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Innead

Beast-taming adept of Charial

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by BurgundyMStone

Description

Innead is a woman grown, the average height and shape she was born into thickened by her labors and made lean by her.. less than healthy sleep cycles. She is generally quite covered up by her clothing, and you may only be lucky enough to see her cleavage through the gaping laces of a simple top. She wears the standard Adept brace and gauntlets (the brace similar in appearance to a gun holster that crosses under the chest, with rings at the back of the shoulders that attach to chains that are guided through rings on her gauntlets. Extra length is wrapped around the wrists, over the leather), a shirt she doesn't mind getting dirty, and buckskin breeches tucked into heavy boots. Her hair is wild and a red-orange so heavily saturated that it looks matte, the strands ropey and messy, though often tied back in a thick, ropey braid that is bound to a bronze ring at the end. Try as she might, however, plenty of stray hairs escape at her hairline. Her eyes are a sign of her passions; once hazel rings have now gone black and expanded over her sclera. Other than that, her pale, freckled skin and strong feminine visage are not particularly notable.

Personality

Innead is very used to getting her way, and will apply any force necessary to get it. However, she is not ruthless or cruel, in truth, and respects the chaotic Beasts that are lucky enough to be her Wards. This is likely due to her own... interests in them.

When it comes to people, however, Innead's deeper finesse often falls short. Lacking tact and failing at the art of conversation, she is a touch brusque to speak with.

Equipment

Iron knife
Coinpurse
Short-travel necessaries
Harness
Gauntlets wrapped in thick chains.

History

Innead is an adept at the Arcane Convent of Charial. The city is hardy and powerful, and the Convents are the center of activity, aside from the Cathedral. The Convent exists to capture and use Chaotic Beasts, the creatures from the Black Valley, to control, at the least, and at best, leech power from.

Innead has become very good at what she does, and while the point of most Adept's tasks involves using White magic, Innead secretly takes it upon herself to fight fire with fire. Her obsessive studies into Chaos have given her a dangerous power that threatens to strip her own humanity. Oh well, you don't get anything for free, right?

So begins...

Innead's Story

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Innead let her head loll back on her shoulders, bobbing slightly with the swaying rock of her Ward. It had been. Forever. Since they'd been in a city. As much as she was looking forward to a stiff drink and a chair, the idea of doing so was constantly tainted because she had to deal with him. Who, him? The beast between her legs, of course. His footfalls were quiet, but the chains attached to his nose ring and leading back to her gauntlets were not. She ruffled his inky feathers as they rose, and then let her fingers sink deeper into and through his skin. "Calm down." Near the door, she hopped off, her boots thumped to the ground and the chains jingled as they jerked, her braid ring bouncing onto her back as she came around to his face. "Eugh..." Her arm flicked and dragged awkwardly on her own side, smearing away the beast's slimy drool. Leather groaned as she squeezed a fist around the warm ring in his nostrils, and angled his heavy face to level his gaze with hers. "You're staying here. I'm putting the collar on you, and you won't throw a fit, yeah?"

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Innead had no time for his solicitous reminders. She wanted a drink, dammit! His face butted into her chest, and she groaned irritably for it. He always seemed to get in at the perfect angle to nudge his snout just past the laces and making them loosen. With a grunt she fisted her hand up under his jaw, clutching at the remnants of feathers there, just as that meaty 'paw' closed around a leather-clad leg. "It's not about what you want." It was low, spoken through her teeth like an irritated mother. But her breath cut from her on a sigh, and she pulled her head away from his looming, beady eyes, cutting a glance at the bar. "Do it, then. I'm putting pants on you."

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Innead didn't even bother gracing his rebuttal with a response. Disobedient... beast. Her mouth screwed up, lines forming along her freckled nose. Chains rattled as she wound the excess lengths about her wrists and unlatched the wring though his nose. Ensorceled to stay long with the rest of him, the guiding bit shank as well. She watched most unaffectedly while his body warped and popped with the strain of his shifting skeleton and musculature. Once the dark, nude 'man' stood before her, Innead couldn't help but look around them, wary that they had caught the attentions of anyone on the street. She dropped her rucksack to the ground and reached in hastily, her voice grunting a little as she bent and rummaged about. "You won't. I will. Set your hands on my shoulders- NO FOOLING AROUND." Because she knew Baeum just couldn't be trusted. Really, it wasn't his fault. She pulled out a pair of dark breeches and held them open, eager to jerk them up his thick legs and cover up his ostentatious genitals. Dressing him was like trying to put shoes on an upset toddler. ...Sometimes she just couldn't believe this was her life.

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Innead focused on the pants she gripped in her fist, but it was impossible -not- to feel the churlish, crude dip of his hips near her face. BAEUM. Pants. Now. She resisted dragging him along by his hand, or, god help her, his hair, for he hadn't done anything to merit that sort of cruelty just yet, and he'd only throw a fit if she did. However, at the door, she stopped, a pale hand spread on the wood, her knuckles raw and worn from work. She squared her jaw, her lower teeth grating subtly to the side. She'd have put the fear of god in him if it weren't for the fact that he knew through and through that she didn't believe in one. "Do not... Steal, hurt, or bugger... anyone. Her wide eyes fixated on his dark features for a long, almost awkward moment. ...And then she sighed. The door opened to the dim interior, and quite soon, she found herself yanking him back by the very breeches he'd just put on, her face blistering with outraged shame for the patron he pushed aside. "Baeum!" It was a harsh whisper. The jerk that kept him in place was not supplied by her muscles, no, but by a rippling shadow of energy that pulsed down her arm and straight into his back, jolting down his legs for one searing moment. "What did I say about manners back in Jochen?" She admonished him firmly under her breath, like an embarrassed mother.

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There was nothing Innead could ever do that would help better Baeum, for he was a thing of chaos and he was no less 'evil' than he was good. He never aspired to be better, and so Innead could only forcibly control him or bribe him, if he was in such a mood to be bribed. Luckily, the power of Innead's force was considerable enough that the beast ever considered in alongside his own desires and actions.

However, Innead was entirely unaware of Baeum's insinuative murmur. His weight tumbled away for she had jerked him soundly again, her eye catching him looming too close to Analee for comfort. "Apologies." Muttered, for the table rocking back into place. She guided him to seat. A booth, yes. In the corner, away from people and decent lighting. While he sat, Innead loomed silently over him, internally wondering if she'd have to risk abandoning him for precious moments while fetching herself a drink or- Ah, perfect...

She waved over a tender and ordered the first thing that came to her lips. Water, rum, and wine. Bread if you have it. Meals, you say? Then whatever meats you have, as well. Her dark eyes sliiid to the beast beside her.

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Innead knew too well how intelligent chaotic beasts were and how well they knew how to manipulate the Children of Men. When she was sworn into the convent, Innead told herself, like all the others, that she would keep her emotions free from her interactions with her Ward. ..And now here she was with him, running away from the Convent itself with a beast in the guise of man. ...Ordering bread and wine for him. She asked herself every day if she was doing the right thing, and every day she said yes. Besides, she was forever changed. There was no going back, now.

That whole attitude seemed a lot more devious and amazing than her current reality of sitting with her back in the bend of a booth, arms crossed beneath her bust, watching a shirtless, darkskinned man rip into a rare pork roast like a common street dog. She wasn't even disgusted. She just sighed into a snifter of rum, the breath echoing within the glass, and tipped the warm-noted fluid over her tongue, waiting for him to be finished so she could wipe down the table

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Innead --of his drool and juices. Considering the fact that he had not torn from her control and gathered up any available women (or men) for that matter to haul them into the nearest hallway and do god knows what with them, and considering that everyone around them appeared to have their wallets intact, Innead relaxed.. somewhat. Her rum was gone quickly, and she sniffed, shifting in her seat to pull out a small dagger no longer than her thumb. Her messy, flame-colored locks hung around her face as she undid her gauntlet. "We have had plenty of time.. In the woods. Th' wine's for yo-" She didn't even need to finish the sentence before he had it. Quietly and with an almost absentminded air, Innead cut the side of her wrist with the little blade, tugging the decanter away from dark hands before letting her dark ichor rill into it. "Here." A tiny sacrifice. Having a Ward called for blood on many occasions.

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Innead ordered the wine not merely because it distracted Baeum like a bone distracted a hound, but also because it was a vehicle for her blood. Without it, the 'man' would quickly do what was needed to get it into his mouth, which was generally wrapping his lips over her wound. It always felt so ... strange, and made her excited in a way she did not enjoy. However, he still saw fit to keep her from efficiently stuffing her own mouth with bread (a poor substitute for a meal), because his meaty fingers were closing in on her hands. He was needy like a child, but stronger than most men, and for this he made such frustrating company. Of course, he alone new the many facets of her 'frustration'.

"Bite your tongue, Baeum. I'm not one of your broodmares." She hissed, her rust-colored brows furrowing down. Innead wore her emotions on her sleeve, with Baeum. Really, she should stop being so transparent. He knew what made her voice bitter, because he knew that ultimately, she would succumb to him. All the chains in the world couldn't trump that bond. Her red lips pouted in a jilted frown, and she searched for a way to change the subject.

"You've gotten wine everywhere."

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Innead /me friggin' snatches her hands from him. >:[

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Innead hadn't time to put a healing powder on her wrist or bandage it before it was grabbed up in a jerking fist. Innead hissed faintly, her teeth gritting together, her face rife with indignant surprise. She wasn't upset at being called 'Child', for it did not mean 'a child' but one of Man, which she was. She wasn't truly -angry- at all... she was embarrassed. With dark fingers tangling in her loose, crimson braid, Innead reflexively snatched at and held that wrist, her frown fading for his salacious grin. After a speechless moment, her words tumbled from her in the old, dark language; quiet and private. Her eyes darted around them, worrying over prying eyes surveying her lapse of control.

"Do not. Do this. Here." Later, later, she would shamefully lay herself down at his level. But here, she must keep some semblance of rule, of superiority.

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Innead would probably never know a normal human calm again in her life. Considering the spells and bindings she'd been through, and her current quest (which would, after a time, lead them to a place Man could not tread), she was far from the regular rhythms of it all. Of course the beast could feel her tense, wrapped-up mind.

While one would think it profoundly distasteful to share the meat that Baeum had so recently been mauling to shreds, Innead had been sharing food with him since he was small. She didn't even bat a lash. Really, though, she could have ordered something of her own. ...God, but she was so tired , and the rum only made her sleepier. Innead's eyes, with their strange, dilated pupils, flicked up to him in questioning as she drew the platter the rest of the way and dropped back to the rise of the booth, picking the juicy scraps up with a bit of bread and making a quick meal of it all. She was starving. Considering their pace, Innead only hunted small game in the woods- it was Baeum that was let free to sniff out the deer and the wolves, and by the time he was done crushing their bones for fun, Innead didn't bother to make a meal of it.

In the end, things were quiet. Innead didn't bother thanking Baeum because he would refuse it- after all, he had done nothing for anyone, only what he himself desired. Her exhaustion was palpable. God help her, if he threw a fit now she would suffer to bring up the energy required to sedate him.