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          ⊰  Elaina Lehane≬ 356 (25) ≬Kitsune (3) - Zenko ≬Night ⊱          ⊰   Journalist / Singer ≬ Female ≬ Queer≬ Taken   ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time....

People liked to say they were living in the darkest timeline when things looked a bit bad, but Elaina was someone who knew what the darkest timeline actually looked like and this wasn’t it. Elaina wasn’t just born into slavery, even worse, she was bred into itback in the days when the Dark Elves still held Kitsune as pets and slaves. Her parents hadn’t been in love or trying to build a family, they were selected for their prefered traits and appearances to have children that would sell well. 

Still, that was probably a better fate than many children had, since there were enough born of even worse circumstances and treated that way . It wasn’t as if her childhood had been enjoyable, but she was seldomly hurt and was being fed regularly since you wanted your stock to look healthy on the market.  It was a strange place to be among the most miserable beings in the world and yet still envied because she had it slightly better than others. 

The day of the auction was the most surreal experience with people looking at her and talking to her,almost as if she was a person. They didn’t ask her about what she thought or anything like that, but about if she could sing or had any other talents that were valuable. She could sing, which made her worth more and was something her breeders were proud of. 

Alas, she would never meet the person that was going to pay for her. Only a few days before the auction was to take place a new law had come into effect: Slavery had been outlawed by the Conclave. This auction had been a last ditch effort to get a return on some investments, since not everyone who had a Kitsune as a pet was a Dark Elf and other places would probably still be able to secretly hold onto them for a few years, undetected by law.

Just in time, the action had been discovered and so she was freed. Still a child, she was brought together with the other children. She didn’t know who her parents were and even if she did, Elaina doubted that either of her parents would want to take care of her, or even know that she was their daughter. 

Small villages were created for the Kitsune to build a new life, and some took in children and tried to build a family but she wasn’t one of them.  When it was clear that they had a lot more children than they had families that could take them within their own Species, they opened up the ability to adopt the children to other Species as well. 

This time Elaina was lucky, a Faun took pity on her. He had had children in the past and she reminded him of his daughter, so he asked her if she wanted to travel the world and she enthusiastically agreed.

It took them both some time to get used to each other. Elaina had many fears and Padraig, her new father, had to get used to a child that had little to no knowledge or social skills. But he was kind and patient and just like her he loved to sing, so they had something to share between them, even when it seemed impossible to understand the other. 

Traveling wasn’t easy, they didn’t have a home to return to and while she had never had a classic home, she always had her bed. It wasn’t a problem that she couldn’t have many material things since everything needed to be carried, and she had never owned anything before that anyway - but traveling, no matter the weather or temperature was a challenge. 

Besides that, it was without a doubt the happiest time of her life. Padraig was her father, her parent, he taught her everything he could and while he wasn’t the perfect father, he loved her, cared for her and raised her to be independent. 

As she wasn’t a Faun and didn’t share the need to always be on the road, so she eventually decided to settle down in Fabledale. Padraig had taught her how to read and write but he wasn’t too big on spelling, and what she enjoyed most besides singing was writing. Padraig had gotten her obsessed with news. Every new town they went to had different stories, different happenings and everyone wanted to hear the news from the places they had visited. 

It gave her the kind of validation she craved and that was when she began to study how to spell and write in a way that intrigued people. And then she began to write, anything and everything she remembered. 

Elaina was able to publish it as a book, and it was moderately popular. She did make enough money to stay in the green, but it wasn’t like she was a household name or anything that posh. But it kept her afloat and on the side she would sing in taverns for tips and would write for the paper. 

Then the war began and she shifted her focus, writing less things she remembered, instead trying to inform everyone of the dangers that were around them. It was dangerous but also exhilarating in a way.  Her job had never been more important, and would probably never be more important than it was during that time. 

Then the Curse hit, everything changed.  For her, the change wasn’t too bad. As a writer, computers made her life easier, as well as  the microphone and the ability to record music without the use of magic. 

Since there wasn’t a lot of traveling anymore she continued to work for the Newspaper, eventually taking it over and renaming it the Narayan Times. On the side she had founded a band: “ 31 Pieces of Silver”. There was no touring with that either, or getting a real record deal, but it was a good way to pass the time. The venues where you could play were limited, so it would always stay a hobby, but a funny hobby indeed. 

Connections:

❖ Padraig❖ Father

❖ 12 Steps Down Staff❖ Sabine, Farin; She is a regular performer with her band

  ❖ Bandmates❖

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               ⊰ Viduus Tenebris ≬ X ≬Vampire - Seducer≬ Death ⊱         ⊰ Owner of From Dusk Til Dawn ≬Male  ≬ Taken ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time....

Some people wanted to be rich, some wanted to be famous, and some wanted to be rich and infamous. Viduus had always dreamed big. Sitting in the shabby room without heat and full of other children he had looked up at the moon, knowing that he would earn enough one day to eat whatever he wanted, when he wanted, and he would make sure that no one was going to take it from him. 

Some children without parents found themselves with loving relatives or adoptive parents. Some found themselves in the arms of criminals who liked having children around for their innocent faces and fast feet and small height which both lent themselves immensely well to pick pocketing in crowds. 

The first lesson he learned was how to steal from others and more importantly, how to make sure others wouldn’t steal from you. 

And of course, he also learned that the stronger you were the more rights you had. This life had a harsh learning curve because there were no adults to comfort him or give him food if he didn’t earn it. 

The fourth lesson would be one that he would always treasure as the most important lesson in his life: Muscles weren't the only thing that made you strong; numbers were just as important. There were always taller, stronger, older children than him in the house, but Viduus had quickly established a small group of the younger children to work with him. 

For a few days he slept outside, always making sure to get some of the burned bread from the bakeries, buying trust from the other kids until they formed a group where everyone had a job. Someone was on bread duty, someone was on duty for the pick pocketing, some for fencing and some for protecting their things from the other kids. 

They managed to make enough money to give to the adults that ‘trained and housed’ them, and some to keep some  for themselves. They could sleep in peace knowing their things were moderately safe and it made his time bearable. 

Once he had reached his teenage years his group had settled into their routine. One time they robbed a haberdashery which was rumoured to have some jewels for a special order. Sadly, the stones turned out to be only glass, but Viduus saw a beautiful bulk of wool and took that instead. The wool had been dyed in various shades of blues and purples, Viduus thought it had something very beautiful about it. One of his boys was good with a needle and thread and made them cloaks out of it, which became their uniform. 

The colours reminded Viduus of the colours of morning before the sun came up, so from then on they were known as the ‘Dusk Cloaks’.

They didn’t work for their former boss anymore but were self employed, so to speak. Stealing didn’t cut it anymore for them, they wanted to live well and not off of scraps, and a good way to do that was through schemes. 

Clothes made the man, so Viduus organized fine looking clothes for some of his crew and they began to con people in a grander way. Sometimes they would stage a robbery on the street and rescue the rich victim to make a contact under the name Sir Tenebris, for it was always good to have friends in high places. Other times they would sell things they didn’t own and then vanish with the money. 

It was mostly small time stuff, but they saved their money because they knew that there were more valuable things people would pay good money for; but to get to those things you needed bribes, weapons, and information - and none of these things were cheap. 

After another few years they had built a ‘real’ business. Thanks to Viduus' contacts with the rich they had buyers for the rare and occult objects some wanted to have, and as a side business he started to collect not only items but secrets too. At first he sold them for fun but then he learned that this knowledge was worth a lot. Knowledge was always worth money but the children he had grown up with didn’t have any significant secrets. No one really cared if Karl peed his pants that one time. 

But it was very different with the rich where everyone had a secret lover, false names, illegal ventures, and dangerous or stolen artefacts. Oh yes, a good secret could be worth more than a room of gold when used correctly, but unlike a room of gold, it could also vanish into thin air if treated with indelicate fingers. 

He made mistakes here and there, but even when he lost money he chalked it up to the cost of learning. He would never in his life have ‘nothing’ again, as long as he could hold onto the things he had, he could survive. 

Then, things changed somewhat in his favour. The Red war began and war was always good business for the illegal trade. The rich became paranoid and would buy whatever kind of crap you could pass off helpful to them, and since he didn’t have stakes in the war he had no qualms to work with both sides. 

It was also the time when he decided that being immortal would benefit his business, and he let himself be turned into a vampire. 

It was the thing that truly kickstarted their business, and would last them even through the tougher years. That was until they got noticed by someone above their usual paygrade: The Conclave Member of the Death Faction, Sylense. One of the more elusive members of the Council. The only other person that had more secrets to dig up was Yael from the Water Faction. 

Sylense made him a deal that sounded just good enough to be true: more freedom. He would have to do favours for Sylense, but in turn his group would be kept safe from a lot of prosecution.

Of course Viduus couldn’t just walk into a Faery Court with iron and sit on the Queen's throne without retribution, but there were a lot of doors opened for him and more people willing to look the other way. 

There was also another group that had collected a fair amount of reputation in the underworld: The Crows. They dabbled in different things than him but sometimes when they overlapped there was some bloodshed. Overall they didn’t get into full on war with each other, but Viduus had some ambitions to show Carwright that he was the better criminal whenever he could. 

Of course whenever he actually met Cartwright in such a situation he would usually just offer his services to him, to be paid to do the job for the Crows, since he had the better men. 

Even with all his flexible moralities there was still one line he didn’t cross. He didn’t have a biological family, but he cared for his own people, especially those that had been with him for centuries and had proven themselves to be loyal and deserving of his protection. So when he heard that Cartwright had fathered a child he sent him a basket with wine and fruit and a letter. The letter was smug about the fact that he had found out about the child, but he made it very clear that their rivalry was between them alone and that neither him nor his people would ever touch his daughter.

It might make him look a bit soft, but it was also for the reason of security. Blood feuds could get extremely messy and he would rather have a sit down with Cartwright and talk it out than have criminals burn down his house because someone unrelated to them had hurt his child. 

Then the Spiderwar started, and once again Viduus played both sides for his own profit, though he had to be less obvious about it since Sylense was clearly on the side of the Conclave. 

When the Curse happened things changed for the Dusk Cloaks. They had to adapt to the new technology and the dangers that could come with it. Also their political protection was in a magical sleep, so Viduus went to another Council Member who seemed in need of assistance. Truthfully he would have favoured to go with Yael since she seemed about as uncaring as Sylense had, but since she was the mother of Cartwrights daughter he was certain that she wouldn’t be in his favour. Vicnae, however, was just desperate enough to seek the help of someone who had experience with solving high profile problems. 

Now Viduus owned an auction house ‘ From Dusk ‘Til Dawn’ where you would buy official things of value, and unofficial things behind closed doors. 

Connections:

❖ Sylense ❖ Much like Cartwright’s deal with Yael, Viduus has one with Sylense. The Council member protects the Dusk Cloaks from persecution in exchange for their services. 

❖ Vicnae ❖ While he doesn’t officially work for Vic, the man has sent Viduus on several excursions to pick up illegal items for his experiments. 

❖ Timothy ❖ Unbeknownst to him, Viduus sells Tim stolen items to put on display at the museum. 

❖ Cartwright ❖ The men aren’t necessarily enemies but neither are they on friendly terms. Viduus enjoys showing up Cartwright and proving he is the better criminal, especially seeing as Cartwright has gotten soft in his old age. 

Possible Plot Ideas:

❖ Somebody has been beating Viduus to the punch and stealing items he’s interested in before he can get to it. Once was annoying, twice was a pain in the ass, three times and he’s ready to find the culprit and strangle them. 

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Gifhunts for the FC: X X X

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⊰  Odette Odomye ≬30 ≬ Mermaid ≬Night⊱                                               ⊰      Clerk at the WinterCourt ≬ Female ≬ Open   ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time….

Odette was born into a strange position. Her mother was, and still is, the Council Member of the Water faction: Yael Odomye. A woman that is known to be as cold as a fish and as uncaring as a predator on the prowl. More secretly, her father is Cartwright, the Leader of the Crows of Hell, a career criminal that works for her mother. 

She hadn’t been the consequence of love or violence, but just of two people sometimes sleeping with one another. 

Therefore there wasn’t a family structure or the wish of having a ‘normal’ family structure by either of her parents. There was never a time when her parents lived together. She would either be at the Castle where the Council reigned or with her father and or Aunt Lavinia, who happened to be the crown princess of the Winter Court. 

Her life had always sounded like a bizarre and senseless novel but to her it made sense. 

From early on her mother had done her best to teach her how to be tough, but since Yael wasn’t a warm person their relationship wasn’t openly loving and soft. Sometimes, at the end of the day Yael would sneak into her room and sit with her, maybe read her a story. She would always tell her that she loved her, but that she knew she would never be a good mother, which is why she had found a nanny that would be this warm influence in her life. 

As a child she hadn’t understood and as a teenager she had rebelled against her mother and hated her. Now that she was older she saw things differently. Of course she would’ve still prefered to have a loving mother, but she honestly believed that Yael had done the best that she could. Her mother did love her and did care about her, she just wasn’t able to openly act like that. Granted she wasn’t very close to her mother and she hardly ever reached out to her. But every few weeks Yael would contact her to ask her how she was. 

One good thing was that her mother had picked a good nanny. Mary, a mermaid as well, had cared for her as if she had been her own so she had never lacked a person that would hold her if she was upset or kissed a sore knee. 

Her father had also been a loving influence. Like her mother he tended to be reserved in public and he wasn’t too open about his emotions to most people, but despite being a surprise, she had been a good surprise for him. Whenever she wasn’t being schooled or he was busy with work, he would pick her up and spend time with her. Often he would teach her some tricks of the trade too.

He never planned to get her into his business, but he always thought that picking locks and the like were handy skills to have.

And then there was Lavinia, her fun aunt. While they weren’t related by blood, Lavinia was Carwright’s closest and most trusted friend. They were family, and so Odette was family to Lavinia as well. Since Lavinia had raised her own little brother, she knew how to handle children and had even bought a house in Fabledale to have a place where they could have sleepovers and just live, a home that wasn’t part of a crime business or the Council. 

Being with her Dad and her Aunt were some of the fondest memories she had, and she was still close with both of them. 

Her mother had wanted her to get a good education and her father was for it as well as long as it was something she wanted and so she went to college.

Maybe it was because she had spent so much free time working at the law firm Winter Court during summers or because it did help a lot to know the law when you wanted to do borderline illegal stuff, but it was a central point in her life. Even with her mother. 

So she studied to be a lawyer. Now she is working at the law firm Winter Court and preparing to do her final exams to become a full fledged lawyer. While some people might think that she had gotten her job via nepotism, most people didn’t have a qualm with her working at her Aunt’s firm since she had been working there during the summers already and had been kept on her own merit. She might’ve gotten her first job there because the boss loved her but Lavinia would’ve never kept her as an employee if she hadn’t worked hard.

Despite the corrupt nature of her parents, she held a strong belief of justice in her heart. Maybe it was because Mary had instilled it in her or maybe Lavinia had done it, or maybe both. But she did believe in helping those less fortunate than herself and so it’s not a huge surprise that when she learned about the Vox Nomini the voice of the namegivers, the voice of everyone who was seen as a person by the laws of Naraya, standing for those who didn’t belong to a faction or were born Hybrids, she was interested.

She searched for the members and carefully let it be known that she was interested in what they were doing and one day she found a note in her letterbox, telling her where to go at a specific time. 

It was the most reckless thing she had done in her life but she went, and just like her father, she was blessed with luck, because she god to meet an Agent of the VN and since then she helped wherever she could, using both her knowledge about the Council, her knowledge about the crimeworld, and her knowledge of law to further this organisation’s goals.

Connections:

❖ Cartwright❖  Her loving father and sometimes partner in crime

❖ Yael Odomye❖ Her mother. She really tries, well at least she claims she is

❖ Lavinia DeChevin❖ Her Aunti and boss. The strong female rolemodel that would picks her up at 3 in the morning and will keep her secrets

❖ Rami❖ Her contact to the Vox Nomini

Possible Plot Ideas:

❖ She is trying to fight the good fight for the less fortunate in Fabedale, especially the ones that didn’t have representation in the Council. She has an easier access to the castle but has to be careful as her mother wouldn’t take the fall for it.

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Gifhunts for Gemma Arterton: X x X

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⊰  Junelle Aslyn ≬39 (25) ≬ Bastet - Cat Sidhe≬Night Faction⊱                                               ⊰     Council Member ≬ Female ≬ Open   ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time....

As a member of the Bastet species, Nell was taught family and duty above all else from a young age. 

It was a warm childhood, her mother blending family and work life together with ease much to the chagrin of her fellow Conclave at times. As a member of the Conclave, her mother was very important and very busy, but she never neglected Nell; if things ever required a choice she’d make it work, whatever necessary.

She grew up always trailing ten feet behind her mother and the Conclave, listening in on meetings even before she could comprehend what was being said, training - the thing her Species did best - and tucked in and asleep promptly at bedtime every night. 

For any other child, the castle she grew up in would have been filled with rules and considered stifling for a child’s creativity, but Nell had always been mature for her age and she’d never considered it as such. She never lacked anything. All her needs were met and when she fancied something more her mother would teach her to earn things. Either by helping someone out in the castle, like helping to clean, helping in the kitchen or the gardens, or by being more diligent in school. 

It never bothered her to do these things. Really, it was fun to spend a day planting flowers in the garden and one of the cooks taught her how to bake the perfect cookies. Every desire or whim she had was fulfilled, even if she had to earn it herself and she received the best schooling and training there was so what more could she have wanted? 

Since she could remember it’d always just been her and her mother and maybe there was some inner desire for a larger family that she hadn’t realized because as she grew older so did her affections for her people.

Her mother may have been a part of the Conclave that over saw every species, but Nell regarded Bastet as the singularly most important. A funny sentiment for someone who once longed to run away and live among the Valkyries, but she’d formed a deep fondness for the Bastet over the years, their ideals and values as a whole mirroring her own almost exactly.  

Her mother, proud as she was of her heritage, maintained an unbiased stance when it came to decision making and proving herself a much better diplomat than Nell who was being groomed to one day take her mother’s place. She’d struggled to make unbiased decisions about anything, always letting her opinion cloud her judgement and according to her mother it was an unfit way to treat others. She needed to learn to see the picture as a whole. 

She worked as an intern for the Conclave as she completed her studies, both she and her mother agree on their importance, and once those were finished she took a sabbatical and travelled to different Bastet communities and towns. She found everyone friendly enough and just as eager to teach her as she was to learn and soon enough she was showing off her own skills and cementing her place as a Cat Sidhe.

It was her first and only act of rebellion. 

Once the Spider Wars started she was called back to the Castle where she took her place alongside her mother despite her heart longing for the battlefield. There was the occasional battle, the Damhan or their allies getting too close to comfort every now and then but it never lasted long; she suspected them to be nothing more than scouting parties testing the strength of their capital. 

Of course, they’d never managed to get through Ny’thoreal who lived in the lake closest to the castle, but as the war waged on it became easier to convince her mother to allow her to participate in battles that weren’t too far away. Their salvation came in the form of a forbidden Curse; one that not even she’d have agreed to - her fellow Bastet had stood their ground and lost their lives and everyone else was just going to run? 

She didn’t care for the idea; it felt like everyone had died for nothing. She’d never run and neither should Naraya. 

Her mother had a different opinion, insisting it was the only way, that Nell was behaving rashly, that she would understand when she was older. All too quickly the Curse took it’s toll, ripping her apart from most of the Bastet that remained and into a land that no longer needed her or her kind - even worse, her mother fell into a deep sleep, the Curse requiring too much energy for her body to handle. 

Twenty years later and she’s no closer to agreeing that the right choice was made and no closer to finding a way to awaken her mother without endangering everyone. 

Connections:

❖ Ishka Vitae ❖ She likes the girl even though she finds her a bit too soft for a Council member at times. Either way, she’s proof that anyone could have been chosen to fill the empty Night faction spot in the Council, it didn’t have to be Nell as her mother always claimed. She isn’t sure whether having two outsiders in the Council at the same time would be for the best, however, and it’s what’s stayed her hand from quitting.

❖ Theo Velis ❖ She admires the Velis family immensely, even spent time training with them in Naraya when she’d left to travel. She isn’t sure Theo remembers her or if he’s avoiding her seeing as every time she sees him around town he’s quick to scurry away without so much as a nod in her direction.

❖ All council members; Yael, Vicnae, Sylens ❖

❖ Odette  ❖

Possible Plot Ideas:

❖ While her mother is asleep, she’s forced to take her place or find a replacement but so far she hasn’t found anyone she considers dedicated enough for the job. Her alternative is to find a way to wake up her mother so that she can resume her place on the Council and Nelly will be free to choose her own life. 

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Gifhunts for Tessa Thompson: X X X 

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      ⊰  Mirjam Devocana ≬23 ≬ Vampire Sailor ≬Death ⊱                        ⊰    Tattoo artist ≬Female≬  Open   ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time... 

Miri was one of those kids that always loved to draw on everything.  Wall, books, shoes…

She’d always come home with her arms covered in sharpie and gel pen drawings, much to her mother’s dismay. And while her parents weren’t exactly supportive of her hobby, in school people came to her for her ‘tattoos’. At that time it hadn’t occurred to her that she could turn this into a career.

As no one she knew had a tattoo, or at least not in a spot that was visible when wearing clothes, it took her a little while to understand what ‘tattoo’ meant. And once she knew what it was she was even more excited to practice drawing on skin, vegetables and every other surface that could mimic skin. Both body painting and tattoos fascinated her. Art that would stay the way it was forever on a living canvas, and the intricate designs that would be washed away at the end of a day fueled her creativity. 

Her parents weren’t so enthusiastic about it. They let her draw and bought her certain supplies since they weren’t opposed to art itself, but they didn’t want their daughter to work in a ‘Tattoo parlour’ since to them it was the equivalent of working in the basement of a grown man still living with parents. And they weren’t keen on getting educated on that topic either. 

As many parents do, they offered to support Miri financially, and would even support a possible career as a tattoo artist, IF she first got a ‘real’ education via studying at a college. Obviously they hoped that once she had said education she would want to follow that path instead and forget  about becoming a tattoo artist. 

It seemed like a good deal. She had to wait a bit to learn what she wanted but not having to pay your own rent was amazing and she had to agree that it wouldn’t hurt to have an academic title, even if she wasn’t going to use it. It wasn’t going to hurt her either. 

So she went to college and studied to become a lawyer. 

Which was a horrible idea because nothing is as far removed from artistry than being a lawyer. Instead of making her own rules she had to memorize the rules of others. It’s not like it was a boring profession or that there weren’t opportunities for creativity but it was just so different. 

 The topics were fascinating enough, but the dry texts she had to learn, the papers she had to write gave her nothing but headaches. She knew what she loved to do but there was supposedly no money in art. Even if she didn’t go the route of a tattoo artist, people could just buy magically enhanced artwork and seeing as she had no magic of her own, who would buy from her? 

Still, her grades slipped, her attendance became nonexistent, and eventually she had to make a choice and dropped out. 

Her parents were disappointed, but they had seen her losing the spark of joy and had to admit to themselves that this wasn’t a good path for her. Together they tried to maybe find another subject she could study, but they didn’t find anything but art. With a heavy heart her parents agreed to let her follow her dreams, even if it was studying art. 

It was like a huge weight was lifted off of her shoulders that day, and to celebrate, she went to her favorite tattoo parlor, wanting to reward herself with another tattoo. The Mage, Zach, her tattoo artist of choice sat down with her, talked to her, and ended up offering her a job after finding out that she had finally left school, and she took the job without giving it a second thought. He’d always admired the work; both on paper and skin. The two were often on the same wavelength when it came to designs.

Zach assured her magic or not, that she’d be a whiz at tattooing in no time under his tutelage. 

Like every other person she had to learn before she was allowed to take on customers, but since she had ample experience on drawing on skin and surfaces that were similar to skin, she was able to catch on quick. 

At the time she was dating a vampire and to be honest, she was considering maybe becoming one herself. There was something seductive about eternal youth. Even better, tattoo parlours didn’t have outdoor spaces, so the sun wouldn’t be an issue.

She had been born before the Curse, but she had been a baby and was now living in a world with cameras. Even if she couldn’t go out during the day, she could still view daylight through cameras and since her partner was able to manipulate shadows, she would eventually be able to experience short moments of sunlight.

Then her life was thrown upside down one evening without warning. 

She heard the squeal of brakes on their last legs hastening to stop, a shout, and finally one long unpausing honk as a drunk driver slammed into a tree and she and her partner were impaled on the same branch. Her partner was held upright, leaning against her, stuck. They had been killed but the branch had broken in a way that it was only stuck in her hip. A gruesome wound but not instantly fatal.

The other car fled the scene.

When they were found she had turned. The blood from her partner had seeped into her body, and as she had found out later, saved her life. The branch of the tree hadn’t hurt her too badly but the other injuries she had sustained would have collapsed her lung and killed her. 

After the accident she couldn’t draw anymore. Not because of an injury, she could still do her job, but she just couldn’t create. Zach had to come up with the designs. He cut her some slack of course. Her work with the needle was still good, but it wasn’t enough for her. That driver hadn’t only killed her, hadn’t only killed her partner but had also destroyed that light, that rainbow, that place of endless possibilities that had always screamed to be released onto paper and skin in her. 

She had nightmares and got it in her head that if she was able to put things right, then her art would return to her once more. 

But where to start? 

There was a face that she dreamed of, a face she drew. It was the only ‘new’ thing she could create and yet it wasn’t new. 

One day she browsed the paper and saw that very face that had haunted her. Twice. Twin brothers had won some kind of award, but she didn’t care. She wrote down their names and tracked them down. She wasn’t sure which of the two had killed her partner but it didn't matter. Either they would mourn their own loss or feel the pain of losing someone close to them. It seemed right in her head. 

It wasn’t too hard to find them. They were a few years older than her but still in college. And they liked to party. At least one of them. She disliked one of the guys immediately, but he stank of sex and.. Lycan? She wasn’t sure if he was one or not, but since she only had one shot at doing this and Lycans couldn’t be turned, she found the other brother, who smelled like a normal human would. 

He genuinely seemed to be a kind person. It  made her pause, but the reminder of her own lover’s death deterred her from turning back. She spiked his drink and then gave him another with her blood in it.

After that was done she took the cup with her and left. She burned the cup, the wig and the clothes she had used. She had used different make up as well, there was little chance that anyone would be able to remember her at that party. 

After that was done, she slept well for the first time since the accident. She had fulfilled her mission and could now move on with her life. Except that now that she didn’t focus on how much of a victim she was, she realised what she had done. She had lost her path and her mind. Who was this person in the mirror that had thought this was the correct thing to do??

The weight of her crime was heavy on her shoulders, but she couldn’t tell anyone. This wasn’t a minor offence and she didn’t want to go to prison or be executed. She kept her mouth shut. 

At least she was able to draw again. 

Connections:

❖ Zachary Carlyle❖ Boss and close friend. He would be the person to confide                                      in if she wanted to come clean

❖ Jax and Alan Dewitt❖ The Vampire she made and the Lycan that killed her                                             late partner and turned her into a Vampire.

❖ Connection 3❖

Possible Plot Ideas:

❖ What Miri did was illegal and it’s made her paranoid and anxious. Will she come clean and right her wrongs or will she be found out and sentenced to execution?

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Gifhunts for Emeraude Toubia: X X X 

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                                   ⊰  Vicnae Urritz ≬60 ≬ Mage - Experimentalist ≬ Magic Faction ⊱                                               ⊰     Council Member ≬ Cis-Male≬ Taken by Chris   ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time....

Vic was a headstrong child, quick to pipe up and even quicker to defend those whom he was close to. His propensity for witchery bloomed late in life; something he considered to have happened through pure will power and desperation. Yet, he’d never been able to prove that a fact; a harsh truth for a kid who would end up devoting his life to studying Magic and Truth. 

He’d always been limited by his own humanity, he couldn’t breathe underwater on his own nor could he shift into a beast, but he believed through magic all things were possible. 

Suddenly there was no limit to anything. Everything was in his grasp, he just had to figure out the how. 

Even he believed there were lines that should not be crossed, remarked upon the creation of Werewolves as unethical and unnatural...even if the idea that such a thing was possible interested him immensely. Late at night when the candle was down to its last life and sleep was on the tip of his eyelashes. 

He stayed within the confines of the law for the majority of his early twenties, too naive too let his boldness usurp his common sense. But pride was a strong thing and most Mages could hardly resist toeing the line a little at some point. His experiments never involved creating or taking lives but the more he studied the more he could feel himself inching closer. 

His family had meant more than anything to him except the pursuit of truth, and it would eventually be that which saved him from a life of imprisonment. He’d only meant to create a new spell, one which would prevent minor illnesses. 

Of course, to prevent a sickness one first had to understand it.  

Unbeknownst to him, his brother’s young and only daughter had come to visit him, his brother having sent her to ensure Vic didn’t skip out on yet another meal while burrowed in his lab. 

The accident wasn’t loud or messy, the sickness Vic had been researching just simply attached itself to the nearest living host; his niece. He didn’t know what had happened or what would - it was the price you paid for experimental magic, but he did know it wasn’t something he could cover up or hide.

His niece’s health started declining soon after and no amount of magic would help. Even the Light Elves, renowned for their craft in the art of healing could find no cure. His brother begged Vic to save his daughter, even bartered with Vampires to turn her but nothing worked. She’d become immune to the venom of Leviathans but her body was still suffering the consequences of the accident. Through years of attempts, Vic managed to slow the process down but not enough to give her the full life she deserved. The only thing that would save her would take an exponential amount of magic and the opportunity presented itself in The Spider War. 

The Curse was forbidden, strictly against the Sixth Law of Magic to contact or create portals to other dimensions. 

He’d only read about it in ancient books most long forgotten, but he brought it to the attention of the Conclave, assuring them it was the only thing that could save them. 

They agreed more readily than he could’ve imagined and quickly after, everything and everyone in the area was uprooted from one place to another, many of the Council members falling into a deep sleep in the process.

The Curse worked and his niece started gradually regaining her strength. Her father, his brother, however, was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t the only person that had gone missing during the uproot and Vic chalked it up to karma. Besides, what were a few thousand lives compared to that of his niece? He’d put family second once, but never again.

In this new world his niece is free to live her life but he's never felt so restrained. Terrified of another incident occurring and faced with the possibility of truly losing his family next time, he rebuffs that which he used to love - his experiments.

Now he is simply going through well practiced motions, spending most of his time behind the Castle walls unless called upon for Council purposes or to visit his niece.

Connections:

❖ All Council Members ❖Yael, Ishka,

❖ Lyra ❖ Niece. 

❖ Nell  ❖

Gifhunts for the Raul Esparza:

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             ⊰  Morgana Florosl ≬26 ≬ Witch ≬Magic⊱        ⊰     Shop Owner ≬ Female ≬ Queer≬ Taken   ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time....

Morgana’s mother, a Wild Fae, fell in love with a poor tavern owner. They were together for many years, eventually marrying and bringing two beautiful children into the world, Morgana and her twin sister Marjorie. They were born in a small village outside Fabledale, spending their six loving years together. The times were hard but they always managed to get by, until her family was caught in the middle of the all-out war raging around them- it was then they decided to make the lengthy journey to the Capital; a place they were told they would be safe. It would eventually take them five days on horseback, but on the third day a group of Damhan soldiers stopped them, pulling their mother away; assuming she was on their side as many other Wild Fae were. When they found her to be a supporter of the Conclave, they turned on her, murdering her - throwing her body to the side as just another spoil of war.

The twins and their father escaped to a nearby village, shortly finding a smuggler to take them through war zones safely. Sadly, when the time came the fare had risen substantially; they only had enough for two people to make it to the Capital. Their father sorrowfully gave up his place in an attempt to keep them safe, leaving just enough to get the twins through. They said their goodbyes, but not before their father promised to somehow meet them closer to the Capital.

The Capital was so close that they could see the forest that surrounded it, the smoke that escaped through the chimneys. Unbeknownst to them, the Conclave had started the curse by the time the twins were still making their way uphill, causing the ground beneath them to crumble. Morgana and her sister ran as fast as their little legs could, holding the hand of a stranger. Morgana lost her footing as a few large rocks rolled by, her hand slipping out of the strangers causing her to fall back. Her head hit something sharp, something hard that knocked her out.

 The last thing she remembered about that day was being carried through the streets of the Capital, her head sticky to the touch and throbbing. She was scared, and not only was her entire family gone, but the person she connected with most in this world was left behind, her twin remained in the old world, under what Morgana could only guess to be tons of rubble.

  A gracious elderly Elf named Aft Merui that had been from her own father’s village took her in and raised her as his own. Aft owned an Apothecary, a quite popular one that was known for helping anyone in need. The old Elf taught Morgana everything he knew about healing and the different types of magic she would be able to perform as she grew. Over time he saw her as his own daughter and decided that she would be the one taking over the shop, as he knew it would be in responsible hands.

 As a birthday surprise for Morgana, the old Elf renamed the shop The Witch’s Apothecary, and at the age of twenty-six Morgana took over. Throughout the years the apothecary only dealt with herbs and healing, but under new management, Morgana expanded her services to include magical texts and scripts, as well as Tarot and Tea Leaf readings.

Morgana currently lives above the Apothecary Shop with her cat, Zen. 

Connections:

❖ Connection 1❖

❖ Connection 2❖

❖ Connection 3❖

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          ⊰  Ishka Vitae ≬112 ≬ Valkyrie ≬Spirit⊱   ⊰   Council Member ≬ Female ≬ Bi Sexual ≬ Taken   ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time....

Ishka lived a peaceful life, one full of laughter and spirit, surrounded by family and friends. One of her favourite things to do as a young nymph had been to visit the surface, spreading herself out among the rocks and large boulders to bask in the sun with her friends. The only thing stopping her from travelling to the surface from her underwater cave was her parents; they thought it too dangerous. They didn’t trust the evil that the world above offered.

One fateful morning she snuck out, leaving her parents to adventure with her brother. They spent hours playing games and singing lovely melodies, that is until they spotted a ship on the horizon. The naive group waved to the men aboard the ship, not knowing the men were pirates, and not thinking to desert the rocks and return to the sea. The ship came closer, and the crew joined them upon the rocks under a guise of friendliness. When they were all in place, settled in with the nymphs, the pirates turned on them. 

See, Merfolk scales were precious on the black market, and the amount of scales they would harvest from the Merpeople would be traded for gold and other treasures, holding them over for years. The Nymphs and Merpeople fought back as hard as they could, but they were no match for the brute pirates that tore them apart. Ishka fought strenuously, her strength weakening by the second as the blood drained from her veins. 

Ishka lay there in a pool of her friend’s blood, seconds from death watching the pirates murder her loved ones. It was only when they were about to attack her brother - the person she’d been closest to since birth, not only because of their kinship, but because he was a light that warmed the hearts of her own family - when she was reborn. 

She rose above the pirates, transforming into a Valkyrie. With her newfound strength, she picked off a few of the men, flinging them into the ocean to let them drown while the others left, cowardly running back to their ship to disappear back into the horizon. 

She held the broken body of her brother Lachlan in her arms, weeping as she sat alone for the first time among the rocks. Through her tears she witnessed something so sadly bittersweet, something she wouldn’t have believed if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. From the body of her brother as well as the nymphs and merpeople  lying around her rose translucent butterflies. They attached themselves to her, knowing she was now the only one who could return them to the natural cycle of this world. 

She is alone, but then again not, and makes her way to the next town, one she had been to many times before with her family to visit and trade goods. Ishka meets a witch whom she passes on the butterflies to, except for one that refuses to leave her side. The witch sends her to Drasgsa, the capital of the Valkyries.

Ishka trains  with other Valkyries, but they think her a bit strange because they think she talks to herself. It was only until she asked why people were staring when she realized the others couldn’t see the butterfly that followed her, which is strange because every Valkyrie should be able to see it. This led Ishka to believe that maybe the only reason she could see it was because she had been so close with her brother at one point being one of them.

She joins the Valkyrie army, slowly moving up in the ranks. She wasn’t social much, she didn’t quite care for the company of others, so Ishka threw herself into training, something about her transition made her an optimum fighter. Strong, fast, ready for action at every turn. Ishka isolates herself, but not because she's lonely or sad, she has enough contact with the warrior training, sometimes she attends community events, festivals, Valkyrie ceremonies. Ishka doesn't tend to have many close friends, she’s afraid of the traumatic event that happened with her friends happening again. She’s afraid to lose people, so she pushes them away. In general, she is respected, so when there is a festival she can basically sit down with whomever to eat and drink for a while before calling it a night, she doesn’t stay out long.

Then, the Spiderwar begins. This is the first real and honest battle she has to fight in, and because she's one of their best soldiers, she is assigned to protect Fabledale. During one of the battles a few spiders breakthrough, Ishka decides to follow that troupe into the castle, managing to kill the last one before they attack a Reigning Council Member hiding nearby.

The Nymph who is currently on the Council Seat thanks her for her help and is incredibly nervous, scared for what she knew was going to happen next. In what can only be described as a ludicrous move brought on by panic caused by a giant spider almost eating her, gives Katie their diary and tells her that if she does not survive what happens next Katie is in Charge of the Spirit Faction.

Ishka rejects, the notion that she could be a Council member beyond her- but the nymph discloses something Ishka would never have thought to be true, that they were the last of their people, that she would be one of the few last Nymphs left.

No one else is around, there was no one else for Ishka to pass on the responsibility to, and especially no one that would be able to represent the Spirit Faction. Ishka takes the dairy and hopes for the best - but then the Curse is set upon Naraya, and the Nymph is in such a deep depleted sleep from the said curse that they will likely never wake again. She reads through the diary and finds that there is a lot of corruption going on behind the scenes - and she is the only one that knows it. The last few entries were full of mostly incomprehensible ramblings, suspicious of the council.

In about a weeks time after the Curse, Naraya officials come looking for Ishka. They state that the current Council Member left orders behind, leaving Ishka the newest Council member. The longer she is in the position the more she also knows there has to be a balance. Ishka wants to share all the information she’s gathered with the world, but she knew she couldn’t go public with it- she knew the best thing to do would be to stay on the Council, be the good that spoke to the evil she sensed in them. 

These days when she’s not at work she spends her time at the lake, or any large body of water she could find.

Connections:

❖ All Council Members that are awake❖ Yael, Vicnae,

❖ Ny’thoreal❖

❖  Nell ❖

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        ⊰  Cartwright ≬Unknown ≬ Nymph - Water ≬Spirit ⊱     

⊰     Firefighter / King of Crows of Hell MC  ≬Male≬                                                               Bisexual≬ Taken   ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time....

Little is known about Cartwright’s past, and most of what is known is speculated to be lies. Rumour has it that he frequently makes up his own myths about himself ( “The best lies about me are the ones I tell.)

Cartwright has lived on his own for a very long time. When he was younger he worked for a cutthroat gang under a leader whom never got his hands dirty - instead sending Cartwright to do all his work for him. It wasn’t a position the smart mouthed kid thrived in; he never was one for taking orders nor did he enjoy the tasks he was set on but everyone had to start somewhere and work their way up eventually.

It was through one of these jobs that he met whom would become his best friend, Lavinia. It was a kidnapping that had thankfully gone wrong and he ended up with the Princess of the Winter Court instead of one of her lower ladies in waiting whom had been his original target. Instead of selling her off as his boss had wanted, however, Cartwright took her in, showing her how the other side lived and how to have a good time. 

Lavinia would become a constant in his life, flitting in and out with an ease nobody else had ever done before. 

He did have his companions and contacts throughout the years. Countless men and women passed through his life, his bed, his pocket, but he never tried to build anything around them. Most were just something to pass the time with or to further his goals.  

After a few years of playing lackey, Cartwright finally left the crew and went off on his own. He spent his now free days hustling and swindling drunk patrons out of their wallets but in typical Cartwright fashion it wasn’t enough. He was ready to build something. He was older, wiser, and he wanted his own crew; something better than what he’d previously been in. He didn’t care for their unnecessary bloodshed, instead focusing on theatrics and getting things done quickly and efficiently. It was something he was good at, getting in and out of places without being spotted, only his calling card as any proof that he’d been there in the first place.

He settled down in Fabledale where he saw the opportunity to do things his own way. To create a home that would work outside of the law.

It took a few years to get the Club Crows of Hell running, but with Veronica’s help he managed to make it one of the two best known and most feared Crews in Naraya. No one crossed him, or rather no one seemed to live to tell the tale. Cartwright learned early that the fear of a name could be just as efficient - as long as he was able to back up his threats. 

His web of connections grew and through a mutual acquaintance he met Yael, the Conclave member for the Water Faction. In exchange for her protection and a blind eye from the Conclave he would do her favors. Sometimes it was acquiring things for her or making sure anyone that presented themselves as an enemy would disappear. It was a long partnership that had benefited them well throughout the years.

Like many before him, Cartwright fell for Yael despite knowing the impossibilities of their relationship and that he was nothing more than just another footman in her eyes. A title he still held one child later. Odette became the light of his life, nothing mattered more than her...But Yael was always quick to remind him of the power she now held over him, that she could take their kid away whenever she so wished. 

Cartwright had never fancied the idea of breaking his partnership with Yael, but with Odette being held over his head he worried that she would get caught in the crossfire that occasionally came from between the two parents.

He wanted out; he wanted her out and safe and sound with him and his club who would lay down their lives for the boss’ child and would treat her as well as their own. 

But he couldn’t take his child from her mother, no matter how much he wanted to. 

Not much has changed after coming to New Narara; the Council still resided over the people and Cartwright still handled his Crew the same as ever; just with less mess now that half of the population of Naraya was missing and with it half his enemies.

Connections:

❖ Yael ❖ He loves her despite everything, though he wishes to the gods he didn’t. They have a long history, and he’s glimpsed moments of her soft side, mostly with their daughter Odette and it’s enough to keep him on her hook. 

❖ Zachary ❖ So Cartwright has a soft spot for the kid? His old man was a good friend of his and even though Zach is better off without the Crows, he sees too much of his friend in Zach to stay away. 

❖ Lavinia ❖ His best friend. She’s everything he needs in a companion and so much more. They understand each other in ways nobody else could ever come close to and she’s the reason he’s not dead yet....Or Worse.  

Gifhunts for Jeremy Renner :

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              ⊰  Yael Odomye ≬?? ≬ Mermaid ≬Water ⊱                  ⊰  Council Member ≬Female≬ Taken   ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time….

Not much is known about Yael before she met Ny’thoreal, so little it’s not even a fact that was her real name. That is mostly thanks to Yael being rather vigilant about keeping her past private. Every now and again someone will come out of the woodworks and say that she is a noble born Mermaid, or an abandoned child born from a prostitute or any other kind of backstory that has enough drama to make it interesting. But those voices are either silenced permanently or are so insignificant to begin with that no one cares about them. Of course there had to be some people that knew her, that grew up with her, but they knew not to talk about it. Probably. 

Either way, her official story starts when she met Ny who took her in and cared for her; while she did her best to charm him and use him. She will of course praise his loyalty in front of others, showing that he was such a loyal asset and has always been a dear friend of hers, but in private she was just concerned about making sure he didn’t find a different master. She did care about him, but Yael was more concerned with being invulnerable than the well being of others, so if he should ever become a liability to her, no amount of history between the two of them would stop her from trying to get rid of him. 

Her public image since she had gotten her position at the Conclave, and then the Counci,l was polarising. Some thought of her as a truly caring woman who tried her best to appear strong and did her very best for her people, while others thought of her as cold and uncaring. 

The truth was somewhere in the middle. She did care to please the people of her faction, since it was her faction and therefore deserved the best. Then again, she wouldn’t necessarily run into a burning house to rescue someone of her faction either. 

No one, not even those few who got close to her could be sure that she cared for them, except maybe her daughter. Officially she held her at a distance but some rumours said that she had tucked her in at night and made sure to stay in contact with her. But there were very little pictures of them together, so it was anyone's guess as to how close they were.

Rumours also had it that she was affiliated with one of the local biker gangs and that one of the members was actually her secret lover and the father of her daughter. There were stories about this forbidden romance out there, but everyone who had ever met Yael could tell there even if there had been such a romance, the second anyone had heard of it she would’ve put an end to it. 

Yael, colder than the Queen Winter, crueler than the Dark Elves, mysterious, aloof, and yet one of the longest members on the Council.

Connections:

❖ Cartwright ❖

❖ Odette ❖

❖ All Council Members❖ Vicnae , Ishka , Sylens, 

❖  Nelle  ❖

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       ⊰  Lavinia DeChevin≬Age ≬ Winter Fae ≬Dream ⊱                       ⊰    Lawyer  ≬Female≬ Pan ≬ Taken    ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time….

(This character has been played before so a lot of what is written here has come to pass because of that)

Shae Lavinia Aoife De Chevin ó Fiach Dubh was the first child born to the Lady Winter and her husband. Their marriage was happy and a few years afterwards Rísteard was born, so Lavinia had a younger brother to care for as well. Shortly after that, the Queen Winter died and her mother had to take on the Crown, which meant to give up her personality and become the anthropomorphic personification of Winter. It was a destiny that all Queens of the Faery courts had to face to rule. 

 That also meant that to Lavinia and her brother, their mother was basically dead and replaced by an unfeeling entity. It was a strange time since on the outside they had to pretend that this was a wonderful thing, while on the inside they had to mourn their mother; and their father had to mourn his wife.

Their father took good care of them but he was still working through his own grief so he wasn’t always as available to them as they would’ve liked.  Still, there was nothing anyone could do about it. 

Her upbringing taught her to distrust everyone but her family, or the handful of friends she considered family, which included Navandi, her Lady in waiting. A Winterfae herself but the daughter of a Bastet, which made her fiercely loyal and protective. 

One day when she visited the Spring Court, Navandi lent Lavinia her wrap, a piece of clothing that was very valuable to Navandi. A sweet gesture, but with a complicated outcome. You see, someone had paid Cartwright, a young Nymph who was trying to make it big in the underground crime scene, to kidnap Navandi, and the wrap had been described to him as one of the features he was supposed to look out for.

He pretended to be a servant of the Spring Court, lured Lavinia away and managed to kidnap her but soon realised that he was in over his head. Lavinia didn’t spill the beans on who she really was, and managed to convince him that she was just another Lady in waiting. 

Cartwright wasn’t willing to hurt her but he couldn’t just return her either because he was also unwilling to get into trouble for his actions. So he hid them both and while he tried to figure out what to do the two of them started to talk. Lavinia felt free for the first time in her life because no one was watching her or judging her. Truthfully, she could’ve overwhelmed Cartwright rather easily as he turned his back to her more than once, but she dreaded going back more than staying put, for now. 

They both agreed they were stuck in a hard position. Cartwright’s regret seemed sincere and so after a few hours they came to an understanding: If he brought her back to the Spring Court she wouldn’t tell on him, but he had to get her out the following day and take her out for a drink. 

Looking back, Cartwright was still embarrassed that he agreed to this deal, but he had been young. She had held her part of the deal and he had agreed to let his ‘victim’ go and agreed to return the next day. Really, it was the most obvious of traps, except, it turned out to be alright after all. 

He got her the next day just as they had agreed on and took her out around Fabledale. When he asked her her name again she told him ‘Shae’ but he felt that was too posh and asked her if she had another name, since Fae were known for having long complicated names, and she told him ‘Lavinia’ which was her second name and now became the name she used when they went out together.  

They became fast and close friends and about two weeks in, he realized who she really was. It frazzled him, hanging around royalty could’ve gotten him the wrong kind of attention, but by that time he had seen how happy she was when she could escape the rules of the Court. So it was something they overcame quickly.

Then the threat of the Spiderwars began and at the same time, her baby brother started to exhibit strange behaviours, almost as if he was possessed. He was violent, rude, and just not himself, and one day he simply vanished. Those days Lavinia’s father had spent all his time on one of his affairs, a person called ‘Robin’, and so it fell on her to search for him. 

Cartwright joined her on this journey and eventually they were drawn into the Spiderwar while on a ship searching for Lavinia’s brother. They’d met a group of ships that were in the battle against the Damhan, and while they hadn’t planned on fighting with the crew, they had little choice except to fight or die.

The battle had bonded the crew, once you spilled blood together and fought for your life side by side it was difficult to turn your back on one another

The voyage was long and eventually, Lavinia fell for the Captain of the ship, Nicodemus. He was a human, who had a terrible history and loathed royalty; but the strangest thing was that he loved her back. Despite their different world views, they lived through similar upbringings and it became less important who they used to be and more important who they now were. 

Their love was no epic trilogy or novel, instead ending as a short story. Another attack came,  but this time they didn’t win and most of the Crew died. Nic saved her by pushing her off the ship before an explosion, and the memory still breaks her heart to this day. 

Cartwright and her managed to get back on land but Rísteard was nowhere to be found and they were forced to retreat as it was getting too dangerous. The closest safe zone was the Capital and that’s where they had been before the Curse struck. 

Since the Faery Courts were no more, Lavinia was free to choose her own destiny and did so by becoming a lawyer and opening her own firm, called ‘ The Winter Court’ - an ode to her former home. 

 Connections:

❖ Cartwright ❖ Best Friend

❖ Odette ❖ ‘Niece’

❖ Connection 3❖

[fablehaftbios]

                                ⊰  Alan Dewitt ≬24 ≬ Lycan≬Night ⊱             ⊰  Prospect for the CoH  ≬Male≬ Sexuality≬ Open    ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time…. 

Alan is the younger of the Dewitt twins. He was born fifteen minutes after Jax and it became a running gag between them that that was the reason he was late everywhere he went: "He hadn’t managed to be on time for his own birth so how was he supposed to be on time now?”

One could find the irony in the fact that he and his brother’s preferred choice of childhood game was not hide and seek or ogre slayer but guards and robbers. It was always good vs bad, lawful vs unlawful. They were the generation that had grown up in both worlds, though they didn’t have many memories from Old Naraya. 

By choice, Alan was always the robber. He and his brother had always been inseparable and their near identical appearance had helped with a lot of the mischief they’d liked to get into, but their personalities couldn’t have been more different. Alan may have been younger but he was the clear ringleader of the two; wherever Alan went, Jax would follow faithfully. Or go there ahead of his brother because he didn’t want to be late. Either way, Alan usually decided what to do. 

As they’d grown older, they’d started to grow apart. 

Not in affection but by developing their own identities, interests and lives. They still spent most of their time together and Alan still considered Jax to be his best friend, but there was freedom in doing things on his own.

With their love for adventure and their curiosity came a love for learning. Both had good grades which passified their parents when it came to their pranks and other troubles they got themselves into. At least Alan's learning was hugely influenced by the knowledge that it would let him get away with things. 

It led to both of them going to college but Alan's heart wasn’t in it. He was there for the parties and the continued financial support from their parents. On the side he was planning what he wanted his true occupation to be: white collar crime.

It wasn’t until their twenty-third birthday that Alan actually committed a real crime. He was drunk and high when he drove home from the Club; his tolerance was good but an evening of birthday celebrations had made him uncaring about consequences. The other car came out of nowhere, and his reflexes weren’t quick enough to avoid them. 

A crash, a scream, panic. 

For a moment he tried to figure out what to do, what to say, to get out of the car. He could hear the screams for help but fear held him in the seat and with a quick motion he reversed and drove off, confident that it had been too dark for anyone to actually see anything. It wasn’t until the next day he learned that he had killed someone. 

Everyone dealt differently with the feeling of guilt. Some have the need to come clean, some have the need to get punished. Some just leaned into their actions and tried to rationalise it with them being in the right. 

Alan chose the last one and thus began his change.

He started to party harder after that and while Jax obviously realised that something was wrong with his brother, Alan brushed his concerns off. And really, Jax loved his brother and thought him a good person, there was no way he could imagine him doing a hit and run that led to someone's death.

Everything was fine for a while. They went to school, went to parties, went to THE party.

Alan got drunk and hooked up with a girl in one of the rooms. Something he had done before but this girl - he was unsure what she was on at that time - became a bit rough with him (to his delight). But unbeknownst to him, she happened to be a Lycan, and while having some scratches on your back to prove to your homies how well he had scored seemed fine initially, when a Lycan drew blood with their nails/claws or teeth you would become one as well. But of course he wouldn’t realise that until the next full moon.

That same night his brother got drugged, and… it was uncertain what exactly had happened but the next day he woke up as a vampire. 

At first he was enraged. Who would do something like that? Changing someone's life without their consent in that kind of way?? But then he remembered the article of the life he had changed, or rather, ended. It had been a vampire as well. 

Maybe it was a coincidence, but something told him that it wasn’t. He couldn’t be sure if they had aimed for him or for his brother in the first place, but it was just too similar to not be about the accident. He hadn’t only murdered someone but ruined his brother's life as well. And he couldn’t do anything about it. Coming clean wouldn’t help his brother or change things back. There was only one thing he could do. Find whoever did this to his brother and make them regret their actions and hopefully end this. 

The next full moon he found out that he was a Lycan, and honestly, it couldn’t have come at a better time in his life. 

He wasn’t a match for a Vampire as a human, but as a Lycan it was different. It wouldn’t help him with the path he had envisioned for himself, but lately he had started to think about the more hands on part of the crime world. Maybe less Ponzi schemes and more burned down buildings. 

Conveniently there was a rumour, about a Motorcycle Club that were also the firefighters and less than lawful. Of course they claimed that their interest in helping others and also loving to drive motorcycles was purely coincidental, but it was also said that the properties belonging to their enemies tended to be fire hazards. 

He entered the station, head high, and exited a prospect. Now it was his time to earn their respect and eventually find the person that had turned his brother. 

Speaking of which, of course Jax had decided to become a police officer. Guess their childhood games were destiny. 

Connections:

❖ Mirjam Devocana❖ He was responsible for the accident that killed her partner.

❖Jax Dewitt❖ His twin brother.

❖ Cartwright❖ Leader of the Crows of Hell MC.

Possible Plot Ideas:

❖ Alan killed somebody, though it was an accident. If anybody finds out the truth he knows everything he’s been building towards will be over...But when his brother is turned into a Vampire he knows it was no accident and that somebody out there knows more than he’d like them to. 

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Gifhunts for Aaron Ashmore: 

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       ⊰  Jackson ‘Jax’ Dewitt ≬24 ≬ Vampire - Sailor ≬Dreath ⊱        ⊰   Police Officer in Training  ≬Male≬ Sexuality≬ Open    ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time….

Jax, the firstborn of the Dewitt twins. Growing up he was almost inseparable from his brother Alan. They looked so identical that it was a game to them to confuse others and prank them, though Jax never participated in anything that was too malicious. 

Even though they looked so much alike, they couldn’t be more different in their personalities. 

Jackson was kinder, more empathetic with the people around him, while his brother was more of a rough type. Which incidentally made his younger brother the more dominant of the two. Then again, with twins it wasn’t as much about who was older than the other sibling. Even if your sibling was born minutes apart, you still never knew a life without them. 

They were born before the Curse took place, but it never felt like it. He might have a few memories from back then, but what was there to remember from the time before he turned 4? They played out in nature with the other children, just as they did when they turned 5 in New Naraya. Everyone born after the Curse was still influenced from the time before. Everyone knew the game “ Magic Faerie” and “ Water goes down” but the one that Alan and him prefered to play was ‘Guard and Robber’. Alan loved to be the robber and be mischievous and Jax would always play a guard, trying his best to protect the treasures from those who would seek to steal it away. 

Being good gave him a sort of satisfaction, a form of self-worth. Of course he didn’t overdo it. He wouldn’t tell on you if you simply jaywalked over an empty street but he wasn’t the kind of child you would tell that you stole gum from the local market either. 

He wouldn’t rat you out, but he wouldn’t condone the action. 

And he wasn’t perfect either. His brother was a somewhat bad influence on him the older they got. He liked to go out and get drunk and Jax was along for the ride, even if he didn’t drink that much. Someone had to make sure his brother got home safe after all. Just like his brother had a bad influence on him, he had a good influence on Alan. He motivated him to learn and get good grades so that their parents would let him do what he wanted. It wasn’t the best lesson in life, but at least his brother was motivated to sit down and get an education. In his wish to do good he sometimes fell into the trap of “ the way to hell is paved with good intentions” and it was always hard to accept that wanting to do good didn’t always mean that it would turn out good. But at least he tried. 

People he knew usually gave him the benefit of the doubt when things went wrong and overall he experienced life in a way that showed him that if he lived by the golden rule and put positivity out, he would get more positivity back than negativity. 

One night he had to stay home and study when his brother went to a party, and came home late and very drunk. He was distressed but didn’t want to say what had happened, just something about a ‘close call’, whatever that meant. 

The next day he was still in distress but laughed it off. Jax didn’t want to push the matter but he wasn’t used to secrets between them. Even when his brother did things he wouldn’t agree with he would tell him. It worried him but after a few days he seemed to go back to normal, except that his behavior got worse. He drank even more, partied more, cared less. 

It puzzled him and motivated him to look after him more attentively. He would go with him to all parties to make sure he wouldn’t drive home drunk or get robbed or whatever else could go wrong. He tried his best to be a good brother, a good person. But he wouldn’t get rewarded for that. 

They went to another party and even though he didn’t drink a lot, he still got drunk. Or, maybe something else. He remembered a person that he talked to, laughed with. He had liked her…?... him?.. Them. He had liked them.  

Then everything went dark.

When he woke up the next day he felt different. The light was too bright for his eyes and he both felt ill and stronger than ever. As it turned out someone had turned him into a vampire. His parents reported it, but there was little chance they would find the culprit. These parties were notorious for ‘what happens there stays there’ and everyone was responsible for their own safety. 

He tried to convince himself that maybe he had agreed in a drunken state or that it had been an accident or...No one would be this malicious, would they?

He found something that turned everything around. Alan had borrowed his Laptop as his own was sent in to be repaired, so he went into his room - something that was normal - to retrieve it. Both had the key for each other's rooms and could go in whenever they wanted. Borrowing things even without asking wasn’t a big deal. What ever was his was also his brothers and the other way around. 

He went to his desk and tried to remove his brother’s USB drive from his laptop to leave it on his desk but it slipped out of his hand and into a half open drawer of the desk. When he opened it to get it back out he saw something weird. A news article that had been ripped out of a newspaper. 

It was confusing cause neither of them usually read the paper. His parents read them and might collect an article that interested them, like the one about the sports award they had won recently, but neither of them cared. Even stranger, it was about a hit and run, or rather an ‘almost’ hit and run. The article itself didn’t have the date on it, but what he read still made a horrible amount of sense. 

You see, in the article, someone had almost hit a car, which had made the driver evade and crash into a tree. A horrible story, but even worse. 

The driver died. And the driver had been.. A vampire. 

Maybe it was the fact that people had in the past tried to take revenge on his brother but accidentally mixed them up, because somehow this made too much sense. It could be a coincidence. Mere chance. But what were the odds that his brother had kept an article about a horrible story including the death of a vampire he was sure his brother hadn’t known, and then him being poisoned with vampire blood?

He closed the drawer, left the USB drive and made a decision: He would figure this out. But the right way and the only right way that he could think of was to be part of the law. Part of the law, part of the police. 

Now he was a police officer in training. The relationship with his brother still appeared to be the same as before, but he couldn’t trust him anymore until he solved all of this. Of course he didn’t know what would wait for him at the end of this road, but for now it was the only way ahead he could see.

Connections:

❖ Mirjam Devocana ❖ The person that unbeknownst to him turned him into a Vampire against his will.

❖ Alan Dewitt❖ His twin brother.

❖ Brynhilde ❖ His boss. 

Possible Plot Ideas:

❖ The past few weeks have been a mystery wrapped inside an enigma and he’s determined to get to the bottom of it. His life’s been turned upside down and Jax knows at the very least he deserves to know the reason why. 

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Gifhunts for Shawn Ashmore: X X X

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                 ⊰  Anselm Damaske ≬220 ≬ Dark Elf ≬Water ⊱                        ⊰     Fencer ≬Male≬ Sexuality≬ Open   ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time....

He was born without the well known brand of the dark elves; he had no white hair nor did he tower above others. Instead he took after his human father with his muddy hair and chocolate eyes. It wasn’t entirely uncommon for a mixed blood Dark Elf, but still Anselm thought it nothing but a beacon showcasing his half heritage before he could even open his mouth.

He grew up resenting himself, the way he looked, his father for his genetics and his mother for cross-breeding with filth. He felt as if he were lacking, like he had to work twice as hard to prove he belonged. He felt both shunned by his own people and hated by the outsiders whom thought nothing but ill of the Dark Elf species.

It was all mostly internalized self-loathing and paranoia; maybe he’d gotten a side glance or two from his fellow dark elves, maybe the other kids had decided he wasn’t worthy of befriending, but they never considered him filth as he assumed; he was just…lesser.

Whether it was by his choice or not, Anselm had become an isolated child, prone to spending most of his time exploring the forest around his home. 

As he grew older he grew more brave, venturing further and further out until he one day he found himself closer to a light elf village and met Moira. They didn’t look at him with the contempt he’d grown accustomed to, assuming he was one of their kind and thus someone to be trusted. They never asked and he decided it was for the best to keep quiet.

As a kid he was mostly free to do as he wished, but slowly his teachers started to push ideals down his throat. He was taught how weak the light elves were, how they nearly led their entire species to extinction because of their softness, that dark elves were the superior race and others were nothing more than tools to be used.

He wasn’t sure what to think; after all Moira wasn’t the least bit soft - they could knock him on his butt in thirty seconds flat if thy so wished. And his father, human as he was, wasn’t less. Just different. But despite everything, he was still just a kid that wanted to belong and so he started spouting off opinions as if they were his own, convinced if he said it enough times that maybe one day he’d believe it.

He focused on the negative emotions, remembered the looks he received, how badly he used to wish for white hair - would wish upon every star he saw every night - and turned all that internal hatred outward.

It scared him how easily the anger came. It scared his parents too.

But he still couldn’t bring himself to fulfill the one thing keeping him from everything he wanted; all it would take was one little spell and he’d be considered a full dark elf. He’d belong, he’d be accepted. It was what he’d been longing for his whole life wasn’t it?

In the end it wasn’t a decision he consciously made but an accident; an innocent Kitsune that had stumbled across him and Moira while he was in one of his rages. He’d been shell shocked, couldn’t even tell what had happened for sure until Moira had fixed his mistake for him, healing the fox and sending him away.

He’d finally done it but the weight in his chest felt no lighter, in fact it was heavy with an overwhelming amount of guilt. He could say nothing as Moira left for the last time, deciding the two were too different to keep pretending otherwise. He stumbled home and cried in his mother’s arms for the first time, ashamed of himself and tired of carrying around so much hate and pain.

After that he left, bidding his parents goodbye and leaving the Dark Elves behind for good.

He went through job after job and couldn't hold any one for very long; it seemed he had no discernable skills to speak of. Even his attempt at joining a crew had failed him - the leader took one look at him and declared him not ready before shoving him out the door. He'd gotten lucky however, there was someone in the crew who took pity on him and told him where he could make some money. 

There was more money in the trade of selling and trading stolen goods than he realized and soon enough he was making more than enough money to afford eating more than once a day. He was grateful for the opportunity even if it did require forming lots of connections with the buyers in order to win their trust. He'd never intended to, but when the war started the requests for weapons went up and soon enough he was selling more swords than anything else and it didn't matter to his suppliers which side it went to as long as the price was right. 

That pesky emotion surfaced again; guilt was not a feeling he was fond of. He'd been on his way to turn himself in for aiding the cause of the Damhan when the Curse struck and he was transported to New Naraya with noone the wiser as to why he'd been in Fabledale in the first place. With no enemies to worry about benefiting from his job, Anselm went back to fencing stolen goods. 

Connections:

❖Moira❖ They once felt like two sides of the same coin but he should’ve known differently; after all didn’t they spend most of their days running away from what was expected of them while Anselm spent his running towards what he was meant to be? He’s sure they changed his life for the better but he regrets that he couldn’t do the same for them. 

❖Robin❖ Neighbor. They remind him of Moira in so many ways but Robin hasn't accepted his attempts of friendship nearly as readily as Moira had. Not that he really cares to befriend them, but sometimes they look so lonely and he feels bad. For now, he'll keep bringing over the extra Chinese food and pizza he orders in an attempt to thaw them out a little, but he isn't going to worry himself to death over them. 

❖Sylense❖ Annoyance. He'd met the guy one time before he'd decided that Anselm was nothing more than the dirt under his shoe. Sylens looks down upon him and turns his nose upward anytime he even walks into the room, but interestingly enough he'd never seemed to mind Anselm when there was something that needed to be sold or made to disappear. Story goes that Sylens has been asleep for the past twenty years and Anselm Hope's it stays that way for another twenty.

Possible Plot Ideas:

❖  Anselm is no stranger to stolen goods; after all he sells the stuff for a living. But there’s a particularly determined Faun investigating a certain stolen Museum Artifact and he’d gotten too close for comfort at least once. Of course Timothy was none the wiser and had no idea, but still Anselm knows it’s unlikely he’s going to give up anytime soon.

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Gifhunts for Francois Arnaud: X X X

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             ⊰  Farin U Laub ≬ 200 ≬ Merfolk ≬Water ⊱                         ⊰  Bartender ≬  Bisexual ≬Open ⊱

Biography

Once upon a time….

Farin was born a romantic and softhearted boy. Sadly, he was also born into a cold home that wasn’t keen on showing emotions. Neither his older siblings nor his parents cared to nurture the sweet side in him, instead, they made sure that he was physically cared for. He never lacked anything when it came to food, clothes, toys, etc., though he wasn’t being spoiled there either. The only thing that they truly put any effort into was making sure that he got a good education. 

It was sad for him when he was a child, but once he had grown into a teenager, it had made him a perfect target for the more predatory types of society. An older woman became interested in him, and shortly after he fell hard for her. She was the first person to be interested in this softer side of him and even though she didn’t actually treat him well if you were only used to 10% affection, 50% affection felt like a lot. 

He dated her for about 5 years on and off and she eventually achieved what his family had never managed: because of her, his heart grew hard and he considered ‘romance’ a fake idea that was only true in stories. 

Once he was old enough, he left his home and moved to Fabledale to start anew - but this time he was determined to be smarter. Since he was skilled with his hands and rather attractive, he found a position at a tavern. He would earn his money,  flirting with the customers and having new affairs often. On top of that, he was popular and had a stable group of friends, even if he wasn’t too close with everyone. One thing he had learned while working in the tavern was how to make people feel special. How to make them feel like they were the only person in the room that mattered. Of course, it was manipulative, and he didn’t do it on purpose all the time, but it did help him have “meaningful” connections with people without leaving himself vulnerable. 

That didn’t sit well with many people, but he usually was able to charm himself out of bad situations and didn’t face any repercussions for his obdurate behaviour towards others. Then one night a young Faun came into his life. He was adventurous and fun-loving, and while he was worldly and educated in everything that was helpful for a good conversation, he also had a certain naivité about him.  Farin liked it. A lot. He fell for Timothy, who loved to travel and was enchanted when he showed him the world that they could explore underwater. They had more than just a great time with each other.

However, a bit of love didn’t automatically erase all his bad behaviour and it wasn’t surprising that he unintentionally started sabotaging their relationship. He would stand him up, act uncaring and openly flirt with others until Timothy called it quits. And Farin tried to tell himself that this was for the better but soon he started to miss him again. Or maybe he just missed what they had, the amazing beginning, tumultuous and dramatic middle before the disastrous end. and when he ran into him he charmed Timothy and soon they were back together. 

Timothy was by a long shot his longest relationship, despite the on and off. again nature. They would have great weeks or months but then something would always happen. He would even sometimes cheat on him, and honestly, he wasn’t proud of his behaviour. He did love Timothy, but the truth was that he didn’t love himself and just couldn't allow himself to be happy. 

Then the Spider war started and Timothy came back to him, again. With all the panic and the very realistic chance of death they started up once more and lived through the changes that came with New Naraya together before their relationship fell apart once more

He would always manage to run into Timothy, chat him up and send him a message when he missed him too much, but lately, he hadn’t been so sure if he should do that to him. Maybe it would be kinder to let him go.

Either way despite the rare thoughts of selflessness, he would still spend most nights partying,  as he was now a Bartender at the 12 Steps Down. A fitting place, since it somewhat glorified falling off the wagon and he was very good at that. Still, the thought of Timothy kept nagging him.  

His favourite colleague Sabine had been a psych major and he had watched her help to guide people with their problems. Every day he came closer to asking her for advice for himself. 

Connections:

❖ Timothy ❖ On and off again lover.

❖ Sabine Novak ❖ Friend and coworker.

❖ Connection 3❖

Possible Plot Ideas:

❖ One night a special guest comes to the 12 stairs down and tells him something that will chill him to the bone. Now he has to decide if he is going to warn the others or if to forget about it.

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Gifhunts for Ian Somerhalder: X X X

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⊰  Sabine Novak ≬24 ≬ Human ≬ Spirit ⊱ 

                                              ⊰     Receptionist / Bartender ≬Trans/Non-Binary (They/Them)≬ Sexuality≬ Status   ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time…

Wilhelm was born to two loving parents who loved their son very deeply. They had always been an odd child, outgoing in personality, but avoiding any team sports or clubs. Gifted, but never utilizing their potential in class, focusing on books instead of the teacher’s lessons. They’d never quite felt like they fit in anywhere and so they rejected all forms of socialization that grouped people apart.

Coming to grips with who they were and why they never felt like they fit in wasn’t so much a sudden revelation as it was a slow-burning feeling that would never go away until the fire was stoked and they admitted it aloud.

Coming out to their parents hadn’t been the easiest thing in the world, they’re told it never is, but Sabine had done it with their chin up high and nothing but hope in their heart. Their voice may have wavered but neither their words nor the certainty behind them ever did.

There’d been tears and lots of hugs afterwards - maybe Wilhelm wasn’t the son they’d imagined but Sabine was just as much theirs. Their dad gave them a knowing look as he declared having known all along and having simply been in wait for Sabine to accept it themself.

Having only confirmed suspicions made long ago should have made it easy, but their mother, docile and sweet as she was, couldn’t look them in the eye for a week out of unease. She took it the hardest - it would just take time she assured Sabine. It wasn’t said out of hatred or resentment but out of awkwardness from not knowing how to approach her child without causing offense. Luckily, Sabine had grown up in New Naraya and had access to the resources they’d never have in their parent’s old home.

Three therapy sessions later everything was back to normal.  

Of course, normal was relative and if you asked Sabine they’d tell you things were better than ever. Their therapist was a young man fresh out of school by the name of Finn, Sabine fell hard and fast. They had to keep things quiet at first, seeing as they were a patient of his, not to mention the age difference; but after a few months of being together, they’d realize they’d gotten too serious to hide their affections for one another. It was a huge relief for Sabine who’d spent too much of their life-denying themselves to continue to do so for much longer.

During their college years, they’d found a passion for helping others and sought a degree in psychology. They began work alongside their now fiance, him focusing on families while they took adults. They were supposed to be a dream team but despite their schooling and way with words, the informal setting left Sabine off-kilter and it wasn’t long before they called it quits, metaphorically and literally throwing their degree in the garbage in a moment of insecurity. In need of money, they took a temporary job as a bartender at the 12 Steps Down, which turned out to be something they excelled at immensely.

Drunk people loved to talk about their problems and with their experience, Sabine was more than adept at helping them. Eventually, people would come to the bar solely for the nearly free therapy sessions.

However, the late nights meant an opposite schedule from Finn and left them going days without seeing much of each other, so at his recommendation they cut their hours back at the bar and took a position at their old job, this time working as a receptionist. It was an easy job for them, setting appointments and calming the anxieties of clients waiting to be seen; they took to it nearly as quickly as they did the bartending job. 

There was one thing the two jobs had in common; there were hushed whispers and rumors about the Council no matter where they went. 

They chalked it up to the patrons having too much to drink, and those at the clinic were simply paranoid. After all, nothing said ever had any merit nor was there any proof. Of course I believe you,they’d assure the person speaking, but the truth was at that point they’d learn to shrug off the accusations with a shake of their head and a quip of their lips. 

After work, they’d laugh about it with Finn whose laughs had been few and far in between as of late but even so they’d never failed to greet them after work with a kiss and a declaration of love and so they thought nothing of that either. For someone who claimed to despise lies and secrets, they found themself turning a blind eye quite a bit these days. 

Connections:

❖ Finn ❖ Fiance. Working alongside one another, Sabine and Finn couldn’t be closer…So why does there seem to be a gap growing between the two? There’s no lack of love in the relationship, but Finn seems to be more and more agitated these days and won’t tell Sabine why. Not to mention he’s been lying about his whereabouts; not the smartest thing to do to someone who sets your appointments. 

❖ Irah ❖ Older brother. It wasn’t that the two didn’t get along, but the large difference in age made it hard for the two to find many common interests. Irah was rigid where Sabine was flexible; maybe it was so many years spent thinking their older brother would hate them for who they are. Either way, Sabine has only recently started to truly connect with Irah as he seems to be one of the few people in their life that hasn’t been acting strangely. 

❖ Rennard Solanum ❖ Best friend. They have the same appreciation towards flashy outfits sure to catch anyone’s eye - and happened to catch each other’s. It was bound to happen when you frequent the same clubs, after all. Despite a one night stand, the two decided not to pursue anything but became good friends afterwards, Sabine even playing wingman on several occasions.  

Possible Plot Ideas:

❖ A fairly drunk patron questioned Sabine on if Finn had gotten a second job at the castle, swearing to have seen him heading through the doors. But Sabine would know if he had any business with the Council or Princess of Fabledale, wouldn’t they? After all, being invited into the castle wasn’t something small he’d just forget to mention, so why hide it? 

❖ Rennard’s been fidgety and odd lately, and Sabine’s had enough. They’ve demanded the truth or threatened a vow of silence until they do; Sabine’s had enough secrets to last a lifetime and between the two people they love the most hiding things from them, they’re at their wit’s end. 

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Gifhunts for Indya Moore: X X X

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                         ⊰  Timothy ≬ (40) 25≬ Faun ≬Dream ⊱                       ⊰   Curator  ≬Pansexual≬ Open  ⊱

Biography:

Once upon a time....

Timothy was born into a traveling troupe, a mix of Faun and their families. Many Faun preferred to go their own way alone, to be ultimately free and not be bound to anything or anyone; but not every person enjoyed being the lonely wolf on the road. 

The troupe wasn’t large, fifteen people including the children. They were a mix of merchants, minstrels, painters, writers, musicians, and actors. Depending on where they went they would either try to sell and buy things that were special for a specific reason, sing for money, sell paintings or guides including maps, or performed short plays or puppet shows for children. 

Truthfully, they didn’t excel at any of those things but since they mostly entertained smaller villages the expectations for entertainment were much lower. 

Their life wasn’t always sunshine in the most literal of terms. Traveling during winter and during heavy rain wasn’t fun. Sometimes they had the luxury to wait out the bad weather but other times they would be paid for playing at a harvest festival or something similar, and would have to move forward no matter what. Then there were also places that distrusted traveling troupes or Faun specifically, saying that they had bewitched the women in their company against their wills. There was one memory he had from when he was very young when someone had come up and yelled at his parents, trying to ‘rescue’ his mother from his father.

 At the time it had been confusing but now he knew the concept of hurtful stereotypes and that his parents had been happy. 

His mother had simply been a spontaneous woman who - after only two weeks of knowing his father - had decided to travel with him and see the world with the help of a guide. This friendship had blossomed into love and had him and his brother as a result. No one had forced his parents to stay together, they had even visited their grandparents now and again, so she would have had many opportunities to leave and return to her old life if she had wished. 

But she'd had the call from the road in her, the same way the Faun had, so even if his parents had decided to separate she would probably still have chosen a traveling lifestyle. 

He stayed with his family ( which he considered all members of the troupe to be, no matter if they were related or not ) into his adulthood but eventually decided he would leave it, at least for a while. It wasn’t him breaking free from the constrictions of the life he had been leading until now, he just wanted to travel a bit on his own. In his mind he would maybe do this for a year and then return, maybe with a partner of his own, but he would never actually get to travel with his family again. 

As this wasn’t a real rebellion, he didn’t feel like throwing caution to the wind. He had a map that showed where he was under no circumstances to go to because it was dangerous and he adhered to that. It was one thing to find himself his own adventure and an entirely different problem to be attacked and maybe killed by people that thought he was there to steal their daughters. 

But he did try to find new roads, a few new places he hadn’t traveled yet and just experience what it was to be alone for once. He loved his family but there was scarcely any time to be on your own and you had to make due. You could take a walk or stay at an inn for some privacy but it'd never really been just him. And truthfully he figured out fast that he didn’t enjoy being alone. It was nice to have more privacy, but being completely self reliant wasn’t to his liking. 

In the troupe the jobs were divided between everyone. 

Someone would fish, someone would cook, someone would get wood, someone would clean up, etc. But being alone meant he had to do everything, always. Every time he tried to get stains out of his clothes he missed being one of the cooks or the gatherers instead, which were two things he enjoyed doing a lot. 

Traveling like this and only staying for a few days or weeks some place also involved him in a lot of romantic affairs. Not all ended well and not all were healthy but he did meet some incredible people who showed him new ways to see the world and he would always treasure the memories he had made. 

Eventually he met someone he didn’t want to leave after the first few weeks: Farin U Laub.  A young Merman working at a tavern as a barman and a bard. He had traveled a lot himself with his parents before he settled in Fabledale. 

Farin was magical to Timothy. 

On their first night out he took him to the ocean and asked him if he had ever traveled under the waves. Since he hadn’t Farin gave him the breath of life and pulled him into the water and showed him around. They couldn’t talk, but could still communicate and it was the moment that Timothy fell hard for this magical creature before him. 

Their relationship was passionate, with high highs and low lows. They weren’t exactly good for one another but also not toxic enough for them to turn destructive. When the Spider War started to threaten Fabledale they had recently broken up again, but the fear of the dangers made them turn to another again, and so they entered the modern day Naraya together. 

After the Curse struck them it woke Timothy up. Farin wasn’t a partner that brought out the most stable person in himself. Just a few days after they landed in this Brave New World he ended it. Over the years they would sometimes meet and hook up for a few days but then fall apart again. He was something like his guilty pleasure and Timothy's friends would always sigh in exasperation when Farin made a new appearance in his stories, but overall he had no real contact with him anymore. 

Since traveling was severely limited now the Faun found new ways to satisfy the call from the road. He loved movies and books, everything that would draw him into a new place for a while. He did prefer movies because you could travel to these places with someone else, but sometimes he would like to travel in privacy, with a book. 

Another thing that made him feel at home was his job: being a Curator at the Art museum. 

The artists were almost exclusively local, but their minds weren’t beholden to stay in this place. He could see the worlds inside of people and talk to them. He had even gotten a degree in art history, though it had taken him longer than he cared to admit. 

Now he spends most of his time around his friends, trying to find new ways to satisfy this need to travel and see the world through other means than physically going places.

Connections:

❖ Farin U Laub ❖ On and Off Boyfriend

❖ Robin Thornsworth❖ Robin frequently visits the museum with their class

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Possible Plot Ideas:

❖ There was a recent break in at his museum and one of the artifacts has been stolen. While the police is working on it, he feels like there is a deeper issue going on and tries to figure out what really happened

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