James Howard, Eight of Hearts

[carcinoGeneticist]

ID: SD437
Name: James Howard
(his real name is J'ame'soward, because his mother had no idea what a Bog name sounded like but wanted to try.)
Suit: Hearts
Rank: Eight
Gender: Male
Animal: Rodent (Rat)/Feline (Caracal)
Region: Raemblen Bog
Dealer: Xenon

Current Forms
Adult

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Biped[/b]

Notes[/b]
His nature is a bit off due to his small inherited bit of Bog insanity...from Rhi's side of the family...
He sees people and tries to imagine them in relationships constantly, unable to abide the feeling of loneliness or see someone suffer from depression.
If he settles on a relationship in his mind, he'll fully and completely believe it true. Poor thing.
His Bog smell was removed by his mother once long ago.

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Basic Magical Ability[/b]
He can ignore moderate amounts of pain for up to half an hour.

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

Strong Magical Ability[/b]
When activated, he can inflict mental pain on another Card of the Suit of Clubs, once per day. The degree of pain is similar to that of one's heart being ripped out of his chest.

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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.

Vermin[/b]
Vermin are easy to locate and, even though their name may bring other thoughts, they are generally quite sweet and docile. They live anywhere that food is plentiful and tend to stay away from the Selkie Lakes. They usually look like rats or mice, though gerbils are not unheard of.

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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.[/center]