Eryn, Nine of Hearts

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ID: SD383
Name: Eryn
Suit: Hearts
Rank: Nine
Gender: Female
Animal: Bird (Owl)/Feline (Caracal)
Region: Avington/Raemblen Bog
Dealer: Xenon
Parents: Apocalypse x Merlin

Current Forms
Baby

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Notes[/b]
An Owl! Oh, that is rare, and what a cute little thing, too. She has the appearance of having four ears, though the owl set are false, feathery "horns", in actuality.
The only thing Bog about her appears to be the eyes...though she will smell a bit if she gets overheated.

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Basic Magical Ability[/b]
She can ignore moderate amounts of pain for up to twenty minutes.

Moderate Magical Ability[/b]
When activated, she gains an immediate proficiency with any weapon that she picks up. This can be activated and deactivated at will.

Strong Magical Ability[/b]
When activated, she can inflict mental pain on another card of any suit, once per day. The degree of pain is akin to a blast of steam directly to the eyes, scalding hot and coming in sudden, intermittent gusts for a period of up to two minutes. After three blasts, the victim will lose all sight in their eyes for up to ten minutes after the ability ceases being used. It does not work at all on Cards ranked Eight or higher.

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Birds[/b]
Birds are seen fairly often across the Realms. They are a far cry from hard to find, yet slightly rarer than a Feline or Canine. They are usually found outside of the Marshes, which they tend to despise, and will often roost in the Highlands until chased out by the residents. Birds can be anything from predatory to a common sparrow.

Felines[/b]
Felines are a common breed. They are found everywhere you look and their lifestyles make it easy for them to stretch themselves to the furthest reaches of the kingdoms. Not to be confused with the Court of Cats (who are the size of a house cat), the Felines of the realm are about the size of tigers and range from sleek Siamese to bulky alley cats in shape.

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Avington[/b]
Residents are usually emerald green with cream and pale blue winding across their spine in a tree-like marking. They often sport antlers as a mutation.

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. Many treacherously deep rivers and waterfalls make the main living areas difficult to reach for those who cannot fly. 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 without repercussion. It can even be seen as a sign of intimacy. If the secret is pulled from an Avington unwillingly, the tree on their back will blacken and, essentially, die. This causes strains of madness or extreme amnesia to occur in the unfortunate and its effects are normally irreversible. Most normal residents of the Realm will shun a dead tree as though they have a plague, though they cannot spread their curse.

Raemblen Bog[/b]
Residents are a grayish-reddish medium brown with random blotches of dark purple and speckled with flecks of pale yellow (imitating what little sunlight gets through the canopy) to blend in with their surroundings. They are covered with foul-tasting oil and all are equipped with some sort of ventilated mask.

Located between the Tulgey Woods and the Golfam Marsh, this is a land of dark auras and even darker cults and magic. The people from this Realm tend to be snappish and crude, more intent on keeping themselves alive than being pleasant to you. The air in the bog is nigh on poisonous and many need masks of clean air in order to enter safely. They also are not as class-conscious as any of the other lands. As difficult as it is to live there (the infant mortality rate is very high), they recognize that everybody does their part and everyone is needed. Many who leave are surprised by how Rank and Suit conscious the outside world is and it can give many small mental breakdowns as they attempt to deal with the environment and the sudden assignment of a “lot in life”. Their glassworks have quickly become renown for their beauty and remain their main export, one of the only signs to the outside world that they still exist. Made from the toxic silt, there is a rainbow sheen to the glass. Though made from poisonous material, the toxins are no longer present after the process and many Courts demand them for decorations. Members of the Bog are often wary to breed with anything that looks weak or unable to hold its own. The natural desire of many is to either breed with their own kind, or to breed with something large and bulky. Many are attracted to thick-set stocky people. They favor those from the Glaciers and the Selkie Lakes over any other Realms, and see Lowlanders and Villas as fairly worthless breeding stock. Breeding with a Yarrow causes a nasty chemical reaction in most Bog dwellers, killing most of them after the coupling. A child resulting from this meeting is incredibly rare and rumored to be impossible.
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