Pisa
A marine biologist who travels from cave to cave recording the environmental conditions of Mycena’s ponds, lakes, and rivers. Due to the magical nature of Mycena this is no easy task; the climate, salinity, and ph balance of each aquatic habitat varies wildly. Some are even haunted, which Pisa learned the hard way. Those who meet her on her travels usually misinterpret her job title as ‘fish doctor,’ but she’s more like a ‘fish homeowner’s association.’ She frequently finds herself scolding the locals about their littering and dumping habits. Some Myceneans groan when she comes around, but the fish? They adore her.
Dragon lives by a secluded pond, surrounded by spell books, potions, and magical artifacts. He’s always studying spells and mixing potions, in an attempt to transform himself into a real dragon. With so many spells and potions in his possession, He’s always willing to trade some of them to anybody who stops by his pond.
Some might think the reason he wants to turn into a dragon is because he has a desire for power, but no, Dragon just wants to be strong enough help out his friends.
Name: Astral
Astral appears to be an interdimensional being, living both in the real world and inside the dreamscape. Most Mycenians tend to meet her through their dreams, though the dreamscape is always the same: somewhere in outer space. Astral tends to be shy to the waking world and rarely appears in public areas, though when she does, she claims it’s a form of “astral projection” and her real body is still somewhere floating in space. She doesn’t allow touch, so it’s hard to know if this is true or just a way for her to cope with social anxiety.
Meet Naomi!
She is a bright, bubbly ineki who lives in a quaint seaside town with her lovely wife. Naomi has set up a small tailor’s shop where she creates wonderful dresses, skirts, blouses, and jackets. However, she seems to have an odd aversion towards creating shorts or pants. “It just doesn’t make sense!” she often says, “you have to let your legs breathe!” Unbeknownst to the locals in her small town, Naomi’s hatred of pants has a rather rational reason. She’s a mermaid! Well, a lake mermaid at least. The salt water in this small town doesn’t seem to turn her as quickly as the fresh water from her mountain town had. Living by the sea gave Naomi an opportunity to focus on her passion of fashion, as well as brought her and her wife closer together. Quite literally, too! You see, Naomi had fallen for a selkie!
((probably more to come, I kinda love these girls now…thinking about a sprout too lol - Upright pose, please))
Name: Sam “Unlucky” William Pronouns: They/He Backstory: Sam just wants to study. University is expensive after all, especially if it’s for magical beings. Unfortunately for them, they tend to attract the most destructive creatures imaginable. First, they accidentally found a book that loved to nibble on the noses curious enough to get close enough to read it’s pages, and then it was the fire breathing paper dragon. He always wondered how it didn’t set itself alight with every attempt to light the candles at Sam’s desk, but the moment he mentioned that curiosity out loud, his professors volunteered him to study the whole species! Deemed “unlucky” by his classmates since the new paper wyrm has torched both his room and 3 assignments over time, Sam has had to write 4 papers, give 3 seminars, had 2 months of nearly no sleep, and now has 1 very spicy paper wyrm to deal with the whole time.
It’s a good thing they are so chill (if quite anxious) about the whole thing.
Outside of his newfound duties to a species he didn’t know existed until a few months prior, Sam is generally a very stern individual. Shockingly, they don’t drink tea or coffee when studying, claiming that the sipping motions distract them while they are reading. If you ever need someone to help you with whatever magical runes you have to decipher, Sam will be there in all their glory, with knowledge previously only thought to be housed in a professor. They practically live in the library, also called “Sam’s Domain”. If they aren’t there right away, just wait. They will return within minutes.
Preference: Active
Bookwyrm
Vintage Bookcase
Cedar Root Staff
Book Bag
Stack of Books
Spellmaster’s Spectacles
Little is known about this koi. They appeared seemingly out of nowhere, drawing all the gazes with their exceedingly cutesy style and unusual companions that they appear to converse with in a hushed tone when they believe no one is looking. They frequent the trendiest of places and order the most over the top desserts imaginable with a curious mix of apprehension and delight. Unlike the koi’s flashy appearance, their personality is rather meek. They’re difficult to approach, but the sight of their earnest efforts to communicate with non-amphibians and the visible pride whenever they succeed have made many a bystander silently root for them.
Quirks: Powerful spellcaster, mostly uses it for mundane purposes. Fears: Losing their forest.
Žu spends a lot of her time just wandering the forest she cares for, checking on the health of the trees and wildlife that lives there and watching over any wanderers who happen through. Though shy, she’s happy to meet new friends and will be generally amicable when approached, though she may flee from larger adventuring parties. Though, she’ll readily speak up when it comes to protecting her forest, particularly from technological encroachment.
天蕊 Tianrui
Most of us have heard the legend of the carp that swam upstream, jumped over the waterfall, and transformed into a dragon. Tianrui is precisely that — a koi who defied the river’s relentless current and leapt past the falls. At first, it was difficult to adjust to her new form, but with time, she grew into her power.
Even though she was strong, she felt lonely. As a carp, she had many friends, but now, as a dragon, she was alone. Naturally, she began to seek companionship. There were no other dragons near her, not even other mystical beasts. But luckily, she stumbled upon a village.
She watched the villagers from afar as they went about their daily lives. She knew her appearance might frighten them. Then, one day, she saw a group of bandits trying to rob a traveling merchant. She decided to intervene, scaring them off. After that, she began helping the villagers in different ways, such as driving off evil beasts or summoning rain to help the crops grow.
Over time, humans began to worship her, offering prayers and erecting a shrine in her honor. Now, Tianrui watches over the villages nestled in the valley below. A silent guardian shrouded in mist, shielding them from harm.
Posy is a farmer who loves blue animals like bluebirds and butterflies. She harvests rice and wheat. She enjoys tending to her farm all day and dislikes being disturbed or interrupted. While she likes to talk in a sarcastic and irreverent manner to some of her animal friends, she is friendly and polite to all visitors. She lives in a cottage stuffed with trinkets and knick-knacks that were left there by the previous owner. She always gets up in the morning to see the sun rise before doing any work. Preference: Upright, please! Items: Autumn Leaves, Autumn Overhead Canopy, Autumn Wildgrow, Bluebirds, Sun Hat, Sunflowers Tattoo, Sunshower Background, Vibrant Morningdew Butterfly, Warm Autumn Scarf
Officially a book critic, Ellen spends her days surrounded by stacks upon stacks of novels, cozied up in a little reading nook that she has carved out in one corner of her tiny home. She’s one of the lucky few: a girl who has managed to make a career from what she loves most, and who’s left largely to her own devices; no pesky overseers telling her what to read, or when, or what to say about it. Truthfully her career is more of a convenient cover than an actual job—although she’s certainly known in the wordsmithing circles—for she has no real need of the money and mainly just something to keep her family off her back. They accept ‘I read because I’m paid to’ far better than ‘because I want to’, so if she has to remember to stop and write a review sometimes, to keep her peace intact, then so be it.
Sorrel and her twin sister Yoku live in a city called Darksky, and are the adoptive children of Dust and Cass. They also have an older sister named Io! The twins are two elemental water sprites, a rare type of being in the city due to the lack of surviving nature in the area. Sorrel enjoys painting, spends most of her time trying to find beautiful scenes she wants to put to canvas.
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Sorrel was finding the light difficult to paint. Shapes were making sense, and color? Sure, she could mix the right shades fairly easily– but things in real life weren’t all just one color, were they? Capturing the changing of an object as its edges drift into shadow– she just couldn’t get it right. She drew back from the canvas, brush still lightly balanced on her finger tips, and let out a deep sigh from her chest. The bowl just didn’t look right, and she couldn’t seem to give it the depth it needed to pop out from the canvas. Yoku looked over at her from the couch.
“Is my beautiful, talented sister having art trouble again?” Yoku soothed, setting her book down into her lap. Though the words sounded ironic, Yoku meant them honestly– the twins had just picked up their older sister’s speech patterns, even if they lacked her sarcasm. It invariably got them into trouble with those who didn’t know the girls were practically incapable of dishonesty.
“I feel like I can’t capture the shadows right,” Sorrel said, tilting her head to look at her painting from a new perspective. It didn’t help. “I really wanted to paint the pond, but if I can’t even get a still object right…”
“How are you going to paint water,” Yoku finished the thought, frowning in her gentle, kind way. That made Sorrel look more closely at her sister, who was leaning over the back of the couch now. Yoku always had that way of making all her expressions look soft, like she was gently calming you just by focusing her attention in your direction. Maybe it was just in her nature, that kindness, but Sorrel once again had to appreciate how wonderful her twin was. She finally set down the brush.
“Maybe I’ll take a walk. Your boyfriend is coming by soon, isn’t he?” Sorrel hummed as she stood up.
“Kite is not my boyfriend,” Yoku started defensively, though the door opened behind her.
“Not yet he isn’t!” Behind them, Io sauntered out of the door, carrying a jacket slung over her arm. “He has yet to pass my trials, and until he does he doesn’t have my approval,”
“Well, I don’t know Io, he did eat that whole jar of peanut butter in one go,” Sorrel smirked, amused at their elder sister’s antics. She didn’t mean it seriously when she proposed the challenge to the young man, but he went ahead and gave it a shot anyway.
“Fine, so he passed trial one. He’s got eight more to go!”
“You’re so strict, Io,” Yoku was pouting now, the teasing making her sink into the couch. “That’s so many, and he already got a stomach ache from the first one!”
“And he’ll have much more than a stomach ache once I’m through with him.” Io scoffed, before thrusting the jacket out toward Sorrel. It was one of her black leather ones, ripped and worn, but still decorated in brightly colored buttons. “C’mon Sor, let’s walk together. I wanted to go get some soda anyway,”
Sorrel took the jacket with one hand, using the other to wave to Yoku as they passed her on their way to the door. Despite all the teasing, Yoku was once again smiling, and returned the wave lazily as they stepped outside.
A block or two passed in comfortable silence. Despite Io’s boisterous nature, she often fell into lulls like this. It was like she tuned out the restlessness for a second, and just existed. Sorrel liked watching her.
“You were having trouble painting?” Io finally broke the silence, glancing to her.
“What? Oh, yes,” Sorrel said. “It’s no big deal, I just need to… figure out what I’m missing,”
Io was silent for a moment, her eyes drifting ahead of them to the ever present steel buildings that towered over them. The city had always been vast as long as they’d been alive, its skyscrapers fingers of metal and glass stretching upward as if an attempt to touch heaven.
“Y’know, I hear there are some people here who have angel in ‘em, along with the demon,” Io kept her hands in her pockets as she walked, as if it was cold. The air was warm.
“I’ve heard that too,” Sorrel mused, following her sister’s distant gaze. She wasn’t entirely sure of the specifics, though. Almost everyone in Darksky was at least some part demon, but the angels? They weren’t quite so common, and far more nasty too if legend was correct. Sorrel also knew one more thing: as rare as angels were, she and her twin were something even more rare. Elementals like her and Yoku just didn’t exist in this city; There was too much steel and blood and dust for that.
“I always wonder if we’re all made up of those different colors, you know?” Io finally pulled out a hand, turning it palm up toward the sky as if expecting rain. “Like, if there are people who have angel blood in ‘em, then that means angels have families too, right? At least some, anyway. But the stories only ever show them as bad, right? So like, are they bad? Or are they… normal?”
“I suppose it depends on their actions,” Sorrel eyed her sister, not quite sure of the point yet. “If they do good things, then they’re good, right?”
“Well, what if they do both?” Io finally looked at Sorrel, facing straight toward her rather than return the side eye she was receiving. “Like we do, you know. We do bad stuff to each other all the time. Not always on purpose– but sometimes on purpose, too,” Io stopped where the buildings broke to make a narrow alley, the path stretching on into heavily shaded doorways. Resting a hand on the brick, Io stared down the alley for a moment.
“Io?” Sorrel spoke her name quietly, as if it held power; As if it was a magic spell to wake her from a trance.
“I just wonder how many things we see in black and white, you know?” Io looked back at her. “Like this alleyway. You’d call it dark, right? But do you see where the light peeks through? Where it shines between the roofs and against the glass of the windows?”
Sorrel did. She studied it, trying to see with her sister’s eyes. Rays of sunlight illuminated rocks in the cobblestone, showing off the myriad colors buried in the gray of them. Suddenly, desperately, she wanted a brush, so that she could capture the colors on canvas. Her fingers itched so much she stuffed them in her pockets, instead looking to her sister. Io was staring directly into her eyes.
“Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate everyone who’s ever taught me something in this city. But sometimes I feel like our lives are so steeped in this sense of what’s right and wrong– what’s black and white. Like your paintings… what you’re missing are those colors in between,” Io leaned against the wall, her shoulder braced so she could let her head loll back against the brick. “You’re focusing too hard on how the light and shadow are different, that you’re missing the places where they’re similar. There’s a little bit of shadow in light, a little bit of light in shadow. If you can see what I mean,”
Kesé is the guardian of the Blue Moon Thicket, a so-called “haunted wood” - when she took up residence there, it had eaten more than a few foolish woodsmen. Like most such haunted woods, it’s best to stay far away if you have the choice, but with Kesé‘s guardianship, spending a night in the thicket is no longer a death sentence (as long as your need is true, at least). The eerie blue light, oppressive fog, and omnipresent sense of being watched still keep most casual visitors from making the trip to the shrine where Kesé lives, but it’s a less frightening place than one might otherwise imagine. Her bright laugh and sincere smile seem to counteract the ominous energy of the wood. And for a lost traveler, perhaps the soft clink of chimes and the soft strumming of a lute will guide them to safety.
Solfrid is a Sun Setter. She lives among the clouds, watching the sky for signs of dusk falling. As soon as the sky shows hints of rose around the edges, she’s up and at ‘em, directing the sun below the horizon to make way for the moon.
She always carries her lantern. It marks her position as Sun Setter. Her ribbon denotes her place in the Solar Palace as opposed to the Lunar. Unlike the brilliant blaze of her sunsets, Solfrid is quiet and unassuming, more of an observer. She does her duty with quiet dignity.
In the middle of a flooded back alley, a vortex materialized, and from it, an ineki emerged. As she walked out of the portal, an enemy scout greeted her, its bones clattering as it swirled around, trying to signal its allies to put a stop to this renegade. Unfortunately, before it realized, a gunblade struck the bonefish, scattering the bones into debris floating in the water.
To free Mycenians from the vines that ensnared Mycenian fashion was her mission, no matter how much blood she had to spill. She weaved through the narrow back alley, fully understanding the risks that she bore; nonetheless, she was determined.
Name: Angelica Florian Alias: Lady Raka
She might not nick your wallet while she walks by you in the street, but make no mistake - the moment she sits down across the card table from you, every cent in it already belongs to her. The Lady Raka’s a card sharp, no mistake. Aces up her sleeves, tucked under the table, hidden behind your ear! You won’t ever catch her, though, and even if you did, well, she’s great friends with the bartender and the other regulars who know better than to test her with a game.
On Lady Raka’s nights off? Well, Angelica’s hardly the picture of a model citizen. She wiles away the days like a silly, rich fool and carouses through each night like it’s the last. Everyone knows she goes to all the best parties, never mind that she never hosts any herself. No one’s quite sure where she lives, but there’s always another mansion on the next hill. Probably somewhere over there.
Once upon a time, that might have been true. The Florians did own one of those overblown houses on those perfectly groomed hills. One of Angelica’s first moves as the last surviving member of her line was to sell her house and move into a more modest home with much lower property taxes. The next thing she did was supplement her income with her, ah, winnings, and now all the world’s her oyster.
Deep in the middle of the desert sands lies a castle. Candles and lanterns blazing forth a bright glow into the night, casting long shadows across the rolling sands. It’s large imposing structure, grandeur to be hold. Yet, despite this jewel among the sands, deep within it’s walls lies a sadness to behold.
The daughter of the castle, Princess Sarah, sits in her room. Longing to be free to do as she pleases. to see what she wants to see. But, having no world experience, she is trapped by miles of sand and dunes. One might think if only she were to hurry across she could make it. But the looming sun in the day time prevents such a trip.
So, there on her pillows, among her toys, jewels and even companion animals she resides. Creating works of art in which life must be like. Perhaps tomorrow she will lay by the pool, enjoying its beauty and dreaming of a far off oasis. Upright Pose
She uses her fan as a shield, a veil to hide her smirks, secrets, and the sharp glint in her eye when she overhears something juicy. Mizura adores gossip like treasure, collecting secrets and trading them. She’s a master of subtle persuasion, speaking in half-truths and smiles that mean more than they reveal. She sneaks about attending late night auctions, hoping to catch glimpes of things she isn’t supposed to see.
Halimede stirs up sea foam to adorn the waves, Eione spins her pale golden silk into particles of sand, Cymodoce pushes and pulls at the ocean, giving life to the tides. A thousand children born of the Sea Mother, governing each aspect of the vast waters, taking up the mantle left behind when she gave up her physical form to give life to the world. As the only son of the Sea Mother, Kymopoleia plays a particular role amongst his many sisters. He rules over violent sea storms, drumming up crashing waves and whistling winds that slice and sting, bringing disaster to mortals caught in his tidal surges. While not cruel or unjust, he is by far the most ruthless of his kin and takes great pride in his chaotic symphonies. Listen closely if you are ever caught out at sea during one of his mighty spectacles, you might just hear him singing to his sleeping Progenitor amidst the din of thunder.
Aruthenea is a curious explorer who has a strange “talent” of befriending small ceatures that she meets along the way on her travels through the caves. For a living she explores remote caves and collects anything that she can sell or trade in for her daily necessities and for save shelter.
Since Aruthenea carries valuables and to also protect her little companions she got skilled in combat and she learned how to quickly disapperar without a trace. She is smart, gentle and kind-hearted.
Deep in the desert, there are rumors of an oasis that appears where the moonlight sets the dunes aglow. Sometimes, a lost traveler will stumble their way back to their settlement long after all had given up on them, and haltingly, as though they barely believe it themselves, they’ll speak of how a cool wind had blown their way, how it had carried along butterflies lit with a supernatural glow that led them to a still, clear lake. They say you can see half-buried gold glimmering in the sand underneath the silver depths and glittering ice hangs in the air like crystals strung on an invisible line. The water is cold enough to make your throat seize, so you must drink slowly, and as life returns to you, they say sleep inevitably comes over you. Once you wake, there will be nothing around you but the shifting sand and the sky…
Prize selection: Upright
Astraea’s Tears
Bejeweled
Cat’s Cradle
Cozy Corner
Cream Ruff
Desert Sands Background
Golden Dragon Scales
Morning Butterflies
Ocean Wave Wig
Solar Ribbon
Spring Warmth
Sticker Stars
Sundisk Choker
A rather reserved ineki, Rosalie runs a small underwater cafe - however, she doesn’t serve Myceneans, she serves fish! And no, she doesn’t serve fish to eat, but rather food for all of her fishy friends. From minnows to turtles to even sharks, Rosalie serves up the finest food, always making sure to include a healthy balance of ingredients for each unique species that swims by! She doesn’t particularly enjoy talking to fellow Myceneans, and prefers to do all of her socialization with sea creatures, even if they can’t respond. But of course, show enough interest in learning about the species she serves every day, and she might just start up a conversation with you!
If asked, Koiski would respond that he is an alchemist. However, his potions aren’t usually for any fancy magical effects - Koiski has a knack for poisons, gasses, and especially explosives. He doesn’t have a traditional shop, instead working by taking commissions. Despite his general dislike of making fantastical potions, he’s perfectly capable and willing to brew whatever a client asks of him.
He prefers to live on his own in a slightly isolated cavern, far enough so his neighbours can’t hear his experiments and close enough that he can restock his ingredients - and also so his clients can reach him. There was a time when he lived in town, shortly after his carving from stone, but a few months of noise complaints and fearful neighbours, he moved over to the outskirts. Overall, he is a mischievous fellow, using his own crafts to startle friends (and sometimes those who come to visit him), but he’s not one to attempt truly terrifying people. Koiski has a rapport with the local exploration guild, often donating extra explosives and smokebombs to the guild and his friends within, though sometimes what he claims to be extra stock was actually made specially for the guild.
Arm Bandage, Conjured Fog, Footy Warmers, Hip Burgundy Red Scarf, Leg Bandage, Lickity Spit, Mahogany Pleather Jacket, Potion Maker’s Belt, Run a Rig Wig, Snake Pupils, Toxic Side Eyes
An ocean maiden who lives far away from civilization on a lone tropical jungle island. Her only companion is a strange flying serpent like creature whom she once saved from the clutches of the waves.
Sailors and travelers who come across this island see this maiden dancing along the beaches, as if praying for calm and safe waters. In her paws is a colorful staff likely woven from the various flora she’s found around her abode. She deftly uses her paws and staff to trace out unknown shapes and patterns in the sand as she dances. No one knows the meaning behind her script.
Attempts to make direct contact with the maiden have been fruitless. When she spies or senses a vessel approaching her home, she immediately vanishes into the deep jungle. Explorers have ventured to find her or her true home, but come out empty handed and full of bug bites. One time, a vessel tried to flush the maiden out by setting part of the forest on fire. The island, ship, and crew were suddenly swept in a wild ocean storm that nearly ripped the ship’s mast apart and quickly put out the blaze on the island. Since the tale spread, most ocean goers give wide berth to the maiden’s island home, being content to see her dance from afar and pray to her for safe sailing.
Sea farers affectionately call her Duria, named after a fruit they once saw her feasting upon.
a fish that was once a witch’s familiar.,... which would explain why it’s also a cat and also evil. the witch’s magic did a number on the poor fish, but it doesnt think about it like that. moreso grateful for the advanced logic and the opportunity to learn magic spells, so that it could break out and become its OWN witch with its OWN familiars - several tiny black kittens. it is not a very effective or powerful wish - but it can certainly hold a grudge to the grave, and that on its own is a certain kind of magic.
Vaelin is what some might call an alchemist or a potion-master. But this humble ineki would never describe themself that way. As far as Vaelin is concerned, they are just a fellow with a love of all kinds of teas, and a penchant for knowing how to mix them. Using their wide knowledge of all sorts of local plants and fungi, they brew an extraordinary variety of drinks with many different effects: easing pain, brightening moods, clearing one’s mind, and giving one energy, just to name a few. But those with their ear to the wind also know of a few other brews Vaelin makes that are less frequently talked about. Wise folks know that it is not a good idea to cross Vaelin, at least not if you plan on drinking anything they give you for the foreseeable future. While Vaelin is usually a calm, even-keeled soul, they do not take serious insults lightly, and will hold a grudge for years. All the more reason to be kind to them!
“Did you know? If the carp swims against the river’s current, it will reach a waterfall. If the fish can leap over it, it will become a dragon!” Sheng never gave up. Even when his friends did, even when his brother did. He wasn’t particularly strong, not quite fit for such a journey. But he kept looking up, towards the goal far off in the distance. He kept trying, even when faced with ridicule.
He trained and tried and in the end, he finally did it. He was so happy. Nobody would make fun of him anymore.
But soon, another feeling came. Beneath the satisfaction there was an emptiness of sorts. Dragonhood was his dream for a long time. The one thing that kept propelling him forward, his sole motivation. Now, having finally reached it, what was he supposed to do?
Somewhere in an uncharted murky swamp, amidst frog song and insect buzzes, an alluring golden voice calls out. ???? “Oh, catfish, you’re so majestic, whiskers like a crown; when you see a piece of chum, you regally suck it down” ????
His songs aren’t very good, but draw in unwary explorers all the same.
Nicola first moved out of his seaside siren village when he grew restless and tired of shipwrecks and salty food. All he took with him was jewelry passed down from his family. He followed rivers upstream, growing smaller until he reached the swamp. When he saw a dancing will-o-wisp his second night exploring, he knew he had found his new home. Now, Nicola spends his days and some nights studying the incredible creatures and plants around him. His passion for this ecosystem compels him to sing his cheesy songs, but any song a siren sings is, literally, siren song. He doesn’t mean for anyone to get lost or crash their boats, but he can’t help the effect his voice has. Nicola is always happy to see visitors, though, and delights in sharing what he’s learned as he guides them back to safety. Preference: active pose
A little down on her luck, biting off just a little too much to chew, Astra spends much of her time exploring ancient ruins—or, at least, trying too. She’s an average looking girl and an average seeming mage, but with big dreams and a bigger curiosity for the ancient civilizations that have melted away over the years. Nothing about her looks special. Nothing big or overblown, between her looks and her talent she runs right in the middle of the pack, and that’s exactly the way she likes it. Unforgettable. Because the more she fades in the background, the quieter she stays, the less people pry, and the less people pry the better.
Currently she’s trying to join a mid-level guild that will allow her to pursue her dreams of studying the past. Astra’s been convinced ever since she was young, has proof even though she’d never show a soul, that more than one civilization has been lost. Oh the people marvel at what the ancients were able to do, from flight to feats of magic that have never been seen since. It’s the one great mystery of the ages—what brought down the Amphiel people. How did a civilization so advanced just one day vanish, with only ruins to take its place? That’s not the real mystery though, Astra knows. The real mystery is why there have been multiple civilizations that have come and gone, with each leaving less and less evidence of their existence, a cycle that seems to defy all logic and reason.
She’s bound and determined to find the answer. Astra has to find the answer because if she’s right then her world is on the cusp of another cataclysmic event, and while she can’t quite says she likes people, well. She’s a part of them. At least for now.
Name: Theodorus Drewston Phieshstyc kyn Revonsharpe IV
Theo had always been talented in magic. From his earliest years, he was hailed as a prodigy by the elders of his family. Born into one of the oldest and most traditional Wizard Houses of the era, their origins predating the Empire itself, he was seen as a revitalization of that ancient bloodline. There had been many notable spellcasters in his ancestry, but somehow Theo outshone them all. It wasn’t that he was especially dedicated to his studies or even especially diligent. Quite simply, it was entirely innate. Although, given his heritage, his relatives were careful to keep his exact lineage a closely guarded secret. For Theo was the child of a fae. And no amount of training or practice could allow a normal wizard to come close to the affinity of fae-born wizards. In an age when new families were rising to power, Theo was his family’s key to securing their dominion. Of course, no one thought to ask Theo whether he wanted any part of this.
