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RP Wanted The Portal 
Miin
Currently championing: Vourib
#1
beyond visions of wretched smiles and the dread that they've befriended
Late Drench, 1174.
Miin's unfortunate trip to the Portal.

The day started much like any other in Drench.  Light barely seeped through the dense blanket of clouds in the sky above.  The world appeared dull and lifeless in the shade of grey smeared over everything.  The forest floor was damp, unpleasantly so, and the bark looked bloodied in the moisture.

Slumbering quietly in the brush along side a well-beaten path was Miin.

The rain had long since soaked through her coat, though the mare either didn't notice or didn't care - difficult to discern which one.  She sought no shelter from the slow, relentless onslaught of water from the season.  The season was familiar to her, though she remembers a time when it was less extreme.  The creature had been reborn several times in Drench, and, though she can't remember, it was the first season she had experienced in the Rift.  Therefore, the water serves not to wake her.

Instead, it is the buzzing of an insect fluttering around her mouths.  All three sets of lips begin to quiver and squabble at the annoying brush of air against her skin.  The loud buzzing that natters against her ears and sends them flying back against her misshapen skull.  Four deep, dark eyes open in a flash.  "Ack," she squalls, a vicious snap of her teeth catches the bug in a satisfying crunch.  Instead of spitting the unlucky fly out into the word, she swallows.  "Rude, rude, rude," a half coo chides the insect now making its way steadily down her esophagus and toward her stomach.

After a few moments, the once-fair maiden shakes her neck, sending a cascade of water flying into the air around her.  She begins her trek out from the brush, completely ignoring the bits of leaves and dirt clinging to her coat.  She looks like a pale, thin ghost sauntering through the shaded trees, making her way toward the nasty place known as the Portal.

The little heathen typically stays away from the Portal, not caring for the idiotic newcomers that slip into her crevice of the world.  They tend to display fear at the beautiful flash of lights and eyes in the shadows of the trees, not appreciating the wonder that is the distorted world of the Rift.  The cowardice and confusion irritates Miin in a way that she would rather avoid.

Yet, she felt a disturbance from the north, and so she travels steadily every day toward the glowing blue light of the Pinnacle.

Her tiny hooves carve little indents in the loam at a sluggish pace.  Her stretched limbs move slower than one of her height should.  Very little energy goes into her movements, as though time and age have worn her down as it might an old crone, yet no visible sign of age plagues her form.

It is when she gets close to the Portal something begins to feel off.  Now, the waif had been around the Rift long enough to know of its nature.  The ravenous, unpredictable, and violent land would take and give at different times, and so she freezes in place.  Her ears stand at attention atop her skull, breathing slows, and her three faces look a mixture between horror and glee, uncertain what the claws of the Rift would do.

"Hello, pretty," she greets the Presence, her voice a shrill sound in rain.  "It's been a while since you visited Miin."

Then, erupting from all three mouths at the same time, raucous laughter.
""
miin


Miin is a Native Riftian.

Guaranteed Magic:

Immortality:  Miin is reborn when she dies from fatal wounds or old age.  She may be permanently killed by removing her head and splitting apart her faces.

Desired Magic:

Transformation Magic:  Miin may adopt the face of anyone she meets and speak with their voice.  She is unable to transform her body.

Knowledge Magic:  Miin can "see" into past events of those she has met.

Mutations:

Opal Coloring: Miin's coat shines like opal in the sun. Otherwise it appears a dull white.

Elongated limbs/body: Miin has an impossibly long, thin frame.

Multiple Faces: Miin's face is framed by two halves of another face.

Normal Items:

Glass beads shaped like faces in her mane.

Leather satchel decorated with twigs, bones, and fur which can be slung around her neck and sits upon her shoulder.

Various animal bones which are held in her bag along with her cards.

Desired Enchanted Item:

Enchanted "Tarot" Cards:  Set of twenty-two cards with strange rune markings and pictures in various colors which can float in the air and show Miin's "visions".  Miin uses them to "tell the future", though accuracy is not guaranteed and is likely just her own rantings.
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#2
the Rift
A daughter from the Rift has touched the Portal once more, and the Rift writhes in excitement. Those born from this land are always cherished but never relieved of their part of the hierarchy either. While they might have all worked in tandem at some point, the Portal cannot stop the urge to strike toward the creature with the raven’s caw laugh to see what it might be able to absorb back into itself. It strikes out with sharp bladed talons, slowly reaching the mare and caressing its sharp nails down her back, grinning while it takes in everything it can. When it is finished, the talons retract and the darkness begins to fade away.


| ACCEPTANCE NOTES : Miin |

Magic:
Immortality: Miin is reborn when she dies from fatal wounds or old age. She may be permanently decapitating her and splitting apart her faces.
Knowledge Magic: Miin can “see” into past events of those she has met.
The Rift takes your second magic greedily.

Items:
Tarot Cards: Set of twenty-two cards with strange rune markings and pictures in various colors that can float in the air and show Miin’s “visions”.

Mutations:
Coat shines like opal in the sun.
Elongated limbs/body.
Each side of her face has a half of another face.

All normal items transfer fine! Just link them to this post for proof of obtaining them. Welcome to the Rift :)
» Presence of the Rift «


Varuna
Currently championing:
#3

Varuna looks on with enraptured curiosity. He has not seen anything quite like her, even in the belly of the rift. Here in the portal, all manner of horse are sucked in and examined by the presence, picked clean of the pieces it can devour and then moved on from when it is finished like a greedy, unsatisfied child.

Of course, the rift also gives. Varuna's skeletal muzzle glows in the shadows as he watches, a reminder of the Kaos god. Once, Varuna hated him. The shadow-beast took his mother, orphaned him, ripped away all normalcy and good feeling. The yearling's memory of a time before is fractured—brief flashes and wispy impersonations; smoke and mirrors. He's come to sympathize with Kisamoa, perhaps even pity him for the crippled monstrosity he is. The gods of Helovia were arrogant, blasphemous. It is no wonder Helovia fell to ruin. If there is anyone to hate, it is the gods of his birth, who abandoned and damned him. 

The forces of the rift, on the other hand, are always there. They adopted him... more or less... and the child (who is swiftly growing into a stallion) feels a deep sense of loyalty to the rift—perhaps even loves the treacherous world between worlds in the way Varuna knows love, which is a tenuous and suspicious thing.

Laughter splits the silence (paying no attention to the constant patter of rain) and Varuna's ears are upright. 

She seems to know the presence, speaks to it directly. He finds this interesting, since most of those who wind up in the portal are ripped out of their worlds and cow away from the shadows, the blinking eyes, the feral, corrupted magic beckoning from the beyond. She is a horror in and of herself, sickly-looking and stretched to unnatural proportions. He wonders if her faces are a conglomeration of other souls sharing a body, like Kisamoa, and thinks she belongs here.

He never makes himself known, but watches quietly, curiously, as the presence drags a hungry talon down her back and disappears just as quickly as it came.

@Miin


STILL YOUR HEART, THE DARK IS STILL THE DARK
You may always use magic/force on/against Varuna (excluding powerplay).

Miin
Currently championing: Vourib
#4
beyond visions of wretched smiles and the dread that they've befriended
The claws of the Rift rip into her flesh, feeling like talons piercing through the blackened heart of the pale ghost in the rain.  Her laugh breaks into a heavy screech, a shrill sound that could tear into your eardrums and curdle your blood if you were of weaker constitution.  "Naughty," she yells, her voice wavering with dissatisfaction at the loss of one of her magics.  Her dark eyes swirl around the area with vengeful purpose, intent to get back at the forces.  "Take from the weak ones, pretty - not from Miin!"

Yet, the old croon knows she cannot.

The Rift would take as it pleased, and the fallen maiden could do nothing about it.
That did not stop her from screeching into the darkness.

All things considered, the often ravenous Rift did not strip her of much; the rest of her seemed mostly in tact.  Still, the tearing of her soul's fabric burned and caused her to writhe forward with an ugly lurch.  Miin cannot recall a time that the pretty one had taken something from her.  The feeling remained familiar, only due to how disturbing it was to her, but the memory of her last trial remained so far away that she could not remember what had been lost.

Her eyes glaze over as she stumbles toward the trees, placing her impossibly thin frame against the sturdy trunk.  Her sides heave and shiver, and quietly amid the falling of the rain, a wailing begins.

Loud, exhausted, and violent, the cries tear through the air and reverberate against the wood.  Tears of massive proportion well up from her eyes and blend in with the rain as they fall down.  "Cruel, so cruel, pretty."
""
miin


ooc: Sorry about the wait! @Varuna