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Immortal [Year 497 Winter]








Thoroughbred x Arabian


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Isra is still learning this new body, the ways it is different and the ways it is familiar from the one the ocean-god took from her. She is not much taller, and the way she walks still feels the same: long legs that seem hesitant to even strike the ground. But now she is a rich dark bay, almost disappearing on a moonless night, and where once her hair was shorn it now cascades down her neck, black as a raven's wing.

Strangest of all is the horn, tapering to a fine point that she still sometimes catches out the corner of her vision. She is not sure she could ever use it, but she is grateful for it all the same. It's nothing more than another splash of black against all the darkness of her. When the moon is high enough it glitters like pyrite and flashes wickedly where it tapers to a sharp, deadly point.

The only beautiful part of her are the places where the ocean-god left his marks. On her belly there's a dusting of scales. In the right light they are ocean blue with flecks of glittering green that flash like iridescent fly wings. The scales fade out at her legs, swallowed up by the shadows that happily fill in all the sharp edges of her body.

Her eyes too were marked by him. Where they once were a soft, golden brown now they're all blinding, heartbreak blue. They blaze against the plainness of her face, flecked with gold when she gives one her rare smiles. It's the ocean you see in her gaze, a dark haunting sea that prophecies the way she will die in the end.

There is only one reminder left of the life she lived before, the one she tried so hard to end. On her left leg a brittle, rusted chain twists about the hollow birdlike bones of her. It's coasted in brine and in some places dried seaweed clings to the joints of the chains. When she moves the chain rattles and sings, a tolling bell-chime of misery and sadness. The sound it makes haunts her every step she takes.

intelligent / depressed
creative / distant
tragic / quiet
hopeful / ignorant of this world
clever / deep

Isra is more tragic than anything else. She oozes out her sadness, her history and the way that the sky can't quite shine in the way it did before. There is always a cloud around her, a thickness of space and silence that follows her everywhere. Ever a slave (in her soul, where it counts) she sticks to the darkness, to the places where she is forgettable. More often than not when an eye lingers on her for too long or someone's lips tilt into a smile when they see her she runs, fading back into the quiet places where only dust thrives.

She has no idea how to live, not yet and so she lives in silent solitude. Rare are her smiles. Her voice is rusted with brine and misuse. Only the darkness hears her stories now, only the ever-night.

Cleverness is the only way she survives now, taking when she needs and buying when she can. It's a lonely life, this cold and bitter existence of her. But it's the only life she has and so she has forced herself to live it. There are still moments, when the silence is thick as oil and dangerous as quicksand,that she wants to forget it all-- forget she's lived at all.

On she goes day after day in her cycle of eating and sleeping in the dust and decay. She must be a ghost now, she often thinks, a ghost of things that could have been.

Some nights the stories are too great, festering as they do in her broken heart, and she has to whisper to dark nights. The dust scatters with her whispering tales of a world greater than her own (in the moonlight it looks like snowflakes of diamond dust) until the words run like rivers. Isra whispers, unending, until the words dry up and the end of the story leaves a bit of peace in the tundra of her soul

It's been month since she's shared a story with anyone more than the moon and she still avoids the sea when she can. The solitude has taken away some of the hope she had when she came to the Night Court in her new body of beginnings. For while her skin has forgotten all the brutality it's suffered her heart has not and her eyes still see the end over and over again.

Sadness, she thinks, is the only thing she'll ever be.

There's no happiness in the story of Isra. There's no greatness, no hint of prophecy written on her flesh. She has ever been nothing, only a whisper of skin and silk in the lonely darkness. The only thing beautiful about her are the stories that live in her head and sob past her brittle lips during the dawn (before the sun rises when there is no darker blackness).

Isra was born from a slave, a whore who's only jewels were chains and droplets of blood. She was tucked away in the far corners of the brothel, hidden from the violence in dark places where she could hear everything but see nothing. Baptized in the screams and bitter laments of slaves, Isra only knew respite from the hellish brutality of her life in her bright imagination.

Until she was three she would spend her hours whispering tales of heroes and villains and places where light always swallowed up the blackness. The slaves would sit around her in their quiet times and be lost in the grace of her worlds, forgetting if only for a brief time, that they would be better off dead. On she went like that, until the day she turned three.

Then her entire, tiny world fell apart.

Her communion into the brothel was cruel, brutal in a way that few other slaves had ever experienced. That night she was broken, a child made into a adult and shattered all at once. Her body was left battered and wrecked. She was more blood and bone than pure flesh in the morning. While the physical wounds of that night healed and faded her soul never recovered. Isra learned to hate her body, her life, her future and everything in between.

The only peace she had was on the night she would sneak out to the sea and whisper her stories to the sand and surf. During the day the tales would fester in her heart, boil in the blackness behind her closed eyelids as she suffered over and over and over again.

One night, barely a year into her new reality, she decided it was all to much and waded deep, deep into the sea. She thought they heavy weight of her chains and the cold, cold stone of her soul would drag her down, down, down where the world would be silent and blessedly dark. It was the first brave thing Isra had ever done, to welcome the brine into lungs and lips that had only know stories and screaming (so much screaming).

She never knew the primordial god of the sea was there, listening to her whisper beautiful fables night after night. Long ago had she given up on the gods and religions, to her they were cold and cruel and no better than those that bought her flesh over and over again.

But the sea god loved her, the broken woman-child that cooed to the waves until she feel asleep under the moonlight on the cold, hard sands. So when she welcomed death he denied her. He took her down to the darkest places of the sea-floor. There he coated her in his adoration. Her skin made of gold and blood and scars was ripped away. He made her brown (dark enough to be black in the right light) and gave her a horn to protect herself if her broken soul ever decided that it wanted to live, live, live.

Only a chain, rusted from the saltwater remained to remind Isra that she was born a slave. Sometimes, she thinks he only left it to remind her that it's to the sea she'll go in the end. The cerulean scales that lightly dust her belly never let her forget that parts of her soul are still not her own.

Once she was changed, coated in her new plain flesh, the sea washed her out to some strange shore. There boats waited, filled with gold and wares to be traded. Upon one of those boats she stowed away, curled in a dark corner with a wealth that belonged to someone else. There she once again had only her stories to keep her company as the seas took her far, far away.

That is how she finds herself on the docks of the Night Court, plain and easy to overlook under the stars.

Active & Parvus Magic


By definition her magic comes closet to the olden legends of alchemy: a seemingly magical process of transformation, creation, or combination. Her magic though relies not on chemistry or science but on imagination. Isra's transformation is a gift from the gods to a story-teller who lives more upon a dreaming sea than she does reality. With a touch (at higher levels a thought) Isra can turn one thing into a another. Stones may turn to glass, leaves to mirrors, ocean rocks to diamonds with only a tap of her horn or a kiss of her lips. The world is her paper, her touch her ink and her imagination the plot.

She can only recreate, never destroy.

Parvus Magic

When she isn't focusing on the world around her Isra tends to loose control of her magic and it makes small changes in the world around her. These are always short-lived transformations and it takes no more than fifteen minutes for the world to return back to how it was. At her hooves grass could become glass, stone could turn to a small bloom of poppies, a branch above her head could become a staff of gold. Even at her highest level these small changes never reach more than three feet from her body.

i. Discipuli

Isra has just discovered the wondrous magic living in her touch. At first it's only a tap of her horn or a press of her lips that can a leaf to a blade of steel. Only small things seem susceptible to the magic of her touch. A tree refuses to be anything but a tree and if she tries maybe only one small inch of bark will smooth to glass or turn to emeralds. At this level she can create small bits of art with her story by begging stone to crumble and reform back into another shape.

Anything too large or grand is far beyond her. Sleep often takes her after using her magic. Often though the world refuses to bend to her imagination and sometimes it becomes something quite different than she imagined.

ii. Vexillum

With long hours of study and practice Isra is learning to better control both her magic and her imagination. Gone are the days of touching a flower while thinking of the sea and turning a fern into seaweed. Large bits if the world still rebel against her and refuse to turn. At this level she might turn a ream of sack-cloth to satin with nothing more than a whisper of her breath. She might turn the bricks of a wall to obsidian one by one, but the whole wall will still refuse to change at once. The earth though is still a fickle thing and Isra often changes mostly inanimate objects because they welcome change much easier than the living do.

She still tires but the hours she must sleep after using her magic are less and less. Rarely do inanimate objects change against her will into something she hasn't though of at all. Living objects larger than a young birch tree are far beyond her skill level.

iii. Periti

Isra's magic comes far easier to her now. She can make the world closest to her seem like a dreamscape with only the tender care of an hour. A birch might become an oak if she asks it too, a shore of sand can turn to a shoreline of crystals and gold-dust. Living creatures no larger than a rabbit have started to respond to her magic but they will always only be a living creature. She could no more ask a lark to become a harp than she could ask the world to stop its turning. But all animals have a will and that will often fights against her magic if she asks an animal to change who possesses no sense of wonder or imagination.

Her magic on living things is weak at best and she still has to sleep for many hours to recover from it's use. Inanimate objects are as easy as breathing and she rarely has to rest after transforming anything smaller than a large, many storied structure. Her control of smaller transformation is near perfect and she is learning how to shape the world like clay.

iii. Dominus

At this level her magic is as perfect as such an art can ever be. The world often eagerly shed's its old form for the new, grand design that she has come up with. Dirt might become glass and stretch up upon itself to make towers that reach hopefully up towards the sky. Trees might bloom not with flowers but gold or glass petals that catch the light like kaleidoscopes. A forest could become a jungle in the area surrounding Isra, a sea a desert.

Living creatures the size of a mountain goat are often gathering around her. A goat could become a small deer or a fish could become a bird. Reality sometimes seems like a suggestion of how things are, not how the world 'could' be. Isra can shape the world into her stories, something as legendary as her fables and almost as eternal. It's only after the largest of changes that exhaustion takes her away now.


There has always been a love affair between the blood in Isra's body and the sea. For years the two have danced around each other, neither wanting to submit a bit of their chaos to the other. But the moment Isra stepped back into the sea, prepared to head off to her war, the ocean god decided that he would no longer be denied. And so Isra's second magic, power of the seas, leaked into her pores and twisted around her transformation magic until neither could live without the other.

Perhaps it had been there forever waiting.


Isra is able to breathe underwater. She needs no gills to do so, it's as simple as walking from the land to the bottom of the sea. It's as easy as remembering to take another step, or another breath. Her lungs love both the air and the salt-water now. And while she can breathe in freshwater, the feel of it makes her lungs ache and the sensation is highly uncomfortable.

I. Discipuli

High tide is the easiest time for Isra to control the sea. She might quicken a current to carry her further out and faster out (by ship or by form). Perhaps it's her affiliation with the night goddess that makes this so, or maybe it's the lunar bow she still wears across her shoulder. At this level Isra has to be in the sea or very close to it for her magic to have any affect or power at all.

She might shaft a weapon from the sea when she uses her transformation magic with her sea magic. Spears, arrows, and blades are the easiest for her to make. However they hardly hold their shapes far from the sea. Sometimes she tries to make animals out of salt-water, but the second they hit the shore all of them are swept back into the sea. But sometimes if Fable is close by she might be able to use his own sea-water flame to make something.

The further from the sea and the lower the tide, the more exhausted Isra is after using any of her magic. It might take hours for her to feel any of her normal vigor.


The tides have little effect on Isra's control over the seawater. She might make a tide quicken or slow no matter how close or far the moon is. Currents rush to her the moment she starts to swim in the sea, and sometimes her speed in the water is a thing to rival even the quickest of kelpies. Fable delights in challenging her to races, although she is never quick enough to beat him. But she sometimes rises the waves up over her dragon's wings in an attempt to slow him down.

She does not always have to be in the water to have control over it. Overlooking the sea from a cliff, might allow her to grow calm water waves into storm waves. But she must always have a clear view of the sea to do so.

The things she can make out of salt-water are becoming more real. Arrows are the easier for her and they almost never loose their form even after she's left the shoreline. Spears are becoming easier. She can make small animals and insects out of water. Using her magic still makes her weary, but not as it once had.

III, Periti

Isra can summon the sea to her, no matter the distance. She cannot summon great waves. But a weapon of water might race to her. A creature no larger than a deer might run quick as the wind to her side if she calls for it. She can finally (sometimes) beat Fable in a race across the sea. The tides head almost every one of her commands and each time they start to believe that she is the moon a little more.

If she's standing in the water the waves might turn wild enough to be reminscent of a hurricane creeping up towards the shore. Or a storm sea might become as smooth as glass. Her power runs out miles, and miles, from the shore now (the god still keeps most of his power after-all). She is hardly tired after using smaller doses of her magic. The largest and the furthest from the sea, still leaves her slightly tired.

IV. Dominus

At this level Isra has full mastery over her thalassokinesis. She can call or calm a tidal wave. Animals made of salt-water, as large as a shark, might find themselves racing from the waves to her side. They can stay as long as she wishes, however if it's for longer than a month the larger ones will grow smaller and smaller until they are gone. She can make weapons of any size out of sea water that never loose their shapes and are as hard as something made out of steel, iron or wood.

However, the most awe inspiring part of her magic, is when it's combined with her transformation magic. She can make her own sea where none had been, it might be a pool to an mighty ocean that takes up a country. This is the only use of her magic that tires her for any amount of time.

Passive Magic

Bonded & Pets

Reference Credit

Fable the Sea Dragon

Fable once he is fully grown will be the roughly the size of a two-story building with his wings fully extended vertically. When his wings are folded he will seem smaller. His body is long and serpentine and if he were to stretch himself out in a straight line he would be about 100 ft long. He is made for living in the sea and when he's underwater there are few predators could even come close to the size of him. As an ocean dragon Fable can only use sea water as a weapon, there is no fire in him at all (this is a skill that takes practice and well, he rarely practices doing 'dragon' sort of things).

On land Fable can mostly be found flying or curled around a tower of the Denocte waiting for Isra to take him to the sea or tell him a story. He has little interest in violence and sometimes when he tries to curl up as small as possible it's easy to see that he's almost regretful of his size. The only time he would have any inclination towards violence is the endangerment of Isra or something she loves. He has been raised by a unicorn with more quiet fear than rage in her bones (stories instead of blood).

Sometimes, when he's in the sea, he wonders if the dragon who laid his marble colored egg is out there beyond the world of Novus.

Currently Fable is a newly hatched dragon and it will take him close to a year to grow into his final size. Fresh from his egg Fable almost no longer than Isra's spine and he's roughly 50lbs. This stage however will be fleeting as Fable will do most of his growing in the first two seasons after he's hatched. His hunger is almost constant and there are few fish left to find in Denocte at this stage of his life.

Isra is just now starting to see hints of the adolescent dragon he is soon to become.

Armor, Outfit, and Accessories

Small Accessories

Isra has a small delicate chain that runs around her left leg. It's rusted now and often has bits of kelp stuck in it.

Reference Credit

The Lunar Bow

The Lunar Bow was made with Isra's own magic. Although some say that the glowing etchings of the moon that shine on the handle of it prove that the weapon was blessed by Caligo. The quiver of arrows are etched with strange white markings that start to glow the moment she takes hold of her weapon with telekinesis. When she shoots the arrows their feltchings shine like stars streaking through the darkness (although even the bright light of day cannot fully dim the glow of her weapons). If she bids the arrow to be dark by using her own magic the arrows are black as night when she sets they flying straight and true.

But it's when the fletchings are glowing that the weapon becomes most dangerous. When it's fired bright with moonlight the arrowhead themselves become coated in cold moon-fire. The fire spreads like winter, although normal fire can easily cause it to dissipate.

When she's wearing the Lunar Bow it's held in place by a breastplate that connects to a black band of leather running round her from withers to right behind her elbows. The front of the breastplate is etched with emblem of a crescent bow, that too shines like a small moon against the darkness of her skin.

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An old school, lazy writer who has been playing horses for far too long.

Played by:

nestle (PM Player)


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Staff Log

04/07/18 Character application accepted. -ROO
05/30/18 +20 signos for visual ref, sent to Calliope. -INKBONE
07/31/18 +40 signos for completing TIDs2179&2432. -SID
08/14/18 +5 EXP: Promoted to Night Court Sovereign from Commoner. -INKBONE
09/26/18 +80 signos for completing TIDs 2710, 2509, 2634, 2700. -SID
10/05/18 +100 signos for winning Thread of the Season, 503 Spring TID2779. -INKBONE
11/03/18 +80 for completing TID2682,2768,2711,2657. -INKBONE
11/03/18 +50 for @Nestle visiting Novus on Halloween. -INKBONE
11/03/18 +120 for 1st time with Jekyll,Katherine,Obsi,Sunny (TID2722), Zombie (TID2723), Muirgen (TID2657). -INKBONE
11/03/18 +540 for Isra participating in SWP + completing TIDs 2722,2723. -INKBONE
11/03/18 +540 for Calliope participating in SWP + completing TIDs 2724,2721 - sent to Isra. -INKBONE
11/04/18 +2EXP for healing a life threatening wound TID2634. -INKBONE
11/04/18 +5EXP for 100 IC posts. -INKBONE
11/04/18 +3EXP for participating in a SWP TID2765. -INKBONE
11/04/18 +2EXP for participating in an IC Event TID2179. -INKBONE
11/04/18 +3EXP for 5 complete TID1922,2179,2432,2509,2634. -INKBONE
11/04/18 +3EXP for 5 complete TID2682,2700,2722,2711,2768. -INKBONE
11/04/18 25EXP incentive - adding 8 to health (to total 20), 12 to attack (to total 20). -INKBONE
11/04/18 Approved active magic (Transformation). Added it to records and postbit, along with removing active magic item and sending Vexillum (since character is at 33EXP) magic item in its place. -INKBONE
12/05/18 +100 signos for winning PotS with Eik. -INKBONE
12/09/18 +200 signos for member appreciation bonus, sent to Nestle. -SID
12/13/18 Massive Bonded redemption approved, added to the Records, and item sent to character, TID2858 PID15200. -SID
12/22/18 +600 signos for 4 replies to final SWP thread, TID2853. -SID
02/21/19 +2EXP for gaining major agora item+quest (Bonded/TID2969). -INKBONE
02/21/19 +1EXP for gaining major agora item (active magic). -INKBONE
02/21/19 +2EXP for IC Event (Mountain Gallery/Summer Solstice Masequerade TID3092). -INKBONE
02/21/19 +2EXP for IC Event (Denocte Rebuilding, TID2818). -INKBONE
02/21/19 +1EXP for discovering landmark (Rooftop Garden with Acton TID2711). -INKBONE
02/21/19 +3EXP for 5 completed threads - TID2379,2402,2657,2702,2710. -INKBONE
02/21/19 +3EXP for 5 completed threads - TID2723,2765,2818,2829,2853. -INKBONE
02/21/19 +3EXP for 5 completed threads - TID2873,2882,2894,2898,2958. -INKBONE
02/21/19 50EXP Milestone - +10 health, +10 attack. Vexillum magic item swapped for Periti item. -INKBONE
02/22/19 +240 signos for completing TID1922, 2379, 2402, 2702, 2765, 2818, 2829, 2873, 2894, 2898, 2958, 3111. -AIMLESS
02/22/19 +80 signos for 1st time threading with Echo (ID#265), RB (ID#117), Apothic (ID#842), and Firefly (ID#903) in TID2702, 2818, 2873, 3092. -AIMLESS
02/24/19 +3 EXP for completing 5 threads, TIDs 3005, 3111, 2934, 2931, 3092. -SID
04/22/19 +3EXP for completing TID2959,3029,3019,3160,2747. -INKBONE
04/22/19 +2EXP for healing Seraphina's major wound in TID3182. -INKBONE
04/22/19 +5EXP for Isra reaching 200 IC Posts. -INKBONE
04/22/19 +3EXP for Nestle's OOC anniversary. -INKBONE
04/22/19 Enchanted Weapon approved and added to the Records, quest pending. -SID
06/04/19 +140 signos for participating in RE "a pilgrimage made strange," TID3612. -SID
07/12/19 +3EXP for completing 5 threads, TID2964,3182,3250,3461,3432. -INKBONE
07/12/19 +3EXP for completing 5 threads, TID3507,3483,3549,3427,3319. -INKBONE
07/12/19 +3EXP for participating in SWP, TID3546,3612,3693,3704. -INKBONE
07/12/19 +10health/+10attack for 70EXP milestone, plus items "Breeding:Twins" "Healthy Pregnancy" "Choose Gender" "Guaranteed Pregnancy" "Battle Energy Drain". -INKBONE
07/13/19 +2EXP for participating in IC Event Yr504 Relic Hunt - TID 3739 (x3 posts) and TID3740 (x1 post) -INKBONE
07/24/19 +500 signos prize as runner up to relic contest, TID3703. -SID
08/18/19 +5EXP for reaching 300 posts! -INKBONE
08/18/19 +3EXP for completing TID3547, 3572, 3592, 3721, 3739. -INKBONE
08/18/19 +1EXP for SWP Bonus Point TID3814. -INKBONE
08/18/19 +2EXP for gaining & questing for Enchanted Weapon TID3837. -INKBONE
08/18/19 +2EXP for successful pregnancy (TID3871) & birth of Avesta and Aspara. -INKBONE
08/18/19 90EXP Milestone - +10 health, +10 attack, Periti magic item swapped for Dominus item. -INKBONE
08/21/19 +200 signos for participating in SWP act V, “a day that lasts forever,” TID 3888. -SID
10/13/19 Immortality approved; age blessed at 6. -SID
12/26/19 +3EXP for gaining an interactive agora item (Immortality) + doing a thread quest - TID4134 -LAYLA
12/26/19 +2EXP for participating in an IC event (Fall festival) - TID4123 -LAYLA
12/26/19 +3EXP for completing 5 threads: TIDs 3384, 3853, 3791, 3861 & 3826 -LAYLA
12/26/19 +3EXP for completing 5 threads: TIDs 3842, 4032, 3977, 4134 & 4038 -LAYLA
12/26/19 +10HTH/+10ATK for 100EXP milestone; per member note, free restricted item will be redeemed later on -LAYLA
01/21/20 Secondary active magic approved, redeeming 100EXP milestone item, sent secondary tier 1 item -LAYLA
02/20/20 IC demotion from Sovereign to Citizen; -2 EXP. -SID
03/17/20 +3EXP for completing player led quest for secondary magic, TID4541 -LAYLA
03/17/20 +3EXP for completing TIDs 3991, 4175, 4386, 4293 & 4305 -LAYLA
03/18/20 +320 signos for completing TIDs 3991, 4175, 4386, 4293, 4305, 4541, 3842, 4032, 3977, 4134, 4038, 3384, 3853. 3791, 3861, 3826 -LAYLA
03/19/20 Usergroup changed to Inactive from Night Court Citizen. -SID
05/29/20 Character reactivated. -SID
06/20/20 +1EXP for participating in "Breathe In The Story" IC event, TID5022 -LAYLA
07/10/20 +4EXP and +500 signos for belated battle judging, TID3853. -SID