Vanhin
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Roleplay posts: 8 
Physical Description: Standing at only four feet tall, Vanhin’s appearance is nearly the opposite of imposing. His hair and beard is a pure snow white, both being rather unstyled and wild looking. His face is crinkled with smile lines and his eyes almost always have a certain twinkle to them. His skin is tough and leathery, possessing a color that suggests he has spent much time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vanhin can usually be found in a rather plain woolen jacket that’s some variety of brown overtop baggy pants and a shirt of deep green. Around his waist is a leather belt secured with a silver buckle, perhaps the only valuable material on his entire outfit. On his head is a straw hat with an exceptionally brilliant red feather sticking out of it. His leather boots look quite worn but still in good condition. Other than his clothing, Vanhin only carries around a dark green bag, which possesses a variety of ever-changing objects in it, the one constant being his wooden flute.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2018 17:07:12 GMT -8
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Post by Vanhin on Feb 3, 2018 10:56:16 GMT -8
Vanhin stepped back once the Tyrant had confirmed his allegiance, simply content to watch the others for a bit. The Tyrant announcing that the houses could fight each other was rather odd. Did he fear that if they were forbidden from fighting each other for too long they’d eventually turn their sights against him? It was a relevant concern for the Tyrant. If all the houses were at full strength, Vanhin suspected even he would have trouble putting down a rebellion from all sides.
Both Vivrenyde and Isolde had visible reactions to the announcement. Although the use of their magic could have been an attempt to assert themselves over the other leaders, Vanhin personally chalked it up to a lack of self-control.
“Perhaps the matter is not within her control, simply a byproduct of her Unseelie flavor. I don’t see why else she would do it here as it certainly causes none present to quaver.”
Vanhin’s soft voice was directed towards Lonan in response to the fae’s question. He made sure to keep his reply short, after all, the Tyrant might be displeased if he interjected himself too heavily into this conversation.
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
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Roleplay posts: 30 
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Feb 3, 2018 11:01:37 GMT -8
Hayzea chuckles at Vanhin, as her eyes start to loose the glow. Her hands and veins are still vibrantly thrumming, as are her wings. "How little you all know." She sneers out, not out of malice, but of humor.
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The Tyrant in Gold
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Roleplay posts: 7
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Standing at a towering eight feet in height, The Tyrant is never seen outside of his golden armor. The suit itself is a serviceable set of plate with only a few ornamental frills. His helmet has been shaped to resemble a crown, a few extra spikes on the shoulders and gauntlets.
Of course, most who view The Tyrant do not even remember his armor. The only thing visible of the creature within in are the eyes. The Tyrant's eyes are two glowing embers that seem to seeth with power and cruelty. When one is arrested by those eyes they know they are but a commodity to be used or discarded based on value.
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Registered: Jan 12, 2018 17:03:42 GMT -8
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Post by The Tyrant in Gold on Feb 4, 2018 13:47:33 GMT -8
The Tyrant lifts his hand and makes a cutting motion. There is a pulse of power and both Isolde and Hayzea would feel it as a blow of invisible force against them. It was a gentle rebuke meant simply to catch their attention and to remind them of their place and would do no serious harm. At most, it would feel as though someone was shoving firmly against their chests. They could try and defend though that may not be the best move as it might more directly draw his ire.
"I have thus far overlooked your petty bickering but you will keep a better hold of your powers while you are within my halls. Such displays are unbecoming, suggesting either you believe my protection is insufficient." His gaze pierces into Isolde. "Or that you may try and test it." It tracks to Hayzea next. Any protest would be met with cold disinterest from The Tyrant, he did not care what their intent had been their actions paid him disrespect. Let what insulting words fly as they may but insubordinate actions would not be tolerated.
"Yes, in one months time the ban on inter-house conflict will end. There was much territory unclaimed following the war and I encourage you all to expand your influence and my own bringing the rest of Tir la Morr into line. You may not kill each other but I will not stop you from seizing those resources that you need, even from the hands of your fellow lords. Let those most deserving of their seat prosper. If you fail then you can always be replaced."
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Feb 4, 2018 14:32:58 GMT -8
Hayzea huffs quietly, crossing her arms, as she pouts, blowing a tuft of hair out of her face. Did none of them even know how her power worked? She internally snarled, feeling her ire grow. However, this was an interesting turn. "Will we be allowed to kill anyone?" She asks curiously, with her bubbly enthusiasm.
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Lonan the Summer-King
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Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Lonan is King of the House of Summer of Tir la Morr and, even compared to other fae, is known for his somewhat outlandish attitude and personality. He is the embodiment of all that is the summer fae: mischievous, virile and hotheaded; Yet also good-hearted, loved and courageous. As with many other fae, his real name is kept a close secret with Lonan being merely a public moniker.
Lonan's natural form is that of a man-sized fae with fair features and pointed ears but he can also change his shape into that of a winged fae only a few inches tall, an antlered stag or a brown bear. In addition he has the natural fae ability to 'glamour', or change the superficial elements of his appearance in order to appear to be someone else. Unlike shape-shifting, the ability to glamour is only a surface illusion.
On top of this Lonan is renowned as a warrior of the fae and his skills with the bow are legendary, though he is also capable with the sword, the spear and the summer school of magic.
Lonan is also infamous as a hot-headed womaniser. He has no political wife or great love and often claims that his heart is too big to be captured by one woman alone. The Summer House is a place of near constant merrymaking, dancing, music and noble fae. As a result Lonan is said to have over 100 children by near that number of women, though he holds no paternal instinct except slight amusement at the matter and regards any offspring no more than the rest of his people.
Registered: Jan 23, 2018 18:37:20 GMT -8
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Post by Lonan the Summer-King on Feb 5, 2018 15:56:01 GMT -8
"Well then, if that is all I will go ahead and take my leave. The presence of certain irritating individuals will hasten my trip here to a short one and while they meander about trying so tirelessly to be feared like an unstable child, I would prefer to return to my court and begin preparations. One who is truly dangerous has a certain look about them, don't you think? It's in the eyes and plain to see, and holds something true about them that you cannot hide or fake; it's a mirrored echo of the soul, that someone more normal than I could look into and feel a presence so creeping and unfathomable that even with all the words of our ancient fae tongues one would greatly struggle to describe."
Lonan raise a finger and gave the hand attached to it a slight shake as though he had just thought of something interesting, then lowered it in refusal to tell. With a sly grin, he took a bow towards his peers. "I do appreciate your desire to impress, however! And remember, for as long as I have been Summerking of the Seelie my house has been a place of warmth, welcome, drinking, celebration and passion! And should your desires ever switch from conquest to subservience, or you simply wish to take a holiday, you are all welcome to join me in Trí Chrainn Déag! And if not then I would bid you all keep a warm blanket and a funny book at hand, or else you might decide to wage my war for me."
"That reminds me, Lord of Gold, I must object to these circumstances! Where is my fellow seelie? Where is the head of the House of Spring, the one who is supposed to rid the world of the dreariness of winter and autumn and pave way for the glory of summer? They shall receive a stern talking to from me for leaving me so outnumbered at this meet!"
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Feb 5, 2018 20:20:27 GMT -8
Hayzea rolls her eyes at the Summer King's unnecessary theatrics. He had.. Such a seelie way of insulting someone. While neither Seelie nor Unseelie, Hayzea much rather preferred the Unseelie, for they at least were more blunt and not dramatic to the point of excess. The half-breed at this point was finally settled down to a gentle simmer, her chaotic magic reigning itself in, however reluctant it was. Her wings neatly folded themselves back within her body, as she once again rolled her eyes. She refused to dignify the overly pompous, passive aggressive sycophant with a reply about Morrigan's absence.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:28:01 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2018 18:37:55 GMT -8
The Winter Queen was not pleased with her own lack of control, especially in front of the Tyrant, but no such emotion passed her face. Hayzea was an eager one, and though Isolde didn't display any such control that same day, the Autumn Queen's erratic behavior was much more unbecoming. What a mess the unseelie fae became since the Tyrant's arrival, though that didn't seem to phase only them. The ruler of Spring wasn't even present.
"I, too, shall depart," said Isolde, taking a dainty handful of her dress to allow her to turn without tripping. As she retreated, there was absolutely no trace of the frost, either from the Tyrant's outburst or Isolde's own irritation.
She took in Lonan's words as she departed, as Isolde was always listening.
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The Tyrant in Gold
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Roleplay posts: 7
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Standing at a towering eight feet in height, The Tyrant is never seen outside of his golden armor. The suit itself is a serviceable set of plate with only a few ornamental frills. His helmet has been shaped to resemble a crown, a few extra spikes on the shoulders and gauntlets.
Of course, most who view The Tyrant do not even remember his armor. The only thing visible of the creature within in are the eyes. The Tyrant's eyes are two glowing embers that seem to seeth with power and cruelty. When one is arrested by those eyes they know they are but a commodity to be used or discarded based on value.
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Registered: Jan 12, 2018 17:03:42 GMT -8
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Post by The Tyrant in Gold on Feb 9, 2018 20:48:39 GMT -8
Isolde would be faced with the rather uncomfortable fact that the doors were sealed. An easy exit was not available for her as she tries to leave the hall. Of course, she could try to force the door but she'd find that to be a rather taxing endeavor. The palace was made of the same material as The Tyrant's armor which had proven itself to be able to ward off all but the most potent magical attack and that was armor plate, the walls of the palace were far thicker. They were also apparently responsive to The Tyrant's will since it was surely him keeping the doors sealed.
"You are not yet dismissed."
The simple admonishment is spoken without heat though there is a note in it that paints a clear message. They would be free to go when The Tyrant said, not before. While it may change in the future for the moment they served him and they should remember that. The armored figure would wait for Isolde to rejoin her peers before he speaks once more. The Tyrant's words are accompanied by a gesture towards a pillar. Behind the pillar, someone stands just out of view.
"The final thing I wished to discuss is a new appointment to our court. I cannot always personally come to visit you when I wish to relay orders. Neither can I always call you to me. However, some things must be said with the weight of my voice. Thus I have appointed Caelos once of the House of Summer to be The Voice of Gold. He has a writ granting him free passage throughout Tir la Morr if he is harmed it is death. He will be moving between all your courts assisting where he can and speaking with my voice when I need him to. You will know when he does and you will obey his words. Do you understand?"
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Post by Caelos, Voice of Gold on Feb 9, 2018 20:59:33 GMT -8
At his lord's gesture, Caelos steps out from behind the pillar that hid him from sight. While the pillar and a slight glamour. Despite The Tyrant's ever serious demeanor, he was like many Fae, possessing a taste for the dramatic. Of course, have the new member of his council emerge from the shadows after having been previously utterly unobserved. Let them wonder how much this newcomer had heard, how much they had seen. While perhaps not seen.
A finely made cloth covered Caelos's eyes preventing him from seeing anything. Although, even without the cloth he was blind as The Tyrant had taken his sight when he'd appointed Caelos as his Voice. The young fae had not been enthused by this but he was far too terrified of the monstrous golden figure to resist. Besides he could still see, sort of, with magic. A form of echolocation that pulsed out from him and created an image of any objects nearby.
Coming to stand at the base of the Tyrant's throne just off to the right Caelos turns to face the four lords. He was not particularly impressive. Like most Sidhe he was tall and lithe. His frame packed with lean muscle that did little to make him look powerful. His feature were angular but carried a distinct hint of youth that softened them and made him... well more pretty than handsome. His shaggy blonde hair fell around a set of large bull-like horns and he manages a slight charming smile for those gathered. He stands in silence as he waits for the gathered lords and ladies to give their assent to the Tyrant's commands.
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Feb 9, 2018 22:11:21 GMT -8
Hayzea raised a brow. "He's cute," she said with a chirp of approval, but otherwise disinterest in him personally. It was common knowledge Hayzea liked pretty things, the child like fae stuffing her castle with the things. "So, would this mean we should expect to hear from or about you more frequently?" The fae asked, curiously. It seems her question from before would go unanswered, best to just play on the safer side. She dipped a head to the Voice of Gold, signifying her subservience, yet not total lack of self-respect.
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Vanhin
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Physical Description: Standing at only four feet tall, Vanhin’s appearance is nearly the opposite of imposing. His hair and beard is a pure snow white, both being rather unstyled and wild looking. His face is crinkled with smile lines and his eyes almost always have a certain twinkle to them. His skin is tough and leathery, possessing a color that suggests he has spent much time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Vanhin can usually be found in a rather plain woolen jacket that’s some variety of brown overtop baggy pants and a shirt of deep green. Around his waist is a leather belt secured with a silver buckle, perhaps the only valuable material on his entire outfit. On his head is a straw hat with an exceptionally brilliant red feather sticking out of it. His leather boots look quite worn but still in good condition. Other than his clothing, Vanhin only carries around a dark green bag, which possesses a variety of ever-changing objects in it, the one constant being his wooden flute.
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Registered: Jan 23, 2018 17:07:12 GMT -8
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Post by Vanhin on Feb 10, 2018 23:18:22 GMT -8
Vanhin didn’t have much else to say as the leaders and Tyrant continued their dialogue. As expected, the Tyrant was a lot more strict than the average Fae and had the power to back his commands up, so his words towards the two Queens were unsurprising. Neither seemed particularly pleased to be admonished, but they were also both smart enough not to make a scene out of it.
The introduction of Caelos did gain the full attention of Vanhin, studying the younger looking Fae with unconcealed curiosity. Why had the Tyrant picked one who looked so young and less experienced to be his voice, was his appearance just a ploy and not representative of his true nature, or had the Tyrant truly picked a Fae without much experience to be his voice?
“You have the appearance of a beautiful boy, but I am certain there is a good reason our Lord has you in his employ!”
Offering a nod of respect towards Caelos, Vanhin turned his attention back to the Tyrant, although he still occasionally snuck a glance at the new arrival.
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Lonan the Summer-King
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Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Lonan is King of the House of Summer of Tir la Morr and, even compared to other fae, is known for his somewhat outlandish attitude and personality. He is the embodiment of all that is the summer fae: mischievous, virile and hotheaded; Yet also good-hearted, loved and courageous. As with many other fae, his real name is kept a close secret with Lonan being merely a public moniker.
Lonan's natural form is that of a man-sized fae with fair features and pointed ears but he can also change his shape into that of a winged fae only a few inches tall, an antlered stag or a brown bear. In addition he has the natural fae ability to 'glamour', or change the superficial elements of his appearance in order to appear to be someone else. Unlike shape-shifting, the ability to glamour is only a surface illusion.
On top of this Lonan is renowned as a warrior of the fae and his skills with the bow are legendary, though he is also capable with the sword, the spear and the summer school of magic.
Lonan is also infamous as a hot-headed womaniser. He has no political wife or great love and often claims that his heart is too big to be captured by one woman alone. The Summer House is a place of near constant merrymaking, dancing, music and noble fae. As a result Lonan is said to have over 100 children by near that number of women, though he holds no paternal instinct except slight amusement at the matter and regards any offspring no more than the rest of his people.
Registered: Jan 23, 2018 18:37:20 GMT -8
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Post by Lonan the Summer-King on Feb 14, 2018 15:04:37 GMT -8
Lonan found Caelos a strange one and, though his own arrogance, couldn't quite understand why the sidhe would have betrayed him in order to serve the Tyrant directly. Though he remained quite calm on the surface, with a slight smile at the proceedings, Lonan wasn't particularly happy that a fae who at one point had been his own subject now spoke with enough weight to command him.
"Well this is an interesting turn of events," he said. "Is that everything?"
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:28:01 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2018 21:01:57 GMT -8
Isolde only stopped at the doors at the Tyrant's order. She turned around and listened without further argument. Ah, so he had snatched away a servant of Summer and plucked his eyes out. How strange, thought Isolde, that he would punish the compliant Court and not draw a fae from Winter's house instead. She needed to count her blessings anyway. The Tyrant worked in strange, but effective, ways. "Understood," she told the Tyrant.
She shared Lonan's sentiment and waited for the word to leave. She needed to relay all this new information to her house immediately.
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Post by Caelos, Voice of Gold on Feb 21, 2018 6:48:28 GMT -8
Silence reigns for several long moments. Caelos knows what he's supposed to do next but he'd hoped that the change in circumstance would lead to a change in The Tyrant's plans. There was a house leader missing and two of them were clearly itching to leave. Surely they could just skip over the next part? But the now deafening roar of silence told him all he needed to know.
"It is a pleasure to meet you all. I look forward to...accccccck."
Caelos forms the beginning of the speech The Tyrant had him prepare. It had been a lame thing that would, honestly, have left him rather embarrassed had he given the entire thing. He was not yet used to his new role or position, he was young for a sidhe, and he had no idea how to address people with so much power. He'd written a speech filled with platitudes and praise for the lords but every time he'd read what he wrote it had sounded empty and hollow to him. He'd dreaded giving the speech but at the moment he would have rather given it than go through what was happening now.
Pain racks his body, forcing him to his knees. He feels a presence pervade his being vast, powerful, and utterly indifferent to the suffering it was causing. The thing that was seizing control of him now was not malevolent but it did not care that Caelos's frail body was ill-suited to play host to its power. It cared only that his body serve as a vessel, soon the young summer fae can no longer feel his body save for twin burning streaks running down his face. Lines of blood pouring from sightless eyes. His mouth opens and a voice comes out but not his voice, it is the voice of The Tyrant, a voice that sounds three times.
"You may now depart."
Those four words cause Caelos's head to throb and his body to ache. The pain is immense yet the will that held him would not let him fall until suddenly it was gone. Like a puppet with its strings cut Caelos falls to the floor motionless, blood pooling around his head. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest indicating that the poor boy was still alive. As he'd promised, the lords of the fae would be able to tell when Caelos spoke with The Voice of Gold.
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Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: Somewhat short, with child-like proportions, she has four large fairy wings attached to her back, which are burnt orange and black.
Clothes and Equipment: Hayzea wears simple, silk like tunics and robes. She wears a floral wreath as a crown, the mottled leaves stuck in a perpetual state of decay.
Registered: Jan 20, 2018 8:21:39 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Hayzea of Vivrenyde on Feb 21, 2018 19:18:07 GMT -8
Hayzea dips her head, flying out quickly. The House of Autumn must prepare.
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Lonan the Summer-King
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Roleplay posts: 7
Physical Description: Lonan is King of the House of Summer of Tir la Morr and, even compared to other fae, is known for his somewhat outlandish attitude and personality. He is the embodiment of all that is the summer fae: mischievous, virile and hotheaded; Yet also good-hearted, loved and courageous. As with many other fae, his real name is kept a close secret with Lonan being merely a public moniker.
Lonan's natural form is that of a man-sized fae with fair features and pointed ears but he can also change his shape into that of a winged fae only a few inches tall, an antlered stag or a brown bear. In addition he has the natural fae ability to 'glamour', or change the superficial elements of his appearance in order to appear to be someone else. Unlike shape-shifting, the ability to glamour is only a surface illusion.
On top of this Lonan is renowned as a warrior of the fae and his skills with the bow are legendary, though he is also capable with the sword, the spear and the summer school of magic.
Lonan is also infamous as a hot-headed womaniser. He has no political wife or great love and often claims that his heart is too big to be captured by one woman alone. The Summer House is a place of near constant merrymaking, dancing, music and noble fae. As a result Lonan is said to have over 100 children by near that number of women, though he holds no paternal instinct except slight amusement at the matter and regards any offspring no more than the rest of his people.
Registered: Jan 23, 2018 18:37:20 GMT -8
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Post by Lonan the Summer-King on Mar 6, 2018 11:40:24 GMT -8
(Sorry for my absence I've been getting my life on track and stuff.)
Watching the spectacle of Caelos, Lonan found himself feeling slightly sombre over the fae's predicament. "Take care not to kill your voice," he would carefully suggest, "else we may find ourselves without it."
Even so the Summer-King was itching to leave and at the moment the Tyrant gave his permission, Lonan gave a small bow and made for the door. As he left, thoughts raced through Lonan's brain and he would return to the House of Summer a little more cheerful than when he left it. The meeting had not been a complete waste of time; the lessons he had learned from it had been nothing if not appreciable.
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