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Jolke

An older male Viera that exemplifies high breeding, privilege and austerity.

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

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Jolke is very rare to the eye, in that he is a male Viera. From toe to head, he must be some six feet at least, with his tall, stiff white ears adding another foot and a half. They are constantly erect, and while one would assume they would avidly swivel and turn to catch every sound around him, they do not; stillness and pomp are favored. His angled red eyes speak blatantly of his family line and superiority among his kin (if not constant scorn, disinterest and disappointment), for the color is not dominant among Viera, compared to sky blue. he generally keeps them lidded under the fall of long white lashes, the dour expression aided by the constant set of his mouth. His nose, follows the profile of his forehead, a shallow arch and slightly down turned at its pinkened tip.

His long face is framed in sideburns that sweep gracefully away from his jaw, covering the space where a human ear would be. The rest of his jaw is hairless, save for the short, pointed goatee that caps his angular chin. White hair forms a deep widow's peak above his brow, and is drawn into a ponytail at the back of his skull, which bends and falls thickly to end in a trim line above the collar of a high, midnight-blue coat, trimmed in subdued gold and black braiding. The article is fastened with a set of frog closures made of leather and polished bone, and a wide belt of faded black wraps his slender waist. The coat is well-trimmed, fitting perfectly to his shoulders and the long curve of his spine before parting into tails at the back of his hips. At the top of the split, where coats often have buttons, is an intricate gold cut-out of a mulberry leaf, or rabbit's tail (they have the same shape, after all). His arms bear short, split sleeves and long gauntlets of tooled leather.

Long cream breeches cling to his hips and long legs, passing his heels to settle crisply at the blades of long feet- a few narrow straps angle their free ends there. He walks on clawed toes, but a fine sole and heel of carven wood chased with gold and silver supports his ever step.

Personality

Jolke was raised privileged and proud, and sees his every desire as an absolute birthright. It is imperceivable that someone would deny him, and because he is not used to rebuttals or getting his way, he can be driven to cruelties to secure his wants. Viera are cool and aloof by nature, but Jolke is often extremely unfavorable company.

Equipment

Bow and arrow of Vieran origin, curved dagger, burgeoning sense of importance.

History

There are things here he'd rather not have retold.

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Jolke's Story

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Jolke was a long, thin silhouette against the afternoon light as the doorway opened. A step in, and his scowl settled as his pupils adjusted. One would think to be curious, given the amount of... strange and interesting people here. But to Jolke, they were all filth and imbeciles. Each and every one. There was the faintest wrinkle to his sloped nose as he walked through on graceful yet trained steps. Did it... smell.. in here? Ugh, why goodness, yes. The Viera was absolutely infuriated that he even had needto be here. It reeked of unwashed masses and stupidity. And blood. The smell was as solid and unavoidable to him as a tangible object. He stopped in the center of the room, staring towards Nakina. The only sound that escaped him was a disgusted scoff.

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Jolke fought the curl threatening to mar his aristocratic mouth as he dragged long, peachy claws down the front of his waistcoat, smoothing it as if it had ever been flawed. He sneered, and gave a perfunctory sniff, before continuing inward on long, smooth steps, his heels tapping dully on the floor. Ah- but what was this? He stood still, his coattails swinging as his angled white brow jumped in almost mocking surprise. These....beasts.

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Jolke stood not four feet from this escapade, watching Nakinawith his hands clasped lightly behind his back, as if this was merely some carnival sideshow. He said not a word. Really? Who was there to speak to? Certainly no one worth the breath it would take.

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Jolke chuckled to himself. Really, it was a bit unhinged for how soft and short it was. ...And it was so unlike a Viera to laugh. Ugly though he may be, the beast next to him deserved the weight of his claret glance more than the sad creature that had just moments ago been writhing on the floor. Be that as it may, there was a predatory twinge in him, and he crossed to the... they call this a 'bar', do they? ...The bar, and leaned over Nakina, leering at his back. "Are you some manner of jester? I'm sure I don't understand humor."

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Jolke 's eyes snapped wide under sharply angled white brows, his pupils going sharp and small. Bananas? What on earth...? "Shh!" It was a short burst of sound, and he lifted his clawed hand near the man's face. "Now now. There must be something wrong with your hearing, manling. You certainly ha-" But his eyes cut aside, and he straightened, looking back at Baeum. A smug chuckle, and he completely ignored Nakina's feeble attempts to explain. "Why yes, I believe so. Hume's need paltry shows and such to keep their feeble minds from rot. That is what this ...person is, I believe. A jester. I cannot say if it is humorous... things like this do not amuse me." His voice rolled smooth and low, a constant quirk to his lips.

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Jolke gave an abrupt bark of a laugh, staring incredulously at the little blade aimed at him, his brows furrowing low while the edges arced high. "Ah...hahaha! Quaint. Have you any ide-..." Oh, interrupted again. "I suppose respect and proper carriage are no longer the way of things, mm? Friend beast, have you...hohoho..." His chuckle faded as his blood heated, thickening in his brain and heating those long ears. "A Hunt! I had thought the greed of Hume Clans had long rid the fields an copses of the Old Kind. Mmnn... but I daresay its angry." Jolke could have been talking to Baeum, or himself. It did not matter; he was none so kind as so speak to the dark beast directly. His step hardly shifted, but his fingers drew down his goatee as if this was all some interesting show.

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Jolke all but clapped with glee, somewhere inside of his austere frame. His eyes were wild and focused, almost hawklike under the fall of snowy lash. It was almost hard to listen to Baeum, and for it, his ear gave a rare turn, to focus on the garbled words. "I....would not know. All things aside from Viera and the Old Children are fools and babes, as far as I'm concerned." His faintly accented voice slipped on a distracted drawl, as he took a step towards the new confrontation. A fool and a Hume? Good show. For a moment, his brow darkened with rage for the blast of music. "Humes. Their ears are so malformed they have no taste to them left."

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Jolke simply stood by his newfound... acquaintance? Ah, no, much too fond a word. His new.. person good enough to stand near. Yes. That would do. "So queer... so indecisive... unstable little stalks of meat...makes no sense, no sense at all how they continue breathing, and attempt thought." He watched the manling look... well, more confused than normal. "You, of course. Have you no recollection? I am not surprised." He leered atNakina.

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Jolke wrinkled his arched nose and narrowed his eyes. "Never you worry, Hume. Amusing, you are not."

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Jolke stroked his nails along a tooled gauntlet, his blood red eyes rolling towards Nakina and back to the ebon beast. "Mmnn, I would not know. As you can tell by the mien and smell of these...things, it is not my desire to associate. You call it a disease, but Viera name the flaw poor breeding."

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Jolke lets a chuckle bubble up through his lengthy frame. "Redundant, manling. I have already stated I do not care for Humes or their ways, have I not? You may very well school me on the philosophies of a dung beetle." His eyes focused on the growling demon, and those lips curled above the white point of his goatee. "...always too many of you."

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Jolke made a show of sniffing the air, as if trying to divine the notes of wine.. or spoiled fruit, more like. "Hume, boy. Not human. Those ears of yours fail you, again. Regardless, you are no smarter." He waved a hand at him as if to shoo a pest, looking away and across the sea of bodies.

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Jolke tilts his head skyward, as if exasperated. But it was really all a mockery because he hardly had a spread of emotions at his hand. But his eyes shut and his brow drew down, just the same. "It hardly matters. You are more uninteresting than you happen to be pitiful, a feat in itself." Those reds watched the manling flee, and he grinned.

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Jolke 's eyes narrowed, and for all of Baeum's bulk, he seemed to stare through him. "We know." The two words all but hissed from him. "There is only one Way, and it is the Green Word." But a thought seemed to occur to him, and his shoulders bounced on a short chuckle. "Worry. Amusing." Ah, but Good Hare. This creature certainly understood the idea of respect. Good for it.

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When the side door opened, it let in a rush of conversational noise. Vayl squeezed her eyes tightly shut and groaned. "Hff...shit." It wasn't last night's gin, it was the damn construction. Yes, they had stopped at night, but hell, she was an adventuresome wayfarer- she didn't have a normal sleep schedule. Her hand dragged down her face before she rubbed her temples, stumbling her diminutive self over to a table. Her boots knocked against the booth when she flumped like a sack of potatoes, frowning as best something that looked like...herself..could. When a waiter came, she asked for just some warm bread and butter. And.. "Honey.. if y'have it."