you hear a knock at your door.

  sight.   she is a small thing, some would say she is no bigger than a corn chip! her face always wears a smile despite those tired, half-lid eyes. she walks as though she has never been here before and that she is quite out of place. look closer and you will find that this little bird has a bad right leg. sometimes she carries a cane to walk, other times she uses the staff she carries around.
  smell.    something sickly sweet and warm like a comfortable blanket. other times she smells like blooming flowers, something fragrant and refreshing. oh .. there is something else in there too. something you know to be very .. very red.
  sound.   her chords are delicate, like the faintest chime of a bell. it is soft as though the slightest projection may tear the very strings from her instrument. words are fluently spoken from a silver-tongue and they promise pleasant and sweet things.

  ?.     she hides her face, sometimes just her eyes .. other times just one.
  ?.     her flesh is white as porcelain and her scales pearlescent.
  ?.     the lantern hanging overhead is ominous, housing a blue flame.
  ?.     there is magic all over her, written as though her skin were paper.

beacon of death.

common.

a black lantern is mounted to her back at the end of a long staff. in the presence of all things void and spiritual, it seems to ignite into a brilliant blue flame.

rigor mortis.

common.

the lantern and staff seem to be of use as a walking cane of sorts .. and upon closer inspection, it looks as though her movements are incredibly slow and practiced. that and a bad right leg.

i think i know you.

common.

her presence somehow brings a wave of comfort to you. there is something sweet and warm about her that makes you feel as though you have always known her. but something is amiss.. a feeling you can't deny. like something's wrong.

moth to flame.

common.

tormented souls are a beacon to the flutter of blue-flames moths that accompany the mage. they cannot help but be attracted to them. would these curious conjurations be interested in you?

reputation in cuffs.

uncommon.

she's got quite the reputation with authority and being behind bars. perhaps you've seen her before, whether in chains yourself or .. the one who put her there.

the harbinger.

uncommon.

word in the underground speaks of 'the harbinger', a woman adorned in black with white scales. someone offering services, whether that be to gather intel, to collect debt, or to rid of a body. her reviews seem .. mixed.

survivor's guilt.

rare.

in the wake of dark mages searching for a path to the void unknown, a lamb was offered. then.. remnants of dark magic, corpses, and the faintest essence of a once-opened portal. did anyone escape .. alive?

see the unseen.

rare.

are you able to see what many cannot? whether by aethersight .. or perhaps a gift? the crow has many, many, secrets that are hidden in a locked box. perhaps you are chanced at witnessing something quite special.

mysterious • familiar • beautiful

galahad vertu

  adored   "i feel as though i know you .. or that i always have, in some long forgotten memory. you are not repulsed by inky feathers or the broken chords of my caw. for you i will sing .. until i am no longer able. it's the least i can do"

cheery • charming • glutton

lain aurash

   adored   "secrets are kept and shared between chums, aren't they? i sure hope so, because you're the best chum there is! here is to many more on top of a bountiful of sweets sure to get our teeth rotten forever."

kind • troubled • loyal

renzo kishua

   friend   "you troubled soul. sometimes i wonder why you even bother to stick your hand in the murk with a sky as bright as yours. as flightless as i am, there are moments where i feel as though i could touch the blue and clouds."

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