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"Cirrus"
SKIMMERS wrote:One of the land's many introduced species, the skimmers began from a small migratory population, and the animals themselves are large and localized enough to keep their own numbers under control. They are large, bendy four-limbed predators with short tails, long necks and immense beaks, and covered in small hairs and downy feathers. They are largely quadrupedal, though their forelimbs double as wide, expansive wings.
Their time in Anexus has seen the populations closer to the Central Sea take on the purple hues of the moon and its radiation - and like the lunar flamingo, they tend to shift colors depending on the phases of the magical moon. Slight dragonification has also been observed in the form of the rare mutations of small horns and spines or longer tails; anything too extreme tends to filter itself out as they've so far appeared to have traded them for some aerodynamic capabilities. Larger specimens are solitary out of necessity; smaller ones are rather social.
A skimmer prefers to hunt small prey on the ground and skim fish in shallow bodies of water, though it isn't picky and will frequently busy itself with scavenging beach and shipwreck carcasses, or chasing other predators away from their own spoils.
Favored habitats include streams near Shipwreck Valley, and migratory patterns tend to follow coastlines, and they quite enjoy feasting on swarms of migrating mimics, often displaying rather feline cruelty, poking them with overlarge beaks into transforming or fighting back before swallowing them whole.
A very large, solitary, clever female skimmer whose hunting territory encompasses a rather bold swath of Shipwreck Valley.
He'd shot her in the valley after she'd snuck up on his campsite, maiming and melting a substantial part of one of her wings with his makeshift projectile. Feeling rather guilty about the whole thing, he quickly worked with what he'd remembered to repair what he could.
He's tagged her since the event and checks in on her with every trip he takes to the wild area. The pair presently fosters a grudging and odd friendship, and she's to-date allowed him to sit on her shoulders for a short walk. Once. Don't get any fanciful ideas now, orange boy. -
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Inventory Highlights
Seemingly winking out of existence for twenty years has placed him at a severe disadvantage, but between his own efforts and those of his new acquaintances and his former husband, he's rebuilt enough to acquire and re-acquire a few notable possessions:
ALCHEMIST SUPPLIES: Many have been obtained from Demitri of the Queen's Cauldron in a bid to begin to rebuild and repurchase his possessions; 12 reinforced vials, 4 heat-tolerant flasks, two multi-fuel burners, and two collapsible alembics, with condenser coils, as well as an assortment stirring rods, protective tongs, and pipettes.
His notes, often hurriedly rolled, folded, or loosely bound in crackling tooled leather, are omnipresent.
"CLAIRVOYANCE": A rare vial that's difficult to brew. An impulse purchase despite its price from the Queen's Cauldron, and he's been holding onto it ever since. He just wants answers, even if he's afraid of them.
THE QUEEN'S CAULDRON wrote:If you really want the gift of Sight and to See what lies in the wheels of fate? It can be done, but divination is tricky and not always reliable in its outcomes. You might see what you want. You might see exactly what you shouldn't. Some things are better left unknown.
CROSSBOW: His weapon of choice, especially after losing his innate power. The projectiles are varied, and many are of his own invention; some are simple bolts, some bear passing resemblance to modern tranquilizer guns that deliver their contents via needle and air pressure or spring mechanisms; others are containers that simply burst on impact. Light crossbow - range of 80/320 for typical bolts; range reduced to 50 on 'loaded' projectiles
He also possesses a hand crossbow, which can only fire mundane bolts. It travels more frequently with him, most likely because it's light enough to make a decent, if unorthodox, improvised weapon if he ends up in a melee scrap. Range 30/120
GLAMOUR: One that mimics his shape at the moment of his disappearance (which, aside from its initial purpose to mask the lower half of his face, largely comes down to a color-shift and some hair), tied to a surprisingly light, silver ring inlaid with emerald branches and leaves. (A thematic hue which he, unfortunately, cannot fully appreciate).
Whether it's due to faulty initial construction or extremely conflicting magical natures between the object and its wearer, it's prone to 'stuttering' and winking out of effectiveness at points of greatest strain, especially when its wearer is under high stress or emotional strain. And that stress point, unfortunately, tends to be that unhinged mouth.
It operates on 'charges' that ebb and flow with the phases of Aetheros and recharges in proximity to irradiated moonglass. In his case, he possesses a clean, circular piece perplexingly etched with minuscule glyphs; while their direct meaning appears to have been lost to time, he suspects those had once been used for channeling the glass's conductive nature, or perhaps instrumental in forming the old golem from which it had once been a part. (requires daily attunement; attunement ends when he removes the item for recharging. Or dies.)
OLD JEWELRY: Recovered, improbably, on a recent trip to Shipwreck Valley after his 'resurrection', seemingly extraordinarily sentimental. Two very dirty little bracelets, braided in several colors of thread and twine and decorated with little wooden beads, on which some rudimentary pictures had once been painted by a child's hand. Still-visible on one round bead is one minuscule, careful, lopsided orange butterfly; this one in particular has recently been preserved with fixative despite its age. Additionally, a simple golden band hangs on a thin chain around his neck, worn beneath his shirt or occasionally looped around his wrist as a multilayered bracelet.