Lucky

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Lea'Nariya

Starring: @Forsythe@Kumbaris@AdorableSaucer

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The young noctaeid blushes, a rush of purple flushing her cheeks. A futa-what? That sounds like something else, entirely! Her upper right arm instinctively raises to one of her antennae, pulling on its feathery fibers gently.

"Yoshi-Yoshina?", she stutters, taking the foreigner's hand with two of her own. "I'm Learie. Lea'Nariya, actually. En Barcinna. Of the Barcinna family." With a few quick shakes of the newcomer's hand, she returns her arms to her side and she nods as if a job well done. Her eyes scan over the small group and her wings begin to shudder. A hand finds its way to the mayor's back and she offers him a quick, yet genuine, smile.

"Sorry, mayor. I can't stick around. I've gotta put out the rest of the lamps. But!--" She turns again to face the very red one again. Marge? Maggie? "It's been really cool to meet you! Thanks for inviting me to breakfast, I'll take you up on that later!"

With that, a few strong flutters and Learie hovers from the ground. She gives everyone an individual wave before floating to the nearby lamp post, reaching her hand in and thhip! the heat is absorbed into her hand, leaving it without light. One down with more to go, she takes off to begin her route.

The Crownless King

Possibly interested. I'll keep my eye on this. No real ideas yet, but I don't have much interest for playing the prince[ss].

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Lea'Nariya

Starring: @Forsythe

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According to the Royal Profession Association, some high-collar bureaucratic assembly in an industrial city some counties away, a job like lamp lighting isn't feasible in a small town such as Lorenstad. Too few roads with gas lamps, too little night life activity that warrants protecting the occasional drunken stupor that only lives a block away at most. Yet El'Wenaeo and his spawn respectfully disagree. Passerby could have ill intentions, scheming creatures lurk in the night, and the ol' village drunk will recognize the mayoral manor after passing it for the umpteenth time in an evening. Hopefully.

Relaxing on one of the wooden posts that acts as the outdoor spiraling staircase to her home, Lea'Nariya props her chin on the wooden railing. Dawn arrives, and with it the activity of another full day for the laborers below. The scent of morning meals vaguely make their way to her, and her expression embellishes the coming hunger for her last meal of the night. Though that will have to wait.

She fingers the split wood she balances herself on, a carefully crafted piece that nonetheless will need replacing in the next year or so as it will deteriorate and become a hazard to walkers. With a huff, she grabs the banister and pulls herself up and over the low barrier. Her skirt snags on a weak splinter "ooph!, but the force of her wings allow her to easily break free. Soon she hovers in place, overlooking the roofs of the quaint town.

"Well, let's get crackin'. What do you think for dinner? I dunno -- crackers?" Lea'Nariya speaks aloud to nobody in particular, in fact these audible self-conversations are fairly common for her. With virtually no effort and a grin to herself, she flies to the outskirts of town to begin her route. Starting from the outside during the mornings makes the most sense to her, as by the end she will be closer to the center of town and thus, her home. Also, she's more likely to come across her neighbors and she can spend a few minutes chatting with them before they set up for the day.

With that, her sturdy wings beat and glide her over the buildings, small town farms, and paved roads. Those that are awake and active already may look up and see her, all greeted with a wave from one of her arms as she passes by. All is usual until she spots a woman-- a striking woman, at that-- entering town. This one is very red, definitely a stranger. Likely being the first to spot her, Lea'Nariya alters course and quickly lands near the town sign. Her bare feet touch upon the cut stone softly and she corrects her clothes.

"Hi!" her mouth parts slightly as she listens to the newcomer, two of her hands idly inspecting one of her fluffy antennae as the other two arms smooth out any creases. "A hearty meal, huh? Well, breaky is pretty hearty. Tom's has some great food, but oh! I think she isn't serving this late! Well, that's a place to stay, too, if you need it!" One of the inspecting hands now frees itself to point in the direction of The Other Mine, somewhere behind her. Her lower two hands now settle on her waist as her upper arms cross her chest. She didn't consider the fact that this woman is more than a foot taller, as she's used to people towering over her and slightly craning her neck.

"I'm Lea'Nariya en Barcinna," she says suddenly, extending a hand. "But you can call me Learie. What's your name?"

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

The Lamplighter

"A lamplighter a day keeps the darkness at bay!"

Name:
Lea'Nariya en Barcinna

Race:
A descendant of the distinct Noctaeid species, with a hint of Fae from two generations down.

Noctaeid (Noc-Tuh-Eid): One of many insectoid-humanoid species that inhabit any space they are allowed. While greatly varied, they are predominantly docile and seek simple living. While their origins are unclear, it is up to the Family they belong to for what they believe. As a Noctaeid, their faith involves the fable of Lunastrae and Her Countenance. Any Noctaeid worth their salt will be able to recall this tale, as it has been passed down to every larvae (although variants exist between families).
Of the Insect races, Noctaeid belong with those that possess flight, but have the abnormality of being active almost exclusively at night. Contrary to their nocturnal nature, they have a proclivity for any task that involves light; again, a trait that can be traced back to their core beliefs. While capable of taking to the night sky with minimal effort, most do not possess the strength to fly with more than half their body weight. Their colors and markings bear familial significance, ranging from the royal Opodi to the brutish Attaci. Lea'Nariya belongs to the notoriously mystical Barcinna.

Fae (Fae): Well-known throughout the lands as beings born of the spiritual wilds, the immortal Fae are as numerous and stylistic as nature itself. Often these folk will shun the idea of civilization, instead either gifting or pranking those that stray too far into their environments. Colloquially known as Fairies, they maintain that their source of magical power comes from deep within the earth in a mystical manner unknown to most mortal life. Due to their sporadic and chaotic motivations, it is nigh impossible to tell what is in store with any who cross paths with a Fae.

Profession:
🕯 Lamplighter 🕯
What is often a grueling and thankless job is merely a joyous hobby to support herself financially and emotionally. Due to being a flying species, Lea'Nariya is able to fulfill her duties without the need of a ladder, and has been seen practicing novice spellcasting; specifically, she's taken an interest in pyromancy. This relatively new knowledge and power has easily transitioned into her nightly lifestyle.

While the job requires her to extinguish the gas lamps with sunrise, earlier than many would dare wake up, it also fits perfectly within her nocturnal schedule and can make plenty of friends in the early evenings.

Background:
Lea'Nariya is a third generation Lorenstadite. Her grandparents were born shortly after the founding of the hamlet, their own parents acting as settlers striking out on their own as adventurous newlyweds. The faint interest of pyromancy was the all spark of success they needed, supplementing whatever odd jobs were required to get the place going and thriving.

Thanks to her parents' care and upbringing, the family business of lamplighting is a tradition started with her father, El'Wenaeo en Barcinna, who married another Noctaeid named Ossa'Ni en Ailanthi. As is tradition, Lea'Nariya took the familial name of her birth colors and markings. Among her friends and those that find her name a mouthful, she has happily accepted the nickname "Learie".

While not a boring life by any means, Learie has experienced as much as the next neighbor, which is still to say very little. She can only count on one hand the number of times she's visited the city, joining along with a farmer friend when they would take their harvest. One particular adventure she can remember is the largest festival of the year, of the century even. Emberron's Veil celebrates the return of a celestial object that takes over the starry night for three days, settling a red-lit scene that replaces twilight across all lands as a soaring sphere in a crimson coat navigates the heavens.

Anyone that knows Lea'Nariya also knows of her boldness. While she had a rather meek childhood, formative events allowed her to curate a rather rebellious young adult years, acting as the village rascal with the otherwise non-existent night scene. Paintings of her face have become something of an easter egg hunt, coming up in unexpected places such as the underside of a mip saddle or the broadside of the blacksmith's anvil.

Home:
Near the center of Lorenstad is a singular large tree. Its bark is brittle to the touch, yet its innards make for surprisingly suitable protection from the elements. The Noctaeid family who first moved here with the founding of the village designated this their home upon identifying the tree as Eiden. This species of tree is extremely rare in this part of the world, typically found in frozen wastes that used to be lush floral lands. They are known for their resistance all things elemental, natural or magical.

This living treehouse is several stories tall, with well-lit patios and stairs built in and around its impressive scale. Each "floor" is only big enough for two rooms near its base, and gradually only getting smaller as it ascends so that the top is primarily used for small and seasonal storage. The only exception to this is a large platform, invisible to eyes from the ground level as it is veiled by thick and twisted foliage. The Noctaeid family is rumored to conduct ritualistic practices up there, though no one knows for sure as it is closed to the public.

Birthday:
14th of Winta

Other:
☾: Lea'Nariya has four arms, like any Noctaeid, and uses them dexterously.
☽: While strictly not necessary, she wears garments befitting any moth person in mixed society. Her go-to wardrobe usually includes a skirt with suspenders and a button-up shirt! The frillier the clothing, the better.
☾: Has never ridden an animal in her whole life, and will settle with riding on a wagon if pressed.
☽: Possesses a penchant for collecting rare bugs that appear on her route. It is rumored that her collection is not only thorough, but very lucrative in the right collector's eyes.

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

The Lamplighter

"A lamplighter a day keeps the darkness at bay!"

Name:
Lea'Nariya en Barcinna

Race:
A descendant of the distinct Noctaeid species, with a hint of Fae from two generations down.

Noctaeid (Noc-Tuh-Eid): One of many insectoid-humanoid species that inhabit any space they are allowed. While greatly varied, they are predominantly docile and seek simple living. While their origins are unclear, it is up to the Family they belong to for what they believe. As a Noctaeid, their faith involves the fable of Lunastrae and Her Countenance. Any Noctaeid worth their salt will be able to recall this tale, as it has been passed down to every larvae (although variants exist between families).
Of the Insect races, Noctaeid belong with those that possess flight, but have the abnormality of being active almost exclusively at night. Contrary to their nocturnal nature, they have a proclivity for any task that involves light; again, a trait that can be traced back to their core beliefs. While capable of taking to the night sky with minimal effort, most do not possess the strength to fly with more than half their body weight. Their colors and markings bear familial significance, ranging from the royal Opodi to the brutish Attaci. Lea'Nariya belongs to the notoriously mystical Barcinna.

Fae (Fae): Well-known throughout the lands as beings born of the spiritual wilds, the immortal Fae are as numerous and stylistic as nature itself. Often these folk will shun the idea of civilization, instead either gifting or pranking those that stray too far into their environments. Colloquially known as Fairies, they maintain that their source of magical power comes from deep within the earth in a mystical manner unknown to most mortal life. Due to their sporadic and chaotic motivations, it is nigh impossible to tell what is in store with any who cross paths with a Fae.

Profession:
🕯 Lamplighter 🕯
What is often a grueling and thankless job is merely a joyous hobby to support herself financially and emotionally. Due to being a flying species, Lea'Nariya is able to fulfill her duties without the need of a ladder, and has been seen practicing novice spellcasting; specifically, she's taken an interest in pyromancy. This relatively new knowledge and power has easily transitioned into her nightly lifestyle.

While the job requires her to extinguish the gas lamps with sunrise, earlier than many would dare wake up, it also fits perfectly within her nocturnal schedule and can make plenty of friends in the early evenings.

Background:
Lea'Nariya is a third generation Lorenstadite. Her grandparents were born shortly after the founding of the hamlet, their own parents acting as settlers striking out on their own as adventurous newlyweds. The faint interest of pyromancy was the all spark of success they needed, supplementing whatever odd jobs were required to get the place going and thriving.

Thanks to her parents' care and upbringing, the family business of lamplighting is a tradition started with her father, El'Wenaeo en Barcinna, who married another Noctaeid named Ossa'Ni en Ailanthi. As is tradition, Lea'Nariya took the familial name of her birth colors and markings. Among her friends and those that find her name a mouthful, she has happily accepted the nickname "Learie".

While not a boring life by any means, Learie has experienced as much as the next neighbor, which is still to say very little. She can only count on one hand the number of times she's visited the city, joining along with a farmer friend when they would take their harvest. One particular adventure she can remember is the largest festival of the year, of the century even. Emberron's Veil celebrates the return of a celestial object that takes over the starry night for three days, settling a red-lit scene that replaces twilight across all lands as a soaring sphere in a crimson coat navigates the heavens.

Anyone that knows Lea'Nariya also knows of her boldness. While she had a rather meek childhood, formative events allowed her to curate a rather rebellious young adult years, acting as the village rascal with the otherwise non-existent night scene. Paintings of her face have become something of an easter egg hunt, coming up in unexpected places such as the underside of a mip saddle or the broadside of the blacksmith's anvil.

Home:
Sample

Other:
☾: Lea'Nariya has four arms, like any Noctaeid, and uses them dexterously.
☽: While strictly not necessary, she wears garments befitting any moth person in mixed society. Her go-to wardrobe usually includes a skirt with suspenders and a button-up shirt! The frillier the clothing, the better.
☾: Has never ridden an animal in her whole life, and will settle with riding on a wagon if pressed.
☽: Possesses a penchant for collecting rare bugs that appear on her route. It is rumored that her collection is not only thorough, but very lucrative in the right collector's eyes.

Lucky's Charmers

Lea'Nariya

The Lamplighter

"A lamplighter a day keeps the darkness at bay!"

Name:
Lea'Nariya en Barcinna

Race:
A descendant of the distinct Noctaeid species, with a hint of Fae from two generations down.

Noctaeid (Noc-Tuh-Eid): One of many insectoid-humanoid species that inhabit any space they are allowed. While greatly varied, they are predominantly docile and seek simple living. While their origins are unclear, it is up to the Family they belong to for what they believe. As a Noctaeid, their faith involves the fable of Lunastrae and Her Countenance. Any Noctaeid worth their salt will be able to recall this tale, as it has been passed down to every larvae (although variants exist between families).
Of the Insect races, Noctaeid belong with those that possess flight, but have the abnormality of being active almost exclusively at night. Contrary to their nocturnal nature, they have a proclivity for any task that involves light; again, a trait that can be traced back to their core beliefs. While capable of taking to the night sky with minimal effort, most do not possess the strength to fly with more than half their body weight. Their colors and markings bear familial significance, ranging from the royal Opodi to the brutish Attaci. Lea'Nariya belongs to the notoriously mystical Barcinna.

Fae (Fae): Well-known throughout the lands as beings born of the spiritual wilds, the immortal Fae are as numerous and stylistic as nature itself. Often these folk will shun the idea of civilization, instead either gifting or pranking those that stray too far into their environments. Colloquially known as Fairies, they maintain that their source of magical power comes from deep within the earth in a mystical manner unknown to most mortal life. Due to their sporadic and chaotic motivations, it is nigh impossible to tell what is in store with any who cross paths with a Fae.

Profession:
🕯 Lamplighter 🕯
What is often a grueling and thankless job is merely a joyous hobby to support herself financially and emotionally. Due to being a flying species, Lea'Nariya is able to fulfill her duties without the need of a ladder, and has been seen practicing novice spellcasting; specifically, she's taken an interest in pyromancy. This relatively new knowledge and power has easily transitioned into her nightly lifestyle.

While the job requires her to extinguish the gas lamps with sunrise, earlier than many would dare wake up, it also fits perfectly within her nocturnal schedule and can make plenty of friends in the early evenings.

Background:
Lea'Nariya is a third generation Lorenstadite. Her grandparents were born shortly after the founding of the hamlet, their own parents acting as settlers striking out on their own as adventurous newlyweds. The faint interest of pyromancy was the all spark of success they needed, supplementing whatever odd jobs were required to get the place going and thriving.

Thanks to her parents' care and upbringing, the family business of lamplighting is a tradition started with her father, El'Wenaeo en Barcinna, who married another Noctaeid named Ossa'Ni en Ailanthi. As is tradition, Lea'Nariya took the familial name of her birth colors and markings. Among her friends and those that find her name a mouthful, she has happily accepted the nickname "Learie".

While not a boring life by any means, Learie has experienced as much as the next neighbor, which is still to say very little. She can only count on one hand the number of times she's visited the city, joining along with a farmer friend when they would take their harvest. One particular adventure she can remember is the largest festival of the year, of the century even. Emberron's Veil celebrates the return of a celestial object that takes over the starry night for three days, settling a red-lit scene that replaces twilight across all lands as a soaring sphere in a crimson coat navigates the heavens.

Anyone that knows Lea'Nariya also knows of her boldness. While she had a rather meek childhood, formative events allowed her to curate a rather rebellious young adult years, acting as the village rascal with the otherwise non-existent night scene. Paintings of her face have become something of an easter egg hunt, coming up in unexpected places such as the underside of a mip saddle or the broadside of the blacksmith's anvil.

Home:
Near the center of Lorenstad is a singular large tree. Its bark is brittle to the touch, yet its innards make for surprisingly suitable protection from the elements. The Noctaeid family who first moved here with the founding of the village designated this their home upon identifying the tree as Eiden. This species of tree is extremely rare in this part of the world, typically found in frozen wastes that used to be lush floral lands. They are known for their resistance all things elemental, natural or magical.

This living treehouse is several stories tall, with well-lit patios and stairs built in and around its impressive scale. Each "floor" is only big enough for two rooms near its base, and gradually only getting smaller as it ascends so that the top is primarily used for small and seasonal storage. The only exception to this is a large platform, invisible to eyes from the ground level as it is veiled by thick and twisted foliage. The Noctaeid family is rumored to conduct ritualistic practices up there, though no one knows for sure as it is closed to the public.

Birthday:
14th of Winta

Other:
☾: Lea'Nariya has four arms, like any Noctaeid, and uses them dexterously.
☽: While strictly not necessary, she wears garments befitting any moth person in mixed society. Her go-to wardrobe usually includes a skirt with suspenders and a button-up shirt! The frillier the clothing, the better.
☾: Has never ridden an animal in her whole life, and will settle with riding on a wagon if pressed.
☽: Possesses a penchant for collecting rare bugs that appear on her route. It is rumored that her collection is not only thorough, but very lucrative in the right collector's eyes.

RP: Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village

Townsfolk of Lorenstad - A Fantasy Village RP

Actually highly interested! I'll join the discord shortly and draw up some ideas.

Priest and Hawthorne Investigations: A Modern Fantasy Adventure!

Callista Baros

Callista

Name:

Callista Baros

Gender/Pronouns:

Female - She/Her

Race/Species:

Human Demideity

Age:

28

Appearance:

Olympian ✰ Fashionable ✰ Captivating

A young woman stands before you with a dominating aura of supernatural attraction, a tide of cool bumps course over your skin with subconscious infatuation. Naturally wavy locks of auburn and amethyst are kept in a loose ponytail like a monochromatic rainbow of violet, keeping her lightly freckled face clear from hairy obstructions. Eyes bear the deep color of shiraz wine, bright and curious in a field of olive skin. She is particularly fond of classic makeup styles, and may likely bat voluminous lashes at any fool you so that you could provide useful information or spicy rumors.

Her form is athletic, though she will testify this is simply genetics. Nonetheless, her physique clearly allows her to handle any strenuous tasks that the average human man would find difficult. Callista also stands at a clean six feet tall, a near-perfect muse for any aspiring artist; especially once the godlike enchantment hits. Self-awareness is a key element to this demigoddess, proving her stature to be what she wants when she needs it.

Callista is also a decade-long fan of inking her body. Tattoos all act as a tapestry of the places she's been, the people she's known, and the events she's witnessed. She also has a knack for detailing various artifact objects and weapons she uncovered during her expeditions; these largely prompt questions of mild curiosity, but they have on more than one occasion involved her in trouble more than praise.

This time she's wearing business formal, a classy look when she isn't wearing anachronistic wardrobes or
convention outfits. A custom tailored woolen three piece suit in a navy blue, a luxurious expense split by no small fraction, fitted with polished black buttons, matching pinstripe tie over black collared shirt, black leather pumps, and a light grey suit jacket to top it all off.

Personality:

Epicurean ♥ Focused ♥ Intense ™ Laissez-Faire ♥ Cunning ♥ Apathetic

Socially, Callista [believes she] is everything she wants to be: witty, passionate, an influencer (of the real life variety). While humans have to work to maintain their physique, she is content with letting her genetics do all the heavy lifting so she may stay inside to read sardonic literature or historical documentation. A real geek for archaeology, her aura will shift dramatically with the mention of artifacts, period pieces, and forgotten lore.

Beyond the nerd culture she invests her free time with, the young woman is consistently pushing to explore ruins and other sites of interest. A hands-on explorer of the past golden eras, any find worth reporting will inevitably result in grand celebration involving many drinks and a certain obsession of telling millennia-old oral stories to a (sometimes quite literal) captive audience. Accompanied by the acoustic guitar passed down to her by her mother, she can be quite an emotional force to behold.

Recent years, however, Callista felt a certain itching at the back of her mind. While coolly searching fragments of the past was enlightening, the string to attain more knowledge was pulled. Clues are scattered across the world. They were gods, after all. Why restrict yourselves to one lousy mountain? If she exists, then where are they? What happened to them? Like many overwhelmed by the waves of intrigue, she desperately searched for and found a peculiar private detective agency. One that could use a "Face" for the field, or at the very least the opinion of a supernatural lore nut.

Powers, Traits, and Abilities:

❦ Enchanting ❦ In-person, anyone that locks eyes will have difficulty resisting her Charm and Suggestion.

∞ Attunement ∞ An affinity for wielding artifacts has proven effective for this archaeologist, even when newly discovered.

≐ Demigoddess ≐ While not superpowered or enhanced, Callista is gifted with a healthy body that can resist sickness, require virtually no exercise, and takes a lot of alcohol to get drunk.

♫ Musical ♫ While not a master by any measure, she can play a mean guitar. Coupled with an acoustic, her enchantment is a nefarious combo on the unaware.

Background:

An excerpt dated six years before current date from a peer's journal mentions Callista during her brief post at the Acropolis of Athens.

"The restoration project is going well! Well, that's an understatement. As young as she is, Callista Baros is solidly our most effective member. She may be new, but she has this uncanny ability to hone in exactly where we need to go and what to do. This sort of penchant has saved us a lot of time and supplies. Not only this, but the Panathenaea festival this year was unlike any year previous. The way she strums her guitar, I swear it's like she wrote that song just for me!. . ." The journal goes on for some time, further spiraling detailing her infatuations of the demigoddess.

Lucky's Charmers

Callista Baros

Callista

Name:

Callista Baros

Gender/Pronouns:

Female - She/Her

Race/Species:

Human Demideity

Age:

28

Appearance:

Olympian ✰ Fashionable ✰ Captivating

A young woman stands before you with a dominating aura of supernatural attraction, a tide of cool bumps course over your skin with subconscious infatuation. Naturally wavy locks of auburn and amethyst are kept in a loose ponytail like a monochromatic rainbow of violet, keeping her lightly freckled face clear from hairy obstructions. Eyes bear the deep color of shiraz wine, bright and curious in a field of olive skin. She is particularly fond of classic makeup styles, and may likely bat voluminous lashes at any fool you so that you could provide useful information or spicy rumors.

Her form is athletic, though she will testify this is simply genetics. Nonetheless, her physique clearly allows her to handle any strenuous tasks that the average human man would find difficult. Callista also stands at a clean six feet tall, a near-perfect muse for any aspiring artist; especially once the godlike enchantment hits. Self-awareness is a key element to this demigoddess, proving her stature to be what she wants when she needs it.

Callista is also a decade-long fan of inking her body. Tattoos all act as a tapestry of the places she's been, the people she's known, and the events she's witnessed. She also has a knack for detailing various artifact objects and weapons she uncovered during her expeditions; these largely prompt questions of mild curiosity, but they have on more than one occasion involved her in trouble more than praise.

This time she's wearing business formal, a classy look when she isn't wearing anachronistic wardrobes or
convention outfits. A custom tailored woolen three piece suit in a navy blue, a luxurious expense split by no small fraction, fitted with polished black buttons, matching pinstripe tie over black collared shirt, black leather pumps, and a light grey suit jacket to top it all off.

Personality:

Epicurean ♥ Focused ♥ Intense ™ Laissez-Faire ♥ Cunning ♥ Apathetic

Socially, Callista [believes she] is everything she wants to be: witty, passionate, an influencer (of the real life variety). While humans have to work to maintain their physique, she is content with letting her genetics do all the heavy lifting so she may stay inside to read sardonic literature or historical documentation. A real geek for archaeology, her aura will shift dramatically with the mention of artifacts, period pieces, and forgotten lore.

Beyond the nerd culture she invests her free time with, the young woman is consistently pushing to explore ruins and other sites of interest. A hands-on explorer of the past golden eras, any find worth reporting will inevitably result in grand celebration involving many drinks and a certain obsession of telling millennia-old oral stories to a (sometimes quite literal) captive audience. Accompanied by the acoustic guitar passed down to her by her mother, she can be quite an emotional force to behold.

Recent years, however, Callista felt a certain itching at the back of her mind. While coolly searching fragments of the past was enlightening, the string to attain more knowledge was pulled. Clues are scattered across the world. They were gods, after all. Why restrict yourselves to one lousy mountain? If she exists, then where are they? What happened to them? Like many overwhelmed by the waves of intrigue, she desperately searched for and found a peculiar private detective agency. One that could use a "Face" for the field, or at the very least the opinion of a supernatural lore nut.

Powers, Traits, and Abilities:

❦ Enchanting ❦ In-person, anyone that locks eyes will have difficulty resisting her Charm and Suggestion.

∞ Attunement ∞ An affinity for wielding artifacts has proven effective for this archaeologist, even when newly discovered.

≐ Demigoddess ≐ While not superpowered or enhanced, Callista is gifted with a healthy body that can resist sickness, require virtually no exercise, and takes a lot of alcohol to get drunk.

♫ Musical ♫ While not a master by any measure, she can play a mean guitar. Coupled with an acoustic, her enchantment is a nefarious combo on the unaware.

Background:

An excerpt dated six years before current date from a peer's journal mentions Callista during her brief post at the Acropolis of Athens.

"The restoration project is going well! Well, that's an understatement. As young as she is, Callista Baros is solidly our most effective member. She may be new, but she has this uncanny ability to hone in exactly where we need to go and what to do. This sort of penchant has saved us a lot of time and supplies. Not only this, but the Panathenaea festival this year was unlike any year previous. The way she strums her guitar, I swear it's like she wrote that song just for me!. . ." The journal goes on for some time, further spiraling detailing her infatuations of the demigoddess.

RP: Priest and Hawthorne Investigations

Priest and Hawthorne Investigations: A Modern Fantasy Adventure (Again!)

Friend brought this to my attention, and I gotta say I'll drop my hat here. I'll be back to pick up later ;D