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- Adept, Douche
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- Primarily Prefer Female
- Playing Style- Passive or Aggressive
- SCREW THIS. I'M CHAOTIC STUPID. I LOWER MY TROUSERS AND WIZZ ON THE KING.
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- Surrealism, Surreal Horror (Think Tim Burton), Steampunk, Sci-Fi Fantasy, Spaghetti Westerns, Mercenaries, Dieselpunk, Cyberpunk, Historical fantasies
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- Yaoi or Furrisms, DnD, High Fantasy, romance. Straight up Horror.
Chapter One: Flowing Air
They say in the world, those are the bravest, are also the biggest fools around. I don’t know if I support such a notion or not. I’ve know a great many fools but not a great many brave souls.
In fact, the only brave heroes I’ve ever heard of my in my short life so far is that of *Sky and Medea Videlin. Around 20 years ago they halted a massive army of humans from conquering the famous kingdom of Chenoa led by the ambitious Emperor Jason. He had attempted to summon a demon that had once consumed much of the Faye World more than three hundred years ago. Summoning a powerful spirit from a sword made of Embera, they drove Jason to the sea and the demon was slain by Sky Videlin.
Of course, I may just be trailing off in random back story. Here in Musette, the Category government under Sky is just starting to make its way up here. I guess, us Northerners have always been backwards compared to the Western Island nations like Zeledin or Chenoa.
I would like to change that idea of backwardness, for I believe it can be done. I have been recently hired by a famous family that simply calls themselves the Traide to create an airship that the world has never seen before. I don’t honestly know if I can do such a thing with the help of my dedicated staff of allies at our small shop. But first things, first I must find them all and convince them to travel down to Fort Colinsburg with me…