty. She is everything that Nalia hoped to be one day and is pretty certain she will never achieve. Her skill and beauty continually astound Nalia and she has a very real girl-crush. Nothing serious, but her admiration is such that she often feels overwhelmed around Ty. With Ty slated to be her teacher she knows she has to shape up but she often finds herself daydreaming about the pretty acrobat; a confusing conundrum for the hetrosexual Nalia.
Crow ~ ~
TBD
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Arina Lécuyer ~ ~
TBD
Soren Novák ~ ~
TBD
Reira Masin ~ l ~
TBD
Celleci ~ ~
TBD
Calista Luinaree ~ ~
TBD
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ ~
TBD
Eikki Dreadlight ~ ~
TBD
Appearance:
Werewolf Appearance:
Full Name: Crow
Age:24 (looks younger due to aging differences amongst werewolves and humans)
Gender: Female
Species: Werewolf, Turned
Control over Transformation: When calm, Crow can control her transformations to the beast form and back with ease, allowing her forest blood to run rampant through body and brain and transform her into a creature far beyond these other creatures. However, when her temper or other emotional states reign rampant at their extremes, she is prone to switching unexpectedly into either shape. Furthermore, there are some times when she simply changes without whim of why it occurs... though she cannot predict the exact time it will happen, she can feel the tension rising, causing noticeable changing of her hair length at these times: her handlers have learned to recognize this, imprisoning her during these naturally rampant periods of change.
Significant/Special Belongings: ALL of her Animals (see job description.)
Fighting Skills/Techniques:
When human, Crow has been able to use knives and martial arts to her advantage, using her superior speed and hidden bestial strength to gain the upper hand in a most animalistic fashion. When in her beast form, Crow sheds tact and maneuverability for strength and durability, relying on claws, teeth, and superior strength to attack in a more brutish form, nearly impossible to overpower by any mortal means.
Weapon of Choice:
Knives, Claws
Job Title & Description:
Crow serves two sorts of jobs: “shadow” jobs and “spotlight” jobs.
Her spotlight jobs are those that have her deal with the visitors to the elaborate circus. As a human, she is a beast trainer, dealing with both large animals like chimeras, lions, and leopards for large performances, and small animals such as ferrets, mice, cats, and brightly colored birds for children. Though the larger shows are to build up fame, the smaller shows are where she acquires many of her acquired souls, exciting the young children enough to place runes when offering an animal to hold, per say. Whether or not she is within a large show, small show, or simply walking around, she nearly always has a smaller animal hiding in her garments.
However, in the instances that she is identified to transform, Crow becomes an exhibit herself, a captured monster, shown off to the public as if an animal. Her job is to look frightening and worthy of attention, though hold onto her rage enough as to not harm anyone. She is thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated by this portion of her job, which often causes her to have a shorter temper, which therefore causes her to be trapped in the state for longer.
Her shadow jobs, on the other hand, are those seen outside the public eye. As a werewolf, Crow has adapted herself to the aspect of the hunt, making her very useful in the prospect of hunting down specific souls. In both human form and beast form (though much more in beast form), Crow is skilled at identification of, use of equipment relating to the capture of, tracking of, and capturing of souls. Her beast skills are also occasionally used as an ace up Mr. De' Seil's sleeve, as sometimes a city ravaged by a monster will be much more...wishful.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect: 120,352
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls: Till the end of her life
What Was Your Wish? To become so powerful, no-one could harm her again
How Many Souls Have You Collected? 873
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival? 6 years
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
The collection of souls has made Crow internally volatile when alone, as she thinks about the deeds she has committed and consequences that she has had to face.
Personality:
Crow is neither innately bright and happy or sad and sullen, choosing to stay at an even point between. To an audience she is warm and inviting, especially to kids, though when left in her room or too small of an area she can become easily distressed. Though she will actively engage with those who speak with her, she doesn't feel a connection to anyone of a humanlike skin; on the other hand, she forms very strong bonds with trolls and animals of all forms, as she is able to understand them in a way few others can or try. The creatures she keeps with her are her closest thing to family: the fastest way to anger Crow is to hurt one of her nonhuman companions. What she hates, on the other hand, are most pureblood humans, based on the treatment she receives as an exhibit for the audiences. It is this hatred that allows her to both slaughter human villages at a mere command or place runes on the spawn of their kin.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?:
Crow was not always once called Crow; once, she was a beautiful, prestigious girl called Aria Evere, the daughter of a wealthy man and the inheritor of a large sum of money. However, as such an individual, Aria was wanted by men for far more than her personality: the males that sought her presence usually wanted no more than to get close to her father. Heartbreaks she became used to as time passed in the Evere household, but, on one fateful day, she was kidnapped and held for ransom, a massive fee that her father refused to pay for 3 months. In that time, Aria was a mere possession for her owners, a sexual toy, a subject of physical abuse, a form of entertainment. When she returned to her father's grasp, Aria was a changed woman. She was quiet, introverted, a mere shell of who she once was. When her father, desperately trying to bring life into her corpse-like person, brought her to see the great De' Seil Carnival, she met her luck in the hands of the owner. “I wish I was strong enough to stop anyone from taking advantage of me ever again,” she wished, and, certainly, that wish was granted, for a mere assistance of De' Seil's goals in a way she would soon be able to provide.
She was offered a crimson drink that she readily devoured, as she heard the words “be careful what you wish for...”
After guzzling the drink, her vision became inundated with that same crimson, forcing her unconscious. When she woke, the circus was on the move, and her brain filled with thoughts foreign to her human brain. A full week was spent in a half coma, her body unsuccessfully trying to fend off the werewolf blood concoction, dreaming of a place in a pack far away. When she woke, she fully believed her dream, thinking she was truly a born werewolf called Crow, and losing all former memories. However, these memories sometimes resurface in dreams or odd circumstances, as part of the conscience that plagues her mind, though she will deny any veteran's mention of her past as fiction. In fact, sometimes she believes that she is near this fictional pack, and has run off twice, which added two accounts of 10000 additional souls to her debt.
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Crow's Relationship Chart
♥ = romantic || ☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral
Mr. Reficul Seil ~ ◑
Mr. Seil... Oh how I loathe him. I loathe his treatment of me as a possession, a mere device for his needs. I hate his confining of my beast form to a mere exhibit, I am disgusted by his previous treatment of his animals. However, sworn though I am to his service, I must respect him as commanding alpha. And in respect, one can also find freedom of currency and the opportunities for hunts beyond any I could have found on my own... for this, I stay.
Rosaline Bell Seil ~ ◑
Angels are creatures of purity, but also of frailty... Her inability to defend herself marks her as no different than a posession that can respond. Even a dormouse will bite when being squished... Rosaline, I feel, would not, making her no better than a mere posession of Mr. Seil.
Andracos Soleviel ~ ☺
Many people despise the demon for his actions, this is true. He, too, is one of few that regularly leaves the bounds of the carnival, and the power to do so is to be respected. He is a sly one, and his shadowy operations are well known. However, I feel that there there Is more to his theatrics, as I can see in the way he treats his snakes... he forms kin with them in ways even I have found occasionally difficult. But away, away from everyone in the dead of night, on hunting trips outside the carnival grounds, his thoughts are revealed to be no less of a beast than mine.
Pachid Coyotas ~ ◑
The creature is lazy, slothful, a deadweight of an individual. In the wild, I have doubts that he would survive, for his nature is more tame than a fattened chihuahua. He would be the omega of the pack, the one under constant threat to pick up the pace or pack up his belongings. I doubt he would be much of a threat, but his vampiric blood boils against my own, causing me to be more wary of him than I possibly need to be.
Ty ~ ☺
Ty is neither an alpha nor an omega, choosing to form her own quiet position about those around her. Quiet does not necessarily mean bad, however, as I have been able to speak kindly with her, especially when I found her human body to be false. She seems to enjoy the creatures that reside with me, which I do not mind, especially since many do not mind her company as well. In fact, many seem to have a mutual fondness, which reflects in her acceptance by me.
Arina Lécuyer ~ ◑
My animals do not know what to think of Arina and neither do I. She can be fierce, and she can be laid back, two opposing ends of the spectrum that make me constantly keep an eye on her. She also seems to have captured the human ideal of fashion, transforming herself into a feisty attractor of males. Though the strongest of the angels I have met thus far, her wavering loyalties make her an interesting coworker in the carnival.
Soren Novák ~ ◑
Soren's greed is not one that can be hid, but he refuses to try anyway. I have caught him looking at some of my rarer species with thoughts of making them pets – and have had to prove my unwavering thoughts on their departure a few times. Nevertheless, this attitude is common here at the carnival, and the skills he has are no small feats. He has the respect of Mr. Seil, so, unless given a reason otherwise, he has the respect of me.
Reira Masin ~ ◑
A relative newcomer, one whose eyes have barely been open to the the true nature of the carnival. She has given me no reason to respect her, so respect her I do not. However, I am interested in what skills she will bring to the environment, and whether she will eventually prove those skills and become worthy.
Celleci ~ ☠
Another angel, another worthless waste of space. Like Rosaline, Cellici is a creature too devoted to “justice” for her own good, though this one will stop at no end to achieve it. Though powerful, the woman is prissy, staunchy, and too high upon her own clouds... I have no wish to converse with Cellici, and almost look forward to the day she will not be able to stop the retribution of evil upon her.
Calista Luinaree ~ ◑
I am of neutral standing with Calista, which is something that I do not mind. She is cautious, quiet, her eyes always darting around... especially at the little eyes that peer back at her from my being. Though amiable, I have done little with this one, who often reminds me of a lizard, ready to run or strike at any moment.
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ ☺
Ah, the little prankster pup. I normally do not find young ones curious, particularly the humanoid ones, but little Red has somehow caught my attention. She has been here far less than I have, yet she never ceases to amuse me in her quirks and her variety of pranks. With such trickery, however, it is impossible to remain uncaught... however, I have made sure to slip in my help, be it additional food or assistance for escape, whenever I could. I am also thoroughly humored by Chauncy Von Sniffles and her interpretation of lycanism present in the fluffy little character, even if the whelp does occasionally get annoying.
Vol ~ ☺
Vol, in himself, is not unlike his wolverines – closed off to the rest of the world. He is skilled in word and action, true, and a smart fighter over a bludgeoning one, but his thoughts are always concealed behind a polite, but unbreaking exterior. I do not mind his wish to keep his thoughts to himself, however, and he can be quite amiable when he chooses to be. His wolverines, unlike many of the animals here, retain their thoughts of the wild, chaotic fury, something I can relate to with ease. The respect he has from them – and from me – is something he has earned.
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Appearance:
Full Name: Eikki Dreadlight, formerly Eikki Greenfin, of the Greenfin clan of Wondervine.
Transformed appearance: When in his merfolk form, Eikki exhibits a skin with a mix of green, dark green and dark blue hues. His eyes are pitch black, his fluffly beard is morphed into several tentacles with softly shining tips, the same happens to his hair. His lips conceal the maw of a predator: under the well shaped mouth he hides the mouth of a lamprey, filled with teeth all the way to his throat. From its depths, sprouts a long tongue with a bladed tip. When in merfolk form, he is proeminently carnivore just as his fellow kin, yet his lamprey-like nature has him sucking the lifeblood of his victims in a slow, steady pace. His 5 "normal" fingers show membranes between them, but that's the only thing one could call abnormal about them. From the waist down, Eikki's body becomes a slithering tail, with no fins on it. The last fourth of his tail is made of algae. Across his skin, he show several scars he can't quite remember where he got. The skin of his left arm is non-existant, and the muscles and bones were transformed into coral, giving this arm a bony, rocky appearance. If Eikki is holding his lantern when he morphs, the object, also made of coral and stone, will meld with his arm, replacing his hand.
Age: He would say it if he could, but quite frankly, he does not know. All he knows is that he would already be considered an adult by other of his race.
Gender: Male
Species: The Merfolk: Mermaids, Mermen, Leviathans and other fabled watery creatures.
Azure is the realm of wonder, no doubts about it. It's fabled soil is fertile, it's waters are clear and home to many wonders. A couple clicks away from it's main city, Elmis, under the shadow of a mountain chain, rests a valley, known to the inhabitants of the city as The Valley of Tides. However, to the mythical creatures residing under it's waters, the valley is known as Dreamcoral Valley, or simply Dreamcoral. In it, there exists hundreds of lagoons, some so large that the fast winds that blow through the valley and the rivers connecting these lagoons cause small waves, resembling the waves of a small beach, the waters constantly rising and then backing away, forming beaches along the shores of the lagoons, hence the name the elmisians gave it. A network of underwater tunnels connects the rivers, lagoons and sinkholes, under which there lives an immortal, curious and fascinating people: The Merfolk.
Merfolk folklore speaks highly of the birth of these mysterious and wondrous magi, traders, warriors and assassins. It is said that Ea, the godess of water, was in love with Gaeos, the deity of earth. One day, Gaeos invited Ea to a walk through the valley, to explore its forests, lakes and rivers. At that time, it is said, there was no life there, except the flora that sprouted lushly throughout that land. In a clearing, Gaeos stole a kiss from Ea, and, one thing leading to another, they made love. Not long after that, Ea found out she was pregnant, but the same day brought a bitter discovery: her lover had betrayed her with the lustful deity of fire, whose name the Merfolk dare not speak. Filled with pain, both emotional and physical, the water godess made her way to the biggest lagoon there, naming it Wanderdream, and in its waters giving birth to her offspring. Her children were called Merfolk, wondrous creatures with half-human, half-fish appearance , with special powers and immortality running through their veins. Merfolk say that the godess womb was so fertile, it gave birth to a very diverse assortment of creatures, although all of them belong to the same species. Her body fluids nurtured the waters and spread throughout the valley, sprouting corals, algae, watershrooms and all sort of water flora under the now rich waters of that place.
The merfolk are very curious beings. Their species consists of various subspecies, most appearing half human, half fish, sometimes exhibiting exacerbated fish traits like big fins along the arms, with various collors, pronouced gills, etc. All merfolk have specific powers and abilities, amongst the most common are: creation and manipulation of water flora, dominion over water creatures, water manipulation, etc, though each merfolk can be, and many times is, of a different kind, their physiology granting them additional skills or weaknesses. Some have circular mouths filled with teeth, and tongues made for piercing flesh, almost always concealed under beautiful lips and pleasant expressions; these are mostly used as low-profile assassins, as are the ones sometimes referred to as "Eamaw". These have light lures atop their heads, and their well-shaped lips hide sharp, long teeth, along with alluring voices and a tendency for flesh-eating. Both these kinds of merfolk can be very elusive, making them ideal from the grim job of reducing overpopulations.
Other sub-species may include, but are not limited to: mermaids, with their beautiful upper bodies and luscious appetite, all of them female, things of fairy-tales, dragging uncautious adventures to the waters, seducing them and guaranteeing the continuation of their ever-changing kind, while also bringing home a snack, though not always their appetite is for flesh more than it is for simple intercourse; leviathans, huge, monstrous creatures that are not birthed, but bred in special chambers, utilizing the powerful magic gave to the merfolk by the godess Ea. These act as the muscle of their army, sometimes taking the form of dragon-serpents, others the form of enormous octopus, and others a blend of the two. They are usualy found in the sinkholes deep under the waters and, unlike city-people belief, they are rather intelligent: most of them speak, some of them even take to other jobs other than muscle (although it is exceedingly rare to see a leviathan leave the water kingdom, for they do not have the prowess in magic that the other merfolk possess) and even though they are bred like animals, merfolk society thinks highly of these heavy-hitters.
While it is very rare, some merfolk have the ability to terraform small patches of land, creating new bodies of water and underwater flora and, sometimes, even fauna. These are called Waterspeakers, and are the highest caste of this society. Merfolk can't be taught this ability; they are born with it. At first, there's no caste disctinction between a good-looking lion-fish mermen and a lamprey-mouth; they can both ascend or descend through merfolk hierarchy. But when the lamprey starts weaving its hands and making fish appear from thin water, there's no prejudice as to which sub-species it belongs.This lucky member of the whole is taken to the underwater temple-city of Wondervine, and immediately blessed by the godess as one of her Waterspeakers.
Wondervine rests deep within the turmoiled waters of Wanderdream Lagoon. An enormous city with buildings made of coral, stone and huge watershrooms, it is home to many clans of merfolk. Though there are, sometimes, some ferocious rivalry between the clans, in Wondervine it is forbidden to shed blood. The Waterspeakers make sure that anyone who disobeys this rule meet their maker. However, some assassins are clever and ingenious, killing members of opposite clans without shedding a single drop of their green life-fluid, utilizing algae to choke their victims, or arcane magic to stop their hearts or destroy their consciousness.
Even though merfolk assassins are some of the most crafty members of society, trading is where most of the sucess of this race rests. The shores of the waterbodies in Dreamcoral Valley, every autumn, get filled with tents made of algae and stores with stone-made counters, selling the most varied artifacts, food, clothing and weaponry, all made by merfolk. People from various cities in Azure, including Elmis itself, come once a year to the Valley of Tides to appreciate the fine craftsmanship of the fish-people, as the merfolk are referred to when there are no gills around the others. The contact with the other races of Azure has led the merfolk to develop a secondary, very useful skill: shapeshifting. Though it is merely a superficial trait, they can control this ability at will, switching between (mostly) human and merfolk forms at will. This way, they can communicate better with the other races and ensure the genetic variety of their kind through interspecies breeding. Throughout the ages, the blending of human and merfolk race has made these curious creatures impervious to diseases like cancer, and they have a high resistance to viruses and bacteria. Therefore, it is not uncommon to see a being that resembles a lion-fish leaning on the rivershore, having a smoke, though it is frowned upon.
This is a very hierarchic society, The higher caste, Waterspeakers, are also their rulers, almost always wise and just. Some are also generals, commanding warriors and leviathans. Others are engineers, manipulating the earth to create new cities under the waters, or tending to their evergrowing assortment of leviathans, ensuring they are healthy and powerful enough to join the Merfolk Armada. Others are governors and rulers. As any good king, the High Waterspeaker, commanding member of this organization, knows the value of a skilled assassin to deal with threats or nuisances and, therefore, merfolk assassins are highly praised. Merfolk mages are well versed in the arts of water manipulation and the arcane, giving all members of this caste the ability to control and even create, to a certain degree, wild water life. Due to their aluring nature, merfolk traders are very sucessful in their deeds, filling the coffers of their banks with golden coins by selling coral and algae-made goods, along with exquisite foods and drinks hailing from their underwater empire.
Though a not very technonogicaly-advanced (at least not in the kind of technology city-folk use), the merfolk are extremely intelligent. Their magi constantly study ancient tablets of stone and coral, and the constant flux of scrolls brought in by the merchants and traders. Working in unison with the waterspeakers, they develop new spells that are taught in their magic schools. Despite this trait, a merfolk warrior is not something to be taken lightly. Extremely fast and elusive, skillful with blades, tridents and warglaives, this caste is the backbone of any army, the first to charge and last to fall. Their fish-like traits allow them to move freely about the water and slither like a snake while on land, making them deadly in both environments. Though it is not common, some merfolk can have the physiology to acommodate poision glands in their bodies, making these the rarest, and sometimes deadliest type of warrior or assassin.
Details on physiology: As explained before, the merfolk is a varied race, although some traits are common to them all. Independant of sub-species, their lower bodies are shaped like enormous tails, allowing the merfolk to sometimes exceed 20 feet in length while swimming. Their hands show five digits with membranes between the fingers; some can have suction cups, others thorns as sharp as needles, other can be simple palms, this trait depends on the sub-species. Their genetics are extremely maleable, allowing for easy interspecies breeding. It is not known, however, how the sub-species is decided: only a couple genes differ from sub-species to sub-species, and a lamprey-mouth or eamaw can have a mermaid mother with lion-fish traits and a mermen father with very humanised appearance. It is, apparently, random. Along the length of their necks or on the sides of their heads, gills sprout, allowing them to breathe underwater. The overall appearance and location of these can vary, but the function is always the same, and all merfolk have them. Eyes are mostly black or dark-blue, sometimes dark-green, though it is very rare, yet not unheard of, to see merfolk with light-blue or light-green colored eyes. Their lips are almost aways shaped as a human's, sometimes hiding terrifying features. Mermaids are always beautiful, have big breasts and slender bodies, while males can be more muscular in nature, yet almost always as beautiful. Their human form retains that beauty, yet all the fish-like traits disappear or are hidden: sometimes the gills fall back to the backside of their ears, sometimes their sharp teeth are completely concealed behind another line of human-like teeth, it can vary from individual to individual, and depends also on the level of mastery of their shapeshifting skill.
Being immortal, merfolk can only die from wounds or powerful diseases. Their fish like nature give them increased regeneration and stamina, though a well-placed strike can spell doom to the unwary. Some have the ability to blend in with corals, algae and stones, making them masters of camouflage; due to this trait, their skins almost aways have stones or corals attached to them. Elder merfolks can choose to study the art of euthanasic magic: when a merfolk gets too old, and simply decides to rest, his companions can put an end to his life with dignity and without shedding blood or betaking on the methods of assassins. The euthanized individual is moved to a peaceful location of their choosing, and is, as the merfolk put it, "united with Mother and Father once more", being assimilated by the environment, their bodies desintegrating and joining the local biodiversity, mutating wildy and chaoticaly depending on the type of being they come in contact with.
Most Used Attraction Power: His deep, soothing voice and overall calm demeanor. Yet when hunting, he lures in his prey with his outlandish appearance and good looks, and his special lantern, with an organic lure light that emmits a hypnotic, almost unresistable glow. To bedazzle his crowd, Eikki uses his control over water flora and fauna, being able, like all of his kin, to create and control waterlife. He can materialize a jellyfish, then a lionfish, then a shark, and sorround them all with algae and corals. This is his main role in the carnival, and the ability he uses the most, by far, to lure the attention of his crowd.(This ability will be referred to here, for simplicity, as biomancy, though it only applies to flora and fauna that are present in rivers and oceans)
Significant/special belongings (if any): His trustworthy latern, without which he would have to betake less sophisticated methods to gather souls; a pair of coral daggers, blue and green in color, which he coats into poisons of his own brewing; his pack of cigarettes, always with him; a zippo lighter, bought in Elmis.
Fighting skills/techniques: One of the last memories Eikki has is of being embraced by his godess, Ea, and blessed by her, becoming a Waterspeaker, due to his power to terraform his sorroudings into any watery ecosystem. Although not a proper fighting technique, he can terraform small chunks of earth into water or coral, and is able to manipulate both with ease, being able to drown his opponents in bubbles of water or piercing them with coral spikes. Before becoming a waterspeaker, he was a skilled mage in the arcane and water schools. His physiology allows him to conduct unstable arcane energies throughout his body, making him a formidable mid-to-long range fighter. In close range, Eikki relies on his slender body and slithering, tricky movement to fool his opponent and strike only once, always aiming for the vital organs. He is amazingly skilled with his pair of daggers. He can also, in a desperate state, turn to his lantern in the middle of a fight, attempting to hypnotize his opponents; though the adrenaline pumping through their veins make them much less susceptible to hypnosis.
Weapon of choice: His daggers, coral spikes made by his terraforming skills, arcane and water magic, his lantern when desperate. Eikki does not use his biomancy skills for combat.
Job Title & Description: Magician and Aquarium Keeper.
After joining the circle, Eikki accepted the fate he had brought upon himself with ease, and spend very little time into choosing his role in the carnival. He is a magician, using the chaotic arcane energies to put on quite the magic show. Where the most skeptical think he relies on tricks, he actualy relies on more than that: his mastery of the arcane allows him to hide large objects and props in plain sight. However, his main speciatly is his aquarium, generously given to him by his employer, Mr. Seil. When given to him, it was nothing but a huge, glass-made cylinder almost 20 feet tall, 7 inches thick. But as soon as Eikki applies his biomancy skills to fill it with life, it becomes a wondrous pannel showing almost alien-looking creatures. Shinning jellyfishes, terrfying lanternfishes, huge squids that change color like a chamaleon. Yet he does not limit himself to keeping his marine life inside their glass box: if one would enter his tent, humbly named "The Infinite Depths", in the middle of his show, one would see multicolored fishes flying around his crowd as if they were butterflies; corals sprouting from the ground, gifting his crowd with beautiful, harmless color-changing anemones. Before his show, he casts an arcane rune on the wall behind him, to keep the more impressionable amongst his crowd from asking too many questions and to hide all the props he uses in his magic show. To carry all this paraphernalia, Eikki has two oxes to carry his abnormaly large cart. He did not name the animals yet, but his affection for them grows as time passes.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect: 1,500,000. Apparently, his wish was much more valuable than he thought.
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:300 years. Yet he is elaborating on the idea of convincing Mr. Seil in adding more years, instead of more souls, should Eikki do something his employer would considerate inapropriate. He needs more time.
What Was Your Wish? Eikki's wish was simple. Extremely simple. To remember. To remember why his arm, while in merfolk form, is made of corals, why his people were slaughtered, why was he holding that strange weapon when he woke up, why did he have that lantern with him...all he knew is that, literaly, decades had passed in the blink of an eye.
How Many Souls Have You Collected? 265,732, to be exact.
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival? 85 years. To him, it wasn't much, since one of the things he can remember is that he is immortal, and still, he is running out of time fast.
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character? Eikki never had much liking for the assassins among his people; of that much, he can remember. However, it troubles him deeply that he must, more times than he would have liked, to fill this exact role in order to pay his debt. However, since there is a huge gap in his memory, his personality apparently didn't change much: stoic, wise, neutral when it suits him, evil when he needs to be. The way he kills, slowly and most of the time with minimal bloodshed, keeps him from turning into a mindless killing machine. However, the more souls he reap, the darker, more twisted his mentality becomes. He has the impression that his employer takes great pride in the fact of succeeding in corrupting Eikki's soul. Eikki himself has stopped feeling sorry for those he kills a long time ago, treating them as food and coin, nothing more, nothing less.
Personality:Here is the little that Eikki remembers about his early years: his name was Eikki Greenfin, and he was born in the merfolk capital of Wondervine. His parents were Draegho Greenfin and Aisha Greenfin, the high-mage and grand assassins, respectively, of the Greenfin clan. They were highly praised as one of the best in their jobs by most of his people. During his life, Eikki went with his parents in most of their endeavours, losting the count of how many times he saw his mother mercilessly and silently cutting the throats and biting, with her poison fangs, the necks of rebels, insurgents and enemies of the Waterspeakers in general. He hated his mothers job, yet loved the woman holding the daggers. His father spent most of his time within the Waterspeakers Library, studying scrolls and developing new spells. It goes without saying that Eikki found that sort of job much lest disgusting than his mother's. The Greenfins were one of the three clans that resided in the temple city of Wondervine with the Waterspeakers, and so, the elder terraformers held them im great account. At a tender age, Eikki's terraforming ability awakened, and he was handed over to the elders for training and, one day, he could become Grand Waterspeaker, ruling over all of his people. Even though he was not of royal lineage, he could aspire to that because of sheer skill and force of will.
Those were the first 250, or so, years of his life. He remembers falling in love, he remembers target practicing his terraforming skills, his water mastery, his arcane manipulation. He remembers hating seeing his mother's pair of coral daggers leaving a trail of blood in the water everytime she came home. And then, one day, when he had been in the grand library studying for tests, all the lights went out. The glowing orbs had gone dark, and he could hear whispers and a dark, deep rumbling. Then, the entire world faded, and Eikki slipped into oblivion.
When he woke up, he was at the shores of Wanderdream Lagoon. Around him, he saw nothing but destruction: merchant tents and stores burned to the ground, their goods scattered for miles around him. He did not even dare guess the number of dead merfolk around him, though two particular individuals, laying right in front of him, were impossibly familiar. His caring father, his beloved mother, laid dead at his feet, their mangled bodies shocking the very soul of their son. It took a very long while for Eikki to notice his body was changed: The coral arm, the lantern by his side, all the scars across his chest and back. The child, once lively and cheerful, had now become a bitter adult, with no memory. The merfolk was completely covered in blood, and held a strange spear in his hand, made of what seemed to be metal.
After picking up his mother's daggers, and the lantern, that somehow felt indispensable to him, and throwing away that fiendish spear, Eikki began his bitter journey through oblivion. He made his way to the other lagoons around, to find that they were all empty. With no other choice but to search for answers elsewhere, leaving the once crowded lagoons of the Dreamcoral behind, he left his home forever.
The weeks passed as Eikki made his journey across Dreamcoral Valley, to the city of Elmis. It hadn't ocurred to him to check the bottom of Wanderdream, to go back to Wondervine. Somehow he knew they were all dead. His clan finished, his family murdered, his teachers, the Waterspeakers, gone. He felt it deep into his soul, something told him that with absolute certainty. Also, the nearby lagoons were all empty, which meant that his people had either left him or were all dead. He could not believe that had been the end of his entire race, in what aparently had been one fell swoop from an unknown enemy. To search the deep, everspreading seas to which the rivers of the valley would take would consume much of his life, time he did not want to waste, time he would use to find out what had happened to him elsewhere. After all, he was an outcast, the only one left alive in a field of dead merfolk, and, for all he knew, he could be the responsible, he couldn't tell. But he knew that, if he had something to do with that, he had not been alone. There was more behind it all, some unknown enemy with an army mightier than the Merfolks. He was determined to finding out, to seek answers.
Once in the town of Elmis, he bought what he needed from all the gold he managed to salvage from the corpses of his slaughtered kin. For that night, a warm bed, a cold drink and an even colder plate of raw meat would suffice. The next nights were not so humble. He took to smoking and drinking in excess, and every night he went to bed with a different whore. All to numb his thoughts, to make him forget that he had forgotten. Yet not many days had passed before The Man In Black, who later introduced himself as Mr. Seil, came to him, offering a contract he simply could not refuse. He chose to trade his freedom for his memories, but first, he had a job to do: collect souls for that strange, unusual creature. Anything about Mr. Seil made him uneasy, but all the weeks he had to think about his situation, about that turn in his life, made him do his best to act a professionaly as possible. He took the job, gave his freedom away and joined the De'Seil Carnival, in search of answers, and, having discovered the unnatural properties of the lantern he held, adopted the nickname of "Dreadlight", leaving his old surname behind.
In the present day, Eikki is a stoic, quiet kind of guy. Corteous and friendly when he feels its fit, quiet and collected most of the time, evil, cruel and calculist when he needs to be. He has no trouble communicating with others, yet he refrains from making his friendships too personal. He spends most of his time in his tent, training his biomantic and arcane skills, or reading the books he every once in a while buys whenever his employer allows him to head to the nearest city, to collect souls. He has no masterplan, no intention of overthrowing his master: all he wants is his past, and who knows what fate will bring next.
Eikki Dreadlight's Relationship Chart
♥ = romantic || ☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral
Mr. Reficul Seil ~ ◑ ~
"My employer, Mr. Seil...the reason why i keep fighting. I know exactly what this man is: powerful and dangerous. Apart from sneaking out a couple times to see the stars, i would not be crazy enough to anger him...i hope. Speaking of which, i should probably go talk to him about my soul quota...who knows, maybe he added a few more thousando into the already enormous quantity of souls i need to collect...this place sometimes is just too crowded..."
Rosaline Bell Seil ~ ◑~
"Boss's wife. Not much to say here, except she is of amazing beauty. I would not turn down such a woman in a million years..."
Andracos Soleviel ~◑~
"Ah,Andracos...this one amuses me greatly. If i were his friend, i would probably be the one laughing at his side while he mocks Mr. Seil, which would probably be unwise, but still funny. Still, i'd rather keep my distance...when the master's temper explodes, i sure don't wanna get caught in the cross-fire."
Pachid Coyotas ~ ◑ ~
"Owner of undescribable lure, this one. I envy him a bit, having such a skill would make my life much easier. Still, i have to settle with what Ea gave me...although i know i would hate myself if i were loyal to someone like Andracos. Nothing against him, it's just...the man is asking to be turned into a freak...and so is anyone who actualy take sides with him..."
Ty ~ ☺ ~
"If i were to pick someone as a friend, this girl would be it. One of a kind, she is. I bet i look just like my crowd everytime i see her perform. Quiet, collected, still showing kindness to those who deserve, she is my kind of person."
Crow ~ ◑ ~
"Hmm...quite the enigma this one. Her powers get me bedazzled, and everytime i see her turn into that monstrosity, a shiver goes down my spine. Not much more to say...85 years isn't enough to get to really know somebody, let alone 6. Must investigate further."
Celleci ~ ◑ ~
"An angel of hope, her light truly gets me whenever she is nearby. Still, there is some sort of deep sadness within her that i dare not try to elaborate upon..."
Calista Luinaree ~ ◑ ~
"Ah, the witch. Not much to say here as well...my solitude never allowed me to dwelve deep into anybodie's personality. Still, it would be entertaining to get to know someone so fond of deceiving others..."
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ ☺~
"The adorable Ari...reminds of home and family, her childish looks give me nostalgia. Still, something about the way she behaves tell me she would be a rather interesting companion to talk to. Perhaps i should finaly leave my isolation, and this would be a good place to start."
Vol ~ ◑ ~
"Vol...the wolverine guy. His show amuses me, but thats all i can say about him that's truly good. I see his ego as a big shield around him, just like my solitude, Still, his voice makes people melt, so i give him some credit for it."
Eikki Dreadlight ~☠~
"Who the hell am i? what have i done? why is everyone dead? Ea, help me! Please, help me!!!. Guide Mr. Seil's power to uncover my truth!"
"Sugary poison, dear... some think life is sweet, but in my case, i fear death would be sweeter."
Appearance (Real Pictures Only):
Full Name: Imalia of the Azure Ocean
Age: 125 (Looks early twenties)
Gender: Female
Species: Traditional Siren
Most Used Attraction Power: Lust.
Significant/special belongings (if any): A hair comb and a small stone pendant.
Fighting skills/techniques (if any): Lures them into the water where she drowns them, uses her tail as a snake might its coils and also has claws which she lashes out with.
Weapon of choice (if any): Her Voice.
Job Title & Description: The exquisite but deadly siren of the black sea. She sings, she swims, she acts like a pretty mermaid in a typical circus combing her pretty hair and when given the room she can perform feats of acrobatics. Though her main purpose is to look pretty as a side attraction to the main events, one can, via signing a contract, swim with her at their own risk. Confidant to the performers.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect: 250
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls: 250
What Was Your Wish? Freedom
How Many Souls Have You Collected? 55
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival? 55 years.
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
She started out innocent, naïve as many of her kind may be considered to be but there was always something dark and mysterious about the siren. The collection of the souls has affected her little but the carnival has had a hugely negative impact upon her. Stripped her of compassion and morality, leaving her angered and hateful of the walking races.
Personality: Imalia is a curious woman, while she seems to emanate innocence and danger in equal folds she has a different personality for every person she meets. While working she plays the part of the innocent trapped victim, she’ll even cry on command of her dear sweet ring master. Though as the last patron leaves her true colours are revealed, she is a cold hard killer, there is little empathy or compassion left in this siren, living her life in a tank has left her cold to the mortals in particular. She listens, she is good at that and she speaks sweet few words save when she has to, preferring to communicate and seemingly able to, via gestures and looks. Though she does seem to have some saving graces, she seems to know how to love in her own cold-blooded way and she keeps secrets, be it for her own ends or out of genuine camaraderie.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?: Imalia was caught nigh on seventy years ago by a fisherman, she was, at the time a young naïve child who had wandered too far away from her fellows and was caught in turbulent waters which carried her to the fishing nets. The man who found her knew her worth and amidst cries to throw her back refused. He threw her in the hold which was filled with dead fish and saline and for several weeks she travelled this way, buffeted by storms and bad weather.
When she finally saw the light of day she was hoisted from the hold and hauled into a crate , the crew of the ship dead or having fallen over board and only the Captain, the one who had found her, still alive. He lived alone in a small house near a lighthouse and it is there he kept her in an iron tank filled with salt water. He made her sing for him and his wife grew more and more jealous of her and the love her husband felt for this unnatural creature that she attempted many times to kill the Siren or release her back into the sea, each time the Captain stopped her and Imalia stood an ‘innocent’. The final time was his wife’s last attempt and he found her, her lungs filled with salt water and her neck snapped on the floor not ten feet from the tank where his ‘mermaid’ swam lazily with a serenely innocent look on her face.
Not long after he put manacles into her tank, attaching their rings to the bottom and allowing her only enough freedom to pull herself to the top of her tank and look over the edge. He prayed for years for someone to come and take her away from him, for he hated and loved her in equal measure and could never bring himself to kill her, or himself. Such was the strength in the siren’s eyes and smile.
One day his prayers were answered and a man claiming to be the owner of a very special circus offered to take her away for him, for a price. The man readily accepted and only too late realised what kind of deal he had struck and as for the Siren, she was asked what her wish would be and she answered ‘freedom’ and that is how De’Seil Carnival got itself a siren.
Mr. Reficul Seil ~ ◑~
The reason she's here but she has no strong opinion either way.
Rosaline Bell Seil ~ ◑~
Just another woman.
Andracos Soleviel ~ ◑ ~
He's just...wrong.
Pachid Coyotas ~ ◑~
A man, so few of those around the circus and aside him being active when she is most active she has no strong opinion currently.
Ty ~ ◑ ~
No opinion as long as they don't mess with her tank.
Crow ~ ◑ ~
No opinion on this person.
Celleci ~ ◑l ~
She never really liked birds.
Calista Luinaree ~ ◑~
She has no opinion one way or another about this woman.
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ ◑ ~
She see's a child, while she knows that Red is not it matters not to her, the fire puts her off a bit though so maybe she's just biased.
Vol ~ ◑~
Another Siren, though it hardly looks like one to Imalia, no she sees him more as an interesting human. Well, as interesting as Imalia sees anything. She tolerates his presence most out of all those in the circus.
Appearance:
*Note: I am fully aware this is a picture of a woman, this is just how feminine Lao appears.
Full Name: Jing Lao.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Species: Shifter
Base Animal: Jumping Spider
Base Animal Appearance:
Yeah, isn’t he cute?
Abilities: Agile, contortionist, can climb walls with ease, can produce and craft silk, slightly venomous bite.
Control Over Transformation: Moderate. Intense emotion force aspects of the change upon him doesn’t matter whether it’s a positive or negative emotional reaction.
Significant/Special Belongings: Silver hair sticks for his long hair.
Fighting Skills/Techniques: Bite and run, the bite is a paralysing and slow necrotic toxin (similar to a false widow) while the prey is immobilised he’ll run and climb up high out of sight.
Weapon of Choice: His fangs but he does abhor fighting…most of the time.
Job Title & Description: Tissue and steel ring act:- He performs at the top of the big top from two long lengths of crimson silk. He performs feats of acrobatics and stunning dexterity that will touch your heart before having it in your throat at a climatic finale.*1 Also performs in a steel hoop *2
Number of Souls You Have to Collect: 150.
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls:15.
What Was Your Wish? A second chance, though he has failed to elaborate just what that means until he has collected all the souls.
How Many Souls Have You Collected? 1
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival? One month.
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character? It hasn’t had a chance to yet.
Personality: While Lao appears quite effeminate and even feminine one could not say that he was not a gentleman, practising manners at all times and often in quiet contemplation even when all around him has erupted in chaos or noise. He chooses just the right moment and selects just the right words to say to alter a situation to his benefit, which is usually to diffuse any potential acts of violence. Why he isn’t a Buddhist in a traditional sense he does follow the traditions quite closely wherever possible and health wise reaps the benefits of doing so. He is rather laid back, allowing those around him freedom to be them without judgement or offence and as such he can be relaxing to be around. Of course if one does manage to push the silk spinner a little too far he is liable to snap and the angry side of him is not one that is pleasant to view. He is happy to talk to anyone and quite at ease with his place both in the carnival and in life.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?: Lao lived in a poor village in China, he spent his youth with a travelling band of performers, most of which were his family, attempting to raise enough money for food and education. They lived a simple life and got by well enough but when a tsunami washed away both his home and his family Lao was left an orphan albeit at an age where one could manage to survive in such a way. On the way to an interview with a circus he bumped into someone at the train station, they stood in silence for the twenty minutes until the train approached where upon the stranger threw himself in front of the train.
This incident left a lasting impression on Lao and while he missed his appointment with one circus he found another and applied there, directly with a Mr. Seil who offered Lao any wish he could desire. Lao did not know what to think but with only one image burned into his memory he asked for a second chance, though asked for what Lao asked that he may not answer until the contract was filled on his side.
*1 Tissue Act Link http://www.talents-productions.com/male-tissue-act/#prettyPhoto
*2 Hoop Act Link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91KerBkC7vM
Mr. Reficul Seil ~ ☺~
The illustrious ringmaster, he has given him a fair and honest deal and a way to earn it, while some of his methods may not be 'par' to the way Lao himself might deal with them there is no doubting that Mr. Seil is doing his best.
Rosaline Bell Seil ~☺~
Certainly pretty and such a peach as well but he personally can not see the allure that many others seem to. An innocent and darling doll indeed.
Andracos Soleviel ~ ☺ ~
Foul mouthed but Lao believes there is a good side to Andracos, one perhaps he has yet to see himself.
Pachid Coyotas ~ ☺ ~
Pachid seems to be slothful or lazy in most peoples eyes but Lao believes there are reasons to it and when called upon he is sure Pachid more than tows his weight.
Ty ~ ☺ ~
While sarcasm isn't his thing Ty is a sweet enough girl and he has no reason to dislike her.
Crow ~ (Insert symbol from above) ~
An interesting woman that he has yet to truly start to understand.
Arina Lécuyer ~ ☺~
There is little to say about this one at this time.
Soren Novák ~☺~
There is little to say about this one at this time.
Reira Masin ~ ☺ ~
There is little to say about this one at this time.
Celleci ~ ☺ ~
Strangely over the top and yet somehow perhaps a little endearing as well.
Calista Luinaree ~ ☺ ~
There is little to say about this one at this time.
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ ☺~
Volatile but somehow cute, not that he would say so to her face.
Vol ~☺~
Honest is perhaps the politest way to put it and a lesser man might not be able to handle such honesty with good humor.
Eikki ~ (Insert symbol from above) ~
Polite and gentile a refreshing breeze to see someone such as he.
Nalia ~☺ ~
There is little to say about this one at this time.
Nate ~☺ ~
There is little to say about this one at this time.
Imalia ~ ☺ ~
Cold she might be but Lao can not bring himself to dislike her for that alone, everyone after all, has their reasons.
Dark Jack The Jack of Darkness
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Appearance:
(For the appearance of the head only. Angoriel's facial hair is only about half length of that depicted in the picture, however, and his eyes are azure.)
Standing an imposing 6' 5", Angoriel is of a naturally masculine and well-muscled build, being wide-shouldered and broad-chested both due to a hereditary tendency towards such an appearance and due to vigorous physical training. His hands are unusually rough-skinned and he has numerous pale scars on the front of his fingers and the palms of his hands, which appear similar to burn-scars. These scars are also present on his shins, stomach, chest, shoulders, sides and back, though the skin there is not as hardened with toil as that on his hands, and the scars there generally do not run as deeply.
During performances Angoriel has found that displaying his scars usually has a strong effect on the audience and instills a degree of certainty in them that the danger in his act is real, and so he wears nothing more than a pair of back knee-length trousers, going bare-chested and bare-footed; he will however tie up his hair in a little ponytail during performances, just so that it won't get in the way. Outside of these he has come to somewhat enjoy the fashions of Earth and likes to wear suit-pants in either gray or black, white shirts and either a gray sports jacket or a black vest. He usually goes without socks, but wears black Oxfords, and likes to don a gray fedora. If he knows that battle is soon to come, however, he will almost certainly forsake any of these clothes (possibly leaving on his leg-garments) and wear his armor instead, as described in the Belongings-section.
True appearance: Most of Angoriel's true appearance - that which could be compared to a demon's vilest aspect - is reminiscent of his human self, though certain rather extreme changes overcome his human features that transform them into a monstrous mockery of their usual form. For one thing all of Angoriel's hair-growth turns black instead of brown, and his skin turns ashen white, so pale that the blue of his veins stands out clearly through his skin. The only exception to this is the area immediately around his eyes, marking the outline of his eye sockets, which instead turns dark crimson. His irises also turn bright yellow, and his tongue grows by about half its length and becomes inhumanly pointed like that of a lizard.
His more obviously inhuman features are also those that makes him more powerful and dangerous in his true form than at any other time, however, these being the transformation of his arms and the emergence of his wings. As an angel Angoriel possesses wings similar to those of his kin, feathered and with an impressive span of nearly twelve feet, but unlike the common angel's feathers, Angoriel's are tainted black by his blood and sins. And as a demon, Angoriel's arms are warped and grotesque to behold; they grow significantly longer, with the upper arms alone increasing their length to 1' 8", the forearm extending as far as 1' 4", the palms of his hands coming to measure eight inches across and the length of all of his fingers more than doubling, adding another eight inches, bringing each of his arms up to a total reach of 4' 4". All the various parts of his upper appendages also become notably thicker, sturdier and stronger with this mutation, and each of Angoriel's fingers grows an inch-long jet-black hooked claw.
Full Name: Angoriel
Age: Appears around thirtyish; the actual duration of his life measures an uncertain number of centuries, somewhere between a half and a whole millennium.
Gender: Male
Species:
Although outsiders might arbitrarily name this species simply dark angels, this is what their peculiar bloodline of celestials have come to call themselves. Although they are akin to most angels upon coming into existence, the longer their lives drag on, and the more they fulfill the duty they are born into, the greater the difference between their breeds becomes. Their task is to serve the archangel Uriel, aiding him in his role as guardian, although the tartarus angels' specific charge is nothing less than Urbaniel; here they act as keepers of the realm, ensuring the continued imprisonment of those sentenced to such in the Underworld and at the same time deliver punishment to the damned souls.
Their actions and their presence so near the border between Urbaniel and Limblel have their own corrupting influence, but this is only part of what causes them to differentiate. What truly sets them apart, and what qualified them for their grim trade in a realm so far from where angels normally wander, is their very lineage: tartarus angels is a breed produced by their progenitors, Samael and Lilith; an ancient archangel and a primordial demon. As a consequence of this, these angels come into being with naturally low purity that enables them to move in the vicinity of demons with less likelihood of being recognized as what they truly are, and the chances of discovery grow only slimmer as they live, work and corrupt themselves. Another sign of their bloodline is that their form possesses twisted features reminiscent of the alternate manifestation of demons; features that may be concealed the same as those of angels can - or transformed like a demon's can, depending on how you look at it - , but which will be revealed along with their angelic traits.
Tartarus angels remark themselves by being neither particularly pure or corrupt, thus not offending sensitivities against such things, while they at the same time are severely affected by extreme purity and corruption alike themselves and can only be at peace in the company of those who are neither. This also places the powers of Light and Shadow beyond their grasp, limiting them to commanding only the elements, and although they possess the resistance to damage that is common among angels and demons, tartarus angels are somewhat affected by iron, though not as much as a true demon. Though they are impure they are not fallen angels; tartarus angels can also fall, and will inevitably do so and delve into their demonic nature if they observe their duty in Urbaniel for long enough.
Level of Contamination: Horrendous; though Angoriel is not yet truly corrupt, his being is far from pure either.
Level of Glow: None; Angoriel lost his glow along with his purity.
Ability to Blend: Decent; with no glow to worry about hiding, Angoriel can focus his efforts on concealing his true appearance and assuming a more human exterior. His disguise tends to fail whenever he experiences strong emotions, however, resulting in the emergence of his hidden traits.
Most Used Power: From this angel's soul flows the chill of death and the cool of breeze alike, for Angoriel's greatest affinity is one that spans many elements; cold. Lowering temperatures is a basic, yet frighteningly potent ability, as substances condensate and freeze and life becomes and impossibility. Be it to cool a beverage or soften the heat of the summer sun, or quell flames or solidify a being's blood in their veins, cold is the power that is most commonly exhibited.
An ability that derives from this power of cold is the one for Angoriel to make himself impervious to fire by cooling his skin to unusually low temperatures. The downside of doing this is obviously that as long as Angoriel maintains this resistance to heat without him actually being subjected to a dangerously hot environment, he is simply making himself incredibly cold, the detrimental effects of which he is not impervious to.
He also possesses some mastery in manipulating water and air, though this power is secondary to that of cold and mainly obtained due to these being the most common conductors of this.
Significant/Special Belongings: His old equipment from serving as keeper of Urbaniel, consisting of an iron cuirass, a pair of leather gauntlets, a pair of iron greaves and a curious weapon unique to the tartarus angels, which is a forty-seven inch iron pole with three sharp hooks protruding from the end at a 120-degree angle to one another (like this). Aside from this his only notable possession is a small "stone" that is continuously changing its shape, size, mass, color and hardness; a souvenir from Limblel.
The purpose of the cuirass and greaves is actually two-fold, as not only does it offer an additional layer of protection on top of his naturally steel-hard skin but also continuously burns him for as long as he wears it due to his intolerance to iron, causing him lasting pain wherever it is in direct contact with his skin; this is also the cause of his burn-scars. It is not because Angoriel enjoys pain that he does this, but because the armor prevents tartarus angels from accidentally reverting to their true forms even during heated combat, particularly since the back of the cuirass will act as an agonizing obstruction to the emergence of his wings, the halting of which will negate the transformation altogether. The gauntlets are obviously not meant to protect his hands from external threats in combat, since his skin his much more durable than leather, but to shield his hands from his own weapon, since its iron will also burn him at direct contact, potentially making it very difficult to wield the three-hooked pole properly.
Fighting Skills/Techniques: Having trained only in fighting while wearing his suit of armor, adding an additional layer of protection to his already highly damage-resistant skin, this remains the only way that Angoriel knows how to fight. Although he obviously cannot wear his armor during everyday business at the Carnival - nor can he comfortably carry his weapon with him, either - Angoriel manner of fighting is extremely offensively oriented, with near-complete disregard for his own well-being. When unarmed he is liable to try to move in as close to his opponent as possible; with humanoids he will savagely pummel the other with all of his considerable strength, focusing his attention on head and abdomen, while his legs are used mainly to try to lock the other's legs in place or at least causing the other to trip if it tries to move, or alternatively by directing a sweeping kick at the other's legs. Against more bestial opponents Angoriel is more likely to attempt to grapple his adversary, preferably maneuvering himself onto the other's back from where he will then either wrestle the other to the ground or strangle it, if he is able to do so.
When armed with his three-hooked pole, however, Angoriel prefers to delay his own attack until his opponent tries to attack him, first. During this time when the other likely lowers its defenses and leaves itself prone, he will use the pole in a way much similar to how one would use a more traditional hafted weapon, letting the heavy hook-head carry the momentum of his swings. He will try to anchor one or more hooks in the other's flesh, optimally lodging a hook behind the other's shoulder blade, a rib or lodging them into an armpit. Upon achieving this he will usually pull on it relentlessly, leaving the opponent vulnerable to his possible allies' intervention and otherwise just prevent it from performing any further attacks.
Obviously these primary modes of attack are unlikely to actually defeat an opponent (unless the opponent has a human level of strength and durability, in which case even these attacks are likely to kill it) and are meant mainly to distract, disarm and impede movement of his adversary. But at the same time as he is doing the aforementioned things, if Angoriel actually intends to kill his opponent, he will exert his power of cold over his opponent and thus progressively weaken it and eventually kill it.
This is all in his human form, of course, and while this is how Angoriel will usually fight, there are times when he must fight as his true self, in the event of which he discards all pretense of humanity and surrenders to his demon-blood. With all the strength he possesses in this state, Angoriel is liable to brutally assault his opponent with his claws and otherwise engage in a fighting style solely reliant on his vigor, his mobility and his reach.
Weapon of Choice: His three-hooked iron pole, the weapon of tartarus angels called hampol.
Job Title & Description: The Fireproof Man
Although Angoriel obtained regrettably few skills during his time as a soldier guarding the borders of the Underworld suitable for a Carnival-performance, he has found that it is quite possible to shock and impress most audiences simply by demonstrating his ability to endure the touch of flame, though obviously he would not reveal to them that he uses his power to make himself impervious to their heat for as long as he stands amidst them. The exact details of his act vary a little from one performance to the next, although one act is rarely much different from the last, as he struggles to find things to do that is suitable for his purposes. His most common acts are those of walking on burning coals, leaping through rings of fire and often failing intentionally, as well as generally just exposing himself to naked flame. He will often feign stress or pain at the various parts of his act to make it impact the audience more strongly, although the likelihood of him actually getting hurt by it is almost nonexistent as long as he has the protection of his powers and durable skin.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect: 500000
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls: A thousand years.
What Was Your Wish?: For the tartarus angels to be freed from their gruesome occupation and gain the freedom to choose their own fates.
How Many Souls Have You Collected?: 22416
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?: Fifty-six years.
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?: Although he believes that he has not been affected by this grisly task due to him being used to the similarly dreadful duty of tormenting damned souls, Angoriel ultimately truthfully say that it has not changed him. While he consciously still regards his victims with detached indifference and rationalizes the action by thinking that he is used to doing much worse, and that the people he is doing it to probably deserve it anyways, he is in fact haunted by it more and more with every day he spends at the Carnival. Angoriel was originally convinced that all the creatures but angels were vile things indeed due to him having only seen those of them condemned to walk Urbaniel, but being at the Carnival and seeing more and more of the other species has taught him otherwise, and as his understanding of other beings deepens, so does the weight of the thousands of souls he has already collected. He has started having nightmares about the people he has branded, or in a few cases downright murdered, and his hesitation in doing what he must to fulfill his contract with Mr. Seil grows with every acquaintance and friendship he makes.
But while Angoriel can mostly convince himself that he does not care about those who fall prey to him, he cannot feign indifference towards the act of collection itself. His loathing toward treating souls like a commodity or a collectible, and of aiding a demon in doing so nonetheless, grows only stronger as time goes by and his regret of his own actions deepens.
Personality: Painful as such a cliché is to make, it remains a defining trait of Angoriel that he is inflicted with a terrible duality in his mind, and is driven by the benevolence of his angelic blood and the malevolence of his demon blood alike, and suffers from this internal conflict almost constantly. He often thinks long and hard before he speaks of acts, trying to sort through his instincts and emotions to learn whether he should act upon one of them or stick to being strictly rational and disregard the choice between purity and corruption altogether. This is often the case, and although he is an inwardly highly emotional person who is strongly affected by what others say and do - often in several different ways at once - he usually try to outwardly hide his feelings and the distress these cause him behind a facade of logic.
Although he is trapped between the influence of good and evil, Angoriel wants and tries to be a good person in many cases, and while he is hardly the sociable sort and never one to voluntarily join large groups of people, he enjoys talking to people whose presence he can actually tolerate and will go to great lengths to help those he considers deserving of such. He is easy to anger, however, and while he does not give in to his ire easily and almost always attempts to suppress his rage rather than give in to it, he becomes more and more impulsive and reckless the angrier he gets, and thus grows increasingly liable to turn to violence. He is a very patient man as long as someone is not doing something that Angoriel is particularly opposed to, however, so unless someone is intentionally trying to anger him or is doing something unusually cruel, his irritation will usually stay on manageable levels.
While he does not see eye-to-eye with all of the other people at the Carnival he does feel kinship with them due to their common bonds, and so he will often go out of his way to help or comfort even people he does not particularly like as long as he can even be in their presence at all without suffering major discomfort from this. He believes strongly in honor above all and admires people who act with honorable motives and cherishes innocence, but at the same time scorns weakness and naivety. Although he would not readily admit so to anyone he genuinely enjoys fighting, and finds it particularly exhilarating if his opponent seems to be stronger than himself.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?: One would think that when your father is one of the oldest and most powerful of the archangels and your mother is a primordial demon and nearly everyone else around you are only descendants of those who were your siblings that you would receive some kind of special treatment among your kin, that you would be regarded as superior somehow, as the prince that you really are, but alas, no such luck for a tartarus angel, for among the homeless angels who bear the demon blood within them there are no princes or peasants, no early or late generations, and never any special treatment; all are tartarus angels, brothers and sisters to each other and either strangers or enemies to all others. This was the only birthright Angoriel received when he came forth from his parents' unholy union as their umpteenth child, and was given to the care of his brethren immediately, never even knowing his parents' faces or voices. He was born, and then he was thrown into Urbaniel, to be trained as a soldier to serve Uriel as a keeper of the Underworld.
And this was the only life Angoriel ever came to know. He was trained as he grew up, never knowing a true childhood, and then he joined the ranks of his brethren in fighting demons and fallen angels, and in tormenting damned souls. It was a task that discouraged thinking and feeling, that pushed the self into obscurity and left only duty, which was probably why so little of note happened during this time. Angoriel could not even tell you if he spent five hundred years just fulfilling the task he had been given, or if it was actually a thousand years; keeping track of the days in Urbaniel was difficult in and by itself, shrouded in eternal darkness, and when each day is the same as the last, time loses all meaning. He never thought much about what he was doing back then, and never desired anything else, because this was the only life he knew.
The truly remarkable things that happened during this time of his life were few and easily recounted, and left memories sharper than any other in Angoriel's mind. His first unusual experience was when he was still in his youth, still convinced of his own invincibility and easily influenced of his greedy and spiteful demon-half, when he as many other tartarus angels had before tried to run away from his duty and escape his fate by fleeing into the lands beyond the borders of Urbaniel; Limblel. He had heard the tales of others who had tried and failed to make their way through this hazardous realm but had been convinced that he was the exception, that he could best the ever-changing nesting ground for nightmares when no one else could. Obviously he was wrong; barely had he crossed into Limblel before he realized just how much worse this realm was than Urbaniel. To this day he has been unable to recall what exactly happened back then, for all he remembers is flying back to his brethren, chilled to the bone and pale as a ghost, with his eternally morphing stone clutched in his hand. The cold fear that pierced his heart that day stayed with him ever since, and even now Angoriel is filled with intense dread at the very thought of going near Limblel.
The second notable step forward in Angoriel's life was doubtlessly the day he first heard tales of a demon who lived outside of Urbaniel, married to an angel, who lead an entire small army of misfits from all across the realms bound to his will through infernal contracts. "The Wish Master", they called him, supposedly capable of making any wish come true if one was to pay a price of servitude and souls. Although Angoriel's initial reaction was the same as that of his kin - namely the derision against those weak enough to rely on others felt by a person who has been brought up to thinking that you either live strong or die weak - the thought of the Wish Master stuck with him, tempting him, as it doubtlessly did many others if they heard such a story. Not that Angoriel ever thought that he might one day seek out the Wish Master and sign such a contract - he was a demon, after all, and thus the sworn enemy of his kind - but the idea of any wish potentially coming true was too enticing to simply put out of his mind.
And then, finally, came the day that derailed the life Angoriel had lived for monotonous centuries, for upon this day one of his elder sisters, one who was a dear friend of his, disappeared... and just several days later she returned, claimed wholly by corruption and given to the evil she had spent her entire life fighting. Seeing one of the few people in his life, and one he cherished nonetheless, having fallen despite only ever serving her purpose faithfully tore away the veil from his eyes and made him realize that this was the inevitable fate of his kind as long as they were bound to serve. How many of the demons and fallen angels they had fought, he wondered, were his own kin who had run out of time and succumbed to the taint of their blood and deeds?
This realization was what finally made Angoriel question his life, and like rings in the water the revelation spread through his awareness, sifting through his memories and making him see them all in a different light. Unlike most of his brethren Angoriel was not resolved to continue his duty for as long as he could; he would gladly give his life out of loyalty, but he could not accept sacrificing his purity for this vain task. He remembered the Wish Master then, and understood that now he finally had a wish that was worth servitude and souls to make come true; to save himself and his brethren from this gruesome destiny that was forced upon them from the moment of their conception. And he had been to Limblel and survived, as few of his kind could claim to have; he was confident that he could find the Wish Master.
So Angoriel deserted his duty and traversed the realms until he found Mr. Seil - or maybe Mr. Seil found him - and the contract was signed. As it turns out, it is much easier to forfeit one's freedom once one has realized that one has never been free. For fifty-six years now Angoriel has been with the De' Seil Carnival, collecting souls, performing as best he can and serving the Wish Master, but he has only just begun to serve the time he traded for the freedom of his family.
(For the appearance of the head only. Angoriel's facial hair is only about half length of that depicted in the picture, however, and his eyes are azure.)
Standing an imposing 6' 5", Angoriel is of a naturally masculine and well-muscled build, being wide-shouldered and broad-chested both due to a hereditary tendency towards such an appearance and due to vigorous physical training. His hands are unusually rough-skinned and he has numerous pale scars on the front of his fingers and the palms of his hands, which appear similar to burn-scars. These scars are also present on his shins, stomach, chest, shoulders, sides and back, though the skin there is not as hardened with toil as that on his hands, and the scars there generally do not run as deeply.
During performances Angoriel has found that displaying his scars usually has a strong effect on the audience and instills a degree of certainty in them that the danger in his act is real, and so he wears nothing more than a pair of back knee-length trousers, going bare-chested and bare-footed; he will however tie up his hair in a little ponytail during performances, just so that it won't get in the way. Outside of these he has come to somewhat enjoy the fashions of Earth and likes to wear suit-pants in either gray or black, white shirts and either a gray sports jacket or a black vest. He usually goes without socks, but wears black Oxfords, and likes to don a gray fedora. If he knows that battle is soon to come, however, he will almost certainly forsake any of these clothes (possibly leaving on his leg-garments) and wear his armor instead, as described in the Belongings-section.
True appearance: Most of Angoriel's true appearance - that which could be compared to a demon's vilest aspect - is reminiscent of his human self, though certain rather extreme changes overcome his human features that transform them into a monstrous mockery of their usual form. For one thing all of Angoriel's hair-growth turns black instead of brown, and his skin turns ashen white, so pale that the blue of his veins stands out clearly through his skin. The only exception to this is the area immediately around his eyes, marking the outline of his eye sockets, which instead turns dark crimson. His irises also turn bright yellow, and his tongue grows by about half its length and becomes inhumanly pointed like that of a lizard.
His more obviously inhuman features are also those that makes him more powerful and dangerous in his true form than at any other time, however, these being the transformation of his arms and the emergence of his wings. As an angel Angoriel possesses wings similar to those of his kin, feathered and with an impressive span of nearly twelve feet, but unlike the common angel's feathers, Angoriel's are tainted black by his blood and sins. And as a demon, Angoriel's arms are warped and grotesque to behold; they grow significantly longer, with the upper arms alone increasing their length to 1' 8", the forearm extending as far as 1' 4", the palms of his hands coming to measure eight inches across and the length of all of his fingers more than doubling, adding another eight inches, bringing each of his arms up to a total reach of 4' 4". All the various parts of his upper appendages also become notably thicker, sturdier and stronger with this mutation, and each of Angoriel's fingers grows an inch-long jet-black hooked claw.
Full Name: Angoriel
Age: Appears around thirtyish; the actual duration of his life measures an uncertain number of centuries, somewhere between a half and a whole millennium.
Gender: Male
Species:
Although outsiders might arbitrarily name this species simply dark angels, this is what their peculiar bloodline of celestials have come to call themselves. Although they are akin to most angels upon coming into existence, the longer their lives drag on, and the more they fulfill the duty they are born into, the greater the difference between their breeds becomes. Their task is to serve the archangel Uriel, aiding him in his role as guardian, although the tartarus angels' specific charge is nothing less than Urbaniel; here they act as keepers of the realm, ensuring the continued imprisonment of those sentenced to such in the Underworld and at the same time deliver punishment to the damned souls.
Their actions and their presence so near the border between Urbaniel and Limblel have their own corrupting influence, but this is only part of what causes them to differentiate. What truly sets them apart, and what qualified them for their grim trade in a realm so far from where angels normally wander, is their very lineage: tartarus angels is a breed produced by their progenitors, Samael and Lilith; an ancient archangel and a primordial demon. As a consequence of this, these angels come into being with naturally low purity that enables them to move in the vicinity of demons with less likelihood of being recognized as what they truly are, and the chances of discovery grow only slimmer as they live, work and corrupt themselves. Another sign of their bloodline is that their form possesses twisted features reminiscent of the alternate manifestation of demons; features that may be concealed the same as those of angels can - or transformed like a demon's can, depending on how you look at it - , but which will be revealed along with their angelic traits.
Tartarus angels remark themselves by being neither particularly pure or corrupt, thus not offending sensitivities against such things, while they at the same time are severely affected by extreme purity and corruption alike themselves and can only be at peace in the company of those who are neither. This also places the powers of Light and Shadow beyond their grasp, limiting them to commanding only the elements, and although they possess the resistance to damage that is common among angels and demons, tartarus angels are somewhat affected by iron, though not as much as a true demon. Though they are impure they are not fallen angels; tartarus angels can also fall, and will inevitably do so and delve into their demonic nature if they observe their duty in Urbaniel for long enough.
Level of Contamination: Horrendous; though Angoriel is not yet truly corrupt, his being is far from pure either.
Level of Glow: None; Angoriel lost his glow along with his purity.
Ability to Blend: Decent; with no glow to worry about hiding, Angoriel can focus his efforts on concealing his true appearance and assuming a more human exterior. His disguise tends to fail whenever he experiences strong emotions, however, resulting in the emergence of his hidden traits.
Most Used Power: From this angel's soul flows the chill of death and the cool of breeze alike, for Angoriel's greatest affinity is one that spans many elements; cold. Lowering temperatures is a basic, yet frighteningly potent ability, as substances condensate and freeze and life becomes and impossibility. Be it to cool a beverage or soften the heat of the summer sun, or quell flames or solidify a being's blood in their veins, cold is the power that is most commonly exhibited.
An ability that derives from this power of cold is the one for Angoriel to make himself impervious to fire by cooling his skin to unusually low temperatures. The downside of doing this is obviously that as long as Angoriel maintains this resistance to heat without him actually being subjected to a dangerously hot environment, he is simply making himself incredibly cold, the detrimental effects of which he is not impervious to.
He also possesses some mastery in manipulating water and air, though this power is secondary to that of cold and mainly obtained due to these being the most common conductors of this.
Significant/Special Belongings: His old equipment from serving as keeper of Urbaniel, consisting of an iron cuirass, a pair of leather gauntlets, a pair of iron greaves and a curious weapon unique to the tartarus angels, which is a forty-seven inch iron pole with three sharp hooks protruding from the end at a 120-degree angle to one another (like this). Aside from this his only notable possession is a small "stone" that is continuously changing its shape, size, mass, color and hardness; a souvenir from Limblel.
The purpose of the cuirass and greaves is actually two-fold, as not only does it offer an additional layer of protection on top of his naturally steel-hard skin but also continuously burns him for as long as he wears it due to his intolerance to iron, causing him lasting pain wherever it is in direct contact with his skin; this is also the cause of his burn-scars. It is not because Angoriel enjoys pain that he does this, but because the armor prevents tartarus angels from accidentally reverting to their true forms even during heated combat, particularly since the back of the cuirass will act as an agonizing obstruction to the emergence of his wings, the halting of which will negate the transformation altogether. The gauntlets are obviously not meant to protect his hands from external threats in combat, since his skin his much more durable than leather, but to shield his hands from his own weapon, since its iron will also burn him at direct contact, potentially making it very difficult to wield the three-hooked pole properly.
Fighting Skills/Techniques: Having trained only in fighting while wearing his suit of armor, adding an additional layer of protection to his already highly damage-resistant skin, this remains the only way that Angoriel knows how to fight. Although he obviously cannot wear his armor during everyday business at the Carnival - nor can he comfortably carry his weapon with him, either - Angoriel manner of fighting is extremely offensively oriented, with near-complete disregard for his own well-being. When unarmed he is liable to try to move in as close to his opponent as possible; with humanoids he will savagely pummel the other with all of his considerable strength, focusing his attention on head and abdomen, while his legs are used mainly to try to lock the other's legs in place or at least causing the other to trip if it tries to move, or alternatively by directing a sweeping kick at the other's legs. Against more bestial opponents Angoriel is more likely to attempt to grapple his adversary, preferably maneuvering himself onto the other's back from where he will then either wrestle the other to the ground or strangle it, if he is able to do so.
When armed with his three-hooked pole, however, Angoriel prefers to delay his own attack until his opponent tries to attack him, first. During this time when the other likely lowers its defenses and leaves itself prone, he will use the pole in a way much similar to how one would use a more traditional hafted weapon, letting the heavy hook-head carry the momentum of his swings. He will try to anchor one or more hooks in the other's flesh, optimally lodging a hook behind the other's shoulder blade, a rib or lodging them into an armpit. Upon achieving this he will usually pull on it relentlessly, leaving the opponent vulnerable to his possible allies' intervention and otherwise just prevent it from performing any further attacks.
Obviously these primary modes of attack are unlikely to actually defeat an opponent (unless the opponent has a human level of strength and durability, in which case even these attacks are likely to kill it) and are meant mainly to distract, disarm and impede movement of his adversary. But at the same time as he is doing the aforementioned things, if Angoriel actually intends to kill his opponent, he will exert his power of cold over his opponent and thus progressively weaken it and eventually kill it.
This is all in his human form, of course, and while this is how Angoriel will usually fight, there are times when he must fight as his true self, in the event of which he discards all pretense of humanity and surrenders to his demon-blood. With all the strength he possesses in this state, Angoriel is liable to brutally assault his opponent with his claws and otherwise engage in a fighting style solely reliant on his vigor, his mobility and his reach.
Weapon of Choice: His three-hooked iron pole, the weapon of tartarus angels called hampol.
Job Title & Description: The Fireproof Man
Although Angoriel obtained regrettably few skills during his time as a soldier guarding the borders of the Underworld suitable for a Carnival-performance, he has found that it is quite possible to shock and impress most audiences simply by demonstrating his ability to endure the touch of flame, though obviously he would not reveal to them that he uses his power to make himself impervious to their heat for as long as he stands amidst them. The exact details of his act vary a little from one performance to the next, although one act is rarely much different from the last, as he struggles to find things to do that is suitable for his purposes. His most common acts are those of walking on burning coals, leaping through rings of fire and often failing intentionally, as well as generally just exposing himself to naked flame. He will often feign stress or pain at the various parts of his act to make it impact the audience more strongly, although the likelihood of him actually getting hurt by it is almost nonexistent as long as he has the protection of his powers and durable skin.
Number of Souls You Have to Collect: 500000
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls: A thousand years.
What Was Your Wish?: For the tartarus angels to be freed from their gruesome occupation and gain the freedom to choose their own fates.
How Many Souls Have You Collected?: 22416
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?: Fifty-six years.
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?: Although he believes that he has not been affected by this grisly task due to him being used to the similarly dreadful duty of tormenting damned souls, Angoriel ultimately truthfully say that it has not changed him. While he consciously still regards his victims with detached indifference and rationalizes the action by thinking that he is used to doing much worse, and that the people he is doing it to probably deserve it anyways, he is in fact haunted by it more and more with every day he spends at the Carnival. Angoriel was originally convinced that all the creatures but angels were vile things indeed due to him having only seen those of them condemned to walk Urbaniel, but being at the Carnival and seeing more and more of the other species has taught him otherwise, and as his understanding of other beings deepens, so does the weight of the thousands of souls he has already collected. He has started having nightmares about the people he has branded, or in a few cases downright murdered, and his hesitation in doing what he must to fulfill his contract with Mr. Seil grows with every acquaintance and friendship he makes.
But while Angoriel can mostly convince himself that he does not care about those who fall prey to him, he cannot feign indifference towards the act of collection itself. His loathing toward treating souls like a commodity or a collectible, and of aiding a demon in doing so nonetheless, grows only stronger as time goes by and his regret of his own actions deepens.
Personality: Painful as such a cliché is to make, it remains a defining trait of Angoriel that he is inflicted with a terrible duality in his mind, and is driven by the benevolence of his angelic blood and the malevolence of his demon blood alike, and suffers from this internal conflict almost constantly. He often thinks long and hard before he speaks of acts, trying to sort through his instincts and emotions to learn whether he should act upon one of them or stick to being strictly rational and disregard the choice between purity and corruption altogether. This is often the case, and although he is an inwardly highly emotional person who is strongly affected by what others say and do - often in several different ways at once - he usually try to outwardly hide his feelings and the distress these cause him behind a facade of logic.
Although he is trapped between the influence of good and evil, Angoriel wants and tries to be a good person in many cases, and while he is hardly the sociable sort and never one to voluntarily join large groups of people, he enjoys talking to people whose presence he can actually tolerate and will go to great lengths to help those he considers deserving of such. He is easy to anger, however, and while he does not give in to his ire easily and almost always attempts to suppress his rage rather than give in to it, he becomes more and more impulsive and reckless the angrier he gets, and thus grows increasingly liable to turn to violence. He is a very patient man as long as someone is not doing something that Angoriel is particularly opposed to, however, so unless someone is intentionally trying to anger him or is doing something unusually cruel, his irritation will usually stay on manageable levels.
While he does not see eye-to-eye with all of the other people at the Carnival he does feel kinship with them due to their common bonds, and so he will often go out of his way to help or comfort even people he does not particularly like as long as he can even be in their presence at all without suffering major discomfort from this. He believes strongly in honor above all and admires people who act with honorable motives and cherishes innocence, but at the same time scorns weakness and naivety. Although he would not readily admit so to anyone he genuinely enjoys fighting, and finds it particularly exhilarating if his opponent seems to be stronger than himself.
Biography & How You Came to be a Member of The Carnival?: One would think that when your father is one of the oldest and most powerful of the archangels and your mother is a primordial demon and nearly everyone else around you are only descendants of those who were your siblings that you would receive some kind of special treatment among your kin, that you would be regarded as superior somehow, as the prince that you really are, but alas, no such luck for a tartarus angel, for among the homeless angels who bear the demon blood within them there are no princes or peasants, no early or late generations, and never any special treatment; all are tartarus angels, brothers and sisters to each other and either strangers or enemies to all others. This was the only birthright Angoriel received when he came forth from his parents' unholy union as their umpteenth child, and was given to the care of his brethren immediately, never even knowing his parents' faces or voices. He was born, and then he was thrown into Urbaniel, to be trained as a soldier to serve Uriel as a keeper of the Underworld.
And this was the only life Angoriel ever came to know. He was trained as he grew up, never knowing a true childhood, and then he joined the ranks of his brethren in fighting demons and fallen angels, and in tormenting damned souls. It was a task that discouraged thinking and feeling, that pushed the self into obscurity and left only duty, which was probably why so little of note happened during this time. Angoriel could not even tell you if he spent five hundred years just fulfilling the task he had been given, or if it was actually a thousand years; keeping track of the days in Urbaniel was difficult in and by itself, shrouded in eternal darkness, and when each day is the same as the last, time loses all meaning. He never thought much about what he was doing back then, and never desired anything else, because this was the only life he knew.
The truly remarkable things that happened during this time of his life were few and easily recounted, and left memories sharper than any other in Angoriel's mind. His first unusual experience was when he was still in his youth, still convinced of his own invincibility and easily influenced of his greedy and spiteful demon-half, when he as many other tartarus angels had before tried to run away from his duty and escape his fate by fleeing into the lands beyond the borders of Urbaniel; Limblel. He had heard the tales of others who had tried and failed to make their way through this hazardous realm but had been convinced that he was the exception, that he could best the ever-changing nesting ground for nightmares when no one else could. Obviously he was wrong; barely had he crossed into Limblel before he realized just how much worse this realm was than Urbaniel. To this day he has been unable to recall what exactly happened back then, for all he remembers is flying back to his brethren, chilled to the bone and pale as a ghost, with his eternally morphing stone clutched in his hand. The cold fear that pierced his heart that day stayed with him ever since, and even now Angoriel is filled with intense dread at the very thought of going near Limblel.
The second notable step forward in Angoriel's life was doubtlessly the day he first heard tales of a demon who lived outside of Urbaniel, married to an angel, who lead an entire small army of misfits from all across the realms bound to his will through infernal contracts. "The Wish Master", they called him, supposedly capable of making any wish come true if one was to pay a price of servitude and souls. Although Angoriel's initial reaction was the same as that of his kin - namely the derision against those weak enough to rely on others felt by a person who has been brought up to thinking that you either live strong or die weak - the thought of the Wish Master stuck with him, tempting him, as it doubtlessly did many others if they heard such a story. Not that Angoriel ever thought that he might one day seek out the Wish Master and sign such a contract - he was a demon, after all, and thus the sworn enemy of his kind - but the idea of any wish potentially coming true was too enticing to simply put out of his mind.
And then, finally, came the day that derailed the life Angoriel had lived for monotonous centuries, for upon this day one of his elder sisters, one who was a dear friend of his, disappeared... and just several days later she returned, claimed wholly by corruption and given to the evil she had spent her entire life fighting. Seeing one of the few people in his life, and one he cherished nonetheless, having fallen despite only ever serving her purpose faithfully tore away the veil from his eyes and made him realize that this was the inevitable fate of his kind as long as they were bound to serve. How many of the demons and fallen angels they had fought, he wondered, were his own kin who had run out of time and succumbed to the taint of their blood and deeds?
This realization was what finally made Angoriel question his life, and like rings in the water the revelation spread through his awareness, sifting through his memories and making him see them all in a different light. Unlike most of his brethren Angoriel was not resolved to continue his duty for as long as he could; he would gladly give his life out of loyalty, but he could not accept sacrificing his purity for this vain task. He remembered the Wish Master then, and understood that now he finally had a wish that was worth servitude and souls to make come true; to save himself and his brethren from this gruesome destiny that was forced upon them from the moment of their conception. And he had been to Limblel and survived, as few of his kind could claim to have; he was confident that he could find the Wish Master.
So Angoriel deserted his duty and traversed the realms until he found Mr. Seil - or maybe Mr. Seil found him - and the contract was signed. As it turns out, it is much easier to forfeit one's freedom once one has realized that one has never been free. For fifty-six years now Angoriel has been with the De' Seil Carnival, collecting souls, performing as best he can and serving the Wish Master, but he has only just begun to serve the time he traded for the freedom of his family.
Angoriel's Relationship Chart
♥ = romantic || ☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral
Mr. Reficul Seil ~ (◑/☠) ~
"A vile creature, that Reficul Seil... a demon who has captured an angel and makes her suffer the fate of being his wife is bad enough, but that is only the least of his sins, is it not? To have the power to accomplish anything yet only use such power for personal gain; to lure the greedy and gullible into his grasp with lofty promises only to take away their freedom and make them do abominable things; to collect souls as if they were coins, to hoard them, even, for whatever sinister purpose Seil needs them - these are his true crimes against the realms. Oh, what one of a pure heart could do with his power; surely accomplishing such a thing by itself would earn my brethren their freedom, would it not? How grand it would be to smite him and cleanse the realms of his taint, free those tricked into slavery and retrieve the countless souls that have been removed from their natural course. How I long to tear his head from his shoulders and pierce his heart with my hampol, so that I will never have to endure another moment of sickness due to the presence of his corruption.
But alas he is the Wish Master, and only as long as he lives may my wish come true. I will serve for as long as I must and do as my contract demands, but should ever an opportunity present itself to accomplish both, I think my honor would forgive betraying my contract to end his evil."
Rosaline Bell Seil ~ (◑) ~
"I cannot even begin to comprehend my true thoughts about this magnificent creature, if I am to be honest. I am not blind to her beauty, obviously, and her compassion for all things speaks to parts of myself that I deeply cherish. Her innocence and naivety both warms my angel-heart and heats my demon-blood, filling me with equal measures of desire to shelter and violate her... and all the while I cannot stand to be near her, or my stomach will churn and head pound with agony from the sheer intensity of her purity. I want nothing more than to save her, for her fate in being eternally bound to Seil is grim indeed; had I not been cursed with my demon-blood, I may even have desired her for myself. How she and Seil can stand being near one another I will never know.
I must keep my distance, even if part of me adore her, and thus I must detach myself, lest my pain be all the deeper from the loss of her nearness. Oh how I curse my mother's blood for making Rosaline's vicinity disagreeable... but it cannot be helped; it is how it is, and I must accept this. She belongs to the Wish Master, anyway, and I must not defy him. Another reason to hate this Carnival."
Andracos Soleviel ~ (☠) ~
"This foul beast can praise his luck that Seil forbids those bound to the Carnival to kill one another, or I would not bother making the effort to suppress my hatred of him. Such wickedness! Soleviel is easily as despicable as any demon or fallen angel I ever fought, that is for certain. The lives, emotions and well-being of others has no value to him, he enjoys humiliating and murdering, and gladly defiles that which is pure; he makes no secret of any of this, it seems. It is fortunate that I can excuse myself from his presence due to his corruption making me ill, or I dare not guess if I would be at all able to contain my wrath. It is curious, really; only with Soleviel have I observed my angel- and demon-halves reinforcing each other, as my angelic disgust of him feeds my demonic fury.
If ever I get the chance I have no doubt that I will kill this man; he is even worse than Seil himself, albeit his crimes are arguably of a smaller scale."
Pachid Coyotas ~ (◑) ~
"A strange creature, this Coyotas... in and by himself I do not find him too disagreeable. I find his laziness and lack of honor lamentable, this is true, but he is not so bad for a vampire. Intelligent and observant, too; I think he would be a valuable ally to have on my side when the time comes for battle.
If only he was not so deeply loyal to that wretch, Soleviel..."
Ty ~ (◑) ~
"It is very interesting to observe an air elemental such as she, I think, and her countenance does provoke vile thoughts brought forth by my demon-blood. Her tongue is as sharp as her blades, though, and honor seems a concept entirely alien to her. It seems like she simply does not care... but I was there when she joined the Carnival, and have witnessed the change that has overcome her over these past eleven years. I still remember that wide-eyed little girl who marveled at the Carnival, who only wanted a place to belong; a desire I can relate to easily, I think. I cherish the memory of who she was, but I am not sure I like who she is becoming. Hopefully I can shield her a little from the darkness of Seil's contract that she may retain some of the person she once was.
I have known her for a long time and definitely count her as an ally, but I cannot help but to wonder if this will last. The darkness of the Carnival seeps into her soul... if only I could help her."
Crow ~ (☺) ~
"Now this girl, I like her! Beautiful as a human and beautiful as a wolf, with a righteous fury burning in her heart that excites my blood and adoration for those that others consider inferior that I can only applaud with all of my soul. Even if she is a tad bestial my demon-half approves of this, and her protectiveness and loyalty to the creatures that follow her is admirable. How I loathe what Seil did to her, taking away her past like that... She even refused to believe me when I tried to remind her of what I knew she had forgotten. Another sin for Seil to answer for.
I wish that I could help her, but in the meantime I am only too happy with having her company. It will be a sad day when she is no longer with us... and it is a deep wish of mine for her to regain her freedom before this occurs."
Celleci ~ (◑) ~
"Oh woe, why did this creature have to come to the Carnival? So beautiful she is, with purity that makes part of me swoon even as my other half is driven back at a distance to be able to withstand its burning luminance. And her reason for being here is so like my own as well, having her freedom of choice taken from her by the laws we must follow. But I was an outcast, a soldier left in shadow with only my kin by my side as we fought eternally in darkness, and she was cherished, fought gloriously in the light and earned the loyalty of an army. Her path lead to taking the mantle of an archangel upon herself, whereas mine would lead only to falling. I cannot stop myself from resenting her for having all of these things that part of me thinks should have been mine... not that it ultimately matters, as I cannot stand being near her regardless.
I stay away from her, for I am perhaps more conflicted about her than anyone else. I love and hate her, admire and detest her... ah, but her weakness is what I loathe the most. For one who wore the title of archangel to not even have the strength to collect a measly seven souls is a mockery of everything I believe in. But she is so beautiful, and her tale of her lover - her female lover - excites my demon-blood in horrible ways. How I must guard myself around her... it is exhausting."
Calista Luinaree ~ (☺) ~
"Poor Luinaree, always looking over her shoulder and never able to believe in the good of others' hearts. Naivety may be an unforgivable weakness, but complete lack of trust is an even greater one, for how can one expect to fight alongside others when you do not believe in your comrades? How are others to rely on you when you cannot bring yourself to care how your actions can affect your allies? I wish I could bring back the vigor I saw in her when she joined the Carnival, I wish she would trust me... and I wish she would dress a little more appropriately. It is hard enough to keep my demon-half at bay even without her flaunting her womanly attributes.
All I can really do is try to reassure her, to guard her when I can, but I doubt that she will ever trust me."
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ (◑) ~
"I am... conflicted, although this is perhaps far from unusual for me, but nevertheless this creature makes me say it yet again. Is she a child? She is a faerie, and I do not understand this species, it seems... and I understand children even less. My kind never know childhood, so seeing her playing with her dolls, drinking from empty cups and ingesting copious amounts of candy is all very confusing to me. Her pranks are infuriating, though; I cannot help but to fear that someday she will make me lose control, and I may tear her limb from limb before I regain control of myself.
I am wary of this... Red, as she insists to be called, but I do not think that I dislike her. She merely confuses me. I would like to attempt a joined performance between the two of us one day; her dominance of fire and my ability to withstand it would make for an excellent show."
Vol ~ (☠) ~
"Vol. Vol. He cares only about himself, manipulates others to his whim, regards the collection of souls with detestable indifference and basks in unabated carnal pleasure. Had he been a rapist and murderer as well he would have been easily as bad as Soleviel. I can understand his desire for freedom, but even such a thing can be taken too far. How can one possibly want to be free from one's own heart?
I will not let him manipulate me if I can help it, and come a time when I am no longer bound by Seil's rules Vol's would be the second head to roll, right after I had torn Soleviel's heart from his chest."
Eikki ~ (◑) ~
"Dreadlight, he calls himself... A merman. I never even heard of such creatures before I left Urbaniel, but here he is, and has been for even longer than I have. His lantern is dangerous, even to me, so I suppose his name is apt. You would think I had formed a stronger bond with someone I have known for as long as him, but he does not seem to want to form any kind of bond, to be honest... and I am not sure that I would like to know him, even if he did. He has done some quite terrible things, yet I do not sense malice in him. Is it Seil who pulls the strings, I wonder, or is Dreadlight truly such a fickle soul?
I do not know what to make of him, truly, even after all these years. I will be careful around his lantern, but otherwise he is just another one serving the Carnival, and both a potential ally and enemy; only time will tell."
Nalia Armstrong ~ (◑) ~
"I have not had the chance to meet this new arrival just yet, but even from afar I can see that she is a pretty girl. I can only pray that she will not stay long enough for me to see the woman she might become; my demon-half does not need another temptation."
Nathan Armstrong ~ (◑) ~
"Another newcomer I have not personally met yet, but... a human child? At the Carnival? How I hope that the day will come when you meet your end, Seil, and I hope your end will be as gruesome as the fates you have bestowed. I just want my wish, then I should personally lead the crusade to wipe you and this Carnival from the realms."
Imalia ~ (◑) ~
"Another one that I cannot fully comprehend, even though she came to the Carnival only several years after myself. Her personality seems erratic, somehow; when she does not know that she is being watched, she seems so much different from when she has company. But I have both heard of and seen how she kills, and I must confess that I genuinely fear her. Not only will drowning end me even if she cannot pierce my skin, but I would never expect her to turn against me until after she had done so, and I never know if I act by my own free will around her or by her influence. And how my demonic side yearns to get more closely acquainted with that naked form of hers...
I cannot trust her, for I feel that doing so would be the end of me, but I cannot bring myself to treat her as an enemy either. I must be cautious; my skin may be tough and my power can protect me from flame, but to her abilities I am all but helpless. At least I can rest in the knowledge that should she ever prove an enemy, it would only take touching the glass of her tank to freeze the water in which she resides solid. She may be dangerous, but I have to remember that I am also dangerous to her."
Jing Lao ~ (◑) ~
"It is... a man? I find this inexplicably terrifying beyond anything else I have experienced since I left Urbaniel. He is new, so I do not know much about him yet, but from what I've seen thus far he seems like an agreeable sort, I think.
I would like to know him better, but... is it really a man? I am so confused... I think I prefer him as a spider."
♥ = romantic || ☺= friends || ☠ = enemies || ◑ = neutral
Mr. Reficul Seil ~ (◑/☠) ~
"A vile creature, that Reficul Seil... a demon who has captured an angel and makes her suffer the fate of being his wife is bad enough, but that is only the least of his sins, is it not? To have the power to accomplish anything yet only use such power for personal gain; to lure the greedy and gullible into his grasp with lofty promises only to take away their freedom and make them do abominable things; to collect souls as if they were coins, to hoard them, even, for whatever sinister purpose Seil needs them - these are his true crimes against the realms. Oh, what one of a pure heart could do with his power; surely accomplishing such a thing by itself would earn my brethren their freedom, would it not? How grand it would be to smite him and cleanse the realms of his taint, free those tricked into slavery and retrieve the countless souls that have been removed from their natural course. How I long to tear his head from his shoulders and pierce his heart with my hampol, so that I will never have to endure another moment of sickness due to the presence of his corruption.
But alas he is the Wish Master, and only as long as he lives may my wish come true. I will serve for as long as I must and do as my contract demands, but should ever an opportunity present itself to accomplish both, I think my honor would forgive betraying my contract to end his evil."
Rosaline Bell Seil ~ (◑) ~
"I cannot even begin to comprehend my true thoughts about this magnificent creature, if I am to be honest. I am not blind to her beauty, obviously, and her compassion for all things speaks to parts of myself that I deeply cherish. Her innocence and naivety both warms my angel-heart and heats my demon-blood, filling me with equal measures of desire to shelter and violate her... and all the while I cannot stand to be near her, or my stomach will churn and head pound with agony from the sheer intensity of her purity. I want nothing more than to save her, for her fate in being eternally bound to Seil is grim indeed; had I not been cursed with my demon-blood, I may even have desired her for myself. How she and Seil can stand being near one another I will never know.
I must keep my distance, even if part of me adore her, and thus I must detach myself, lest my pain be all the deeper from the loss of her nearness. Oh how I curse my mother's blood for making Rosaline's vicinity disagreeable... but it cannot be helped; it is how it is, and I must accept this. She belongs to the Wish Master, anyway, and I must not defy him. Another reason to hate this Carnival."
Andracos Soleviel ~ (☠) ~
"This foul beast can praise his luck that Seil forbids those bound to the Carnival to kill one another, or I would not bother making the effort to suppress my hatred of him. Such wickedness! Soleviel is easily as despicable as any demon or fallen angel I ever fought, that is for certain. The lives, emotions and well-being of others has no value to him, he enjoys humiliating and murdering, and gladly defiles that which is pure; he makes no secret of any of this, it seems. It is fortunate that I can excuse myself from his presence due to his corruption making me ill, or I dare not guess if I would be at all able to contain my wrath. It is curious, really; only with Soleviel have I observed my angel- and demon-halves reinforcing each other, as my angelic disgust of him feeds my demonic fury.
If ever I get the chance I have no doubt that I will kill this man; he is even worse than Seil himself, albeit his crimes are arguably of a smaller scale."
Pachid Coyotas ~ (◑) ~
"A strange creature, this Coyotas... in and by himself I do not find him too disagreeable. I find his laziness and lack of honor lamentable, this is true, but he is not so bad for a vampire. Intelligent and observant, too; I think he would be a valuable ally to have on my side when the time comes for battle.
If only he was not so deeply loyal to that wretch, Soleviel..."
Ty ~ (◑) ~
"It is very interesting to observe an air elemental such as she, I think, and her countenance does provoke vile thoughts brought forth by my demon-blood. Her tongue is as sharp as her blades, though, and honor seems a concept entirely alien to her. It seems like she simply does not care... but I was there when she joined the Carnival, and have witnessed the change that has overcome her over these past eleven years. I still remember that wide-eyed little girl who marveled at the Carnival, who only wanted a place to belong; a desire I can relate to easily, I think. I cherish the memory of who she was, but I am not sure I like who she is becoming. Hopefully I can shield her a little from the darkness of Seil's contract that she may retain some of the person she once was.
I have known her for a long time and definitely count her as an ally, but I cannot help but to wonder if this will last. The darkness of the Carnival seeps into her soul... if only I could help her."
Crow ~ (☺) ~
"Now this girl, I like her! Beautiful as a human and beautiful as a wolf, with a righteous fury burning in her heart that excites my blood and adoration for those that others consider inferior that I can only applaud with all of my soul. Even if she is a tad bestial my demon-half approves of this, and her protectiveness and loyalty to the creatures that follow her is admirable. How I loathe what Seil did to her, taking away her past like that... She even refused to believe me when I tried to remind her of what I knew she had forgotten. Another sin for Seil to answer for.
I wish that I could help her, but in the meantime I am only too happy with having her company. It will be a sad day when she is no longer with us... and it is a deep wish of mine for her to regain her freedom before this occurs."
Celleci ~ (◑) ~
"Oh woe, why did this creature have to come to the Carnival? So beautiful she is, with purity that makes part of me swoon even as my other half is driven back at a distance to be able to withstand its burning luminance. And her reason for being here is so like my own as well, having her freedom of choice taken from her by the laws we must follow. But I was an outcast, a soldier left in shadow with only my kin by my side as we fought eternally in darkness, and she was cherished, fought gloriously in the light and earned the loyalty of an army. Her path lead to taking the mantle of an archangel upon herself, whereas mine would lead only to falling. I cannot stop myself from resenting her for having all of these things that part of me thinks should have been mine... not that it ultimately matters, as I cannot stand being near her regardless.
I stay away from her, for I am perhaps more conflicted about her than anyone else. I love and hate her, admire and detest her... ah, but her weakness is what I loathe the most. For one who wore the title of archangel to not even have the strength to collect a measly seven souls is a mockery of everything I believe in. But she is so beautiful, and her tale of her lover - her female lover - excites my demon-blood in horrible ways. How I must guard myself around her... it is exhausting."
Calista Luinaree ~ (☺) ~
"Poor Luinaree, always looking over her shoulder and never able to believe in the good of others' hearts. Naivety may be an unforgivable weakness, but complete lack of trust is an even greater one, for how can one expect to fight alongside others when you do not believe in your comrades? How are others to rely on you when you cannot bring yourself to care how your actions can affect your allies? I wish I could bring back the vigor I saw in her when she joined the Carnival, I wish she would trust me... and I wish she would dress a little more appropriately. It is hard enough to keep my demon-half at bay even without her flaunting her womanly attributes.
All I can really do is try to reassure her, to guard her when I can, but I doubt that she will ever trust me."
Ari Glitterskip/Red ~ (◑) ~
"I am... conflicted, although this is perhaps far from unusual for me, but nevertheless this creature makes me say it yet again. Is she a child? She is a faerie, and I do not understand this species, it seems... and I understand children even less. My kind never know childhood, so seeing her playing with her dolls, drinking from empty cups and ingesting copious amounts of candy is all very confusing to me. Her pranks are infuriating, though; I cannot help but to fear that someday she will make me lose control, and I may tear her limb from limb before I regain control of myself.
I am wary of this... Red, as she insists to be called, but I do not think that I dislike her. She merely confuses me. I would like to attempt a joined performance between the two of us one day; her dominance of fire and my ability to withstand it would make for an excellent show."
Vol ~ (☠) ~
"Vol. Vol. He cares only about himself, manipulates others to his whim, regards the collection of souls with detestable indifference and basks in unabated carnal pleasure. Had he been a rapist and murderer as well he would have been easily as bad as Soleviel. I can understand his desire for freedom, but even such a thing can be taken too far. How can one possibly want to be free from one's own heart?
I will not let him manipulate me if I can help it, and come a time when I am no longer bound by Seil's rules Vol's would be the second head to roll, right after I had torn Soleviel's heart from his chest."
Eikki ~ (◑) ~
"Dreadlight, he calls himself... A merman. I never even heard of such creatures before I left Urbaniel, but here he is, and has been for even longer than I have. His lantern is dangerous, even to me, so I suppose his name is apt. You would think I had formed a stronger bond with someone I have known for as long as him, but he does not seem to want to form any kind of bond, to be honest... and I am not sure that I would like to know him, even if he did. He has done some quite terrible things, yet I do not sense malice in him. Is it Seil who pulls the strings, I wonder, or is Dreadlight truly such a fickle soul?
I do not know what to make of him, truly, even after all these years. I will be careful around his lantern, but otherwise he is just another one serving the Carnival, and both a potential ally and enemy; only time will tell."
Nalia Armstrong ~ (◑) ~
"I have not had the chance to meet this new arrival just yet, but even from afar I can see that she is a pretty girl. I can only pray that she will not stay long enough for me to see the woman she might become; my demon-half does not need another temptation."
Nathan Armstrong ~ (◑) ~
"Another newcomer I have not personally met yet, but... a human child? At the Carnival? How I hope that the day will come when you meet your end, Seil, and I hope your end will be as gruesome as the fates you have bestowed. I just want my wish, then I should personally lead the crusade to wipe you and this Carnival from the realms."
Imalia ~ (◑) ~
"Another one that I cannot fully comprehend, even though she came to the Carnival only several years after myself. Her personality seems erratic, somehow; when she does not know that she is being watched, she seems so much different from when she has company. But I have both heard of and seen how she kills, and I must confess that I genuinely fear her. Not only will drowning end me even if she cannot pierce my skin, but I would never expect her to turn against me until after she had done so, and I never know if I act by my own free will around her or by her influence. And how my demonic side yearns to get more closely acquainted with that naked form of hers...
I cannot trust her, for I feel that doing so would be the end of me, but I cannot bring myself to treat her as an enemy either. I must be cautious; my skin may be tough and my power can protect me from flame, but to her abilities I am all but helpless. At least I can rest in the knowledge that should she ever prove an enemy, it would only take touching the glass of her tank to freeze the water in which she resides solid. She may be dangerous, but I have to remember that I am also dangerous to her."
Jing Lao ~ (◑) ~
"It is... a man? I find this inexplicably terrifying beyond anything else I have experienced since I left Urbaniel. He is new, so I do not know much about him yet, but from what I've seen thus far he seems like an agreeable sort, I think.
I would like to know him better, but... is it really a man? I am so confused... I think I prefer him as a spider."
"No... these people... I have no desire to cause such pain. To be so―"
"We are not the same, and for a reason: I have no desire to be like our ansce―
"You have a name. A mind. I can hear the echoes of your dark thoughts in my very soul, Malignitas."
"You are arrogant to think―
"No! I do not want to hurt any―"
Borne to the infernal,
Flesh of sin and flame
Borne an abomination,
A soul without a name
Among the devils and the imps,
He shone with sheer of blade.
Alive after his companions,
He shine refused to fade
He slashed their wings,
He slit their throats.
He crushed their halos,
He changed their notes.
No angel sung a hymn of valor,
Instead they prayed for a savior.
For they would need one,
From the angelslayer.
Antoine was born in the pits of Hell (Urbaniel) as a meager foot soldier to fight and die in the demonic legions that attempted to swarm Azure, paralleling the Holy Crusades of E-arth. Hundreds upon hundreds of his kind were born and bred for the sole sake of fighting and dying in an attempt to kill whatever enemy they faced; be it trolls that barred their way, fae that pestered their pride or angels whose purity posed a threat. Antoine was born with dozens of brothers and sisters in a batch, his entire breed of demon called Anterioria, meaning "of the front"―specifically, the front line.
Unlike his brothers and sisters (whom have all perished at this point, presumably), Antoine was gifted with a remarkable trait that ultimately made him outlast any of his kind, normally considered grunts that never even learned to use magic. Antoine created and poured his entire demonic nature and even part of his soul into a weapon merged with his own flesh. This separation of his demonic nature and his demonic granted him immunity from all of the normal weaknesses of a demon while preserving their strengths. Essentially invulnerable, Antoine outlasted any of his kind, and made himself known in the Holy Wars of Azure.
Among his demonic brothers, he was called Aurelianus, meaning he who is of Gold. This was due to the sheer worth of a soldier that could single-handedly slaughter angels, the bane of his klnd. Among the cherubs and archangels alike, he was known as something far more deviant: Percussor Sanctorum, meaning killer of the Holy. Something was lost in translation, as what it truly meant was angelslayer. Unparalleled in bladeplay and controlling fire magic so powerful it was said he could conjure and control an ocean of flame to consume an army, Aurelianus or Percussor Sanctorum pending on preference was feared by angels and revered by his brethren.
Centuries of half-thoughtless slaughter led to a development that could only be explained by his mutant nature. A low-ranking, relatively weak demon that should have died on the front lines alongside his other batchlings developed morality. Guilt. Remorse. Antoine had eventually attained a deeper understanding of what he was doing and why. What he accepted, however, is what made him stand out. Antoine broke down, realizing just how wrong he was. Seeing and still feeling his nature, Antoine was disgusted with himself all while consumed by unbelievable guilt.
Antoine left the Holy Wars and more over left a large gap in the strength of the demonic legions, albeit not one great enough to turn the tides of the ever-going war. Venturing the world in search of a way to rid himself of Malignitas, the sword that manifested his demonic nature, he found the De' Seil Carnival, but was far from desperate enough to undergo a contract immediately. It took three more centuries of fighting off (and losing to) his demonic nature and horrific impulses before he ultimately gave in and signed a contract with Reciful Siel. Under the alias Antoine and with great reluctance (and an even greater debt on his contract), Antoine became the newest addition to the De' Seil Carnival.
Unlike his brothers and sisters (whom have all perished at this point, presumably), Antoine was gifted with a remarkable trait that ultimately made him outlast any of his kind, normally considered grunts that never even learned to use magic. Antoine created and poured his entire demonic nature and even part of his soul into a weapon merged with his own flesh. This separation of his demonic nature and his demonic granted him immunity from all of the normal weaknesses of a demon while preserving their strengths. Essentially invulnerable, Antoine outlasted any of his kind, and made himself known in the Holy Wars of Azure.
Among his demonic brothers, he was called Aurelianus, meaning he who is of Gold. This was due to the sheer worth of a soldier that could single-handedly slaughter angels, the bane of his klnd. Among the cherubs and archangels alike, he was known as something far more deviant: Percussor Sanctorum, meaning killer of the Holy. Something was lost in translation, as what it truly meant was angelslayer. Unparalleled in bladeplay and controlling fire magic so powerful it was said he could conjure and control an ocean of flame to consume an army, Aurelianus or Percussor Sanctorum pending on preference was feared by angels and revered by his brethren.
Centuries of half-thoughtless slaughter led to a development that could only be explained by his mutant nature. A low-ranking, relatively weak demon that should have died on the front lines alongside his other batchlings developed morality. Guilt. Remorse. Antoine had eventually attained a deeper understanding of what he was doing and why. What he accepted, however, is what made him stand out. Antoine broke down, realizing just how wrong he was. Seeing and still feeling his nature, Antoine was disgusted with himself all while consumed by unbelievable guilt.
Antoine left the Holy Wars and more over left a large gap in the strength of the demonic legions, albeit not one great enough to turn the tides of the ever-going war. Venturing the world in search of a way to rid himself of Malignitas, the sword that manifested his demonic nature, he found the De' Seil Carnival, but was far from desperate enough to undergo a contract immediately. It took three more centuries of fighting off (and losing to) his demonic nature and horrific impulses before he ultimately gave in and signed a contract with Reciful Siel. Under the alias Antoine and with great reluctance (and an even greater debt on his contract), Antoine became the newest addition to the De' Seil Carnival.
Full Name.
Aurelianus "Antoine" Anterioris
Age:
1793
Gender:
Male
Species:
Demon (Mutant)
Fallen Angel or Pure Demon:
Pure Demon
Weapon of Choice.
Malignitas
Job Title & Description.
Fire Tamer
Number of Souls You Have to Collect.
5, 000, 000
Number of Years You Have to Collect Souls.
2, 500
What Was Your Wish?
To forfeit his demonic lineage to subsequently forfeit Malignitas, thus lose his cruel nature.
How Many Souls Have You Collected?
4
How Long Have You Been at the Carnival?
About 3 days.
Significant/Special Belongings.
Most Used Power:
Malignitas, the blade of Aurelianus, is a literal manifestation of his cruelty, spite, rage and darkness. It has a burning passion for causing death, pain and destruction equalled only by its unquenchable thirst for blood. As it is a literal part of Aurelianus, it has a will of its own and that will is what grants Aurelianus his unique nature. This power is called the Will of Malice and it is all-but immune to purity. Its darkness can consume the light and it can meet the Ironswords of crusaders and the purity angels alike with no qualms. If disarmed, this blade will return through fire and flames to Aurelianus. The blade itself has been called more of a shield than a sword as it grants Aurelianus no other significant power than the ability to combat the purest of souls on the holiest of grounds. Although hardly combat applicable, Malignitas can cause a taint to anything around it, literally and passively corrupting all around it.
In his lifetime, Aurelianus has only mastered one of the four elements: fire. His mastery of it, in his prime, granted him a green flame that burned hotter than any mortal one, dubbed Hellfire. Aside from this, Aurelianus was able to walk through flames and use their intense heat as barriers and at times secondary weapons. His control over fire, in his demonic state, was considered so grand that he could control an ocean of flames that only the greatest of magics could quell. His strengths in other magics is minuscule, arguably mere parlor tricks. Among historians and veteran magicians, Hellfire itself is considered one of the purest forms of demonic magic, as it is believed to be fire tainted by evil itself. Regardless of its fables, Hellfire is normally recognized as a powerful magic.
In his lifetime, Aurelianus has only mastered one of the four elements: fire. His mastery of it, in his prime, granted him a green flame that burned hotter than any mortal one, dubbed Hellfire. Aside from this, Aurelianus was able to walk through flames and use their intense heat as barriers and at times secondary weapons. His control over fire, in his demonic state, was considered so grand that he could control an ocean of flames that only the greatest of magics could quell. His strengths in other magics is minuscule, arguably mere parlor tricks. Among historians and veteran magicians, Hellfire itself is considered one of the purest forms of demonic magic, as it is believed to be fire tainted by evil itself. Regardless of its fables, Hellfire is normally recognized as a powerful magic.
Fighting Skills/Techniques.
Aurelianus is far from unbeatable in battle. He has been beaten and barely escaped werewolves, trolls and vampires alike in his lifetime. His true strength is in the slaughter of angels. Fighting with fire that can melt iron and blade essentially makes him impervious to one of the natural weaknesses of demons, Fighting with no adverse effects from purity or anything that is Holy essentially makes him impervious to both of the natural weaknesses of demons. Aurelianus is the bane of any holy or pure being. His 'oceans' of fire is a great hyperbole that is only applicable if there is in fact that much flame present, as creating it himself would be impossible for his limitations. His Hellfire is his greatest offense to any other being, and at times that has proven to even fall short.
Personality.
In a word: conflicted. Aurelianus, most commonly referred to as Antoine, has developed a complete and utter disdain for his demonic nature. Nearly thirteen hundred years of his life were spent in the battlefield fighting wars that paralleled the Holy Crusades of E-arth. His time in the conflicts and in war, killing countless and condemning their souls, had an adverse effect on his demonic nature. His mutation - a genetic one as he was borne of demonic lineage - made his instincts manifest in a piece of flesh that fell from his body and hardened as the blade known as Malignitas. Subsequently, the years of wielding his sword were spent with his physical body not completely in tune with his demonic nature, thus giving him what few demons have: a conscience. In his case, an incredibly hefty one. Although he is at times consumed by his demonic nature (and goes on killing rampages accordingly), he feels intense sadness and grief for doing so. So much that roughly four hundred years of his life were spent in solitude, attempting to understand himself and fight off his homicidal tendencies.
How the Collection of Souls has Affected Your Character?
Not a lot yet, but it will cause internal conflict as his wish is to forfeit the cruelty that he deals.
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Antoine harbors no strong feelings for Mr. Seil one way or the other. He's a demon - a notably powerful one - trying to make a business. In his time, Antoine has seen demons and even mortals far worse than he believes Mr. Seil to be. Prior to signing his contract with Mr. Seil, Antoine was offered contracts with him several times, leading Antoine to believe that Mr. Seil wanted him specifically for his shows. Antone requested his past and former titles not be brought to light - even to other performers - but he has this feeling that after time, even Mr. Seil won't be able to resist the Angelslayer as a sideshow or circus personality. There is a strong distrust between Antoine and Mr. Seil, but so far nothing more has arose.
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