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A possible character for a quest I plan to do on TGchan
=======[Character Discription]================
SPECIES- FEY
Fey are beings of innate magical affinity, they excel at shaping it too their will and it in turn shapes them back.
the physical appearance of fey is greatly influenced by the sort of magical auras in the area, under the development of pure auras Fey are born in their natural elfin appearance.
Rumors persist that the first humans arose from fey born in areas completely devoid of magic.
Name: MODESTY ROADS
Species: Fey
Gender Female
Age: 30 (19 equiv)
Calling: Weaver of Lariette
Weapon: Large Needle
Quote: "Don't expect too much from me"
"you have the blood of gods in you modesty, try to make it show" the words were a weight on Modesty's life, born to the Demigoddess Dignity she was expected for greatness, however where a god was robust, modesty was frail, where a god was wise she was foolish, and where the gods
were masters of reality modesty could barely manage the weakest of divine charms. Her mother ordered that she never associate with any of weaker lineage but Modesty knew that her mother simply didn't want her only daughter to humiliate her. Modesty envied slaves for the freedom they had.
Modesty never had any friends if she had friends she likes to think they'd have called her Dusty, she had a brother once who called her Dusty but he disappeared at some point and her mother refused to talk about it
Humility Haynes fellow demigod to Dignity, took the task upon himself to train Modesty in the divine practices of the weavers, his plan took the form of imbuing her with his own enchantments and sending her on pointless missions into the realms of rot to learn to channel energy even if it wasn't her own. ultimately the process proved of little help.
Then the outsider came.
It was said that he was born in the realms of rot, specifically a dark place known as the city of crows where the dead walked and men were at the bottom of the food chain. Gangs ruled over everything and battle each other for supremacy murdering all who opposed them, this was the place the outsider was from, he went by the name Phellion Prance and he was the most amazing person Modesty had ever heard of.
He came to the Silken veil draped in the finest clothes made by mortal hands and asked to be taught in the ways of the Weaver, to the shock of everyone he mastered every aspect within a week, able to complete single handedly ten tasks in a day what would have taken a full team of weavers a month each to accomplish, he was an idol without peer, even Humility who disdained mortals could only admit his traits "Prance is a loose cannon, but he's the best damn weaver on the force!" Modesty overheard a conversation between Weaver master Koista and Phellion the master stated questioningly "I heard you killed a man once, but I don't believe it" Phellion responded with his super cool demeanor "you shouldn't that's a lie" but before the master could speak the smug comment that would have no doubt come Phellion added "only a weakling kills a man once, I've killed over fifty men" leaving Master Koista a stuttering mess, If that was all there was to Phellion Prance he'd have been Modesty's idol for life(a really long time for an immortal) but that wasn't all.
Phellion Prance was gorgeous, quite possibly the most beautiful person Modesty had ever seen or believed she ever would see from his immaculate dress to his perfectly curved beak, to his deep soulful eyes and his rich vibrant feathers, modesty had never said a word to him for when ever she was in his presence she was blinded by his brilliance and rendered dumbfounded by his image. She would come to spend many long nights thinking about nothing but his wonderful plumage and perhaps even a little more . . .
Something awakened in modesty, and suddenly her many many tutors were staggered by the talent and skill she began to develop , she earned her mothers pride, and Humility's complements, and the approval of her peers, but none of that mattered because she just
wanted to be the best Weaver ever, because maybe, just maybe the one person that did matter might just take notice.
=======[Character Discription]================
SPECIES- FEY
Fey are beings of innate magical affinity, they excel at shaping it too their will and it in turn shapes them back.
the physical appearance of fey is greatly influenced by the sort of magical auras in the area, under the development of pure auras Fey are born in their natural elfin appearance.
Rumors persist that the first humans arose from fey born in areas completely devoid of magic.
Name: MODESTY ROADS
Species: Fey
Gender Female
Age: 30 (19 equiv)
Calling: Weaver of Lariette
Weapon: Large Needle
Quote: "Don't expect too much from me"
"you have the blood of gods in you modesty, try to make it show" the words were a weight on Modesty's life, born to the Demigoddess Dignity she was expected for greatness, however where a god was robust, modesty was frail, where a god was wise she was foolish, and where the gods
were masters of reality modesty could barely manage the weakest of divine charms. Her mother ordered that she never associate with any of weaker lineage but Modesty knew that her mother simply didn't want her only daughter to humiliate her. Modesty envied slaves for the freedom they had.
Modesty never had any friends if she had friends she likes to think they'd have called her Dusty, she had a brother once who called her Dusty but he disappeared at some point and her mother refused to talk about it
Humility Haynes fellow demigod to Dignity, took the task upon himself to train Modesty in the divine practices of the weavers, his plan took the form of imbuing her with his own enchantments and sending her on pointless missions into the realms of rot to learn to channel energy even if it wasn't her own. ultimately the process proved of little help.
Then the outsider came.
It was said that he was born in the realms of rot, specifically a dark place known as the city of crows where the dead walked and men were at the bottom of the food chain. Gangs ruled over everything and battle each other for supremacy murdering all who opposed them, this was the place the outsider was from, he went by the name Phellion Prance and he was the most amazing person Modesty had ever heard of.
He came to the Silken veil draped in the finest clothes made by mortal hands and asked to be taught in the ways of the Weaver, to the shock of everyone he mastered every aspect within a week, able to complete single handedly ten tasks in a day what would have taken a full team of weavers a month each to accomplish, he was an idol without peer, even Humility who disdained mortals could only admit his traits "Prance is a loose cannon, but he's the best damn weaver on the force!" Modesty overheard a conversation between Weaver master Koista and Phellion the master stated questioningly "I heard you killed a man once, but I don't believe it" Phellion responded with his super cool demeanor "you shouldn't that's a lie" but before the master could speak the smug comment that would have no doubt come Phellion added "only a weakling kills a man once, I've killed over fifty men" leaving Master Koista a stuttering mess, If that was all there was to Phellion Prance he'd have been Modesty's idol for life(a really long time for an immortal) but that wasn't all.
Phellion Prance was gorgeous, quite possibly the most beautiful person Modesty had ever seen or believed she ever would see from his immaculate dress to his perfectly curved beak, to his deep soulful eyes and his rich vibrant feathers, modesty had never said a word to him for when ever she was in his presence she was blinded by his brilliance and rendered dumbfounded by his image. She would come to spend many long nights thinking about nothing but his wonderful plumage and perhaps even a little more . . .
Something awakened in modesty, and suddenly her many many tutors were staggered by the talent and skill she began to develop , she earned her mothers pride, and Humility's complements, and the approval of her peers, but none of that mattered because she just
wanted to be the best Weaver ever, because maybe, just maybe the one person that did matter might just take notice.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Elf
Size 800 x 800px
File Size 179.3 kB
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