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Murder Mystery

1000% interested in this.
Let the mystery begin!

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@Prince of Seraphs Naime is her real name, but she was born into this life as Merideth in this life. So anyone who knows her from this life knows her as Merideth.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@luclovers Umm, a suggestion for you, just to make life easier for all of us; you should post your accepted CS in the tab marked Characters.

@Krinos Solstice

Done.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

Name: Naime Kiraole (Nay-Mee Kee-Roll)

Race: Fetai (Fae of Fate and Misfortune)
Position: In Court
Age: Unknown
Personality: Naime is a cruel Fae who has lived and died over and over again for an unknown time frame. She goes through mood swings constantly, but is always a seductress at heart, ruthless and cunning, and ever so deceptive.
Appearance: A haze clouds your vision, and you seem to not be able to concentrate. A strong scent of lavender and some unknown sweet smell fill your nose, and then you see her. At first the fogginess makes her hard to see, but then she comes into view. She is the most beautiful maiden you have ever seen, the embodiment of your dreams. Ideal body shape, ideal hair color, and eyes that shine the ideal eye color. She is everything you want. But looks can be deceiving.
Background: It is said that in ancient times, a half born Fae fell in love with the sun. Her name is unknown, but the story goes that the Fae wanted the sun so bad that she flew up into the sky and kissed it. Of course, she was instantly disintegrated, but the Fates had other plans. The girl's spirit roams the domain of the sky, calling out for her lover, but never finding one worthy enough to call her own. That's one of the origins that Naime tells the unwise and unworthy. Truly, she cannot remember a time where there was a definite start. There was always a beginning, middle, and end, but she always came back again either way. Naime is just a name given to this cruel fate spirit by fearful mortals. She has lived countless lives, drawing in unsuspecting lovers with her glamour and charm, and then vanishing into the night with them, never to be seen again. The mortals fear her as a life ending goddess who cuts short the lives of men. But that's just who Naime is. She has to have a lover, and they always must die, just like others must breath, or eat, or sleep. She hasn't the faintest clue where she came from or who she used to be. She just is. And that's okay with her. As long as she has someone enthralled under her spell, she will be satisfied.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

Naime the Enchanting

Current Appearance

Naime awoke to hear the chirping of birds. She opened her eyes, remembering where she was. Last night she had remembered . It always happened eventually. And now she was back in her own corner of the world. She would have to return to court, or they would go searching for her. In this life she had been born as a summer maiden, beautiful with red hair currently at her shoulders. Now that she remembered who she truly was, however, things would get complicated. If her husband searched for her, he would discover her dark abode, and inform someone about it. Usually the remembering came earlier in each life, but Naime couldn't remember if this had ever happened before. She floated up out of her ragged bed, and glided out the window of her home. It was quite overgrown with ivy from all the years of unkeep. She would have to come back and fix it at some point. But she was stuck for now. She left her realm, focusing hard and appearing suddenly in her husband's home. She was in their small bedroom, and he was still asleep. She crawled into bed next to him, and closed her eyes. Back to her life as a Summer Fae. Her husband would wake eventually, and they would have to return to the political world.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

So is there Unseelie and Seelie courts? Would that mean there would be two winter courts, two summer courts, etc.??

The Beastly Curse (we still need people)

Felix the Kitten

"I am Felix." He said simply, resisting his kitty instincts to purr from her petting. "I'm sure I can find a use for you, depending on your skills." He said.
"But first I must get someone to clean this room!" He exclaimed, and turned swiftly, exiting her new bedroom. He sighed. He hadn't moved this much in years. Normally he just lazed around telling the others what to do. But now he actually had to move. He got into the kitchen and was startled for a moment by the bear, until he realized it was simply one of the princes.
"And how are you doing today?" He mewed.

The Beastly Curse (we still need people)

Felix the Black Kitty

Felix nodded his approval at Rex, ignoring his open wounds, whilst simultaneously batting Nyra away with a swift paw and a hissed "Get to work!". He then turned politely to Belle, unsure of how to conduct himself. If she was a servant, then she was under his command, but at the same time, if she was supposed to be directly serving one of the masters, then he couldn't boss her around. He hesitated, and then sighed, looking at her wet attire.
"Allow me to escort you to your room, you may begin work tomorrow, you must be eternally weary." He said, leading her down the hall, towards an empty guest bedroom. As they entered, he noted that it was filled with some cobwebs in each corner, and there was a general dustiness to the room. He made a growling noise.
"I tell the servants to clean every room, every day!" He exclaimed. "This is simply unacceptable!"

@Belle

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt

@LadyRunic so....am I accepted?

Undiscovery

Saaria Morgossa and Gerald Pithers

As Gerald walked forward, the fog seemed to tilt in his vision, revealing a strange looking building where the farmhouse stood moments ago. It was almost non Euclidian in that it had such a strange structure it looked as if it shouldn't physically stand. The bottom of it was exceptionally small, with just enough space for a 5x5 room to fit inside. It then got wider as it rose into the sky, shaping like a cut diamond. It was the color of charcoal, with strange violet lines etched into it. A violet light pulsed at the top every few seconds, sending out waves of telepathic energy which appeared to be pure force moving across the sky.
But all Saaria saw was a farmhouse.

"OHHH..." Gerald commented, turning his head upwards. "THAS' NOT THE LOCATION WOT WAS INTENDED..." He turned towards Saaria and said to her, "YEH SEE THIS, RICHARD?"

Saaria looked at Gerald with a confused face, contorting the dark tattoos on her face. A pulse went out from the tower, and Saaria's eyes pulsed violet. For a brief moment, she felt a sickening urge to run. And then she stepped forward, and the veil lifted, revealing the structure in its pure form. She took a few more steps forward. She felt a great evil within. "Let's go, Gerald." She said without looking back, walking towards the strange structure, which seemed to have no doors or windows.

"OI..." Gerald said, following behind. "THIS ALL GETS MORE AN' MORE MIXED UP ER'RY OTHAH MINUTE. OI MEAN..." He motioned towards the tower, arms outstretched, "HOW AH WE EVEN TO ENTAH THIS HOVEL A UNSPEAKABLE, EHHH... SINISTAH OCCURRENCES? OI SEE NOT AN ENTRANCE IN SOIGHT, RICHARD."

"I suppose we will see." She said, as another pulse waved through the air. As they approached the structure, it became clear that it was meant to be entered by way of air. Saaria looked at Gerald. "Well there's no doors, so I guess we go in from the top." She guessed.

"AH..." Gerald replied, sighing. "ROIGHT DEN. UP AN' AWAY."

Saaria grabbed onto Gerald, and slowly ascended into the sky, shaking a bit every time a pulse went out. Her eyes flashed violet every time it happened, and as she got closer to the top, she could feel something trying to enter her mind. She pushed against it until they got to the top, and quickly landed on the edge of the structure. It was flat on the top, with the pulsing light floating in the centre. There were periodic pulses, and every time one happened, vents opened in the flat surface, allowing entry if they were quick. If they weren't, they may get caught in the ventilation vents. It was a gamble.

Gerald approached one of the vents, opening and closing. "FEH..." He said, "SEEMS TRAVERSABLE. BUT WE SHOULD 'EAD IN ONE AT A TOIME. OI SHALL FORGE AHEAD RICHARD, YEH LOOKIN' TEH BE IN AN UNEASY STATE A YEHSELF. RELAX A WEE BIT. OL' GERALD CAN FILL THE ROLE OF A PROPER SCOUT WHEN THE NEED AROISES!"

And with that, he turned, waited for an opening, and then jumped into the vent as it rose up, with reckless abandon and a hearty "HUGGANAH!". He fell forward, feeling hot air pulse out onto his bones as he dropped further into the building. He landed with a thud inside a room. Looking about, it appeared to be a dimly lit engine room of sorts, with archaic cranks pumping hot air out of the place and into the air outside. Saaria focused on the vent as it opened the next time, and held it open using the heat from the air. The vent shook and broke, stopping in place. She squeezed through, and dropped onto the floor next to Gerald. One last pulse rang through her, different than the last time. It seemed to be almost a maintenance command. She felt no more pulses afterward, and her eyes faded to normal once more. Moments later, after Saaria had looked around a bit, a strange shuffling sound came from the other side of the room. Saaria grabbed Gerald and pulled him back into the shadows behind a pump. An angry looking dark skinned man wearing raggedy clothes shuffled into view. His eyes were violet, and he moved lethargically, as of strings alone were holding him up. He moved to fix the vent Saaria had broken, mumbling nonsense under his breath. Saaria motioned for Gerald to be quiet and moved down the room to where the man came from. There was a small hidden staircase in the corner which they quickly descended, finding themselves in a wide room with portraits lining the walls. A family was in the pictures, but whenever Saaria or Gerald tried to look at their faces, they became extremely blurry, and no features could be made out. The room was empty, and they quickly snuck down another set of stairs. They were now in a room that looked like a prison. Cells lined the walls, many filled with unmoving hunched over features.
"Hello?" A voice called from behind one of the bars. Saaria moved closer slowly.
"Who's there?" Saaria asked. A small face appeared in between the bars. It was Nerissa, the girl from the town.
"OI, FAIR SNOW HAIRED MAIDEN!" Gerald exclaimed. Saaria quickly shushed him, looking around to make sure nobody had heard. All the figures were still. Saaria held the bars on Nerissa's cage, melting them with pure heat. She stepped out gingerly.
"Thank you so much..." She began. "My brother, he's here! They took me to his cell, it's down further!" She explained. Saaria and Gerald looked at eachother uneasily. It could only get worse.