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Haha, love your interpretation. ;)
Hello everyone, the first post is in! After reading over the profiles, the people I was sure had met Avalon were Sel, Kucing, Empie and Gideon. I think there should be more than enough opportunity in the beginning for Lior, Ritka and Aelana to make their appearances.
I don't much mind which point of view you would like to write from. I do think it would be nice to put your character's name and their location (where they are at the start of the post) at the top of your post in bold. This will keep things a bit clearer for everyone.
Let me know if you're confused by anything I've written and I'll try to clear it up. I look forward to reading everything you guys write!
I don't much mind which point of view you would like to write from. I do think it would be nice to put your character's name and their location (where they are at the start of the post) at the top of your post in bold. This will keep things a bit clearer for everyone.
Let me know if you're confused by anything I've written and I'll try to clear it up. I look forward to reading everything you guys write!
Avalon ~ Castle Gandryll
Avalon stood in front of the King, his wet hair still sticking to his hollowed cheekbones and his long jacket creating a noticeable puddle on the wooden floor. Castle Gandryll, sometimes known as the Castle in the Sky, was as much of a prison as a palace. It was a formidable stronghold on a mountain that was nestled within 200 ft. redwood trees that set it high above the surrounding city. The vast network of bridges, pulley operated elevators and ladders made it impenetrable during war, but extremely inconvenient to access for someone with legitimate business there. It did have its own infrastructure and those living there could easily survive without needing to venture down from their dwelling within the thick branches. However, despite being constructed of beautifully polished woods and glittering auburn stone, it lacked warmth. A kind of decay seemed to hang in the air, as if the place was rotting from the inside out.
"You redecorated," Avalon stated stonily, glancing around the throne room that was now draped with rich furs and ornaments. "As your economic advisor, I told you that your coffers could not support such luxurious purchases."
"You know, they're all gifts. This is the month of my birthday and I am still receiving presents from across the Four Kingdoms, as is customary - you ought to know. And I don't think I've received one from you," King Leolin glanced accusingly at Avalon who unflinchingly met his eyes. To Avalon, King Leolin was a petulant child playing dress-up who believed that merely wearing a crown gave him all the power of a kingdom. It was only his first year on the throne but he should have learned by now that no gift comes free.
At closer inspection, the furs that draped the walls and covered the floor were actually softly oiled silvery fish skin, most likely mermaid, that caught the candle light and cast it across the entire room in soft spectral rays. Old tight fisted Siorus would not be this generous unless he wanted something in return. Avalon still did not know how to respond to King Maxen and Queen Meiriona's contribution to Leolin's birthday celebration. Did they know what they had actually sent when they gifted the snow leopard? Aurelia had yet to recognize the occasion, and with the month coming to a close, the move could be interpreted as thinly veiled disapproval.
"I am here to talk about your operatives. It has not been an easy day," Avalon removed his jacket, revealing heavily bruised arms and long scratches that spanned from his throat to his chest. They appeared to have only just begun to scab over.
"So you haven't been able to control Kucing? I thought you were a bit better than this." Leolin raised his eyebrow, visibly taken aback by Avalon's wounds.
"No, these I received protecting Gideon from himself. He is very skillful, but prone to outbursts. I believe he got in an altercation with Sel, but I won't jump to conclusions. I told you this project was high risk and you encouraged me to press on. The Empusa I reached out to has proven to be high functioning and very appropriate for this work, which will hopefully compensate for Kucing. She is unable to remain in her human transformation for much time and is very unstable. I think being around other Canavar will help stabilize her," Avalon replied, picturing the recruits and wincing a bit internally.
"I thought you promised me a unit, four half-wild Canavar is not nearly the quality nor the number that I require. I trusted you to protect me and I feel surrounded by uncaged beasts." Leolin grimaced, the disgust displayed widely across his face.
"I do see beasts surrounding you, but they're not my Canavar. They are the Lords and Ladies of Gandryll who are seeking to devour you alive. I do my best to protect you, but you make it extremely difficult to do so when you blatantly ignore most, if not all, of my advising. I have sworn my loyalty and I will do all I can to keep you in power, but you must prove yourself worthy of the throne or all of my work is useless," Avalon said coldly through tight lips. He spun around on his heel, picked up his still damp jacket and walked from the throne room without looking back. "Duty calls, but hopefully my report enlightened you. I will meet with you again upon the morrow."
The rain clouds had broken and the deep sienna of the sinking sun lit up the forest surrounding the castle in hues of red and orange that made it appear to be aflame. It was both comforting and terrifying, a feeling Avalon was very familiar with. The castle was devoid of people as everyone had retired to their beds and the noises of the forest hung heavy in the air. He walked outside until he came to a ledge. Below one could see brief glimpses of Gandryll's City Center through the thick canopy of trees. He paused for a moment, taking it all in, before letting himself fall forward. He travelled through the air, feeling the wind whipping around his hair and clothing. The ground was nearing and he felt the familiar drop in his heart, the instinctive fear response that this sense of plummeting always created, no matter how many times he did it. He kept falling until he could almost count the stones on the ground before him. The fear blinded him, it always did, and his vision went dark. But, just when he was sure his body would crash upon the paving, he felt the familiar lift. His vision had returned and he could now see little details that he had missed before and his hearing now allowed him to identify each separate noise within the wave of sound. Vast silver wings carried him through the air and Gandryll become smaller and smaller, shrinking below him as currents of air pushed him upwards. Avalon constantly kept his emotions in check but moments like this - the freedom of flight in the light of the moon - was enough release to keep him sane and doing his job for a little while longer.
When he had landed and recovered his clothing, he travelled to the base of the castle where sturdy lodges for the servants were built into gnarled roots. Night had fully fallen and the darkness was almost oppressive as lights were largely forbidden after dark for fear of accidental fires. Beyond this area were thick thorns that grew protectively around the base of the castle. Avalon navigated them deftly and came to a door obscured by leaves and growth. Within was a hidden annex that was once used to house political prisoners. Only the King and his advisor knew of it and though it did not serve the purpose it was intended for, it proved a perfect safe house for the Canavar.
He stepped inside and was met with the warm glow of a lantern. Within the lantern was an orange orb of light that bobbed up and down, occasionally knocking against the glass. It was a will-o-wisp, known to the people of Gandryll as Ghost Candles. They had been outlawed and identified as contraband, but that did not keep Avalon from making use of them. This lantern was held by an angular looking young man, Sel, whose fiery hair could never brighten the haunted darkness that hung in his eyes. Sel set up the lantern in the center of the room and the utilitarian furnishings became visible. There were a number of bunks set into the wall as well as a hearth for cooking. One door led into a large fortified room that Avalon had turned into a training area and another which revealed a long and convoluted passageway into the underbelly of the castle. It was sparse but well outfitted with everything they needed.
Avalon stood by the lantern, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Three others emerged from the within the annex and when they stood in the light, Avalon saw clearly how motley they were. They originated from all corners of the Four Kingdoms and from all stations in life. It would be a challenge to unite them, but that was the most important part of training. If they could work together, they could be unstoppable. But at the moment, the likelihood of that remained questionable.
"I have your first mission. I have been following the news regarding Lady Taliesin's missing son. My sources have provided me information regarding a recent payment she made to Wolfsbane, a pair of assassins operating out of West Gandryll. That's not quite the search and rescue team I had expected. Further information revealed that Wolfsbane was unsuccessful. The surviving member spoke of a beast that appeared out of nowhere who gutted her partner before escaping into the forest. This is more than enough to raise suspicion that there is a Canavar involved. Prepare yourselves, we will begin our search in City Center upon daybreak. This mission is about information gathering, you will need to be discreet and perceptive. Although, at this point, I do not think we are the only ones searching for the young Taliesin. Be prepared. That's all, goodnight."
Avalon stood in front of the King, his wet hair still sticking to his hollowed cheekbones and his long jacket creating a noticeable puddle on the wooden floor. Castle Gandryll, sometimes known as the Castle in the Sky, was as much of a prison as a palace. It was a formidable stronghold on a mountain that was nestled within 200 ft. redwood trees that set it high above the surrounding city. The vast network of bridges, pulley operated elevators and ladders made it impenetrable during war, but extremely inconvenient to access for someone with legitimate business there. It did have its own infrastructure and those living there could easily survive without needing to venture down from their dwelling within the thick branches. However, despite being constructed of beautifully polished woods and glittering auburn stone, it lacked warmth. A kind of decay seemed to hang in the air, as if the place was rotting from the inside out.
"You redecorated," Avalon stated stonily, glancing around the throne room that was now draped with rich furs and ornaments. "As your economic advisor, I told you that your coffers could not support such luxurious purchases."
"You know, they're all gifts. This is the month of my birthday and I am still receiving presents from across the Four Kingdoms, as is customary - you ought to know. And I don't think I've received one from you," King Leolin glanced accusingly at Avalon who unflinchingly met his eyes. To Avalon, King Leolin was a petulant child playing dress-up who believed that merely wearing a crown gave him all the power of a kingdom. It was only his first year on the throne but he should have learned by now that no gift comes free.
At closer inspection, the furs that draped the walls and covered the floor were actually softly oiled silvery fish skin, most likely mermaid, that caught the candle light and cast it across the entire room in soft spectral rays. Old tight fisted Siorus would not be this generous unless he wanted something in return. Avalon still did not know how to respond to King Maxen and Queen Meiriona's contribution to Leolin's birthday celebration. Did they know what they had actually sent when they gifted the snow leopard? Aurelia had yet to recognize the occasion, and with the month coming to a close, the move could be interpreted as thinly veiled disapproval.
"I am here to talk about your operatives. It has not been an easy day," Avalon removed his jacket, revealing heavily bruised arms and long scratches that spanned from his throat to his chest. They appeared to have only just begun to scab over.
"So you haven't been able to control Kucing? I thought you were a bit better than this." Leolin raised his eyebrow, visibly taken aback by Avalon's wounds.
"No, these I received protecting Gideon from himself. He is very skillful, but prone to outbursts. I believe he got in an altercation with Sel, but I won't jump to conclusions. I told you this project was high risk and you encouraged me to press on. The Empusa I reached out to has proven to be high functioning and very appropriate for this work, which will hopefully compensate for Kucing. She is unable to remain in her human transformation for much time and is very unstable. I think being around other Canavar will help stabilize her," Avalon replied, picturing the recruits and wincing a bit internally.
"I thought you promised me a unit, four half-wild Canavar is not nearly the quality nor the number that I require. I trusted you to protect me and I feel surrounded by uncaged beasts." Leolin grimaced, the disgust displayed widely across his face.
"I do see beasts surrounding you, but they're not my Canavar. They are the Lords and Ladies of Gandryll who are seeking to devour you alive. I do my best to protect you, but you make it extremely difficult to do so when you blatantly ignore most, if not all, of my advising. I have sworn my loyalty and I will do all I can to keep you in power, but you must prove yourself worthy of the throne or all of my work is useless," Avalon said coldly through tight lips. He spun around on his heel, picked up his still damp jacket and walked from the throne room without looking back. "Duty calls, but hopefully my report enlightened you. I will meet with you again upon the morrow."
The rain clouds had broken and the deep sienna of the sinking sun lit up the forest surrounding the castle in hues of red and orange that made it appear to be aflame. It was both comforting and terrifying, a feeling Avalon was very familiar with. The castle was devoid of people as everyone had retired to their beds and the noises of the forest hung heavy in the air. He walked outside until he came to a ledge. Below one could see brief glimpses of Gandryll's City Center through the thick canopy of trees. He paused for a moment, taking it all in, before letting himself fall forward. He travelled through the air, feeling the wind whipping around his hair and clothing. The ground was nearing and he felt the familiar drop in his heart, the instinctive fear response that this sense of plummeting always created, no matter how many times he did it. He kept falling until he could almost count the stones on the ground before him. The fear blinded him, it always did, and his vision went dark. But, just when he was sure his body would crash upon the paving, he felt the familiar lift. His vision had returned and he could now see little details that he had missed before and his hearing now allowed him to identify each separate noise within the wave of sound. Vast silver wings carried him through the air and Gandryll become smaller and smaller, shrinking below him as currents of air pushed him upwards. Avalon constantly kept his emotions in check but moments like this - the freedom of flight in the light of the moon - was enough release to keep him sane and doing his job for a little while longer.
When he had landed and recovered his clothing, he travelled to the base of the castle where sturdy lodges for the servants were built into gnarled roots. Night had fully fallen and the darkness was almost oppressive as lights were largely forbidden after dark for fear of accidental fires. Beyond this area were thick thorns that grew protectively around the base of the castle. Avalon navigated them deftly and came to a door obscured by leaves and growth. Within was a hidden annex that was once used to house political prisoners. Only the King and his advisor knew of it and though it did not serve the purpose it was intended for, it proved a perfect safe house for the Canavar.
He stepped inside and was met with the warm glow of a lantern. Within the lantern was an orange orb of light that bobbed up and down, occasionally knocking against the glass. It was a will-o-wisp, known to the people of Gandryll as Ghost Candles. They had been outlawed and identified as contraband, but that did not keep Avalon from making use of them. This lantern was held by an angular looking young man, Sel, whose fiery hair could never brighten the haunted darkness that hung in his eyes. Sel set up the lantern in the center of the room and the utilitarian furnishings became visible. There were a number of bunks set into the wall as well as a hearth for cooking. One door led into a large fortified room that Avalon had turned into a training area and another which revealed a long and convoluted passageway into the underbelly of the castle. It was sparse but well outfitted with everything they needed.
Avalon stood by the lantern, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Three others emerged from the within the annex and when they stood in the light, Avalon saw clearly how motley they were. They originated from all corners of the Four Kingdoms and from all stations in life. It would be a challenge to unite them, but that was the most important part of training. If they could work together, they could be unstoppable. But at the moment, the likelihood of that remained questionable.
"I have your first mission. I have been following the news regarding Lady Taliesin's missing son. My sources have provided me information regarding a recent payment she made to Wolfsbane, a pair of assassins operating out of West Gandryll. That's not quite the search and rescue team I had expected. Further information revealed that Wolfsbane was unsuccessful. The surviving member spoke of a beast that appeared out of nowhere who gutted her partner before escaping into the forest. This is more than enough to raise suspicion that there is a Canavar involved. Prepare yourselves, we will begin our search in City Center upon daybreak. This mission is about information gathering, you will need to be discreet and perceptive. Although, at this point, I do not think we are the only ones searching for the young Taliesin. Be prepared. That's all, goodnight."
cthulu said Avalon can borriw Kucing for tracking too if he wants. Unless he trusts her aroind the king :pEmpies available fot 'finding' people too if anyone wants to collab. Especially our other street rats.
That's actually a great idea, I hadn't really considered that!
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Definitely interested!
To answer your questions ~
1 (Regarding Clothes) : I actually was thinking this through in my head and the most logical thing would be that they'd have to be naked once they transformed back into human and they would leave their clothes behind when they transform. I hope this is ok with everyone because I really can't think of any other way for this to work.
2 (About Avalon) : What do you guys want to do? I was thinking that for my introductory post I would describe the current situation, introduce a little bit more about Gandryll and the Four Kingdoms and also create a situation in which everyone was brought together. (At least the ones who stated that they met Avalon in their History.) Those who have not met Avalon yet, I feel as if part of the first few posts could easily involve Avalon finding you in Gandryll using his various sleuthing methods. I would be happy to do that, I think it would be interesting, and I actually wouldn't mind if you wanted to create the manner by which Avalon finds you in your own posts. Just make sure you stay true to his character!
I think I will start writing the first post sometime tomorrow and you should be able to expect it posted tomorrow or the day after (depending on how busy my day gets - I never know.) In the mean time, it would help to reread everyone's profile just to make sure you catch any edits that were made...etc.
As always - any questions/concerns/ideas...etc are encouraged and welcome!
1 (Regarding Clothes) : I actually was thinking this through in my head and the most logical thing would be that they'd have to be naked once they transformed back into human and they would leave their clothes behind when they transform. I hope this is ok with everyone because I really can't think of any other way for this to work.
2 (About Avalon) : What do you guys want to do? I was thinking that for my introductory post I would describe the current situation, introduce a little bit more about Gandryll and the Four Kingdoms and also create a situation in which everyone was brought together. (At least the ones who stated that they met Avalon in their History.) Those who have not met Avalon yet, I feel as if part of the first few posts could easily involve Avalon finding you in Gandryll using his various sleuthing methods. I would be happy to do that, I think it would be interesting, and I actually wouldn't mind if you wanted to create the manner by which Avalon finds you in your own posts. Just make sure you stay true to his character!
I think I will start writing the first post sometime tomorrow and you should be able to expect it posted tomorrow or the day after (depending on how busy my day gets - I never know.) In the mean time, it would help to reread everyone's profile just to make sure you catch any edits that were made...etc.
As always - any questions/concerns/ideas...etc are encouraged and welcome!
Great job everyone, I really love how much dimension you've given to this concept, it's really starting to come alive! I believe we're waiting on one or two more profiles before we can start. If anyone would like to throw out some preliminary plot ideas, feel free to do so. We have such an interesting cast of characters, thanks for all of your work!
Name: Aurora
Personality: She is naturally charming and demure, but has had to be extremely manipulative in order to survive. Though her youth is behind her, she has a very naive look about her that puts people at ease. She behaves extremely callously and puts on a tough exterior but this mask often slips to reveal a more vulnerable side. She is ambitious, very perceptive and extremely aware of everything that is going on around her. She is a shrewd and almost cutthroat businesswoman who sometimes sees people not as flesh and blood, but as objects that either have value to her or are useless. She believes very much that the ends justify the means and will do anything maintain her reputation and her clientele. Though she suppresses many of her emotions, often times she cannot control herself entirely and her sporadic breakdowns are notorious. She is a highly logical person but cannot separate people from profit, often causing her to misinterpret emotionally driven situations. She is a high class Madame in New Arcadia and therefore deals not only in pleasure but in secrets. She can handle herself among many different types of people and is comfortable in a variety of environments. She is skilled with poisons but she has neither strength nor stamina and relies on her wit and her connections to protect her.
Age: 26
Appearance:
Skills/Traits: She is highly manipulative and adaptive which causes many people to believe they can trust her easily. She is also very skilled in poisons, in particular her sleeping draughts. Also, her business savvy enables her to maintain back door drug deals and she has a large amount of monetary resources. She is very inventive and persistent and when she sets her mind on a goal, nothing stands in her way. She has established a reputation among numerous strata of New Arcadian personage and has the connections and communication skills to easily access any information she may need. Her girls are a force to be reckoned with in and of themselves and are very loyal to her because she invests time and money on educating them and giving them the skills to rise in the world. These skills also come in handy when they are needed for information gathering as they can go a variety of places disguised and undetected. She is relatively new to the criminal underworld and though she understands its merciless nature, she is still very inexperienced and not quite ruthless enough to stand her own ground. She is hasty to the point of sloppiness and she is often unsure of herself, leaving her vulnerable if put under a lot of pressure.
History: She has likely lived in the city since childhood but she has only rose in prominence in the New Arcadian underworld in the past two years. Her childhood was not rough, actually rather charmed. She had the opportunity to receive a good education and for the most part, excelled in school. However, her upbringing was not enough to keep her surroundings from impacting her and she got hooked on a hypodermically injected drug called Dreamwalker, something many speculate she formulated herself after toying with the recipe of a common street drug. It caused one to fall into a catatonic state, appearing to be in a deep sleep while mentally they experience vivid hallucinations. She eventually ran away from home and became a call girl, in order to buy the ingredients she needed to cook Dreamwalker. She forced herself to become clean when she was awoke out of one of her hallucinations to find a man trying to take her to the hospital. They became romantically involved and though he was willing to endure her attempts at rehab, he left her after finding out that she was not only drug addled, but a prostitute.
This experience was a shock to her system and she "rose from the ashes" as they say. She focused her efforts on becoming both a better dealer and a better courtesan, intrigued by the opportunities they could give her and having nowhere else to turn. She became extremely merciless, using very questionable methods to eliminate her competition and rise to the top, revealing a cruelty that she would never grow out of. She eventually established herself as one of the most reputable Madams in New Arcadia and she has created a home base in the Briar Bath House. Her chemical knowledge served her during her rise and continues to help her maintain her reputation. Many patrons do not realize that their beverages are often spiked with substances that make their minds a bit weaker and their patronage a bit more generous. She has established a reputation amongst some elite clients for these poisons as well and much of the money she brings in is from their sale. She also deals Dreamwalker, and it is becoming a notorious and sought after substance as she continually improves its recipe.
Given her unique position, she has not chosen a side in the conflict. She prefers to stand back and observe, profiting from the conflict and desperation of those around her. But, when some of her girls begin to disappear - and then reappear dead, she can't remain "neutral" for much longer. Her primary goal is to search out who is targeting her and to put an end to it but that may be easier said than done. The more investigating that is done, the more she realizes how complex and twisted the criminal underworld has become - and how inexperienced and unprepared she is to deal with it.
Other: It is not totally clear at the moment how her magic manifests itself but she does have the potential for it. Her dreams during her natural sleep are extremely lucid and the actions she takes during them sometimes affect the material world. For example, if she dreams of herself putting flowers into a vase, when she awakes, they will have materialized as they were in her dream. This is something she is aware of, but she has not explored the full extent of it.
Personality: She is naturally charming and demure, but has had to be extremely manipulative in order to survive. Though her youth is behind her, she has a very naive look about her that puts people at ease. She behaves extremely callously and puts on a tough exterior but this mask often slips to reveal a more vulnerable side. She is ambitious, very perceptive and extremely aware of everything that is going on around her. She is a shrewd and almost cutthroat businesswoman who sometimes sees people not as flesh and blood, but as objects that either have value to her or are useless. She believes very much that the ends justify the means and will do anything maintain her reputation and her clientele. Though she suppresses many of her emotions, often times she cannot control herself entirely and her sporadic breakdowns are notorious. She is a highly logical person but cannot separate people from profit, often causing her to misinterpret emotionally driven situations. She is a high class Madame in New Arcadia and therefore deals not only in pleasure but in secrets. She can handle herself among many different types of people and is comfortable in a variety of environments. She is skilled with poisons but she has neither strength nor stamina and relies on her wit and her connections to protect her.
Age: 26
Appearance:
Skills/Traits: She is highly manipulative and adaptive which causes many people to believe they can trust her easily. She is also very skilled in poisons, in particular her sleeping draughts. Also, her business savvy enables her to maintain back door drug deals and she has a large amount of monetary resources. She is very inventive and persistent and when she sets her mind on a goal, nothing stands in her way. She has established a reputation among numerous strata of New Arcadian personage and has the connections and communication skills to easily access any information she may need. Her girls are a force to be reckoned with in and of themselves and are very loyal to her because she invests time and money on educating them and giving them the skills to rise in the world. These skills also come in handy when they are needed for information gathering as they can go a variety of places disguised and undetected. She is relatively new to the criminal underworld and though she understands its merciless nature, she is still very inexperienced and not quite ruthless enough to stand her own ground. She is hasty to the point of sloppiness and she is often unsure of herself, leaving her vulnerable if put under a lot of pressure.
History: She has likely lived in the city since childhood but she has only rose in prominence in the New Arcadian underworld in the past two years. Her childhood was not rough, actually rather charmed. She had the opportunity to receive a good education and for the most part, excelled in school. However, her upbringing was not enough to keep her surroundings from impacting her and she got hooked on a hypodermically injected drug called Dreamwalker, something many speculate she formulated herself after toying with the recipe of a common street drug. It caused one to fall into a catatonic state, appearing to be in a deep sleep while mentally they experience vivid hallucinations. She eventually ran away from home and became a call girl, in order to buy the ingredients she needed to cook Dreamwalker. She forced herself to become clean when she was awoke out of one of her hallucinations to find a man trying to take her to the hospital. They became romantically involved and though he was willing to endure her attempts at rehab, he left her after finding out that she was not only drug addled, but a prostitute.
This experience was a shock to her system and she "rose from the ashes" as they say. She focused her efforts on becoming both a better dealer and a better courtesan, intrigued by the opportunities they could give her and having nowhere else to turn. She became extremely merciless, using very questionable methods to eliminate her competition and rise to the top, revealing a cruelty that she would never grow out of. She eventually established herself as one of the most reputable Madams in New Arcadia and she has created a home base in the Briar Bath House. Her chemical knowledge served her during her rise and continues to help her maintain her reputation. Many patrons do not realize that their beverages are often spiked with substances that make their minds a bit weaker and their patronage a bit more generous. She has established a reputation amongst some elite clients for these poisons as well and much of the money she brings in is from their sale. She also deals Dreamwalker, and it is becoming a notorious and sought after substance as she continually improves its recipe.
Given her unique position, she has not chosen a side in the conflict. She prefers to stand back and observe, profiting from the conflict and desperation of those around her. But, when some of her girls begin to disappear - and then reappear dead, she can't remain "neutral" for much longer. Her primary goal is to search out who is targeting her and to put an end to it but that may be easier said than done. The more investigating that is done, the more she realizes how complex and twisted the criminal underworld has become - and how inexperienced and unprepared she is to deal with it.
Other: It is not totally clear at the moment how her magic manifests itself but she does have the potential for it. Her dreams during her natural sleep are extremely lucid and the actions she takes during them sometimes affect the material world. For example, if she dreams of herself putting flowers into a vase, when she awakes, they will have materialized as they were in her dream. This is something she is aware of, but she has not explored the full extent of it.
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