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hi welcome to the discussion thread for this rp!!

info abt the rp:


• once all the characters are taken, we will start the rp at the moment when the prince and the assassin will
  venture into the eposis forest and survive long enough to meet the griever and negotiate with her. while
  the witch and the summoner will attempt to summon the faelord and bring him to the mortal word to join
  their little mission against the queen in yellow

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born from when the first thinking being developed consciousness, ailwynn (real name unpro
nouncable) is an eldritch entity ruling over the thin -- yet vast -- realm between every self-a
ware beings' consciousness and subconsciousness, sanity and insanity. in this paradoxical pl
ane, ailwynn is its sole master, ruling the perpetual dusk that he calls his kingdom with the c
harm of no less than a child and a tantrum to match. though aliwynn may appear in the mort
al world when summoned, many (even gods) dare not to do so lest crossing him and risk ete
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the twilight king may be described a
s childish, excitable, as well as caref
ree, living not by any material vow o
r oath, ailwynn only seeks to rule an
d dance for all eternity, regardless if
such a wish shall be made at the ex
pense of another one of his visitors
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ailwynn is particularly vengeful, eve
n amongst his primordial kin. he for
gets and forgives not, expecting mo
rtals and those that he thinks are le
sser than him to pander and meet h
is outrageous and sinister demands
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like his primeval brethren, ailwynn possesses incr
edible powers, most prominently is his mastery o
ver cosmic magic. ailwynn regularly uses this abil
ity to create dark and devastating pulsar bolts, ga
mma ray bursts, dark matter projectiles, etc. he's
also capable of some less spectacular powers, na
mely: flight, teleportation, and enhanced healing
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although rarely summoned to the corporeal world,
those who intend to invoke ailwynn, often seek fo
r divine counsel, arcane knowledge, or even for ve
ry unusual and niche curses. though foolish are th
ose who dare to summon ailwynn, for the price of
his divine succour may be beyond unfathomable...

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ailwynn's twilight realm is often dubbed as "the unbeing." though experts s
urmise that his world is beyond what humans could comprehend, rare testi
monies often describe it as a fantastical, luminous woodland below a starle
ss night sky, littered with ivory temple ruins bearing disturbing bas-relief a
nd is incredibly silent. no single report describes any signs of faunal or sap
ient life aside from ailwynn himself, and his unseelie court of savage fairies
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tread the twilight realm of the faelord with heed
trust not His covenants with your earthborn word
for many a soul has come to slake their greed
now damned ’twixt deaths with prayers unheard

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x✦ .ailwynn's 'summoning' ritual is deceptively simple; simply draw a summoning circle (regardless if it's meant to invoke a god,
x✦ .angel, demon, etc. as long as one has the intent to summon him), then place a bowl/plate that has been carved with the sum
x✦ .moner's name(s) in the middle of the summoning circle. say the following: "the voice of the flesh has called upon thee, king
x✦ .of all reverie." proceed to place a food item that the fair folk would typically enjoy (sugar, milk, honey, nothing too extravaga
x✦ .nt) within the bowl/plate. exit the summoning circle and kneel as one would do so in front of a king. then say the following:
x✦ ."we plea to thee and thee we feed. mad monarch of demhe yonder, see to open thy gates asunder."

x✦ .if successful, the food item will gradually turn black and dissolve into a dark liquid, destroying the plate/bowl as it expands to
x✦ .envelop the space inside the ritual circle. when given time, the black liquid shall not reflect one's reflection, but will show a ma
x✦ .uve moon hanging in an unnaturally black night sky -- it is a portal, a gateway to ailwynn's kingdom. entering into the portal is
x✦ .reported to feel like falling asleep, and then jolting back into lucidity once you arrive into the twilight king's world

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x✦ .relations / wip
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[InfectedHau]

Name: Ennea
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female

Personality: Ennea talks to people in much the same way one might talk to an ant crawling across a picnic blanket. She's not necessarily rude, but it's very clear she doesn't believe herself to be on the same level as most mortals. Hers is a smug, cat-like confidence, the kind that comes from knowing you're the strongest and smartest person in any room you happen to walk into, before you even open the door. Behind this confidence is a sort of ruthless indifference, like she doesn't really care much one way or the other, and won't hesitate to kill anyone she finds annoying. One gets the sense that she was once full of anger and energy, but the fires of passion have long since cooled into bitterness and misanthropy. The sole exception to this is her adopted son. She makes every effort to be as good a mother as she possibly can, and were he ever in danger she'd move heaven and earth to save him.

History: Nobody truly knows where Ennea originally came from, and she certainly isn't telling. Certain texts posit that she's a former goddess, cast from the heavens for murdering her brother in a fit of spite. She's certainly powerful enough, but there's no way to be sure. All that is certain is that she's walked the lands of the damned for a very long time, long enough to go mad, then even longer still. Had she not been caught up in the wake of a failed summoning, she might have wandered for the rest of time. As it was, she found herself back on the mortal plane, in the midst of a profane sacrifice. Nobody's quite sure why she saved the young boy, but she did, slaying his parents, tearing his childhood home asunder, and taking the boy under her wing, raising him as though he were her own son and instructing him in the ways of magic. She also wiped any memory of his real parents from his mind, a rare act of compassion she hasn't repeated since.

[InfectedHau]

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why does tragedy exist?
── because you are full of rage.

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i. Belena ◇ ii. The Griever ◇ iii. 8000+
(current form appears late teens)
iv. Female-presenting (she/her)
v. Aro/ace ◇ vi. Ayame Yomogawa
(Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress)
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Once, the primordial goddess Belena’s smile was enough to make flowers bloom and birds sing. Peaceful and maternal, she watched over the forests of her old world with great care and attention, intent to serve it as an involved leader. Rather than an iron fist, she ruled with an open hand. Although open emotion did not become her, and for some centuries she remained apprehensive of direct engagement with the humans of her world, passion and tenderness were nonetheless present in her behavior and bearing. As the years passed and Belena grew, loath as she was to admit it (and never did she in so many words), lonely, she opened herself up more to the people of her home. While she was prone to the vanity and pride typical of any deity, the needs of others almost always went before hers, be those needs physical protection, a guiding hand to allow a flower to bloom, or simple company. For millennia, she balanced her delicacy and strength to best serve the inhabitants of her world. As her power grew, so too did Belena’s dedication to her world.

— and then a force even she could not stop struck. Eternities for humans were already as short as seconds by Belena’s standards, but it seemed that in the blink of an eye, Belena’s world had gone from a lush realm overflowing with light and life to one consumed by death and desolation. She fought back with all her might, determined to fulfill the promises she had upheld until this point, but the combined might of the Queen in Yellow and the Faelord overwhelmed her. For the first time in her millennia of life, Belena came face-to-face with death. It surrounded her, and it would have dragged her under, too, were it not for the dying cries of the humans and flora and fauna of her world. Whether it was what she wanted, Belena found herself with a second chance, reborn in a forest—but not hers.

Now, Belena has hardened and become wrathful and subdued. Her benevolent, warm exterior has all but dissipated; while it is likely her kindness could shine through again given time, she is too shattered now to extend that tender, welcoming persona again. However, she is far from aloof or stoic. Rage fills the entirety of the form she has now chosen to take (and then some, the extent of it likely well beyond the limits of her physical body). Beneath that fury is sorrow, but Belena sees little use in crying when she could be taking action. Guilt also weighs heavy on her conscience—although objectively there is nothing she could have done for her world and its inhabitants, part of Belena still despises that she is still here and they are not, and she is tormented by thoughts that she could have done something. The time she has spent alone has further alienated her, making her somewhat paranoid and detached. She is frantic and all but single-minded in pursuit of her current goal: To take the chance she has been given and avenge her world, as well as so many others.

── why are you full of rage?
because you are full of grief.

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res for relations/trivia! might pretty up the form a little more later too