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Ygin
| Ygin The Unknown, Madness, Fear, Night | ❧ Played by Nishi | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| 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. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| 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. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| ❧ 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) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Stage 2 Stage 3 Expectations and Powers of the Were | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Re: 72 evening
yours
[It shudders again in your mouth, your heart convulsing in sympathy. This time, however, what flows over your tongue is gut wrenchingly delicious. The heady, heavy flavors of fresh, raw meat. The thick, rich taste of blood.
You can't really help it, eating further, past the mad, panicked race of your own heart, the indulgence of gorging filling your stomach and veins with an ancient power. You feel something, older, something deeper flood through you, through veins and capillaries, through roots and cells.
It bursts through you, roaring in your ears, drowning out the taste, the shuddering heart. Drowning out the fact it just stilled, an empty feeling in your chest. No, it pushed through, like a sprout shoving its way through the soil, desperately seeking light.
You unfurl. Some part of your mind slides backwards, watching from a distance as your nerves light on fire and play concertos of pain through the electrical impulses. It settles back, somewhere deep, somewhere still. Listens to her stretch her wings as they rip from your back. Watches her flex the great claws that slid out of your hardening fingers. Your skin prickle, itch and harden, your womb clench and twist as it reforms itself.
It's almost too much, pushing back even into that safe pl-
And it's done.
You find yourself back in your own body, as it was. Pressed to your lips is something cool and metal, a chain dangling between your bloody fingers. You are left with a hoarse throat and a dull ache everywhere...
And a feeling that you are not alone.]
welcome
new
anew
mine
[A hand, slick and scaley touches her hair, ghosting gently over the surface of it without much weight.]
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good
good
you are sewn
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...unexpected, a bit.
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expect
know
useless
unlearn
experience
grow
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And so I am now unknown too, hmm?
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were you
known?
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Well, only a little, I think... mm. To someone, I probably was.
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[It shifts, swaying... the ground beneath you rocks gently, ponderously.]
unlearn
learn again
unknown
be
others with
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o_o aaaand suddenly feeling like going home to nap! pressing self up to knees and then feet carefully ]
I shall do my utmost.
Ah, others, though?
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will
be able
[In response, the floor slants downwards, opening a faint sliver of light that lifts gradually, until its more than enough to accommodate you're exit..]
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Mm.
Thank you, Mother.
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Again, you feel that stroke along your hair, just once, the hand hard and encrusted with stone, before it vanishes.]
well
come
[And your eyes are suddenly straining to adjust to the light again as you walk right into Chrysos.]
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--ah--
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my face is covered in blood.
aaaand stumbling ]
- oof!
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--Aerta?!
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Chrys . . . os?
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...yes.
Are you hurt?
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I am not. [ gosh really it's all centered around her mouth... ]
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fffforehead against hers, for a moment ]
Good.
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[ pulls back slowly, taking one of her hands in his good one. A fleeting glance at the opening in the wall, and away. ]
Shall we go?
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Let's.
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...holding her hand more tightly than usual, as they walk/limp away ]