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Sage Rylan

"I don't think I'm one of you, but I know we're all one."

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a character in “Things that go Bump in the Night”, as played by Exotica

Description

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Full Name:
"My human name at least isn’t too… extraordinary."
Sage Marlborough Rylan

Preferred Name:
"No one’s ever given me a nickname. Sage is fine."

Ethnicity:
"I can't say for sure. My people have been here for a long time."
Unknown/Fey/Native/Light Skiinned

Birth Date:
”All my family are born in the spring. Family tradition."
April 4th

Age:
"That’s a… difficult answer."
Sage appears about twenty, as they have for a good number of decades.

Sexuality:
”Sexuality is a little hard to pin down when you’re a hundred year old being who chooses not to express gender binary."
Unsure/Doesn’t Care



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Height:
"I don’t know if I’m tall or short by average. I just am. Height isn’t really an indicator of anything anyway in my opinion."
5’9”

Distinguishing Marks:
"I’m a fey foundling. Of course I have a mark or two here or there."
Along with countless tiny scars from growing up predominantly in the woods, Sage has a number of lighter markings in their skin, which will emit small pulses of nearly imperceptible light when they’re happy. The marks take the form of small stripes and spots common in wildlife camouflage and are usually overlooked on a cursory glance. They also have a wraparound tree tattoo as depicted here (warning: partially shirtless woman in photo). It could also be noted that as an androgynous being Sage also sticks out. They wear their hair long and wear make up sometimes, and don’t other times. They also have their eyebrow and septum pierced.




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ImageSage is most often quiet, and watches the world with big eyes, although they’re not in any capacity above judgement of others. Tragically flawed, Sage is most often found either terrified of proper interaction or simply too prideful to enter into conversations. They consider themself a world away from the ‘new’ residents of Knott, and rarely fuss with people who haven’t proven to them that they’re worthy.
Pronouns and gender didn’t necessarily start being any sort of an oddity until Sage started interacting with the more modern whole of Knott, at which point they threw up their hands in surrender and declared themselves unneeding of this “gender bullshit”, at which point they simply stopped answering questions of “Are you a boy or a girl?” in any sensical manner. “Yes,” is their go-to but they’ll often stray into other territories as well just to get over the monotony of the question.
Sage tends to look past petty issues of sexuality and gender because of this, and is constantly awestruck and angered by modern society. Their love for beauty and nature can often, though, override this and despite all their complaining (they’re a big whiner to people who actually listen to them) Sage really enjoys Knott and most of the people therein. Socializing is just a bit difficult with people they consider themself not a part of.
That said, when Sage can manage to settle down with a person or two, they can be very loving, and can show their brightest, happiest colours. They’re fiercely loyal even if they’re somewhat cowardly and less prone to protecting their friends than assisting them to escape, and they tend to give endless little gifts that seem perhaps a little pointless but certainly convey some feeling.

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Species & Gift
"I’m half fey, technically. My mother was a full faerie; a proper pixie type, only 5’2” I’m told, I can’t remember her; she left me and I was raised by a pair of a different type of fey. Two tree fey; hamadryads, more or less. I love them dearly, and I’m more a forest fey than a pixie in my opinion."
Sage is half fey; their father was human and their mother a faerie. They, however, were orphaned and found by a pair of what could either be described as hamadryads or forest fey. They were raised by those fey, and as a result specialize not in the magics of mischeif and invisibility, as their mother did and as most pixies, but instead, in the ancient magics of the forest and the nature therein. They have more tree friends than human or other creature, and when they enter a forest they’re welcomed not as a tresspasser but as a creature of the forest itself. This magic is somewhat unpredictable; sometimes Sage can ask and invite plants to grow, feed them magic enough to grow them faster and stronger than they would on their own, and Sage can invite animals to do their bidding, but those animals are still wild, as is most nature. Sage doesn’t control nature, so much as attempt to befriend it and ask it to do things for them. Sometimes it doesn’t work, and other times it does. Sometimes it’s more draining than other times; it’s an organic thing, with little consistency day to day.



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Relationship Status:
"Humans and monsters of Knott seem so caught up in their silly gender-sexuality queries. I’ve had a lover or two, but most leave once they’ve realized that I’m not going to be whichever gender they’d like me to be entirely. And that’s alright with me.."
Single.

Family and Friends:
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Biological Mother \\\ Morello Sidhe \\\ ~200 Years Old \\\ Fey (Pixie) \\\ Unknown
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Biological Father /// James Oliver Rylan /// Died at 75 years /// Human /// Deceased (since 1974)
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Adoptive Mother \\\ Alea Dario Grier \\\ ~200 Years Old \\\ Tree Fey \\\ Alive & Well
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Adoptive Father /// Drachys Grier /// ~200 Years Old /// Tree Fey /// Alive & Well

Known Languages:
Fey, can communicate with most plants and animals, and English.

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Sage was born in Knott, and has never to this day left Knott. A hundred years back, when Knott was still what it is today, but older and a bit different, there was a fey from the forest and a man from the town with a gift of speaking to animals who eventually fell in love, or thought they did. He got her pregnant, and in the tragic cliche, disappeared for a while. Unwilling to raise a halfling child on her own, Sage's mother left them in the forest, where two forest fey of a similar type found him, and raised him in a hollow between two trees, a place he didn't leave for nearly fifteen years after his birth, and even then which he only strayed from shortly and in the closest surrounding areas. Sage grew up with a huge amount of wonder for the world, but more so fear of it. It was when Devon Rice's parents' pack moved into town that their parents finally introduced them to the other residents of Knott. While not their first time ever meeting another person, it was one of the earliest ones. They spent a long time in town after being introduced to the pack, and their mother and father both decided to join the pack. It was another three months before Sage themself decided to join the pack and move permanently to a small stand of trees at the town's border. Since then, they've been living there with a few animals and plants and attempting to figure out the whole independent living thing, as they've never lived anywhere so far from their parents.

So begins...

Sage Rylan's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jake Masters Character Portrait: Devon Rice Character Portrait: Kindle Kale Character Portrait: Roger Kale Character Portrait: Sage Rylan

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#, as written by Exotica
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Town Square, Open
To put it bluntly, Dev was running out of time to figure his shit out. He knew it, the skittering messenger who had come to inform him yet another human was slinking around looking suspicious and two more pack members were MIA doing god knew what, he knew it too. Dev slumped down on the marble rim of a fountain pushed conspicuously off to the side of the town square and clumsily fumbled with the button on his breast pocket, his other hand shoved itself into his jeans pocket and procured his cheesy decorated bic lighter.

"You're free to go, but for fuck's sake tell Roger I need him to report to duty at some point today," Dev muttered as he managed to wrestle the button on his front pocket open. The messenger, a springy sylph who Dev had forgotten the name of already, a pack newbie, immediately disappeared with a gust of cool wind. He didn't stay to see Dev wrestle the half-smoked, half-crushed pack of black american spirits from his pocket and pull one out with his teeth.

Devon was lighting the cigarette when his phone gave a little chime and he distracted himself by looking down at it for the second it took to singe his eyelashes a little before he yelped and successfully dropped not only his lighter and phone, but also the half-lit cigarette into his lap, which only set off another yelp and him standing up with the force of a hurricane at his back and sendig the cigarette flying, the phone skittering across the cobblestone, and the lighter disappearing into what could only be described as the Insatiable Void Where Lighters Always Go And Never Return From. He stared at the cigarette and phone and with a huge sigh stood.

He picked up the cigarette first, puffing it back to life and then knelt to take a look at the damage he'd dealt his phone. Luckily it was only one more crack to the half dozen already making their home on the screen and he nodded, opening it to see the message again.

From: Thyme Chancellor
To: Devon Rice
hey man we got another border breach. nothing srs-- i thought i'd hit kindle or david up to check it outt. just be careful man. sorry. i'll try to keep my boys on it better


Devon sighed. Thyme was one of his parents' original pack, one of the higher ups in his. He and his boys were on patrol that day and of course they'd been fucking off instead. Of course. Dev groaned and took a long drag off his cigarette before burying his face in his hands and letting out a frustrated hybrid of a growl and a sigh. He didn't text Thyme back, instead he flipped back and created a group message.

From: Devon Rice
To: Kimberlynn Kale, Roger Kale, Jake Maste...(and 2 others)
Please tell me one of you is here. I just... need someone to relax with I guess. I'm in the Town Square. I've been working all morning. I just need a break. Maybe find somewhere out of the way and smoke or something. Just... someone respond and stop being a bunch of lazy fucking assholes sometime in the near future please?





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Knott Outskirts, Open
Sage had spent all day more or less dodging border patrol duty. They couldn't exactly find themselves doing anything of any real essence that day and they didn't particularly want to. There was a park that spilled into the forest outside Knott which had become Sage's spot for spending time technically in the town, but also far enough away from the inner reaches of the town that the more skittish forest residents still weren't scared away by the noise.

Sage reclined on a bench, letting hair fall over their shoulders as they tossed their head back and let their eyes fill with sky. A squirrel skittered across the back of the bench to sit next to them and watch the sky. Sage reached out a finger, mostly to see what the squirrel would do, and the squirrel's paws closed around the finger, immediately grabbing it and attempting to run off. Sage laughed a loud, bubbling laugh and the squirrel spooked, off back into the bushes and up a tree.

They weren't sure what to do in Knott, they never were. Sage could never really find a real place in Knott that felt like home, but the forests and the animals among them were beginning to feel less like family, and they didn't know how to fix that, so they thought perhaps, maybe they had to move on.

Nothing really felt certain anymore, nothing had since the werewolves moved in and took over the silly protection of this silly town Sage had barely even known when their parents pledged to protect it. They fought off the feeling of dread which slowly began to fill their gut at that. They didn't know where there life was going from here, but it certainly wasn't going up. This town might eat Sage alive and no one would ever know or care and that was a deeply sobering feeling.

Sage was never quite certain where they stood with the world. With the civilized places they were being forced into, there were wild feelings that destroyed them from the inside out, and in the wilds there was emptiness.

Sage was dragged from their thoughts by a small bird landing on their shoulder, a bluebird who chirped loudly, informing them there were fey on the move a few miles, something the bird thought they should know. Sage was perplexed; fey moved a lot, not nearly so little as to need a personalized messenger of their presence. The half-fey scowled and shook their head, hoisting themself from the bench and slowly making their way toward the direction the bluebird had indicated, which would take them directly through town. Sage sighed with an upset edge and a disgusted tone cutting the edge. This was probably not going to be pretty in any capacity.