Difference between revisions of "Talk:DarkDeleria"

• Elements - Darkness •
• Eternal Autumn •••
• Fleeting Autumn •••••
• Shade •••••
• Spellbound Autumn ••••
• Moon •

      Few people know really what lies behind the shadows that are cast. The Darkling that stands before you seems to have a finer understanding of what the shadows and the nighttime really mean. To those that can see past his Mask, sees a gentleman that keeps something of his youthful and handsome appearance; but the time spent in Faerie and the season of Autumn have transformed him into something of a beautiful nightmare. He carries an air that could inspire beauty in malevolence.
      While he is still slightly above average in height, and still retains his average weight, there appears to be something more exaggerated about his stature, making him look somewhat willowy and lithesome in frame--like one that is familiar with running unobserved from hunters as well as knowing a thing or two about stalking a variety of prey. Even his fingers seem slightly longer on his hands, but fittingly so; with blackened and sharp fingernails. Though his Mask keeps his complexion to that of someone with a healthy glow, his changeling mein is more ghostly and not-quite-there. A small glint of spectral light glow within the dark pools of his eyes. Even if his wide and malevolent smile does not cross his lips, that same dark impishness can be seen in the dead lights of his stygian gaze. His dark chestnut-brown hair still is short in length, but has about it an intentional unkemptness about it, caring little for style. Poking out of his mussy hair are a pair of elongated ears, which look painfully sharp at the tips of them and narrower in width.
      His strong connection to the Wyrd mixes his fashion and that with his connection to the Court of Fear with the mantle and presence of the Ashen Court. A pair of dark blue (bordering on indigo) dress pants, with thin pinstripes that seem to look like wisps of smoke and fog that briefly move as he walks, like a strand of a spider's silk that is plucked lightly by the air. A matching vest compliments the pants looking slightly weathered and worn; with a yellowed-white short-sleeved dress shirt. His crinkled collar is unbuttoned, but he still manages to have a blue-black stripped tie hang loosely around his neck. His steps mix with distant and phantom sounds--the rustling of dried and dead leaves can be heard underfoot; mixed with faint howlings of wind through old, knotted wood. The buckle has a black stone in the middle that has been cut to look like some sort of moving stone--perhaps some sort of crow or raven. As he walks by, the scent is an aroma fitting of time long by: amber, balm-mint leaves, camphor, cloves, laudanum, and myrrh. The subtle myriad of odor slithers and wafts around him before it disappears like a stain of breath upon a mirror.

Dost thou seek the Mummer Man?
Larking in the gimcrack land?
What a gowk, that son of Pan.
Let's haul him forth, let's drag him down.

Let's speak together, a timbrous clan
Calling forth the Mummer Man.
Let's say together that bacchanal
Hoi Hoi, two three, around and round.

All fingers now upon the planchette
Speak again, with voices dulcet
Mummer Man, we call you lad,
Come play with us, and make us glad.

• Intelligence •••
• Wits •••
• Resolved •••
• Composure •••

• Academics ••• - Research
• Investigation •• - Autopsy Diagnoses, Rumors
• Subterfuge •• - Spotting lies
• Stealth •• - Hiding in shadows
• Medicine ••• - Goblin fruits
• Occult ••• - Funeral rites, Ghosts, Underworld Lore
• Science ••
• Emnpathy •••
• Expression ••
• Intimidation ••

• Ghost Ally (Emily) •••
• Harvest - Sorrow •
• Indomitable •
• Resources •••
• Trained Observer •
• Language(s) - Mourning Cant •

• Aloof •
• Lost Love •

• Mad World - Gary Jules
• The End - The Doors
• Back to Black - Amy Winehouse
• When She Loved Me - Sarah McLachlan
• Nothing Compares 2 U - Sinead O’Connor
• Tears in Heaven - Eric Clapton
• Everybody Hurts - R.E.M.
• Requiem for a Dream - Clint Mansell
• Adagio For Strings - Samuel Barber