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Tanvi Pari Katari

The Naga, a cursed witch.

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a character in “Pangaea”, as played by leisurelyatwar

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Generations ago, a member of the Katari family tried to bind the powers of Naga, an ancient serpent. The Naga was a minor diety tasked to bite those who were truly evil. Three sister witches helped bind the powers of the Naga to their high priestess when the serpent came. Although the high priestess and the sister witches were powerful the serpent eventually escaped it's cage. It could not fully extract it's power and knowledge so what they left behind they cursed, turning the power rancid. Whoever it passes down to within the generation inherits great power but also a degenerating mind.




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Personality Categories:
1. The Surface - these are the main four who share the bulk of the light.
2. The Under - fragments of Tanvi that rarely, if ever, come to the surface. These fragments aren't as developed as surface dwellers, pieces of extreme emotions that she's isolated and personified to attempt to control. They all manage to slip out at one point or another, usually only for a moment - thought circumstances can create a larger window.
3. The Deep - Tanvi's mind is shared with another, the fragment of the serpent. When her bloodline was cursed, those who were a part of binding the serpent was sentenced to an eternity of rotting away with the power they had stolen. They live in the Deep in the consciousness of every Naga, along with the serpent.







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name. tanvi
role. the keeper
category. the surface
pronouns. they/them
sexuality. ace/aro

surface time. 40%
triggered by. When another personality looses their grip, tanvi swoops in to grab the light.
distinguished by. Empty stare, monotone voice.
personality. A personality derived to help take control when the others were overwhelmed, Tanvi was void of the messy emotions the others sorted through. Pragmatic in nature, they can at times come across as cold. The other personalities say Tanvi is the "bore" of the group, but someone has to be.
style. Unlike the other personalities, Tanvi does not have their own wardrobe. They doesn't care about matters like fashion, much more likely to wear a pair of jeans and whatever shirt they pull out of their closet.

adtnl notes. Tanvi does not hold any special skills or abilities. The other fragments are more likely to share memories with Tanvi as she rewards them by allowing them to share her time in the light.


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name. katari
category. the surface
pronouns. she/her
sexuality. pansexual

surface time. 25%
triggered by. A stress response, or the result of too much drugs/alcohol.
distinguished by. The most animated of the personalities, she can be recognized by her emphasized posture and copious amounts of touching/laughing.
personality. A manic response to stress, Katari by many is deemed the fun personality. Although she can be the most entertaining of the bunch, she has a tendency to go off script.
style. The most flamboyant of the group, Katari has taken up the bulk of their closet. She follows trends, often compulsively shopping during her time in the light. She enjoys feminine pieces that show off her shape, lots of color and patterns. Other personalities when they come to often gripe about her oscentacious fashion sense.

addtnl’ notes. Tanvi and Katari at often at odds, Tanvi often having to clean after Katari’s messes. Because moments of intimacy can cause her to lose control of the light, Katari does her best to avoid tender moments preferring to indulge her base instincts.



Imagename. pari
category. the surface
pronouns. she/her
sexuality. demi-sexual

surface time. 20%
triggered by. intimacy, emotional, platonic or otherwise, can force Pari to surface.
distinguished by. Often crushed with the weight of emotions, Pari can be recognized by a look of sorrow on her face. She often avoids touch as it forces her to feel the emotions of others, feeling their emotions more intensely then even they do.
personality. The most unstable of the personalities, Pari carries the bulk of their burden. The other personalities allude that Pari is the most authentic peice of Tanvi, the hurt little girl that began to split all those years ago driven mad by the weight of the emotions and having to split them across multiple consciousness. When she is stable while in the light and in moderate control of her powers, she can be rather magnetic. Emotionally damaged people are naturally drawn to her, Pari using her powers to soothe their inner turmoil taking it on herself until she loses control - which is usually when Tanvi steps in.
style. Preferring dark colors and oversized t-shirts, Pari prefers to hide her body beneath fabric. Using stones and crystals to help her meditate, she wears them as jewelry which Katari and Tanvi normally still keep on when they shift.

addtnl’ notes. Though the most intense of the signs, during her moments of clarity she seems like the most wholly developed of the fragments with her own hopes and dreams. Those around her are affected by her emotions. It makes the good so much more, but the bad so much worse. She uses art therapy to sort through the emotions, making haunting renditions. She mostly paints but does some pieces with mixed media.



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name. vee
category. the surface
pronouns. he/his
sexuality. homosexual

surface time. 15%
triggered. One of the only personalities that can surface when he is called, Vee doesn't seek the light.
distinguished by. The only personality without 20/20 vision, he wears his glasses when they have them handy - if not he can be found squinting to adjust his vision. He also has an English accent, speaking in a completely different dialect than the other fragments.
personality. mild-mannered, Vee is one of the more stable of the fragments. He is burdened by the knowledge of the serpent, often getting lost in his own mind and dissociating even while maintaining the light. He spends a lot of his team researching the uses of Naga Blood, concocting all sort of potions. While lucid he has a quick wit and an edge that others find amusing, though he considers himself a pacifist.
style. The only male-identifying fragment out of those on the surface, he has the most contrast closet to the other personalities. He prefers slacks and a pull over with a pair of comfortable shoes.

adtnl notes. Can be found foraging for ingredients for potions, enjoys to do it under the moonlight so they can look up at the stars.Often comes across snakes while out, bringing them home to add to the family. Surfaces every night to tend to all of their snakes, indoors and outdoors.



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name. mack
category. the under
pronouns. she/her
sexuality. aro

surface time. 2%
triggered by. intense feelings of anger, being threatened.
distinguished by. Her voice gargles with demonic resonance, potential to create a sonic boom.
personality. Only surfacing under intense circumstances, she is anger incarnate for Tanvi. Can be talked down, usually wants to go back to the under but has to fight to keep Sawyer away.
style. n/a

adtnl notes. Mack daddy, Mack truck - pray that all you get is the bit cos’ that bark can pack a punch. Their presence is usually a result of a fight or flight response from one of the other fragments so is usually coming out ready to fight. Especially protective of Pari and Babygirl, quick to step in when they think someone is trying to take advantage of their need for human connection. Doesn’t necessarily like the surface so they aren’t keen to stay in the light for too long.



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name. babygirl
category. the under
pronouns. she/her
sexuality. unknown

surface time. 2%
triggered by. intense feelings of inadequecy or fear.
distinguished by. Has a speaking pattern of a small child.
personality. Stunted in ever kind of way, Babygirl has mental and emotional capacity of a child. Prone to crying, her cries can reach a pitch that makes one's ears bleed
style. n/a

adtnl notes. One of the only fragments that experiences unbridled joy. Although when you ask her age she claims to be the same age as the other fragments, she behaves more like a child. The other fragments are especially protective of babygirl. Anyone who hurts babygirl incurs wrath of all of the fragments as she represents their inner child.



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name. henry
category. the under
pronouns. he/his
sexuality. unknown

surface time. 1%
triggered by. A sudden opportunity to make money quick.
distinguished by. Speaks like a car salesman.
personality. Always has a get rich quick scheme they want to pitch you, comes out when they need to haggle a price or negotiate a deal.
style. n/a

adtnl notes. Often underestimated, Henry is an expert negotiator. Though Henry isn’t ever around in the interest of forming relationships, he develops his own opinions on the people they meet on the surface regardless of what the other fragments might say about them.



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name. bunny
category. the under
pronouns. her/hers
sexuality. rampant

surface time. 4%
triggered by. Finds her moments, usually when one of the other personalities lose control.
distinguished by. Has a swanky walk, sultry gaze and full pout.
personality. Made up of pure desire, Bunny is only interested in one thing - lust. She is usually only in the light for a short amount of time. Easily manipulated, she’s one of the easier fragments to manage even if she can be a handful.
style. She doesn’t get much time to go shopping or dress herself but she is partial to Katari’s closet.

adtnl notes. Her beguiling aura is innate, a piece of her empathic abilities isolated away. By keeping their lust incarnate locked away, it’s easier for them to not allow things like desire cause them to shift. Prone to surfacing while another fragment is climaxing,their presence is usually brief.



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name. Sawyer
category. the under
pronouns. her/hers
sexuality. n/a

surface time. 1%
triggered by. The other personalities do their best not to allow Sawyer to escape. When there is a shift for control, Sawyer tries every time which usually results in multiple personalities wrestling the light from her.
distinguished by. She doesn't usually stick around long enough to get recognized, pretty easily able to fool those around her she's just regular ole' Tanvi.
personality. Able to replicate the human condition nearly perfectly, but anything but. A true monster, they are a living embodiment of every intrusive thought Tanvi has had over the years. Fueled by sick desires, their entire purpose is to try to sate their blood lust.
style. clothing is the least of her worries, but if she has the time to dress she choses something simple - better not to stand out and garner attention.

adtnl notes. Sawyer first surfaced years ago, determine to be the one who held the light. She was violent and deceptive and calculated, leaving their parents actually fearing for their lives.Tanvi helps make sure they take their prescribed dosage to suppress Sawyer and make it more difficult for them to surface.



name. the fates
role. seers
category. the deep
pronouns. they/them
sexuality. n/a

surface time. 0%
triggered by. Too powerful to ever be forced to the surface by any trigger, though they have chosen to a total of three times in all of their previous lives.
distinguished by. When they surface they turn the eyes of the Naga white, altering their voice for each sister.
personality. Burdened by the sight, the sisters are unable to interact with reality. They speak in riddles, only able to translate glimpses aloud. (*adt. notes were sisters to the original hag and were cursed by the serpent into this life upon it’s escape.)
style. n/a

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name. the hag
role. the original naga.
category. the deep
pronouns. she/hers
sexuality. n/a

surface time. 0%
triggered by. Too powerful to ever be forced to the surface by any trigger, has never surfaced though she has interacted with Pari and the Fates in the under.
distinguished by. Should the hag ever surface, she'd be able to innately summon an illusion that would have her appear as her fully formed self - an old haggard hideous woman.
personality. The original Naga, the cursed one. Cursed to guard the serpent's cage for eternity, she has been isolated as long as her prisoner. Driven mad by the passage of time, carrying the knowledge of each lifetime all while battling the serpent to keep him in his cage. Tunnel vision has made her one-track minded, willing to go to whatever circumstances to keep the serpent in it's cage.
style. n/a

adtnl notes.



name. the serpent
role. prisoner
category. the deep
pronouns. he/his
sexuality. n/a

surface time. 0%
triggered by. Caged and guarded by the Hag, only a catastrophic event could ever create enough chaos to aid the serpent's escape.
distinguished by. Should the serpent surface, it would transform the Naga physically. The skin changes to a golden hue, their eyes a blood red - both radiating a soft glow. Their hair transforms into a head of snakes, writhing around snapping at each other.
personality. An ancient piece of power, cursed and left to fester - the serpent is pure chaotic energy. After generations of only knowing pain, it is all it knows now.
style. n/a

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So begins...

Tanvi Pari Katari's Story

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Character Portrait: Briar Ambrose Character Portrait: Tanvi Pari Katari Character Portrait: Iris Mehr Character Portrait: Jamie Day
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song x xx hex #2A6041
.calledby. vee
.prounouns. he/his
.location. university campus, professor’s housing

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The mornings were always for Vee. He was an early riser, no matter how little sleep the other fragments might have allotted for them the night before. They started every morning with an herbal remedy, courtesy of doc Ziran - made in that same mug Arlo had thrifted when they first moved to the city. It was the perfect shape to fit in their hands, warming them up.

Their room hadn’t changed much since highschool. It always felt like they never really moved away from home, no matter how many night’s they’d spend nights elsewhere or how many of their things they moved over. Vee had laid claim to a corner of the room, surrounding his desks with stacks of bins he had fashioned into habitats for some of his snakes. None of them were in need of a feeding, but he liked to take turns pulling them out for some individual attention.

“Mornin’, Perlita.” Vee smiled, fishing out the orange snake from the aspen shavings it had burrowed itself within. Perlita sleepily coiled herself around his hand as he lifted her from the vivarium, her tongue flicking towards him. He brought the snake to his chest, she slithered around his neck, partially obscured by the mess of his curls.

“Will you be joining the morning hunt?” He asked her, grabbing his mug and a small bin tucked under his night stand as he slipped on a pair of slides.

“Vee? Is that you?” His mother called from her bedroom.

“Yes, amma.” Vee hollered back, throwing on an oversized jacket. He tucked a book under his arm, sliding his portable radio over his shoulder. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to have my tea by the grove.”

“Okay….do you want breakfast?”

“I’m not really hungry, but thank you.” Vee said, already knowing that when he’d come back his mom will have prepared an entire plate for him. His parents never missed an opportunity to be overbearing.

The actual college campus was far enough away that Vee didn’t have to worry about running into any of his classmates. On this edge of the campus it was just residential housing for the staff and their family. He kept the volume on his radio low, Tkay Maidza’s new hit playing quietly as he cut across his neighbor’s yard.They’d lived there since they were a teenager, even when they moved to the dorms it still just kind of felt like their hometown more than anything. No one even questioned when they saw Vee crossing their lawns, clad in an oversized bomber jacket, a sports bra, a pair of shorts and slides with bedhead that was out of this world - it was just part of the neighborhood charm at this point.

Before he even reached the grove he could see the grass begin to shift as the snakes slithered toward him. He didn’t know if they could just hear his footsteps or if they were just always around waiting for him, either way they never failed to greet him. He sat atop a tree stump, the garter snakes gathering around his feet.

“Okay, I know - you guys aren’t really here for me.” He pouted, opening the lid to the box and tossing out it’s contents. The crickets jumped in all different directions, the snakes following suit. Some lingered behind, their bellies full and preferring to linger by Vee’s side. He reached down, giving each one attention. Perlita slid down towards his hand, Vee frowning and placing her back around his neck. “Now, Perlita - you’ve had your turn. It’s Hattie and Frank’s turn now.”

After making sure everyone who wanted attention got it, he settled into place with his tea and book. The other fragments would often mock how he choose to spend his time in the light: mostly isolated, usually when their mind was falling asleep or waking up. It’s just when his mind lit up, there was no way of explaining it. He always enjoyed the company of snakes best. They enjoyed the stillness in his silence.

“Vee,” His mother’s voice rang clear through her telepathic link. “Your breakfast will get cold soon, come home.”

Vee sighed, debating radio silence before sending back a dutiful. “Yes, amma.”

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outfit x xx song x xx hex #2A6041
.calledby. katari
.prounouns. she/hers
.location. university campus

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“So - what are we wearing today?” Katari asked the other fragments as she stood in front of the mirror, holding up her favorite selections. She rarely actually took any of their suggestions into account but if she played nice enough, Tanvi wouldn’t snatch a hold of the light as a way to defuse conflict.

“We can change tonight before we go to the party, let’s just wear something comfy for school.” Pari said, making their arm twitch towards a cotton sweater.

“Come on - it’s the solstice. We have to look cute.” Katari yanked their hand back, turning back to her corner of the wardrobe. She could sense the tension in the silence, rolling her eyes as she pulled together an outfit she knew the other fragments would agree on. “What about this?”

The echoed in agreement, Katari throwing the clothes on the bed and sitting at her vanity. She supposed it was Pari’s as well - though Katari was the only one out of them who was good at make up. Opting for a simpler look to appease her other senses of self, she just put on a bit of liner and some lashes. She debated taking a stab at their hair but opted to leave it for later so it was fresh for the party, throwing it into a messy high bun instead.

She paused for a moment, sending out a few texts while she still held the light. The last text was more Pari, but Katari didn’t mind sending it on her behalf.

“I can’t believe you’re still making us go to classes today. I mean, it’s solstice day!” Katari complained to Tanvi, adjusting their clothes in the mirror debating between a cute boot or some oxford loafers. Just as she reached for the boot, Tanvi took hold opting for the loafers instead. Katari stumbled back into the under, grumbling the way down.

“If I’m going to be walking around in the shoes all day, I’m going to pick them.” Tanvi said plainly, lacing up the shoes tight.

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charlie hudson
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The sunlight didn’t usually wake Charlie, but the persistent sliver of sun falling on her face through the smallest gap in her blackout curtains was enough to rouse her that morning. Well, at first, she got to her feet and pulled the curtains shut again and went back to bed, but her brain had decided that she was awake and she wasn’t getting back to sleep, as much as she may have wished. So she got up and made her way to her tiny kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee.

Even if the solstice itself was the big event, the city tended to buzz for a day or two beforehand. And while Charlie had gotten lucky in getting the solstice itself off, she’d still been rushed off her feet the night before. It had been worth it, she’d made a significant amount in tips and she’d only had to throw out a handful of patrons. But she also had not needed the rude awakening the morning had brought.

She jumped slightly as the shadows behind her couch moved and yelled at her, before Solaris trotted into the kitchen. The cat wound herself around Charlie’s legs as Charlie measured the food out into her bowl. However, Lissie chose to ignore the food and instead sat and stared at Charlie.

“You know, I’m pretty sure normal cats don’t like Fey Berries,” Charlie remarked. “Come on then.” She poured her cereal into her bowl and she poured milk into her cereal and coffee, before heading back into her bedroom, Lissie trotting behind her. As Charlie sat back on the bed, Lissie perched on her legs and began batting at her spoon.

By the time she’d finished her coffee, Lissie had had her few Fey Berries, and she’d read through a few pages of the research she’d found in the past few days, she was starting to feel a bit more awake and a bit better about everything. Or, at least, awake enough to take in the city for a few hours in search of vintage gems.




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Jamie tended to try and sleep through the day as much as possible. It was stereotypical, he knew, but as far as he was concerned, nothing exciting ever happened in daylight. And besides, the daytime wasn’t worth the itchy, stubborn rash that came with exposure to too much sunlight. But unfortunately, as so often happened, his insomnia won out. He’d gotten three hours sleep, and apparently his body had decided that was plenty. He rolled out of bed and went to the fridge, cracking open a bottle of FauxFizz and sitting down at the desk, opening up his laptop. It was the newest DwarvenTech model; not as pretty and as streamlined as the FeyTech, but more affordable and it could better handle the heavy editing software he used.

He glanced up as his phone buzzed with a text. He smirked as he saw it was Katari.

To: katari (?)
hell yes. pre-game at mine?


The Solstice was the biggest event of the year, with the biggest parties of the year. Jamie had gotten one or two invitations to big, fancy parties, but he’d turned them down in favour of a party at Arlo’s. Sure, big parties were good for exposure and for showing off on social media, but they weren’t as fun. They were too polished, too surface-clean. And Jamie was feeling the darker side of things tonight. Just like every night.

He should have been used to working on three hours sleep, but for some reason, he still couldn’t focus on the screen for long. He had emails he needed to reply to, bookings to sort out. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. If he couldn’t sleep, why couldn’t he at least be fully awake? He stood up and went to the kitchen, staring into the cupboard. He was going to be responsible for at least a few hours, he told himself, if only so he could properly enjoy the party later, and so he brewed one of the teas Briar had brought him with the cheery promise of keeping him awake when he wanted to be awake. He glanced at his phone. Only a few hours until the party started, he told himself. Only a few hours to get through.

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I R I S X M E H R
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After arriving late into the city the night before, Iris had ended up going to a bar for some shots. She wasn’t normally the type to just spontaneously party or drink, but after the rough day she had with losing some of the animals, she just wanted to get out of her funk. Part of her just needed some distraction to take her mind off of it. She didn’t want to reach out to her friends because she didn’t need the ‘you’re amazing’ and the ‘you will save them next time.’ All she really needed was some good old-fashioned fun.

Which undoubtedly she could invite Briar, Pari or Jamie, but part of her just wanted to immerse herself with strangers and people who didn’t know her, so she could just do whatever she wanted without someone to remind her in the morning.

The shots at the bar turned into her walking across the street to the club. The club was where she danced most of the night away and drinking. She doesn’t recall much else of the night.

So when her eyes finally fluttered open with it feeling as though someone was strangling her brain she slowly realized she wasn’t in her own apartment. Her eyes went wide for a second and she was afraid to turn over to see who it was. Slowly she began to pull the blanket off of her and gently beside her as she tried to get up without waking up whoever was next to her.

It took awhile, but the blonde had managed to get out of bed and was tip toeing around the room trying to find her clothes, but all she could really find was her dress. Regardless, she slipped it on and she began to walk out the bedroom door. The snores were still audible by the guy in the bed next to her, good she thought as she headed towards the bathroom to fix her hair up a little bit and after found her purse.

Just as she was about to leave with her heels in hand ready for her walk of shame moment the guy spoke up.

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When she finally got to her apartment she locked the door behind her and threw her keys and purse on the table beside the door and dropped her heels to the floor.

Grabbing water and some ibuprofen she collapsed onto her couch taking both the pills and the water, before slipping into a slumber.

She woke up to the little ding on her phone, it was a message from Pari asking if she were back in town yet. Her eyes struggled to focus on the bright screen as she tried to hit the right buttons to reply back to her friend.

“Got in late, went to a bar, SOS.” It wasn’t that coherent, but she did manage to insert the crying laughing emoji before she plopped her phone on her stomach. She probably needed to eat something, but that would be a later issue when she decided to get up off the couch.