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6 [Year 497 Winter]








Appaloosa x


16 hh







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09-18-2019, 12:38 PM


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Everything about him betrays his youth: the light in his rosy eyes, the innocent smile curving upon his lips, the ease with which he holds himself. It belies his experience, masks a flickering darkness that flutters inside of his heart like a blackbird.

Ipomoea is colored boldly, a collision of creamy white on cherry bay. The subtle hint of red is exaggerated in him, creating a rosy blend of pinks dancing along his stomach and chest. He’s darkened at every corner, a smoky black covering his legs, shoulders, flanks and face in a mask that bleeds into his mane and tail. On top is a mottled white, stark at the center and frayed at the edges, blanketing the majority of his topline and each of his limbs.

let's be wildflowers,
let our souls be scattered by the wind.
let us grow, wild and free,
tall and brave,
in the places that we dream,
in the places where our longings are filled.

let us grow between the cracks
of brokenness,
and we will make everything beautiful.

- gaby comprés

His mane is often braided, twisted into various elaborate plaits. Only recently has he begun to forgo his usual updo and allow his hair to tumble, dark and straight, down his neck. His poll is nearly always decked in a crown of flowers. The flowers themselves vary, picked every other morning and woven together to form a tiara looping around his ears. His tail is short, as if the gods had put so much care into his mane, that they had little left for his tail.

And finally, a tall steller’s jay can be found nearby him more often than not. Odet may be found nestled within Ipomoea’s flowers, braiding a new plait in his mane, perched upon his rump, or circling overhead—but he is never far from his companion.

It's no wonder that all of the movement and instability in his early years has given Ipomoea a bad case of wanderlust. His desire to know and understand more is like a bottomless pit, snatching him up and carrying him along in its current. He can't wait to see this and that and everything in between, yet at the same time he is torn by the need to take the time to study every finite detail in its intricacy. Any and all information is a goldmine to him: if he doesn't yet understand it, he wants to. He would happily spend his entire life gathering his own mental library, relying on word of mouth and his own observations. Above all others, history in particular has become his weak spot, stemming in part from a lack of his own. It has bred in him a need to weed out each forgotten kernel of antiquity from the new faces he meets, hanging onto every word of every story so that he might piece them all together in his mind into one grand masterpiece.

extraversion | intuition | feeling | perception

Having been shuffled from place to place so many times in his short life, Ipomoea understands how to leave people and places behind. He's become accustomed to change and to travel, carrying only a scant few possessions which he is able to carry around with him. He's adept at cutting his ties, keeping only the memory of them once he's said and gone. Holding on to anything more than that would only cause unnecessary heartache, and the colt has already experienced enough of that as is.

Although that's not to say that he does not develop attachments; Po is unafraid to wear his emotions proudly on his sleeve, believing that to be up front about it is a shield in and of itself. There is very little about him that is stoic: everything is messy and unrefined, a wealth of emotions brimming just below the surface waiting to explode. He's far too interested in the potential connections he can explore between people and places and things to worry about being crafty about it; he would rather rely on his sheer curiosity and charm to get the information he so earnestly desires.

He doesn’t recall how he came to be wandering alone in the deserts of Solterra in the year 498, only the hot sun and sand bearing down on him from all around. He was found exhausted and dehydrated by a dune hermit, thus brought to a local ruler to be inspected. Being too young to be motherless, and being unable to say where he came from, a debate ensued: keep the boy and raise him to be a warrior, in the ways of Day Court, or send him on his way to become someone else's problem. They tried at first; passing him off to a middle-aged goldsmith who fashioned for him an assortment or piercings in an attempt to prepare him for his new, unforgiving world. He tried with poor results to teach him how to survive the desert, but in the end his poor adjustment to the dry heat decided for him. From that point on, Po would be destined to be homeless, never spending enough time in any one place.

yesterday i was clever -
i wanted to change the world.

Being too small and weak to travel on his own still, he was given to a group of traders who travelled between the four Courts. For a short time life was good: he was given plenty to eat and sweet milk flavored with honey to drink, and music and stories and games were abundant in the camps they made. They were a tight ragtag family who warmly welcomed him as their own, promising to allow him to travel with them for as long as he wanted or to take him somewhere he would be safe. But it was while traveling through the Veneror Peaks that Po fell sick. Due to the rough terrain they traveled, the group opted to leave him behind once again, tucking him into a bed of scarves and leaving a little food behind in hopes he would get well and catch up with them later.

It was here that a Night Court citizen found the foal, abandoned and alone. She brought him to her deities shrine, telling him stories of her Court which the traveling merchants had neglected, nursing him back to health. But being an outsider, she would not bring him back to her own lands; instead she stayed by his side and protected him from predators. It was she who gave him his name, Ipomoea, from the plants which helped to nurture and sustain him, and the morning glories she'd braid into his mane and tail. She watched from afar as a Dusk Court stallion found the colt and took him in, then left.

This stallion brought him to Terrastella, where a number of healers awaited. They brought him back to full health, shuffling him along between homes so that he was never alone, always having someone to care for him. Yet despite all this care, he couldn't help but feel out of place. The Dusk Court citizens were kind to a fault, but he could not fit in with them. And being shuffled between homes as often as he was, he never felt a part of any family. He'd often wander around alone, slipping away from whichever foster family he was with at the time to find peace in solitude. It was during one such adventure that he came upon a jay whose wing had become dislocated in a fall. At first the young bird was mistrustful of the much bigger colt, but Po was patient and persistent and admittedly a bit nagging, until finally he was able to get close to the creature. In the same manner others had cared for him, he took charge of the bird and nurtured him, forging an inseparable bond between the two kindred souls.

Indebted as he was to the Dusk Court for the kindness they'd shown him, Po began to feel stifled and grew restless. Nearly two years of being passed from one hand to the next had imprinted on him, and now more so than ever he felt a yearning to learn more about his heritage, his life before the deserts of Solterra. And it was so that he thanked his elders and, equipped with his various gifts and possessions from the strangers who had cared for him, that he left for the one Court he had yet to see, where he was confident he would find the answers to his many questions: Dawn.

Ipomoea made for himself a home within Delumine, where he found not only a peace and joy that he would never have understood in Solterra, but also a purpose. It did not take long before he was promoted to the role of Emissary, by the Sovereign Kasil. He traveled amongst the Courts, and was content to know that there would always be a home for him to return to. He served his Court and sought to strengthen its relation, and his own friendships, with the other parts of Novus. And for a time, he was happy.

But in time, the depths of his Sovereign's anxiety and lack of confidence was revealed. And when Kasil took his leave of Novus, he left his Regent, Somnus, as their new ruler. In time Ipomoea was raised to take his place as Regent, and with his new role, was made to stay at home within Delumine.

The transition between ranks was hard on him, but a challenge he embraced. And although his wanderlust heart mourned the loss of his freedom, however slight, he busied himself around the Court, getting to know the citizens. And in time he created a garden with his magic, collecting flowers from all across the world, to share with his friends and family.

Active & Parvus Magic


Ipomoea possesses a heightened awareness of the plants and animals around him; from touch, he will receive an impression of where an animal has been or what it was doing immediately before interacting with him. Plants are his specialty, but he can extend his gift to animals as well. With concentration, he can begin to understand their feelings and emotions. This information filters in incredibly slowly and with no definite rhyme or reason; Po must remain in contact with the subject and focus intently to understand any of their interaction. Doing so tires him out quickly and is apt to overwhelm him, leaving him reluctant to use this power frequently.


The timespan he can “read” goes back farther, an hour or so at most. It makes a little more sense to him now, but Ipomoea holds no control over what information is given, be it in the form of emotions, thoughts, or memories. It remains a puzzle for him to sort through, becoming tiring and overwhelming if overused. He can best understand emotions; memories and thoughts are especially challenging due to their more complex nature. Po can now give impressions of his own feelings back to the plants and animals, and they may react in response.Po can manipulate plants to grow at the expense of his own energy and begin to manipulate their movements. If he tries, he can give impressions of his will to animals. They do not always respond well.


Through a short analysis, Ipomoea may now begin to sort through the memories and thoughts of the plantlife and creatures he interacts with. More often than not, he receives only a general imprint of the information; memories are fuzzy and thoughts are vague, but understandable. Interacting in this manner too often is likely to overwhelm him still, but he can easily imprint on multiple species at a time. Talking to the plants comes as naturally as breathing now. He appreciates the slower hum in their energy, their way of observing versus doing, the intricacies of their networks. Interacting with animals is far more likely to tire him out, but they will now listen to him and may assist him if he asks. Plants bend themselves to his will, follow him when he walks, grow at his command.


With merely the touch of a plant or animal, Ipomoea gains access to the thoughts, emotions, and memories of the subject. He is able to control what information he accesses, and is no longer overwhelmed by the influx of information. Their knowledge is his knowledge, and he communicates quite effectively in this manner.

When Po walks, nature is attacted to him. Plantlife seemingly leans towards him; a small dandelion (or other flowers) will bloom in Po's hoofprints. Wild fauna are more likely to show up when Po is around; he can often approach wild fauna without them immediately running away - they seem to have a heightened trust, although they will still dart away if startled or uncomfortable.

Passive Magic


A large songbird who oddly never seems to stray very far from Ipomoea's side, graceful and almost lazy in flight. Sleek black feathers coat his mantle and breast, leading up to a prominent feathery crest that is active in display and expression. From the wings down he is covered with dark silvery blue feathers, with a fanned tail and spindly legs to match. Noisy and interactive, he often brings the attention of other birds to himself and his companion. A small scar has turned a line of feathers above his left eye white.
Ipomoea rescued his Bonded while traveling through the Dusk Court as a young colt. The stellar's jay had suffered an injured wing in a fall, and Ipomoea had taken the creature in, providing nurturing and care. By the time Odet had healed, he had taken a liking to the appaloosa colt; and from that point on, he rarely left his side.
steller's jay - odet - male

Armor, Outfit, and Accessories

his piercings were forged by his foster family in Day Court, a talented goldsmith who sought to give him identity amongst the yellow sand dunes. A ring and a stud in one ear, a matching barbell on his brow, and another small ring and two studs on the corresponding nostril. From the Night Court citizen he was given his name and love of morning glories, and the gold band with which he ties his tail back. And finally from Dusk, he was given more or less his companion, who braids his hair and picks flowers and herbs for him.

(x1 accessory) bands in his mane and tail to keep them neatly tied
(x1 accessory) flower crown, picked daily

The weapon was made for him by Isra of the Sea and her magic. In its simplest form it is a dagger, with a roughly carved, wooden blade that tapers into a sharp point. Its grip is made of vines and leaves, wrapped tightly about each other to fashion a slender handle. Its crossguard is formed from flowers that bloom unendingly, their petals now rigid.

Were any others to wield this blade, that is all it would be; a wooden weapon, much like a toy, prone to breaking off and wilting by nightfall.

But when Ipomoea wields it, the wood will reform itself, and the flowers will stay bright. The wood is alive and enchanted; the weapon that grows from those blossoms can change itself according to Ipomoea’s needs. From a dagger to a sword, from a spear to a whip. The living plant responds to his will and shapes itself into a weapon for him.

It straps itself to him with vines that wound about his leg.

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