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LABEL: Agate.  NAME: Aiobheann Bláth AGE: A minimum of 20, though as a changeling Agate possesses agelessness and can therefore be much older than this. SPECIES: Fae Changeling. GENDER: Female. FACECLAIM: Zendaya. STATUS:  Agate is currently CLOSED for applications. 

Quick breaths in the dark. Quick heart thrumming under the delicate bones of her ribcage. Agate is DIFFERENT from the others, she knows it in the very marrow of her being. She moves differently, she thinks differently, and theres a hunger in her she can’t sate. A hunger for WILD noise, for the ground underfoot, to dig her fingers into mud and muck and come away dirty. No –– Not dirty, at one with the earth again, connected to all living things in a way other creatures have forgotten is possible. There is something broken in her, she learns it too young. In her older years she may learn to pass it off as a WHIMSICAL air, a unique aura that makes her interesting. In her youth, all she can do is struggle to survive with it.

By the time she turns seventeen she knows that she’s awaiting something. A BECOMING. There was something broken in her, but she was going to become whole once more, as all things must. The shattered glass of her world can be plastered over with twinkling laughter, with shadows in the corner of her eye. Her soul is blamed with LIBATIONS and offerings to vicious God’s who hunt in the night. She meets the fair folk on the dance floor, under twinkling neon light, and feels something click into place in her chest. Agate learns the feeling of home when a SAVAGE beast reaches out to smear silver glitter upon her cheeks, when it echos through her and rings true. Like calls to like, all things have an equal and opposite, what goes up must come down again. She crashes into the reality of her existence and finds peace in it. 

It’s funny, she thinks. That once she’s learned the taste of peace, she must come face to face with the reality of FEAR, that once she’s found home she must worry endlessly over the loss of it. Death is no alien creature to her. She has lost before, members of a human family that are retreating to mere SHADOWS in her mind. She values her new friends more, her new community. Agate knows this: she does not want to come face to face with the creature that goes bump in the night and threatens to DESTROY all that she holds dear. 

YARROW: They’re sweet. They’re scared. They’re hers –– her equal and her opposite. As legend tells it they hesitated where she jumped in head first, they held back where she gave herself fully. She wants to know them, wants to make a home for them in awe and wonder. OPAL: The girl that keeps her coming back to Loophole, the thing that makes her think that even the human’s she’s grown so tired of have inherent beauty, that they can be gods in their own right if the light is right and the fancy takes them. ALABASTER: They’re a soft thing. Scared eyes. She wants to tell Alabaster that everything is going to be okay, that the world always puts itself to right and finds a balance once more, but she doesn’t have the heart to lie to them. 

LABEL: Narcissus.  NAME: Maeve AGE: Narcissus is ageless, and therefore the specific number is up to the player.  SPECIES: Seelie Fae.  GENDER: Female. PRONOUNS: She/Her FACECLAIM: Elle Fanning. STATUS: Narcissus is currently CLOSED for applications. 

COURT LIFE always suited Narcissus. She was a creature that was built to delight, laughter like a bell chiming in the wind and a smile that could make flowers bloom more surely than the sun ever could. A venerated being, beloved and cherished and exalted, as was her right. They relished in every fête, in every raid, in every midnight precession. What wasn’t there to love, after all, about life among the fair folk? They were SUPERIOR, they were powerful, and their wrath could not be ignored for long. Yes, life suited Narcissus well, but that was in a time long ago –– when her and her people were still creatures to be feared, when they received offerings of flowers, of milk and honey, when people remembered that they shouldn’t wander into the woods alone lest they run into something NEFARIOUS. 

Something of Narcissus’ heart SHATTERED as she watched such a great number of her family make their way underground, under hill and into river water. Her fingers were curled around the arm of a Prince as they spoke their goodbyes, something which would have sparked rapture in her once upon a time. On that day, she could feel only SORROW. Court life became something noticeably more hollow, lacking the great and overwhelming numbers of the sídhe. The world seemed to lack some of its glitter, the sound of her laughter seemed to chime quieter in their absence. Oh, how Narcissus ACHED for those she would rarely ever see again. Yes, she could dive deep into the otherworld if she saw herself fit to, but that would never be the same. She had chosen to stay in her place, amongst friends and family, watching the world turn inside out. 

So behold, this member of the fair folk means to become unto a GOD once again, as is her right. She means to become the nefarious and horrifying creature that people fear to meet along dark paths. Narcissus is a dark creature in a beautiful shell, bloodthirsty and hungry for only VENGEANCE. There is nothing in her that can find the will to care for fleeting lives, for the humans who destroyed so much that she loved, who polluted her waters and cut down her trees. They will know the pain she has felt, someday. And she hopes that when they do, she will have had some small part to play in their DOWNFALL. 

GALLIUM: A companion, a comfort, a possessive friendship. She wants to be selfish with this one, to keep him to herself and slay all who come between them.  VALERIAN: Not birds of a feather, but things that hold fast as if stuck by glue. Fascination and fanaticism and glory mingles between them.  YARROW: Jealousy is like poison here, and she is green with envy for attentions stolen and under appreciated.