Astarael42

De’ Seil Carnival - Soul Collecting Carnival

@sweet. thats awesome! Were I in your shoes I wouldn't plan on doing anything else either. I don't necessarily believe money can buy happiness but it sure helps and if people want to give it to you in such large amounts why stop them?

@aki. I despise being sick too (I say as I dress to go to work and am miserably sick myself).

Rites of Passage

never fear Fatal Error. WE shall move on even if it be only three or two or whatever. :-) I have a post up. I shall be editing the first OOC post tomorrow to bring things up to date including but not limited to known clues, etc.

Rites of Passage

Brisa blinked in startled surprise at the vehemence in Dakin’s voice. He kinda scared her now. Her eyes were wide as saucers as she pointed back the way she came.

“Baker’s” she said quietly, eyes never leaving Dakin’s face. “His cellar. With Autry and Aheric. They will be safe there. I meant to get you but I…” she stopped realizing she had no real excuse and she probably shouldn’t try to excuse it anyway. It was a bit of a lack.

“I forgot. Argurios is back there. He helped me move them. I’m so sorry Dakin. I’ll show you. ”

She sniffled a bit and hoped he wouldn’t be too upset with her. She would have been distraught if someone found Autry dead before she did. Without speaking further to Ronin, she had all but forgotten him, she turned and headed back the way she had come.

“I’ve never seen a knight here” she called over her shoulder to Ronin as she finally remembered he had said something. “And everyone is gone now.” Her last comment faded off indistinctly as she increased the distance between them.

****
Thovren shrugged at Brisa’s totally scattered appearance, ramble, and disappearance before he helped Ronin get the gate open, the horse inside, and close the gate.

Brisa’s words were not lost on those at the wall however, there were at least three dead bodies. Oddly, or purposely, they were three of the town’s greatest leaders and protectors. The only one that was missing was Serath as head of the militia. That was one more odd fact in this pile up of odd things.

***

It was still morning, that fact tumbled around in Brisa’s head, as she stood near the Baker’s house. She had shown Dakin where the three had been “buried” and now was standing, alone and uncertain trying to figure out what to do.

She was going to leave, that much was certain. She would head back the way that the new boy had come. She may have been scattered in ordinary thoughts, but once she had direction…such as her plan to find and repay the killers of Autry…she could be quite meticulous.

It spoke volumes that she only cared about Autry, not her own family which had disappeared with the town. She had not asked about them, had not shed a tear for them. In fact she hadn’t even thought of them until this very moment.

She knew she could fetch her family’s pack goat, it was a pack goat, and that there would be plenty of supplies in her house. Not only that she knew where everything was. She ran off without another word.

****

She reached her house quickly, it was one of the smaller ones, all mud and clay but well built. Her parents were potters, they had a way with clay. It was strong and clean and neat looking.

Brisa didn’t hesitate, just ran inside. It was inside that the loss of her only true family hit her. Hard, deep, in the gut. What if she never saw them again?

She stood stock still looking around the room, the shadows and light through the open door. Now, surrounded by all she had known all her life, she cried for them. For several moments she stood in the doorway sobbing before she forced herself to continue and do what she had come for. Wiping her eyes dry she ventured in, knowing exactly what she was looking for.

She collected saddle bags, very odd looking ones, and filled them with dried fruit, bits of meat, hard biscuits, and three very small skeins of water. She found her father’s travel blanket, she didn’t know what it was made of but it was warm and not wool. She hated wool. She had no idea what travel would be like, she was just trying to guess. Of course she was so intent on the travel aspect she wasn’t really thinking of the danger. She grabbed nothing that could remotely be used as a weapon.

Finally slid her mother’s wedding band into a pouch on her belt, she had several for odd bits of things Autry told her were always invaluable. Her mother never wore the ring anymore, it had been crafted when she was much younger and no longer fit on hands worn by constantly working clay, but she always kept it near her in the house and took it with her when she left. It was obvious to Brisa that whatever had happened, her mother hadn’t even time to grab that before she was “disappeared.”

So equipped Brisa headed to the little shelter that housed the family goat. Not only was the goat a milk goat, she was also a pack goat. Her father and mother used her to haul clay in from the moors. Now Brisa loaded her with what she had chosen to take on her adventure.

Leading the silent animal out of the pen she headed back to where she had left Dakin, Kaya, and Argurios. By now everyone had a chance to gather.

It was noon, and the sun was high by the time Brisa walked up to the others, determination clearly written all over her face. It was plain no one was going to talk her out of whatever it was she had resolved to do. She took stubborn to new heights. She had vowed to be completely stubborn on this one.

“I copied down the words on the wall” she said pointing. “I don’t know what language they are in, but I think they are important. Like Thovren’s letter. Something to do with this place, with what happened here. I’m going to try and find out. I need more information though, and someone who can read this writing. Or if I can find more of it maybe I can figure it out.”

She looked at Ronin. ”You came from Llorkh right? I’m going to head that direction.” She didn’t mention it was the only logical direction to head, the road went there and into the desert. And she wasn’t about to go into the desert.

“I think it’s the best hope. Maybe I can find more clues. But I have to at least try and find out what happened to Autry and, well maybe I can bring her killer to justice. I don’t’ know. I just know I have to try. Could you maybe help me open the gate? I want to get far away from the moor before dark.”

She didn’t ask anyone else to come with her, she hoped someone would. She had never minded being alone before. Now she was afraid she was doing the stupidest thing she had ever done in her life. She didn’t want to be all alone when she failed. She desperately hoped someone would come with her. To talk to her or help or something. She just didn’t want to be alone in this.

De’ Seil Carnival - Soul Collecting Carnival

@sweet. If people are willing to throw money away you might as well be the one to take it. That seems like very sound logic to me.

De’ Seil Carnival - Soul Collecting Carnival

My next day off is Sunday. Saturday night or sunday is my ETA for posting. Probably the latter. I grew ill and work does not stop even if sick so I'm pretty exhausted.

Rites of Passage

yup. It happened. I got sick. Will post tomorrow.

De’ Seil Carnival - Soul Collecting Carnival

Vol leaned indolently against the wall at the rear of the tent, quiet and still as he listened to the Wish Master speak. The brim of his top hat covered his hazel eyes and kept his face mostly in shadow. His thoughts, like his eyes, were hidden and guarded. Even at the uproar following Ty’s query he remained silent and still.

He looked like a person out of time; and in many ways he was. He always had been, even before he gained his youthful immortality. He preferred slightly anachronistic garb such as tailcoats, tailored vests, and cravats. He completed the ensemble with a top hat, cane and sometimes a rather old fashioned revolver. They were all designed to ensure that one remembered him. He planned that he would never blend into a crowd but always dominate a stranger’s eye, forever being the one remembered. It was a costume, just as the sparkling body suits of the acrobats or the glittering garb of the belly dancers. The only difference was that he was almost never out of his chosen costume.

He had disdained to join the others in the seats, mostly because he had no desire to socialize with any of them at the moment. He had no friends, and only small few that he would even consider engaging in anything other than superficial conversation. At his feet his wolverines wandered about, sniffing and snuffling and grumbling in their low voices. They were the closest thing he had to a friend, and he understood them and their natures far better than he understood even himself. He mulled over Mr. Seil's words, turning them around and around in his mind. Very like the way the wolverines, frolicking at his feet, were currently turning a chicken head over and over. He was briefly concerned about where they might have picked up an unattached chicken head. He banished his worry, that concern was unimportant in the wake of the news that had just been delievered.

He watched the other contracted, his observant eyes working to read each of his fellow workers. He ignored the comedy routine from Adracos; it was not worth his time at the moment; and instead eyed those gathered wracking his memory for anything out of the ordinary. He came up with nothing. He was not inclined to be troubled over the news of the disappearances. He was concerned he might be next naturally, but that was really all he cared about. The implications of Seil’s news, however, were very interesting. To his eye it spoke of someone or something that sought to undermine the Wish Master. Particularly since the force, whatever it was, had managed not only to take twelve of Mr. Seil’s bond workers but also souls that had been branded to him. Very nearly a direct attack on the Wish Master himself. Such a situation would be very dangerous for all involved, particularly those caught in the crossfire of what could potentially be a titanic battle. Even if the battle was a battle of subterfuge and sabotage.

I wonder if Seil happened not to notice until twelve were missing, if twelve went missing at once, or if he noticed but didn’t care to warn us until twelve were missing . His smile was slim as he mused on this topic. The answer, and the reaction it might invoke from those gathered, could reveal much. He shifted his weight and straightened up, tipping the brim of his hat up with a slim gloved finger so that he may see and be seen better. Since the gathering seemed on the verge of descending into random acts of nonsense he decied he would voice his own questions.

“I have two further questions Sir, if you might indulge my curiosity” Vol spoke from the back, pitching his ever-charming to carry easily across all gathered. “Watch and observe we all shall, of that I have no doubt. However I am wondering…did all twelve vanish at once or one at a time, in a trickle? As to the second question…these souls you mentioned, the ones that have been misplaced, were they collected by the missing twelve or a variety of workers, perhaps even collected by those of us here assembled?”

De’ Seil Carnival - Soul Collecting Carnival

Vox would have been an excellent name. Alas I did not think of it. Pity.

De’ Seil Carnival - Soul Collecting Carnival

Thanks Aki but no that didn't work either. Potentially a formatting problem with my computer. Vol and his relationship chart are, however, now residing there. I still need to add symbols to his relationship chart but Vol's thoughts are there. My next day off is Tuesday barring anything unforseen. I shall post at that time.

De' Seil Carnival Characters & Relationship Thread (Exclusive & Private)

Vol

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

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.

Nate Armstrong

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.

Nate

♥ = 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

Nalia Armstrong

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.

Nalia

♥ = 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