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notrequiredtomakesense) wrote2014-06-04 10:50 pm
notrequiredtomakesense) wrote2014-06-04 10:50 pm
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Name: Fae
DW username: fae_of_the_rose
E-Mail: afarawayrose@gmail.com
IM: faerieglassroses, but it’s buddies only and I’m never on it anymore
Plurk: FaeRose, but it's private
Other Characters: N/A
Character Name: Tybalt, King of the Court of Dreaming Cats (also known as the San Francisco Bay Area)
Series: October Daye
Timeline: End of the latest book, Chimes at Midnight. This takes place in August 2012.
Canon Resource Link: This is the only real resource, though there's the TV Tropes page on it. Warning for spoilers.
Character History: Here. I linked it because it is a little over six pages long and I cannot find a way to trim it and cover what needs to be covered. I am so sorry and be wary of spoilers.
Abilities/Special Powers: First and foremost in Tybalt’s abilities is the shapeshifting. He’s a Cait Sidhe, and most of them can go from cat to humanoid fae to humanoid fae with cat claws/tail/ears/what have you. When he’s in bipedal form and has no illusions up to make him look human, he’s got tabby stripes in his dark brown hair, cat pupils, pointed ears, and he’s decidedly not human, although he’s freaking gorgeous in that terrifying and inhuman way. When his illusions are up, it’s plain brown hair, human ears, plain hazel eyes, and a slightly above normal human level of handsome. His cat form is a brown tabby with a tattered ear.
Tybalt, like all Cait Sidhe, can communicate with cats and people in a feline form. He can also exert some level of control over cats and shapeshifters in a cat form, but the latter is only relevant if the player is okay with it and is easily handwaved as “it doesn’t work because it’s not the same magic”.
The last “major” Cait Sidhe ability Tybalt has is access to the Shadow Roads. It’s not teleportation, but the literal taking of a road. However, the Shadow Roads need to be anchored to a place, and Wonderland is not going to be one of those places. He could feasibly anchor spots around the castle to the Shadows, but that’s risky and he knows it. He’ll likely only use the Shadows to hide if he uses them at all.
As King, he can also die a few times and just come back to life, provided he isn’t killed in the Shadows. We have no idea how many times he can die or how many lives he has left (though signs are pointing to this life being his last) but either way, it’s not going to matter in Wonderland.
Aside from the race-specific traits, Tybalt is a pureblood fae. This means that he is graceful, has more stamina than pretty much anyone, and is immortal as long as no one attacks and kills him. He’s also a brutal fighter, and in the Bay Area he’s one of the best. He has to be in order to be a King. As a cat, he's exactly the same. Just, y’know. A cat. He’s also a good actor, as most fae are. When you're going to live forever among people who don’t believe your kind exist anymore, you need to be.
Third-Person Sample: Tybalt stalked down one of the hallways, sticking mostly to the shadows out of habit. If whoever kidnapped him and brought him here thought they were clever or strong or particularly intelligent or that they had a King of Cats at their beck and call, Tybalt had some very bad news for them. The only thing they had succeeded in doing was pissing off the King they’d captured. They probably pissed off half of San Francisco in the process, as he had no doubt that Toby would have raised the alarm once he vanished. Several alarms, more than likely. Poor Sylvester. Poor—
No. Not poor Toby. Toby was a grown woman and despite plenty of evidence to the contrary, Tybalt knew she could take care of herself and if she couldn’t she had May and Quentin and Raj and Oberon knew who else to keep her in once piece until he went back to her. That didn’t mean he was particularly happy about leaving her, of course, but at least she wasn’t alone. (She wasn’t safe of course, since Toby is never safe, but he’ll settle for "surrounded by plenty of allies" right now. It was all he had.)
The days following Tybalt’s…arrival had been spent wandering the mansion in both human and cat form, attempting to find either an exit or a way to contact someone. The Shadows weren’t responding to him, meaning that either they were warded against him or this was some deep land of Faerie that hadn’t seen a King in half a millennia. Given the plethora of humans and not-quite-humans, however, Tybalt was thinking it was the first. That left messages and that naturally meant that he wasn’t finding anything, not a Pixie or a way to contact Toby’s niece or the Luidaeg. Even if she wasn’t overly fond of him (and she might have been, he really isn’t clear on that bit), she’d be willing to help him get a hold of Toby if he was being held captive.
That last thought made him stop. He was King. Toby was a strong changeling, but she was still a changeling. If she knew he was being held prisoner…perhaps it would be wise to find a way out before he attempted to contact her. The last thing he needed was her playing hero for him and getting herself killed again. Right.
Tybalt sighed, glancing around the hallway before he turned into a cat. He was tired of maintaining his human illusion and while he was bound to be bothered like this, at least he could get away without annoying questions or having to try to explain himself.
First-Person Sample: [Tybalt, or Rand as the mansion knows him, does not like using this thing. Nothing good has ever come of enchanted mirrors in the history of anything and he distrusts this mirror more than he distrusts the humans scattered around the mansion. Still, it’s helpful in some respects (and still better than cell phones). Hopefully the mansion doesn’t mind him entertaining himself at eight in the evening. He just got up an hour ago.]
I know I haven’t...ingratiated myself with the residents of this mansion, but I’m bored. I’m hoping this will be much more interesting than wandering around the rose gardens again.
[He shrugs, grinning ever so slightly. Not even his human illusions can mask how feline it looks.]
So, "Wonderland", what sort of place did you come from before our generous host decided we would be put to much better use here? Was it as colorful as this place, or was it perhaps a bit more...mundane? I came from San Francisco and well.
[He laughs. Sure, that’s a bit more information than he’d like to give out but he is pretty sure that saying he’s from California is about as helpful as a snowflake in a volcano if anyone was looking to harm him or his family. He’s smelled way too many people that can’t be from his home. Besides, he’s playing human right now. Have to give the mortals something.]
This is almost normal compared to the Bay Area. Considerably drier, though, which is a nice change.
["Rand" smiles again, more humanish, before the mirror fades out.]
DW username: fae_of_the_rose
E-Mail: afarawayrose@gmail.com
IM: faerieglassroses, but it’s buddies only and I’m never on it anymore
Plurk: FaeRose, but it's private
Other Characters: N/A
Character Name: Tybalt, King of the Court of Dreaming Cats (also known as the San Francisco Bay Area)
Series: October Daye
Timeline: End of the latest book, Chimes at Midnight. This takes place in August 2012.
Canon Resource Link: This is the only real resource, though there's the TV Tropes page on it. Warning for spoilers.
Character History: Here. I linked it because it is a little over six pages long and I cannot find a way to trim it and cover what needs to be covered. I am so sorry and be wary of spoilers.
Abilities/Special Powers: First and foremost in Tybalt’s abilities is the shapeshifting. He’s a Cait Sidhe, and most of them can go from cat to humanoid fae to humanoid fae with cat claws/tail/ears/what have you. When he’s in bipedal form and has no illusions up to make him look human, he’s got tabby stripes in his dark brown hair, cat pupils, pointed ears, and he’s decidedly not human, although he’s freaking gorgeous in that terrifying and inhuman way. When his illusions are up, it’s plain brown hair, human ears, plain hazel eyes, and a slightly above normal human level of handsome. His cat form is a brown tabby with a tattered ear.
Tybalt, like all Cait Sidhe, can communicate with cats and people in a feline form. He can also exert some level of control over cats and shapeshifters in a cat form, but the latter is only relevant if the player is okay with it and is easily handwaved as “it doesn’t work because it’s not the same magic”.
The last “major” Cait Sidhe ability Tybalt has is access to the Shadow Roads. It’s not teleportation, but the literal taking of a road. However, the Shadow Roads need to be anchored to a place, and Wonderland is not going to be one of those places. He could feasibly anchor spots around the castle to the Shadows, but that’s risky and he knows it. He’ll likely only use the Shadows to hide if he uses them at all.
As King, he can also die a few times and just come back to life, provided he isn’t killed in the Shadows. We have no idea how many times he can die or how many lives he has left (though signs are pointing to this life being his last) but either way, it’s not going to matter in Wonderland.
Aside from the race-specific traits, Tybalt is a pureblood fae. This means that he is graceful, has more stamina than pretty much anyone, and is immortal as long as no one attacks and kills him. He’s also a brutal fighter, and in the Bay Area he’s one of the best. He has to be in order to be a King. As a cat, he's exactly the same. Just, y’know. A cat. He’s also a good actor, as most fae are. When you're going to live forever among people who don’t believe your kind exist anymore, you need to be.
Third-Person Sample: Tybalt stalked down one of the hallways, sticking mostly to the shadows out of habit. If whoever kidnapped him and brought him here thought they were clever or strong or particularly intelligent or that they had a King of Cats at their beck and call, Tybalt had some very bad news for them. The only thing they had succeeded in doing was pissing off the King they’d captured. They probably pissed off half of San Francisco in the process, as he had no doubt that Toby would have raised the alarm once he vanished. Several alarms, more than likely. Poor Sylvester. Poor—
No. Not poor Toby. Toby was a grown woman and despite plenty of evidence to the contrary, Tybalt knew she could take care of herself and if she couldn’t she had May and Quentin and Raj and Oberon knew who else to keep her in once piece until he went back to her. That didn’t mean he was particularly happy about leaving her, of course, but at least she wasn’t alone. (She wasn’t safe of course, since Toby is never safe, but he’ll settle for "surrounded by plenty of allies" right now. It was all he had.)
The days following Tybalt’s…arrival had been spent wandering the mansion in both human and cat form, attempting to find either an exit or a way to contact someone. The Shadows weren’t responding to him, meaning that either they were warded against him or this was some deep land of Faerie that hadn’t seen a King in half a millennia. Given the plethora of humans and not-quite-humans, however, Tybalt was thinking it was the first. That left messages and that naturally meant that he wasn’t finding anything, not a Pixie or a way to contact Toby’s niece or the Luidaeg. Even if she wasn’t overly fond of him (and she might have been, he really isn’t clear on that bit), she’d be willing to help him get a hold of Toby if he was being held captive.
That last thought made him stop. He was King. Toby was a strong changeling, but she was still a changeling. If she knew he was being held prisoner…perhaps it would be wise to find a way out before he attempted to contact her. The last thing he needed was her playing hero for him and getting herself killed again. Right.
Tybalt sighed, glancing around the hallway before he turned into a cat. He was tired of maintaining his human illusion and while he was bound to be bothered like this, at least he could get away without annoying questions or having to try to explain himself.
First-Person Sample: [Tybalt, or Rand as the mansion knows him, does not like using this thing. Nothing good has ever come of enchanted mirrors in the history of anything and he distrusts this mirror more than he distrusts the humans scattered around the mansion. Still, it’s helpful in some respects (and still better than cell phones). Hopefully the mansion doesn’t mind him entertaining himself at eight in the evening. He just got up an hour ago.]
I know I haven’t...ingratiated myself with the residents of this mansion, but I’m bored. I’m hoping this will be much more interesting than wandering around the rose gardens again.
[He shrugs, grinning ever so slightly. Not even his human illusions can mask how feline it looks.]
So, "Wonderland", what sort of place did you come from before our generous host decided we would be put to much better use here? Was it as colorful as this place, or was it perhaps a bit more...mundane? I came from San Francisco and well.
[He laughs. Sure, that’s a bit more information than he’d like to give out but he is pretty sure that saying he’s from California is about as helpful as a snowflake in a volcano if anyone was looking to harm him or his family. He’s smelled way too many people that can’t be from his home. Besides, he’s playing human right now. Have to give the mortals something.]
This is almost normal compared to the Bay Area. Considerably drier, though, which is a nice change.
["Rand" smiles again, more humanish, before the mirror fades out.]