Various Makeup Inspirations

Stelle listened, and then gestured the Duke to follow. "All right... Lone Moon's palace will change in its paths, depending on the paths you take. I can help you interpret what is seen, 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?

(Picrew Here)

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.

the full moon in paintings

“Have you heard? Lone Moon’s veil will be thin enough soon! It means I can finally see the waking world! Maybe I’ll find my brother!”

(lone-moon-pierrot) "Ah, Soldan! You, uh.." Stelle stepped out in a pressed, lily white Pierrot outfit. She was holding the cap in her hands, her makeup not yet done. "Hi, um, I made a new outfit."

"Hm? Ah, Hiya Stelle! That's really well made outfit, I currently have one in progress! Taking my time with it though, I want to make ssure detailss aren't russhed."

He had to think fast... Capell aimed his rifle for one of the more rambunctious bandits, nailing a shot right on the buttock.

"OW BEEEEEESS!!!!" the Bandit shrieked

"KILL BEES HONEY FOR MEEEE! OW OW OWWW BOLD BASTARD"

"SLAP DEATH SPLATTER BACK"

Capell kept shooting vaccines, making the bandits panic and then scream about... ...The color of the fletchings in the darts and fighting.'

"I WANT THE PINK PRETTY ONE"

"HER NAMES COTTON CANDY"

On Call

@adam--bomb

It was a more complex mission, but Aurora Lark III didn't just serve Trolls.

However, this planet, Pandora... It was a unique challenge in danger levels.

A respiratory illness was detected and determined dangerous, so the Aurora Lark III's scientists and doctors crafted vaccines. It was just getting the vaccines into the patients...

Bandits rarely came looking for anything other than a fight. Capturing them would be dangerous and unethical.

So the safest bet now... Darting them, as well as working on food-based vaccines.

If only there was a local doctor who could give insight before the powderkeg blew...

Capell Legato aimed his air rifle at a few Bandits that were carrying on in their usual way. It was then he noticed they were *after something*.

"Then rest here, you are safe here." Stelle held the book. "I hope this is readable. I know dreams can obscure text."

It was a historical text from Alternia, called "The Impossible Blood Color". It was a tome describing extinct blood colors, and how one particular color only existed in 'fossilized crystals'.

(lone-moon-pierrot) The stars were lovely on Lone Moon, the sky a midnight rainbow of galaxies. Stelle had something for Soldan to see. "Friend, hello."

"Stelle! Good to ssee you again!" a smile, cheerful as it usually was. Soldan walked and stood beside her, an inqusitive head tilt to one side. "I do apologize for being busy, It'ss getting a bit chilly where I live. Sstocking up and whatnot, tiring work!"

@lone-moon-pierrot

[Picrew link]

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]

"Acer is my, her adoptive Lusus." Rennoh suddenly quieted as he heard a twig snap.

Palmia was on guard, her deer growling before charging off.

There was a loud commotion: loud honks, snarling, and screaming. Rennoh was frozen in place, beforeseeing Palmia return, purple and blue blood on her antlers.

"Sorry about that. My herd are chasing them. Where? To where they deserve."

"Palmia, you are hurt..." Rennoh pulled out a clean cloth and antiseptic, and Palmia let him treat a gash on her shoulder. Bronze blood stained the fabric.

Palmia held the cloth, glancing to Soldan, "The rules of 'Hemospectrum' mean nothing here, no matter what those Poachers believe. You. Which world are you from?"

@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."

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?

Harmonian Culture: Pierrot Clowns

(Mira Fujita, others unknown/vintage)

The White Pierrot is typically depicted as wearing monochrome, most commonly white (though black is worn too). In many of the tales starting on Harmonus and from other universes that had Trolls, the White Pierrot represents innocence, softness, and mystery. In Hemospectrum folklore, some Highbloods would dress trusted servants this way, even hiding in their own illegitimate or adopted children (Marbled Highblood did so with Anoint Cadrea and Fiauna Nasrin).

It is believed the white coloration would reveal injury to a leading Highblood, and a proper one would render aid and seek vengeance.

(Various vintage art: two unknown, Arlecchino ad, unknown)

Harlequin Pierrot are more colorful, conveying a character of mischief and merriment. This look was often worn by those skilled as oracles, as well as messengers between Highblood and cohorts. The colors are eye-catching, and also disguise any possible clue to the wearer's actual blood color. Harlequin also train newer Pierrot.

(Image Credit: ShotsforPassion)

At gradoise events, Highbloods would dress up all Pierrot and Harlequin to the nines as a display of wealth. Mannequins were also dressed in extra costumes. These lusciously dressed characters were expected to be silent and be part of the decor (just as well, as movement wasn’t easy). Some dramas also depicted assassins hiding among them, or quadrants blossoming in secrecy.