Stereotypes
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Their secrets may be mundane, but they're still fun to pluck out. If only more weren't so. Goddamn. Boring.
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They exist... that's about all I know. Maybe one day I'll be allowed to meet one. But we all know I'll have to be more sneaky~
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Best thing to happen to me. Ever. Literal and figurative Dream come true!
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Got our blood in 'em, makes them certainly NOT boring. And one treats me like a queen, so... can't complain!
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What I am! It may have been weird at first, but I -totally- dig having fur. And hooves. And horns. So sharp, so durable, so wild!
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The definition of hit-and-miss... the kind that always have the dirtiest secrets. Comes with having that much power, I suppose... but hey, I know at least one I love~
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Eccentric weirdos, but in a good way. The only others who can make spinning tales as much fun as my kind can... though we're definitely more artistic.
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The only House I know much about, and for good reason! I was told once that my kind's the only one who can rival them in their loving, passionate, partying.
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Oh yeah. THIS right here. If it wasn't for the cryptic critters and wondrous beasts inspiring me to take up photography and journalism, I wouldn't be where I am today.
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Background
Eirlys, or Eil, did not achieve her current journalistic profession and education easily. Her parents, strict, abusive, and religious, kept the poor thing in limbo—and most likely is the reason she never had her Chrysalis until years after she managed to run away to UCP. Though her Chrysalis came as a world-shatteringly amazing turn of fate to occult-magic-cryptid-obsessed girl, it was also when the things only she could see that had been stalking her decided to strike. Now able to explore a brand new world of wonder in addition to her old, the shadow of something dark still looms over her.
Art by Silatria
The weirdness is easy to see in the blossoming Satyr Sorceress—her signature magic, Winter, is in some ways the most anti-Satyr Art of them all. More than that, though, her black fur, dark eyes, and frosty Voile hint at her off nature as much as they grant her a stark beauty. Despite the darkness following her, though, she remains high-spirited, mischeviously jovial, and aggressively loving. There's no limit to her emotion, no curiosity she won't follow, no scary monster she won't face, no frigid storm she won't dive into.
Contacts
| Kieran |
You would have thought I'd have drank more with the other bar-happy Kith, but no! I need to grab her some more... and catch that orb of hers.
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| Alicia |
My Angel! You've been carrying me in your arms since the start... and chasing after me after I run off to do who-knows-what. Will we live happily-ever-after?
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| Sark |
DRAGON! DRAGGOOOOOOOON! GOLDY! Strangely docile and lacking in any avarice, pride, or territorial-ness as I woulda thought they'd have... oh well!
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| Taph |
You helped me through the turbulent times after my change and, quite literally, taught me how to fly. I'll never forget ya, birdy.
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| Stella |
Haven't got to talk to ya much, but any mortal who's fun enough to hang with us is something special.
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| Miranda |
Big shot! Head honcho! I'm just glad my training in interviewing other big shots helps me not fall onto my face.
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| Hardy |
Not A Hydra, THE Hydra. Has taught me how great multiple heads can be. My ancient Greek brethren... who woulda thought you'd end up such an artist?
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| Dasia |
A princess of another sort, and one I haven't quite figured out yet. All I know is she has very fun ideas... and lets me let loose, so I'll forgive her for being a secret cyborg.
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| Bethany |
Shhhh. It's a secret. She's cool, though~
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| Iolanthe |
TREE! PERSON! Who knew talking to plants could be this fun?! Also, she makes good noms. Very good.
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| Hannah |
Met her at a party once... hear Alicia talk about her sometimes, too. Maybe I should her again, there's definitely something different about her.
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Gallery
  
Logs
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Vital Stats
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| Race:
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Changeling
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| Kith:
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Satyr
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| Faction:
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Unseelie
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| Full Name:
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Eirlys Williams
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| Date of Birth:
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10/30/2002
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| Apparent Age:
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Twenty
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| Legacy Unseelie:
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Pandora
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| Legacy Seelie:
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Sage
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| Height:
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5'9 as a human. 6'2 in Fae Mein.
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| Played-By:
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LukasCosplay
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Notable Stats
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| Appearance
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| Perception
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| Winter
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| Companion
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| Metamorphosis
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| Kenning
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| Influence (Media)
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RP Hooks
Investigative Journalist: Eirlys is IN with the media, and, owing to her nature, always loves getting the juciest scoops. If you need/want to interact with the local media, or have a breaking story, Eirlys is your gal.
School Newspaper: Eirlys works on the University of California: Prospect newspaper as part of her in-progress Journalism degree there, and can thus often be found on campus interviewing students and taking pictures. If something is happening on campus, she probably knows!
Amateur Cryptozoologist: Since Eirlys was a little girl, she was absolutely fascinated by tales of the weird and mysterious—most of all, Cryptids. If there is some kind of weird creature or alien told of in tales, she'll probably know about it... and if she doesn't, she will gladly grill you for all the info you have on them. And, now that she's a magical being herself, it's her ultimate goal to personally meet ALL the strange critters she can.
Fascinated by Magic: Along with her fascination with Cryptozoology, Eirlys always had a love for the occult. On her way to quickly becoming a full Sorceress of the Fae's arts, she adores seeing new and novel kinds of magic in action, whatever they may be—even if they're taboo, no ESPECIALLY if they're taboo.
Friend to Beasts: Eirlys tends to get along with animals and beasts moreso than she does with people, even though she's trained to do the latter. Her Beast Affinity 4 means even magical, sentient beasts will get a sense of kinship and safety from her.
Something Off: While Eirlys is as upstanding as a new Unseelie troublemaker can be, if one hangs out around her enough and has the sense for it, they can tell there's something... off. Something threatening. The edge to the Glamour of her magic carries an ill omen.
Hunted: On the mundane side of things, the parents Eirlys ran away from are still looking for her—and her father certainly is something more than a normal bigoted human. On the supernatural side of things, Eirlys is often stalked by strange things... monsters only seen in fleeting glances from the corner of one's eyes. These monsters may be imaginary, but there's nothing more real to a Changeling than imaginary, and it begs the question as to why she's a beacon for such.
Soundtrack
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Witcher 3 — Priscilla's Song
- These scars long have yearned for your tender caress.
- To bind our fortune, damn what the stars own.
- Rend my heart open, then your love profess.
- A winding weaving fate to which we both atone.
- You flee my dream come the morning
- Your scent berries tart, lilac sweet
- To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
- Of violet eyes, glistening as you weep
- The wolf I will follow into the storm
- To find your heart, its passion displaced
- By ire ever growing hardenin into stone
- Amidst the cold to hold you in a heated embrace.
- You flee my dream come the morning
- Your scent berries tart lilac sweet
- To dream of raven locks entwisted, stormy
- Of violet eyes glistening as you weep
- I know not if fate would have as live as one
- Or if by loves blind chance we have been bound
- The wish i whispered, when it all began
- Did it forge a love you might never have found
- You flee my dream come the morning
- Your scent berries tart, lilac sweet
- To dream of raven locks entwisted stormy
- Of violet eyes glisting as you weep.
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