The Child at Heart
TWENTY-TWO ; MUSICIAN ; MAGICLESS
The Kissingers had hoped their firstborn son would have at least done something with himself. He didn’t have to be a ranger or even a fisherman. Just…something that wasn’t music. Mind you, the family loves their music, and it’s rumored that they always have at least one instrumentalist playing at all hours of the day in their grand halls. But musicians weren’t exactly high-class members of society. Most people who took to the music trade were generally coupled with the other entertainers, living from one performance to the next. They were respectable, to be sure, but not the stuff of lords or their sons.
And yet, here he was: Eden, the son of the best architect of Nore, playing the harp in the streets just because he can. And because of this, almost no-one but the children respect him. Two other boys were born to the family, but neither survived the winter and the Kissingers were left with Eden. The whole of the kingdom knows how he was meant to be strong, brave, everything that he isn’t. Eden grew up with a deep love for fiction and the arts, shirking all duties in lieu of reading stories at the University and pestering the scholars in it. In fact, the only thing Eden seemed to do right was arrive on time to his music lessons. The likened him to a child even as he grew into manhood and refused to take a wife.
Eden has an uncanny knack for getting himself into trouble, which has caused him to blunder through most of his life, relationships and social gathering included. He does his best to help out wherever he thinks he’s needed, which happens to be far more places than where it’s really needed, but he always seems to make the problems worse. The cold doesn’t seem to effect Eden as much as it does everyone else, but the fact that he’s still so simple-minded certainly doesn’t help anything either. He spends most of his time around town, trying to be one of the performers and entertain people in a troupe one day. Eden would open another theatre with his own coin if he could - not that his father ever lets him near a noble unsupervised - but so far, his appeals have turned up empty, and his audiences are rarely more than a few people at a time.
Eden is a simple man with simple pleasures. A nice song and a good meal never go unappreciated, and company is never turned away. He’s got a good heart, always means the best, but good intentions never got him as far as he’d hope. He is known for his unreliability and his uselessness far more than he is known for his sweetness.
With the mindset an irresponsible young man, Eden does whatever he thinks is best at the time. He’s impulsive, intrusive, doesn’t understand the idea of keeping things private or letting things be, and he certainly doesn’t understand seeing other people’s sides of things. Amazingly stubborn, but still sweet and innocent, it’s a wonder if Eden would survive at all, should he not have his father’s protection behind him.
The Kissingers are known for their lack of magic. Eden and his sister both have none to speak of.
Eden a transgender man, and prefers masculine pronouns.
The Fisherman’s Daughter
NINETEEN ; FISHER ; ICE
The life of a fisher isn’t exactly the most luxurious, but it’s far from hard. Josephine’s day usually consists of waking up just before sunrise and trekking down to the river with her father to help him fish until about noon. She’s usually the one leading their one pony and the cart, while her father walks ahead in the middle of yet another one of his tall tales. Around noon, they both go back to town to either sell the fish that day, or preserve it. And after that, Josephine is free to do anything she wants.
This is the sort of life she’s grown up with, and the only one she’s ever known. Not that she doesn’t like it, of course. Josephine loves all the free time she gets, especially when compared to other working families. As a child, she would spend a good amount of her day, running around to watch people go about their own work, or taunt the children who were still busy. Josephine took every chance she could to cause trouble and flee just before she could be caught. The women about town, blamed this on the fact that she lost her mother as a baby, but who could really tell with these things?
Since then, though, Josephine hasn’t entirely matured. She had never known her mother, never felt the need to, and winter hardly hurt her father’s business. With almost no hardship to speak of, even as Nore got colder and colder, Josephine had little trouble staying an innocent and mischievous child. But this pushed people away. They didn’t like that she didn’t worry, didn’t like her easy life while theirs was so hard. And grown woman acting the way she does is certainly not nearly as endearing as it would be if Josephine was still a child. Still, she tends not to dwell on this, and continues going about her trouble-making business after work, just as she always has.
Childish and mischievous seem to be the two best words to describe Josephine. She’s a sweet girl, honestly. Quick to forgive, and friendly enough to be sure. But she’s just as easy to anger or upset as anything else. Josephine isn’t known for feeling things deeply, and her mood changes from moment to moment, depending on the situation at that very second in time. She has a hard time holding on to grudges or strong feelings, and generally lets it slip from her mind when she stops caring.
For all her immaturity and her trickster attitude, Josephine is quite practical. She’s able to work her way out of any problem with improvisation, doing nothing without purpose. This does include her pranks and teasing, but the purpose is usually to get attention, though she passes it off as, “Because I wanted to.”
Josephine isn’t aware of her magic, as neither her mother nor her father had any to speak of. But she has an especially rare and powerful magic, the ability to control ice. Unfortunately, it’s also extremely dangerous one here in Nore. If she gets angry enough, Josephine can cause snowstorms, freeze an entire part of the River of Dagur, or at least make it snow lightly for an afternoon. She has yet to make the connection to the weather and her mood, however, and while it isn’t her fault that Nore is the way it is, there is some gossip spreading about town that she might have had something to do with it anyway.
The Muse of the World
TWENTY-SIX ; ACTRESS ; LIGHT
Though it isn’t always easy to travel through the sheer number of things she’s seen, Zelda has travelled through nearly every city of the three great kingdoms in her band of traders. Her father Dannis was one of the many traders of the kingdom Sol, though almost completely unknown. Zelda’s mother was one of the enslaved people, but, because Zelda was born a boy, Dannis kept Zelda even after he sold her mother. Even when she insisted upon wearing gowns and changing her name, her wit and her sheer skill for business kept her on her father’s good side. She became a constant companion to him, learning to negotiate and barter and memorize the names of every city in the world.
But it was the snow she fell in love with. She had accompanied her father all around the world, including Nore a year ago. But when he left after a three-month visit, Zelda decided to stay and join the acting troupe of King Sheppard, a man who she at first found herself infatuated with. But her affections fled when she learned what he was really like. While she’s far too polite to call him out on his lies about the world, she cannot stand the idea that he would throw away the idea that he grew up with a home and a mother and father who would not ignore him while he was busy doing business or taking advantage of the enslaved people in their caravan.
Still Zelda has found herself happier than anywhere else here in the capital city of Nore. She is still learning about the culture and the holidays of a kingdom, enjoying hearing the different ways people celebrate life. Zelda is still trying to convince herself to find the motivation to write a play, but she’s convinced she has to write about something she’s already experienced. The hardest thing about it is deciding on which experience to use, and where to finally begin.
Just like her bright red hair, Zelda is a splash of color in the world of Nore. She has a thousand and one things to say and a riddle or rhyme to accompany each one. But even with these thousands of thoughts, she holds an almost otherworldy quality about her. Every movement and every laughter is graceful and ethereal, beautiful at it’s core. And everything she says is genuine, meant from the bottom of her heart, making her all the more of a wonder.
While prone to bouts of absentmindedness, Zelda has a wit as sharp and quick as a knife, and it is rare that she finds herself in a situation she cannot talk herself out of. Well - perhaps it is not nearly as rare as she would admit, as Zelda is also prone to hyperbole. She rarely lies, but that does not mean an exaggeration here or there will be out of place.
Light magic, while nothing of a rarity, can become a unique and brilliant magic when in the hands of an artist. Zelda can conjure up little balls of light in any color she wishes, and send them floating or flying or spinning around. It adds atmosphere to her poetry and her writing, and, she won’t hesitate to add, makes for excellent lighting when setting up a stage.
With the death of King Sheppard, Zelda has become the new owner of the Actor’s Guild. However, she cannot stand the idea of being in charge, and much prefers to be an assistant than a leader herself. She’s having trouble adapting to her new role, and it will take some time before she feels even remotely competent in the part.
The Trader who Cannot be Ignored
THIRTY ; TRADER ; ALLURE, DEVIL HAND
Few men are anywhere near as rich as Shadrach, much less women. Even among kings, her wealth is known as a thing to be respected, and yet she has no want to assume any titles further than trader – or so she says. There is no doubt that Shadrach has many secrets, but no telling how many there are, or what they are at all. Since the beginning of her childhood – which no-one knows the true story of, to be sure – Shadrach has been manipulating the truth and, by extent, other people, to suit whatever needs she has.
Around the age of twelve, she sometimes will admit, Shadrach was taken from her family by a pair of men. But by the time they made it back to Sol, Shadrach had become the leader of the caravan, neither enslaved, nor a common trader. She had, in a matter of months, become the richest among men and women in the far east of Sol, and no-one knew how she did it. If asked, Shadrach would answer that it was because of her god-given gifts, whatever they may be. And her answer, if asked to explain more, would change by the day, if not by the hour.
Over the next eighteen years, she worked her way up, gaining more and more wealth, scattered in banks and mansions across the kingdom. It’s more than likely that, by this point, Shadrach has gained enough money to buy an entire kingdom for herself, though she’ll never confirm or deny this. Nor will she explain how she got the money aside from the trading she’s done.
Some weeks back, Shadrach began writing to the main trader in Nore, Grigor Stradden, after hearing of the great beauty of the Caddocks, and of the whores, Carmilla, and Ruby, though the men have not escaped her notice. She asked him to escort her through the Rosebud Pass and to the frozen kingdom with her goods and enslaved people, no matter how long it took or hour rough the journey.
And now, Shadrach has finally come to Nore with a room in the Whore House until she leaves. Though she’d hardly think of doing more than courting the Caddocks, Shadrach is adamant in her pursuit of the prostitutes. She insists that she only wishes to free them, to show them true love, but there is no doubt something behind her words that would make anyone think otherwise.
There are two distinct sides of Shadrach that she openly displays, but there are, undoubtedly, hundreds more. On the one hand, Shadrach is casual, yet flirtatious. She laughs easily, always knowing what to say, and always seeming to have a companion with her when visiting inns and bars or parties and balls whenever invited. Shadrach is sure to make her companion, and all those around her, feel more important than the king himself, unless, of course, she was speaking to the king as well. Perfectly versed in social queues and reading people, Shadrach will never miss a beat when it comes to speaking with others and gaining their favor.
However, behind closed doors and drawn curtains, Shadrach is as perverted and cruel as anyone might think. Though she does not have blood magic, she has a special fetish for the blood of the beautiful and young. Her magic makes her irresistible to even some of the most stoic of men and women, and Shadrach makes great use of her magic, luring them into her caravan, never to leave again. And, sure, she will treat them well for some time. Months, perhaps, years, but in the end, they will be her playthings to do with as she pleases.
Already a rare magic, Shadrach’s vein of allure is a distinctly unique sort. Her very being changes the atmosphere in a room, and all attention is drawn to her, regardless of what else is going on. Though select individuals – usually those with immortality, or wordsmithery – are somewhat immune to her magic, most fall victim to her presence.
Which is made all the worse when one realizes Shadrach possesses the unique ability to change her fingers into the sharpest of blades. Devil Hand is an extremely rare and unique vein of magic, likely never before seen by most people, though Shadrach is not the first to possess it. What she does with this magic varies from cutting her hair to cutting a man, slowly and painfully, in the worst way she can imagine, though she keeps this use secret from her admirers and acquaintances until he’s lured them into her territory.
As time passed for Shadrach in Nore, it became evident to those in her company that she did not intend on leaving. She had plans to stay and open her own slaving business, much crueler than that already set up in Nore. However, she found her heart softened by Ruby, who had put on an act of kindness and naivete for the foreigner, and Shadrach found herself among the many bidding for the woman before long.
TWENTY-EIGHT ; NOBILITY ; SNEAK
The three Cariott girls, Adelaide, Victoria, and Tamzin, are known throughout Nore for the distinct inability to act at all like each other. Adelaide, with her wicked, crooked grin could enchant a man with her words alone. As the oldest, she was more spoiled and doted upon than the other two, showered in luxurious gifts and music by men and women both. And why wouldn’t she? From the beginning, Adelaide had the uncanny ability to know exactly what needed to be said when it had to be said, and she never once missed an opportunity to charm others and gain their favor.
She took a turn for the worse, however, when the man she had fallen for, Thane Frell, proposed to Victoria. But the younger daughter could not be married first. She was immediately engaged to Samson Wyre, the one man she could not stand in the entire kingdom but one of the few men with as much money as the Cariotts. It was, in her mind, solely the fault of her father, the man who lost the trader’s booth to Helga Halesheim in a gamble just after the engagement party.
With the family’s main income now in the hands of a woman – a gambling woman at that – Adelaide decided she would no longer pretend to be the perfect young woman that was expected of her. Married at twenty-one, Adelaide had seduced Thane by twenty-two, and their affair has been ongoing for the past six years. She was the first of the girls to discover her magic, however, and put it to good use immediately. On the eve of Victoria’s engagement to Thane, she snuck into her father’s chambers and poisoned his drink, leaving herself and the other girls orphaned, and Tamzin in the care of Victoria. She hides her guilt well, and no-one has yet to find out.
Adelaide has two distinct sides, one sociable and full of gossip, the other self-absorbed and more passionate. When in company, Adelaide holds herself as any lady might, with grace and laughter and smiles. She knows well how to act when she has to act, and to keep any suspicion off of her and, with a few carefully placed words, onto Victoria, who she has yet to forgive for catching Thane’s attention first.
Because above all, though she does not often show it, Adelaide is spiteful. No crime goes unforgiven in her mind, not until she herself has exacted the punishment that she herself deems suitable. Easily made jealous, she acts behind closed doors, working to get revenge for every tiny offence. It’s gone so far, in fact, that she’s almost become obsessive, not caring about the motives, intentions, or emotions of anyone but those she has come to hate.
Adelaide’s magic has been in the Cariott family for generations. Sneak, often called the thief’s magic, allows her to pass through crowds and lonely hallways completely unseen and unnoticed, leaving her to do whatever she wants, when she wants.
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Weather magic, like any sort of elemental magic, gives one the ability to manipulate the weather, and is evident in the characters listed below. However, it does not affect the weather on a large scale — just the immediate area, and can range from rain storms to light snowfall to heat.
Characters who possess some form weather magic:
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The Little Kitten
NINETEEN ; PALACE RAT CACTHER ; CATSEYE
As a child, Maisie was simply adored. A little girl who swatted at strings and purred when her hair was stroked was one of the most endearing things the Norns had seen. The adults would fawn over her, give her trinkets to play with and games to play. But even the most endearing of childish behaviors become irksome after a certain age. When Maisie started showing signs of growing up - physically at least - the adults decided it was time she started acting like a normal person. It was around this time Maisie was able to change completely into a cat, but her behavior showed no signs of changing.
Her parents could find nothing to do with their strange daughter but employ her as a rat-catcher in the household of anyone willing to pay. The Caddocks, with their castle and huge expanse of farmland, had enough use of her to let her stay as a servant and rat catcher. But a sweet and too-trusting little girl is a dangerous thing to be when men are around. Maisie spent her younger years sitting about in the kitchen, watching the cooks work and stealing treats they left out for her. She caught the eye of one of the men who worked there, and, too innocent to understand what was happening at the time, followed him into his house one night.
Needless to say, Maisie understood the dangers of men after that, and found herself hard-pressed to trust them easily after that. Just recently, however, Maisie has become old enough to marry, and her parents are hoping to find someone suitable for her. Not only is this something she’d prefer to stay away from, it seems her behavior may be more than a little off-putting for most any possible suitors. It’s not as though Maisie cares about her behavior. She doesn’t see anything wrong with herself, really. It’s just everyone else who winds up thinking she’s odd, and not much more than a person put there to entertain them.
Maisie is sweet and caring, but one of the strangest young women in the kingdom of Nore. Extremely easy to distract, it isn’t uncommon to see her filling her pockets with multiple trinkets, each holding her attention for only minutes at a time. Easily startled, however, she tends to drop everything in her hands and pockets at sudden noises and frights. Maisie finds herself attracted to string, flowers, and small, moving objects and animals and will chase after them if they flee.
But she’s far from just a cat in a woman’s body. Maisie has troubles trusting men as easily as she trusts women, who she tends to follow around in the hopes that they might teach her how to read and do simple mathematics. There’s a side of her that can be very logical, and she’s proven to be an excellent problem solver. While not the best with people, Maisie can give answers and advice one might never expect of her, and she asks for nothing in return, so long as she can help out and be put to good use.
Catseye is much like any other magic of this sort - that is, wolfseye, Crowseye, and so on, though Maisie did not get it from her parents, who have no magic at all. While it may seem like a blessing eye magic is more often than not considered a curse. Maise is able to change her shape into that of a small house cat, with all the physical abilities and instincts of one as well. However, that also carries over to when she’s a girl. Maisie hisses, chases after strings, and even licks herself clean when she thinks no-one is watching. Though it’s useful for her job, Maisie does her best to suppress these instincts, as unsuccessful as they may be.