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Nimin Hedrox

When your past is lost to you all you can do is grab onto the present, and hold it as hard as you can.

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a character in “A Tale in the Time of Tumult”, as played by Oborosen

Description

Name:Nimin HedroxSolar Caste, Twilight:
Nature: Explorer
Anima Banner:A teardrop wreathed in flame.
Totem Animal: N/A
Xp: 2


Attributes



Physical

STRENGTH (3) DEXTERITY (2) STAMINA (4)

Social

CHARISMA (2) MANIPULATION (2) APPEARANCE (3)

Mental

PERCEPTION (2) INTELLIGENCE (5) WITS (4)



Abilities

WARFARE

ARCHERY---------
ATHLETICS-------
AWARENESS-----(1)
DODGE-----------
INTEGRITY-------
MARTIAL ARTS---
MELEE-----------(2)
(F)RESISTANCE-----(2)
THROWN---------
WAR--------------


LIFE
*CRAFT------------(5)
LARCENY----------
(F)LINGUISTICS-----(2)
PERFORMANCE---
PRESENCE--------
RIDE--------------
SAIL---------------
(F)SOCIALIZE-------(2)
STEALTH----------
SURVIVAL--------(3)



WISDOM
BUREAUCRACY
*INVESTIGATION-(1)
*LORE----------(4)
*MEDICINE-----(5)
*OCCULT-------(3)

SPECIALTIES
(optional: A subgroup within a larger ability that you have a particular aptitude. Such as dancing specialty from performance, sword from melee etc )
Occult - Demonology
Craft - Blacksmith
Apothecary - Herbs
Diplomacy - Social
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YOUR LIFE



PERSONALITY
Even the collected member of a group, Nimin is not the kind of person to be front and center in all things. Instead choosing to watch from the side, taking in all that he could of the situation. This is not to say that he is a loner, or any sort of introvert. As there have been many nights were he's sang, and danced himself into a drunken stupor with the others, that he's found himself in the company with. Usually paying for such out of his own pocket as well.

Nimin's time among mortals and, living so closely with them for so long has bred within him a thirst for life. As is the same for most things when concerning mortals.
He is still an exalted however, and can be prone to the same outburst of passion and ferocity as any other, especially when the moment of a break occurs. He is upstanding, honest, and honorable to a fault. A set of qualities that have seen him bitten more times than thanked in the past. Yet he still does not change, choosing to endure continuing as such. As on subjects concerning his past, Nimin chases such information with a thirst that is hard to imagine for most. He has set homes to flame, and turned entire lives to dust for such information. Usually to his own detriment in the process.



Motivation(s)
  • -I must recover my past at all cost.-
    -Knowledge of my past is important, more important than many other things.-
    -My end is coming, but that fate is not my choice and I must fight it.-
    -I must never permit a needless death, no matter what. -

VIRTUES

COMPASSION :3
TEMPERANCE :3
CONVICTION :5
VALOR :3

LIMIT BREAK
(No, this not like final fantasy. The nature of the great curse the defeated primordial's placed upon their vanquishers periodically warps their virtue into twisted inversions in moments of great stress. When an exalt has been force to ignore his or her own principles one to many times they under go episode of madness in which the corruption of the primordial curse comes to the surface. When this 'snap' occurs the exalts primary virtue (the one that's ranked the highest or which ever one you prefer if they are of even rank) becomes compromised into either a twisted reflection of itself or inverted as a polar opposite of itself. The exalt is then forced to act in the terms of this new corrupted virtue until the effects of the curse finishes burning itself out. This effect can last anywhere from hours to DAYS. Though to avoid forcing too heavy a restriction on the player I'll put down a guide line that the character's break down should at least last until the end of the current scene, and after that it's up to the player to decide how long the episode will last.


MERITS
:Physical:
-Pain Tolerance-
-Ambidextrous-
:Mental:
-Eidetic Memory-
-Midnight Memories-
-Jack of all Trades-
:PropertyMerit:
-Heirloom-

FLAWS
:Physical:
-Dark Fate- No matter what. Nimin's fate is locked into a grim end and only the most powerful of entities possess even the possibility of correcting this measure.
-Sterile- After decades among mortals, it has become obvious that Nimin is incapable of fathering any children.
-Unusual Appearance- To say the least, Nimin has a strange appearance. His grin can be slightly too wide, while his stare is unnervingly cold and chilling to fall under. Despite his intent on being courteous to those around him. Nimin will always cause those around him, especially mortals, to feel a prolonged sense of unease.
:Mental:
-Amnesia- Nimin has walked since the first day he awoke and has yet to actually recall any memory of his past life. Save for his training, he possesses none of his past self.
-Nightmares- Nimin's nights are usually wracked with horrible dreams. Vicious and callous acts dealt out with clawed hands and visceral blows, as well as glancing reflections of a face that he barely can recognize. Though as time has move on, he's seen more revealed through these nightmares, and knows well that this is somehow linked to his fate.
:Social:
-Strange Happenings- Suffice to say, there is something always off about Nimin, but not just him. Strange images caught in reflective surfaces and wide grinning faces can be seen staring back from the edge of one's vision. With his own reflection directly doing other things while he is present and even persisting in that reflection for several minutes after he has left the room.
-Wanted- Nimin is well known by the order and has been directly attacked by them in the past, so a constant contract is held on him at all times.




PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
[center]Height: 6'3 , Weight:198'lb
Eye: Hazel , Hair: Black

Nimin possesses a tall and somewhat slender form, skin tone being of a lite olive, or even a reasonably pale texture. His eye color is a lightly speckled hazel, with some small form of reflective qualities. Much like those of an animal, staring out from beyond the dark. Though without direct enough lighting this quality is very hard to distinguish on it's own. After several years his body has been lightly tattooed around the forearm, and neck areas. With small, intricate tribal markings that he's collected throughout his travels. Well traveled individuals may actually be able to see certain aspects of where he's been, detailed in his skin.

Nimin's hair is usually kept up in large braids, as the full bulk of it all can be somewhat daunting to take care of. Mostly all of it is folded under itself and kept in a long braid that he lets drape down across his back. All of which is secured with a large silver binder, or a golden one for when he visits formal events. Left to hang free, his hair would cover both shoulders and would practically conceal the entirety of his back.

As an exalted, Nimin's body is very hardy, and can be somewhat difficult to damage. This being said, he does possess several scars that have always been with him since the days that he first awoke. One being a lightly healed scar, almost faded from view, that separates the outer tip of his left brow. Matched by another that pocks his cheek on that same side, which is equally faded. The most prominent of these scars however is large circular hole that sits almost centered on his sternum. This scar is much darker than the others, and belies the passage of time. As he's tried to have the scar fixed, only for all of his attempts to do so not work .



BACKGROUND
Nimin has been walking the lands, from far south to the furthest reaches of the north, and the last six hundred years have been slow going for him. In the pursuit of information about his past, he's stopped more times than he'd normally be willing to admit. But when the need arises for those who call for aid, he's always more than willing to lend it.

After awaking in the middle of a war torn field all those years ago, he's been trying to discover where it was that he came from, and how it was that he came to be in that place. The only knowledge that he does know for sure is that he's an Exalted, and that was easy enough to discover on it's own. The next being is his name, which he isn't even sure is actually his, as it was written in the first page of the book that he was holding when he awoke. It was this curious item that he'd always carried afterwards, seeing as it was one of the few possession that he could even recall having in his first days of this strange, new life.

The book is easily something special. Because it reacts only to him and apparently he is the only one who can read it. Though he quickly discovered that it does allow those that he deems worthy, the right to read it as well. He learned of it's other properties when the book was stolen from him during an attack, then tossed into the ocean, only to merely be waiting for him in his cabin at the end of the day. To this day, more than a few other incidents have transpired to rid him of the book, and yet it keeps finding it's way back to him in the end.

The next realization about himself came about when Nimin had broken his limit for the second time. An event that robbed him of all self, strange though it may be. As he understood it, those who were Exalted, could wholly recall the times that they broke. He however could not completely recall any portion of those instance, as though a thick haze had been laid over his vision and the world had gone to fog. He also realized that after his second break, a teardrop. The size of a small fist had appeared on the upper center of his back, which originally set off an intense amount of worry when another had shown up after his fourth break. Several years later Nimin has four teardrops on his back, and the game has appeared to change at this point. The teardrops are set into what appears to be a diamond patter on his back. With the largest being twice the size of the other three, and being situated in the dead center of his back. But now they are doing something more, instead of appearing, the tears are filling in with a deep crimson coloration. Slowly filling with each separate break that he experiences.
If getting hunted by the order wasn't bad enough for Nimin. Now it was worrying about what exactly this sort of occurrence meant for him.

That was almost a hundred years ago now and, with returning to heed the call of a old acquaintance. Nimin is ready to begin the hunt for his past once more. Because he feels an ever growing anxiousness coming with this new quest and even the book in his hands, trembles with the urging of the new dawn. The last few centuries of helping to prepare the mortal world, for combat against both demon, and beast alike. Skills that he's harbored and tuned well over the years. This oncoming storm, at least looks to promise him some new challenges to overcome. That, and he would never willingly pass up the chance to work alongside other exalted as well.




MAGIC, GEAR AND TALENTS
Essence score: 3
Health: 7/7
Willpower pool: 9/9



Essence motes
:Personal 9/9 , Peripheral 24/24:

The magic of the exalted in quantified as 'motes' which can be 'burnt' to power their charms. All exalted have two pools Personal and Peripheral. Personal essence can be burned without causing the exalt's anima banner to flair and is the first one to recharge when the exalt rest to regain their power.

Essence pools are calculated slightly differently between the exalted types.
Solar's and Abyssal's essence pools: Personal (half your willpower+your essence score+2) Peripheral (your full willpower + (essence score X 5)

CHARMS
All exalted start off with 7 charms, based of their abilities.

Flawless Diagnosis Technique 1m; Essence 1; Type: Reflexive
The eyes of the Solar Exalted see the hidden truths of others’ pains. This Charm lets the Solar automatically determine which of the target’s observable traits and described symptoms are medically related. If the Solar uses this Charm in the process of a formal diagnosis, normally a dramatic (Perception + Medicine) action with a Speed of 5 long ticks, this Charm protects him from any error in diagnosis. If he has enough information, he accurately identifies each condition, its source and its additional effect. If he does not have enough information—as when a target who caught an unknown disease from eating infected human brains successfully conceals his cannibalism—he recognizes that some key piece of the puzzle is missing.

Wound-Mending care Technique 10m; Essence 2; Type: Supplemental
Solar physicians can speed a patient’s recovery from even the most terrible wounds. This Charm replaces the normal benefits of medical care, instead allowing the target to recover a number of lethal or bashing health levels equal to the number of successes at the end of the day. If the target spends the day resting, the target recovers a number of additional lethal and bashing health levels equal to the Solar’s permanent Essence. No patient can benefit from this Charm more than once per day.

Contagion-Curing Touch 2m; Essence 2; Type: Supplemental
Tie a Solar physician and a man dying of the plague to an anchor and cast them into a stormy sea—still the Solar may have the ingenuity to heal the victim. This Charm supplements a Medicine-based action to treat a patient. It does not reduce the time required for medical treatment, but otherwise allows the Solar to treat patients in unfavorable conditions without medicines, penalties or a stunt.

Wholeness-Restoring Meditation -m; Essence 3; Type: Permanent
Essence can repair even severed limbs. Solar Exalted with this Charm can cure any Crippling effect. This Charm guarantees that any attempt they make to treat the effect is considered supernatural. It takes the patient several days of convalescence to repair otherwise permanent damage such as lost limbs or blindness.

Fire and Stones strike 1m per; Essence 1; Type: Supplemental
The Solar demonstrates his strength with a powerful Essence fueled blow. The Exalt spends up to (his Strength score) motes and makes a Melee-based attack. If the attack hits, this Charm adds one die to the post-soak damage for each mote spent.

Peony Blossom Attack 2m per; Essence 2; Type: Extra Action
The maneuver named Peony Blossom Attack burns significant Essence to unleash a powerful flurry of blows. The Lawgiver moves as smoothly and rapidly as ice on hot metal. This Charm is a magical flurry of two or more Melee- based attacks. Each attack costs two motes, including the first, and the Exalt can buy up to (her permanent Essence + 1) attacks. This Charm lets the Solar make these attacks regardless of the weapon’s Rate, without multiple action penalties, and with a DV penalty equal to only the highest penalty for any one attack.

Each 'charm' is a magical trick designed to enhance or augment the exalt's natural talents in super natural ways. The more powerful the charm the more essence it will cost to activate, with some requiring the exalt to also burn a point of willpower as well, or hit points. All charms also require a certain level of skill and spiritual enlightenment in order to learn, necessitating the exalt to raise their essence score and their abilities/attributes if they wish to acquire stronger charms.

COMBOS
A combo is a specialized form of charm use that allow rapied fire activation of multiple charms at once. Using a combo allows the exalt to overcome the '1 charm per post rule' but only if they have invested the xp to learn that combo first. You may not have a combo at the start.

SORCERY
You may choose to exchange one of you charms to unlock the first level of sorcery, the terrestrial circle which will mark you as a sorcerer at the start of play. You will start off with only one spell that you have mastered, but may exchange more charms for more spells. For all other cases, spells are treated the same as charms xp coast wise, and are treated as 'occult' charms this purpose.

Terrestrial Circle:

PREFERRED FIGHTING STYLE
Supportive/Melee

EQUIPMENT AND POSSESSIONS[/center]
Overnight satchel-
Bedding/camp kit-
Pipe, tobacco, smoking kit-
Knife, hatchet, whetstone-
Quill, inkwell, parchment-
2x traveling clothes, Green/black tunic, Red formal robes-
Silver bangles, hair braid bands-
Short sword-

Heirloom Book:
A thick, heavy, leather-bound book dyed almost in a deep maroon. A red tear-shaped gem ensconced with the image of a burning sun on its cover can be seen. While the back of the book is oddly vacant, it is apparent that something large and round did originally rest there. The book is obviously magical on closer inspection, however it can only be read by Nimin, or those that he grants such permission. The book communicates via deep crimson letters that flow and ebb along the lightly tanned pages. When not being read, or questioned. The pages of the book will always be blank and no amount of tearing can remove the pages in their entirety. As the pages simply dissolve to dust and blow away, while the book looses no mass to speak of.
The book cannot be discarded, or even destroyed by conventional methods. As it will always find it's way back to nimin before days end.

So begins...

Nimin Hedrox's Story

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In all, she really wasn’t entirely sure what to make of all...this. Though her life was rather dictated by strange ordeals and unusual phenomena, she knew enough to understand that she’d committed herself to something that was on an entirely different level. Why she of all the Exalted in Creation had been chosen
.

She, who wandered Creation aimless and without purpose. She, who was uncertain of her lot. She, who’d become a black sheep among those other loyal Solars, who wholeheartedly supported what she found herself doubting.

There were many others, many who were stronger, and many who had achieved feats that marked them as heroes in the eyes of some. Yet, it was she that had received a summons and a plea from none other than a member of the Celestial Bureaucracy—a Dragon. She had the option to refuse the request...however, she could not in good conscious do so. Even if it was far beyond her understanding as to why she was sought out, she wasn’t one to deny what seemed to be a legitimate appeal for aid. If there was something she could do to help absolve whatever sort of situation this was, she’d oblige to the best of her capabilities, that was the right thing to do, after all.

Though doubt and questions plagued her, Lux boarded the ethereal ship that’d awaited her—it had seemed she’d been amidst the first of its pickups. The deck was empty, there was no one aboard as the ship sailed itself to and fro.

The salty sea air was cool against her skin. Heavy and damp, it settled upon her in a manner that felt almost weighted. Though perhaps contradictory, it was both comforting and unsettling. Such was how it always was when she’d traveled upon the seas. It always felt as if the oceans and its spirits weren’t entirely sure how to feel about her. The waters could be as smooth as glass, the winds as gentle as a sigh, and the skies as clear as crystal, and never could she find herself feeling completely at ease upon the ocean. This instance was no different.

As the ghostly ship made what Lux assumed to be its rounds, gathering up other willing individuals, Lux herself had decided that she would seat herself upon its deck and...wait. She’d wait and observe those who were apparently to form her traveling party. It wasn’t often that she actually traveled with a group—since it was she’d decided to try to find her own way, she really had been finding her own way. It was a rare day that she was ever in the company of another for more than a short while. Agreeing to whatever task this was also meant to agreeing to be in the company of whomever else had decided to at least hear out their summoner. It was worth her taking a bit of time to merely watch. Most definitely, they were an odd bunch. Lux continued her vigil, making no motion to greet or speak to anyone as they boarded the ship, instead she opted to nibble upon a small piece of chocolate that she’d fished out of one of her many pockets.


.well, she kept silent, til another one of the few stray passengers decided to be the one who broke the ice. By the looks of him, he was a Lunar—an Exalt that was meant to be the shadow to the light of a Solar Exalt like herself. In her short life, she’d met a few Lunars...and it seemed she was to meet yet more. Lux kept her green eyes trained upon him, as he cleared his throat and spoke, “So...no that all of we be here, I think introductions be in order.” he bowed, placing a hand across his chest, “I be named Ashen Sky of Wavecrest. Might I have tha pleasure of knowing who might ye all be?”

Wavecrest
. So, this Lunar hailed from the West—though his accent would’ve made Lux suspect as much, even if he hadn’t openly announced it. She was familiar with the accent, after all, Vered had developed a mild one from her time there that bled into and dyed any of the other tongues she spoke.

Perhaps she might be better off still attempting to observe and muse over her apparent companions...Lux could not bring herself to ignore the Lunar’s—Ashen’s—attempt to instigate introductions. It’d be a while since she’d had to introduce herself to a group
. It’d been a while since she’d been in a group of people who would need to even know her name at all. It was an odd feeling, realizing that.

Well...no time like the present to get over that
! Is what some people might say. Lux was not one of those people, but she was one to make an honest attempt, at least. So, deciding to bite the arrow, she breathed in deep as she swallowed the bit of chocolate she’d been savoring. She hoisted herself upward with a needless sound escaping her throat as she habitually brushed off her bottom before she herself returned the gesture of a shallow bow to him, the sea breeze tousling her short hair as she so—she felt it brush against the scar upon her forehead. After a moment, Lux stood herself back upright, and clasped her hands together at her front, and smiled.

“Introductions are always awkward, aren’t they?” she awkwardly laughed before she half-snorted as she tried to clear her throat—realizing what sort of noise she’d made, her cheeks reddened a bit, “Ah...anyway, I’m Lux...Fiala, I suppose you could say I hail from The Scavenger Lands?” Lux stopped herself there, that was enough for an introduction, wasn’t it? “As it stands, it’s nice to make your acquaintance, Ashen. And it’s nice to make everyone else’s, as well.”

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Character Portrait: Lux Fiala Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Baek Kwan Character Portrait: The Wandering Artisan Clad in Souls Character Portrait: Ashen Sky Character Portrait: Nimin Hedrox
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#, as written by Sepokku
“Chieftain, there was a messenger today.”

Astrid’s skin fluttered ever so slightly as she practiced the Unfettering, her skin shifting and adjusting ever so slightly as the protean nature of her very existence made itself known. The gift from Luna did not cease to change her form, nor did her eyes open, “And?”

“The Censor of the West requests your presence.”

Her left eye opened, a cat-eyed pupil staring back at the elk spirit that stood before her. Slowly the pupil returned to the shape of a human’s, “Very well.” The Chieftain rose to her feet and with a lazy stretch, immediately beginning preparing for departure.


The vessel that met her was by no means shabby. Deciding that the West was incredibly misogynistic, Astrid opted to take on a male form for her initial contact with the ship’s crew and the Censor himself. With a whim, her hair was shortened to a bob cut, her chest smoothed out, and her hips slimmed down to that of a man’s. Without bluster, she walked onto the ship and waited.

She hadn’t been the first person that the vessel had picked up. A small creature sat on the deck nearby, nibbling on cacao. Astrid’s nose twitched slightly, cacao didn’t grow well in the North. At least, not where she was from. The scent reminded her of delicate fruit that had been dipped in liquid cacao, it was quite a blissful memory. She’d only been lucky enough to try such a delicacy twice before. Sighing, she found herself a place on the deck and laid on her back to stare at the sky while she waited.

After some time, and picking up a few more “honored guests,” someone began to speak. “I be Ashen Sky of Wavecrest.” Astrid became suddenly aware that the person speaking was a Lunar. Her war-form blurred into existence as she towered at her full height of two hundred and fifty-five centimeters.

Covered in white and black fur, Astrid silently walked towards Ashen Sky until she was able to clearly look him up and down. As a human, she was a bit lean and fairly tall, but not incredibly imposing in stature. However, in this form, she was a paragon of sinewy muscle, the fusion of tiger and human. She bared her teeth in a grin, “Cascading Moonlight.” The runic tattoos that fixed her shape into something almost tangible flared into existence, telling a story of her time in the Silver Pact.


The Wandering Artisan Clad in Souls poured the last of his watering can onto the final poppy flower. It certainly could have been left up to his servants, but it brought about a certain level of catharsis in Artisan to do it himself. Smiling, he began to make his way back to the workshop that lies at the center of his field of plants.

“Sir, a message.”

Stopping for a moment, Artisan picked a few flowering plants that were used to create Nepenthe. The flowers were beautiful this time of the year. “What does it say?”

One of the spirits bound to him answered, “We’re needed.”

“Always.” With a warm smile, the Deathknight’s delicate hands waved the spirit away. One of his employees was nearby watching over the indentured servants. “Gentry. I will be out on business for a bit. Care for the shop while I’m out?”


Artisan stood in front of a wagon as the boat pulled up before him. “Load her up.” His servants carefully removed the box from the back of the wagon and took their time putting it onto the ship. He smiled to himself as he boarded the ship, it was about time the powers that be recognized his talents.

“I be Ashen Sky of Wavecrest.” One of the guests previous to him had begun to speak as the boat had started to sail away, which seemed to upset someone else who had arrived before him. The man who had spoken was approached by another man who had shifted into a mixture between human and animal. ”Lunars
” Artisan would never know why Luna’s children always had to have a pissing contest with whoever they met. With a bored expression, the Abyssal watched the scene play out.

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Ashen Sky smiled bemusedly at the shorter girl that was first to follow up on introductions. Somewhere in the back of his head his western sensibilities were slightly piqued with her presence onboard the ship at sea, but considering that it's voyage was made at the command of a dragon he bite his tongue on the matter for now. He put a hand over his chest and gave her a theatrical bow. "Tis no more awkwardness than tha' of voyage at is norm to make. But it be my pleasure to be making yer acquaintance as well, Miss Fiala."

Then the shadow of the other Lunar fell upon Ashen Sky. He turned his head to him and found his neck craning upwards. The creature before him was a towering thing, striped white and black in its fur. Powerful muscles rippled along its form and a gleaming fangs greeted him as the larger creature grinned down at him. "Cascading Moonlight." It wasn't a name, but a greeting. Silently Ashen Sky Cursed his mentor for not fully fleshing him up on the proper etiquette of the pact. This was the first time the shorter Lunar had met another of his kind that wasn't his flighty oaf of a mentor, and now he was being sized up by his fellow child of the Moon. The former privateer did not posses the same charm assume his warform as the other did, and thus didn't have any physical means to respond to the clear but subtle challenge. If he was nervous about this disparity between them though, he did a masterful job of hiding it. After all, it wasn't as if he couldn't meet the display with a show of his own.

He grinned back up at the man infront of him. "Guide your hunt." He put a hand on his hip and looked the other Lunar up and down. "Well, well. An impressive shape ta' take. Ya wear it as fashion big boyo or did ya put it on jus fer me?" As he talked his grin seemed to widen slightly, unnaturally so, while his eye took on a vaguely manic and predatory gaze. A magic of his own suffused his face, darkening it save for his own shimmering silver tattoos, and giving his form a faint air of menace. "What," He said with a smile full of teeth that appeared to take a sharper edge "were ya worried I'd bite?" It was a simple trick, of devious magic. While the Full Moon had presented himself to Ashen Sky with a show of Mettle, he responded with a show of Cunning, and wove a minor illusion around himself as a thing to be wary of. Not as a threat, but as something that could prove far, far from an easy prey if provoked. For this was not meant as an escalation, but rather as a form of return to the tiger skinned lunar's own greeting in custom.

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Character Portrait: Lux Fiala Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Baek Kwan Character Portrait: The Wandering Artisan Clad in Souls Character Portrait: Ashen Sky Character Portrait: Nimin Hedrox
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#, as written by Sepokku
Astrid’s eyes did not falter, her gaze locked firmly onto Ashen Sky, a critical look of assessment on her face. She barely paid attention to his words while examining the tattoos that adorned his body. Lunars from the West had the most dramatic Moonsilver Tattoos, a simple necessity of people who found themselves frequently in water. The story his tattoos told was one of Cunning and desperation, not that desperation was uncommon among the Lunars. She had experienced plenty of desperation herself...

“Were ya worried I’d bite?”

She continued to stare him down for a few long seconds before replying. “I’m sure your bark is worse than your bite.” So this was one of the men that were to be her packmate for the time being. “You’re from the West. I hope you don’t ascribe to that patriarchal bullshit.” With a roll of her shoulders, Astrid turned away from the other Lunar and started prowling away. She called over her shoulder, “You’re one of Luna’s children, gender, form, and reality are mutable to you. Reconcile that with Western ideals.”

Raising a hand to her face to hide a yawn, Astrid’s form shifted down into that of a small black cat. Her eyes scanned the remaining occupants of the boat before her padded feet carried her silently to the side of the only other woman on board, where she curled into a ball and promptly began to nap.

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.whatever attempts she would’ve made to further the initiated introductions, they were otherwise interrupted by something of a show of...force? Capability? Between the Lunar known as Ashen Sky and yet another Lunar who’d joined the fray—they’d called themselves “Cascading Moonlight,” and assumed a form between human and tiger—one that was large and was meant to be intimidating. Yet, Lux actually found it fascinating, and perhaps it was childish, but she actually thought that it was really neat.

Lux had crossed paths with Lunars prior to this but, never more than one at a time. She didn’t know if this interaction between Ashen and Moonlight was a completely expected occurrence. Did all Lunars attempt to assert themselves when they met another? Overall, she knew actually very little about Lunars and their ways. The only sources of information she had were ones she herself didn’t quite feel were reliable. Those who mentored her, who taught her before she set out on her own
. Though they would’ve probably liked for her to have accepted their words and “lessons” about Lunars at face value, but Lux had her doubts about the validity of their teachings. They’d always tried to make it seem like they were supposed to be lesser than herself because she was a Solar
that wasn’t something that had ever sat well with Lux, and it never would.

A nervous grin crept up over Lux’s face as the exchange between the two Lunars continued—Ashen activating some sort of Charm, mirroring the other Lunar’s form. She could make out a subtle silver glimmer from his form as it seemed to darken, a projected air of predation had overcome him. That was it, however. It was a sort of show. A way to confer that even if he might not win in fight, it’d take too much effort for it to be worthwhile. Even if Lux didn’t know squat about Lunars and their customs, it was still easy enough to read an interaction for what it was...insofar as she was concerned, at least.

The presence of others attracted by the scene broke Lux from her own musings about it...and she silent craned her own head about to observe. 
.a Deathknight was evidently among their summoned party, how curious. She knew even less about they than she did about Lunars, though she knew one was under the service of the Gold Faction. 
.his name eluded her, as she’d only had ever heard him spoken of in hushed tones. Lux knew of the wives’ tales and dark whispered rumors that surrounded Deathknights, their very existences, and their overall everything. What was truth and what was hearsay, she couldn’t say, nor did she she want to dye her expectations of them with falsities. Whoever and whatever sort of individual this Deathknight was, that was something to be judged based upon his actions, and Lux would come to her own conclusions in time.

Again, lost in her own thoughts, Lux found herself somewhat startled from them by the sound of a match being struck to life rather nearby her, and it took almost every bit of the little Eclipse’s composure to not squawk in a manner that would most certainly attract seagulls under normal sailing circumstances. Though, there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable reddening of her cheeks as she turned to look at the source of the sound—only to find that a hand was extended toward her. “Nice to meet you, Lady Fiala.”

The overly formal way in which she was addressed made Lux freeze. Never in her whole short life had she’d been called a “Lady.” She wasn’t of noble birth or high status. She really didn’t quite know how to react to that. It might seem rude to rebuff the attempt at politeness, but it felt really weird to her to be addressed as “Lady” anything. During Lux’s inner debate over how to handle this, the owner of the hand that was still extended toward her blundering self again spoke, this time making a point to address everyone else. “Name is Baek Kwan
. Anyone know anything about what we got ourselves into or are we all just in the dark as each other?”

Shaking off her doubt and uncertainties, Lux wanted to smack herself for taking so long to respond to the man—Kwan. She was never one who excelled in the realm of socializing, if she was to be traveling with these people for a somewhat significant timeframe, she needed to remedy that as much as possible, and the moments she spent getting lost in her own head needed to cease ASAP. Going forward with that line of thought, Lux made it a point to awkwardly shove her small hand into the man’s and try to shake it. Handshakes weren’t something she’d done a lot of either.

“Uh, Mister Kwan, I can’t say that I personally know much about what’s going on either.” Lux answered him, pulling her hand back to her side as she clasped both together at chest level, and twiddled her thumbs. “I received a request for my presence, to help resolve some evidently dire situation, and I obliged. What that situation is, I do not know though....” she mumbled the last bit, and turned her eyes down toward her hands. Lux mustered a small shrug, however. The lack thereof knowledge really did not do much to actually bother her. “In truth, I’m more curious why I was summoned. I mean, if it’s believed I can be of help, then I’ll gladly do what I can, though it may not be much....”

As Lux had spoken, it seemed that she had missed the conclusion of the encounter between the Lunars. It was only when Lux caught sight of Moonlight’s form shifting once more, shrinking down into the shape of a cat that she even realized. Her gaze was instantly back upon the Lunar, whose feline eyes were scanning between them all...til they settled upon her. Lux’s eyes followed the Lunar as she trotted on over to her side, plopped herself down and began to...sleep. This was regarded with silence from the Eclipse Caste, she wasn't wholly sure what to think. The hybrid form that Moonlight had assumed before had been fascinating to Lux, but this one was
.

“Cute
.” the thought slipped from Lux’s mouth before she could help herself.

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Artisan watched the display play out between the two Lunars with a bored expression, his mouth upturned slightly when the second Lunar changed appearance; it seemed the two had to establish some sort of pack hierarchy, just like the dogs he had grown up with. For a brief moment, he entertained the notion of training either Lunar using positive reinforcement, just as he had trained all his dogs, before dismissing it as entirely unnecessary.

The tall blonde-haired man who had boarded after Artisan meandered towards the blonde-haired girl who had introduced herself as Lux. For a split second, the moonlight framed the duo and the whispers of the Neverborn sounded senselessly in the Abyssal’s ears. Those two had to be Solars, probably. At the very least the Neverborn did not appreciate their being on the voyage. The man produced a pipe and tobacco which raised a question Artisan hadn’t considered before. Can Exalted still feel the effects of various drugs and poisons? As far as he knew, only very strong poisons worked on them; by extension would very strong drugs be the only way for an Exalted to use?

“Name is Baek Kwan . . . Anyone know anything about what we got ourselves into or are we all just as in the dark as each other?”

After a moment, the blonde girl answered the stranger’s query, though she seemed just as lost as he was. She seemed almost as eager to help as a puppy that was to one day be a sheepdog. Idly Artisan wondered if all Solars were this clueless, certainly the Bishop mentioned they were mostly without guidance these days.

The Lunars seemed to finish their exchange, as one of them shifted into a cat and joined the two Solars. It suddenly hit Artisan that this was the most Exalted, nay the only Exalted that Artisan had seen since joining their ranks. Putting on his most winning smile, the Deathknight slowly approached Baek and Lux, taking a seat on the side of the boat nearest to them. “I’m The Wandering Artisan Clad in Souls, and I suppose one could say I’m from Ikh Bayan.”

Scrutinizing both of their faces, he couldn’t help but wonder, did no one else know why they were here? Clearing his throat he continued thoughtfully, ”Well let’s see if we can’t work backward to find a way out of the dark. There are six individuals here, who I presume are Exalted like myself.” He pointed to each person on deck while counting with his fingers. “We were summoned by the Western Censor, Lord Fakharu, who is also a Dragon of Water. Finally, the letter mentioned the matter at hand is most dire.”

He looked down at the black cat that had curled up by Lux, its breathing had evened out, apparently already napping. “Somehow I don’t think the Tiger Lunar was summoned for their tactfulness.” Artisan looked Baek up and down, “You’re no stranger to war either. If I had to hazard a guess?” He paused for dramatic effect while taking a quick look at everyone, “We’re a strike team. Fakharu could raise Gods of his own court for most issues, so he intends to send us somewhere his jurisdiction doesn’t reach." He grinned, "At least that's would be my bet, if I were a betting man.”

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She stood by quiet as the others spoke, her eyes still partly drawn to the Lunar who’d taken to the form of a feline. The Deathknight’s introduction passed overtop her head—she was only aware enough to really catch his name and little else. She heard him questioning why they were all gathered together...and making assumptions in regards to the matter. Again, why she of all Exalted had received a summons was beyond her. Why Fakharu had summoned them all, it didn’t matter to her. She’d gotten a plea for help, that was all that she needed to know. Whether or not the others ended up agreeing to assist Fakharu in whatever matters he asked of them, that didn’t matter either. There’d been more than one instance where Lux had ended up having to absolve things on her own when others deemed them not worth their time. She’d do it again...even if she wasn’t the best suited to most tasks.

Folks had called her naïve before, she’d been called a lot of things before. She was, in a manner of speaking. If she was that, then that was fine.

Wanting to help others...and doing it, that was something that defined her life. She had no purpose, no goal, nothing to aim for. Lux took to traveling the world in order to find...something for herself, to gain perspective and to refine the views she held on many matters—including those she had on the Cult of the Illuminated. In her travels, she still had yet to find many answers. The only answer she’d reach thus far was that she felt compelled to help others, if only in the most minor of ways. From little things to the large, anything that makes things better
.

That was enough.

“To be truthful with the lot of you, I don’t much care why we were all summoned in this manner.” Lux responded in a quiet voice. “Whether we’re needed for reasons of discretion or otherwise, it doesn’t matter to me. I only want to help however I can...if I can.”