"Because I'm Alive. My Blood Type Was Revived In A Lab On Harmonus. Acer And I Were Sent To Lone Moon

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Your name is Capell Legato, and you are 21 Sweeps Old.

You are a Pediatric Surgeon and Grub Specialist who goes on medical missions aboard the Aurora Lark III. Your specialty, while much needed, is not well respected outside of Harmonus. Your main focus is Alternia, which has had healthcare problems for many Sweeps. They seem more interested in your rare One and Many Voices ability, granted by a rare variant of Purple Blood from an extinct version of Alternia.

You are the one who facilitated the birth of an Extinct Blood Color.

Your Chumhandle is gentleCantative, but your work keeps you from interacting much.

[Mun Note: Capell’s voice is based off Avi Kaplan]

Stelle followed Edgar to a room clearly from Weselton, a room with a large table with a map spread out. The map had illustrated trade routes and strategies.

"Well, what do you see, Your Excellency?"

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

the way homestuck did its clouds...

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Your name is Stelle LaLune and you are nearing 9.5 Sweeps of age.

Your interests include ancient trees, wandering the Moon Palaces, and Pierrot.

You have lived on the Lone Moon since you were a grub, nurtured by an Exiled Imperial Drone, Acer.  You like Acer, but he also mentions you have an adoptive older brother somewhere, beyond the Lone Moon.  You know you are here because it is safest, but also lonely.  You have learned to craft prophetic dreams to warn of future events.  Your main concern is for a certain Tree that Holds All.

You are supposedly a Blood Color that was extinct, but brought back to life.

Your Trolltag is AcaciaTapestry and you tend to bold for emphasis.  You use a lot of dream symbolism as well.  Kind of annoying.

Good night!

Stelle glanced to Edgar, hoping this was going well, and looked back, "You are welcome, Your Majesty."

People had come to see the "Star-Child" and "Lone Moon Maid."

Stelle mostly stayed with Edgar to seek his guidance on how to interact with others.

@itisweselton

It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.

quilt by Chinami Terai

"True, but insight is insight. Even to know just one good royal exists." Stelle listened, "Harmonus acts as not just a multiverse hub, but preserves parts of worlds long gone. To save and revive extinct blood types, morphs, and species is instrumental to learning and preventing another extinction. I am proof it is possible."

Stelle went to another room, opening the door. It was all ice. Everything was frozen. "Oh... This is different."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

"Have you seen some odd sorts, paying off that miserly village leader?" Palmia looked to Rennoh, "Mydaas, that's the one who leads Rennoh's village. Anyway. Seems there's outsiders who pay Mydaas and then treat my territory as their game reserve!"

Rennoh was quiet, leting Palmia vent aloud. The golden deer were on alert, listening.

"But you. You said you met Stelle?" Palmia asked.

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

"It's..." Stelle was astounded, "It's incredible..." She had her luggage, and was taken by servants to get set up, dressed, and ready for the ball properly.

She would reappear not long after, dressed in a Pierrot costume. It was pristine white with black accents, her makeup in the classic style. If anything, Stelle appeared more as a duitiful servant versus a dignitary.

@itisweselton

It had been planned for when the Veil thinned. Stelle embraced Acer, bidding him goodbye.

She was off to Weselton, to finally meet others face to face. She had a suitcase of her things, and a costume for a masquerade ball that she was invited to on behalf of the Duke.

The other case had gifts for the Duke, to show her gratitude. Books of Harmonian tales, maps, gemstones...

She hoped to make a good impression as she went through the doors, to enter the waking world for the first time.