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Coren (Event Only)
| Coren Plasma, Birds, Illusions, Oaths, Lightning | ❧ Played by Stormy | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Appearance: A very pale, slender caucasian male who stands just taller than whoever calls him. His hair is a warm cinnamon, gently tousled, and inky smooth to the touch, and it falls in long layers, framing his face, stopping in a crop near his chin with several very long pieces coming from the back of his neck and falling to his rear. The longer ponytail of hair turns into feathers at the end, and when angered, his hair hackles and seems to break into feathers rather than strands. There’s a discreet illumination to his eyelashes and to the thinner portions of his skin in darkness and dim light that looks almost shingled the way pieces lay together. He’s usually in a uniform, the jacket a floor hugging double-breasted military style, lapels lined with feathers that graze along his chin. One hand is often covered with a large black leather glove, a single white owl perched on top of it. Characteristics: Distant, cautious, concerned, moody, reclusive, aloof, vengeful, distrustful. Likes: Characters who are able to break free from their emotional or physical chains and express or do exactly what they mean, grudges, feathered jewelry, bravery, protectiveness, attention, frequent visitors, those who sing, astrophysics, wings, those who have scars or something interesting with their eyes. Those who keep their promises. Dislikes: Wastefulness, betrayal, storms (especially lightning), injuries pertaining to eyes, nature gods (but not nature in general), insanity, things out of place. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Shrine: This god will make an appearance if you know his name and need his presence, or sometimes if you interact with the birds loitering around the area. For now, there is no shrine here. Ritual: You must call his name or interact with the birds to gain his attention. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| ❧ Will Take | ❧ Will Give | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Eyes Claws Horns Beaks Freefalling (pushed or jumping) Imprisonment as a punishment Acts of release (sexual, emotional, physically releasing a creature) Determination or Perseverance Resignation or Apathy Blood Saliva Vision Energy in all forms Self-sacrifice |
Military Uniforms Falconry Gloves Feather Boas Holsters/Quivers Pain Transfer Fowl Unfertilized Eggs Down Comforters Bird Cages Walls Skylights Televisions Feather Dusters Blindfolds Longbows & Arrows Umbrellas Leather Armor Knowledge of Birds Flight Phosphorescence | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Comment with "Day x, Time" as the subject header.
Re: Day 88, morning
Here.
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You...are Coren?
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I am. And you are?
Re: Day 88, morning
Um, Wander.
[A moment goes by before very hesitantly (and awkwardly), he places his palms together and bows very lightly.]
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You really don't need to do that.
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I was just -- I mean, it is only proper. When meeting someone, I mean.
[Though this is the first god he has greeted normally. He's not sure why.]
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What kind of world do you come from?
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[Thrown a little by the question.]
I...did not know much about anything beyond my village.
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...It was the kind of village that was very small and isolated, but we were all very close.
[That is just the general story he gives, of course.]
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These few birds were in a village similar. They might enjoy your company for a bit if you'd like to play with them.
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[He reaches out to one of them, exactly like he had done before, and lightly pets one.]
[He speaks a bit absently, recalling a memory.] I used to sit in the trees with birds like these...
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They're no different, but they do miss the trees.
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So do I.
[There's a look on Wander's face, as if realizing that he said something he shouldn't have.]
Um, these birds come from someplace beside Thusia?
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[ If you're perceptive, there's an additional bird among the mix, a slightly larger owlish creature with long feathers like a cool toned pheonix, and gently glowing eyes. The voice doesn't seem to be coming from it. ]
Was there something you needed, Wander?
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Oh...um. [Wait, there had been a reason he came here, besides checking out the new god, wasn't there?] Oh, you give arrows, correct?
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I do. Bows, quivers, and arrows are all things I can provide.
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((ooc: totes fine!))