Bobbie, Six of Hearts

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ID: SD464
Name: Bob (Bobbie)
Suit: Hearts
Rank: Six
Gender: Female
Animal: Feline
Region: Hisstor Wastes/Raemblen Bog/Highlands
Dealer: Xenon
Parents: Aimili x Jakodi

Current Forms
Baby

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Notes[/b]
Wow...what a Realm base blend of colors and markings! This lovely little girl has a wing mutation many would trade their right hands for and the little fingers are quite dexterous. Her fur isn't oily enough to be smelly, but she is rather hard to bathe due to how slickly it slides water right off. The little line of spine is her own, much like her mother, and she feels a deep tie to her family, however aloof she may sometimes act towards them. She was born with a stunted tail, nothing wrong with it, it's simply shorter and more scraggly than some.

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

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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”.

Hisstor Wastes[/b]
Residents are usually white or gray with yellow, orange, and/or red tabby-like markings. They are inordinately fond of bone ornamentation and it is rare to see a Hisstor without at least some bit of bone jewelry.

Those who subsist off of the Hisstor Wastes are feared throughout many realms; their lithe, gaunt forms and odd mannerisms give many the chills, as do the lands they live in. The Wastes are aptly named, for the land consists of long stretches of barren desert strewn with rocky plateaus and thick, choking dust. The climate is usually cool and dry, with very few trees or hills to choke back the wind that gusts through constantly. Though one might think from a distance that the shimmering air indicates heat waves, it is actually a disturbance in the magnetic field surrounding the Wastes. Most who hail from Hisstor have slight quirks or mental issues, making it difficult for others to trust them right away, though many are quite intelligent and are happily willing to share their knowledge and aid with anyone who wants it...for a price. The land they come from is rumored to be as empty and devoid of life as the residents, though the characterization of the residents is mostly fabrication brought on by fear. Most residents are instilled from birth with the intense and incredible desire for family. Whether this means their own parents, a mate, or children is up to them, but a lone Hisstor is usually an unhappy or disturbed Hisstor. Family or deep friendship are what often causes Hisstors to form “clans” or groups of people who are important to them. These people do not have to be other Hisstors; indeed, they are one of the most accepting Realms in existence. The death of a clan member can be enough to drive a Hisstor to madness or even a state of relative emotionlessness. The bones they wear are commonly those of older family members who have passed on.

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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