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Abdown

Governor of Lunalake Island

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a character in “Memoria Irae”, as played by MartinVole

Description

Name: Abdown
Age Group: First Age
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 7'2 185lbs
Morpholgy: Humanoid/Avian
Appearance:

A very tall man, dressed in a fine black suit, and white gloves, shiny black shoes. He almost looks like a butler in his attire and posture, so very regal in his stance, and adorned on his suit a corsage of blue flowers. When you reach his face, however, this is where things change, striking features akin to a bird with a curved beaklike nose and three piercing large yellow-and-red eyes. His feathers, shades of red, and patches of white, offset with shiny silvery hair that is slicked back. The way his head looks, it almost appears as a mask, rather than a real face, until that beak moves, however, as he speaks! Creepy!

Profession/Hobby: Governor, Clock Keeper
Magic/Abilities: Unknown
Gear:
A black crow cane.
Brief Bio:

What is known about him is that he was elected governor because people didn't even know what that was until it was explained after the polling session was over. Maybe he just made it up? Nobody knows for sure! Regardless, he's been a decent governor so far so nobody really thinks to hard on it. He's pretty old, and he lives in a clock tower in the middle of a lake, again, best not to think to hard on it, he hates those kind of of questions!

Much of what is known by others is that he likes tea, he hates fish, he's kinda old, and very wise in his age. Yet he spends most of his time to himself. This may explain his poor social skills, and tendency to be reluctant to take on guests. This also makes him something of an enigma, but a dependable enigma none-the-less, and much can be gleaned from his wisdom should one understand him.
Extra: Walking the Red Carpet

So begins...

Abdown's Story

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At the dawn of a new day, light shines on the landmasses below from the glow of the Great Memorian Tree, whose branches reach throughout the realm. Gradually the wildlife began to stir, and the warble of birds filled the air... or rather, this would normally be the case, but it seemed a bit less noisy than normal. It was the same in Lunalake City, the outbreaks in the lower islands, along with the threat of the Harlequins had people slightly hesitant, and actively trying to avoid its mention. After a while, it'd go back to commune and business as normal.

In the city hall building, however, shut in and away from the wandering eyes and ears of the average citizen, a different life was going on, as representatives tried to reconcile what to do about the ongoing threats that menaced their peaceful lives. It was fairly heated, with many disagreements abound.

"What if we pay them? Maybe they'll leave us alone! Everyone likes money these days, right?" one yelled out, clearly uncertain of his own words.

"Of course it is money with you, it is always money! We should fight back!" a woman screeches.

"Oh and I suppose you'll fight the Silence too!" another woman yells.

"D-don't mention that thing..!" a man whimpers. "You'll draw it to us!"

"You are all so... noisy..." a dry voice mutters, yawning. The room goes quiet and all eyes look back. For much of the meeting, Abdown had remained silent, to the point that most forgotten he was there. "I skipped my morning tea to attend this, you know? And hours in, there's been no progress."

"If you would actually participate for once, maybe, just maybe we'd actually get somewhere for once!" one snapped after a brief silence, only for the others to try hushing him. "But excuse us if we've interrupted your beauty sleep!"

"Ah," Abdown muttered, standing up from his seat, standing tall over the council members, stepping over them to stand over the man, looking down on him with intense eyes. "Somebody with guts, am I to take this as volunteering to be the one to take up action?"

"Uh," the man muttered as he shrunk down some.

"Help reform the guard, to capture these rogues and bring them in? Perhaps you want to take on that beast girl that has made the eastern woods her domain now?" as he said all this, the man quietly sat down and looked down in shame. Abdown sighed and backed away. "Of course not," he muttered, sighing before heading towards the door.

"S-sir, the meeting isn't over yet, we've still not reached a-" one began to say.

"As was last week, and the week before that, and the week before that, and so on, and so on," he said in a monotone voice. "Perhaps we've grown too soft, too cushy in our little revelries. We never will reach a conclusion, and we'll keep going as we have, til the end. Oh well. See you all next week, adieu." With this he unhooked his cane from the doorknob, opened the door and left out into the streets, shielding his eyes against the light as he does so. Giving no direct glances at the citizens he set out to head straight back to his tower.

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The morning light of the day shined over their island city, and in the morning a large man leaned against the city hall building. Although many people simply walked by minding their own business, he himself had a mission in mind. And that was listening on the meeting by the council. And boy did he get a nice chunk of info over their banter from the hours they were speaking. And the most notable thing he could take from this was a menance threatning the peace. And one was in the eastern woods.

Of course he did not simply lean on the wall listenening for hours doing nothing, he was burning through a pack of smokes to help pass the time. And eventually the door opened up and a man walked out, one of the council members seemed to have walked out early. He simply stayed on his spot to see what else the council had to say. If there was a danger then he would do something about it.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Malachie Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn
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Well this is going wonderfully. Aeila looked up from her slightly tattered book and shook her head at the chaos that was this meeting. She chose a seat in the corner of the room, not really wanting to get involved in the back-and-forth arguments taking place. She didn't truly think that an agreement would ever take place, there were so many voices going on at once, all with different opinions. Her stance was that something should be done, they will only invite horrid things if the city sits on their behinds, twiddling their thumbs - but she didn't see it fit for her to say something, she doubted people would listen.

Aiela pulled out her little pocketbook and pen from her belt and started writing down some notes from her book, dog-earing pages she wanted to take a closer look at later when she's back in her shop. She looked around at the scene, she could see Abdown was staying quiet, he seemed to be on the same wavelength as her, she chuckled softly to herself. Oh, I just love my city, she thought.

She was just about to return her attention to her book when Abdown spoke at last. She liked his ideas, taking action as soon as possible would be the best course of action, but of course no one wants to commit to any one thing. When Abdown walked out, Aiela took that as her cue to make a quiet exit, she wasn't gaining anything more from this meeting and they weren't benefiting from her either. As everyone in the room went back to their discussion, Aiela silently got up from her seat and slipped out the door, her ears welcoming the quieter streets. She was about to take a leisurely stroll back to her shop when she saw a rather large man leaning up against the building, smoking away. "You sure you want to spend your time eavesdropping? It's quite boring in there, I doubt anything will come of it.", she called over to him.

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What a beautiful city, Selesynia DuNalthis thought as she wandered through the city of Lunalake Island in amazement. The sun was shining through the branches to the Great Tree. All around her, strange people walked around her, talking in different dialects and wearing different clothes, each expressing different powers. I think I might like being a missionary here.
Suddenly, dark clouds began to move over the sun, and a peal of thunder sounded. What in the name of Light?! she thought as cold, hard rain began pouring down around her. People shouted and ran for shelter from the biting water; a few were shouting about this being the Harlequin's work. It did have a supernatural look to it.
In any case, Selesynia ran for the nearest building, a great marble hall. As she was flying through, lost in thought about religious things, she bumped into someone. "Oh!" she exclaimed, falling to the ground as she ricocheted off the body of someone. Groaning a bit, she looked up to see a towering man with a red-feathered bird head. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I was not paying attention," the missionary said, flustered. Great first impression there, she thought to herself.

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Feeling something collide with his legs, Abdown seized in place. Quietly he stood still like a totem or statue, until holding out one of his gloved hands to catch a few drops of rain. Spinning around his cane, hooked into one finger, he placed one hand around it and pushed upwards, with a snap, it magically opened with a burst into a large, slightly luminous, midnight blue umbrella, even though no mechanism had been seen prior. It was large enough to cover both him and the visitor.

"The fault is mine, I was thinking of the destination, rather than the path," he said, somewhat cryptically, looking down at her. "Welcome to Lunalake City, I am the governor of this city, Abdown. I... presume you are new here? You see, I am normally quite well with faces," he continued, looking out at the the rain and panic. "Unfortunate that it is under such conditions you chose to visit here, my people are rather on edge these days. Regardless... ah... where are my manners? Who might you be, and is there anything I could help with?"

Back at the city hall building, they continued to bicker among themselves, now on what they might do about this situation. There was a cough heard at the front, small as it was, trying to get their reaction, but they didn't pay it any mind, not even when the unseen figure coughed louder. With a frustrated grunt, two gloves were tossed aside from behind the podium, and two small clawed hands reached up grabbing the edge of the podium and a short figure pulled itself up and scrambled up on top of it, a top hat rolling off the figure's head as they struggled. The room heard this, finally, and turned to look. On top was the mayor, Leopold Reinhardt, and unfortunately the younger brother of one of the Harlequins. His first vision had landed him in a rather laughably diminutive form, with a long thin tail and big ears, his hair an off-blond, a pink nose, green eyes, and overall young mousey appearance wrapped up in a small tailed coat and suit custom tailored to his short stature. Few will admit it, but he was mostly elected because of his looks. He caught his breath and adjusted his tie and looked out at staring eyes, nearly falling off in shock.

"I-if I may..." he began with a squeak, before clearing his throat trying his hardest to deepen his voice into something presentable. "IF I may!"

"Just get on with it!" a man yelled out, causing the mayor to nearly fall onto the floor again, wide eyed.

"Hey, don't yell at li'l Leokins!" a woman yells out.

"H-hey, stop that... wait... li'l Leokins..?" the mayor began, before clearing his throat again. "Anyways! I have a proposal! Since no one in the city is really a fighter, we could just... hire some that can..?"

There was a bit of murmuring in the room.

"Wouldn't we have to pay them though..?" one asked.

"Well, yeah, duh," he murmured to himself. He then coughed. "I-I mean... of course there will be a reward. Honestly, the ends justify the means here... I-I mean... right..?"

There was more murmuring, and then, finally a collective agreement that it was better than nothing, bringing the meeting to close. And a few went out into the streets putting up wanted posters for the Harlequin gang, particularly outlined was the disturbance in the eastern woods.

Catching one of them putting up a flier on a street lamp, Abdown looked over at it and after reading it for a moment, sighed. Figures as much, the only thing they'd agree on with a problem is to make it not their problem, he thought to himself.

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"Well, I thank you kindly, sir," Selesynia smiled as he shot up an umbrella from his cane, righting herself telekinetically. "I am Selesynia DuNalthis. I am a missionary from... afar, and my faction, The Light, has sent me to spread our message to the world. A way to... 'to fix'? I apologize, I am not very fluent in this language." She jumped as another crack of thunder sounded, rain pelting down on the shining city. "Perhaps we should move out of the rain before we discuss anything else?"

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As the large man was listening on the conversation, the door opened up once more as another person had left the meeting, however this time the woman who had left had called out to him about evesdropping. Well, so much for not being seen...Well...He was a large man after all so everyone could easily see him coming a mile away...But that was besides the point. “Me? I’m just a man having a smoke...Oh who am I kidding, you already knew what I was doing here so there is no use lying.” The large man gave a heavy sigh.

“Even if it is boring, some information is rather important to me. And I heard something important. Those Harlequin’s...I heard they are causing quite the chaos lately...And I’m a man who is not content to lock himself in his home to let them have full reign of the place...I prefer to use force to stop their force.” The man replied as he took a puff from his smoke as the collection of people in the meeting finally ended their meeting and began to put up wanted posters. Looks like they were finally acting in a way...

He walked up to one of the posters and took it off the wall it was hanging on before turning to the woman. “I’m a man with an arm made for justice. Listenening to talk may be boring but once it’s done, the real hunt begins.” He spoke.

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Abdown looked at his hand some more, still perplexed that this rain had only started around the time he had left the building. It wasn't in the forcecast, and the way it had come out of nowhere offered him no comfort. He began to think it over, taking a moment to observe each droplet of water, and found it to be only more peculiar. Around the city, or more specifically, around him the water had begun to form into a pattern of puddles of multicolored... goo. He looked back to the girl, raising his head a bit.

"Perhaps you are right," he said, raising his hand as the puddles began to bubble, and with a snap of his finger, a force overtook the two and moved them a few feet from their previous position. Where he had stood, the puddles had formed into fingers and closed in on each others into a fist where the two once stood. The ones putting out flyers dropped the papers onto the ground as they looked in shock, as did the few residents still about on the streets. Abdown adjusted his tie as he looked back at the hand as it melted back into an inert puddle. "You know, if you wanted an audience, you could have just sent an invitation," he said, likely to the assailant hoping that they could hear him, a casual tone to his voice despite the attempt just made upon his person.

There was a whoosh in the air above him, but again he snapped a finger, this time warping over near Raimondo. Where he had once stood, a round blue cage slammed down hard, embedding itself in the ground, cracking the concrete of the sidewalk, before it started to melt into goo shortly thereafter. The residents fled for shelter, yells of panic could be heard.

"You, sir, an attempt is being made upon my person from an unseen artistic assailant, would you be inclined to assist me with that arm of yours?" he said, still unusually calm but quicker with his speech. He already had a good idea on the who, but not much on the why, as for the what, that was clear, they were out to take him, and by the looks of it, alive. Puddles began to form around him again, now more massive, covering even more ground than before. Nine massive tentacle-like protrusions burst up from the puddles, and attempt to grab Abdown all at once.

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“Raimondo Ceci, I’m just a lone vigilante.” He returned the greeting as he returned the gesture to handshake with his more normal hand. Of course, the woman he had met Aeila was now looking closely at his robotic arm. Perhaps her inner tinkerer woke up as she was looking at his arm. However as she began to pull at his arm a bit he gave a sigh until ultimatly she let go and apologized.

“Well, it’s not often someone wants to examine my arm. But I’ll think on it in the event I need a tune up or an upgrade. Anyways, I better get a move on. The faster I get out the faster this whole mess is done with.” He replied giving a wave as he began to walk away. “Time to show these jokers some trouble of my own.” He spoke however his walk was interrupted with Abdown suddenly warping near him.

Before he could ask some cage formed around him and began to melt into goo. He then asked for assistance is a rather calm tone. No doubt it was a harlequin at work. “Change of plans then! I got your back governor!” He spokeas steam left his robotic arm as he got ready to fight.

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Aeila's head whipped around as she heard the cracking of concrete and a loud commotion from behind, she stood in place, bewildered at what she was witnessing. There was the governor, unusually calm under the circumstances, being attacked by structures being formed from multiple puddles. Someone is attacking the governor in broad daylight? Aeila watched as Raimondo sprang into action, his robotic arm releasing steam from various small vents, the complex machinery beginning to grind as prepared to defend Abdown.

Aeila's eyes widened as nine giant tentacles suddenly burst forth, There's no way they can handle all of that by themselves. Without wasting any more time - putting her hand to the hilt of her sword - Aeila began to ran towards them, and brandished the inscribed blade at the tentacles, the runes glittering on either side of the blade, interrupting the tentacles attempt at seizing Abdown. "Who'd you piss off at that meeting, Governor? Any idea who or what this is?" Aeila asked Abdown, moving closer to the group.