Antirra

Joyfully morbid, lover of countercultures. Irreverent sense of humor. Has a serious thing for Zachariah (reciprocated, though neither's yet communicated it fully--the two are figuring it out as they go). Sort of disillusioned with the clan, but not nearly to the same extent as Zachariah, so they normally play devil's advocate when he gets frustrated.

Name's short for Antirrhinum. A mage with a passion for potions, remedies, salves, and teas. Born in the Tangled Wood at the very height of Trickmurk ceremonies, and can't hide their flair for illusions and dark magic. Lives on the edge of clan territory. If you peep through their window, you may see them wreathed in gnarled and shadowy hands, their knobby fingers ticking through recipe cards or organizing jars as Antirra rests besides the hearth.

They, Zach, and Xi are probably going on a roadtrip to fight god (well, Earthshaker).



"Aesthetic":



(but laughs about it)