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Rummy

(#13539451)

the defected detective.

Familiar

Dodo

Energy: 45/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.5 m

Wingspan

6.16 m

Weight

532.11 kg

Genetics

Gold
Iridescent

Orange
Facet

Gold
Gembond

Hatchday

May 27, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Ice
Common

Level 1 Skydancer

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Gamma
Alpha

Offspring

none

Biography

xxxxxx

PRONOUNS
she/he/they

OCCUPATION
investigative journalist

PARTNER
flintlock

BROTHER
vistaine

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RUMMY ; the investigatorxxxxxxx

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their office is tucked away in the back of the municipal building: the oldest thing in town apart from the ancient church that sits kitty-corner. it's a dusty afternoon and the representatives liberty and hunter are out (lunch break? you assume, if the two ever do take breaks). the door you're looking for is ajar, a faint scritch scritch coming from inside.

you go to knock on the doorframe, but a voice speaks up before you get the chance.

"come on in."

you know them and their brother hail from the south, but the accent itself is hard to place. you try and clear your head with a deep breath, and push open the door.

and perhaps the inhale was necessary, since there's barely room to breathe in here. the space is cramped but not quite claustrophobic, organized but not quite clean, and has a long, crowded bookcase spanning the far wall. though some of it is indeed lined with books, most other spaces are occupied by trinkets and items that boast a life of travel. their desk has cabinets on either side and far too many mugs stacked on top of it, a small but masterfully crafted marble figurine of a cat beside their inkpot. it looks suspiciously like the one peering at you from across the room, curled up on a pillow in the corner.

they don't stop their writing as you enter, raising an eyebrow to glance at you between pen strokes. their grey eyes are steely and cold, slightly bloodshot. you feel as though they're trying to analyze you within your first moments of meeting. a battered, red quill is gripped tight in their hand, and you hear them grumble out a curse as they smudge the tail end of their sentence. they sigh.

"well, that's enough for now," they say plainly—seemingly talking more to themself than to you—and nonchalantly raise their hands up in surrender to the task. they grimace as the quill drops from their relaxed grip into their lap; they knock it to the floor with a very strained smile. they don't bother to look down.

"rummy, investigator. i'm sure you're aware of that," they push their glasses up, lean back in their wooden swivel chair, and stick out a hand across the desk. before you can begin to reach over they yank it back, narrowing their eyes at the wet black specks spattered over their skin. they decide to wipe the ink on their coat before standing up with their clean(er) right hand outstretched.

"and that's why I wear black."

you think you feel slightly dizzy from all of the unnecessary theatrics you've just witnessed. their handshake matches their expression—firm and formal—but the urge to laugh at the painful attempt at a dramatic introduction is almost enough to make you doubt their skills.

almost.

you seat yourself in the chair opposite them, and begin to disclose the details.

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family wrote:

what rummy doesn't want to admit is that they and their brother are more alike than different—both with a penchant for the theatrical, both with the uncanny ability to deceive, both only so-so at pretending that they're cool, well-adjusted people. the icefield siblings are the type to show up to a gala undercover and be wearing the same brilliant shade of red—rummy in a badly hand-tailored suit and vistaine in a gown that fits like a glove. (every guest is subject to a public show of passive-aggressiveness in which no one really wins. (they both think they do.))
they generally operate in separate spheres, but lord help you if you're ever stuck in a room with them both.

defection wrote:

told to locate the dangerous crew of the shearwater, captained by the increasingly-infamous flintlock. rum is sent to a local port frequented by pirate crews to gather information ... they end up hearing things that make them realize they identify more with the crew than their peers.

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