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Wyran Lalunis

"Shall I sing a song for you?"

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a character in “The Gilded Cage - Slaves in need”, as played by fate0013

Description

~ Wyran ~





✖ Full Name ✖
: Wyran "Snowfeather" Lalunis
✖ Age ✖: 22
✖ Gender ✖: Male
✖Classification✖: Slave - Orange ribbon
✖ Race✖: Albino feathered Fey
✖Orientation✖: Heterosexual
✖ Alignment✖: Neutral Good




✖ Physical Description ✖: Standing Roughly 5'9" and weighing only 96.lbs on behalf of his hollow bones. Wyran is a thin and graceful creature. to put it simply. Everyone can agree that the young man is gorgeous. A member of the Feyfolk, he has an unnatural grace about him that is reminiscent of a summer breeze. Wyran in particular is a Fey of the feathered breed, which is recognizable due to the feathers sprouting from his forearms, lower legs, and a few other areas such as behind his ears, an the full set of tail feathers. He also possesses a collar of fluffy fur that starts from the base of his neck, almost like a mane. This fur along with his hair are silky to touch and as soft as down feathers. Leading many to mistake both as being made of feathers. As an albino of his species, all of Wyran's feathers, hair and skin are a perfect snow white, the only real color visibly in his bright Ruby eyes. Striking features aside, Wyran's overall form is similar to an androgynous elf with more elongated pointed ears and much wider eyes. Granted his face has much softer features. The Fay's body type is on pare with a gymnasts, lean and toned muscles yet not too visible. Wyran's most out of place trait has to be the sharp, shark like teeth hidden behind delicate lips. A full grin from him has caused quite a few to have minor heart attacks.

✖Common Attire✖: He keeps his fine hair relatively short yet somewhat shaggy. Wyran prefers to wear clothing made from light materials and for them to be in natural, simple patters. Most clothing has to be tailored so that they do not get in the way of his feathers. He likes blues, greens, and earthy browns.

✖ Personality ✖: Wyran has always been at heart a kind and gentle soul. Quite timid, he often feels as if others are of more value than himself and thus will rarely speak up. This causes him to become fairly nervous at times when put on the spot. Most times he finds the company of animals more present and inviting then any of the more humanoid races. Wyran does in fact become more comfortable with people and his environment if given time to adjust. Though his tendency to easily become flustered and embarrassed often leads to bad first impressions and causes others to dismiss him as a complete nervous wreck. In reality, Wyran is surprisingly hard-working, smart, and dedicated. And if given patience, is able to do what is asked of him to the best of his ability. Many who invest the time and effort into gaining his trust always find a loyal and honest friend out of him. Rarely does anyone have anything negative to say of him once such trust is found.




✖ Likes ✖:
  • Meat - Doesn't matter if its raw or not
  • Music - He often can be found humming along
  • Shiny objects and trinkets - Has a love for Silver
  • Being outside - more at home in natural environment
  • Mimicking voices, sounds, and singing
  • Fresh and healthy foods - its all he can eat
  • Star gazing - he likes to name constellations
✖ Dislikes ✖:
  • Sudden loud noises - He gets startled easily
  • Cats - They don't like him either
  • When its too hot - feathers and high body heat don't help
  • Lemon - He's allergic
  • Being lied too - Who on earth would enjoy it?
  • Rain - makes it hard to fly
  • Raccoon's - Don't ask






✖ Flaws ✖:
  • Can be easily distracted
  • Has a somewhat poor memory
  • Able to be bribed with promises of food or trinkets
  • Gets drunk easily
  • "Addicted" to anything with Honey or Cream
✖ Fears ✖:
  • Iron - It badly burns his skin
  • Fire
  • Salt - Burns just as bad as iron does
  • Being alone again
  • Having his feathers plucked out





✖Powers/Attributes✖:
Magic- As a Fey, he is naturally gifted in the ways of magic, but has little practice in the art. He does show aptitude with wind magic. He has not yet put much thought into furthering his learning in the craft, but willing if the opportunity presents itself.
Shape changing - Wyran is not too skilled in his peoples art of shifting, but he has the ability to morph his arms into fully functional wings and achieve flight long periods of flight.
Voice - Most noticeably is that Wyran has an uncanny singing voice with incredible range. And is even able to mimic the voices of others.
Vanish - Wyran is capable of disappearing completely for short periods of time. unfortunately this ability is useless when bound or indoors.
Blinking - Known among Feyfolk as "The long step." This is the magical ability to mentally teleport short distances. The restrictions to this ability though are that he must be able to see where he is going, not be bound, and can only travel within ten ft.




✖ History✖: Far across the sea and deep in a landlocked forest resides many of the Feyfolk and their cousins. It was in a small village near the edge of this great forest were Wyran had been born.
As an albino of his race, Wyran has had a hard life from the day of his birth. All but shunned by his family, being seen as an ill omen by many. He spent the majority of his life isolated, since making friends was next to impossible for him. For a while, his only real friends were animals from the forest his village resided in. Playing with wolves, singing along with the birds. Eventually, he was able to find friends among the other fairy races rather then his own kind, though it took a great amount of effort. He began to have a normal life in the forest, spending his days at play while gazing at the millions of stars at night. For a while, he was truly happy.

Wyran's days of happiness lasted for years passed his childhood. All the way up until one fateful night as he and his friends were about to return home. They all were ambushed. Being still young meant they had little means of fending off their kidnappers. Wyran had even been knocked out during the struggle. The last thing he saw where masked men netting and caging his friends as his vision slowly faded to black.
When he finally awoke, dawn was breaking and his head still hurt ever so slightly. he found himself in a cage with iron bars in what appeared to be some sort of swaying room. Alone once again and terrible frightened, the poor fay curled up on the cage floor and waited. Hearing the voices of who he assumed to be his kidnappers. He strained to listen until hearing the name of their destination. Wyran's heart sank. Wyran was on a ship. He was at sea. Knowing that with every passing second, he was moving further and further away from home.

Days passed by. He had given up all hope. When suddenly he heard a large commotion up on the deck of the ship. There was a tremendous roar when a giant hole blasted through the ships haul. Wyran struggles to find his bearing as he saw men trying to restrain a terrifying beast like none he had ever seen before. Realization struck him when he saw that there was enough space for him to escape his cage. Without a moments thought, Wyran sprouted his wings and flew from the cage and as far as he possible could from the ship. When had they made port? It maters not, Wyran just flew away as far as he could. After reaching a safe distance from his former captures. It had become painfully obvious that he was not in a familiar land. Within the next three days, he had discovered the land he was in was none other then Amesha. The poor wary Fey was tired, scared, and had no way back to his home. It was on the forth day that Wyran came to his grim conclusion. He had nowhere to go. And with only one apparent option before him. On his fifth day in the country of Amesha, Wyran walked to the doors of Raven House and gave himself to become a slave.

So begins...

Wyran Lalunis's Story

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On this Tuesday evening it was a day not like many others of the year in Amesha, the sun was blocked from the sky and winds lay cold as they drifted across the open fields before Raven Home. Much of the week before it had been all the same, cold rain and blowing, howling winds that kept even the stoutest of farm hands inside. This weather was slowly becoming the norm it seemed, coming more year after year and only ceasing when the last of Autumn embraced the land. However; those within the vaulted halls of Raven Home remained untouched and unfazed by such events as usual. Their lives revolving around singular needs and desires that they themselves have brought to fruition. Though it is not the lands effects that tempt changed up that great house, but the change of the lands people and in the last few months a small gathering have assembled outside the far gates of the complex. Protesting with their own vision of the world and the way it should, against the long held traditions of one of the oldest establishments in their most beloved land. All the while; as those within remain unchanged by that predicament, even less so then by the weathers current conditions.




Even as the sun had finished rising to meet the middle hours of the day, there still remained no light that could fully break through the clouds and the wind did not cease to blow fervently. The guards posted at the entrance of the could see the whole of the open valley before them and in the distance, the tight iron spec of color was the far gate. Where they knew the outer limit guards must be enjoying their time with the protesters. Those destined for the house however had already arrived not more then half and hour ago and awaited their introduction with the house master.


The foyer of Raven Home was massive, a meeting place were the ceilings were high and the large square room looked as though it accommodate several hundred at least. The dark green marble floor stretched far and the oaken ceiling could be seen it its reflection. Several seating arrangements were organized around the room with comfort in mind, with golden wood finish and cushioned seats of dark fabric. A large stair case extended towards the northern side of the room, going up to the higher floors and on the opposite side, a set of stairs going down. The centerpiece of the room was a large fountain, standing nearly twelve feet high and in the form of a woman, pouring water over herself, from a jug on her shoulder.


The only others in the room besides the guest, were the guards themselves and numbering at six they all seemed to be the same. Though their armor masked the face and bodies, it was still simple to tell man from woman among them. They stood armed with a sword and pistol, with a single set of metallic cuffs hanging on their person. Their armor had small scrawling images engraved on them, which several of the visitors could see possessed some familiar glow and so did their weapons as well.

It had been nearly thirty minutes since they arrive and told that they could await the Master of the house, the older man who spoke to them dressed finely and greeted them well before being on his way out the eastern side of the room. Unlike the others, who came to Raven Home on their of their own accord. The black widow Azai was still bound and chained, those that brought him had hooked his heavy chains to the floor through a anchor with a removable cover. It seemed that this place was not so proper and clean as the outside appearances had shown. In fact; where he stood their seemed to be small red smeared stains on the floor and several scuff marks in the marble. Though faint and repaired over the yeas, there had been many others in a predicament like his own placed here before.

As the mid the mid hour approached, a bell could be heard tolling from within the halls of Raven Home. Its din carrying far through the structure and several guards came in from the opposite door in which the well dressed man left. Three of them and they switched out with three of the other guards in their post. As the other guards left, a figure came walking down the stairs, nearly gliding down as he came down each individual step. He was dressed in white open robes and his hair flowed slowly behind him as he walked, laying eyes on his new guest as he moved. "Welcome to my esteemed home, its always nice to receive new guest.Whe Kenner touches the floor finally, it is then that they can see he is bare foot as he walks towards them and they can feel his eyes on their skin. As if he is appraising them from the moment of meeting them, though there is a hint of admiration in them as well.

Safia Isren

Kenner meets with Safia first and smiles, though his hands do not meet hers. He instead runs them across her shoulders and sides, only stopping for a moment when he pulls her hands up to see her palms. Noticing the faded, but apparent marks of days spent in chains causes a slight wince to come across his face. He rubs a hand down the side of her cheek and smiles back at her with warmth "It seems your parents saw fit to prepare you.. am I right?. No matter, this house does not operate some brashly". His hands lay hers back at her sides and he looks at her one last time before speaking "Blue seems the best choice for now and she is still a young woman as well". At that moment a pair of hands, coming from behind Safia, clasp a thin ring of fabric around her right arm.

Everyone turns at the sound of the startled chirp coming from the young woman as she turns to face the person that was standing behind her. A woman nearly the same height as Kenner, but from that point it was hard to tell anything else. Her attire was a slate black dress that covered her entire body. Complete with a white mask that covered her face and a thin veil of fabric enclosed around her head. Leaving only dark red hair in the shape of a ponytail out of a slit in the back and the shoulders of her body left bare. Her skin was grey and flush and her arms were covered by long gloves that reached up to the bottom of her shoulders. The mask was vacant save for two vaguely eye shaped holes and a slit for the mouth, though which her voice could be heard. Kenner smirked at the response from the room and spoke "This is Chlorra, she will be your caretaker for when I am not around". The woman motioned a greeting slightly, but did not speak and that allowed for Kenner to continue what he was doing.

Luna Marquise Grimm

Kenner approached Luna next and as he got closer she could feel something strange. Being this close to him gave her body a slight sense of revulsion, as if her body were reacting to him in some way and even staring directly at him was becoming difficult with his proximity. It felt almost as though her eyes could start burning, a feeling akin to staring into the sun for too long. Kenner smirked once more as he saw her reaction and he leaned in, grabbing her hand. Which automatically make her flesh want to pull away from where his fingers made contact. "Your blood is betraying you little miss.. black for now, but she has promise". The same pair of arms dart back in from behind her and clasp the black ring of fabric around her right arm.

Wyran Lalunis

The young fay got some more attention then the others, Kenner was slow to inspect him and kept his hands moving at a calm pace. The only time he stopped was when he came to Wyran's neck and held a hand lightly across his throat. He smiles and gives the small fay a rub behind the ear as a treat. "Its been a while since we've had a being like you in this house, but you do possess some remarkable talents. Orange should be a good choice and that means you'll be dealing with Misha and Masha.". The woman behind him giggles suddenly, only to be stopped by her own means. Her voice cuts however, as the others hear it and it may be the reason why she refrains from speaking now. She clasp the small ribbon around his arm and moves on with Kenner.

Azai Laquil

Azai's stature is stunted by the posture he mast take to keep slack in the chains holding him down, but Kenner approaches and inspects him all the same. The cuffs holding his ankles and wrist are all linked to the same large chain, hooked through the anchor in the floor. With a large bit placed in his mouth that someone undoubtedly lost their life placing. Kenner brushes his hair back and looks him over more, feeling the sides of his face and body. "Now lets see that smile shall we.." Kenner reaches up and unlatches the side of the bit that holds the rest of the strap around the back of his head. Even though, strangely, he did not posses the key for the restraints small lock. He grips Azai's head at the back with a strong firm hand and slides the bit out with the other, to allow the man use of his mouth again. He releases Azai and smiles "Black as well, you may be more trouble then your worth young man. However that does not mean we here, are unwilling to try. Chlorra reaches over his side and setting the ribbon around his arm.

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Bowing her head in silent respect to Chlorra to reciprocate her silent greeting, Safiya let a soft smile grow upon her face, despite her faintly hidden fear for her new home, to show her respect as she thought briefly about the warm words that Kenner had spoken to her before turning away from Chlorra to face the front of the room as she dropped her eyes from the staircase in front of her to gaze down at the blue cloth around her arm, her sight of the cloth causing slight confusion to grow within her mind as she knew nothing about what the blue meant. Trailing her eyes away from the cloth to look back over to Kenner as her fear began fading from within her, due to her thoughts of his kind words, she watched as he addressed the rest of the slaves and had Chlorra place their respective colors upon their arms as her confusion continued to grow within her mind, over the meaning of the colors, before looking away from the others to glance back to Kenner for a moment as she lightly rubbed her right wrist with her left hand, her eyes dropping from Kenner to stare down at the scars around her wrists, from the ropes and chains she had endured for years, as she mentally questioned what her parents were preparing her for with the chains and rope if that was not how Raven Home operated. Lifting her eyes from her wrists to look back to Kenner as he spoke about Azai, she listened to his words about the trouble the odd man could cause as she watched Chlorra clasp the black ring of cloth around his arm before shifting her attention back to the black cloth around Luna's arm as she made the assumption that black symbolized the worst of the worst, her thoughts and returning concern causing her to look away from Luna to glance at the orange ring of cloth around Wyran's arm as she attempted to figure out what it and the blue around her arm meant before dropping her eyes from him to stare at the ground as she thought intently about it, the expression of thought obvious upon her face.

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As soon as the graceful male walked away Luna experienced a series of violent tremors and silent gagging of the throat. Only the repulsion to the soft white hair that trailed after him pulled her back to this strange reality, forcing her to blink a few times in order to focus. She instantly began to question why she had such a reaction to him for it was very unlike her. I mean sure she loved a little torturing here and there but what demon didn't, but this.....this pure ...HATRED for him was a demon trait that she was not equipped with. She never loved anyone from the first moment she met them, but she never outright hated one either, and what was that nonsense about her blood betraying her? What did he know about her or her blood? The very thought of him had her wanting to scream, curl unto herself, and arise with bloodlust and axes in tow, but no. She would not give into these newfound emotions and would instead do what she did best, scouting out the area and achieving her goal- learn all its secrets, then get the hell out of dodge before anymore could say the wiser, yes....that is what she would do. Once Luna had calmed herself down she turned her head slightly and listened to the words the male spoke to the others. Most seemed vaguely interesting, especially one other boy who seemed to sport a black ribbon on his arm. The very sight of it made her realize that there was something on her arm as well, and upon looking down, noticed that someone had tightly tied a similar black ribbon to her as well. She had no idea what it meant, only that she and the one tied down were probably similar in some way. She unconsciously nodded as she put this bit of information away in the back of her mind and simply watched what went on around her with a clear state of mind.

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The albino had been as still as a statue while he had been examined by the man, his eyes almost vacant. A shiver running down his spine when fingers came across his throat ever so gently. It had made Wyran a tad nervous when he noticed that he had been given a slight more amount of attention compared to the others. He had held back a purr of sorts when the back of his ear was rubbed. That would have been mortifying if made audible. When the man finally spoke, it had become clear to the young Fay that he was a rare sight of sorts. His ears twitched when he heard giggling. But he quickly forgets of it as he watched the last of the four be inspected and given a black ribbon. Which made two that had been given the color black. Noting how the man was bound so securely, Wyran concluded that the other black ribbon barer must be somewhat dangerous in her own right. He looked at his own ribbon. Orange, like a sunset. His color had something to do with his throat after putting two and two together. He decided not to dwell on it. Since the matter would obviously be brought up later on. Ruby orbs finally turned their gaze over to the first to be inspected. The dark skinned woman who bore the Blue ribbon. Her and himself possessed the only colored ribbons out of all of them. I wonder what hers might mean?
He then let out a sigh. Knowing now that his fate was no longer in his hands. He hoped that having come here willingly would turn out to be a good idea. His many feathers ruffled and puffed up before smoothing themselves again. He wished to e back home, in his own land surrounded by lush forgets and bubbling brooks. A look of longing could easily be seen apon his gentle face, almost making him appear somewhat older. It would not help wishing now. At least here he would be safe, or at least safer then out there, in a country he knew little about. Wyran clasped his hands behind his back and stared off in no particular direction. Awaiting what might happen next.

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Safiya Isren Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Wyran Lalunis Character Portrait: Azai Laquil Character Portrait: Babble
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Azai hated chains. They had no right to confine him this way. He was not a common spider! Who did they think they were, tying him up this way? And where the hell had they brought him? He had never been on a boat and being in this place was unnerving. He wanted to return home and find he safety of his web. He hadn't been able to make his web the whole time he was with these strange creatures. When they had found out he could create the webs, they had placed heavy chains on his wrists to prevent him from spinning them and it was aggravating. He would find a way to make them all pay for their ill treatment of him. No one trifled with a Black Widow.

The young spider tugged, pulled, and forced these creatures to drag him towards the viewing room. He had even managed to slam a couple of them into a wall to cause some injury but none of that was life threatening unfortunately. He took pleasure in the thought that he had killed 5 of these creatures on the boat with well placed bites. Unfortunately, that earned him the large bit that currently rested in his mouth. It made his tongue feel like leather and his throat scratchy. Drool eased out of the corners of his mouth around the bit but his saliva wasn't poisonous so it did him no good. He would have growled if he could when he was finally latched down to the floor. The guards then quickly backed away as Azai fought against his bonds. There was no escape however and he just panted thickly and glared at everyone around him. He had never seen any of these creatures before. They were all standing in a line beside him. Were they enemies to?

He watched cautiously as the man who owned the manor, he assumed, went to each of the creatures beside him, examining them and then having a ribbon placed on their arms. What did these ribbons signify? Azai's amethyst eyes narrowed on the stranger when he stood before him. He was also well aware of the woman that stood behind him. He wanted to turn but the chains didn't provide him with that liberty. He tensed as the man reached towards him then and unlocked the bit. Within moments the stranger had gripped the back of his head and pulled the bit away, allowing him to breath normally again. He swallowed hard, relishing the freedom it provided him. He did hiss at the man however and tried to bite the withdrawing hands but it was futile. His distraction with the man allowed the woman to slide the black ribbon on his own arm before he was aware of the movement. He tried to bite her but she was behind him and her hands far out of reach.

Azai returned his glare to Kenner then. "Release me!" he growled at the man. "I am not a servant and will not bow to the likes of you. Who do you think you are to control me?"

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Safiya Isren Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Wyran Lalunis Character Portrait: Azai Laquil Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft
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Kenner looked behind himself as Chlorra quickly took his side and stood attentive as he spun to face all of the new members of his house. Azai was quick to snap and spit words of control in his effort to have this moment. However Kenner just looked on and the woman at his side made an effort to stifle another giggle, though the emotionless form of the mask made such a guess difficult. Were it not for her hand being raised at the side of her mouth, it would be easy to say she had no reaction to the situation at all.

It took a moment for Kenner to clear his throat and set himself before he spoke "I welcome the four of you to my humble home and I know it may be strange or it may be cruel the fashion of how you ended up here, but that is of no matter now. Your are now my guest, my charges and for all intensive purposes mine in general." He paces in front of the small group as he says this, motioning blankly with his hands, it was obvious that he had done this more the a few times in the past.

"That is not to say, it will be a bad life here."

"You will be given care, a place to call your own and as much love as I and my compatriots can offer."
He scowls for a moment, making sure to point his eyes at the direction of Azai and scan them across the group. "But.. if you fight, if you hurt one of my family, or if you make it a habit of causing trouble. This house will become far less receptive and far less caring. Kenner is quick to drop the harsh look on his face when he finishes talking and is tapped on the shoulder by him companion. Leaning in she moves close to his ear and speaks to him, though far enough below what the four could here her say and with a quick nod from Kenner she steps away heading down stairs.

Kenner smiles as he watches her go and returns to the group after she disappears from sight. "You may have noticed the ribbons on your arms, those are to determine your path here in Raven Home, however it is not a definite path that your lives will take. There will always be masters, whose taste far exceeds their need in a slave. As a warning, you cannot take the ribbons off and they will even stay on should your remove your clothing. Just forget they exist and you will most likely never notice them, save for days when they are activated and that is something you do not want happening." Kenner proceeds to hold up his hand and face his palm towards the group, giving them a moment to focus as he passes the other hand in front of it slowly. Only for his fingers to catch on what appears to be strands of thread, suspended between his hand and each of the four slaves.

"These bonds are yours now and you share them with every slave that exist within Raven Home, should I require, these can be used to subdue, call and even punish you should the time call for it." The strands vanish from view when he drops his hand and even from reality as it seems there is no evidence of them being there anymore.

Kenner looks the four of them over and gives them a solemn look as he moves closer. "Now, I believe introductions are in order." He gives a quizzical look at them as he speaks, waiting to hear their replies.

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Lightly shifting her right wrist in her left fingers, in slight discomfort over the actions of Azai, Safiya took in a subtle, yet very deep, breath as she attempted to remain calm and composed to reflect her noble professionalism before faintly letting the breath out over the span of a few seconds as she softly closed her eyes in her growing fear, the fear remaining hidden deep within her mind as she thought intently about how she needed to act before slowly fading with each breath she took as she reopened her eyes to look back to Kenner as he spoke about their bonds. Staring directly at the strands as he spoke of them, she watched as they slowly vanished from reality as much confusion over the odd magic grew within her mind, completely replacing her fear, before shaking the confusion from her mind as she dropped her eyes to the ground to her right in thought, her eyes closing once more as she faintly shook her head in her returning confusion about her predicament. 'How am I shared with the others slaves...? I do not feel these bonds he speaks of but yet... How can we...' Ridding her thoughts from her mind after a moment as she gazed back down to the blue ribbon around her arm, she listened to Kenner's final words for a brief moment as she lifted her eyes to look back over to him with a very neutral expression held upon her face as she waited for another of the slaves to speak before softly tightening her grip around her wrist once more as she kept her hands down in front of her, her eyes glancing away from Kenner once more to look at all of the other slaves as she remained silent, too shy to speak.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Safiya Isren Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Wyran Lalunis Character Portrait: Azai Laquil
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Luna debated in her mind if she should speak at this time, but she was leaning more towards staying silent for now. The ones that speak first always make a big impression, thus making them easy to remember, which was the exact opposite of what she wanted. Yes, staying hidden would be a sure fine way to stay out of trouble with the master of the house, for she believed all too confidently that the man was pure evil, no matter how nice he treated his slaves.

As the silence grew on her deep blood red eyes traveled over each and every person in the room besides the strange Overlord. They first settled on the tall, lithe frame of the only other woman in the group besides herself. Her posture suggested that she was bred of the finer elk, and was probably well knowledged. How could someone as regal as her find themselves in such a predicament? Was she sold, stolen, or stupid?

Next she rested her eyes on a fairy-like boy who seemed to almost take her breath away, which was strange considering a demon did not need to breath in the first place. The way the Overlord carefully attended to him made her raise a humorous eyebrow. Was he planning on being sweet to him? An interesting thought to tuck away in the back of her mind.

Finally she turned back toward her fellow black ribbon bearer and was surprised when she suddenly had a change of thought about him. At first he seemed like the type that would be all for teaming up and taking over this place, but advice from an old mentor had taught her better. "Opposites attract. Those who are most similar to you are more likely to clash with you.", he had said days before sending her to Amesha. If that were true, then that meant she had to keep a close eye on him; the last thing she needed was another sneaky character getting in the way of her plans.

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Kenner looks out over the group and gives a leering smile as he can see the bereft faces in front on him. "Come now" He belts, with a sigh in the back of his throat. "This cannot be all that I see before me, I know full well that many of you have questions and many more a desire of things to know." He looks at the full group and motions for them to listen as if he was a teacher in class. "I know what some of you may have heard about this place and those within it, but assure you that we are all family here now. If it makes your feel any better, this place is completely open to all of you and you are free to roam the halls to your hearts content.. even you my agitated little friend." Kenner holds out his hand and snaps his fingers in the direction of Azai. Who quickly finds his bindings snapping free from his wrist and ankles, only a moment after he could hear their locks shifting oh so slightly. The heavy chains fall too the floor and clatter with a resounding noise as it echos though the empty spaces of the room.

He points down hall leading away from the entrance and looks back at them. "Your rooms are the last on this hall, right above the courtyard. You will find the accommodations honest, if not meager at this point, but the rooms are yours and yours alone. So it is within your right to do with them as you see fit and in time, make some more prominent adjustments." He motions for a guard to come to his side and they trade words for but a moment before the guard motions for them to follow and Kenner beckons them to do the same. "I will be seeing you all shortly and in the morning, your training will begin. If not, then I suspect we can find a use for you at that point." He gives Luna a somewhat unsettling wink as she passes him and begins on his own way down the stairs.

The inner workings of Raven Home are slow and steady, as the group moved they could see that several other people did in fact exist within the walls and there were actually others like themselves moving about. Every now and again, seeing someone marked with a ribbon pass them by. All being of different sizes, shapes, color, sex and creed. Many
Many of whom would look at them with a warm smile and a calm face, giving a gentle touch of the shoulder, as if to welcome them to the house. The halls of Raven Home were just as well made as the foyer, fine examples of stone work and marble everywhere they looked and only the metal of an armed guard was there to break up the sight. Not to mention the sounds that came from within the halls enough to cause some interest, many of the doors they passed sounded as though it was a workshop and from a distance music could be heard playing.


The hallway opened quckly after the group began to feel as though they were walking for several minutes and it turned into a large exchange, splitting into four directions and possessing a center course of stairs and both ascended or decended, depending on the rotation taken on them. Meanwhile the guard had stopped to speak with another, this one obviously a woman due to her figure and was of some status above him. This was due to the difference in their uniforms, hers donning a red plume of feathers on the crest of the helmet. She was questioning him about the group and what he was doing with them. That accompanied by the amount of times she looked their way, was a testament to how she was questioning him.

While they stood there a voice sounded out from one of the openings in the hall, it was nearly a scream, though happy in nature and its source approached the group. "Ohh, new arrivals.. everyone new arrivals."

As the group turned to see what was happening a multitude of small bodies came pattering before them from the adjacent hall. Children, many of varying ages and some that looked to be no more then twelve. They were all dressed as if in the turn for Sunday school and numbered to nearly sixteen, boys and girls alike. The one who spoke out lead them, a smaller girl dressed in what looked to be a formal gown with velveteen cloth. She was strangely pale and had long, lite blue hair, with eyes that shined like deep blue gems. Looking her straight in the face, let the others see that their was actually a light emanating from behind them in turn. This gave her gaze a vastly unnatural quality and caused more questions then answers. All of this, coming from a child who looked no more then just that, a child.

The gaggle of children stopped several feet from the group, surrounding them in a near semicircle, with the leader squealing as she noticed the orange ribbon around the arm of Wyran. She leaped forward and embraced him, hugging tightly around his waste. "Another for me to play with.. I was wondering when my next would come." She gave him a tight squeeze that almost required him to quench his breathing, before releasing him and backing off. As of she had just caught herself doing something that she should not and the guard looked on at her. To which she gave a smile and keened her head as if they two shared a moment of acknowledgement, almost as if they shared a hidden message.

The guard quickly interrupted and waved for the group to follow once more, leaving the children behind. Several of them, including the pale one, waving as they said their goodbyes. This time taking them only a scant farther, before they could see the hall ended in a singular elevator. With several rooms lining the hall at this point, there were more then a few to choose from. However the guard was quick to point at someone, then point towards their assigned room. Allowing them to pass and walk in, sending them on their way and being on his own after the last had their accommodations.

101 - Luna, 102 - Azai, 103 - Wyran, 104 - Safiya..

The rooms were just like Kenner had stated, modest, if not meager. The room was a clean living space with a wash bowl in the corner, a vanity space with several drawers and even a decent bed. Though the floor was bare and the walls were painted a vaguely, neutral shade of the color green. There was also strangely a shaded window of all things, with light peering in from outside. Even though the rooms themselves were far inside the structure of Raven Home, one could only assume that this was not the strangest of things to be see today.





Below the inner levels of Raven Home, things did not look as though they did on the upper floors. Several more surreal sounds could be heard with the mixture of grunts and howls that escaped the cloistered hallways. Stacks on stacks of cages with the stare of anger lit eyes, pointing back with intense malice. These were the under works of Raven Home, the place of the undesired or destructive. Slaves and other creatures that were either too dangerous to keep in the upper levels, or ones that lacked what accounts to the required level of humanity for such a living.


It was here that the docks under Raven Home were nearest, a passage out into the roiling sea that allowed the house to acquire its own special orders of offers and flesh. One such boat had just moored itself in and unloaded its cargo, of which one new slave could be found. This one Chlorra herself came down to see and she was not disappointed, knowing well what the men from before had told her and seeing for herself. The young, emaciated soul was sitting on the tip of the pier, with his own chains latched onto the boards below. He was bound heavily, with heavy straps and buckles restraining his every movement and the men around him wore protective gear. Likely a precaution from things he had done before making it to Raven Home.

She stepped before him and knelt in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder as she began to appraise him. Her touch, eliciting a feeling of dark silence in Babble. One that he could feel was empty and vast, but with a core of home and shining brilliance. This woman before him, was similar in some small way too him, but vastly older and more refined in her power.

Despite the mask on her face, he could tell that she was smiling back at him.

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Luna's first reaction to the children made her want to slowly melt into the darkness and slit their throats before they could bat an eyelash. Her next reaction consisted of her lying shame on her unnatural, yet still technically natural, state of mind. She desperately wanted to find the source of such thoughts but pushed it into the back of her mind as she felt the hairs on her arms and back stand up straight; giving her the knowledge that someone was watching her. With a small turn of her head she laid eyes on several young children who were staring right back at her with haunting, yet calm, looks, making her want to jump out of her own cold flesh as she ran to catch up with the rest of the group. She arrived just in time to hear her name and the number 101 be said as the guard pointed to a simple door on her right. With a quick nod she cut the number into her arm with her long fingernails and wiped up the blood with her own dress as she took a quick peek into her simple room. Curiosity took ahold of her and she fidgeted in her spot with the need to go off and explore on her own since she doubted anyone would be chatting with each other right now. The air around everyone was too fresh and new,and besides, the sight of Azai out of his chains intrigued her but also put her on high alert. Safiya and Wyran both put her at ease since they did not seem to harbor any feelings of anger or hidden agendas, just fright and contentedness.

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The master of this manor asked them to introduce themselves and no one had. Azai would not be the first to utter his name to the man. He didn't trust him nor did he dine him worthy of getting him to answer his questions or do as he asked. He was still in chains to boot. No, he would not introduce himself to this rag-tag bunch of strangers. He didn't think of any of them as comrades and friends. He had no use for these strange creatures. He was intrigued about the woman who wore the black ribbon like himself but he still didn't know what the different colors meant. Did the black mean they were both from somewhere far away? He didn't see anything else that would link the two of them together considering they weren't the same race.

When Kenner began to speak again, he turned his attention up to the man and watched him cautiously. He was going to be offered lodgings in his new family? As if this dump could ever be home. He scoffed in his derision and looked away from the man. But then, the man did something he hadn't expected. With a snap of his fingers, Azai was released from his bonds. His eyes widened and he remained tensed where he stood as the chains slid away from his body. His wrists were rubbed raw and bleeding. He was sure his ankles and throat had variations of the same. He reached up to rub his neck and ease the ache there as he turned his gaze back to the man warily. Why would he just release his bonds? Azai could easily attack him. He didn't have much venom left but he had just enough to kill a man Kenner's size. He didn't have any guards right beside him so he was sure he was quick enough. Then again, the after math wouldn't be pretty. He was sure he wouldn't be able to escape this castle easily and even if he did, what then? He didn't know how to use a boat. He'd never been on a boat before this whole charade. He was stranded. He hated that fact more than anything. There was nothing he could do to get out of this mess. He growled in his annoyance and crossed his arms over his chest and looked away in a small amount of defiance he had left.

Then the group was led off down the halls to be taken to their rooms. On the way, they encountered children and Azai instantly tensed. He didn't know what these creatures were like as children. And he really didn't want one of the little bastard to get anywhere near him. He was in no mood to deal with brats. Thankfully, none of them got close to him. He gave a hiss for good measure before they continued on their way. At last, he was given his room number and looked at the door in question. He glanced at the other strangers for just a moment before he hurried into the room to investigate it. It was bare but that was a good thing. He wasn't going to be using the bed anyway. He wanted to immediately run to a corner and start weaving his web since he was exhausted, but his insides were gnawing at him. He hadn't eaten in so long... he was starving.

Azai was going to have to ask these people for food which was annoying in its self. He was used to being independent and being able to get his own meals. This was going to take some getting used to. Azai growled to himself before he came out of the room again. He glanced at his 'fellow' newbies before he turned his attention to the guard. "Hey. I am starving. I live off of blood and internal organs. I highly doubt I am going to be allowed to hunt so I need to know where I can get my sustenance," he demanded. He was probably going to be given animals to feast on but at this point, he'd eat anything. He just needed to get something into his belly before it threatened to eat him inside out.

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Holding her eyes closed throughout most of what Zenner had said to them in the foyer as she listened intently to his words, Safiya faintly nodded in acceptance of his words, as she knew that this would be her home for, likely, the rest of her life, as she continued to hold her hands elegantly down in front of her before reopening her eyes as they were ushered off toward the hallway leading to her room. Walking with very elegant steps as she stared down the extent of the hallway, she attempted to remain stoic, as her parents had taught her, to best serve the household she was to be a slave of, despite her faint fear and heavy discomfort over those slaves that had arrived with her, as she watched the other members of the household pass by before slowing herself to a stop as she saw another noble-looking slave with a blue ribbon upon her arm, her sight of the slave causing her to stare in slight confusion, despite the faint clarification appearing within her, as she attempted to narrow down what the color meant in her mind before turning back to the others, to see that they had gotten far ahead of her, as she sped her steps to hastily follow in order to not be left behind.

Having caught up to the others quite fast as the guard stopped to speak with his superior, she faintly watched the exchange between the two for a moment as she continued to wonder about the cloth on her arm before breaking her thoughts to look off to the children as they approached and one embraced Wyran, her sight of the children actually allowing a smile to grow upon her face, as she loved children, as she watched their seeming excitement over their arrival before letting the smile fade from her face as she looked back ahead to see the guard and the others continue on their way to their rooms. Scanning her eyes from room to room lining the hallway as they walked, she watched as they passed by several rooms on the way to the elevator at the end of the hall as she questioned where, exactly, they were heading before stopping abruptly as the rest of the group stopped around a few of the doors, her eyes locking upon the guard as he began designating rooms before looking off to room 104 as her name was announced.

Stepping closer to her room as every emotion, save for faint curiosity, faded from her mind, she lightly pressed the palm of her hand against the wood of the partially-opened door leading to her room as she stared into the modest room with slight confusion growing in the void of her mind, over how extravagant the room seemed to her compared to her former dwelling, before taking a soft step into the room as she continued to examine it, her sight of the bed causing complete astonishment within her as she recalled her many years sleeping on the cold, stone floor of her parents' dungeon-like basement. Turning away from the room in disbelief, that it was her room, as she heard Azai question food, she watched the guard for a moment as she felt her stomach begin to growl, much like normal when she was starved to keep her form, before waiting to hear his response to the rudely phrased question as she stepped back to the doorway of her room, her confusion over her room causing her to questioningly speak up as well in her foreign accented voice. "Will there be a way for me to speak with Master Kenner or Mistress Chlorra before the night? I... have a few questions for them that I wish to ask in private."

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Upon hearing the request of the others Luna decided to make some of her own. "And can I be directed to the library, please?" In the back of her mind Luna wondered if they would even allow a slave into their place of lear- "growlllll", went her stomach, effectively interrupting her thought process. She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion over why she was so hungry when she had just eaten before she had gotten there only hours before? Her ocean blue eyes widened as realization came to her; this was no ordinary hunger, cheese and bread would not satisfy her, only blood, carnage, and misery. She wrapped her small arms around her waist as her head began to heat up and throb harder and harder, signaling that if she did not partake in flesh she would probably be reduced to her most primal form. Most of her kin would consider this a right of passage, thus celebrating it, but she loathed the idea and bite her lip to try and numb the urge. "Actually, nevermind. Just...point...I'll find." She could barely speak at this moment and desperately needed some place quiet to scream and slam her head against a wall, and the sounds of the laughing children from earlier were not helping in the slightest. The thought of someone catching on to her internal struggle made her stand up straight, look the guard in the eye, and repeat what she said before but with her normal confidence. "And if you have any food for me as well, I would really appreciate it as well."

She turned and again examined the others to see if any of them showed signs of knowledge to her struggles, but thankfully if they did then they did not let on. She let out a mental sigh and continued biting her lip to soothe herself as she waited on the guards answer. If he said yes then maybe she could find a section on demons in the library and read up on how to stop the phrase from happening, or at least postpone it. At this point in time another thought popped into her brain- Why did this place, along with it's master, have such an affect on her? Why did it bring out the very part of her that had gone silent for some many years as a child? These questions infuriated her to no end, causing images of spilt blood from the master's throat to invade her mind.

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As the four where allowed to get comfortable with their new accommodations, there was a notable shift in the pulse of Raven Home as the last bell sounded for the changed of the hour. Several more groups of individuals come roaming out of their rooms further down the hall and make their way onto whatever aspect of their lives is planned. Several guards come by and make small talk all along with the few already present in the hall, before the whole group begins to switch out and take their watch. Though the chatter is sparse and shared lightly, the whole event of the exchange only takes several short moments. A testament in the most of how well the cogs within this vast house work in unison, not stopping or slowing for long.

The guard there before stays to look after the group and responds to their needs as he calls back, loud enough for the four of them to hear. "Everything is being taken care of and Kenner will have you all fed as well as with all new arrivals." He walks up to Luna's door and knocks before pushing it open. The light from the shaded window running across the rim of his helmet as he leans in and points his gaze at her. "Those facilities are on the upper levels, though your current designation prohibits you from entering." He emphasizes this when he points at the ribbon clipped around her arm. "Though there have been exceptions in the past and you will get your chance when the Master comes to visit later." He nods slightly as the door comes to a close with him on the outside. Only for him to walk down to the next door and give a quick knock, before ducking his head in to peer and Safiya. The Master will be here soon, he is attending to several prior engagements before coming back up." He gives her a small nod as well before backing out of the door and shutting it behind him and taking his place at the neck of the hall, several yards from their rooms.




As Babble still sits on the end of the pier and Chlorra does her best to look him over, more supplies and strange crates are being unloaded before many of the sailors board and pull their moorings to leave. The sound of the waves crashing on the inside of this place is somewhat deafening, were it not for his own resistance to the noise at least. The scope of his "sight" into the whole of the area gave him a rather detailed look of the structure.

The structure itself was on the same level as the sea and raised higher as it went back into the body of building. The whole section of this dock was in fact carved out from inside of the large rock formation that Raven Home rested on, with a vast circular opening heading out into the ocean. Nine piers, with multiple ships sitting moored in dock here. The roof reached several stories high and the room itself reached back back, giving the area a feel as though it were a massive cavern. At the back of the space, there sat several large stacks of cages, ranging from all sizes and the contents were just as varied as well. Many containing animals of both native and exotic species, well maintained and all adding their noise too the cacophony that was this place. Several doors dominated the back wall, embedded in the intricate stone work and in the very center sat the doors of the central elevator.


As Chlorra looked over Babbles form, he detected a vast and sudden change in the world. Something was approaching that did not appear right to him as he was not looking and whatever it was, stifled his aural perception. As if their were a mobile void walking around in the world and everything within it, became unknowable to him and before he knew it, the void had reached him. This forced him to look up and see what was before him, only to be met with the sight of Kenner, looking back at him. Kenner kept a warm smile like he did before with the others and knelt down get closer to the young elemental. However with Kenner close, it was like Babble had stuck his head inside a maelstrom that lacked the wind. His body became enamored with the feeling of physical motion and fluidity. Almost as though he had been dropped in a roiling tank of water, face first.

Chlorra looks up at Kenner, keening her head as if to ask what his opinion is on the new purchase. Kenner on the other hand does not miss a beat and answers. "He is a new addition and though it has been some years since an elemental has graced our halls, he shall be no trouble. Though the lack of hands can possibly be troubling, if in fact he doesn't want a new pair.. or his old ones to be brought back." She nearly claps with a silent joy and hugs Babble across the back, before beginning to release his chains and bindings. Kenner laughs for a moment "You and your attachment to the damaged ones." He leans in and lifts Babbles head with a slight touch of the chin, giving him a more thorough look. "Hmm.. Take him too the atrium and get him something to eat before we find him a place in our family. I would rather he be cleaned up as well, if it is possible.

It was at this point that Babble noticed a sour sound in the voice of Kenner, something was supremely off putting about it. He could tell that the man was not natural like him, or linked to the world like any other kind of elemental. However the idea was hard to place and finding a way to described this feeling was even more difficult.




As if true to his word there was something happening upstairs with the other new arrivals. They could hear distinct sounds outside their doors and it was like a small horde of feet pattering by, with the noise of wheels in tow. This was followed by a quick rapid knock on the doors of Luna, Safiya and Wyran. A small group of people, dressed in white and black clothing. It was most notable to what a traditional maid or butler would look like, save for several differences in their style. They all had a thin shall of white fabric covering their faces, which did lend a strange sense of unease to the event. With faceless individuals clamoring into their rooms and leaving just as quickly. They all worked quickly however to bring in a tray and set it on the side of the bed, leaving with it a small set of silverware. On the dish was a meal with several small strips of cooked pork, if the smell was any indication and two sides. One being mashed potatoes, with a small cup of gravy and what appeared to be steamed beans and carrots. A roll was the last bit to be sat down on the furthest edge of the plate, about half the size of a fist and plump.

Azai's treatment was vastly different however, as two of maids walked in with a box suspended between them. A guard accompanied them as well, though it was difficult to tell if this was the same one from before. They sat the box down and it was then that Azai caught the sight of a tail sticking out from behind one of their dresses, long and thick, covered in fine coat of black fur. As well as having a set of cat like ears that slightly protruded from the sides of her bonnet. She left quickly however, because the two of them were visibly afraid of him. Either from knowledge of what he was, or from seeing the ribbon around his arm. All of the group could see though, that all of these people serving them had a white ribbon tied around their arm.

The guard looked at Azai and nodded before opening the box, he reached in and pulled out a sizable rabbit. In fact it was so large that he needed both hands to heft the creature up and hold it out. "Either way this fella was gonna end up a meal, just put him back in the box when your done and try not to leave it out for the cleaners until your done. The shouldn't have to see something like that, if you don't mind." He sets the rabbit back into its box and sets the lid lightly back on top, before bowing and exiting the room and like that the parade of motion had ended. The sound of feet and wheels podding down the hall becoming ever more faint.

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Their need would be taken care of later? Well that meant he didn't need to associate with the guards or the other new 'slaves' that arrived with him. He glanced over the strangers in a similar boat as him and his eyes settled on the woman with the black ribbon. He was still very curious about her and why she sported the same color ribbon. He hadn't see anyone else that they passed with a ribbon like theirs. And she was hungry to. He wanted to investigate but if his own hunger was any indication, this other black ribbon bearer was also famished. He didn't want to tangle with another creature equally as distraught by food. Maybe another time he would investigate his curiosity. For now, he had his own needs to take care of.

Azai slid into his designated room and shut the door behind him. He scanned the room again, trying to decide where he wanted his bed to go. When he finally settled on the right corner, Azai walked over to it and climbed up the wall. He perched easily as he looked down at his wrists to ensure nothing else was blocking the flow of his silk before his practiced fingers rapidly pulled the fine silk. He began to weave his web then. Normally he would have taken his time and secured each little design, but today, he was tired. He just wanted to lay down in comfort. He was just about done when he heard his door. He tensed, eyes narrowed on the movement.

The spider could tell that some of the servants that had entered were terrified of him. He couldn't help the grin and bared his fangs for added affect. He watched as they set down the box before scurrying away. He eyed the box warily then. What was in that? Was this some kind of trap? He hadn't promised to follow the rules of this house so maybe Kenner was doing something to try and force him into submission. The guard then lifted the box top to reveal a rather large rabbit. He head never seen a rabbit that size before. Apparently, said rabbit was to be his dinner. His mouth instantly watered at the prospect of sating his hunger. He hardly listened to the guard as he spoke, so enraptured by the need to eat.

The guard was retreating as Azai eyed the box. The rabbit wasn't going to fall into his web. It hopped about on the ground if he set it free and his web was too high. He'd never... carried anything to his web before. This was strange. Maybe those tarantulas had a good idea of putting webs down on the ground. He shrugged the idea away as he moved off of his web and walked over to the box that contained his meal and lifted the top. The rabbit sniffed the air and just looked up at him. It didn't realize what its fate was to be. Azai picked up the heavy rabbit and walked back to his web before quickly wrapped up the creature in thread to lock it in place. The rabbit tried to resist too late so its efforts were useless. Azai crawled back into the center of his web and bit down on the rabbit, injecting his venom and devouring his meal. When he was done, he simply dropped the dry husk still wrapped neatly in the webbing to the floor. He fixed his web before he finally lay back and was almost instantly asleep. The trying voyage had worn Azai out. He hadn't quite realized just how exhausted he was.

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