Behind the Mirrors
The Observer of Fervoura.k.a. Tiny, the Droplet of the Writhing River
A lone Fingerking who occasionally possesses Wren to indulge in the joy of existing, which includes but not limited to admiring a certain flautist. Not very bright for their kind, apparently. |
PROFILEAge: As old as the tallest tree in a forest, as young as the smallest chick in a nest. Closest To: Bohemians Significant Other: Robin Blackwood Family: They consider the Writhing River as one. Physical Description: A small snake, no bigger than the palm of the hand, with red, black, and yellow bands. Occasionally they mirror Wren's appearance, but the lower half of their body remains serpentine; a kind of lamia. Personality: Excitable and silly on the surface, scheming inside. Thankfully their desires are easily sated. Likes/Dislikes: Robin, food, music, and new sounds. / Cats, the forbidding Law. Strength/Weakness: Can possess people, very flexible, knows a lot of things. / Can't take social cues, the things they know are trivial and they have no idea how to apply them in reality. Extra:
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STORY
The one they called the Observer of Fervour was an aberration. While their kind desire for bright and shining jewels, a curiosity grew in them about the world beyond the reach of the River. At the same time, their origin made connecting to other royals with similar desire challenging.
For this reason, the Observer spent most of their time alone in the Mirror-Marches, gazing outside the windows scattered on the jungle floor, at the bonds shared between the beings free to roam the world beyond. When they looked at one of the countless mirrors, they locked eyes with a long-haired man. The man recognized them for what they were, and he made an offer they simply could not refuse - a chance to walk beyond the mirrors. The Observer was overjoyed; they had proven themself a capable King with this contract! The Observer didn't intend to commit everything into keeping their part of the bargain at first - how can they, when they can spend their precious linear time on enjoying this world instead? After all, experiencing it is different from just knowing about it! The moment they met Robin, however, the Observer changed their mind. They desire not only the world now. They desire for the young man. |
PROFILEAge: She lost track of it. Closest To: Bohemians Family: Her mother had abandoned her. Physical Description: A graceful woman in a snowy ball gown, with milky white skin and silver hair. Her movement is delicate and her breath is chilly. In the rare occurrence she ventures outside of the mirror, she wears a mask to hide her pale complexion. Personality: Curious, proud, melancholic. Her expression doesn't change often, however. Likes/Dislikes: Books, mysteries, Lacre, perfume. / Heat, false summer. Extra:
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STORY
As one winter came to an end, a mother abandoned her daughter in a wood. There was no malice, only hope for her daughter to live longer in a place where spring never comes. A foolish, reckless hope.
The daughter walked, lost between the falling snow and black bark. As no time passed, she learned loneliness. In no time, she met regret. A match, the two danced into one. Ah, whose memory is this? It no longer matters. The Silver Lady awaits with an open book. |
Fuyuki K--------
a.k.a. the Sable-Clad Pianist
Good day, welcome to our humble restaurant. It is cold outside, is it not? Please, do come inside. It is pleasant here - no encroaching darkness, or that adult figure that screamed at you, or the flicker of something sinister in the corner of your vision. Nothing like that at all, certainly. |
PROFILEAge: In one sense, he is old. In another sense, he is yet to be born. Better not think about it too hard. Significant Other: He is not around anymore, in more senses than one. Family: He does not remember about his blood ties, nor does he care. Physical Description: Tall and lanky, his skin ghastly white and his eyes a steely light blue, contrasted by his black hair and his old tuxedo. A look that appears sturdy and fragile at the same time. His body is cold to the touch. Personality: Quiet with a degree of timidness, but sharp and sensitive to changes. A recluse by nature. Apparently he used to have people he cared for and would put above himself, but no more now. Likes/Dislikes: Warmth; spending time with people he trusts, be it through music, food, or other activities. / Having to hurt others; being alone. Strength/Weakness: An experienced contract-maker and oneiropomp. / Can be too soft, leaving himself starving and the Silver Lady upset. Extra:
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STORY
The wintry nightmare has no idea how he ended up in Parabola.
It is normal for nightmares and dreams to be in Parabola, is it not? Not for the Sable-Clad Pianist, apparently. He claims that he came from a different place, where the day is bright and the night is his alone. That he came from a different time, when the waking world now seen beyond the mirror is but a distant past. He is utterly alone. His beloved has passed away, and now he finds himself in an unfamiliar place and time. He is utterly alone, just like in those distant days - days he no longer able to remember clearly, but its misery lingering at the back of his mind. In times like this, sleep becomes a tempting prospect. Sleep and never wake up again. No. No, he cannot give up now. Giving up would mean betraying the last message that his beloved left him with. It is not the end of everything yet. The Mother of Fate is cruel, but one will not receive Her blessing without perseverance. Thus, once again the White Forest stands, luring in dreamers with its songs and warmth in a desolate town, bringing them into a nightmare's lonely and cold embrace. |