Remember how I said there's more than one Alizaben? Here's another: The Mirrorbound Meddler (they/it), aka Glaszen.
Taking the form of some weird draconic crocodilian thing (with human hands), this creature is fortunately trapped in parabola due to a bizarre illness it came down with.
Initially, they were the only part of The ________ Meddler to have knowledge of Parabola, due to inheriting the memories.
(Aspects shown so far:
Alizaben, The Avaricious Meddler
Catzen, The Feline Meddler
Glaszen, The Mirrorbound Meddler)
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My half of an art trade with @the-avaricious-meddler!!!!!
I love Alizaben so much yall. So so much...
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green grove and passive aggressive for any oc, from the palette ask 🎨
Sometimes a city is also a person. Don't worry about it
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You can be friends with Alizaben, but Watch Out
Alana is the most sociable, but she privately prefers more revolutionary types
Villanelle is more reclusive, but will open up given enough time
Rowan... Rowan is a Cranky Old Feral Cat.
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Name: "Alizaben Thomas"
Moniker: The Avaricious Meddler
Age: A lot older than they look (several cities)
Species: An insult to the great chain (but they typically look human)
Gender/Pronouns: They/it
Ambition: Light fingers
Profession: Conjurer (Goal: Crooked-Cross)
Closest To: Urchins
Most Valued Primary Stat: Persuasive
Most Valued Advanced Stat(s): Mithridacy, Artisan of The Red Science
Personality: Seldom seen without a smile, but there's a hidden mess of emotions beneath it. Anger at having to conform to humanity, even now; resignation that every city is doomed to the same end, a desire to have and know as much as possible before their own end, and somewhere, deep down, a shred of compassion, loneliness, the desire for a better way forward.
Not that you'll ever see far beneath that grin.
History: One of the seven fragmented aspects of The ________ Meddler, who came to be due to a Red Science accident. When the other aspects left to make new fates for themselves, they remained.
While their siblings made themselves into something new, they shaped themself into a humanlike mold. They felt the need to blend in, yet resented having to do so.
They watched cities fall, be used up, decline, then be replaced. They watched as architecture shifted, and the faces around them changed (and yet blended together). Floods of sorrow, the shifting of stone. Death. Bargain. Purchase. Fall.
They grew resigned. They grew... Bored.
London fell.
London itself was nothing special. It was a city like any of the others. But with it came a special opportunity: word from a contact of a massive Diamond. Most likely exaggerated, of course. But they didn't care.
It was something to do.
And oh what a time they've had. Oh what a time they've had.
Drama, danger, unethical experimentation, mysterious (and charmingly pathetic) masked goons, being buried alive, the roof, the false-stars themselves- they've had more fun in a few months than they've had in centuries!
And they have a feeling it's only going to get better from here.
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