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"Because I'm alive. My blood type was revived in a lab on Harmonus. Acer and I were sent to Lone Moon to protect us. Unfortunately, Alternia has been a market for Blood Poaching, as... I find it barbaric but it's a show of power there, to be adorned in the colored blood of those you subjugated. Harmonus is vast and not all are safe. My older brother knew I wasn't safe."

Deep breath, get back on track.

"What does one do, when there are pressures from one, quite powerful empire?"

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?

"Powers over ice... Interesting. Both beautiful and dangerous." She noticed the sharpness of the ice, Emotional torment made this..."

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?

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Stelle considered his words. "While this is considered a grave sin where you are from, it is sadly not uncommon in the world I was born from..." Pause. "I have always wondered, Your Excellency, how do humans determine royal blood?"

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?

(picrew here)

Your name is Rennoh Cadrea, and you are just 8 Sweeps old.

Your interests are related to nature, particularly foraging in the Wilderwood.

You have lived as an orphan in this rural village in Harmonus, though you spent your formative years under the care of an Imperial Drone called Acer.  You had helped him revive an ancient crystallized blood sample, creating a baby grub sister.  You knew, though, that they were safest on Lone Moon.  You miss them.  The sound of your Bell is soothing, and calls back to a lost ancestry.

It was for the best.  After all, you know your Classpect is likely fatal, should too many Sessions kill the Tree That Holds All.

Your blood color is no one’s business.  That’s rude to ask. [He is a purple blood]

Your village has no Internet, so you don’t have a Trolltag.  Bummer.

You noticed your village seems to be full of Blood Poachers…

"I remember a book, ah, I think you have it? The 'Moon's Lone Dreamer'? She is almost as if she stepped from it!"

This book was a Fairy Tale, illustrated and passed along families. A lonely maid from the Moon, appearing from nowhere and charming those around her.

The Pierrot Troll was sitting and talking to the young man, the two enjoying the company. He was a man of good standing and lineage, but Stelle? Mysterious.

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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.