#tul'veith

Just when you think things are fading, that the scars and old injuries on your body were receding, something always comes around to mess you up all over again.

It really feels like you’re getting used to risking your life for the sake of saving people. In your mind, they’re your dumbass friends, but you really can’t call them that when you’re over here being a bigger idiot than any of them.

You don’t have magic, and magic refuses to heal you in the way it does others. But you go on anyway, letting your legs take you forward to grab another reached out hand, another knocked out body, and shield another person caught unawares.

You stopped keeping track how many bones you’ve fractured, how many scars you’ve gained, how nerves you’ve damaged.

You’ve almost learned to live with it, but, as always, you can’t really keep to that state of mind.

Not with all these students reminding you every so often.

“I don’t understand how you can forgive them,” Valenio hovered by the doorway, clearly intending on following right behind you as some sort of moral support. “After all that, I feel uneasy even being in the same room as any of those housewardens.”

As if those same housewardens also don’t feel uneasy whenever you’re in the same room. You’re not some taboo subject that shouldn’t be seen or touched.

Valenio means well, you know that, but it irritates you all the same.

“Don’t think about it too deeply, buddy,” you sighed out as you walked past him, “It’s a mess, but I can handle it. Just, focus on your own things, ‘kay?”

Antas was… more direct about it.

“Simply put, those pixies of yours wouldn’t stop filling my ears with their bell-like voices,” Antas waved about, as if they were still ringing in his ears, “Injuries and scars such as this are rare, you know. They think your body is giving up on you, that you’re on your last legs.”

Ah, that explains the stacks upon stacks of berries, tiny potion jars and other get-well commodities you’ve seen being left on your window as of late. But, even with that truth of those pixies concern, it’s easy to see that this was just an excuse to stretch out his own brand of concerned.

“Yeah yeah, don’t pay it too much mind,” you’re trying to keep it out of yours in the first place, even through all the occasional pain and itching, “If I’m actually dying, you’ll know about it.”

Tul’Veith is gentle to you, infuriatingly so, whenever you two meet up. He was already straining himself worrying over his body and studies, and here he was, constantly struggling to bring you more potions just to help you out.

“It took me a little bit, but I managed to get my hands on some amazing ingredients. Uh, here, this one should help with pain.”

And, you have to push it back to him. You know he’s not telling you the whole truth. He pulled from his own treasures that he used on himself, to help his own ailing body.

If you let Tul’Veith start with this worrying, he’ll never stop. And you’ll get distracted, and probably even think that you need this and drain him of everything he has.

“It’s fine. I’ll figure it out myself how to deal with it.”

Just, he really needs to stop.

And Vio, he seethes. Well, he’s always seething against something, like the whole world has somehow wronged him in every way it can think of. But, when you’re around, it seems as though it gets deeper, more sour.

He bites into his lips until they start to bleed, and he tugs at his hair until it’s out of its ponytail and is just a curly mess.

“Sorry, I didn’t sleep well at all.”

But, he doesn’t point anything out. He trudges on and at least pretends to have a normal day, coming up with every excuse to explain his mood rather than blow up in your face about your recklessness, and blow up at everyone else that gave you these scars.

You leave him alone, because as much as you appreciate him not saying anything, you don’t want any part of his mood.

Cheridal’s been persistent. He comes over to your dorm more and more, often taking up task that are generally tedious to do, like cleaning your forks and spoons to a mirror shine.

“Really? Nothing to talk about or say? No anger or resentment to speak of?” Cheridal asked as he wiped away every drop of water from your utensils before putting it in its proper drawer.

“Stop fishing, Cheridal,” you flicked water at him, almost cringing when your rubber gloves slipped down your arm, but you tugged it back with your teeth, “I don’t hate anyone. I don’t need anyone to take revenge for me.”

“Just, saying, the offer is still open.”

So he says, like he wasn’t eager to correct a perceived injustice. Your feelings are more than enough to get him to act, doesn’t really care if everyone else did something wrong or not.

You won’t let something like the state of your body be the reason you hate anyone. This was just the result of your actions. A reminder that not even magic would be able to save you if you do anything too stupid.

For the Caretaker, Antas is another pet, but one that ran away from his owner after he attacked her live on television. Usually, driders such as he are considered to be dangerous pests, so when they show behavior such as that, they'd be put down without hesitation. Basically, he's a mini drider that wanders from house to house, hoping to find a cool little corner to spin his web in and rest. He does not look good, all malnourished and dehydrated since he does not know how to hunt for himself. But, of course, the Caretaker eventually finds him around in their garden and they have to take him in. He had to be in isolation for quite a bit cause he did not relax around the other pets. He needed to have small bits of exposure, over time until he eventually comes out of his shell. And man did he. His spider half started getting more and more vibrant until eventually they started to bloom in some colorful lilac butterfly scales on his abdomen with a stain-glass like pattern. But yeah, he very much ends up attached to the Caretaker at the hip. Would try to crawl up their leg and onto their shoulder. Sometimes will hide in high places and jump right on their head. He's a quiet little thing, but the little shakes of his limbs tell all of his happiness. He can still fit on your hand, just so you know.

Valenio in the house pet au is another pet that managed to escape his kidnappers. He's never had an owner but he did have a friend that he liked to visit cause they fed him all sorts of weird foods he's never find in the deepsea. He had a lot of little guppies following him around, hiding in his very long trails of frills and fins. He doesn't look that different from his regular au self, just vastly smaller. Though, he is the length of your leg. He is big, though not as heavy as you might think. His little human torso, you can grab with one hand, but just barely. But, anyways, Caretaker was having a beach day but had to cut it short when they found a beached Valenio, very much heavily injured with all the little guppies trying to keep hiding in what was left of his fins. At home, Valenio has a tank all to himself. It's a huge tank as well, almost reaching the ceiling. You need a ladder to reach but it's all fine. Caretaker did try to take him back to the sea, but nope, Valenio is staying planted in the tank. He likes it. You can't move him. Just you try. Much like the other pets, he's not the smartest. He tried to get the Caretaker in the tank with him, cause he didn't know they couldn't breathe underwater. Also, despite the large size of his tank, it's the easiest thing to clean cause he goes out of his way to help you out. Though he does have a meticulous system that you have to follow or he will give you the silent treatment.

Oh and the guppies are weird little things. They're these shapeless forms of ink, they tend to take on the form of clione but sometimes they look like jellyfish. Either way, it's a sentient thing that hide within the fins and frills of Valenio. They're not a hazard, nor does it bother him.

Vio is a another human, a brat of a human fae, but a human nonetheless. He's attending the college nearby and is trying to expand his social network in order to make something of himself and his family. To that point, he actually does, initially, look down on the existence of the Caretaker since all he's heard about them is that they're a shut-in that everyone else spoils. So, to his eyes, the Caretaker is a leech. Basically, he's rather ignorant of the plight of the Caretaker cause he has tunnel vision on his own goals. He has magic, so the job industry and the education system treats him as well. Vio has his own troubles to deal with, so he sees his efforts and his well treatment as a result of all his hard work rather than it being something he was always going to get. He will get humbled when he sees the stacks and stacks of rejection letters on the Caretaker's shelf.

Cheridal is a red sea snake that has taken up home in a little ice cream shop by the sea. His owners really do love him to death, but they can't be with him all the time, so they arranged for him to be staying with the Caretaker whenever winter rolls around. His owners don't live near here and they're hesitant on taking him with them as they don't want him to be too far from home. Cheridal is actually smaller than Jamil, thinner too, but that doesn't stop him from play fighting with all the pets. Hell, he'll even play fight with the Caretaker. He'll beat them one day, he swears! He really has too much energy, so when he's not wrestling, he's usually swimming in the pond outside. If the Caretaker is not looking, he will try to sneak into the freezer for any frozen treats that might be in there. He's a weird creature. He likes to take an ice cube, toss it to the floor and skid it across the floor and chase after it.

Antas as a yandere...oh boy...okay, so since I already established the fact that he can disguise himself as anyone he sees, he would probably try and see all side of your personality via pretending to be your friends. And if he spots anyone that may or may not fancy you, he will take on their faces and do something that will ruin their reputation in both the eyes of NRC and yours. However, I would imagine that somehow or another, you end up being able to recognize him no matter the face he wears, which gets to him, both that he likes it and is also afraid of whatever substance you may see underneath it all.

Valenio as a yandere is just, a silent guardian. With the development of the obsession though, the call of the deep sea is much stronger than ever, until eventually he ends up embodying many of it's aspects, leaving only his obsession behind. So, he loses interest in his research, he's no longer as strict on taking his potions and medicine. All he wants to do now is just, go home. He wants to drag you to the bottom of the sea with him, where he will sing a lullaby for all to hear. But, of course, he doesn't. He wants you to take his hand, but he also enjoys your presence too much to do so.

Tul'Veith, aware of his very weak, very bulliable state, plays it up to very masochistic levels. Deliberately fabricates situations where he gets hurt and humiliated so you can come swoop in and save him. When attention is lost, he will tear up or start to sniffle. Probably at some point or another starts to refer to you as his god. Years of existing and reincarnating has chipped away at so much of his pride that he's on his knees to never be forgotten. He hates looking like a fool but he fears the same fate that all of his siblings have met. So your attention is very much something he feels he needs to live.

Vio is...a prideful brat. His mind is doing circles, always focusing on your presence but he denies it to death that he wants anything to do with you. No matter how many hours he spends thinking about you, no matter how his body responds, he is in denial of it all. If anything, he starts snapping and just, being a not so good person. However when you had enough and command him to shut up, heat shoots up his spine and basically becomes meek. Vio basically discovers he likes being put in his place and both hates and loves it.

And Cheridal is a pleaser. The kind of guy to drape himself on you when he can, gives you very expensive things that you have clue where he got but it's yours anyway. And gives you a coupon for whatever sweet treat you want from his parents shop. He catches anyone talking shit about you? He will beat them to unconsciousness and present their bodies to you. Basically something of a guard dog. Is tame for the most part, but will froth at the mouth if he even so much as suspects someone did something to you.

Antas is surprisingly okay with the presence of other yanderes, not in the sense that they can have you but in the sense that they're very useful tools to keep the other riff-raff away from hurting you. Their loyalty is something he can put trust in, but the ones he does see as a threat would have to be Valenio and Tul'Veith. Valenio because he's the younger step-brother of someone he knows, and Tul'Veith because he uses his frail deposition as a weapon. Cheridal is easy to keep busy, all he has to do is let a rumor rise about you getting bullied and he's on the hunt. And Vio...yeah he's the son of a failing noble house, it won't be hard to pile on even more shame onto him.

Valenio only registers the others as mosquitos. People that he can swat aside with little to no issue, and for the most part, he can. Whatever you want, he will follow, so if you want to hang out with the others, he won't mind, but he will make sure that they don't step out of line and try and take his place as the favored one. So, Cheridal and Tul'Veith really do annoy him because of their overly attached behavior. He doesn't mind Antas, mostly because there are aspects of himself that he hates so much he'd rather hide from you for all eternity behind others faces.

Tul'Veith is another possessive one, but keeps it under wraps as he needs to seem harmless. He's uh, he's rather extreme though and will probably break his arms or legs just so you have to look after him.

Vio

He's shaping up to be someone of partial fae origins, though he's more human that he is fae. Either way, he's from a crumbling family name as a result of some bullshit his ancestors pulled against a high noble fairy(The Queen of the Faeland is who the ancestors offended so he experiences some nasty pranks from the fairies working at NRC) at some point or another, that he and his family still experience the effect of to this day. He's a bit of a nasty man, the kind to want to fully understand his object or person of fear for the sake of dealing with them better. So despite his fear of fairies, he knows a concerning number of facts about them, including ways to ward and even kill them, though he's never tried to. He's not that nasty. One day Vio and his friend came in contact with a particularity nasty spider's web as a result of a little fairy's prank while they were looking for an ingredient for their potions class. It was hard to get off at first, but then those silver threads melted and they didn't really think much of it. Until they started having nightmares. Until they started forgetting the most simple things. Their grades started falling, they started waking up with headaches, often times they even forget what they're supposed to eat. Then Vio meets the Eldritch Prefect as they're extracting the silver threads while his friend was sleeping. He passed out, and he woke up, no headaches, no nightmares, and he can actually remember what he's supposed to do today. He doesn't know what they did, he doesn't know if they have any good intentions at all, but Vio joins the research club for the sake of understanding better, because to understand is to dispel fear. And perhaps, if he can learn how to kill you, he can use those methods to kill the creatures that almost kill him and his friend. Appearance wise, Vio has dark purple hair and he struggles to tame his curly locks. He usually keeps it in a high ponytail with two braids among the tied locks and spends a decent amount of time taking care of it. It's one of his good points he's really proud of. He has the customary sharp ears of anyone with fae blood in them, though they're not as prominent as you would expect. His skin is more closer to tan than pale and has the most piercing yellow eyes. Unfortunately for him, he resembles that ancestor more than anyone so revenge hungry fairies love to pick on him more than anyone. He's an easy bullying target.

Antas M. Agoria

He's another mix breed, though he is fully fae. Half butterfly fae, half spider fae, and a very famous and old actor who's also a part of Pomefiore. Though, because he suddenly went off the grid, his fame was put behind him. Movies, series, photo shoots, you name it, he's been in it. Though... Antas had a particular love for stage plays. While the art may not be the most popular form of entertainment, he still held those years close to his heart before his dear dear mother forced him to stop. Before vanishing from the public eye, Antas was considered the most beautiful. Delicate butterfly wings on his back at will, scales that scatter and float when he's in a perfectly happy mood, lilac hair and eyes with perfectly unblemished skin. Truly his butterfly fae origins are something to be proud of. But what about his spider side? Well, good luck getting a good look at them. He's very good at hiding them. Though, if you look closer, you will notice a lack of pupils in his eyes. There are little mark, six of them in fact, hidden behind a layer of make up on his forehead. And his arms and hands, which are always hidden behind gloves and sleeves, are covered in a near black carapace, ending in claws that could easily rip apart soft flesh. He even has extra spider limbs, but good luck getting him to show you that. Because I'm a self indulgent shit, I have it were Antas was another actor that Vil had admired when he was kid, while his Dad was his ultimate goal, Antas was also another source of inspiration, along with being a cautionary tale. You can only imagine the conflicted feelings Vil must be feeling when Antas suddenly shows up one day to NRC. Anyways. How could he not find a kinship with you? How could he not fall into deep fascination over the mask you wore to the everyday public, over the part of you that wraps around another, more nightmare-ish side to you? Antas loves acting, but Antas loves creating. And oh are you a source of inspiration. His skills are put to shame in comparison to you, where your very human skin was mask shown to all. Antas joins the club with the hope that you'll show everyone you'll show all parts of yourself one day. For now, he's content to spoil your shell. He understands the need to hide parts of your true nature, and while Antas calls your human skin a mask, he doesn't treat it as a fake part of yourself, just a layer.

The rest below are not as detailed, so forgive me for that.

Tul'Veith

A long abandoned god, older than Lilia on the account that his myths are still studied about to this day but his body is young, as he is constantly being reincarnated, but his siblings have long since been forgotten about. Any attempts to get them to be remembered have been met with raised eyebrows and dismissals. While on his records, his name is Shiloh, he insists on being called Tul'Veith. He joins your club on the account that you remind him of his siblings, and is suspecting(wrongly) that you might be of the same breed as him. So he aims to recruit more people in, as he so desperately doesn't want you to disappear. He is a most gentle man, but is also another easy bullying target. His magic is nothing to write home about. He's very weak, even Grim would be able to bully him. Doesn't help that, of all dorms to be sorted into, the mirror sorted him into Diasomnia. He's tall, but very skinny, like the wind could knock him over. Summer is his most hated season and is a lot more suitable for winter. In fact, he almost blends into it. Crowley even noted how much he resembles a winter fairy on his pallid skin and pure white hair and light gray eyes. But even so, his body is still very much human.

Goliath

Not his actual name but I don't have one for him just yet, but that's the nickname everyone gives him, on the account he a huge 7'9 tall man. Huge dude, very muscular, and very silent. In fact, anytime he talks, his voice rumbles through you, as though his baritone is traveling through your bones. He has long black hair, which he keeps in a slick pony tail, has reading glasses, dark eyes and an umber skin tone. He's already huge in his human form, and he's even more colossal when in his whale form. Cause, you know, whales. Goliath is from the darker depths of the sea, with a curse placed upon him that seeks to make him grow eternally, and also make him eternally hungry. Right now, he can control his hunger, and throwing himself into his research for a way to reverse this curse before it can consume him. Goliath has some misguided reasons as to why he joined your club, and that's because he thinks you're also a person that's been cursed, though in case you're cursed to eventually have your human side degrade until you become something incomprehensible, so along side his research, he's looking for a way to keep that "curse" at bay. And when he's not doing research, he's practicing his singing. He's a very beautiful singer, though that's if you manage to catch him. Though, that is extremely rude as singing has a different meaning to him than just a simple hobby. Funnily enough, he's been sorted into Ignihyde.

Cheridal

An octavinelle student who is entirely human. Pink hair that ends in red at the base of their neck, and was an absolute menace back at home on the account he was a lone wolf that would go around and beat people up for making fun of his parents ice cream shop. That was going through some rough times. Though, when digging deeper into that reason, you'd find he was simply using that as an excuse to pick fights. Just because it was true doesn't make it any more justifiable. Though, when that's not happening, Cheridal is actually a very pleasant person to be around. Charismatic, a very soft and gentle voice to those that need it, and is, overall, not quite what you'd expect from someone that claims to be a gang leader. Though, that isn't to say that Cheridal doesn't crave the power high that comes from fear. Cheridal joins your club for the simple fact of wanting to see how much your influence will grow. And, if there comes a time where you decide to turn on every one, well, he wants first class seats to such an event.