Ygin

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Ygin The Unknown, Madness, Fear, Night	❧ Played by Nishi
Appearance: It is impossible to get a clear picture of Ygin all at once. It has feminine hands, but a clenched, lantern jaw. You might see the line of a cloak, hunched and stooped, but you might also see flowing, black hair. It has a long, lizagon-like tail, and the presence of it is most often the only consistent sign it is openly in the area. The voice is a low, genderless whisper, directly in the person’s right or left ear, inaudible to anyone else. You might sometimes hear feathers, or the rasp of scales, gurgles or scrapes. The smell is dry and papery, or wet and fetid. Whenever Ygin is around, people will feel a tight feeling between their shoulder blades, as if something is watching them. Characteristics: Childlike, insatiably curious, sadistic, inquisitive, ponderous, demanding, fickle, irrational and sometimes outright gibberingly insane. Likes: Courage, terror, chimeras, were creatures, shape shifters who lose control by nature, self-awareness, emotional vulnerability, hallucination-prone people, scrying or dreaming powers, phobias, playing mind games Dislikes: Bravado, rhetoric, scholarly learning, order, science, machinery, unflappable people, people without curiosity, obtuse people, bright lights, restrictions.
Shrine: The shrine presents itself as a dark opening in the wall. It’s large enough to walk into, but you cannot see, hear or sense anything inside. Ritual: Getting its attention can be as simple as putting a hand in the opening, but walking entirely in is guaranteed to get an answer and quite a bit more favor.
❧ Will Take	❧ Will Give
Nightmares Fear Insomnia Confessions of dangerous/shameful secrets Maps of uncleared areas Accounts of previously unknown animals (it doesn't have to be real as long as the character is convinced it is) Spider silk Porcumonkey quills Alcohol Spirit draining powder Furbies (successfully caged) Pieces of your sanity (temporarily or permanently) A single sense (temporarily or permanently) Destruction of lights in the dorm areas	Restoration of a single sense Mirrors Hand lanterns Incense Scented candles Candy (Hallucinogens) Curse removal or status effect removal Obscuring cloaks, cowls or form/gender/identity hiding clothes Soft-soled shoes Mental healing I - Can give two talismans, one will restore sanity: soothe, comfort and calm. The other will sap sanity from someone else in any way the player chooses. The second talisman can be shared between multiple people in order to keep the cost low. Mental healing II - Can devour your insanity. It's delicious. Information on flora and fauna in explored areas Understanding of the world (Hallucinations)
❧ Exchange Rate
Items to Units Worth Offering 1 Unit Fear (a shock or start) Confession of a phobia Accounts of new animals/plants Spidersilk (per handful) 2 Units Fear (challenging a phobia) Confession of a shameful secret Small map of an uncleared area Alcohol 3 Units Fear (Panic attack or fight or flight terror) Insomnia Vivid nightmares Spirit draining powder Destruction of lights in the dorm area 5 Units Fear (Paralyzing or phobia CAUSING terror) A piece of your sanity One of your senses Units to Items Cost Reward 1 Unit A small hand lantern Scented candles/Incense Candy (hallucinogenic) 2 Units Hand or vanity mirrors Gender/form obscuring clothing Soft soled shoes Information on animals/plants in explored areas 3 Units Curse or status effect removal Full length or wall mirrors Understanding of the world~ 5 Units Mental Health (either method) Restoration of one sense
❧ The Were
Stage 1 Stage 2 Stage 3 Expectations and Powers of the Were

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Re: Day 70, Late Afternoon

[oi_theoi]

[THA-THUMP!

It starts again, after what feels like an eternity. Your lungs draw heavy gulps of air again, your blood pulses, and every nerve is on fire with pain and joy, rejoicing in LIFE and all of the mechanics of it.

Something wild is in it this time, something predatory settles into your veins. It roars up through your system, strengthening the muscles, knitting heavy and strong throughout your body. Your bones knit where they've broken and begin to reform, something deep changing in them. Your skin smooths from injury and begins to itch. Your eyes burn, but begin to wildly pick out vague, vague shapes in the utter black. Your hands, in particular, take on a screaming fire of change, before your mind drifts back, disconnects from the sensations all together.

You are not as far as you're used to being pushed. The sense of you is deep and strong, binding with each twist of your body, each rush of predatory power.]