Setting
The largest gypsy clan this side of Terra, the Mistwood gypsy camp is a bustling place of activity and cheer. Though beneath the backdrop of color and prosperity lays something far more sinister. The Cursed Wood. Both superstitious and wary of strangers, these gypsy outcasts have long learned to take care of themselves.
However, outsiders often believe that this clan's deviations from their ancestral ways brought about their blight. Dubbed 'Cursed' by their compatriots, few other gypsy clans will mingle with the gypsies of Mistwood.
The Mistwood Gypsy Clan serves as a haven for other individuals of like mind. Outcasts of the gypsy people who have carved out a name for themselves despite their unorthodox ways.
However, outsiders often believe that this clan's deviations from their ancestral ways brought about their blight. Dubbed 'Cursed' by their compatriots, few other gypsy clans will mingle with the gypsies of Mistwood.
The Mistwood Gypsy Clan serves as a haven for other individuals of like mind. Outcasts of the gypsy people who have carved out a name for themselves despite their unorthodox ways.
Gypsy Camp
The largest gypsy clan this side of Terra, the [url=http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/the-multiverse/groups/the-mistwood-gypsy-clan ]Mistwood gypsy[/url] camp is a bustling place of activity and cheer. Though beneath the backdrop of color and prosperity lays something far more sinister. The Cursed Wood. Both superstitious and wary of strangers, these gypsy outcasts have long learned to take care of themselves.
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Gypsy Camp is a part of 
Cursed Wood.
9 Characters Here
Ileana Nicolae [28]
Ciara Corrigan [20] Free spirited and rebellious, Ciara lives by her own rules.
.Cassier Corrigan [10]
Aloix Hikari [1]
Crystalline Sprite [1] This great rarity flickers and glimmers in the sunlight.
Kyre Syme [1] Winged, flying like a bat out of hell, without a care in the world
Manami M. [1]
PO-WD [0] A middle sized robot designed to mount and carry offense. He can take reasonable punishment, and can dish out rather large amounts of damage in return with ranged or close combat. Very chivalrous.
Kenji Tatsuya Shen-Ryu [0] "This is the life we chose."
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As they walked, the man placed both hands in his coat pockets. "I feel this issue may be a tad relevant to both you and your kinsmen, assuming the location you've settled beside. I'm sure you've heard by now, there was a certain Vampire incursion into the forest grounds?"
βYou're the second one this month to come asking about that. For as long as there have been gypsies here, there has been the cursed wood and the beasts that dwell there. I don't know what you expect from us though. We keep out of their wood, and they keep away from our people, for the most part,β Ciara replied.
Ciara shrugged. βA woman came by about a month back, asking about the wolves in these parts. Can't say I recall her name. Gabriel? Gabriella? That might be it.β
βThat was about it. She went off into the woods, and I haven't seen her since. There's a reason we don't go in there you know. But what was it you were wanting exactly?β Ciara asked, trying to steer the topic back on course.
Peculiar, Scar guessed it was a hunter. Or perhaps a Werewolf herself? Now that he was out of children's sight, he took his toothpick out and twirled it in his fingers, although didn't light his addiction just yet. "I've been after a certain woman for a while, hence I've two reasons for coming to these parts. The first, this incursion and possible hints on what's happening in those woods." The man didn't seem to budge off it. "Speaking of which- you've said 'for the most part'. Could you expound on this?"
By this point the pair had made their way to the northern outskirts and Ciara paused. Scar's question seemed to have made her uneasy as she mulled over her reply. βYou know, I really should be getting back. If it's cursed men and beasts you're interested in, you should speak to Ileana. You'll find her in along the eastern outskirts, you can't miss her.β
He smiled, but decided not to press. He'd have ample chances if the one mentioned wasn't enough. "Of course, work calls." Tipping his hat lightly, Scar chuckled "You're a good example to your people - keep up the good work, ma'am."
After a short walk and thank God, finally, a smoke- first one today, no judging- he made it to a sole wagon. Now that's peculiar, was she a stranger to these nomads and decided to settle with them? Then thrown out for reasons unknown? That'd certainly make an interesting read. He made sure to douse his cigarette a fair distance away from the home, it's not nice to do so on people's backyards. Then, approaching the door, he gave it a few light knocks.
The woman that answered the knock was young, like Ciara, though notably more wary. She was of similar characteristics and just as extravagantly clothed, though her skin was several shades tanner than the fairer skinned Ciara. However, the most notable feature that stuck out was her left eye. The tissue around it was scarred and the eye itself was a blood shot milky white hue.
βUh... how can I help you?β the woman inquired as she stepped out, carefully closing the door behind her. Having been all but outcast by her own people, she was substantially less hostile towards outsiders, but that didn't mean she trusted them.
She didn't seem dressed for the cold, but she didn't offer to go back inside either.
βUh... how can I help you?β the woman inquired as she stepped out, carefully closing the door behind her. Having been all but outcast by her own people, she was substantially less hostile towards outsiders, but that didn't mean she trusted them.
She didn't seem dressed for the cold, but she didn't offer to go back inside either.
As expected, the one that came out didn't treat him like a disease ridden walking troglodyte. "Ah, eve, I was sent here by miss Ciara. I was hoping you could inform me on a few things that have been occurring as of late? Such as the visitor, and the new Vampire family."
"New Vampire family?" Ileana seemed caught somewhere between perplexed and dismayed at the pointedly random question and bluntness of this strange visitor. βI'm not sure I'm following.. Mr... ?β she trailed off, as she didn't actually know his name.
Scar considered not doing so for a moment, but extended a hand regardless. Perhaps she would be a tad less nervous to take it. "Sebastian. Sebastian Varius Satsuzo. I understand a lot of folk don't come about these parts, much less request information on the topics, so I'll apologize for being so straight right off the bat." He smiled at her and finished. "It would aid me quite a bit."
Ileana took the offered hand, though not in a handshake, instead she took it in her own and turned it over to inspect it with a furrowed brow. Her hands seemed rather warm, for standing out in the cold, but her touch was gentle enough.
βI'm not sure I understand the question. You speak to me as one who keeps track of the movements and habits of these creatures. I couldn't tell you one from another. What exactly is it you want to know?β
βI'm not sure I understand the question. You speak to me as one who keeps track of the movements and habits of these creatures. I couldn't tell you one from another. What exactly is it you want to know?β
He narrowed his eyes under the shadow of his hat, his hand was slightly tense as she inspected it. Last time he'd encountered a fortune teller, things did not end well. Then again, that man was utterly insane. "I seek to know three things, as I was not here to witness them. From what I understand, you haven't encountered the one named Gabriella, right?"
"I see. The second, Ciara was more or less unwilling to answer - apparently since the arrival of this new Vampire family, things have... what's the word... deteriorated? When I've questioned further, she turned evasive. I've also heard rumor of a pact between your kin and an old Werewolf pack, albeit they haven't been heard of in some time." His hand relaxed - though Ranis may have been one of his toughest opponents in the past, the one before him wasn't him. He hoped so, anyways, one can never tell with illusionists.
"Could you possibly inform me of what miss Ciara was so hesitant to speak of? Possible recent happenings since this new Vampire incursion a few months back?"
Ileana released Scar's hand at last, though she continued to converse with him on the matter.
βI'm afraid I don't know what Ciara spoke to you about. A lot of happenings occur around these parts, you really will need to be more specific. We keep to ourselves you see, and what goes on outside here, we rarely keep up with. As for this talk of a pact, I don't know where you heard that, but it was less of a pact and more of an unspoken truce. When our people first inhabited these lands, there were conflicts, but boundaries were established and that's a thing of the past.β
βI'm afraid I don't know what Ciara spoke to you about. A lot of happenings occur around these parts, you really will need to be more specific. We keep to ourselves you see, and what goes on outside here, we rarely keep up with. As for this talk of a pact, I don't know where you heard that, but it was less of a pact and more of an unspoken truce. When our people first inhabited these lands, there were conflicts, but boundaries were established and that's a thing of the past.β
"I see." There was nothing too surprising about this in essence - she was isolated from kinsme- Scar blinked before eyeing the woman. His hand settled idle at his side. "...Madam, I know I'm probably stepping out of line by asking this, and I'll apologize for doing so in advance, but.. you don't seem to be part of the overall community. Why is this?"
Ileana raised a hand up to brush at her hair, letting the strands fall over her milky white eye. It was almost as if she had suddenly grown self-conscious of the scar.
βYou are over stepping yourself. That is not a matter for a stranger to concern himself with.β
βYou are over stepping yourself. That is not a matter for a stranger to concern himself with.β
He took good notice of this. "In my line of work, I must often be impolite enough to overstep boundaries even beyond my self."