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Ygin

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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[Welp. It's pretty damn dark in here and she's reaching out to try and navigate, turning to try and look at Elliot.]

You alright?

[the answer sounds like it's through gritted teeth, and really it is]

Fine.

[Reaches back to try and snag his clothing, she's not sure where the hell he actually is.]

You didn't have to come, you know.

[Instead something soft, pliant and sticky wraps around your fingers.]

[Oh, well... that's wonderful! Grimaces and tries to shake whatever it is off. Why did she leave her gauntlets behind?]

It's my fault for not noticing earlier. [he's not noticed she reached for him, obviously, it's pretty damn dark]

[It clings, stubbornly as it oozes between her fingers, explores the webbing between them. Something even inches, wiggling into that tiny space between her nails and finger...

Before sliding up her wrist, into her sleeve.]

What the hell-!?

[Grabbing with her other hand, attempting to tear the thing she's feeling off. She doesn't appreciate foreign things invading her armor, thank you very much!]

Jane?! [he's reaching for her voice, or where he thinks her voice is coming from] Jane!

[Jane's fingers sink deep into something heavy and gooey, trailing heavy ropes of ooze off into the unseen. Immediately, it slurps upwards, sliding over her knuckles, one at a time.

In the mean time, Elliot's fingers touch the worn surface of armor for a split second, then like she was a ghost, becomes intangible, his fingers raking through empty air.]

[That was a bad move! She tries pulling back from the ooze crawling over her knuckle, taking a small step back as she shakes her hand.]

Elliot, where are you!?

[Oh hell!] Right here. Jane, are you okay?

[he felt her, he swear he did and now she's not there]

Ygin, please. [He's gone through this once, but Leo was right there taking most of the attention] We have a question.

[The air stills. The thick goo binding Jane's hands turns warm and drips down in heavy, thick splashes until she's free.]

speak

speak

Where the hell is Leo?

[Her voice barely falters as she shudders and rubs her hands together. That was unpleasant and she's just come to the conclusion: she doesn't like it here!]

Wh- [pauses- well that works too] What Jane said.

He's been missing for a few days.

lost

wander

green [It's quieter than usual, barely a breath on the very edge of intelligible.]

Lost? Green? He's outside?

[She's trying her hardest not to snap into the dark at the voice, her patience quickly sapping. Her growing anxiety only serves to make her more irritable.]

[He's still reaching for Shepard, trying to find her shoulder, her wrist, anything to grip-]

Is he okay?

[It inhales, a wet, gurgling noise rattling whatever massive lungs it holds.

It exhales, blowing fetid, hot air over the two of you.

Elliot's fingers brush the very ends of what feels like short hair.]

no

losing

lost

[Another shudder, folding her arms across her chest and gripping herself with her hands. The thought of turning and trying to peg it for the exit is tempting, but she doesn't know where the hell Elliot is. Or where the exit's gone.]

Great. That's just... great.

great

celebrate?

why

[Something- make that multiple somethings- worm in at the soles of her boot, invading the fine seam just above the hardened plastic and surging across her skin.

The wriggle blindly, a sharp prick here and there where one bites... and they squirm under her feet, piling into a thick mass under the arch of her foot and then forcing under the flat... to flatten, taunt.

You find yourself unable to lift your feet as whatever is in your shoe ties it down.]

[She grits her teeth at the pinching and biting, though it's in reflex when she starts to move to pull back from it, only to be held in place by whatever's wiggling around in her boots.

A pause as her body stiffens before she's trying again, jerking back harder but not budging.]

For the love of-

[Reaching down now to feel around her boot, trying to find something to grab on to that she can, hopefully, pull out. She wants to leave now, thank you!]

It was sarcasm!

Jane, calm down- [though he's not that calm either, thankfully though the focus isn't on him so all his panic that would usually be coming out is focused on trying to help Jane-

The touch of hair makes him try harder, slugging through whatever is at his feet to get to Jane, some how]

We're worried, we want him back!

[The hair begins to twine around your hand, prickling, that strange, itching sensation as each fiber burrows just a little under the skin. Following along the veins, i-]

[Jane's fingers brush what feel like pulsing, segmented spaghetti. They twitch and attempt to retreat from her ha-]

do you?

...

mine

would like to

too

...

give

one

volunteer

you

will

Volunteer?

[There's a very brief pause, she doesn't have a clue what it wants them to volunteer for, but rather her than Elliot.]

I will.

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