Vertumnus, Seven of Spades

[FlyingPanther]

ID ♠ SD053
Name ♠ Vertumnus
Suit ♠ Spades
Rank ♠ Seven
Gender ♠ Male
Animal ♠ Deer
Region ♠ Avington
Lineage ♠ Silvanus x Ophelia



Notes

He has a secret that he has never told anyone. He is likely never to tell it, even to any future mates he has. Only time will tell what it actually is, and if he will dare to tell anyone willingly.

His umbrella sometimes makes his hand feel tingly...it has great promise for magical abilities! <3



Abilities

Basic Magical Ability
He can run up to 30mph in sprints and 20mph for up to an hour in extended runs.

Moderate Magical Ability
When activated, he can see black-and-white clearly in the dark. This can be activated and deactivated at will. Should he look at a moderate to bright light with this ability activated, however, he will experience intense pain and be left with a splitting headache for up to one day.



Offspring

None Yet



Forms







Youngling Form

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Spades: The Paw

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Spades are the second most common Suit, though unlike Clubs they can only occur in a breeding if one of the parents is a Spade. Spades are quick on their feet and reliable as far as their representation in Court proceedings and their tendency to follow the rules laid out for them. Spades are still not seen as being what one would desire in society; though they are above the Clubs, they are still of the same color and are often mocked by others of higher ranking. Higher up Spades, mostly face cards, are treated with the same respect that anyone would give to a ruler, and aren't frowned upon in the other Courts because of their noble rank.

Their representation, the Paw, refers to both their fleetness of foot and their general personality. They tend to be "soft" in their punishments and treatments of the lower class. They are therefore represented with that symbol, as opposed to one more closely representing weaponry.



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Fives, Sixes, and Sevens are the most commonly found members of society and are seen as the "middle class". Since there are so many of them, they are seen as the "norm" and feel that there is nothing wrong with their lot in life if they remain where they are. They tend to be pleased with life and can get mediocre jobs as higher-end servants in the Courts, living their lives comfortably in the average end of society. Higher-ups may still look down on them, but they can all feel justified in gossiping about that moronic snot at dinner or with the neighbors.



Hooved Mammals

The Hoofed Mammals are a bit harder to find about the countryside than some of the other breeds. They tend to stay away from watery Realms and favor hard-packed ground over which they are excellent sprinters. They are usually in the forms of deer, horses, and gazelles, though others have been spotted.



Avington

Residents are usually emerald green with cream and pale blue winding across their spine in a tree-like marking. They often sport antlers.

The inhabitants of Avington are regarded as being beautiful by most other realms. Even the Lowlanders find themselves envious of the delicate appearance. Avington is a heavily forested region, deep and secret; few who are not of Avington have ever been able to see their actual city. It is hidden deep within the heart of the trees. Each Avington dweller possesses one secret; they will not divulge it unless they feel they have to, but they may tell their mates or close friends. If the secret is pulled from an Avington unwillingly, the tree on their back will become blackened and dead.

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No Art Done By Myself Yet



Writing By Nyx

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To Flee or Not to Flee...
The youngling lay on the top of a hill, the tall grass swaying over his head as he watched his siblings play in the distance. He didn’t feel like joining them, he very rarely did, unless it was to taunt the strangest sibling of all, Severus, but even that didn’t appeal to him today. One of these days, he would prove to everyone just how evil his strange brother was, he just hoped that day would come sooner instead of later. A small thought crossed his mind. . .what if he was wrong, what if Severus wasn’t evil at all. . .no, that just wasn’t possible.

Why did he have to be different than all the others? It wasn’t just that he was the odd one of the bunch with his full siblings, but his half siblings as well. Oh what a lot fate had tossed him. If only he could live with his father. That would make all the difference in the world to him. His father seemed to be the only sane rock in the ocean he called the world, and he clung to him whenever he had the chance. Was it really his fault that just about everyone else was crazy? He didn’t think so at least.

The only Avington in a bunch of Corvistowneians and Torquehelmites, sometimes, it was almost too much for his little mind to comprehend. He was too much his father’s son to fit in with what he had come to call his ‘Mother’s clones’ and those half siblings of his. Those Corvistowneians, with their science and experiments, and the town itself. That was almost too much to handle. It was so down trodden and looked as if it was going to fall down around him at any moment. He could hardly stand to live there.

The trip he and his siblings had taken to their father’s home and sealed it for him. He didn’t belong in his mothers home. He was destined for better things than the little hovel he was currently trapped in. He belonged at his father’s side. Now, the question was, how was he going to get there. He loved his mother, he couldn’t help but love her, but he felt like such an outcast, and she just didn’t seem to see it.

He rolled onto his back, front legs crossed over his chest, as he watched the clouds drift past. He thought over the things that he could do, either stay with his mother and his strange siblings, or run away to his father’s home. His father wouldn’t turn him away, would he? He sighed, eyes watching the clouds while his mind was a mess of confusion and lost thoughts. One day, one day he would make up his mind and either run, or stay. He just hoped that it wouldn’t cost him too much in the end.



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