#closeddruid

the princess~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Druid OCCUPATION. UTP

Daughter of Macedon and sister of a man who dreamt of conquering the world, in that age he’d come to grow the greatest empire the world had seen, but what about you? When others raised their voice, you raised your words; some rode into battle but you put war and politics behind you. The world was violent enough, cruel enough, scarred enough, and you saw plain as day on your brother’s face the sort of toll that fighting took on a person. Druids were defined as wild but your approach was gentile, patient enough to cradle a butterfly in your hands but adventurous enough to swallow the entire world raw. Rome called you home, chaos, calamity, violence, and heartbreak awaited you. A princess in one life, crownless the next.

the fangs~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. High Elf ( Sanguine ) OCCUPATION. UTP

You knew what it felt like when a bullet flew by, you knew what it meant to claw your way out of a gutter to stand under the red dawn. The world gave you nothing but poverty and trauma but you turned that into riches and gold. It didn’t matter how many rivers of blood you needed to wade through, you swam in it, drowned yourself in it, and when you stood under the court of the daemonfey you felt renewed under the lurching and prying eyes of those that looked within. A realm entirely for your kind, a place to learn about all that it was that you had become, to grow adjacent to the vulnerable mortals at your doorstep. Hunger at the back of your throat and power that bubbled in your veins, you could smell their breaths, their whispers, and when you listened closely you could hear the siren song of their heartbeats. An ache in your fangs, a pull in your chest, if it suited your needs then you could learn to play along.

The Wild~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ & UTP SPECIES. Druid AFFILIATION. Octavian’s Acolyte OCCUPATION. UTP

Wolves hunted to survive, but wild dogs learned cruelty from humans and did it for sport. A broken home and a broken system, from one to the next you were a child but they treated you like a loathsome creature. A burden that they’d try to shake. Rome ended up your home but you were always a stranger in your own skin, Octavian took one look at you and grinned: feral and wild, you were his ideal. A home in a dusty pyramid, comrades in the form of people whose stories were all similar to your own. He wanted an army and that’s what he would get, dogmatic and cruel and ruthlessly ambitious. Loyalty was never your trait, but for the archdruid you fell to your knees. Strength to stand on your own, power to grind between your teeth. All bark and all bite, Octavian’s wild dog. A cackling hyena devouring flesh and bones alike.

The Lupine~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ & UTP SPECIES. Druid AFFILIATION. Octavian’s Acolyte OCCUPATION. UTP

They called you the Liar, among the fey you were once regarded in esteem: they used to shout your name to the heavens, now they whisper it in secret. Seraphim descended upon you and ripped from your breast the magic that had always been sacred, the dread wolf reduced to one of the sheep. Fragile and mortal, destiny turned its eye from you and did not care for what was fair and what was just. The court you served turned away and in your solitude Octavian came to you, he saw the fierceness that glinted behind your eyes and whispered a blessing upon your marred soul. The dread wolf they called you, rightfully named for the Wolf is what you ultimately became. One of the pack, a leader who stood at the front, the alpha of untold age but the centuries had not weathered you - only hardened.

The Fox~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ & UTP SPECIES. Druid AFFILIATION. Octavian’s Acolyte OCCUPATION. UTP

You’re on your own, kid. You always have been. A kitchen table covered with bills, a father left to do it all on his own. He didn’t know the first thing about raising a kid and neither did you. Siblings with mouths to feed, diapers to change, and lunches to pack. Your arms were too small to carry them all but somehow you figured it out along the way. The TV left on and an empty bottle in his hand, you wiped his drool and helped him to bed, a man who needed you as much as you needed him. You were swift and smart, you learned how to stretch a dollar and how to make it quick when that dollar only went so far. Run away, it was a strong instinct, but you didn’t. Opportunity came knocking because the world had uses for people like you, bright and with a future but you had mouths to feed and an aging man who couldn’t do it on his own. You passed so they could take your place, they flew the coop and you watched them go. They never said thank you, but they never had to. Tragedy found its way into your den, and when Octavian found you he saw the fox that had made it this far on their own.