#ooc

August 13th, 2019
earldebuke 1:01pm
Pooka Concept Refugee Stew You're not from around here, and when you say that, you mean like... New Jersey might as well be another planet. You were born in Syria Honduras Yemen Antarctica or wherzit... your mother had hoped for Asylum for some time, even before things got superterrabad for those hoping to move in. Long story short, cute American guy... your mom... googly eyes... bun in oven, ding you're done 9months later but dad died (Was shot strangled stabbed mauled by dingos or something) ... risky childhood. Then DNA testing confirmed dad was dad, and some fae did this loophole and discovered you AND your mom are both something called Pooka! NJ Teaneck refugee group ends up getting contacted and you're sent to a place with a hold and everything! your head is still spinning. Your English is good, but your lies are vague... you end up saying "The thingee" and "whatsitcalled" and so on..drives folks nuts, no less than you. You're quite aware had you not been a kithain you and your mom would not have gotten the same level of help you did. And a part of you has you worried that any minute now, some paperwork will get corrected and then bam! Back to Syrhondyemica you go! But you're a prey animal part time ,and well... survival instincts are you thing. Your mother has ORDERED you to get to know the local troll lodge and make friends. She thinks a motley can protect you. Mom's pretty smart, she's kept you alive this long. You like Concordia and are trying to embrace the concordian ways. You even tried the accent until you learned that 'golly shucks 'ma'am' was Willows.. not apples'. It can be hard to blend.
earldebuke 1:05pm
Redcap Concept My Fair Monster You remember when you were a childling. You grabbed a knife on that old sidhe and threatened to gut him unless he handed over dross or money or better yet both! Sovereign, it turns out, is a bitch. Not only did you not get the goods, the noble hauled you in to some local lord, and asked for permission to 'take up your training' like you were some sort of damned dog! Wuff Wuff! Oh sure, he acted like he was nice, what with providing you food and a bed and shit... but you made sure he knew you weren't going to fall for it! But he bailed you out when you got in trouble, he looked after you when you were sick and... then one time, when you bit off than you could chew? You saw him fight. He was like a freaking force of nature. So you tried to be more civilized, but it was hard. You bitched and... he listened. To your surprise he directed you to use your hunger and anger in new ways that were considered acceptable yet still very much a release. You took it as a matter of pride that you could direct your savagery with discipline, as did your mentor who had become a father in everything but word. You are , in short, openly seelie, and genteel- until someone fucks with you and then you are openly seelie and their worst nightmare. Not only do you know how to fight and hunt with the nobles, you can remember the thees and thous. Then one day it happened, your mentor died chimerically and.. his fae soul didn't come back. Without his patronage, your company was less wanted. Fortunately your mentor left a will of sort. While just a teenager, you are provided for with a small house in some area where Seelie Caps are supposed to be safe. Ruler is a troll, but at least she's a Gwyd, But whatever folk tales you hear, you doubt she's half the falcon sir was.