Hi there! Thank you for checking out my carrd. There's a few important things to go over if you're considering interacting with this creature of mine.

  pilot.     please be over the age of 21+ when engaging with this character and myself. i am an adult well over that age and due to the themes that my character are involved with, i am most comfortable with that age range.  style.     i am a multi-para writer. there are a lot of poetic themes and symbolism used in my writing. if you ever have any questions or want for clarity regarding my prose, please ask! i'd be happy to clear the air.  communication.     please communicate with me regarding plot themes, issues, etc. this character has a lot of secrets and i would rather those things not be metagamed into existence and/or any potential problems be left untouched. if we don't talk / write for awhile, i clean my light(s) and FL's a lot so no hard feelings.  behavior.     common sense, don't go muddying ic and ooc. please don't be weird ooc, i'm taken irl and i have no tolerance for flirting. any blurring and/or inappropriate behaviors will lead to cutting contact completely. thanks.

ask about rp even if i don't have my tag on!

  themes.   please know that prolonged interactions with this character will inevitably delve into dark/mature themes. they are heavily intertwined with this character and if you have any concerns, communicate those asap.  ?.     her intentions are usually selfish.
  ?.     she is an observer .. a cheshire if you will.
  ?.     she could be a friend, a foe, the good influence or the bad.
  ?.    crow will invade personal spaces. if this is a trigger for you, please let me know.  lore.   i am not strict with lore, but more aligned with lore bending. however i prefer not to engage with wols or existing npcs. as for everything else, there's a whimsical touch to things without an overpowered nature. i indulge in the creativity and the possibility of more for fun, rather than not.

  contact.     in-game and discord roleplay is welcomed. feel free to poke me regarding RP as i'm usually never tagged up in public but i am more than welcome to do so! i'm usually multi-tasking so shoot a tell my way and we can muse some ideas!i prefer to discord exchange once we've spoken enough ooc and i know you're not weird. :)

  the bird.   she is a lonely thing with feathers stitched to flesh and scale as a means of recreating wings. her beak is crooked and it causes her smile to twist unnaturally. her eyes are always squinting, always crescents with the faintest gleam of the most distant star. despite her talons she cradles everything she holds as if it were her most precious. she loves it all.
  the moth.   she is distant, sickly and ever withering. drawn to the brightest flame and the warmest touch, she burns. beautiful things are held dear in her hands, something she wishes to eat; to become whole with. dust covers one's eyes and silk wraps them tight. she could never let go.
  the snake.   she is vile and her voice is velvet. her tongue tastes the essence of one's dreams and their wants; what one holds dear, she wishes to swallow whole. she has never felt love nor kindness and it has birthed a maw of fangs and venom. she can't help but bite.

who could ever love a thing like that?

"you .. and only you."

  ?.     the left eye is often veiled by bandage, or an eyepatch.
  ?.     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.

death's beacon.

common.

a lantern hangs by a set of chains at the end of a black staff. a curious thing, the way it houses a flame of blue that seems to be the source of those many, many little friends of hers. a conduit, one can assume, but also a radar for anomalies. in one's presence -- it brightens.

moths to flame.

common.

the star hasn't been so kind to you, has it? you've felt torment, death, perhaps even bloodied your own hands. whatever the case, you are left with spiraling emotions. and a beautiful flame like that can't go unnoticed; it can't go to waste. you'll share it with us, won't you?

a little magic goes a long way.

common.

might you be in need of a mage? few and fewer open their hearts to a helping hand, but it seems you're just in luck. there seems to be one willing to assist in the endeavors of man --- for a fee. be it the undoing of accursed seals, a pest problem, or something more -- why not take her wing?

you're no mage.

uncommon.

magic curls around blackened fingers and blue wisps dance about the pale woman's silhouette. it is beautiful, it is bright -- but beneath the glittering lights lies an unmistakable darkness. something terribly forbidden. there's no doubt about it; she is a witch.

will o' the wisp.

uncommon.

born with a gift; this little bird is never alone. the dead and dying reach for her light and cling to a plane that has abandoned them. anomalies and the void alike cannot help but be drawn to a fountain of fullness and glittering blues. there is familiarity .. desperation .. and freedom.

uninvited company.

uncommon.

you search for solace, for sanctuary amidst the quiet where voices cannot find you. whether you're running or hiding from something .. the sound of fluttering wings burden you still. you're not alone, you never were. there is still value in you ---- friend.

death is merely the beginning.

rare

who's to say what is dead cannot be useful? those who are dead and dying .. those who are so quickly forgotten -- they are loved. flesh can satiate; blood can nourish. what is left behind can be born anew in the growth of leaves or the sprout of wings. will you witness it? rebirth.

sweet dreamer.

rare.

you've seen her before. when your eyes close and dreams take you, she lurks in the corners of your mind. a dark silhouette.. a gentle laugh.. the brush of lips against your skin.. or the violent coil of thread-like hair. she invades like a parasite. why is it that this woman plagues you so?

what • when • why

.. i don't know ..

   who?   " .. sometimes i dream of lavender skies and a field of golden wheat. someone calls to me in that dream, a gentle voice and the inflection of a smile. i do not know them. i feel as though i should.""but for whatever reason .. it makes me sad."

coveted • beloved • cherished

lain aurash

   soulmate   "we've every right to be happy .. you and i. in our beloved garden, our nest, i will cultivate a meadow of red in my undying devotion to you. and to those who dare come between us .. consider death a mercy."

friendly • kind • strange

shadowy figure

   acquainted   "dear, kind bird. never i imagined to find company in the presence of fellow feathers. and yet amidst greens, the share of something sweet, perhaps i am able. after all, birds of a feather ought to stick together .. or so they say."

stoic • adventurous • resilient

zederick qadir

  guide   "you may veil the shape of your heart by your wings, but when i pull them feather by feather.. i will witness you whole. burning and bright, a delicate shade of green. t'is no color of mine but what's the harm in pretending?"

eccentric • deathly • cold

gravekeeper c.

   friend   "careful, spider. you of all should know that beautiful things harbor thorns. chasing distant stars means plunging yourself into the dead, black sea. and if you're not ready to drown .. you'll plummet to nothingness. is that what you want..?"

shy • kind • otherworldly

morrigan frey

  friend   "to have set my eyes upon you in the thicket of the dead woods .. for a moment i thought i paid witness to a version of myself. you are kind. understanding. beloved to the dead. maybe there is hope after all."

tiny • curious • mischievous

sere llyr

   friend   "oh kindred spirit .. how lucky i am to find you in my shadow. a curious sprite with an endless belly for sweets, why don't we see what the star has to offer? wonderful, magical things and delicious foods a plenty."

naive • troubled • loyal

renzo kishua

   friend   "the world you paint is one that can only ever live in dreams and dreams alone. a sky as blue as yours has no place for rain and storms. you may tread the line of indifference, but know that friendly faces grow weary in the long of your shadow."