this time
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the dog days are over
Art commissioned by Mafuriah over twitter. Kindly do not use. -
the dog days are done
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〚Name:〛
Jentayu
Geist
〚Alias:〛
(formerly)High Raven of
the Lunar Court
〚Age:〛
???
〚Gender:〛
Non-binary
(He/They)
〚Orient:〛
Demisexual
〚Species:〛
(At first glance)
Half-Elven
Shadow Archfey
〚Occupation:〛
Adjudicator,
Warlock Patron
〚Affiliation:〛
The Flock,
The Lords of Rot
〚Ethnicity:〛
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〚Home:〛
A n y w h e r e
〚World:〛
Faerun-adjacent
〚Voice:〛
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Cole
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"Little bird, little bird, take flight."
〚About:〛
Who is Geist?- No one knows. Not even they do. Cats swat at their feet and hiss where their shoelaces come undone, and ravens often gather wherever they tread. There is a morbid air around this person as they tread, but they will only ever take your hands gently, and swear all they intend to do is to undo the hate in your heart towards your mother. With consent, and only with your readiness, do secrets come spilling forth, and they help you straighten out the knots that bind and threaten to rip. Else, it would not take hold. Else, they would not have any power over you, and have no choice but to slink back into the darkness from which they came and your burdens are yours to carry.
They come and go like a shadow, touching the floor with nary a sound. If you ask them about themself, they will not be able to answer you. They do not know. They do not know. All they know is the now, not what came before; the now is to help, to aid, to untangle the threads that rip others apart.
Where can I find them?- They are where they are needed, and needed where they are. No one knows how they gets about. Sometimes they lurk in the dark, clutching themself. If you make eye contact with them, they may chitter something about you.
What do they do?- They help others. In times of need, they hear silent calls into the night, and heeds them. Ears forever attuned to the voices of the tormented, their feet will step in their direction like the ghost others have called them. It was a treasured gift, as with all names are, and they wear it proudly.
They grant their powers to whom they choose. Their warlocks are bound to the Raven by heart, whole, hale but with a condition: to help the hurt, to heal the wounded. Known beneficiaries: Members of The Flock.
〚Personality:〛
They speak in rhythms, in rhymes and poetry that readily pull from threads that bind, tangle, and twist until they snap. They are ready to help, always ready to help. While they draw power from unfurling the ties that bind, their heart is always, always, worn on their sleeve.
The best way to describe them is an oil painting audibly described, rather than visually seen--they are linguistic in essence, but never for show, but to give voice to what people would rather keep locked away in their hearts, twisted and turning until it boils over.〚Skills:〛 - superior insight
- innate spellcasting
- great weapon fighting
- surprisingly, arithmetics
〚Strengths:〛- weighing the hearts of man
- immense magic resources
- asskicking authority
insane assassin posseThe Flock
〚Weaknessess:〛- ironwillow stakes
- raw black iron
- rock salt
- disbelief
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〚Inventory:〛 - fae scythe
- obsidian points
- knitted toy mouse
- a singular black feather
〚Wardrobe:〛- gilded half-mask
- executioner's longcoat
- blood-splattered darksteel greaves
- claw-tipped gloves
〚Appearance:〛
Their visage is a deathly pale, as if the coldest streaks of dawn would strike him dead. Nets of purple and black run across their skin, as if ichor was in their veins in place of blood, and their eyes are sunken. Their clothes move with the shadows, as if they were a part of them and breathe with magic. Their red eyes are aglow with an intent, but whether it be with murder or with absolution remains to be seen. It is an intent, regardless, and you'd be best to remain on your guard.
Ravens often take flight from the shadows of their coat, cawing and laughing into the air as they do, yet they are ever silent and still, the only movement that speaks is from the odd twitch from their hands, legs... until their eyes snapped wide land on you, that is, and they start to blather about you.
Surely, they look like a scarecrow that right failed its job.
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〚Trivia:〛 - Is in an experimental relationship rooted in self-discovery, growth and emotional healing with one of the Lords of Rot, Bishop Harvas. (@scarffles' character!)
- While their primary weapon may be a greatscythe, they are adaptable to most forms of combat. As a former High Raven, it was all but expected of them.
- The Raven familiars are pixies, scouts from the feywilds sent to the Flock operatives as scouts and fickle helpers. They have the cutest names; among them are Squak, Chirp, Fish, Chip, Bam, Pip, Pep, Peppy, (they are distinctly different!) Fizzy, Big Boobies.
- Geist is very invested in the well-being of their Flock, and sends the familiars to care for them where a personal touch is too much. Many times, they inform Geist of impending dangers, which they in turn inform Songbird to follow up and plan as she sees fit.
- Their miniature form is that of a large, six-eyed raven.
- Their true form is immeasurable, that of a great old one covered in dark, fraying rags littered with wounds from adornments of silver worn to bind and torment. It has since been removed.
Inspiration of their true form:
- No one knows. Not even they do. Cats swat at their feet and hiss where their shoelaces come undone, and ravens often gather wherever they tread. There is a morbid air around this person as they tread, but they will only ever take your hands gently, and swear all they intend to do is to undo the hate in your heart towards your mother. With consent, and only with your readiness, do secrets come spilling forth, and they help you straighten out the knots that bind and threaten to rip. Else, it would not take hold. Else, they would not have any power over you, and have no choice but to slink back into the darkness from which they came and your burdens are yours to carry.