That one concept you've been dying to use in an RP for forever, but for one reason or another, never got to use yet! lol
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If you're ever disappointed, it's okay. All will be well. :) Let that bittersweet sting motivate you to create something wonderful.
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Maybe I can make time for 1 RP. Right?
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Going on an indefinite hiatus from this site due to burnout, mental fatigue, and long working hours. Thanks everyone for the amazing RPs I've been in over these many months!
@Aeolian That works!—as long as you describe it as something tangible that others can see when it is being used, so that it isn't abstract. Here is your edited character image to put together with your character sheet in the character tab: i.imgur.com/4xMzGvH.jpg
Thank you so much Prisk. Oh yes yes, her darkness is very much something that others can see when she uses it! Not abstract at all! :)
I think I fixed her Chronicle now, so it makes sense with the timeline.
Also changed her magic to "Darkness" element. Since she spent most of her time in the Research Division, I wanted her to magic to have less direct-combat focuses. Hope that works. :)
Cheers!
I S O L D E " B E L L A D O N N A " F E A T H E R S W A L L O W ◄ 44 ▎ 5'8" ►
P R E S E N C EOn the surface, Isolde is a glamorous woman with a romantic and passionate sense of self. To cope with such a harsh world, she paints a beautiful scene--one befitting of a world as lovely as her dreams. She often uses informal terms of address when talking to people, like dear, deary, darling, love, sweetums, sugar, honey, etc. With her motherly expressionism and lyrical way of speaking, she appears to be someone who others can confide in for advice or shelter.
In reality, she's an imperious and ruthless woman.
Her sweet and demure words slice through steel; she'll insult you and it will sound poetic. It's not that she lacks empathy, it's just that she doesn't allow it to stop her from performing actions others would question. Isolde's intentions aren't usually malignant in nature, but simply, she has no qualms about doing what she must in order to achieve her personal and professional goals. In some ways, she's like an actress trapped in the mind of an old-timey character. It is this elegant inhumanity that makes her scary. She'll sacrifice you without hesitation and hum a lullaby while doing it.
When not in a lab coat, her style is quite opulent: fur coats, heavy jewelry, and luxury heels.
C H R O N I C L EMuch of Lady Isolde's childhood is a mystery. Of what is known, she was born into an affluent family, a mother who served as head chairman for an energy conglomerate and a father who was a popular film actor. She received the highest education and achieved top marks with her natural intelligence. Some believe that, in her youth, she had an affinity for strange objects and was fond of collecting body parts from underground auctions (which her mother would get for her). But at most, it is understood that she was privileged, sheltered, and spoiled.
As a young adult, Isolde married several inner circle affluent men and women over the years, each one dying in mysterious ways and leaving her all the richer--not that she didn't already have money from her familial ties. During those marriages, the ever-widowed Isolde bore two children, Crystal and Marcus.
After the comet, Isolde's induction into the UDF was a given--as was law--even for the filthy fortunate and middle-aged 34-year-old women such as her. Inquisitive and a quick learner, Isolde, once again, excelled, especially in the research and science sectors of the organization where she was able to dissect things and learn what makes something tick. She quickly rose up through the ranks thanks to her mental aptitude and cognizance. But despite lady-like pleasantries and intelligence, something seemed off.
After she began serving as a lead scientist in the UDF's Research Division, Isolde became utterly possessed by a new idea; to find a cure. In the name of this lifelong goal, it was then that her true cruelty was revealed. She used comet spores stored deep in the classified areas of the Research Division and infected her young daughter with them. Unfortunately, the experiment proved unsuccessful and her daughter died in her teens. Undeterred, she infected her son Marcus and began experimenting on him. Though she did not find a cure, he would survive the infection.
Due to her scientific meddling, he would be left seriously disfigured and would eventually need to be fitted with cybernetic appendages (though they granted him enhanced strength). Their relationship is severely strained, as he resents his mother for mutilating him and killing his sister. But alas, he now serves as her bodyguard. Unbeknownst to her, however, he's acting as a double agent and is secretly fighting in an underground resistance affiliation called the LH (The Light of Humanity). They stand against the cruelty of the UDF and the major corporations. He's hoping to find a way to put an end to his mother's cruel experiments.
Isolde has no time to grieve or feel regret or have remorse. Her mission remains unchanged. At all costs.
F O R C EWeapons wise, Isolde hides a tranquilizer gun on her person at all times. It paralyzes the target and is effective on humans, infected persons, and comet creatures.
As an Aeon, the spirits that Isolde possesses are not heavily combat-focused, as she spent most of her time in the Research Division of the UDF. However, her magic has not left her completely defenseless.
She can remove the presence of light around her to create utter darkness and then expand it outward to fill the area with this darkness, blinding any being caught within its radius. Isolde's eyes are enhanced, allowing her to see clearly within this area of darkness and it moves with her (as it emanates from around her). So if she moves far enough away from someone, the darkness follows her and the being will be free from its blinding radius.
Isolde can feel the presence of anyone caught within her darkness and react accordingly. Creatures with natural night vision or Aeons who also have enhanced sight are essentially immune.
Isolde can also shape this darkness into 100 shadowy moth-shaped sprites, which she can control. She can use her shadow moths to pick up and move objects for her. And she can use her enhanced eyes to see through them, allowing her to spy on others and surveillance several locations all at once.
However, Isolde cannot use both techniques at the same time.
Mhmm! It's so nice seeing some of the old gang back at it with another Prisk Production lol
Also, here's my character. Hope she checks out!
Cheers!
I S O L D E " B E L L A D O N N A " F E A T H E R S W A L L O W ◄ 44 ▎ 5'8" ►
P R E S E N C EOn the surface, Isolde is a glamorous woman with a romantic and passionate sense of self. To cope with such a harsh world, she paints a beautiful scene--one befitting of a world as lovely as her dreams. She often uses informal terms of address when talking to people, like dear, deary, darling, love, sweetums, sugar, honey, etc. With her motherly expressionism and lyrical way of speaking, she appears to be someone who others can confide in for advice or shelter.
In reality, she's an imperious and ruthless woman.
Her sweet and demure words slice through steel; she'll insult you and it will sound poetic. It's not that she lacks empathy, it's just that she doesn't allow it to stop her from performing actions others would question. Isolde's intentions aren't usually malignant in nature, but simply, she has no qualms about doing what she must in order to achieve her personal and professional goals. In some ways, she's like an actress trapped in the mind of an old-timey character. It is this elegant inhumanity that makes her scary. She'll sacrifice you without hesitation and hum a lullaby while doing it.
When not in a lab coat, her style is quite opulent: fur coats, heavy jewelry, and luxury heels.
C H R O N I C L EMuch of Lady Isolde's childhood is a mystery. Of what is known, she was born into an affluent family that profiteered off the carnage that ravaged the world. She received the highest education and achieved top marks with her natural intelligence. Some believe that, in her youth, she had an affinity for strange objects and was fond of collecting body parts from underground auctions (which her father would get for her). But at most, it is understood that she was privileged, sheltered, and spoiled.
As a young adult, Isolde's induction into the UDF was a given--as was law--even for the filthy fortunate. Inquisitive and a quick learner, Isolde, once again, excelled, especially in the research and science sectors of the organization where she was able to dissect things and learn what makes something tick. But despite the pleasantries and her intelligence, something seemed off.
After serving as a lead scientist in the UDF's Research Division for many years, she spent some time away from the organization. Isolde married several inner circle affluent men and women over the years, each one dying in mysterious ways and leaving her all the richer--not that she didn't already have money from her familial ties. During those marriages, ever-widowed Isolde bore two children. It was then that her true cruelty was revealed.
In the name of finding a cure, she used comet spores stored deep in the classified areas of the Research Division and infected her young daughter with them. Unfortunately, the experiment proved unsuccessful and her daughter died. Undeterred, she infected her son Marcus and began experimenting on him. Though she did not find a cure, he would survive the infection.
Due to her scientific meddling, he would be left seriously disfigured and would eventually need to be fitted with cybernetic appendages (though they granted him enhanced strength). Their relationship is severely strained, as he resents his mother for mutilating him and killing his sister. But alas, he now serves her bodyguard. Unbeknowst to her, however, he's acting as a double agent and is secretly fighting in an underground resistance affiliation called the LH (The Light of Humanity). They stand against the cruelty of the UDF and the major corporations. He's hoping to find a way to put an end to his mother's cruel experiments.
Isolde has since returned to her work. Her mission remains unchanged. At all costs.
F O R C EWeapons wise, Isolde hides a tranquilizer gun on her person at all times. It paralyzes the target and is effective on humans, infected persons, and comet creatures.
As an Aeon, the spirits that Isolde possesses have essentially made her a telepath. She communicates with others telepathically by broadcasting her thoughts to them and creating a link so they can communicate mentally back to her. Within short distances, she can read minds and cause others debilitating mental pain by bombarding their minds with her own thoughts (sometimes to the point of incapacitation). She can create a telepathic communication channel between several people at once. Though extremely difficult, with enough exertion, she can mind control others and even infected persons and comet monsters for brief periods of time.
When using her powers, her eyes glow a soft violet color and violet energy in the shape of moth wings flutter in front of her face.
Why was everyone rejecting his proposals? Perhaps it was because he was an unfamiliar figure within the group. He was a mystery to them, one who had yet to solidify a position within the circle--for better or worse. And that uncertainty meant he was not a first pick for any sort of current undertaking.
And what Sabrina said was true...
"I think it'd be better if I go do it... no offense, but me and Georgie have a closer connection. I'm going to try to get her to come.... if not, I can get the skull from her. Then I'm going to head to the trap site, just believe in me."
-Sabrina
"That's okay. None taken." Despite the gentle flow of his words, he stepped back instinctively and his expression fell into something like lukewarm despondence. This was the second time his offering of help was rejected and in that moment, he wondered if he should just stay quiet and 'know his place'. In truth, he wasn't really even supposed to be here, but Oscar had pulled at his heart with a story that was so disquieting that Blu felt the alarm in his chest as if it were his own. How could he not come to help? It was in his nature. But was his help even needed? Blu hated not feeling useful; it was one of his complexes.
Blu blew the warmth of his breath into his cupped hands to thaw the chill that crept through his veins. he felt as though he were hovering aimlessly about, watching as Sabrina ran off to get Georgie. Suddenly his head was hurting again and his fingertips were nipping with a prickly sensation and he wasn't sure what he should do. Before he could fall into a daydream, Ezra leaned in closely...
“Thanks, Blu. I appreciate the offer. Sorry you had to be involved in our family’s mess. Go with her but hang back and let Sabrina do the talking. If Georgie doesn’t respond to her, maybe you can work your magic.”
-Ezra
On one hand, Blu was glad that someone finally wanted his help, even in some minor way. But then again, should he? Sabrina said she could handle it and he didn't want to impose on a situation that he really wasn't privy to. Also, what if Sabrina thought he came along because he saw her as incapable? Surely not, but Blu didn't want to take that chance, so instead, he simply shook his head feebly. Having come to the least offensive conclusion, Blu said "Think nothing of it. And no family is perfect right?"
Blu smiled softly, thinking about his own family back home. "But I shouldn't impose though. Sabrina said she should handle it, so, I suppose I have no reason not to trust her resolve." Ezra seemed to take his words in kind, because he quickly turned to the ginger-haired woman to continue making preparations. Just then, Oscar ran up to him and apologized on behalf of his family.
“Sorry you had to witness all that, the rest of the family are a bit… touchy. Why don’t you come with me to talk to their healer? If you can make people feel better with your abstraction then that’ll be helpful when we’re talking to them.”
-Oscar
An inner glow filled Blu as the taller fellow spoke to him--a familiar face (James was that person for him...) often felt like a safe space in a world that was unfamiliar and dangerous--as was this very situation that Blu found himself falling deeper into. He just hoped it would end well for everyone.
But a thought lodged in his mind. Abstraction? Was this the term that these people used to describe magik? His curiosity took hold--nodding sweetly at Oscar's request for him to join in on the mission to talk to the healer. He wasn't much of a fighter, so it was better that he wasn't going with the ambush squad at the construction site. His presence would be more of a burden. But maybe, like Oscar said, maybe he could be useful after all. Only time would tell.
Outside the Sunrise Resort
Never in his twenty five years of living had Blu ever done anything like this before. Sneaking through the forest on some deathly mission he still knew very little about. The night shadows dancing on the trees, the howling winds--it was all so spooky. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and daydreamed about his grandmother's face and encouraging words.
~This world is full of darkness my love. But you must ignite your inner flame and move through it with not even a whisper of indecision~
Blu replayed those words in his head over and over, doing his best to ignore the fear that sullied his spirit and turned his heart to stardust. Were they really going to confront this healer? And if she was a healer, why was she working for the enemy? So many questions, so little time to answer them. Not a moment later, a loud crack echoed through the forest nearby. It was so loud, like the cry of a thunderbird from his tribe's lore.
When Ezra told them to get down, Blu did so with no hesitation.
“Those dogs are on the move. But remember, we’re here for the healer. Let’s try to hide and let them pass first.”
-Ezra
He heard...no, he felt the thrumming on the forest floor. Somethings heavy, dangerous, and moving with great intention. Were these dogs? How could dogs cause his bones to quake like so? Blu's hypersensitivity kicked in overdrive and he felt an ominous aura spilling out into the air like tendrils. This was an aura he had never felt before, not even from people with the darkest of hearts. Blu was choking in fear, and in his enveloping trepidation, unwittingly gripped his hands around Oscar's arm for comfort and pulled himself in a bit closer.
Blu whispered to Oscar, his voice and body trembling feebly, but noticeable nonetheless, "Are those actually dogs like Ezra says? They feel like something else, something...macabre...?". Blu, having buried more bodies than he could count, imagined these bodies rising up from the depths of the ocean and laying waste to the world of the living. This was the nightmare he conjured in his mind that could best reflect what he was feeling in this moment. It was indescribable and he wondered if anyone else was feeling this--if anyone shared his unique sensitivity.
"Oscar...should I be worried? My majik...I don't know how useful it will be. I've never used it in this kind of situation before." His chest was palpitating so fast, it might burst. For now, he would do his best to timber his stirring heart, if only not to burden the others. Blu would do what he was told and think about a brighter tomorrow.
'Ole Ancient Ones...please give..." was the tribal prayer he began to mutter under his breath and in his mind. He would call upon his ancestors and his inner flame and carry with it with as much hope and courage as he could possibly muster.
Blu's empathy was an absolute burden to possess. Even without supernatural enhancements, it plagued his own psyche like a suffocating smog that filled his being. The tension and the back and forth—when would it end, he thought. He was feeling smothered by the negative emotions in a way he had never felt before. It constricted his chest and prodded at his gossamer heart. Hands trembling in the cold, he consumed the remainder of his tea and then placed the mug on the rail—pulling down the sleeves of his oversized sweater until they covered most of his hands.
He had hoped his idea would prove useful—worthy even. But alas, when Justin denied its viability, Blu nodded acquiescently and shrunk inward. It reminded him of the times back home when his grandmother would scold him for not taking his training to become a Funérailles serious enough. Blu would always meander off on some curiosity-induced escapade—exploring a hidden seaside grotto or befriending the nicer variety of wild animals that roamed their encampment. Blu had other ideas and things he'd wanted to express, but his grandmother was keen on shutting them down each and every time.
Those memories flooded his mind in that moment and Justin's rejection reminding him of those times. There was no hiding his disappointment of course—his cute round face had fallen into dismay and drew him out of his wistful reverie. At least there was Oscar around, whose warm reassuring smile and kind words filled him with a sense of stillness, and for a moment, helped to drive away all the negative energy that billowed from everyone. But it didn't last—not entirely. When he looked back to the group, his eyes met with Shane's and he felt his body tense again. That look. Was it animosity? Perhaps a glare of repulsion at Blu's impromptu arrival.
Blu could only exchange looks with Shane for so long before he looked away—visibly intimidated by the much bigger fellow. These were his "siblings", not by blood of course, but that matter? Perhaps it was too soon to consider them siblings yet. Maybe not even family. Blu wasn't unsure, but he found himself feeling more nad more afraid of them each waking moment. Maybe the idea of interloping even deeper with James' children brought a fear of the unknown. Blu had no fear of death. His profession made it so that death was an intricate aspect of reality, his reality—one that he had seen over and over and over again. But he'd always been on the outskirts of death—burying its aftermath out to sea. Being here, tonight, meant the possibility of seeing someone die before him was real and that was a different story he didn't want to explore.
Free from his inner thoughts for the time being, Blu remained quiet as he listened keenly to what everyone was saying. They were still using words that were unfamiliar to his ears, but he was starting to better understand the situation now. He wasn't naturally smart, but he was a quick learner once he truly focused. He was at least glad, that finally, they had come to some agreed upon solution. Whether it would work, however, was left to seen. But what he had seen, just before everyone started separating, was remarkable. The girl, Georgiana, had created a portal and then tossed the artifact into it, snapping it shut—a smell of flowers escaping the pocket realm and Blu was sure it reminded him of a pie he'd eaten before.
So they did possess magic, like him. He'd never met anyone else who could use magic, not the real kind anyways. But hers was so different from his own and it fascinated him. When Ezra asked if anyone had magic that made them stealthy, Blu was sure that more in the group had magical powers too. Maybe this was the connection Blu was hoping to find. At least it was something that bound him to them, no matter how fickle the connection actually was.
As Georgie stormed into the damaged mansion, Blu thought maybe he could help soothe her aching heart, even if just for a moment—it might be enough to get her to cooperate for the time being. Blu tugged at Oscar's sleeve and looked up at him with a gentle smile, "I'll be back."
Having heard Ezra's request to Sabrina, Blu thought it right to seize the opportunity. Maybe it wasn't his business—maybe none of this was his business—but he couldn't just sit idly by and do nothing. He slowly made his way to where Ezra stood and then tapped his back softly to get his attention.
"Ugh..hi Ezra. Ummm...I can go fetch Georgiana for you, if you'd like. Right...soooo, stealth is not a talent I possess, but I too have magic—like you guys. I can sort of, make people feel better, or something like that. Anyways, it's no trouble. I swear it."
The night air was crisp and as blistering and stifling as the unfolding chatter. In truth, it was more like a debate, with the sprinkling of microaggressions and rancor that clouded the discussion in a way that made Blu realize that this was a faulted family plagued by dark memories he was not privy to. What kind of family was this? These were his siblings? The children that James had told him about and called his own? Blu could feel every drip of bitterness shared among them and it left a rather sour taste in his mouth.
He took the tea that Tansy had offered him, cupped it between his hands for warmth and stared deeply into its contents. He was so so confused. Everyone was saying things he didn't understand and using words that had little to no contextual meaning to him. Apparitions? Horned Goddess? The Healer? His head was spinning like a pinwheel and he caught himself feeling dizzy as he stumbled lightly into Oscar, gripping his arm for support. "I'm sorry..." he said softly, righting himself and taking another sip of the tea.
The warmth filled him—and for a moment, it dulled the negative emotions that made him feel soddened. Blu may not have been the smartest, most powerful, or a natural-born leader like the others, but his generosity knew no bounds and he wanted to help in some way—any way. If not for the Vanburen children, then for James, the man who took him in and helped him forge a new life and discover a new world. This is what James would want for him right? To pay back the generosity that he had received.
Suddenly, an idea struck him and though he was not certain of its validity, he felt it would be a disservice if he didn't say it while tensions were still hot and the plan ill-defined still.
He cleared his throat anxiously, chugged the rest of his warm tea, and stepped forward out of Oscar's shadow. "Ummm...If I may..." he stammered, trying to make eye contact with everyone as he fiddled with his fingertips daintily, "...what has transpired is lost on me, but, from what I'm hearing, these...Wiccans? who attacked you all...I think maybe I can help."
As he spoke, his confidence grew and the usual softness of his tone became more clear and resolute. "It's unlikely that they know who I am or are aware of the...peculiar connection that I share with you all as James's ward. But perhaps, this unfamiliarity can be used to our advantage. I can go to the Wiccans first, on my own. I can feign interest in joining their group. Gain their trust. If your resolve is to confront them, I can keep them occupied and distracted while you prepare a proper strategy to ensare them. I really don't mind. James meant a lot to me and you're his children soooo...I want to help. Aaannnd...I swear I'm not as fragile as I look. I can protect myself if I have to."
Though in truth, he sympathized with Georgie on the matter. He would rather avoid this confrontation or at least, conclude it with no bloodshed. Blu hoped that this idea could help them end this without anyone having to get hurt.
What a busy night, Blu thought—perhaps busier than usual. The atmosphere was bustling as he prepared for his performance backstage in one of the guest rooms. It wasn't anything fancy for such a small and local establishment—just a large couch, a few sitting chairs, a coffee table with an urn full of sweets, and a sleek-looking vanity with mood lights overhead. He could feel the energy from beyond his dressing room, patrons eager for his appearance, likely already drunk on alcohol and some other questionable substances he was unfamiliar with.
He thought the vibes would give him a boost, reinvigorate his heart—but alas, it remained heavy for reasons he didn't quite yet understand. Blu just felt this ominous tear—a dark rift within the chaos of an exciting night. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was bringing him this strange feeling, when suddenly, a knock on the door dragged him out of his revelry.
Blu held his breathe, but let out a relieved sigh when his bandmates (Holland, Ricky, and Terra) practically bulldozed their way in before he had the chance to open the door.
"Did you see that guy? He was practically all over me and we haven't even performed yet." Terra boasted as she plopped on the couch and stuffed her mouth with a cherry sweet from the urn.
"Mhmm. The one with the stained button-down and toupee? A real catch babe." Holland teased her with his swanky British accent.
The woman gave him a searing look and then resigned herself to another candy—peppermint this time. A few testy words later and they were bickering again—per usual.
Blu looked at them with a knowing smile and then turned back to the vanity mirror, staring at his reflection ominously when Ricky walked up and draped his arms over Blu's shoulder. He rested his chin on Blu's head and then they both looked at each other through the mirror.
"You okay?" Ricky asked.
"Actually, no. I'm not. I don't know what it is, but...I have this strange feeling that something bad is going to happen tonight."
Ricky's gaze tensed, "Something bad?"
Blu nodded and then turned to him. "Should I be worried?"
Aside from the audible bickering between Holland and Terra, it was as though the room stood still for a moment. Blu and Ricky basked in that silence, locked into eachother's eyes in thick contemplation. Finally, Ricky pulled Blu up from the chair and then pulled him in for a warm embrace. As they hugged, Ricky, who was a head taller, peered down at him with a reassuring gaze.
"As long as we've been friends...I'd be stupid at this point to doubt you and those tingles you sometimes get. But..."
Blu looked up at him, "But?"
"Buuuut..just try not to worry about it until after the show. It won't serve you any good now anyways and we need you in the zone for this performance. Okay?"
Blu wasn't wholly convinced, but he nodded feebly nonetheless—not wanting to disappoint his bandmates or the audience. The bar had drawn a reasonable crowd because of their band, The Loveless, so he didn't want to be a burden for everyone—including the bar owner who booked them again.
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Dancing Goats Bar and Lounge ———> The Vanburen Estate
After Loveless finished performing, Blu lingered around in the bar for a bit, interacting with bar patrons and his fans alike. It wasn't long after, however, when a text from Oscar came to his phone. It was unexpected, considering they hadn't interacted much since Oscar last tutored him. And that was some time ago. The urgency in his texts was alarming, and Blu thought back to the bad feeling he'd had earlier. Could this have something to do with that?
He wasn't certain until Oscar arrived soon after and whisked him away out of concern for his safety. On the drive to the estate (Blu's first time being there in-person), Blu was startled into silence as Oscar explained what was going on. Wiccans attacking the Vanburen family? The possibility that he could have been their next target? But what was this cult and how dangerous were they really? So many questions rumbled through his mind like an unfettered storm. He clamped his hands around the ocarina hanging from his neck. Would he have to use his magic tonight? None of the Vanburen knew what he could do, but the thought passed his mind—this might be the night. If these cultists decide to rear their heads again while he's with his (siblings?), there is absolutely no way that he could just stand by and feign impotence.
Once they arrived at the Vanburen Estate, Blu couldn't help but gasp—a lump filling his throat and stomach as he gazed upon the old abode as it came closer into view. From this perspective, it was truly grand. After they parked, Blu followed Oscar to where everyone was waiting. His almond eyes moved like a wave over everyone. Starting from the two he didn't know (Tuyen and Justin respectively) and then his eyes took in the presence of each sibling that was present. Aside from Oscar's tutoring sessions and the one time Ezra paid him a "friendly" visit at one of the music venues in town, he had almost no physical interaction with the Vanburen siblings since James' funeral.
Despite his own relation to James, Blu felt like an awkward outsider, like he didn't quite belong amongst the rest of them. It was as though his position as the ward was inferior to their actual position within the family dynamic. He was the mystery child that no one knew anything about, so he wondered if anyone would question his presence here. The air was stiflingly cold and the vibes were tense, so Blu remained quiet as he listened to everyone speak and the situation began to unfold more and more. He wouldn't say much of anything unless spoken to, not wanting to impose himself or his own ideas into an affair that the others may not feel he needs to be involved in anyway.
But the idea of confronting the cultists head-on did not appeal to him, but it seemed as though this was the current leaning of sentiments. Blu carressed his ocarina softly. Perhaps this was the dark happening that he had feared.
Singing ⫻ Blu has a beautiful singing voice—which others have described as otherworldly. He believes he inherited this gift from his ancestors. You can often hear him idly humming a lullaby.
Sleeping ⫻ This may sound like a useless skill, but it's actually really beneficial. Blu can fall asleep anywhere—literally anywhere. Even short naps are enough to give him a substantial second wind.
Bilingual ⫻ He speaks two languages: The indigenous language of his tribe and English.
Musical Instruments ⫻ He is a master of playing his ocarina, a vessel flute that can create beautiful melodies. It's very handheld, so he wears it on a necklace made of horsehair. Blu has a natural affinity for music though and learned how to play several other musical instruments.
Burial Rites ⫻ Due to his upbringing and profession, Blu knows how to perform a unique form of funeral rites and is knowledgeable about matters relating to the dead.
Swimming ⫻ Also a product of his upbringing, Blu is an above-average swimmer and can hold his breath underwater for about 4-5 minutes.
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Even after I leave this world, I hope to stay this way. It's familiar..."
Everyone says that he resembles his paternal grandmother—an expression of wistfulness and that soft gaze forever searching into the beyond. Without thinking, he emulates her dispositions as though they were second nature. Blu's voice is kind of low and airy, with a sort of smoothness that makes it calm and ideal for reading bedtime stories. He has a unique way of speaking—shaping his words in a poetic or dreamlike manner.
His most striking characteristic is his long thick hair—coupled with dark almond eyes, a cute nose, and kissable lips. Blu's got high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and a round face—giving him an overall soft and boyish appearance. He's only 5'9", with a slim body and such little body hair that he practically looks as hairless as a girl. When he is focusing/concentrating on a really important task, he instinctively puts his hair into a ponytail.
He has a Native American tribal tattoo on the back of his neck and a birthmark-like marking on the underside of his tongue. His staple piece is a dangling feather earring that he wears in his left ear—though you can't really see it until he pulls his hair back. He also wears his vessel flute on a necklace. Sometimes he wears his tribal rings and wrist cuffs. Other than that, his style changes based on how he feels, though he predominately wears long sleeve sweaters, jackets, and loose flowy-earthy garbs.
Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "We must do what we can to preserve the humanity of people, even for the dead."
MAIN GOAL ⫻ To continue life as a musician. He hopes that his music will touch the hearts of others and inspire them to want to be better people for each other, themselves, and the planet. His goals may be unrealistic and too altruistic, but they are his goals nonetheless. If he can touch one person with his music, he is satisfied.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Blu believes that life and death are a vital part of the universe and that both are sacred and necessary to keep the balance. However, he feels as though the world does not value human life as it should, which leads to unnecessary and premature death. Through his music, he believes people can unite and put an end to the ridiculous bloodshed and stop causing each other so much suffering.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Blu is probably gay—but maybe bi. He's not really sure to be honest. He's never had sex with anyone before. He's never had a significant other or even had a first kiss. Although, since coming to Armaminta, he finds himself fancying other boys more than anyone else.
FEARS ⫻ Blu fears that he'll never have the chance to amend his actions and regain the favor of his Native American tribe. At the time, he fell for the allure and wonder of a new world outside of being a Funérailles. But at what cost? Will his tribe ever take him back? He fears that they may never. He also fears that he has disgraced his parents, grandparents, and ancestors by abruptly cutting off the legacy he was supposed to carry on—his supposed destiny.
REPUTATION ⫻ In Araminta, Blu has a favorable reputation with his audience. He regularly performs his music at small venues throughout the city, but nothing major. He doesn't want a big performance—he likes the intimacy and connections he can make with people at smaller shows. As a freelance music teacher, the parents of his students also see him as a positive member of the local community. No one really knows of his connection to James though.
Within the Vanburen family, Blu is a mysterious figure. For some reason, James kept Blu relatively hidden from most of the Vanburen family, including the children. James might have mentioned that he'd taken in a Native American ward in passing, but no formal introductions between Blu and his children were made before his death. Blu may have met some of the extended family once or twice (like a cousin or aunt), but mostly, Blu was a treasured jewel that James tried to keep away from everyone.
THOUGHTS ABOUT FATHER ⫻ Blu had a very rose-tinted and limited view of James. He sees James as a generous beacon of holy light. James must have been very meticulous about the sides of himself that he showed to Blu. James was someone who helped Blu discover a new world and gain new experiences. Most importantly, Blu could rediscover himself outside of his identity as a Funérailles thanks to James.
FLAWS ⫻ Blu is hypersensitive to the emotions of other people around him. So much so, that it can have a direct impact on his immediate psychological temperament and make him somewhat susceptible to manipulation and deception. He feels empathy and compassion for others to a fault and can become saddened or angered when someone else is feeling that way too. Sometimes, he loses himself in the moment and is unable to differentiate between his own feelings and someone else's. The pain and hardships of others weigh on him heavily, so he has to work on not drowning in the pain of others. It is this empathic nature that drives him to be quite stubborn and headstrong. Once he comes to a decision, it's nearly impossible to convince him otherwise-even if the decision is wrong (even though his intentions are benevolent). Because of his sensitive nature, he cries easily, is very sentimental, highly nostalgic, and can become clingy.
Also, Blu tends to wear his emotions on his sleeve. He is the epitome of an open book. He's very easy to read. Because he is so innately open with his feelings, some people may try to use that to take advantage of him.
Backstory ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "May my requiem accompany you on the journey to the afterlife."
Death is a fascinating phenomenon. The one and only thing that is guaranteed in this world. It's all around us even when we may not notice it. Each day that passes, it beckons for us, sings its siren song to drag us into the depths. And there are those in this world who come face to face with it. These people are what this world calls, Funérailles. The role of a Funérailles is a peculiar profession and those who become one don't usually live their lives hoping to be such. For most, it chose them. The Funérailles oversee and perform a cultural custom called Mer de rêves (The Sea of Dreams).
It is a profession unique to Blu's Native American tribe, a seafaring folk who've lived near the ocean for centuries and pride themselves on being (what they believe) the descendants of their ocean fae and star celestial ancestors. But even within this tribe, Funérailles are few and far between.
Why you might ask?
Most Funérailles are sent off by their tribe to live their entire lives in isolation on very small islands far off the coast—most of which have long since fallen under U.S. jurisdiction. And aside from the regular U.S. military operatives who sentinel these small islands, a Funérailles's interactions usually only occur when people from the mainland bring them the dead bodies of their loved ones, escorted by the U.S. operatives of course. Upon being brought the dead, a Funérailles will perform the funeral rites or Mer de rêves on the body and bury the body at sea, along with a Mementeau, an object that represents the individual's life and dreams. And in the act of burying the body (in an aquatic eco-friendly sarcaphagous) with the Mementau, that person's soul can finally find peace now that their dreams have been released to the sea.
"There is nothing more honourable in this world than a proper burial."
These underwater burials originated from the Old Religion of Blu's tribe and were closely tied to an ancient ceremony called the Festival of the Quiet. Nowadays, most of the religious aspects about it have been significantly diminished. Nonetheless, to have a loved one's remains cast to the depths of the sea by a Funérailles continues to be a great honour and way of showing respect to the dead. But it is an expensive alternative to traditional funerals and therefore, only the affluent can afford it. The Department of Justice Policy on Indian Sovereignty and Government-to-Government Relations with Indian Tribes reaffirms the value and significance of such a custom for Blu's tribe. Even still, it is a highly regulated tradition in collaboration with the U.S. government and Blu's tribe.
People who know about the custom understand that Mer de rêves is a privilege. It is much more honorable than having the bodies of your loved ones thrown into a giant heat vac or buried with hundreds of other random bodies.
Blu's grandparents knew that he was destined to become a Funérailles—even before he was born. After his parents met their untimely demise in a sea-faring accident, Blu's tribe chose him as the next Funérailles (as his grandparents had predicted) and his grandfather began training him in the ways of the profession—day in and day out. You can only become an official Funérailles if the teachings are directly taught and passed down to you by another Funérailles. Also, a true Funérailles has a small marking under their tongue, signifying them as such. This marking or birthmark—if you will—is believed to come from the ancestors.
At the age of 11, Blu was sent off to an island off the coast to begin performing the Mer de rêves-the replacement for a previous Funérailles who passed away. Over the course of six years, Blu would continue to fulfill his role, as he was seemingly destined to do so. Burying the dead at sea, laying out their ashes, and playing a melody to help their spirits pass on. Eventually, a man named James Vanburen would arrive on the island, seeking Blu's services for the burial of one of his many many children—Blu would eventually come to learn. James seemed like any other affluent individual who came to perform this special burial. But, there was a light that burned within the man—none like any other—and yet—an unimaginable sadness lingered there too.
It was this interaction—the strong emotion shared between Blu and James—that a Kindling-Event triggered. It was like a dream—a vision of the past where his ancestors spoke to him about his heritage, his role as a Funérailles, and the magic they would bestow to him through the use of his Ocarina. And their final message to him you might ask...
"You will have the power to unite us all..."
Whatever that meant, Blu would not know for a very long time.
Throughout that year, James Vanburen made several visits to Blu, greeting him with the untimely demise of one child after another. Over time, they would learn more about each other and begin to form a familial bond that almost reminded Blu of his own dearly departed father. The following year, at the age of 18, Blu's paternal grandparents passed away from illness (Blu had never met his maternal side of the family). With no other immediate family members to speak of and having not received any formal/traditional education since age 11, James took Blu in as his ward. In turn, Blu gained a father figure that he'd been lacking for so long.
Leaving his life as a Funérailles behind him (and disgraced by his tribe for leaving his duty), an 18 year old Blu would spend the next seven years integrating into the foreign city of Araminta—catching up on education, meeting new people, and forging a new way of living for himself. Eventually, Blu would begin working as a freelance music teacher and with the continued generosity of James, got his own apartment in the heart of the city—where he currently resides till this day.
He still misses the ocean from time to time though—the smell of the sea mist—the sound of the waves. Perhaps, one day, he'll return to his duty as a Funérailles and regain the favor of his tribe.
Maybe. Someday.
Abstraction ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Follow the starlight—and you'll find hope."
TYPE ⫻ Adept
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Pink-Lavender Lux. Channeler; An indigenous vessel flute--like an ocarina--passed down through the generations of his Native American tribe.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Blu channels his spells through his ocarina, which he uses to play different melodies—with each melody having a different effect. As he plays the vessel flute, it generates a stream of iridescent 'starlight', connecting like a tether to anyone that hears it--though it's more potent on The Blind. The stream of 'starlight' tethering from himself to other people is only visible to other Extra Normal Beings—but he can selectively decide who can and cannot hear it.
First Melody - Hope: This melody inspires feelings of hope, adoration, inspiration, and joy.
Second Melody - Vitesse: This melody amplifies the powers of other Extra Normal Beings and increases other people's physical capabilities—like stamina and running speed.
Third Melody - Pacify: This melody can placate and pacify people—making them less hostile, a bit more suggestive—and overall filling them with a general feeling of calm and peace within.
Fourth Melody - Dream: This melody can make people feel drowsy, and then eventually, it puts them to sleep.
Fifth Melody - Heal: This melody can nullify emotional and physical pain, though overuse on an individual can create a sort of addictive reliance or continued desire for it.
Six Melody - Hither: This melody can draw people to him, even from far away.
Seventh Melody - Scream: This melody has destructive qualities and can bring despair, fear, misery, anguish, and pain. (NOT YET LEARNED)
Hidden Melody - Sing: With time, he may learn to use his spells with his singing voice alone—but not just yet. (NOT YET LEARNED)
LIMITS ⫻ The obvious limitation is that the subject has to hear the Melodies that are being played. So they are limited but as far as people can logically hear them, they're still effective if enhanced or replayed by any devices. After the subject no longer hears the Melody; they will no longer be affected by the Abstraction. Their effects are not instant, however, and they become more and more effective the longer they hear it.
WEAKNESSES ⫻ While Blu is able to pick and choose who gets affected by his Melodies, he will receive the effects of ANY of the melodies he plays. While they may not be a problem with the First and Sixth melody (and he receives no effects from the Second), in the event of the Third, Fourth, and Seventh, he will receive the effects in full. In addition, an Extra-Normal being may severe the bind that connects his songs to others.
Other ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♪♫♬ "Let the wind blow, and carry my heart away with it." ♪♫♬
- That's his favorite line from one of his songs. - Blu also loves animals and has a dog, two cats, and a rabbit.
Oscar Vanburen
"He reminds me of James, someone whose warm and fills me with starlight." _______________________________________________
When a person passes on to the afterlife, sometimes their spirit may linger in our world and take shelter within the body of a loved one, slowly altering their personality to mirror their own. I only knew Oscar for a short while before James' death, but I believe that, maybe, some fragment of James resides within him. Oscar just radiates with the same glow that emanated from James, at least the James I knew. To meet someone so reliable and bright, of course I become but a moth, beguiled by my own heart to remain close to him.
Ezra Vanburen
"I think he's quite nice actually, just seems a bit weary is all." _______________________________________________
Last summer, I studied art and learned about chiaroscuro. It is an art technique defined by the contrast of shadow and light within a painting. Sometimes I think of chiaroscuro when I think of Ezra. Though our few moments together have always been fleeting, he's never not been kind to me. It's just...I don't know. Sometimes I get this strange feeling that he harbors little concern for me. As the eldest of James' children, I understand the burden he's had to bear. Am I just another unmarked weight to place on his shoulders? I feel regretful that that may be so.
Shane Vanburen
"When I look in his eyes, why does something feel broken?" _______________________________________________
My grandmother always said "Even the darkest waters harbor a world brimming with life". Be that as it may, I fear those shadowy depths. I spent so many years filling them with the bodies of the departed, and yet, the fear I felt for those same waters never faded. So now I don't know who to fear more, the skeletal abyss or Shane? Whenever he looks at me, I feel my veins turn to ice and my fingertips go numb. From the way his gaze splits my essence in two, I don't think he's very fond of my being here.
Singing ⫻ Blu has a beautiful singing voice—which others have described as otherworldly. He believes he inherited this gift from his ancestors. You can often hear him idly humming a lullaby.
Sleeping ⫻ This may sound like a useless skill, but it's actually really beneficial. Blu can fall asleep anywhere—literally anywhere. Even short naps are enough to give him a substantial second wind.
Bilingual ⫻ He speaks two languages: The indigenous language of his tribe and English.
Musical Instruments ⫻ He is a master of playing his ocarina, a vessel flute that can create beautiful melodies. It's very handheld, so he wears it on a necklace made of horsehair. Blu has a natural affinity for music though and learned how to play several other musical instruments.
Burial Rites ⫻ Due to his upbringing and profession, Blu knows how to perform a unique form of funeral rites and is knowledgeable about matters relating to the dead.
Swimming ⫻ Also a product of his upbringing, Blu is an above-average swimmer and can hold his breath underwater for about 4-5 minutes.
Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Even after I leave this world, I hope to stay this way. It's familiar..."
Everyone says that he resembles his paternal grandmother—an expression of wistfulness and that soft gaze forever searching into the beyond. Without thinking, he emulates her dispositions as though they were second nature. Blu's voice is kind of low and airy, with a sort of smoothness that makes it calm and ideal for reading bedtime stories. He has a prim way of speaking—shaping his words in a poetic or dreamlike manner.
His most striking characteristic is his long thick hair—coupled with dark almond eyes, a cute nose, and kissable lips. Blu's got high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and a round face—giving him an overall soft and boyish appearance. He's only 5'9", with a slim body and such little body hair that he practically looks as hairless as a girl. When he is focusing/concentrating on a really important task, he instinctively puts his hair into a ponytail.
He has a Native American tribal tattoo on the back of his neck and a birthmark-like marking on the underside of his tongue. His staple piece is a dangling feather earring that he wears in his left ear—though you can't really see it until he pulls his hair back. He also wears his vessel flute on a necklace. Sometimes he wears his tribal rings and wrist cuffs. Other than that, his style changes based on how he feels, though he predominately wears long sleeve sweaters, jackets, and loose flowy-earthy garbs.
Psychology ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "We must do what we can to preserve the humanity of people, even for the dead."
MAIN GOAL ⫻ To continue life as a musician. He hopes that his music will touch the hearts of others and inspire them to want to be better people for each other, themselves, and the planet. His goals may be unrealistic and too altruistic, but they are his goals nonetheless. If he can touch one person with his music, he is satisfied.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Blu believes that life and death are a vital part of the universe and that both are sacred and necessary to keep the balance. However, he feels as though the world does not value human life as it should, which leads to unnecessary and premature death. Through his music, he believes people can unite and put an end to the ridiculous bloodshed and stop causing each other so much suffering.
SEXUALITY ⫻ Blu is probably gay—but maybe bi. He's not really sure to be honest. He's never had sex with anyone before. He's never had a significant other or even had a first kiss. Although, since coming to Armaminta, he finds himself fancying other boys more than anyone else.
FEARS ⫻ Blu fears that he'll never have the chance to amend his actions and regain the favor of his Native American tribe. At the time, he fell for the allure and wonder of a new world outside of being a Funérailles. But at what cost? Will his tribe ever take him back? He fears that they may never. He also fears that he has disgraced his parents, grandparents, and ancestors by abruptly cutting off the legacy he was supposed to carry on—his supposed destiny.
REPUTATION ⫻ In Araminta, Blu has a favorable reputation with his audience. He regularly performs his music at small venues throughout the city, but nothing major. He doesn't want a big performance—he likes the intimacy and connections he can make with people at smaller shows. As a freelance music teacher, the parents of his students also see him as a positive member of the local community. No one really knows of his connection to James though.
Within the Vanburen family, Blu is a mysterious figure. For some reason, James kept Blu relatively hidden from most of the Vanburen family, including the children. James might have mentioned that he'd taken in a Native American ward in passing, but no formal introductions between Blu and his children were made before his death. Blu may have met some of the extended family once or twice (like a cousin or aunt), but mostly, Blu was a treasured jewel that James tried to keep away from everyone.
THOUGHTS ABOUT FATHER ⫻ Blu had a very rose-tinted and limited view of James. He sees James as a generous beacon of holy light. James must have been very meticulous about the sides of himself that he showed to Blu. James was someone who helped Blu discover a new world and gain new experiences. Most importantly, Blu could rediscover himself outside of his identity as a Funérailles thanks to James.
FLAWS ⫻ Blu is hypersensitive to the emotions of other people around him. So much so, that it can have a direct impact on his immediate psychological temperament and make him somewhat susceptible to manipulation and deception. He feels empathy and compassion for others to a fault and can become saddened or angered when someone else is feeling that way too. Sometimes, he loses himself in the moment and is unable to differentiate between his own feelings and someone else's. The pain and hardships of others weigh on him heavily, so he has to work on not drowning in the pain of others. It is this empathic nature that drives him to be quite stubborn and headstrong. Once he comes to a decision, it's nearly impossible to convince him otherwise-even if the decision is wrong (even though his intentions are benevolent). Because of his sensitive nature, he cries easily, is very sentimental, highly nostalgic, and can become clingy.
Also, Blu tends to wear his emotions on his sleeve. He is the epitome of an open book. He's very easy to read. Because he is so innately open with his feelings, some people may try to use that to take advantage of him.
Backstory ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "May my requiem accompany you on the journey to the afterlife."
Death is a fascinating phenomenon. The one and only thing that is guaranteed in this world. It's all around us even when we may not notice it. Each day that passes, it beckons for us, sings its siren song to drag us into the depths. And there are those in this world who come face to face with it. These people are what this world calls, Funérailles. The role of a Funérailles is a peculiar profession and those who become one don't usually live their lives hoping to be such. For most, it chose them. The Funérailles oversee and perform a cultural custom called Mer de rêves (The Sea of Dreams).
It is a profession unique to Blu's Native American tribe, a seafaring folk who've lived near the ocean for centuries and pride themselves on being (what they believe) the descendants of their ocean fae and star celestial ancestors. But even within this tribe, Funérailles are few and far between.
Why you might ask?
Most Funérailles are sent off by their tribe to live their entire lives in isolation on very small islands far off the coast—most of which have long since fallen under U.S. jurisdiction. And aside from the regular U.S. military operatives who sentinel these small islands, a Funérailles's interactions usually only occur when people from the mainland bring them the dead bodies of their loved ones, escorted by the U.S. operatives of course. Upon being brought the dead, a Funérailles will perform the funeral rites or Mer de rêves on the body and bury the body at sea, along with a Mementeau, an object that represents the individual's life and dreams. And in the act of burying the body (in an aquatic eco-friendly sarcaphagous) with the Mementau, that person's soul can finally find peace now that their dreams have been released to the sea.
"There is nothing more honourable in this world than a proper burial."
These underwater burials originated from the Old Religion of Blu's tribe and were closely tied to an ancient ceremony called the Festival of the Quiet. Nowadays, most of the religious aspects about it have been significantly diminished. Nonetheless, to have a loved one's remains cast to the depths of the sea by a Funérailles continues to be a great honour and way of showing respect to the dead. But it is an expensive alternative to traditional funerals and therefore, only the affluent can afford it. The Department of Justice Policy on Indian Sovereignty and Government-to-Government Relations with Indian Tribes reaffirms the value and significance of such a custom for Blu's tribe. Even still, it is a highly regulated tradition in collaboration with the U.S. government and Blu's tribe.
People who know about the custom understand that Mer de rêves is a privilege. It is much more honorable than having the bodies of your loved ones thrown into a giant heat vac or buried with hundreds of other random bodies.
Blu's grandparents knew that he was destined to become a Funérailles—even before he was born. After his parents met their untimely demise in a sea-faring accident, Blu's tribe chose him as the next Funérailles (as his grandparents had predicted) and his grandfather began training him in the ways of the profession—day in and day out. You can only become an official Funérailles if the teachings are directly taught and passed down to you by another Funérailles. Also, a true Funérailles has a small marking under their tongue, signifying them as such. This marking or birthmark—if you will—is believed to come from the ancestors.
At the age of 11, Blu was sent off to an island off the coast to begin performing the Mer de rêves-the replacement for a previous Funérailles who passed away. Over the course of six years, Blu would continue to fulfill his role, as he was seemingly destined to do so. Burying the dead at sea, laying out their ashes, and playing a melody to help their spirits pass on. Eventually, a man named James Vanburen would arrive on the island, seeking Blu's services for the burial of one of his many many children—Blu would eventually come to learn. James seemed like any other affluent individual who came to perform this special burial. But, there was a light that burned within the man—none like any other—and yet—an unimaginable sadness lingered there too.
It was this interaction—the strong emotion shared between Blu and James—that a Kindling-Event triggered. It was like a dream—a vision of the past where his ancestors spoke to him about his heritage, his role as a Funérailles, and the magic they would bestow to him through the use of his Ocarina. And their final message to him you might ask...
"You will have the power to unite us all..."
Whatever that meant, Blu would not know for a very long time.
Throughout that year, James Vanburen made several visits to Blu, greeting him with the untimely demise of one child after another. Over time, they would learn more about each other and begin to form a familial bond that almost reminded Blu of his own dearly departed father. The following year, at the age of 18, Blu's paternal grandparents passed away from illness (Blu had never met his maternal side of the family). With no other immediate family members to speak of and having not received any formal/traditional education since age 11, James took Blu in as his ward. In turn, Blu gained a father figure that he'd been lacking for so long.
Leaving his life as a Funérailles behind him (and disgraced by his tribe for leaving his duty), an 18 year old Blu would spend the next seven years integrating into the foreign city of Araminta—catching up on education, meeting new people, and forging a new way of living for himself. Eventually, Blu would begin working as a freelance music teacher and with the continued generosity of James, got his own apartment in the heart of the city—where he currently resides till this day.
He still misses the ocean from time to time though—the smell of the sea mist—the sound of the waves. Perhaps, one day, he'll return to his duty as a Funérailles and regain the favor of his tribe.
Maybe. Someday.
Abstraction ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Follow the starlight—and you'll find hope."
TYPE ⫻ Adept
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Pink-Lavender Lux. Channeler; An indigenous vessel flute--like an ocarina--passed down through the generations of his Native American tribe.
ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ Blu channels his spells through his ocarina, which he uses to play different melodies—with each melody having a different effect. As he plays the vessel flute, it generates a stream of iridescent 'starlight', connecting like a tether to anyone that hears it--though it's more potent on The Blind. The stream of 'starlight' tethering from himself to other people is only visible to other Extra Normal Beings—but he can selectively decide who can and cannot hear it.
First Melody - Hope: This melody inspires feelings of hope, adoration, inspiration, and joy.
Second Melody - Vitesse: This melody amplifies the powers of other Extra Normal Beings and increases other people's physical capabilities—like stamina and running speed.
Third Melody - Pacify: This melody can placate and pacify people—making them less hostile, a bit more suggestive—and overall filling them with a general feeling of calm and peace within.
Fourth Melody - Dream: This melody can make people feel drowsy, and then eventually, it puts them to sleep.
Fifth Melody - Heal: This melody can nullify emotional and physical pain, though overuse on an individual can create a sort of addictive reliance or continued desire for it.
Six Melody - Hither: This melody can draw people to him, even from far away. (NOT YET LEARNED)
Seventh Melody - Scream: This melody has destructive qualities and can bring despair, fear, misery, anguish, and pain. (NOT YET LEARNED)
Hidden Melody - Sing: With time, he may learn to use his spells with his singing voice alone—but not just yet. (NOT YET LEARNED)
LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)
WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)
Other ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ♪♫♬ "Let the wind blow, and carry my heart away with it." ♪♫♬
- That's his favorite line from one of his songs. - Blu also loves animals and has a dog, two cats, and a rabbit.
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