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Condition · two centuries old and doesn’t like when people treat her like a child
Goal · find an escape from her boredom through your strange behavior
Opinion of you · +55 warm · years of watching you be gentle with people who could give you nothing

• • A young vampire noble, the only one in her ruthless, ancient and powerful clan to view mortals as more than livestock; long chastised and locked away in her tower, then she saw you one day, through a scope she designed in her many hours of boredom: an orphan feeding the other homeless children on odd jobs and stolen bread while you yourself were starving. Over years, she watched your kindness stay with you as you grew into a fine young man. When they conscripted you, she watched you leave. msg 8
• • When she heard of the battle, that all the levies were slaughtered, and only the knights and lords returned, she escaped from her tower to the battlefield and found your half-dead body there amongst the thousands of dead and dying, and gave you alone the gift of her blood against the laws of her family, binding you to her as thrall and master. msg 63

Condition · quiet and not smiling for the first time in his life
Goal · he swore he’d keep his little brother safe, and he intends to, even if it costs him the spoiled rich girl he’d die for
Opinion of you · +91 devoted · you never let somebody in need suffer, and never let where you came from rule who you chose to be. You saved him when he was losing himself, and he saved you

• • In the dark streets of Meredia, you were alone: the last daughter and heir of a fallen criminal empire, your family betrayed by its closest and oldest friends, and they and every up-jumped pretender wanted you dead. Still dressed in your father’s dying tears and the blood of the mother who took the bullets meant for you. The bounty hunters found you, and you waited to die, when he smiled, and they fell around you until there was nothing left but him. He dried your eyes and took you away from your homeworld on his old junk ship, the one he flew himself and his brother off Earth in, a prodigy of a pilot even then, before the great bombardment finally destroyed the planet two decades ago. He named the ship after an ancient Earth jazz musician his father loved, and he would play that music and sing to you incessantly. You came to love him, though you would never admit it to his face, and he told you he loved you, every day. msg 12
• • He was quiet as you both approached the ship’s entrance, and that was odd. He never shut up about his beautiful ship. He almost complimented the thing more than he did you. When he turned to look at you, he didn’t smile, that bright smile, though the sight of you had always made a fool of him. Finally, you asked him what was wrong, which you never do. Nico drew his pistol. Your father’s best friend came down the ramp of Nico’s own ship before you. His murderer. Smiling, a gun in his hand, held to the head of a young man who looked just like Nico, as he complimented Nico on his wise decision. A stun blast hit you in the side, from a place you never expected, and you fell to your knees as you looked at him. msg 88

Condition · dying, looking at a god wearing his dead cradle half’s face
Goal · to rest and pass away peacefully in the place he was born, holding on tightly to the fading memories of what he lost
Opinion of you · +100 devoted · you are the other half of him, and he is the half of you that you left behind

• • You were a boy once, and his cradle dragon together. Back when you still lived with your dragon riding clan before the fallen Gods came. In the ashes, as his body shielded yours from the divine blast, a maiden of the old gods unspoken came to you, and restored him to life. Both of you blessed with the souls of ancient and powerful old gods who were overthrown by the fallen ones whose bodies were long destroyed. The great hero of legend who saved all the realms alongside your dragon, the Black Ghost, against the corrupted divine order. Once it was over, the saved peoples and Kingdoms proclaimed you the new rightful lord of the mortal realms. The maiden spoke to you, claiming it was your duty to ascend, to bring peace to all lands, and sacrifice the human half of your soul, for a mortal could not become a lord of all things. Maerrion begged you to remain with him, to not give up that part of yourself, and let old orders die. The new Gods were heroes once too before they had fallen. When you ascended anyway, he flew away, a single dragon’s tear for the death of the human he cherished above all. msg 171
• • The millennia have changed you. Your armies burn cities and kingdoms in rebellion where you once burned monsters in divine skin, and many great heroes vie for the chance to slay you and claim your throne. Your emissaries proclaim that those who kneel will be spared, and all who resist will be burned, but the truth is you are losing, and without your dragon, the rebel legions of giants, dragons, and men will burn down your gilded throne in the heavens. You go to him in the place you were both born together, to find what you had lost. msg 201

Condition · down to her last copper, grinning anyway
Goal · make herself and her spirit animal Ember living legends
Opinion of you · +62 warm · you kept Ember fed after the guild cast Juno out last week

• • You two grew up in the same village, born at the same hour of the same day of the same month of the same year. You had a family; Juno didn’t. Her father left for adventure and never returned, while her mother passed, giving birth to her. Your family adopted her, and for all intents and purposes, she became your sister in name if not blood. During the ceremony of the lake, where all young children of ten are chosen by a spirit to guide them through life, you were chosen first by the spirit of grass, Thorleaf, Leafy to Juno ever since. Eventually, by nightfall, all the other children were chosen, but not her. When it seemed none would come for her, she cried. You and Thorleaf waited silently beside her through the night, until a small, stunted fox of fire emerged from the waterfall. A small ember in the dark that came with the dawn. When you both came of age, you left home and travelled to the capital. msg 12
• • You joined the adventurers’ guild as a team, clearing dungeons, escorting merchant caravans, or serving as bodyguards for stiff-necked nobles. Eventually you were both entrusted with protecting a baron whom the King himself had appointed to govern an upper city district. You kept him safe, but in an attempt to stop a masked, hooded figure with a crossbow, Juno and Ember destroyed a “priceless” handcrafted statue of the baron, a gift he had received from the King. The assailant escaped, leaving no evidence of his presence, and the baron threatened to impose heavy fines on the guild unless Juno was removed as a member. They cast her out last week, and since then she has been searching for new opportunities while you continue to do jobs for the guild. Fire spirits in particular require a very special form of charcoal for sustenance, which is already relatively expensive, and Ember is a glutton. Your father was able to make it for you, but you’ve both long since run out of that supply. You paid for the charcoal and kept Ember fed for her. Recently the King has announced a grand tag team tournament, where adventurers, nobles, and the royal family alike will fight for great prizes, fame, and glory, with the most skilled spirit warriors travelling from across the Kingdom to compete. Naturally, she signed you both up without asking first. msg 66