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NPCs - The Raven's Loft

The varous NPCs of Raven Home.

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a character in “The Gilded Cage - Slaves in need”, as played by Oborosen

Description

The halls of Raven Home are full of a multitude of creative and destructive individuals. All who follow the word of the house master Kenner and all who have their own ambitions in this life they lead. Some will be added sooner then later and others may only be heard from a scant few times before being sent on their way, but all have a purpose and a necessary part to play in the grand scheme of things.


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Chlorra Ruma'rask:
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Hair: n/a
Skin: coal
Eyes: n/a
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Seen throughout the house as a black clad woman. Chlorra has been a facet of Raven Home for as long as people in Amesha can recall, though that would only account for those that actually know of her. In fact there is heavy debate to the fact that Chlorra might not actually be a woman at all, save for having any accountable gender. She has served as both Raven Home' caretaker and warden. With all of the guards, instructors and servants reporting to her of any happenings that transpire. While below the lower levels of the house she sits at the head of the jailers that maintain the pens, crypts and cages of those held within.

Very few have publicly stood against her and even fewer have done so in her presence. The last indication was a count, who called her out while at banquet in the crown city. Only for her to show within several minutes of the declaration and the count, in his drunken stupor. Did not have the good knowledge to deny a duel with her, to which she removed his sword arm before he could even draw steel on her. The duel negating any legal retributions that the city could wield towards her. Though this did nothing to lower the already immense ire that those in the Crown city's ruling cast harbor for her and her master.

Normally Chlorra is seen wearing a black, form fitting dress. With silver, or gold bangles adoring her arms and with a ceramic mask adorning her face. To this date, none have seen the face that resides underneath. though it could be that such knowledge is well known within the walls of Raven Home and they are especially adept at keeping it to themselves.

Misha & Masha Balaur
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Hair: platinum/blonde
Skin: fair
Eyes: blue
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Two of the most curious members of Raven Home. Misha & Masha arrived several decades ago and have been the primary tutors for the musical arts of the house for more than a hundred years and it was recently believed that they had vacated their positions. This was up until an envoy coming from the crown city managed to take shelter in Raven Home after a massive blizzard had managed to ravage most of the countryside. She was more than lucky enough to receive the house' hospitality, with very little need, or request to pay it back and was lucky enough to sneak a glimpse of the two at work. Only realizing that the two she witnessed had in fact been who she originally seen.

The twins as they are both referred to, in most cases outside of Raven Home. Look s though to still be in their early teens. Both sharing very similar features despite being of the different sex and both sharing a similar tone in voice. Misha to her declaration is the oldest sibling of the two. While her brother is the younger by only a few minutes. Which is also a common boasting credit for her in the case when one can hear them bicker. Which is something they routinely do, being siblings and all.

While the two have remained members of Raven Home for some time. It is still unknown how they've remained children for so long. Though given the state of things, it's quite possible that they're monsters in disguise, afflicted by some sort of curse, or they have been using some form of assistance to keep themselves young. Betting pools for such things can be found in several inns and pubs around Amesha. Something that the two can be heard joking about from time to time as well.

Aemon Davros
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Hair: brown
Skin: olive
Eyes: hazel
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Aemon is a sad tale that has been known across Amesha for some time now. After loosing his wife and daughter to war, he spent his last decade rummaging across the country for a reason to his life and eventually found his way to the employ of Lord Kenner. Though a doctor by birth and privilege, Aemon never loved what his family had been doing for the last several generations. So in an effort to remove himself from his home life, he joined the armed forces of his home country on the western coast and plied his trade as a man of health to help as much as possibly, while searching for his own path. Despite being a doctor, Aemon has developed a very powerful affinity for alchemy over the last few years and is one of the primary figures to be contacted when it comes to whatever could afflict the human body.

Aemon is as down to earth of an individual that one can find. He is calm, collected and kind in equal order. Though there have been several occasions when he was forced to defend himself. Being one of the more notable characters of Raven Home. He has need to travel between cities from time to time, with mixed results. Because one of the many things that comes with being a member of such a house. The notoriety of which is by no means the least of those aspects.

Aemon is usually dressed like he was back in his militant years, with simple and serviceable attire. Meant both for work and travel on the open roads, though his apothecary bag is one of the most common items he wears. Always hanging off his lower back and usually never out of arms reach.

Captain, Avalon Stern
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Hair: chestnut
Skin: light olive
Eyes: brown
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A long time veteran of the house and youngest to ever be brought into the ranks of Captain. Stern is a firm and constant reminder of what the world outside can bring to fruition, if tender care and even love is applied. Born into a high ranking family among the crown, Stern is the one of his line that did not wish for the prolific abundance of blue blood to be had in that city. Always at odds with his family over his strange "taste" and the way he kept himself, Stern was quick to find solace in the house of Raven Home when offered a position in its walls. By one of its most longest lived members, after he met them on a routine watch with the city guard. Like many of the higher ranking officers within Raven Home, Stern earned his place through sheer will and show of skill. He is one of the only members of the guard to be armed with their own weapon. His being a spiral guarded rapier that was given to him by his patron after joining. all those years ago.

Despite being overtly human and riddled with his own quarks, not many know that Stern's appearance is a side effect of his patron. For the fact that despite being human, Stern is not young in the least and without foreknowledge, one would not know that he is nearing his first century.

Stern stands at six feet flat and possesses a rather lithe frame for his choice of vocation. In fact one can say that his form is overtly feminine and that even his facial features lean heavily in that direction. A fact that has garnered him some strange reputation in the walls of Raven Home, though others would be normally unwilling to voice opinions on this. As his skill and tenacity are two things that can easily put someone in their place.

Anton & Phillipe Russ
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Hair: black
Skin: tan
Eyes: dark/blue
--- -Phillipe
Hair: auburn
Skin: fair
Eyes: green
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One of the newer members of Raven Home, Anton and his adopted daughter Phillipe were once a very well known name among the merchant district of the capital. A place were Anton plied his talents as a healer and Phillipe, despite her young age proved to be one, if not the best healers in the city. However a vast rift was formed between them and the merchants guild when they began giving more and more of their services to the impoverished of the city, an act that was almost vilified by the several new charters assigned that year. They eventually were forced to leave the city and some even say they were hunted by hired hands from the merchants guild itself.

No one really knows how they came to be in the employ of Master Kenner, but from what can be gathered from hearsay, it is believed that Anton is indebted to Kenner somehow and while not overly displaying the fact. He garners some amount of animus towards the master for some reason.

Anton is notable as a man in his early 40s, his auburn hair starting to form lite silvery streaks around the bands and sides. While Phillipe being in her early teens, can be seen keeping her hair tied back into three massive braids. Held together at the base with a large silver ring.
The two work within Raven Homes apothecary, tending to the many wounds and ails that might afflict another house member.

Agnus Dei
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Hair: n/a
Skin: n/a
Eyes: n/a
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Agnus comes from a land far across the sea. One where art and expression were the pinnacle of life and the full pursuit of daily living for everyone. All citizens of their country followed one aspect of art in the very least. This made their art and culture one of the most extravagant for celebrating all forms of expression.

Unfortunately this culminated in the entire civilization crumbling under its own weight. After years of reveling in the most artistic forms of expression and personal excess. The people of that land began to fall into deep states of moral depravity and social degradation the likes that have never been seen again. More over the likes that would forever remain unspoken and in some cases forbidden to other higher societies. Agnus's family line were specialized in the art of music and that form of devotion was so strong that it left a lasting mark on her and her siblings. One that was not only mental, but physical in nature and now she spends her days in an especially designed section of the house. Practicing her art and only conversing lightly with other members of the house, save for her teacher and caretakers.

Only on very limited occasions is Agnus going to be found outside her quarters and in more limite moments does she play for anyone outside the house. Though she does have a following among the noble class, no one has ever spoken to her and those that hear here play are left impacted by the experience for some time after.

It is only speculate, but many of those whole dwell on the topic believe that she wears such a concealing attire. Is because of the highly questionable breeding practices that ran rampant in her homeland. Either her physical health has degenerated to a point that she is extremely frail, or her appearance is deformed due to said practices.

Alia Gormma & Peach
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Purna Nicene

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Alia looked at the young elf as she turned and giggled slightly. The jingle of the metallic wring coming through the grill on her mask, making a small harmonic tune. "I'm sure you'd have no issue coming to terms here. Many do and very few ever really have problems, even after coming from hard lives." She looked across towards the other door and approached it, setting her head to the wood. She gave a small sigh as she wrapped her knuckles against the wood twice. Only a rumble of noise to come barreling towards it. "Found her" Alia exclaimed as the door swung open and Peach came hopping through, spreading bits of cut paper, in varying colors.

Stood there with a gated stance, still somewhat heavy with breath as she rushed out. Apparently being caught in the middle of doing something and that something was apparently the making of a small sign, complete with colored streamers and leafy tassels.

The sign read "Welcome to your new home Sela.." in what appeared to be a stylized form of elven script.

So stylized in fact that it was somewhat hard to read at fist glance. While there she stood holding it out in front of her as proudly as she could. It took a moment for Selakir to even register that he made opposite of her was no longer wearing her veil and the reason for the script became even more apparent. Because she was apparently an elf as well. All smiles with bright turquoise eyes and straight blonde hair that looked to touch the small of her back.

Though it was obvious that she was a different kind of elf at one point in her life, then Selakir was. Her ears were longer, yet they've been clipped back at one point to be shorter. Like what someone would've done with certain breeds of dog. Her skin was flawless, save for a long faded scar that transected her mouth from one side and curved down her throat. Making it apparent why she used a form of sign language to speak and her appearance was complete with a wide smile. Revealing three silver teeth at the point where the scar touched her lip.

Alia spoke up as Peach took another breath, almost waiting to exhale on the instance. "It's very pretty Peach. But you really didn't have to go to such lengths."

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Purna smirked with Akhira's movements, still working at her art. "There is no real need to be worried. She is just as locked to the rules as the rest of us and if you were to get comfortable here. You'd find that the rules are there for your own benefit in most cases." The scaled woman gave a slight hiss as Purna began to move her needle across the rear of the arm. Apparently a tender bit of flesh was to be found there.

She glances back over at Akhira for a moment, as if to examine her slightly. "The ribbon you wear is a sign of your station here, just like everyone else's and given what you've been donned with. Given enough time, you'll be allowed to leave on trips that usually dignitaries are only sent on. Even being allowed to leave of your own accord, so long as you come back to check in from time to time." She slows her work after that and even places her tools back on the stool next to her.

"It's really not that bad." She says as she begins to wash the excess ink from her hands. "You could be much worse off at the very least. I'd for one never want to be just a maid, or a servant. Though I make no assumption that their lives are worse than mine." She switches the needles on her tool and begins to bathe them in ink all over again.

"If you really want to see how bad it could be. I would suggest taking a look at those poor souls downstairs before making such brash decisions."

Babble

Gia looked down at Babble, not paying much heed to the glass in her hand. With the water inside swirling around for some time. Like it was just a solemn moment that happened in an everyday event.
Gia tilted the glass forward slightly, dripping several droplets upon his cheek to see if he would take interest.

The water slows in it's spinning and the glass eventually gets sat down next to his side. Where it was before all of this began. The maid begins to reach forward, going for his shoulders. Only for a voice to call out from beyond the food of the bed.

"That would be enough Gia." It was Anton. Staring down the bed at Babble, his eyes leering past Gia in all matters.

"Babble I presume... do you have anything to add aside from playing with one of my orderlies?"

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Babble

Water drops. Like rain drops in a way. Also kind of like blood drops. They all fell in a pitter-patter, ran in trails and spilt over the cup's rim be it the cup of glass, cup of sky or cup of flesh. Today's cup was of glass but who knew what the future held. It wasn't particularly hard to guess though. Rain, water and blood all flowed readily here. That much he was certain.

Such thoughts of blood were what occupied Babble's mind as the cool sensation of fluid sat upon his face. Beads most resonant sitting atop the ever moving mask of blood flush skin fastened tight by the muscles which groaned and pulled. Ever so slightly audible the sound of such red fluid being pushed through the arteries could be heard alongside the distant pulling of muscle tissue.

He watched the nurse move towards him only to be halted by the voice coming down the hall. The voice of an older man, one of a certain confidence regarding his own instruction. Perhaps the tone of a scholarly sort, probably in a medical field though whether magic was involved was not made readily known by the sound itself.

"Babble I presume... do you have anything to add aside from playing with one of my orderlies?"

"Oh, we've never been good at math. Adding, subtracting, multiplying, dividing. This wretched shell couldn't even operate an abacus without getting his head stuck in the rows." The true voice of the doctor spoke back to it's owner. Babble nodded in agreement with it's assessment of him or rather his detached assessment of himself.

"If the worthless bag of bones may be so presumptuous he would suspect you to be a, hmm... Doctor? Doctor, yes, hmmm... Dooctoorr. Hmhmhmhm. A doooctooorrr... Yes?"

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Akhira

As the door before Akhira slowly swung open, she was greeted by the same smells and flavors that she was able to detect from before. Before her was what looked to be one of the same dining halls that she'd seen prior to this one. Though the room just wasn't as wide, possessing three tables instead of the four that the last one had.

Two small groups were gathered here and it seemed to be mostly house staff that were congregating. Two men, or what looked to be as such. Thanks to the clothing that all of them wore, the usual shape of one's body probably wasn't going to be enough here. Though the third in the group was obviously a woman, about the same height as Akhira was now. Though she still wore the face covering of a maid. But all three were dressed in what appeared to be dark blues, and they were each made up in serving attire. Lightly tanned aprons that fit the form of their outfits, some with small discolorations and smears. Attesting to what it was they'd been doing.

The other group in the back of the room occupied more space. Three children arguing over a large plate of sweets, the boy of the group trying to bargain with the two girls who were attempting to edge him out of his share.
The four older individuals were having their own discussion. Two men and another woman, all with a blue ribbon around their arm. Save for the last woman, possessing a green and who was apparently copying notes from a large book in front of her.

As Akhira's eyes scanned the room. One of the servers in the first group turned their head towards her. Causing the other two to do so as well. The woman too her lead and beckoned her in through the door.

Babble

Anton smile as Babble responded, looking over his arms as they sat on top of the covers.

"Doctor?.. Yes that would be a perfectly fine distinction to make. Though you'll be hard pressed to find something like the hippocratic oath here." He reached down and took Babble's right arm into hand, coming around that side of the bed as he did so. "I can see that you're... that Babble, is in need of some care, or is remaining so handicapped a preferable state?"