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red sun at night, sailor's delight
red sun in the morn' sailors be warned

Hailing from a sprawling family of Arabian descent, Moira is no different in build from the many who inhabit this tree. From her head to her toe she exhibits the breed's finer qualities. A beautifully dished head holds large, intelligent eyes rimmed by dark, kohl lashes and glisten and gleam coolly with any who see her. They are a welcome sight, their faint yellow glowing something of an intrigue, and hold no judgements until one's true colors shine through. Delicate nares quiver when in the presence of someone new, shaking as she breathes them in and pushes them out once more. Teardrop shaped ears tilt curiously upon her diadem, often buried in the masses of thick, wavy ebony hair that is braided and piled into various buns atop her neck. It is a neck that arches ever so elegantly, long and curving it draws the eye down to her sloping shoulders and barreled chest. Curvy lines of her body are easy to follow back. She's found to be a slender woman, petite among her family when her wings are excluded. It looks like even the slightest breeze might knock her over and uproot her from where she stands, but those who are wise know it takes much more than that.

Moira is the skies at dusk set on fire. Burt hues of orange and flaming reds culminate upon her like she was cast from the heavens themselves. A darker burnt sienna bathes her face and was daintily dipped upon her feet so that she is as contrasting as night and day. Upon her back and knee joints a paler orange sorbet was dribbled like starlight, as bright as the day is long. Twinkling from various points along her body, bright glowing patches like starlight flicker and play with one's attention. However, nothing compares to the swanlike coloration that is her only marring feature, much to her family's disdain. White is painted about her eyes like a mask, it arches over her left shoulder and slashes over her chest - a reminder of her purity and her father's transgressions. Carefully the pale eggshell white dances up onto her left wing, ending shortly after intruding. Her wings are as glorious as she - bright flaming red with orange and yellow flickers in the light. They look like a streak of fire when she soars through the sky. A shooting star, a true sight to see!

EXTRA: the glowing portions on her body are inactive until the magic can be obtained ! So for now they're just pretty yellow spots. ^_^

words eventually
  • loyal
  • clever
  • studious
  • tenacious
  • soft
  • caring
  • brooding
  • secretive
  • jealous
  • resolute
the flower the blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all

Moira Tonnerre is a captivating woman in looks alone, but that is not where she truly shines. Her intelligence is something to be rivaled, and many would say she should have taken the route and become a sage. In a way, she is, but her thirst is for that of the healing arts. As she grew from girlhood into an adult, her tutor instilled in her strong instincts of moral rights and wrongs. A creature of intrigue, she keeps to herself unless her trust is gained. Preferring the solitude of a sanctuary or infirmary, Moira is not one that is oft found in crowds. Silence is her savior, isolation her reprieve. She seeks quiet moments in her day to gather her wits once more, for being around others outside of her family so often exhausts the girl far more than she'd like to admit.

Such withdrawn tendencies also keep the sun child from unwanted attachments. Having been raised unwanted by the majority of her family only to have them change their opinion has taught her to be reclusive and careful of those she keeps in her company. Estelle is her only constant, and one she has proven to be quite selfish with and selfless for. It is quite possible that Moira would throw herself on a fire for those she loves, but heaven should have mercy on any who betray the fiery woman. While she's caring and a rather loyal woman to those who have earned her trust and respect, should they ever turn their backs she can be a vindictive creature possessing every terrible thought known to womankind.

When not in the company of others or tending to wounds, Moira finds herself curled close to the nearest source of heat be it another breathing entity or bonfire with a book in hand. She carries a notebook which she's always scribbling something or another in. Having come from a woman of the arts, Moira herself inherited something of the ability and enjoys drawing. None of those drawings have ever seen the light of day, nor does she intend for them to do so. As stubborn as she is, it would be a miracle just to get her to genuinely smile at a joke, even if she found it unerringly funny.

"where you go, I shall follow
YEAR 497

Deemed Moira Tonnerre upon the day of her birth, she was something unexpected in the family. Her mother, her sweet, naïve mother, was the victim of something that wasn't quite love, but a sort of infatuation. She'd loved the arts and excelled in them; an extremely talented woman who caught the eye of many a suitor not for her beauty, but for her talent. Something of a renowned creature in the places they lived, Gizelle was a prized possession. Coming from a decent family, it was her choice to whom she would be auctioned off to, for she was under no illusions this was anything but that -- which would provide the best for her family to move up in the world. And so, when M. Tonnerre came about, she found herself enchanted with him. He was Apollo himself; a burning Adonis that lit her world on fire. She was a swan beside him; so pure and lovely a winged creature. And even though she could soar among the clouds, Anselme Tonnerre grounded her as no other could.

In a turbulent sea where she had been drifting, he was the lighthouse that brought her home. So they were married quickly, and Gizelle was brought into the luxurious world of the sprawling Tonnerre's. They were a well-to-do family of the upper rings in society, and their numbers were many. The marriage was not what the Tonnerre's would have chosen, for none of their ancestors had wings, and now this blight was brought upon them. Still, he was a favored child, and from his union only happiness would be seen to all those outside of the walls that surrounded them. Lust turned to something of passion, and soon Gizelle was well on her way to giving birth to the starlet that would be Moira.

- spring

She came in screaming as any healthy child would and was just as brilliant as her father. Much to the Tonnerre's dismay, the inkling of wings sprouted from her petite shoulders, and a cheek was turned from the start. Despite those who shunned Moira, Gizelle and Anselme loved her fiercely. A gift from the fates, Gizelle would whisper over and over. It was from them - the moirai - that Moira was given her name. Traditionally, the Tonnerre's gave French names to their children. After all, when in Rome one does as the Romans do. It was another mark on the stick, a notch that would follow Moira until the day she was cast out.

Moira grew quickly and with grace. And by six months old, she'd become fast friends with her cousin, Estelle. Estelle Tonnerre was the embodiment of what the family wanted and adored in the physique. No finer pairing had come close to her, Moira would hear her aunts and uncles whispering. Even their matriarch, Moira's great grandmother, smiled on Estelle. So for the two of them to become friends was ghastly. Yet this opened their eyes to the gem that Moira was. It is said that the rarest flowers blossom in the face of adversity, and how she bloomed for all to see! Physically, Moira was pristine with the hazy early morning skies imprinted upon her skin during the summer fires lighting it brightly. A single patch of ivory flowed upon her chest and over her left wing. Such blemishes were ignored for the personality that shone within.

Where Estelle embodied the physicality of a Tonnerre, Moira was a Tonnerre through and through. She had not been spoiled, yet still she carried herself with such pride and dignity. Every movement was soon watched, and her generosity and spirit shone through. It was her attentiveness that won out in the end, for Moira was a brilliant pupil. In their classes, she excelled above many of her cousins and was something to be mentioned in passing. Always a secretive half smile lit her young face, and soon enough she was the prized jewel of the Tonnerre family just as Gizelle had been to her own parents.

YEAR 498
- spring

Having survived the first winter which had taken many a child when she was younger, Moira went through the ceremony with Estelle to become a true part of the family. From blood to blood it was taken and given. Anselme and Gizelle could only stand on the sides and watched as Moira's shoulder was cut, bleeding profusely, and Myriam (a distant relative) stepped forth to bear a matching cut upon her unmarked shoulder. Their blood mingled together in the dirt, and once more when the wounds were cruelly pushed together so that there was an ebbing and flow as they mixed within. This was not what Moira remembers. It is the process after that struck her curiosity and holds it still.

A healer entered then, and each child that withstood the trials, that bore the blood and true mark now, was healed as any of their ilk should be. He was a kindly man, if not holding himself back. The easy movements with which he swayed between the children and donors caught Moira's attention, and then those bright amber eyes followed his energy flow as light glistened from the cuts. He came upon her like a dark ghost, a plume of smoke and shadows, only to meet her inquisitive gaze with a chilling silver one. Almost equally as intelligent as his own, she stepped forward as the others hadn't, boldly removing her hair from the afflicted area and offering freely for him to see. No ghosting of an expression crossed his face, but there was respect in those flashing eyes as he dipped his crown down and blew upon her skin. Once more bright light poured from the man tending her, focused on the cut to seal and hold in that which she would treasure forever. The angel-sent child watched as sinews and fibers first began to knit themselves together once more, and then stared harder as the skin healed over and only a faint pockmark was left as a testament to her trial.

From that moment forward Moira knew she wanted to follow in the path of a healer. Estelle, on the other hand, came forward and accepted her mark as well, but was much more disgusted. While she did not faint from the blood, she was appalled and chose the path of a courtier instead. A life in the lap of luxury, the two were opposite in every way, yet seemed to fall together over and over.

They made a pact that day upon entering the family - where one went the other would follow.

- fall

"Moira! Moira, you're so pretty, say you'll be mine?" The little boy smiled like a fool right in front of her. He was a distant cousin within the Tonnerre family; some great aunt or uncle's child that had been in the class ahead of her. He wasn't the most brilliant, but his silvery color reminded her of the healer so she'd been his friend, but commitment wasn't something that Moira was used to. She'd raised her brows then and looked over to Estelle. Her friend smirked and stepped forward. "Hey, shut up kid. Moira doesn't like you okay? So you can go now." "Oh, it's you Estelle. You don't speak for Moira, so don't. I asked her, not you. Stupid girl." He'd turned back to Moira then, stepped closer and whispered gently "One day, Moira Tonnerre, you'll be my wife ! You better believe it."

"No." Vacant eyes swam over the boy. "Leo isn't it? I'm sorry, but I'm not interested." She'd kissed his cheek then, tasting the single tear that had escaped, but watched as determination settled over the harsh planes coming in as the boy grew into a young man. What good would he really be in her quest to ascend in their family? Nothing, really. Her mother mourned her refusal, and her father sent a formal apology to Leo's father. But Moira knew he would make an appearance in her future, and it was a delicious challenge she looked forward to when the time came.

More propositions came, and one by one they were all turned down. Estelle was Moira's only constant, and Moira was Estelle's northern star. Throughout the rest of the year they kept to themselves. Holed away in gossamer gowns and silk, the girls were as thick as thieves. It was a concern that the two didn't care to expand their circle outside of one another, but the girls were never bothered. They whispered conspiracies and had their own internal competitions. Estelle excelled in the physical aspects - the beauty of the pair, and Moira was the brighter of the two. She became a phoenix in their family. Reborn from the ashes of her mother's infatuation and cradled in the hands of love, Moira was what they wanted and presented for others to see. Many even pretended her wings weren't there - overlooking the blight for the better half of the girl.

She accepted the love that was only partially given as any gracious daughter of the Tonnerre's would.

YEAR 499
- early spring

Estelle was born first, turning two and thinking she ruled the world. From the sidelines Moira watched as her cousin pressed herself against men's sides, curling into their touch like a cherry blossom opening for the first time. She was still but a girl, yet she was learning the art of seduction. Her mother often scolded her, but Stelle didn't care. Always the supportive creature, Moira helped when the girl would come home puking, settling her stomach with focused precision and tucking her cousin in before anyone could find her. She'd developed a penchant for drinking when it wasn't healthy, and Moira was left to tend to the girl with few virtues left despite how the family was slowly beginning to turn their backs on her.

It wasn't Estelle's fault her parents just didn't seem to give her enough attention. Being the youngest of three other children was rough. It was something that Moira would never know, for the family's matriarch had long since decided that they were not to have another child. One winged abomination was enough, no matter how lovely Moira had become she was not to have any siblings. Their approval was something she sought without consciously doing so. What would it be like to have another of her own flesh and blood to call her own ilk? Of course, the Tonnerres were full of children at any given point. They were a sprawling entity that cherished family above all else. Any given year had three to ten children. But not every one of them chose to take on the Tonnerre name, or they were simply cast out and shunned.

She was lucky that had not been a decision forced upon her.

- summer

The time had come for apprenticeships to begin which mean that Estelle and Moira would be separated not only from one another, but also from their parents. Once deemed the black-sheep of the family, she was now their precious dove who showed much promise in the art of healing. Her natural curiosity and sharpness of mind gave her an edge over the others, and the silver man who had healed those at the ceremony the year before chose her to bring into his home and take under his wing. Eluoan Tonnerre was rather stoic and kept to himself.

Upon her arrival, he opened his home to Moira and introduced her to his family. His wife, a younger girl with pretty brown eyes, had passed the previous year. It was a tragedy that none spoke of, and even though she kept quiet, Moira mourned his sorrow when Eluoan would not. Still, he introduced her to the twins who were a year older than her. Two boys who were as striking as their father if not moreso with distant, calculating eyes and a penchant for keeping to themselves. It was them against the world, and Moira was reminded of her cousin who she was not to see for a year. Florence and Gael, no matter how distant, took a liking to Moira.

They gained her trust crumb by crumb, and soon opened up to her as well. They were to be the next doctors within the family, but they were allowed to remain with one another. It had always been that way. There were two types of people in the world: them, and then everyone else. Even their father struggled to tell them apart from time to time, and so they'd become bitter with almost everyone in the Tonnerre family. Any social gala was taken lightly and they did not interact. When they were to be presented to the family, they had gone yet shown no interest in the ladies presented to them for their pleasure. It was a mockery of what a Tonnerre boy should be.

Despite their oddities, Moira found herself rather fond of the twins as well. She learned their quirks as no one else cared to, and when they played a game to see if she could tell which was which, she mastered it. "You're not as clever as you think," she'd murmur behind half-lidded eyes with a faint smile. And as much as she was pleased, they were much moreso than Moira ever would be. Suddenly, their shell was fragmenting because the world outside was leaking in. She'd done what no other had. Moira had found some way to break through.

Florence and Gael stuck to her like glue, teaching her their tricks and everything they knew about the family. It was a lot to absorb, and proved more exhausting after her lessons with Eluoan through the morning. But she was an eager student and listened ardently, hanging on to every world the twins let slip. They liked her. It could be pushed so much to say that they even grew to love her, but neither would confess. Moira was much too focused. She was what they had been when her age if not more. A studious slip of a girl, she proved a rather lovely companion throughout the long nights.

It was in this manner that Moira passed the year. Lessons with Eluoan in the morning, visiting patients who were sick, checking on their matriarch to ensure optimal health, and then further studies with the twins after dinner. By now, it had become a routine that she was rather fond of.

YEAR 500
- winter.

It had been too long since Moira had seen Estelle. A year and a half had passed and her heart yearned for her. Snow was falling heavily outside and the young woman, now three and a sight to behold, Moira sat curled up in a great chair with her favorite book open on the arm. To her left, a glass of tea was steaming before the fireplace that was a dull roar. Its coloration matched the burning hue of her skin that was awash with reds and golds. Glimmering yellow eyes stirred as the tapestries wavered and the door was thrust open in the great hall.

Upstairs, Florence and Gael slammed out of their rooms to come racing down the staircase, barreling around the curves to gasp at the bottom. Eyes bulged out of their head at the silver woman who was bloody and in tatters before them.


A gasp was ripped from Moira's throat, her book forgotten on the armrest, eyes traveling over her dearest friend. Estelle was ruined. Hair frayed, split, in tangles, and cuts lining her body. Blood dripped from her flanks. Bite marks pocked her neck. Tears streamed down her face silently as her own silver eyes landed on Moira. Moira who had been unwanted from the start. Moira who had worked harder than anyone Estelle knew to surpass all expectations. Moira, her sole companion that had supported her and then abandoned her when they were to go off to train. Moira... Who was pristine in her scarf and mittens, running towards her. At last Estelle began to sob, shaking until she could barely stand, and threw herself on her cousin.

"I'm sorry," the silver woman panted, clawing at Moira's back as though that would make everything disappear. "I... I tried to resist. And then they were upset. Moira... Moira I can't stay. If they find out - no one can know! Don't tell them please, please Mo." As she shivered in Moira's embrace, Moira stroked her neck and looked to the twins.

They were frozen in place. "Get El please," was all she had to whisper, and the moisture in her own eyes was enough to thaw the twins who raced upstairs now, knowing their whole world was about to change.

Eluoan Tonnerre came at Moira's request. As emotionless as the day she'd met him, he took Estelle and knew she'd been soiled. A pitying glance was thrown towards Moira who couldn't meet his eyes. She knew... She knew that he would inform their matriarch and Estelle would be thrown from the family. Her badge of pride she'd received when but a year old would be cast from her skin and she would be unwelcome in these halls once more. Everyone knew this day was coming, but none wanted it for Moira.

Moira... The girl who would follow Estelle to the grave.

"Come on," her said at last, gently guiding Estelle towards their kitchen. There, he tended her wounds as Moira made porridge and cider. Carefully she held her cousin, wrapping her in blankets once Eluoan was finished, and holding her close to her heart.

"You're so foolish, Elle. So, so, foolish."

"I tried to write you," Estelle murmured at last, pain lacing every world, "but they would not send the letters. You are our angel-born. I am their demon-sent. Where I raze the crops, you sew seeds of goodness. Why me, Moira? Why did you choose me?!"

It was almost a scream that hit Moira, even as Estelle lashed out once more and slapped her across the face. Florence cringed, seeing red, and almost lunging at Estelle had he not seen the broken expression on Moira's face. "Because," she whispered, pulling her cousin closer, almost clinging to her as though Estelle were her lifeline, "you and I are two faces of the same coin. You are my heart, Elle." No sound escaped when the tears did, she did not allow herself to shudder and shake as her cousin did. Instead, her face went blank for a moment, withdrawing into herself. "When you go, Elle, you know I will come with. Where you go, I will go to."

The men heard her admission, but they knew it was pointless to stop her.

YEAR 501
- spring

Estelle was held under trial as any in the Tonnerre family was allowed. Found guilty of imbibing on another's flesh, one taken by another woman no less, her scar was burned from her shoulder. Her screams still haunt Moira in her dreams. When the judgement came and it was decided Estelle was Tonnerre no longer and would be leaving the compound, Moira stepped forward.

"I will go with my cousin," she said to a silent court. Dismay crossed them all. They did not wish to lose Moira - their Moira. "Estelle was mine first, and I was hers first before I was ever deemed Tonnerre. Without her, I am of no use. Please, allow me this, for with or without the Tonnerre permission I will leave you when my cousin goes."

"There will be those who follow you, Moira. There will be those to report back and others to protect you. Travel with care, sweet child of ours."

Their parting words meant little, she did not expect Florence or Gael to accompany them to the borders after they'd packed their belongings. Still, they did. Estelle was largely ignored outside of the angry glances the men threw her way. Moira had become theirs as well, more than the rest of the family's, and they weren't ready to let go yet. "We'll follow soon, Moira. Keep your eye on the horizon and look for us." Florence kissed her cheek, and Gael kissed her nose. They held her close for what could have been the last time, and held each other longer after Moira untangled herself and followed her cousin into the unknown.

- winter

They'd traveled much of the Summer and Fall. Estelle had fallen sick and so Moira went ahead to find herbs. Leaving with a heartfelt goodbye, her treasured notebook that held the part of her heart that Estelle did not possess was left in her cousin's care and off she set into the world. Snow met her at every corner, but she was determined to help her cousin. It is through a wood she stumbled upon Novus and into its rich new life!

YEAR 502
- Spring

Through the outskirts of courts she'd roamed until a mountain pass met her at the doors of the Night Court. It blocked her - or so it had for but a moment until the need to find a certain herb that would help Estelle pushed her forward. The other courts did not hold the plant she sought, but perhaps this new place would. It was within the borders of Denocte she found a people who did not just live, but thrived without ever having to leave their home. Their hearts captivated her, their art held her hostage, and so when she was found alongside the Vitreous Lake gathering her own store of medicine, she was invited in as a caretaker among their ranks. Graciously the Phoenix woman accepted, having been alone for so long and starved of small interactions.

- Summer

Active & Parvus Magic

- parvus -

Her skin is alive with the soft glowing of stars, they twinkle along her spine and across her sides, they freckle her nose and leave her glowing. With the ebbing and flaring of emotions, so too does the light dim and burst. Sometimes, it is barely there, other times, it could be painful to look upon those spots which burn the brightest. She is a galaxy of flesh and blood and bone, but more, she is a monument of magic and memories immortalized in a phoenix learning just how brightly she can burn.

- active -

[ discipuli ]
She's always been half-girl, half-god, in a skin of fire and moonlight. Light reaches to her now, just a whisper, a caressing along her spine and in the marrow of her aching bones. There, the magic stirs and it reaches out to capture the light of the world. Weak, it is so weak like a new flame bobbing its curt little head; only the brightest of lights can be pulled into her palms, the size of a tennis-ball and no more. There, it becomes more solid - eternally shimmering from its source, but something more than that: physical. Moira can only push and pull these small, burning globes when her magic is only just awakening. Vague conformations can be reached, but they never last.
[ vexillum ]
It buzzes now, humming like a beehive awakening the world. She can feel the magic as it flows through her, sings along her veins. Moira can pull firelight now and torchlight and starlight, plucking it from its home and crafting it into something much more, something resplendent and radiant and everlasting. Small objects can be formed and retained in a solid conformation, but they are no larger than a serving platter.
[ periti ]
Comfortable with the new weight in her bones, for it is light and it is beautiful, the woman can pull from any source of light be it the sun, the stars, the moon, or even the reflection in another's eye or the surface of the waters. That which she crafts is what her mind wills it - unbending and strong or pliant and flexible. Her creations have grown larger, statues of light erected with just a thought or two, sun-bright shields as unbending as iron to stop any siege and cover the court's soldiers one by one. When she focuses, she can create multiple items at once, but this is extremely trying on her and demands days of physical and mental recovery if overused.
[ dominus ]
Lava-light bends to her will, starlight sings under her gentle guidance, the sun burns solid in her hands. Monuments spiral into the sky and great towers of light - blindingly bright or burning soft as a candle in the dead of night - sparkle along the edges. Where she goes, all light seems to bend towards her, begging to be held at last, and she listens. With star-strung hands, Moira hoists the moon into a necklace, builds gowns out of the reflections of a lover's eyes, and immortalizes people as much as places with just the brush of her mind. If she wills it, a plethora of light-forms will spring up at once - creating a jungle of splendor and fae-like magic, creating a place of beauty and unending light and darkness. This is simply another medium the girl has learned to make into an art all her own.

Passive Magic

Bonded & Pets

Neerja the Fierce
malayan tiger
Fierce and prideful, Neerja is a wonder to behold. As sleek as she is elegant and deadly, she stands at 38 inches, reaching a length of 90 inches, and weighing nearly 180 pounds. To look into her icy blue eyes is to see the face of death. Burnt orange covers nearly every inch of her with the exception of black stripes, black ears, and white that dances over her stomachs, arches along her eyes and up into her brow line, paints her cheeks in frosting and her lips with the kiss of a ghost. All pads are dark, her tongue is black, and the stains of her sins are hidden among the shadows of her skin.

Neerja is protective and selfish and cruel. She'd rather make a biting remark (or bite another in general) than compliment another who crosses her path. Possessive, those she is fond of are not shared with others without a fight; at times, she may even become quite unsettled when they leave. Despite this, the tigress is courageous and bold and gentle. When she takes one in, they become her cub, her companion, her friend. Lives may be felled under her sharpened claws, but it is always for the sake of herself or those she stands to defend. With them, for them, she would slay an army and give her last breath. Their children become her family, her pride, her clan just as hers will become kin to all those under her surveillance.

A beast without equal, a hunter where all is her pray. Neerja is to be as feared as she is terrifying and awe-inspiring wherever she passes.

Armor, Outfit, and Accessories

"where you go, I shall follow
- 3 small items

Within her hair, Moira has various hairbands holding her main in intricate braided knots that constitute as buns. Her tail is also worn in a similar manner with a topknot at the very beginning and the rest allowed to flow toward the ground.

Around her back left ankle Moira wears two golden bells on a white gold chain that chime whenever she takes flight and seem to be silent otherwise.

Lastly, small chains are woven throughout her feathers with sun amulets at their ends. With every shift and every movement of her mighty appendages, they glimmer and gleam as though the world was meant for them alone.

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04/17/18 Character application accepted, +20 signos for visual reference. -SID
05/14/18 +50 signos for visiting on Mother's Day. -INKBONE
05/30/18 +100 for completing/1st time with Griffin TID1983, 1st time with Rallidae TID1982, Spaced TID1989, Rae TID2015. -INKBONE
08/05/18 +100 signos for winning TotS TID1982. -INKBONE
01/01/18 +20 signos for completing TID2702. -AIMLESS
01/01/18 +200 signos for member appreciation bonus. -AIMLESS
01/01/18 +100 signos for winning 502 Fall Thread of the Season, TID1982. -AIMLESS
01/01/18 +50 signos for visiting on NYE. -AIMLESS
01/09/19 +50 signos for visiting on New Years Day. -INKBONE
02/10/19 +100 signos for winning Quote otS Year 503 Summer, in Small as a wish in a Well TID2789. -INKBONE
02/11/19 +150 signos awarded for water RE TID3133 - NESTLE
02/16/19 +50 signos for visiting on Valentine's Day. -AIMLESS
02/22/19 Rank changed from Night Court Medic to Night Court Emissary per member request, IC promotion in TID2934. -AIMLESS
03/09/19 Bonded redemption approved and added to the Records. -SID
03/09/19 +2 EXP for gaining a major Agora item (Bonded) + questing for it (TID3272). -SID
04/05/19 +100 signos for completing TID2789,2860,2971,2246,2934. -INKBONE
04/05/19 +25 signos for Echo introducing self TID2055. -INKBONE
04/05/19 +80 signos for 1st time with Jeanne TID2253, Nestle TID2934, Dingo TID2971, RB TID2252. -INKBONE
04/05/19 +50 signos for visiting on her 04/01 birthday. -INKBONE
05/07/19 +100 signos for participating in RE "each one a treasure," TID3397. -SID
04/16/19 +3 EXP for OOC anniversary. -SID
04/16/19 +5 EXP for reaching 100 IC posts. -SID
04/16/19 +5 EXP for gaining Emissary position. -SID
04/16/19 +6 EXP for completing 10 threads, TIDs 1982, 1983, 1989, 2015, 2246, 2702, 2789, 2860, 2971, 2934. -SID
06/02/19 +50 signos for visiting on Novus' 2 year anniversary. -AIMLESS
06/03/19 +extra RE roll in a future SWP RE thread, awarded for participating in SWP "a pilgrimage made strange," TID3612. -SID
06/23/19 +200 signos for participating in SWP act III, "how reality collapses," TID 3659. -SID
09/26/19 Immortality Approved as prize from Island Explorer Contest of Spring 504. Immorality age is 6 -SID
10/13/19 Active Magic Approved. Sent Vexillum item. - NESTLE
11/01/19 +50 signos for visiting on Halloween. -AIMLESS
12/20/19 +2EXP from advent calendar, TID4402. -SID
12/21/19 +5EXP for 2nd OOC anniversary & Participating in Fall Festival TID4088 -LAYLA
06/02/20 +20 signos for completing TID4820 -LAYLA
12/20/20 +1EXP for visiting on Dec. 20th of advent calendar. -LAYLA
06/03/22 -1EXP for OOC stepdown; Moved to inactive from Night Court Emissary per member request. -INKBONE