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• Rosaire
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• Kikoi'o

They tell me I’m worthy, they tell me I’m strong...

Rosaire "Rosy" Lumari

... In spite of my failings they keep me along.

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Every season encourages Rosy's form to manifest drastic changes. The druid is capable of shifting between forms with some thought and time. However, they often prefer to remain in the form aligned with the current month.Spring: He is sweet and playful, youthful cheer for the incoming growth, he is here to nourish and encourage new beginnings. Pale skin and delightful pink fur, housing countless colorful sprouting blooms. His eyes are wide, bright, and attentive to all that cross his path. This is his smallest form, standing at around five feet and eight inches tall. Even his antlers are short, but still visible, green as the grasses that eagerly awaken as the last of winter is melted away. There's much to do, and he is excited for all of it.Summer: She is sharp and burning, a test for the hardships to come, the stage that challenges grown legs and spreading wings. Warm skin and blackened fur with sparks of vibrant purples born of a normally impossible fire. Golden blooms are nestled in, inspiring the image of royalty despite the wild nature she shall always represent. Her eyes are sharp and attentive, questioning if those they land on have what it takes to survive. She stands at around six feet and eight inches tall, her second tallest form. Antlers are tall and proud once more, twisting in that same black as if burned by her firey mane of hair. Aggressive warmth, heat, pushing all onward.Autumn: He is gentle and patient, proud to see what has made it so far and hopeful to see it continue to thrive, he is generous and giving. Tanned skin and somehow vibrant brown fur with flowers and leaves of fall colors. His eyes are soft, but aware of the reality that time is ticking by. This form is closest to how he once was before the fey influences took true hold, standing at six feet and four inches. Antlers remain tall, taking on a truly bark like color and appearance, a tree well grown and ready to bear fruit. The year is starting to end, those who have made it this far will be gently encouraged ever on with subtle nudges towards abundant harvests.Winter: She is a melancholy wrath, a sad cruel truth, she is the end of a year, or lives, making way for the new. Dark skin and fur peppered with gentle sparkles of ice-like blues and snowy whites. Her eyes are harsh and blackened, the pastel irises now aglow with their focus. She towers over all else she can be, a frightening seven feet and two inches tall before her antlers are even put into the equation. These branching bones that normally resemble flourishing plant life have become transparent and shimmering ice. While some flowers do still sprout upon her, some are crystalized cold instead of being true plant matter. The year is over, but what is lost shall always be remembered as clearly as what is still here.

Role Play Hooks

Rosaire maintains a grove that wraps its way around the clock tower near the town's docks. He cares for the beasts and plants, meditates out in the open there often. The largest tree of his garden is his home, with spaces for others. There is nothing to stop anyone from walking though, even a pathway is provided for those not as experienced with the overgrowth he's created.Though he has plenty of his own to grow and harvest from, he can also be found tending to crops around the town. He can probably help any number of plants take root and thrive. If you need help with a garden, he'd be a decent person to call on.A well known Druid of the town, he has a number of useful abilities he's happy to share. Want to be saved a few hours (or days) from hiking to a location? He can easily make a shortcut between trees to nearly anywhere on the island - or even onto the second island if you'd want to skip the train.The Druid also attempts to provide advice for those learning of their own abilities with nature. He is one member of a new Circle founded within the town. Even if he cannot personally teach you, perhaps he can provide a needed connection to someone within the Circle of Branches.He practically radiates fey energy. Many know he has connections to the wilds, and is a useful source when it comes to gathering information. A beast, a trouble maker, a helper, a plant, even Archfey - he's found at least some answers where books have failed the town.

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And may you need never to banish misfortune...

"Wen Ai"

... May you find kindness in all that you meet.

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Ai is a satyr who is, even on just a first glance, decorated with scars. They are a clear sign of someone who has survived and suffered a lot of wounds. Some from beastly teeth or claws, some from weapons. Small chunks of flesh are missing from her ears with clear bite marks... some fingers even seem a little shorter than they should be, too. Those who care to look closely would see she has burn injuries over her neck, both wrists, and legs. Ones that had been so severe that the fur in those parts of her legs will never grow back.Another peculiar detail about her is the left eye. It is, seemingly, an entirely black void with just a thin sliver of moon-like light shining at the center. This light seems to move and act as the pupil she's lacking. Despite the illusion of it working, those who are observant can tell it is basically blind. She is either slow to notice things, or completely misses them.Obvious wounds aside, she goes about her days with an amused smile and an easy to bring about giggle. She is, as expected, a creature of mischief that appreciates a good bit of fun. It can be difficult to understand her as she has a habit of listing several unnecessary words together throughout her sentences. It takes a conscious effort for her to control this habit speak concisely.She has pure white fur for her goat like ears, legs, and tail. However her head of hair is a striking bright blue that just barely goes past her shoulders. Short black horns and hooves match her fingers, which are harsh and not quite as flexible as most humanoid's would be. Another sign that she'd struggle with dexterous tasks.

Role Play Hooks

Ai has proven herself to be a capable healer in times of danger. A cleric that sports dark armor and a reliable quarterstaff. Even those who have not fought with her can puzzle together what she is from the prayer she says upon exchanging goodbyes.She lives in a small overgrown cottage that's off to the side of town, surrounded by apiaries. She seems to help care for the bees, in addition to other livestock being housed and raised in the area.Sometimes she'll seat herself in different areas of the town, playing odd lullabies on her lyre harp and even singing to herself. They're clearly from the feywild in origin, but translated to common.She loves dancing at festivals, as much as she might complain about her hooves or her legs. Have a twirl with her, a little fun is worth a little hurt.From some things she's said, she seems like someone that's lived a very long life. Maybe somewhere in her are useful memories.

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I know I'm made of clay that's worn...

Kikoi'o u-oq Nanu'a

... Blighted by imperfect form.

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A very peculiar young woman at a glance. Burning pink feathers grow behind her ears and at the end of her long tail. Scales of gentle bright blues cover her warm brown skin in patches. They're cool to the touch, and sometimes bring a sensation similar to holding a stone recently collected from a flowing river. Piercing yellow eyes with lizard-like features are often wide and in wonder, eagerly taking in the world around her. Everything about her suggests she comes from a once tropical place.Kiko has a habit of making chirping sounds when she's excited or particularly happy. Squawking is the other side of it, spilling out when she's startled or upset. The feathers around her head and the entire tail, too, move with every new feeling she experiences. One could learn the patterns, eventually, but they are complex and sometimes inconsistent with the expression she wears on her face.Standing at a mere four feet and eight inches, the sorceress speaks with surprising volume at times. Passions and ideals that cannot and will not be held back... so long as there is not a crowd already voicing her potential concerns. She seems to still be finding her confidence in her place within the town. For the moment she's content to her book shop, fulfilling requests one at a time and painting portraits on a whim.

Role Play Hooks

Kikoi'o runs a bookstore! She has her own little library and is also happy to search through others for any potential interests. Want a romance novel? In need of research material? Recipes? She'll find information that's, honestly, common knowledge for some cultures... and translate it into common or even braille to make them more accessible. She'll fulfill requests as best she can - though if a personal copy is desired, she'll ask for a small fee to be paid.In addition to her writing, she's an artist! Paintings hang on her walls and some of her books contain illustrations. Maybe she'd be willing to do a portrait or two... Some have already been surprised with one as a gift!She performs plenty minor displays of magic. Sparks of lightning, teleporting, healing, tidying, and of course her ability to translate any written piece she's given. Maybe some knowledge can be shared.. maybe she could be convinced to help out a bit more outside of town.Though rare, she can be caught outside of her home, too. She makes an effort to go on walks and occasionally practice her more offensive magics in the training yards.While most would likely stay indoors for such conditions, great storms instead seem to call her out. She can be seen letting the elements lash at her on her way to find hidden corners to pray.

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