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Rusalka

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Let me fettle this OSTENTATIOUS trash or I WILL throw claws.

Familiar

Steam Gyre

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

1.18 m

Wingspan

0.92 m

Weight

1.86 kg

Genetics

Copper
Wasp

Moon
Bee

Pistachio
Firefly

Hatchday

Oct 26, 2019
(4 years)

Breed

Adult
Fae

Eye Type

Water
Unusual

Level 1 Fae

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Orion
Hunny

Offspring

Biography

R U S A L K A

• Treasure's • Glasswelder •
• Lifecarver •

B I O G R A P H Y

Its impossible to forget about an encounter with Rusalka- The young fae's personality is uncommonly boisterous and his drive infectious. Every day, he bribes a bunny and takes a ride across the entire Covert, re-checking the state of his mosaics and complimenting others on the way.
He has an eye for all things shiny and an idea on how to improve every design. To others, he gives his input freely yet kindly so- But his own creations are treated with harsh criticism, and Esperanza and Treasure have to make sure he won't stay in his den for days, re and re-working all jewelry from scratch.

His lives work is making allowable jewelry from glass and bringing glam to people who thought they couldn't express themselves in such a way. Job like that made his moves and thought process careful and calculated, but that often escapes outsiders, who treat him as a mere pretty face- He can tell when people try to dumb him down, and they are left with a twitch of shimmering crests and a nick that will awaken later that day and will stubbornly plague the rest of their week.

He has a deep desire to be seen and acknowledged, and so not all of his over-the-top behavior is truly genuine. The most prominent branch of this behavior is consistently bringing up his mate (Treasure), until his conversation partner openly expresses their support.

B A C K S T O R Y

Rusalka's story is one that is well-known among the Coverts people, and he does not attempt to conceal it in any way, lightly retelling it when the community center's atmosphere turns heavy-hearted and calls for melancholic confessions. (Which is, not surprisingly for this lair, quite common)

Rusalka was born into a sprawling water clan full of bold mercenaries and seers, who provided the surrounding lands with ancient treasures forgotten deep in underwater grottos. Those from the mainline heard the hymns sung by jewels wishing to shine in the sunlight, or artifacts who wanted their stories told- the best of them could channel an emotion or memory tied to the object and force it's song out, at which point the treasures wouldn't be able to hide from the tracker's eyes, no matter the distance or things between them.
They established thriving fame of prized locators, some of their blood were even employed by Tidelord himself to search for temples and ruins from the first age.
Maybe it was the fear of losing their services and loyalty that allowed others to turn a blind eye to their rather,,, archaic nature.

Being born into a family as good-off as this and being of excellent breeding that promised powerful abilities.. Well, it was a privilege. One that Rusalka had to pay back immediately by being married off to another hatchling born just days ago, ensuring the further strengthening of the line.
But the two weren't to meet till their adolescence, and Rusalka underwent not-quite-alone but lonely, sheltered childhood.
Most of it consisted of honing his powerful abilities in controlled environments and accompanying his parents to important events, never allowed to fully mingle.
His free time was too supervised, and never really allowed for anything that could potentially turn dangerous, to either his body or his abilities. (Which ranged from being forbidden to move too fast on sand, were he to cut himself on a shell to being ushered inside anytime musicians or echolocating whales passed near their lair)

Rusalka soon learned to internalize the reality that his existence is something just borrowed from his clan- And they expect their property to be maintained to their specifications.
Rusalka was fed, dressed and conditioned to perfection- a fact which his relatives were eternally proud of and showed off at any possible times.
,,, The leering stares were one of the things that Rusalka allowed himself to feel distressed by- Some of his relatives told him that they are the truest sign of power and that he should ignore them or actively feed into them for influence, as long as it doesn't threaten his married status.
He eventually learned to only alert his parents about them. The two, quiet as they ever were, always managed to rid him the most persistent suitors.

And Rusalka never questioned his experiences, or his destined future as an heir,, until he met Tanec, that is.

The first meeting of his wife was one of the times he was left completely alone, waiting in a sprawling domed garden,, waiting for a long time, to the point where he laid his ears against the entrance, hoping his relatives aren't irritated by the lateness of his future half.
The only sound he caught was the loud boink of gate slamming into his face, throwing him against the sprawling birch tree.

Now, the proper thing to do would to get up and apologize to the lady for his behavior or hope for the sweet release of comma- neither of which he was able to do, since the mentioned lady just now glued his neck to the tree with called-upon sap.
This day was certainly shaping up to be one of the most overwhelming days of his life.
He was about to voice his bogglement, but his spouse got to it first, speaking in clearly disinterested voice with undertones of thinly veiled threat, but with confidence that could only come from ages of preparement for this very moment.

Tanec wasn't his wife, and never will be. He does not care for what Rusalka expects out of this relationship, because it won't be like that.
The two of them will learn to bear the presence of each other but away from the Clan's eyes, their lives will be completely separate.
They will also find a street orphan when their families get pushy, clan ability be dammed, because if Rusalka ever touches Tanec, he will make sure they both end up disemboweled the next day.
And something strange came over Rusalka, like a weighted veil being lifted, because he muttered a small "Oh, thanks you,,", before promptly passing out. (Turns out, it was the oxygen deprivation,,)

He woke an hour later with a jolt and tip of an unfamiliar tail in his ear canal, that he promptly in a fit of disbelief tried to bite off. His failed and sloppy attempt was met with surprised laughter that sounded like an old war machine rumbling back to life.

Rusalka couldn't help but be roped into the easy and open display of emotions, hesitantly flicking at the offending tail with his own "I was warned of boys being boys- but that was vile."

Safe to say, the two promptly became best friends.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Treasure:

Esperanza:

Promethera:

Riftweaver: ???

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