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Above the whistling gale of the storm and the sharp patter of rain and cloud, Deimos heard the tell-tale cries below of their presence being summoned. Captain Zeph's voice shot above the dimming storm sharply, and Deimos almost had to hold back the sigh of disappoint as they realized their crow's nest alone time would surely be ending now. Though the storm has severely dampened (literally and figuratively) Deimos' mood already, the thought of having to climb down and interact with another human being brought a newfound anxiety to their mix of cloudy discomfort. Still, Deimos liked Zephyr, and disrespecting an order went strictly against their obtained code of honor and trust. The storm swirled above, lessening as time went on and they imagined how long it would take for them to climb down, and by the time they actually moved to commit the act of descending the wind and the barest of rain showers was all that remained.

Deimos stood slowly and shimmied to the ladder, descending down the mast as slowly and carefully as they could manage. The wood, turned slick and cold from the storm's torrential showers, threatened to drop Deimos at any moment if they had the guts to make any wrong move. Oddly enough, though, Deimos felt no anxiety at the thought of falling. Perhaps living at the monastery had schooled their fear of heights into something more useful. Glancing down they felt nothing but thrill. It swooped within their stomach and echoed waves of excitement through their limbs and summoned an urge to release the bars and just fall, but, of course, Deimos had no use for a broken body. So they descended, and as soon as their feet touched solid wood the anxiety of human interaction returned.

Approaching Captain Zephyr and the newly boarded stranger felt as if Deimos was walking towards some sort of rabid animal. Frightening shivers traveled up and down their spine, and their heart pounded with unfounded panic. Years of minimal to no human contact made speaking to strangers unbearable, which might be understandable but… Deimos wished they had as much skill with words as they did with maps. Eventually all the space between them and the two other people was filled by Deimos’ worried footsteps, and they started up at the taller man next to Zephyr with an oddly intense glare.

“Hello…” Deimos said quietly, voice barely heard above the gales of the storm, “M-my name… My name is Deimos.” They bowed politely, and when they rose they made direct eye contact with their feet, refusing to look up at the man standing next to Zephyr. A long second passed between the three of them before Deimos turned to their captain, staring at his chest with a bit more confidence. “How can I be of use, Captain Zephyr?”

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The North Wind was really something to behold, especially to a twenty-something monk who had only really studied such vessels on the pages of weathered books. Yes, a ship as grand as this felt unknowingly fake to Deimos, especially for their first few days aboard its decks. They had wandered from bow to stern over and over again on the first day, watching the clouds around them shift and melt as they strode confidently on the sailing winds to the next few islands. Something about traveling in such a majestic boat made Deimos feel a bit powerful. They could taste a thousand different winds and, when they stared up at the sky at night, they could trace galaxies to the distant horizons. The world was at their fingertips, and all because some Western lady found Deimos' skills useful.

Deimos thanked their God one million times that night, whispering grateful songs until they eventually fell asleep among the piles of scrolls and books they had laid out as nightly reading.

And so here they were, hiding in the crow's nest and admiring the majesty that was The North Wind. Above them clouds fluttered, glistening white against an afternoon sky, and below them the captain was preparing to let the rest of the crew on board. Of course, the thought of even talking to new people, let alone now sharing a room with half of them, sent anxiety crawling across their skin. Deimos preferred the solitude that came from hiding up at the very top of the ship. Here they could read and write with only the gulls and the wind to keep them company, and it was far easier to scope out their new maps thanks to the fantastic view this spot gave.

Still, Deimos knew of this spot's real job. They were far from a look out, and did not possess a voice loud enough to even travel down a hall let alone back down to the deck of the ship from this point. Deimos was content with giving up the crow's nest eventually, but for right now they would hide and observe. Below, people had begun to gather at the other end of the gangplank, and Cap'n Zeph was greeting them all as he had greeted Deimos and the First Mate before: confidently. Such a characteristic drew Deimos fruitlessly to follow Zephyr's every word, and they found inspiration in the captain's very steps. They had even dedicated a few pages to doodling Zeph's likeness into their journal, along with a few other sketches of the bare crew they had traveled with after Baleine.

Just as they were getting ready to pull out their journal, however, the softest of darkness swallowed the sun, and a sudden rain storm manifested. Deimos worked quickly to shove all their open maps and books back into their small bag, glaring up at the weeping sky with something akin to half-hearted distaste. Such a dark expression melted away, though, as Deimos imagine what effort it took for this rain just to materialize. Everything has a purpose. Everything has a place. Right now, this rain's purpose was to fall, and it's place was above their wonderful ship.

The sudden gusts of wind, however, were not exactly ideal, even if they were doing as fate requested.

Deimos cowered against the storm and thought, briefly, of descending down onto the deck. Bracing a storm seemed better than bracing for conversations, however. Besides, the rain was warm enough to be pleasant. Distant memories of training beneath freezing waterfalls steel Deimos' mind enough for them to curl up against the mast of the ship, defending their books from the onslaught of soaking rain that threatened their delicate pages.

Silently, they decided they will head down in exactly thirty minutes if the rain does not let up. Deimos knew, however, that their anxiety was prepared to hold out until nightfall if it had to. And such was life.

That was Deimos' purpose, and their place.

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@Angel Eyes geez someone is ready to go!! i have finals this week and next so i'm gonna be slow on posting, but i'll try to have something done by the end of the week @Jacobite

Abracadabra! [Theater-Based Slice of Life]

@Jacobite Feel free to move and use Noah anyway you like!

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@Angel Eyes isn't it right to leave the GMing to the GMs??? LMAO

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Deimos

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^{Devourer of knowledge, creature of the wind and the stars.}

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Deimos of Tijan

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Nonbinary (they/them)

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Tijan - A small island located close to The Ichiren Dynasty, Tijan is mainly dominated by the large temple that covers nearly every surface of the rocky land. The people who live here are most likely monks or scholars, living out their lives as peacefully as they can muster. Tijan holds a massive library full of found texts and scrolls and essays written by the scholars who make their homes here and many empty rooms which the monks use to house sickly or poor people if they are in need.

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Baby-faced, short, and lean, Deimos could very easily pass for child upon first glance. Cursed with an extremely youthful expression and limbs that rarely act according to their whim, Deimos is as awkward physically as they are verbally. Standing a mere 5'4" and weighing just over one hundred and ten pounds, they are far from a threatening silhouette and seem to be fully aware of that. Deimos is rather attractive, however, even if they are not entirely aware of it. Vanity is not a virtue after all, and as such Deimos often does not spend too much time worrying or fussing over their appearance.

Tan skin contrasts vividly with Deimos' thick blonde hair which, despite constant badgering from the monks back home, they now refuse to shave. Their eyebrows are thick and dark, often turning upwards with anxiety, and their eyes give off a friendly light when they happen to be in a good mood. Pale green eyes star up at the sky and the stars when and glitter with curiosity when they think one one could possibly be looking. Deimos was happily blessed with an angular and androgynous face, and thanks to this they were able to go about day to day without having to worry about being misgendered. With a sharp, curved nose, full lips, and cheeks full of dark freckles, Deimos holds a relative attractiveness that definitely is not enough to turn heads.

Dressed in the usual modest outfit most monks seem to wear, Deimos is not exactly the most fashion forward person on the ship. They do not entirely understand the thralls of dressing fancily and find that suits and silks are rather lackluster, especially if they get in the way of working. Beneath their tattered outfits Deimos has fields of stars and monk symbols tattooed across their body, and sometimes, on particularly hot days, they will remove their sleeves and these odd markings will be visible to the world.

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Bumbling is the best way to describe someone like Deimos of Tijan. They were born into their awkwardness, raised by monks who shared their quiet and soft demeanor, and thrust into a world that was suddenly so much bigger than they expected, so of course they had to be a bit bumbling. Deimos always seemed to cling to the library when they were younger, craving the knowledge that the words held rather then companionship like many other monk children. Thanks to this, they have plenty of book smarts but fall flat when it comes to social situations. They often get anxiety from being in crowds or in tense situations, and have been known to hyperventilate when too panicked.

Despite their social anxiety, though, Deimos is a calm and gentle soul. They have taken a vow of pacifism and will never start a fight if they can help it. Of course, they will not hesitate to protect others or themself when presented with a dangerous scene, but in they end Deimos is strongly against causing harm to any living thing. To the people they have grown to known Deimos is an angel, treating them with the utmost respect and serenity they too would love to receive. Deimos believes strongly in karma, and as such acts according to what they wish to have in return. Because of this ideology, whenever Deimos makes a friend they work their hardest to make sure that person is as happy and content as can be.

Deimos is, of course, a book worm. They do not border on the term 'nerd', oh no, they are the term. Never has their been a better word to describe someone as bookish and meek as Deimos. They rely heavily on the well of knowledge that obtained from countless hours of studying and learning from the best scholars back home. This heavy leaning on their own intelligence, however, makes them a bit prickly when someone attempts to question Deimos' reasoning. Even the slightest insult to the cartographer's intelligence can put them in a bad mood, and while they are rarely angry Deimos does get depression or downtrodden rather easily.

In the end, Deimos is a soft and gentle soul that possesses an enormous amount of awkwardness. Where they fail in social situations they make up for in general intelligence and a thirst for adventure. Their curiosity rivals that of a hunting cat, and even if they are sure to tip toe around stressful issues once something of note pops up Deimos is always ready to learn more about it. Deimos rarely acts out with their emotions, and always seems to plan their steps a head of time before leaping into action. When not furiously documenting where they have been and where they will probably go, Deimos can be found reading wherever there is light or meditating and praying to their God. They work hard to maintain relationships and to prove their worth to their fellow crew mates, and this journey will be full of firsts for them.

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● Cartography and Star Mapping - Living with a monastery can get a bit boring sometimes, so Deimos decided to fill up their time by learning how to draw maps from the countless examples in the Tijan library. They are mostly self taught but have a fantastic sense of direction and enough knowledge on the subject to start from scratch. As for star mapping-- Deimos has always had an interest in constellation and has journals full of shapes and figures from the night sky. Both skills make them an extraordinary navigator.

● Herbal Knowledge - Thanks to growing up with a garden full of different leaves and flowers and monks who know how to use them, Deimos has picked up the ability to tell certain herbal plants apart from others. With this ability, they know how to use plants to make certain teas and pastes that could have powerful benefits. They can also tell when certain plants may be poisonous or dangerous to consume and actually have a few pouches of herbs on them for future use.

● Self-defense - Though well known to be a pacifist, Deimos was trained with their fellow monks in martial arts as a form of self defense and discipline. Their style derives from the act of using one's opponent's weight and power against them, and as such Deimos relies on speed and mental finesse rather then brute strength or direct hits.

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● Strength - As their usual stature may dictate, Deimos isn't exactly the most strong person on the boat. They have spent so much time building up their mental prowess they they have completely lost the ability to lift anything heavier than a half-full keg of beer or a small pile of books and scrolls. Of course, their monk discipline made them at least a bit quicker than most, but in the end Deimos is completely unfit to be manning any of the heavy lifting around the ship.

● Sailing - Though Deimos had studied the mechanisms of every ship possible in the library, when it comes to actually being out on the open air they known nothing of what to do with the ship. Directions aside, they really do not know the magic in how to get the boat to turn nor how to unfurl and wrap up the sails if asked, and thanks to this they often shy away from doing boat-duties in favor of just charting out their path.

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Twenty-four years ago, a child with dark skin and blonde hair was left at the doorstep of the Tijan Monastery-- a child that was born merely one year before. There were no parents accompanying this child, no pets or servants, and the only thing around the small crying bundle was a chain and a golden ring. This child was abandoned on a chilly Tijan night with nothing but the cooing songs of the gentle monks to sooth it and the blessing of an unknown God above to protect it.

Deimos' first memory was this: a dimly lit room, a blurred and concerned face, and a song. A song sung in a language they would not yet understand. A lullaby to calm the soul. Below them, in this memory, was an arm, holding them upright, and beside them was a chest keeping them warm. They had no clue who they were at this time, nor that they were abandoned and found and loved again instantly. This was their first memory and their first unknowable truth.

Deimos was brought into the monastery that night and instantly placed with a crowd of other children. If the tikes noticed the new comer's different hair and skin they said nothing about it, and Deimos was raised in a loving and practical environment as any other child. They were mentored by an older monk named Wangwei and the two grew close as Deimos slowly grew into their own as a scholarly type. Wangwei taught Deimos everything they know about their religion and their way of life, and was well known around to monastery for holding a rich love for philosophy and apothecary, that of which they also passed down onto Deimos. They learned to appreciate life and act according to their own wishes thanks to their mentor.

The happy days with Wangwei could not last forever, though. He was an older monk by the time Deimos was placed under his care, and when Deimos was about sixteen their mentor fell ill. Months passed with Wangwei bedridden, and Deimos, as loyal as ever, sat by their bedside and listened to the last teachings Wangwei had to offer. The night of his death was a mournful occasion for the whole monastery, but his life was celebrated for a week straight with wine and music afterwards. Deimos took part in the festivities only to keep their spirits up, but after the week of celebration ended they locked themselves away in the library to truly mourn their dead teacher.

Deimos studied every book in the library after that, sitting in the farthest corner for days on end just pouring each paragraph into their mind. They took a new found interest in plants and herbs thanks to Wangwei's influence and, slowly and carefully, began growing detached from the monks' hermit-like ways. They began to lose sleep and found their eyes drawn up to the stars mapped above the temple. They drew constellations from memory and mapped out the night sky one hundred different ways just to kill time. Their love for graphs and maps grew with each new scroll they discovered in the library, and soon they had hobbies that were more scholarly than monk-like. Training and meditation continued to play a big part in Deimos' life, but in the end they had begun to crave something outside the usual monotony they experienced.

And that 'something outside' came as a whisper that resonated through the temple halls. A monk, back from a pilgrimage, had heard tell of a grand voyage being planned and knew they were in need of a crew. Deimos devoured this gossip and instantly turned to the head council of the temple, pleading with them to allow them to use the boat as a means to obtain a spiritual journey. After days of pressing and pleading the monks gave in, and Deimos was suddenly thrust into a world that they did not entirely understand with a box full of scrolls and books and a dream to learn more than they possibly could know.

Deimos had nothing to offer but their brilliant mind and a curiosity that was deeper than most may realize. When they approached the person in charge of hiring for The North Wind's journey, Deimos laid their skills bare on the table. Hand drawn maps and star charts splayed across the table, and Deimos stared on with an unnatural flame of determination that seemed to cry 'look at me, look at me and see what I can do'. After a private interview and perhaps a whole hour of rambling map explanation, Deimos was hired as part of the crew of The North Wind, and they were finally getting the adventure they so craved.

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Growing up in a monastery can only keep someone entertained for so long. Deimos, after fulfilling his duties as a youth for the monks and teachers of Tijan, sought to experience the world to its fullest. They asked if they could go out to see the world, and when that didn't work they turned and began calling their excursion on the airship a 'pilgrimage'. Once free of the monastery rules, Deimos was free to find all of the knowledge they fervently sought. Their ambitions lay in their endless curiosity and their thirst for adventure, and The North Wind seemed to be the key to their wishes.

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● Scrolls x20 — Packed away in their large backpack, Deimos carries around countless scrolls full of old maps and star charts. Half of them are blank, however, ready to be use.

● Calligraphy Set — Ink (in various colors!) and at least a dozen paintbrushes used for map-making and, sometimes, calligraphy.

● Books x10 — Novels and textbooks and essays taken from the monastery. Deimos reads them on their down time or before bed.

● Prayer Beads — Normally tied around Deimos' left hand, these beads are a pale blue in color and give off a faint glow despite not holding any magical properties. They calm Deimos in the midst of anxiety and act as a focus for their nightly prayers.

● Silver Ring — A silver band which has just recently been able to fit around Deimos' finger. The inside of the ring is engraved with the name C. D'Aboville.

● Herbs — Plucked straight from the gardens of Tijan, Deimos has five pouches full of herbs that can be used for spicy teas, healing pastes, and other useful remedies.

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@Counter Coup KHUN IS SO CUTE??? OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. WHAT A CUTE CHARACTER ;0;

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Noah Auguste

^{Male | 21 | Homosexual}

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Noah Auguste is more of a ghost than a person. He is a man pulled directly from a chiaroscuro sketch, a creature most may not notice at first glance. He's the living definition of a wallflower by appearance alone thanks to his emotionless and homely face. Noah is not conventionally attractive, rather his face is quite forgettable and seems to be steeped in the over saturated filter of an old photograph. The only real color to his appearance comes from his hooded but bright blue eyes, which seem ever brighter compared to his mousy hair and pale, pale skin. While he may possess beautiful features, like his aforementioned eyes and his plush lips, Noah seems to take it upon himself to appear as unassuming as possible.

He is stocky with muscles built from working with his father's construction firm, though it fails to make up where he stands height wise. Standing at a mere 5'4", his height adds once more to his ability to blend in to any real life scenario, and he drops down to a sad 5'2" thanks to his perpetual slouch. Despite these short comings, Noah walks with a sense of self-preservation. He does not lack confidence (hell, maybe you can't lack what you never had), but instead of holding his head high he walks quickly and quietly as if to protect himself from an invisible force walking behind him. His attire matches his protective motions, often hiding him away in plain sight with dark shirts, dark jeans, and unassuming though accentuating outfits.

When he is not moving from place to place like most humans do he is entirely still, observing those around him. His stare is often cold and distant, and while it may appear that Noah is glaring at someone, he is, in reality, day dreaming. People watching is also a hobby of his, though this is merely out of curiosity towards others.

Apathy draws Noah's usual expressions into that of a statue. He rarely smiles, rarely frowns, and on top of it all seems to find those who do emote to be annoying. His bored expressions may read as aloof, and that would be because they are, but there are times when he may tilt his head quizzically or huff in exasperation. Those few signs of life are rare but enough to remind others that Noah is, in fact, a human being.

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Noah is probably the least outwardly emotional person you may ever meet. Drenched in a thick coating of self-made apathy, he walks through his everyday life looking and reacting to everything like a photograph. He is not so much a person rather than the implication of a person-- he walks and talks and breathes, but he never shows any sign that he feels anything from such humane interactions. Despite his apparent lack of emotion, Noah is far from silent. He is relatively blunt in conversations, and if ever caught in the middle of a debate he is not afraid to speak his mind. To those he tolerates he is protective and watchful, though does not outwardly voice his concerns for them.

In his own mind, Noah is a volatile storm. He often switches from long, depression-based lack of motivation and days of subdued mania where he merely throws himself into work to keep himself busy. His general aloofness is not exactly a cover for his apparent mental issues, rather it is a symptom of his attempt to cover up whatever is going on within him. Of course, this habit makes Noah a rather secretive person, and though he may not mean any harm by his self destructive attitude, those few and far between friends he has since lost were perhaps most hurt by his wish to remain silent about himself.

When involved with other people for a project or in the theater company itself, Noah does his share and nothing more. His ideology is mostly reliant on the thought that "he can carry his own weight", and once he has he leaves the rest of the work to those within the group. Noah isn't lazy, per say, rather he lacks motivation to do anything other than what is assigned to him. When working in the theater, however, Noah seems oddly more attuned with himself and the objects and people around him. While acting he is ridiculously responsive, and though he has trouble improvising or keeping rhythm it is obvious that he enjoys himself just the same.

Noah is, in all honesty, everything and nothing to a fault. He is honest to a fault. He keeps promises to a fault. He is quiet and morbid and protective and volatile, all to a fault. He feels absolutely nothing, and yet still has the need to drown out that white noise with loud parties and a ridiculous amount of alcohol. The dark feelings that Noah is hiding will perhaps never be revealed, as he works hard to keep himself distanced from people who could threaten to peel down his mental walls, but those who do try to reach out may just find a scared, introspective boy just ready to lose it.

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✓ Alcohol and cigarettes
✓ Small animals and children
✓ Cold, quiet weather
✓ Acting; or rather being someone other than himself

✗ Hard drugs
✗ His father
✗ People entering his personal space
✗ People who show intense emotions

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Life in the slums of the East Coast wasn't exactly all sunshine and beach times. Noah was born to squat in a three roomed apartment on the Jersey Shore with his twin sister, Beatrice, and his abusive father James Auguste. Noah never knew his mother, or, rather, he had never heard mention of her in the house. As Bea and Noah grew older they just assumed she up and left after they were born, and honestly neither of them could blame her. No sane woman would have been able to deal with the manic asshole that their father was. Noah's early life consisted of getting locked in cupboards, running down to the corner store to pick up his dad's cigars, and playing pretend with his sister who recieved the same abuse and then some.

They lived in that seaside town for ten long years, dealing with their father and the other drunks that cruised through the salty-smelling streets when it was off seasons. A few months after their tenth birthdays, however, James came home with a letter in ahnd and announced to his children that they would be moving out of state for work. Bea and Noah were, unexpectedly, excited for this change of pace. James seemed less agitated at home with the upcoming move (when questioned why by Noah, he merely responded by saying "I'm getting more pay, kid") thus the twins were left to their own devices as they packed up their meagar life in New Jersey and set off to a brand new house set up in Greenville, Ohio.

Noah's middle school and high school life was spent battling with depressive thoughts and keeping his sister above water as she fell into the same habits as him. His father set him off to work for his construction company as soon as he was fit enough to start lifting rubble and work machinery, and that with the added stress of school work and keeping his twin sane muddled down into him until Noah was left only with a will to work and nothing more. He lost any interest in himself and his hobbies, lost his own thoughts in favor of keeping track of his sister's, and gained a new found disease known as 'apathy'.

The only thing that kept Noah somewhat intriugued was Greenville High's theater and English prorgrams. He found himself working tirelessly after school one sophmore dya in order to perfect how to use the old, half-broken light board and memorize all of the actor's lines on stage in order to keep his queues on time. He read Shakespearian monolouges in and after class, and found a new love for musicals and plays with each ticket he bought to the town's local programs. Of course, his father wasn't quite a big fan of his son's "odd, stupid, girly" interests, and Bea could care less about him as the end of their high school lives slowly stretched forwrad to swallow them whole.

Eventually Noah became fed up with his home life. Bea was all prepared to shell off for college, all ready to leave her brother behind after their four long years of keeping her away from all the destructive thoughts she craved, and Noah felt betrayed by her actions to leave him behind. In retaliation he applied to a college in Indiana and eventually found himself on a one way trip to St. James, Indiana. He left behind his drunk and miserable father, his thankless sister, his broken friendships and his broken house. He left behind what ever traces remained of the old Noah and found a new shell to inhibit in his home away from home.

And eventually, after a three months of living on campus and exploring the small town's delights, he stumbled upon the Abrcadabra theater comapny, and the rest was history.

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● Acting: A talent spurred from countless English class readings and late night Shakespearean monologues, Noah has a keen ability of simply capturing the essence of whatever role is assigned to him. Of course, some parts are easier than others (he generally favors the pessimistic male leads) but given enough time to prepare Noah will do reasonably well as whomever he is instructed to be.

● Technical Theater: Before Noah was known in the company as an actor he worked backstage as a lighting technician. He both designed some of the light designs for some of the old productions as well as worked to adjust and move the tech during show time. He still goes behind the scenes nowadays when not acting up a storm on stage.

● Calm: In terms of personality Noah isn't..... Much, to say the least. He lacks the proper motivation to actively emote and seems fine with just sitting in a corner and staring at a wall rather than socializing. On the high chance that the company is running through some anxiety, however, Noah is the rock that can help keep people together. His calm, emotionless words may be blunt at times but are trained enough to quell whatever panic is getting the person in question in a jam.

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● Dancing: Actually, anything involving rhythm (he has trouble learning songs during the first few weeks of rehearsals too). Noah may have decent timing in scenes, but when it comes to dancing to a beat he has two left feet.

● Emoting: Noah in general has issues revealing what he's truly feeling. When not playing the part of another person on stage he is horribly apathetic, almost to the point of being robotic. Because of his apathy he has trouble sharing his own thoughts, ideas, and feelings.

● Heights: Perhaps the worst phobia to have for a tech-crew member, Noah has an abnormal fear of being high up. While he never outwardly says anything to anyone, his demeanor drastically changes when he is in a high spot. Despite his fright, Noah frequents roofs to smoke, and when asked why he merely responds with, "I'm feeling."

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Tech Crew – Noah works with the lighting and sound crew to ensure that the more extravagant productions are nicely lit and sounding as pitch perfect as possible. Though he hasn't put much time into lights due to his new found interest in actually BEING in the shoes, Noah seems to have a soft spot in his heart for light design and sound effects.

Actor – Though the revelation for this role was recent, Noah has taken to his new title quite nicely. Having always been a fan of monologues and being in the mindset of someone other than himself, he easily slipped into the mindset of an actor. Still, he has a lot to learn about being on stage.

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● He works two jobs besides the company and college; one as a waiter in a local diner and the other as a valet at a high class restaurant an party venue. Both gigs are part time and help keep his tongue wet and his tuition paid for

● His favorite play is actually a lesser known short piece called "Waiting for Death", though the role he would most like to play would have to be Tom Wingfield from The Glass Menagerie.

Liriia's Characters

Deimos

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^{Devourer of knowledge, creature of the wind and the stars.}

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ＮＡＭＥ

Deimos of Tijan

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25

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Nonbinary (they/them)

ＰＬＡＣＥ ＯＦ ＯＲＩＧＩＮ

Tijan - A small island located close to The Ichiren Dynasty, Tijan is mainly dominated by the large temple that covers nearly every surface of the rocky land. The people who live here are most likely monks or scholars, living out their lives as peacefully as they can muster. Tijan holds a massive library full of found texts and scrolls and essays written by the scholars who make their homes here and many empty rooms which the monks use to house sickly or poor people if they are in need.

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Outfit

Baby-faced, short, and lean, Deimos could very easily pass for child upon first glance. Cursed with an extremely youthful expression and limbs that rarely act according to their whim, Deimos is as awkward physically as they are verbally. Standing a mere 5'4" and weighing just over one hundred and ten pounds, they are far from a threatening silhouette and seem to be fully aware of that. Deimos is rather attractive, however, even if they are not entirely aware of it. Vanity is not a virtue after all, and as such Deimos often does not spend too much time worrying or fussing over their appearance.

Tan skin contrasts vividly with Deimos' thick blonde hair which, despite constant badgering from the monks back home, they now refuse to shave. Their eyebrows are thick and dark, often turning upwards with anxiety, and their eyes give off a friendly light when they happen to be in a good mood. Pale green eyes star up at the sky and the stars when and glitter with curiosity when they think one one could possibly be looking. Deimos was happily blessed with an angular and androgynous face, and thanks to this they were able to go about day to day without having to worry about being misgendered. With a sharp, curved nose, full lips, and cheeks full of dark freckles, Deimos holds a relative attractiveness that definitely is not enough to turn heads.

Dressed in the usual modest outfit most monks seem to wear, Deimos is not exactly the most fashion forward person on the ship. They do not entirely understand the thralls of dressing fancily and find that suits and silks are rather lackluster, especially if they get in the way of working. Beneath their tattered outfits Deimos has fields of stars and monk symbols tattooed across their body, and sometimes, on particularly hot days, they will remove their sleeves and these odd markings will be visible to the world.

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Bumbling is the best way to describe someone like Deimos of Tijan. They were born into their awkwardness, raised by monks who shared their quiet and soft demeanor, and thrust into a world that was suddenly so much bigger than they expected, so of course they had to be a bit bumbling. Deimos always seemed to cling to the library when they were younger, craving the knowledge that the words held rather then companionship like many other monk children. Thanks to this, they have plenty of book smarts but fall flat when it comes to social situations. They often get anxiety from being in crowds or in tense situations, and have been known to hyperventilate when too panicked.

Despite their social anxiety, though, Deimos is a calm and gentle soul. They have taken a vow of pacifism and will never start a fight if they can help it. Of course, they will not hesitate to protect others or themself when presented with a dangerous scene, but in they end Deimos is strongly against causing harm to any living thing. To the people they have grown to known Deimos is an angel, treating them with the utmost respect and serenity they too would love to receive. Deimos believes strongly in karma, and as such acts according to what they wish to have in return. Because of this ideology, whenever Deimos makes a friend they work their hardest to make sure that person is as happy and content as can be.

Deimos is, of course, a book worm. They do not border on the term 'nerd', oh no, they are the term. Never has their been a better word to describe someone as bookish and meek as Deimos. They rely heavily on the well of knowledge that obtained from countless hours of studying and learning from the best scholars back home. This heavy leaning on their own intelligence, however, makes them a bit prickly when someone attempts to question Deimos' reasoning. Even the slightest insult to the cartographer's intelligence can put them in a bad mood, and while they are rarely angry Deimos does get depression or downtrodden rather easily.

In the end, Deimos is a soft and gentle soul that possesses an enormous amount of awkwardness. Where they fail in social situations they make up for in general intelligence and a thirst for adventure. Their curiosity rivals that of a hunting cat, and even if they are sure to tip toe around stressful issues once something of note pops up Deimos is always ready to learn more about it. Deimos rarely acts out with their emotions, and always seems to plan their steps a head of time before leaping into action. When not furiously documenting where they have been and where they will probably go, Deimos can be found reading wherever there is light or meditating and praying to their God. They work hard to maintain relationships and to prove their worth to their fellow crew mates, and this journey will be full of firsts for them.

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● Cartography and Star Mapping - Living with a monastery can get a bit boring sometimes, so Deimos decided to fill up their time by learning how to draw maps from the countless examples in the Tijan library. They are mostly self taught but have a fantastic sense of direction and enough knowledge on the subject to start from scratch. As for star mapping-- Deimos has always had an interest in constellation and has journals full of shapes and figures from the night sky. Both skills make them an extraordinary navigator.

● Herbal Knowledge - Thanks to growing up with a garden full of different leaves and flowers and monks who know how to use them, Deimos has picked up the ability to tell certain herbal plants apart from others. With this ability, they know how to use plants to make certain teas and pastes that could have powerful benefits. They can also tell when certain plants may be poisonous or dangerous to consume and actually have a few pouches of herbs on them for future use.

● Self-defense - Though well known to be a pacifist, Deimos was trained with their fellow monks in martial arts as a form of self defense and discipline. Their style derives from the act of using one's opponent's weight and power against them, and as such Deimos relies on speed and mental finesse rather then brute strength or direct hits.

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● Strength - As their usual stature may dictate, Deimos isn't exactly the most strong person on the boat. They have spent so much time building up their mental prowess they they have completely lost the ability to lift anything heavier than a half-full keg of beer or a small pile of books and scrolls. Of course, their monk discipline made them at least a bit quicker than most, but in the end Deimos is completely unfit to be manning any of the heavy lifting around the ship.

● Sailing - Though Deimos had studied the mechanisms of every ship possible in the library, when it comes to actually being out on the open air they known nothing of what to do with the ship. Directions aside, they really do not know the magic in how to get the boat to turn nor how to unfurl and wrap up the sails if asked, and thanks to this they often shy away from doing boat-duties in favor of just charting out their path.

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Twenty-four years ago, a child with dark skin and blonde hair was left at the doorstep of the Tijan Monastery-- a child that was born merely one year before. There were no parents accompanying this child, no pets or servants, and the only thing around the small crying bundle was a chain and a golden ring. This child was abandoned on a chilly Tijan night with nothing but the cooing songs of the gentle monks to sooth it and the blessing of an unknown God above to protect it.

Deimos' first memory was this: a dimly lit room, a blurred and concerned face, and a song. A song sung in a language they would not yet understand. A lullaby to calm the soul. Below them, in this memory, was an arm, holding them upright, and beside them was a chest keeping them warm. They had no clue who they were at this time, nor that they were abandoned and found and loved again instantly. This was their first memory and their first unknowable truth.

Deimos was brought into the monastery that night and instantly placed with a crowd of other children. If the tikes noticed the new comer's different hair and skin they said nothing about it, and Deimos was raised in a loving and practical environment as any other child. They were mentored by an older monk named Wangwei and the two grew close as Deimos slowly grew into their own as a scholarly type. Wangwei taught Deimos everything they know about their religion and their way of life, and was well known around to monastery for holding a rich love for philosophy and apothecary, that of which they also passed down onto Deimos. They learned to appreciate life and act according to their own wishes thanks to their mentor.

The happy days with Wangwei could not last forever, though. He was an older monk by the time Deimos was placed under his care, and when Deimos was about sixteen their mentor fell ill. Months passed with Wangwei bedridden, and Deimos, as loyal as ever, sat by their bedside and listened to the last teachings Wangwei had to offer. The night of his death was a mournful occasion for the whole monastery, but his life was celebrated for a week straight with wine and music afterwards. Deimos took part in the festivities only to keep their spirits up, but after the week of celebration ended they locked themselves away in the library to truly mourn their dead teacher.

Deimos studied every book in the library after that, sitting in the farthest corner for days on end just pouring each paragraph into their mind. They took a new found interest in plants and herbs thanks to Wangwei's influence and, slowly and carefully, began growing detached from the monks' hermit-like ways. They began to lose sleep and found their eyes drawn up to the stars mapped above the temple. They drew constellations from memory and mapped out the night sky one hundred different ways just to kill time. Their love for graphs and maps grew with each new scroll they discovered in the library, and soon they had hobbies that were more scholarly than monk-like. Training and meditation continued to play a big part in Deimos' life, but in the end they had begun to crave something outside the usual monotony they experienced.

And that 'something outside' came as a whisper that resonated through the temple halls. A monk, back from a pilgrimage, had heard tell of a grand voyage being planned and knew they were in need of a crew. Deimos devoured this gossip and instantly turned to the head council of the temple, pleading with them to allow them to use the boat as a means to obtain a spiritual journey. After days of pressing and pleading the monks gave in, and Deimos was suddenly thrust into a world that they did not entirely understand with a box full of scrolls and books and a dream to learn more than they possibly could know.

Deimos had nothing to offer but their brilliant mind and a curiosity that was deeper than most may realize. When they approached the person in charge of hiring for The North Wind's journey, Deimos laid their skills bare on the table. Hand drawn maps and star charts splayed across the table, and Deimos stared on with an unnatural flame of determination that seemed to cry 'look at me, look at me and see what I can do'. After a private interview and perhaps a whole hour of rambling map explanation, Deimos was hired as part of the crew of The North Wind, and they were finally getting the adventure they so craved.

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Growing up in a monastery can only keep someone entertained for so long. Deimos, after fulfilling his duties as a youth for the monks and teachers of Tijan, sought to experience the world to its fullest. They asked if they could go out to see the world, and when that didn't work they turned and began calling their excursion on the airship a 'pilgrimage'. Once free of the monastery rules, Deimos was free to find all of the knowledge they fervently sought. Their ambitions lay in their endless curiosity and their thirst for adventure, and The North Wind seemed to be the key to their wishes.

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● Scrolls x20 — Packed away in their large backpack, Deimos carries around countless scrolls full of old maps and star charts. Half of them are blank, however, ready to be use.

● Calligraphy Set — Ink (in various colors!) and at least a dozen paintbrushes used for map-making and, sometimes, calligraphy.

● Books x10 — Novels and textbooks and essays taken from the monastery. Deimos reads them on their down time or before bed.

● Prayer Beads — Normally tied around Deimos' left hand, these beads are a pale blue in color and give off a faint glow despite not holding any magical properties. They calm Deimos in the midst of anxiety and act as a focus for their nightly prayers.

● Silver Ring — A silver band which has just recently been able to fit around Deimos' finger. The inside of the ring is engraved with the name C. D'Aboville.

● Herbs — Plucked straight from the gardens of Tijan, Deimos has five pouches full of herbs that can be used for spicy teas, healing pastes, and other useful remedies.

Fractured [ Action | Adventure | Airships ]

Deimos

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^{Devourer of knowledge, creature of the wind and the stars.}

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Deimos of Tijan

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25

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Nonbinary (they/them)

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Tijan - A small island located close to The Ichiren Dynasty, Tijan is mainly dominated by the large temple that covers nearly every surface of the rocky land. The people who live here are most likely monks or scholars, living out their lives as peacefully as they can muster. Tijan holds a massive library full of found texts and scrolls and essays written by the scholars who make their homes here and many empty rooms which the monks use to house sickly or poor people if they are in need.

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Outfit

Baby-faced, short, and lean, Deimos could very easily pass for child upon first glance. Cursed with an extremely youthful expression and limbs that rarely act according to their whim, Deimos is as awkward physically as they are verbally. Standing a mere 5'4" and weighing just over one hundred and ten pounds, they are far from a threatening silhouette and seem to be fully aware of that. Deimos is rather attractive, however, even if they are not entirely aware of it. Vanity is not a virtue after all, and as such Deimos often does not spend too much time worrying or fussing over their appearance.

Tan skin contrasts vividly with Deimos' thick blonde hair which, despite constant badgering from the monks back home, they now refuse to shave. Their eyebrows are thick and dark, often turning upwards with anxiety, and their eyes give off a friendly light when they happen to be in a good mood. Pale green eyes star up at the sky and the stars when and glitter with curiosity when they think one one could possibly be looking. Deimos was happily blessed with an angular and androgynous face, and thanks to this they were able to go about day to day without having to worry about being misgendered. With a sharp, curved nose, full lips, and cheeks full of dark freckles, Deimos holds a relative attractiveness that definitely is not enough to turn heads.

Dressed in the usual modest outfit most monks seem to wear, Deimos is not exactly the most fashion forward person on the ship. They do not entirely understand the thralls of dressing fancily and find that suits and silks are rather lackluster, especially if they get in the way of working. Beneath their tattered outfits Deimos has fields of stars and monk symbols tattooed across their body, and sometimes, on particularly hot days, they will remove their sleeves and these odd markings will be visible to the world.

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ

Bumbling is the best way to describe someone like Deimos of Tijan. They were born into their awkwardness, raised by monks who shared their quiet and soft demeanor, and thrust into a world that was suddenly so much bigger than they expected, so of course they had to be a bit bumbling. Deimos always seemed to cling to the library when they were younger, craving the knowledge that the words held rather then companionship like many other monk children. Thanks to this, they have plenty of book smarts but fall flat when it comes to social situations. They often get anxiety from being in crowds or in tense situations, and have been known to hyperventilate when too panicked.

Despite their social anxiety, though, Deimos is a calm and gentle soul. They have taken a vow of pacifism and will never start a fight if they can help it. Of course, they will not hesitate to protect others or themself when presented with a dangerous scene, but in they end Deimos is strongly against causing harm to any living thing. To the people they have grown to known Deimos is an angel, treating them with the utmost respect and serenity they too would love to receive. Deimos believes strongly in karma, and as such acts according to what they wish to have in return. Because of this ideology, whenever Deimos makes a friend they work their hardest to make sure that person is as happy and content as can be.

Deimos is, of course, a book worm. They do not border on the term 'nerd', oh no, they are the term. Never has their been a better word to describe someone as bookish and meek as Deimos. They rely heavily on the well of knowledge that obtained from countless hours of studying and learning from the best scholars back home. This heavy leaning on their own intelligence, however, makes them a bit prickly when someone attempts to question Deimos' reasoning. Even the slightest insult to the cartographer's intelligence can put them in a bad mood, and while they are rarely angry Deimos does get depression or downtrodden rather easily.

In the end, Deimos is a soft and gentle soul that possesses an enormous amount of awkwardness. Where they fail in social situations they make up for in general intelligence and a thirst for adventure. Their curiosity rivals that of a hunting cat, and even if they are sure to tip toe around stressful issues once something of note pops up Deimos is always ready to learn more about it. Deimos rarely acts out with their emotions, and always seems to plan their steps a head of time before leaping into action. When not furiously documenting where they have been and where they will probably go, Deimos can be found reading wherever there is light or meditating and praying to their God. They work hard to maintain relationships and to prove their worth to their fellow crew mates, and this journey will be full of firsts for them.

ＳＫＩＬＬＳＥＴ

● Cartography and Star Mapping - Living with a monastery can get a bit boring sometimes, so Deimos decided to fill up their time by learning how to draw maps from the countless examples in the Tijan library. They are mostly self taught but have a fantastic sense of direction and enough knowledge on the subject to start from scratch. As for star mapping-- Deimos has always had an interest in constellation and has journals full of shapes and figures from the night sky. Both skills make them an extraordinary navigator.

● Herbal Knowledge - Thanks to growing up with a garden full of different leaves and flowers and monks who know how to use them, Deimos has picked up the ability to tell certain herbal plants apart from others. With this ability, they know how to use plants to make certain teas and pastes that could have powerful benefits. They can also tell when certain plants may be poisonous or dangerous to consume and actually have a few pouches of herbs on them for future use.

● Self-defense - Though well known to be a pacifist, Deimos was trained with their fellow monks in martial arts as a form of self defense and discipline. Their style derives from the act of using one's opponent's weight and power against them, and as such Deimos relies on speed and mental finesse rather then brute strength or direct hits.

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● Strength - As their usual stature may dictate, Deimos isn't exactly the most strong person on the boat. They have spent so much time building up their mental prowess they they have completely lost the ability to lift anything heavier than a half-full keg of beer or a small pile of books and scrolls. Of course, their monk discipline made them at least a bit quicker than most, but in the end Deimos is completely unfit to be manning any of the heavy lifting around the ship.

● Sailing - Though Deimos had studied the mechanisms of every ship possible in the library, when it comes to actually being out on the open air they known nothing of what to do with the ship. Directions aside, they really do not know the magic in how to get the boat to turn nor how to unfurl and wrap up the sails if asked, and thanks to this they often shy away from doing boat-duties in favor of just charting out their path.

ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ

Twenty-four years ago, a child with dark skin and blonde hair was left at the doorstep of the Tijan Monastery-- a child that was born merely one year before. There were no parents accompanying this child, no pets or servants, and the only thing around the small crying bundle was a chain and a golden ring. This child was abandoned on a chilly Tijan night with nothing but the cooing songs of the gentle monks to sooth it and the blessing of an unknown God above to protect it.

Deimos' first memory was this: a dimly lit room, a blurred and concerned face, and a song. A song sung in a language they would not yet understand. A lullaby to calm the soul. Below them, in this memory, was an arm, holding them upright, and beside them was a chest keeping them warm. They had no clue who they were at this time, nor that they were abandoned and found and loved again instantly. This was their first memory and their first unknowable truth.

Deimos was brought into the monastery that night and instantly placed with a crowd of other children. If the tikes noticed the new comer's different hair and skin they said nothing about it, and Deimos was raised in a loving and practical environment as any other child. They were mentored by an older monk named Wangwei and the two grew close as Deimos slowly grew into their own as a scholarly type. Wangwei taught Deimos everything they know about their religion and their way of life, and was well known around to monastery for holding a rich love for philosophy and apothecary, that of which they also passed down onto Deimos. They learned to appreciate life and act according to their own wishes thanks to their mentor.

The happy days with Wangwei could not last forever, though. He was an older monk by the time Deimos was placed under his care, and when Deimos was about sixteen their mentor fell ill. Months passed with Wangwei bedridden, and Deimos, as loyal as ever, sat by their bedside and listened to the last teachings Wangwei had to offer. The night of his death was a mournful occasion for the whole monastery, but his life was celebrated for a week straight with wine and music afterwards. Deimos took part in the festivities only to keep their spirits up, but after the week of celebration ended they locked themselves away in the library to truly mourn their dead teacher.

Deimos studied every book in the library after that, sitting in the farthest corner for days on end just pouring each paragraph into their mind. They took a new found interest in plants and herbs thanks to Wangwei's influence and, slowly and carefully, began growing detached from the monks' hermit-like ways. They began to lose sleep and found their eyes drawn up to the stars mapped above the temple. They drew constellations from memory and mapped out the night sky one hundred different ways just to kill time. Their love for graphs and maps grew with each new scroll they discovered in the library, and soon they had hobbies that were more scholarly than monk-like. Training and meditation continued to play a big part in Deimos' life, but in the end they had begun to crave something outside the usual monotony they experienced.

And that 'something outside' came as a whisper that resonated through the temple halls. A monk, back from a pilgrimage, had heard tell of a grand voyage being planned and knew they were in need of a crew. Deimos devoured this gossip and instantly turned to the head council of the temple, pleading with them to allow them to use the boat as a means to obtain a spiritual journey. After days of pressing and pleading the monks gave in, and Deimos was suddenly thrust into a world that they did not entirely understand with a box full of scrolls and books and a dream to learn more than they possibly could know.

Deimos had nothing to offer but their brilliant mind and a curiosity that was deeper than most may realize. When they approached the person in charge of hiring for The North Wind's journey, Deimos laid their skills bare on the table. Hand drawn maps and star charts splayed across the table, and Deimos stared on with an unnatural flame of determination that seemed to cry 'look at me, look at me and see what I can do'. After a private interview and perhaps a whole hour of rambling map explanation, Deimos was hired as part of the crew of The North Wind, and they were finally getting the adventure they so craved.

ＡＭＢＩＴＩＯＮＳ

Growing up in a monastery can only keep someone entertained for so long. Deimos, after fulfilling his duties as a youth for the monks and teachers of Tijan, sought to experience the world to its fullest. They asked if they could go out to see the world, and when that didn't work they turned and began calling their excursion on the airship a 'pilgrimage'. Once free of the monastery rules, Deimos was free to find all of the knowledge they fervently sought. Their ambitions lay in their endless curiosity and their thirst for adventure, and The North Wind seemed to be the key to their wishes.

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● Scrolls x20 — Packed away in their large backpack, Deimos carries around countless scrolls full of old maps and star charts. Half of them are blank, however, ready to be use.

● Calligraphy Set — Ink (in various colors!) and at least a dozen paintbrushes used for map-making and, sometimes, calligraphy.

● Books x10 — Novels and textbooks and essays taken from the monastery. Deimos reads them on their down time or before bed.

● Prayer Beads — Normally tied around Deimos' left hand, these beads are a pale blue in color and give off a faint glow despite not holding any magical properties. They calm Deimos in the midst of anxiety and act as a focus for their nightly prayers.

● Silver Ring — A silver band which has just recently been able to fit around Deimos' finger. The inside of the ring is engraved with the name C. D'Aboville.

● Herbs — Plucked straight from the gardens of Tijan, Deimos has five pouches full of herbs that can be used for spicy teas, healing pastes, and other useful remedies.

Deimos has been fixed up I believe~ I hope it is to your liking @Jacobite