Zoë, Jack of Hearts

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ID: SD451
Name: Zoë
Suit: Hearts
Rank: Jack
Gender: Female
Animal: Feline (Caracal)
Region: Avington/Highlands/Raemblen Bog
Dealer: Xenon
Parents: Viola x Pale

Current Forms
Baby

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Notes[/b]
The amount of feathers on this girl is amazing! All of them are plush, silky smooth, and have yet to develop the size and richness of color and patterns they will upon adulthood. Her mask needs to be worn at all time as she is highly allergic to natural air and needs to breathe natural bog gasses, filtered and simulated by her mask. She does not yet have a secret...she is Avington enough that she could develop one later in life...

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Basic Magical Ability[/b]
She can ignore moderate amounts of pain for up to twenty-five 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 the Suit of Diamonds, once per day. The degree of pain is akin to a spear slicing through the torso. It begins with a sharp, stabbing pain, followed by the incredibly strange feeling of a foreign body lodged in the chest. This pain lasts for up to two minutes. Cards of greater rank are better able to ignore the sensation.

Powerful Magical Ability[/b]
When activated, she can control the mind of a lesser Heart for up to fifteen minutes, once per week. The individual being controlled would know and the degree of control would be almost perfect, except that the victim slowly sprouts small pin feathers from their pores. This goes from barely noticeable to starkly strange. They all fall out after the ability stops.

Jack's Ability[/b]
She is able to, once a week, cause another Card or equal rank or less, to lose all of their teeth and begin salivating at an incredible rate for a full 5 minutes.

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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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Highlands[/b]
Residents are usually white with swirls of gold and red slash-like markings. Some can have either one marking or the other instead of both, but that is a rare happening.

Many consider the Highlands to be the most beautiful Realm in the world to date. Lush, rolling meadows, rich fields, thin stretches of forest, distant mountains, and quaint brooks make the Highlands one of the most respected and idolized Realms in which to work and trade. The residents of the Highlands tend to hold themselves in equally high regard and they are often respected, no matter the rank, if that is where they hail from. It is rumored that those from the Highlands are destined for greatness, and they are often groomed from birth to think so. The Highlands actually border the Courts and even overlap a bit into the Court of Hearts. Many have regarded the Hearts Court as the Highland Court for quite some time, though others have ruled there. Those of the Highlands rarely leave and will often sneer at the thought of breeding with anything other than another Highlander, though they have been known to deign to make love to Avingtons and Yarrows without too much fuss. Highlanders tend to despise those who hail from the Lowlands, as indeed many do, with nearly as much hatred as the Josggiy Marsh dwellers, despising the vague tie to them as “counterparts”.

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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