#otherbeast

[astralyavie]

@meryasek​ location: yavie’s super secret underground lab/lair in the catacombs notes: don’t look behind the curtain

Truthfully Yavie couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to the forest, there was something about apple picking with Lia, and then he’d stolen one of the Otherbeasts so he could take it apart here in his lab. Remnants of Theneras’ research laid scattered about his workshop as half defunct articles and innovations laid dissected or in pieces. A bionic man strewn in pieces across a slab, a donation from The Eye that Yavie had picked up off of the streets, tanks of various creatures kept in stasis. Inventing was fun but not as fun as learning, Yavie had realized that knowledge was power and in the many months since Theneras had filled the sky with his lights had resigned to aspire towards even greater heights. Elves and fey and drow and wolves, everyone was so obsessed with the past, in reclaiming things that were already gone: Theneras had seen the future. 

A loud explosion made Yavie jump back before he heard someone clear their throat behind him, his bond long masked, the fall eladrin turned to see the King stood there in his doorway. Blood magic the least of the fey’s crimes as he moved to throw a blanket over some of his workstations, arms spread wide before he leaned hopelessly against the wall. “Mery-” Yavie chirped, his voice breaking, “It is so nice to see you, do you wanna go for a walk somewhere?” 

#meryasek #meryasekstarter

[seraphimichael]

@seeingvivianne​

Snow had begun to fall in the Otherworld, Michael wondered if perhaps he’d gone too far. He worried that his son had done the same - wandered to a place he was not meant to and ended up here where he’d be easy prey for the demons who’d escaped the Inferno but had not yet come to possess a body. The seraphim worried for him endlessly, it was a curse that Michael had inflicted upon himself but wouldn’t trade for any other. It was reason enough for him to hang up his sword, after all the lives he’d taken the worst was the one that he’d now chosen to bring into his own. He’d orphaned the boy, the least Michael could do was make sure he didn’t end up in the digestion tract of some otherbeast. 

Michael, too, drew the attention of other creatures. His presence was magic in its purest foreign, something akin to one of the elves of old, or another cosmic being. As such, the Otherworld was calmed in his presence, easily manipulating the energy of the realm about him. Snow fell in a serene fashion as the normally unknowable place yielded for his superior magic. This realm was naturally more sensitive to his manipulations than the mortal realm - this one was made of an energy that was easily changed, but still, such things drew too much attention. 

The appearance of a witch was a conspicuous thing, fate had a habit of intervening at the most inopportune moments - and if she were some damsel Michael hadn’t the time or the desire to save her from whatever distress had brought her so deep into the realm that ran between. The Asphodel’s return meant that their base had been set up within, that Pythia had taken form once more - a form that could be destroyed if someone was given the chance. This witch didn’t have the look of someone who spent her time stabbing those she loved in the back, but one could never be too sure. 

“You’re ventured far from the mortal realm.” Michael commented, dismissive. “You should turn back while you still can.” Her eyes, he’d seen them before. A fleeting thought, though he dismissed it quickly.

#vivianne #viviannestarter

[zahryaofdawn]

where?: winter’s mountains

✿*° ‘° ･

The poor child had no eladrin parent to raise them. Sad, but relatable in Zahrya’s case. They were kindreds in that sense, deprived of divine parentage and thrust into worlds they hadn’t been prepared for as a result. But she was practically an infant and they had all of eternity to make up for what was lost. Her pain made Zahrya realize he needed to reaffirm his covenant with Titania. Though she was no longer their queen, his vow is still binding. He would keep them safe. It’s why he continuously goes to the mountains to show her new flowers, adorable Otherbeasts, and engulf her in his wonderful music. His laughter will heal her heart, his presence will hear her soul, and one day all the pain of her past will be a distant memory. Zahrya will ensure he provides plenty of happy ones to fill her mind instead. “There’s really nothing to it. The fog—like the rest of the forest—is brimming with the magic of old. All you have to do is imagine and...” The small portion of fog swirls in his palm before turning into a flower, then a fruit, and then finally a sparkling snowflake, before dissipating. “My enchantment was flawless, we can all weave illusions with it. It’s especially useful when playing tricks on trespassers!” he giggles, the sound sprouting flowers around his feet despite them being inside one of the winter lodgings.

@edeliexii​

#edelie ❧ 002 #edeliexii

[senatushq]

To you, My second-born, I grant this gift: In your heart shall burn An unquenchable flame All-consuming, and never satisfied.

Beneath the city, evil was in motion. Historically guarded by lycans of the Tiber pack, these elite guards have stood watch over the prison beneath the senate since its inception over two-thousand years prior. Protected by powerful magic, each cell block was created to contain the creatures within: vampires, witches, druids - the worst scourges the senate had ever known were locked within. All magical life was precious and this credence has staved the senate from conducting executions at the behest of Romulus, the magister of Mars who founded not only the city but the supernatural senate as well. Witches would have their magic bound, druids would be prevented from reincarnating, vampires pacified, lycans restrained to human form, and historically fey were relegated to the court for punishment.

As the city was distracted by the rising tide of the dead, The Eye made their move. Infiltrating the prison was easy, aided by The Thief, the locks to the cell doors swung open as the cambion’s magic superseded any wards that had been put into place. What came next was a bloodbath, those who were not captured were butchered but their real prize was the faerie queen herself, Titania. Overpowered, The Eye was cut down and forced to retreat, with Titania’s cell now open, she chose to leave the prison behind and escaped into the Otherworld, aided by The Mystery and The Shadow, disappearing entirely without a trace. Prisoners that were not captured escaped into the city: The Liberated and The Cannibal, a witch and a lycan that had been in custody for centuries slipped away in the massacre. The Cold, Tiber wolf and warden of the prison, was left to pick up the pieces.

At the center of the spell the Palace of Pluto had been turned into a warzone, the dead walked and all that the Asphodel claimed joined their legions as the undead fell upon the guests of the party in waves. To any who were sensitive to magic, it became clear that the spell was expanding into the city. As it spread, more of Rome began to fall victim to the dark magic, skeletons crawled from crypts within the catacombs - the city was built upon bones, some walls lined with skulls in Gothic decorative fashion. Spirits ran rampant as they were given new form and zeal, driven into a frenzy as the secret paths of the Otherworld became unstable. Otherbeasts from the feywilds passed through, rampaging in their delusions while those who fought for the city struggled against them.

In the bowels of the palace those who were too injured to fight sheltered together while those who could fought to defend them. The Immortal and The Sellout healed those that they could, the senators doing what they could to keep peace among the people as The Child recovered from their injuries alongside The Dhampir. A faiman with transmutation, accompanied by The Heart and The Elder desperately tried to keep the dead at bay. Drops of vampiric blood passed their lips to keep up their strength but even this could only last so long as the hordes of undead burrowed through walls and doors. They crawled up from the foundation of the ancient palace and closed in.

Standing amidst the graves of countless vampires, The Shadow, prince of the faerie court rose to the occasion with his royal blood. The Heir, The Truth, The Liar, and The Puppeteer linked their magic with The Shadow’s so that they could prevent the battlefield from expanding any further. A weave of fey magic fell over the city as it shone with an ethereal white light, The Shadow’s song was heard from every corner of Rome, drawing in the dead as they were pulled from the average citizen and drawn to the palace of Pluto while the net was pulled towards the vampires’ palace. Vulnerable by the large scale spell, the warders of these royal and noble fey defended them against the undead that were set upon them.  

About them those who could fight did all that they could to remain alive, vampires and druids alike rallied together as the allies of Asphodel moved against the fey that were countering their dark spell. The Grieving, The Prophet, and their fellow drow bewitched the minds of the lycans that could not control their shifts, The Wayward among them. The Wolf fell next as their fractured mind was possessed by a demon and they were turned into an abomination. Together with legions of the undead and terrors, they fought against The Rebel, The Destined, The Archaeologist, The Lion, and The Raven. 

The Grieving and The Prophet accompanied by The Wayward and The Wolf possessed descended on the royal and noble fey, their warders were humbled and cut down as they closed in upon The Shadow - if the spell broke then the city would follow and so for a moment hope died. Flames erupted from the sky and struck the battlefield, encompassing but not harming the fey as they worked their magic, it swept over the dead and reduced the Asphodel’s legions to ashes as it crawled over the graveyard and left nothing in its wake. In the midst of the flames stood the archdruid, Octavian.

Within the palace The Oracle, aided by the magic of The Wanderer projected their vision into the minds of everyone still within. Those who could make sense of it deduced that the hall of mirrors was the only clear way into the mausoleum, that within was the crystal that sat as the source of the spell. Drained of her magic, The Oracle fainted shortly after. Protected by her familiar, The Oracle was taken back to Dahlia House.

Those who remained rallied at the hall of mirrors, while the dead clawed at the doors a covenless witch reinforced the exits with wards designed to expel the dead as they passed through. The exorcist remained as The Donor, The Magician, The Praetor, The Tower, The Prideful, The Castle, and a really sexy lycan with bags under his eyes were made to face their fears while trying to solve the mystery of the mirror room. Using their faiman magic, The Donor manipulated the power of fear and drew it from the others, taking it on for themself instead. The Tower acted quickly; they were the first to point out that not every mirror was enchanted, that the transportational magic within could be measured with a spell. Applying her own abilities to the task, The Tower pointed The Praetor, The Magician, The Castle, The Prideful, and the lycan through the appointed mirror.

Through the portal the five who remained stood within the mausoleum, they expected to face their prize alone, to see the crystal and to destroy it with ease. Instead they faced The Pythia, flanked by The Nomad, The Violent, The Burnt, and The Egotist. The Castle borrowed magic from The Prideful and tried to restrain them with antimagic, but The Egotist drew from the necronomicon and broke the link between them as The Prideful was banished back to the Inferno, and with their connection to The Castle severed, the witch was temporarily incapacitated. Nearly out of tricks, The Praetor animated what they had left but buckled under the weight of The Nomad and The Violent’s magic, The Praetor’s power was cut off completely as a witch’s mark was burned into their skin. The lycan lunged towards The Burnt, who was distracted and looking at their phone, but The Pythia caught them with telekinesis and hurled them through the wall and across the graveyard. Only The Magician remained, former halfblood and recently made eladrin, they called to their magic but when The Burnt looked up from their phone, they screamed at The Magician in the way only a harpy could.

Defeated, things appeared dark, The Pythia and their coven of Asphodel were victorious. It was when things appeared the most grim that a torrent of flame lit up the sky and spread across the grounds, the spell was damaged but would still recover as the crystal began to glow even brighter. Any who looked at The Pythia would have seen the greater demon roll their eyes as a storm rolled across the city. A cacophony of thunder boomed about them before lightning struck four times across Rome, in the chaos, The Praetor lifted one of the broken stones and smashed it into the crystal upon the altar, ending the spell. The Pythia coiled like a snake, poised to strike, but The Castle recovered, grabbed the The Praetor, and reversed a summoning to send them both back into the hall of mirrors.

In the days that would follow The Crown and the coven of Amaranthus would bewitch the minds of the mortals in the city to forget what had transpired, The Oracle and the coven of Dahlia with the assistance of a skilled exorcist saved those like The Wolf who were forcefully possessed. The Palace of Pluto was all but destroyed and efforts began immediately for it to be restored. The magic behind The Praetor’s mark was removed by The Sacrifice and the coven of Narcissus, returning their magic to them, but the mark itself would never fade.

The senators who did not fall in the battle met to urgently discuss the attack on Rome. 

ooc info below the cut:

The battle has ended and the dead are still being counted, all factions except for the asphodel have lost someone. The Tiber wolves had the greatest number of losses. 

Among the dead are the following leadership skeletons: The Bear, The Voice, and The Jackboot. These skeletons can now be picked up as Terrors. 

Titania escaped from prison and has disappeared into The Otherworld, she is still sick but has managed to prolong her life.

The Senate will meet on November 7th to discuss restorations to the city and next steps. 

Everyone is free to continue to post starters and react to this event, however we ask that no more open starters get made for the event after November 14th. Closed threads or flashback threads are welcome, just no open starters. 

The following skeletons escaped from prison: The Liberated, and The Cannibal. Additionally, the lycan page has been updated. The Cold is now available to be picked up.

We hope everyone enjoyed our very spooky event, this was a labor of love and the response has been amazing, much love to you all <3

#senatus.plot #senatus.iii #senatus.halloween

[myths-of-fantasy]

The Farlands - Summons

In terms of species, there are many types of summon - some go as far as to say that there are hundreds of them due to summons choosing to mimic the forms of small creatures. Summons can look like a variety of things from a tiny butterfly resting on a creature’s ear to a large hare kicking in the ribcage of an attacking creature while defending their summoner.

Summons are said to come from the Otherland - a mysterious place inhabited by naturally created spirits and Otherbeasts. Not much is known about the Otherworld since no one has ever been there - scholars theorize that since it’s a place inhabited by spirits, you must be on the brink of death or very skilled at Dreamwalking to cross the boundary, but this leaves you doubly vulnerable to attack. Though studies are still being attempted with the Otherworld, there is a great deal of reluctance to risk lives doing in-depth research.

Now spirits cannot interact with the Farworld without being summoned directly - the process of being summoned gives them a physical body with which to influence the world. Summons are forged from the blood of their summoners to bind them both to the creature who summoned them and allow them to interact with the Farworld. This means the size of Summons is directly related to the amount of blood that can be contributed to summoning.

A lot of cadets are under the impression that this means larger creatures such as bears can summon massive creatures. This is incorrect. The larger the creature, the more blood and energy they need to keep their bodies functioning and remaining Sapient. (More on this point in The Risks and Dangers of Summoning).

When a spirit is brought into the Farworld, it becomes aligned with one of the four elements; fire, water, air and land becoming known as sear-spirits, damp-spirits, gale-spirits and crumble-spirits respectively which allows their masters to amplify their own powers. This is the predominant reason behind summoners only choosing spirits whose elements align with their charm abilities.

Technically spirits can be unaligned when they enter this world (by merit of creating an asymmetrical contract) and taking hold of their body but this is incredibly dangerous and most creatures who’ve attempted this became Untouched and were put down for their own sake.

Fire Spirits are the spirits used the most by Farwalkers. They’re frequently used for things like pottery, cooking and creating light. It’s also - of course - a combative element. Fire Spirits are notoriously hard to create contracts with as they’re devious and try their hardest to design every contract to be completely asymmetrical in their favor. They are among the most aggressive during their trials and seeing failure is not pretty. There are 4 known major Fire Spirit Clans - the Braalah, Karaa and Irahu.

Water Spirits are used the most by creatures in long-established villages. They’re less devious than Fire Spirits but will spend days debating the terms of a contract in the hopes that the one bargaining will give in and concede more ground out of sheer mental exhaustion. Creatures report simple trials and aggressive prompts of knowledge that ultimately turn to directed debates and continually demands of more rights within the contract. Creatures who’ve given in have relinquished control over their very lives unknowingly. The -- known Water Spirit Clans are Lihala, Inlihali and Lirra.

Air Spirits are considered both the easiest spirits to reason with and the more combat oriented. They’re eager and willing to engage in battle of any kind - verbal, physical or mental - and the Air Spirits are willing to work with just about anyone provided they offer them regular battles. As a result, they’re frequently the companions of Deepwalkers, used in battle after battle - an endless fight to find somewhere safe. That said, more passive Air Spirits exists and scholars use them when intimidating the Untouched away from them and blowing debris from their artifacts. Air Spirits are so aggressive that as of the present day, there are no official Air Clans and most of them will react aggressively upon spotting another.

Land Spirits are considered the tamest spirits to summon. They’re not particularly violent but they lean towards vengefulness - it’s not uncommon for them to be passed down by family members and choose to retaliate on any former master for what they perceive is a slight against them. They’re often used by herbalists to soften harden soil, rejuvenate dying plants (but not already dead ones) and to go mostly unnoticed by Tainted plants. Land Spirits are much more independent than Fire or Water spirits, although clans are known to exist. Land Spirits are secretive, often holding important information close to their chests to prevent their Master from having too much information. As a result, only the clan Mikalah is known of though scholars are attempting to coax other names from them.

#the farlands au #projects by ankh #the farlands #worldbuilding #the farlands worldbuilding #magic #summoning #warrior cats #warrior cat fandom #warriors #warrior cat fanfiction #warrior cat au

[pastaespurr]

Two of my characters from @boneslikebarerootsrp ! Frostshard, local gay anarchist who loves to flirt (bad boys and eldritch abominations please interact), and Gwen, local old enby lesbian badass who is tired of all of this shit even though she just arrived.

#blbr #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #frostshard #gwen #frostshard x otherbeast endgame /s #court settle down so Gwen can live her golden years in peace challenge

[hedgehogreads]

The otter put his next question flatly. “Why do you tell so many lies, Nimbalo? Don’t you ever tell the truth?”

Nimbalo punched Tagg’s paw lightly, and grinned. “Truth? What’s the truth, eh? Just a pack o’ lies made up by otherbeasts so you’ll believe 'em. Of course I always tell lies.”

 - Brian Jacques, Taggerung

#Brian Jacques #Taggerung #Redwall #lies #truth

[astralyavie]

@bloodxlevent​ location: Catacombs notes: when daddy met pumpkin

There had been hellhounds in the city for the better part of the last year but too few people ventured down into the catacombs to notice. Yavie whistled as he tried to get one to come out, for research purposes. He was studying the Otherbeasts in conjunction with the bomb fragments he’d recovered from Theneras’ devices - desperate to understand what the tinkerer had used to power them. Yavie whistled again as he tried to get one of the creature’s attention, adding some song magic to it to draw the beasts out like had done in the forest so many times before. Instead, he saw Levent. “Oh, hey you-” Levent the exile, Levent the criminal, Levent the asphodel fey. Levent the handsome. “have you seen any hellhounds around?” Yavie asked, sidestepping any animosity that he was meant to harbor for the asphodel. Grudges didn’t really serve him anymore, they were boring and hate gave you wrinkles. 

#levent #leventstarter

[astralyavie]

@shadowseveron​ location: Otherworld Wilds notes: he’s just happy to be nominated

Yavie was not a refined tool, he was a very blunt object and the things he’d managed to hobble together were representative of that. He’d been raised a warrior and the things he wished to make always threaded the line of warcraft. While Zahrya was pumping raw power into his changelings, Yavie was more interested in making the entire system autonomous. Subjugating Otherbeasts, and creating weapons similar to what Theneras had crafted. Yavie was having a hard time with all of it though, the tinkerer’s journals had been hidden away by the summer court so apart from the salvaged pieces from the devices Theneras had used, Yavie was starting over from square one. Arys or Levent, whatever his name was, had been kind enough to introduce him to blood magic, which Yavie hadn’t stopped using since. 

Ichor sank into the Otherworld as it melded with his song to calm the creature in front of him. Yavie was aware that he’d drawn the attention of at least one drow, he hoped it was Somniar but the fey wouldn’t hold his breath. He’d have known if the man was close. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Yavie said as he looked over his shoulder towards the shadow, the writhing beast in front of him settled under the fey’s song of enthralment, his blood enhanced the spell as waves of raw magic emanated from the eladrin’s palm. A quick flash of his blade and it’s enormous head rolled between him and the drow. “I’ve been asking myself: what do these things eats? How do they think? Where did they come from?” 

#severon #severonstarter

[astralyavie]

@springlia​ location: fall fields, apple orchard notes: when the exile met the problem child

A chittering beast watched him through the leaves as Yavie’s fingers curled over one apple after another, plopping them into his basket so he could bring them home and make something special. The wonderful thing about the Otherworld was that it mirrored this one, fey magic was special, significant, there was an orchard that stood as a pale reflection to the one where he stood now in the mortal realm. A few apples from those trees had made it into his basket earlier. “You can come out, silly.” Yavie said as he looked over his shoulder towards the lumbering otherbeast that watched him, this poor creature was so far from home. Frightened even in its monstrous stature. “It must be very lonely here.” The fall eladrin said as he addressed the spring fey that approached, “Disoriented. These creatures weren’t born in this realm, yet we’ve brought them here just the same.” Perhaps it was better than what fate awaited them under Ayi’ig’s rule, but who was Yavie to say. It was a curious thought though, where did they come from? Or, were they like everything from the Otherworld and manifested from something that had once existed in this realm or another? Curiouser and curiouser. 

#lia #liastarter

[senatushq]

History

The face stealer. Koh is one of the most ancient and knowledgeable Otherbeasts in the entirety of the hidden realm. He is a malevolent entity with the body of an enormous centipede-like creature and resides under an ancient tree that resides just beyond the boundary of Titania’s magic within the Otherworld. His origins are that of any Otherbeast that would fall under the menagerie, though the realm that his form mirrored was one that fell long before the arrival of the ancient elves. In the fall of Koh’s realm, he lost awareness of his own face and took to stealing that of others who crossed his path. Over the many years, Koh has stolen millions of faces - and with it their identity.

Koh’s ability to steal the face of anyone or anything that shows even the slightest emotion towards him, which is why those who are aware of his power attempt to remain inexpressive while in his presence. Stealing an entity's face will not kill them, as proven by the many faceless creatures that live outside his lair. These creatures do not require sleep, food, air, or any form of life-sustaining sustenance, they exist somewhere between life and death. Koh’s size is monstrous, so great is his power that he is one of the most feared creatures in the entirety of the Otherworld. Those who speak with him are most often seeking long-forgotten and infernal knowledge, though the cost of which is always far more than those who go looking for him are willing to pay.

Strengths

Immortal.

Otherworldly physiology.

Wisdom manipulation.

Face-stealing.

Monstrous strength.

Voice mimicry.

Weaknesses

Cannot lie.

Aversion to fire.

Lycan saliva is poisonous.

Vampire venom will weaken him.

Removing his heart will kill him.

Status: UNIQUE

#sen.bestiary #koh

[senatushq]

History

A mist that went without name for millennia, at the beginning of creation Azathoth beget three children: Nyarlathotep, Paragons, and a nameless mist that would eventually come to be christened as Machin Shin. Like the Paragons, Machin Shin’s purpose was once essential to that of the well-being of the Otherworld, the magic of the hidden realm was relegated so that things like apparitions and spirits would not come into being. The Otherworld would be the conduit that connected the realms and the hidden mist was the force that would keep it safe for travellers to journey the length of their world without issue. Machin Shin, as it came to pass, was darkened. Influenced by unknown forces, in an age before the ancient elves came into power over Hyperborea the Otherworld darkened as Azathoth passed into Uthenera. 

Devourer of the lost and the wayward, Machin Shin is the ancient elven word for the formless entity made up entirely of air. Translated to literally mean The Black Wind, Machin Shin is a malevolent entity with its roots in the origins of the Otherworld. Attracted to hope and light, Machin Shin forces all those who face it to confront their greatest fears, slowly the wind will devour that person’s soul in its entirety, sweeping over any that it comes across. Spirits, Otherbeasts, demons, or other monsters. It is the oldest and most feared entity in the Otherworld and few have faced it and lived to tell the tales. Its whispers will echo in a person’s soul forever. While Machin Shin roams the eternity of the Otherworld, it is drawn towards realms experiencing immense discord or dark magic. 

Strengths

Immortal.

Formless.

Mental manipulation.

Soul consumption.

Weaknesses

An entire coven or no less than four noble fey can create a barrier against it. 

Can be warded against. 

#sen.bestiary #machin shin

[senatushq]

Creation

Otherbeasts, every form of species within the mortal realm, and outlying realms, has a companion critter that inhabits the Otherworld in some form: squirrels, mice, foxes, owls, bears, otters, dolphins, and so on. While they usually possess physical characteristics that differ from their counterparts, like an owl may have an extra set of talons that they use as rudimentary hands, all Otherbeasts are clearly identifiable to their counterparts. Otherbeasts were breathed into creation at the dawn of certain species, but unlike spirits of the Otherworld, they are not continuously born from impressions brought on from the mortal realm. The menagerie are capable of reproducing on their own and have done so for thousands of years.

Habits

Made companions as easily as their counterparts, the Otherbeasts that fall under the menageries have varied temperaments. Occasionally spotted within the mortal realm, most often the menagerie have an aversion towards leaving the Otherworld and will instinctively return to it when taken from it. The exception to this are areas, such asa the Fairy King’s forest, that are deeply concentrated with fey and otherworldly magic. To the menagerie, places like this feel like a second home. Their inherent connection to the natural world and its magic gives them an immense aversion to mortals and their towns, cities, and inventions.

Strengths

Animal & Otherworldly instincts.

Varied mentalities.

Weaknesses

Mortal.

Status: COMMON

#sen.bestiary #menagerie

[senatushq]

Lycaon

NAME/ALIASES. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3000+ & Unknown SPECIES. Aspect GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him or He/They AFFILIATIONS. N/A OCCUPATION. UTP FACECLAIM SUGGESTIONS. Joe Manganiello, Pedro Pascal, Theo James, Zane Phillips, Travis Fimmel, Mahesh Jadu, Alex Meraz, Charles Michael Davis, Sen Mitsuji.

History

King of Arcadia, the halfblooded Lycaon was the son of the eladrin Meliboea and the mortal Pelasgus. On the sacred mountain where Lycaon was born the Gods had once fought for dominion of this world, it too was the ancient site where Ulthar first touched the mortal realm. To pay tribute to the Gods that had won dominion over this world Lycaon established the Lycaean games, an annual festival that involved ritual sacrifice and athletic games pitted the citizens against one another. The Gods demanded blood, penance, and suffering as a rite to earn the land that they toiled across year upon year. Lilith fed into the King’s frustration and seeped a rage into the man’s mind that drove him to test Ulthar’s omnipotence. He invited the God Ulthar to a great banquet and fed him the remains of one of his son’s, a child that Lycaon had been made to sacrifice as part of the annual tradition. It was not until the flesh had passed the lips of the divine that Ulthar knew what Lycaon had done and in his rage he punished the King by transforming him into a monstrous beast. The first of the lycans. In his beastial savagery, Lycaon rampaged through the city and bit first those who were closest to him - the eldest of his fifty children that tried to restrain him. Driven off by the weapons of those who’d once looked up to him, Lycaon was chased through the countryside before he disappeared. Most assumed he perished then. 

Trapped in the form of a mindless beast, Lycaon disappeared into the Otherworld after he fell through one of the fey’s secret paths. A ferocious monster in a realm of monstrosities, even the Otherbeasts grew to fear the first of the lycans - the fey took paths that avoided him, hellhounds receded at his approach, and changelings remained watchful over the hidden ways that led to the faerie court. A muse of tragedy took an interest in the fate of the cultural hero, the pitiable and lonely beast that wandered the expanse of the Otherworld in search of a family that could not be found. Melpomene cut out the heart of a changeling and fed it to him while her other aspect, Mneme, restored his feral mind. Divine power flowed through him still, but centuries had passed in the Otherworld before he finally emerged in the North. It was in Norway where Lycaon was said to have mastered his curse, but it was here that he fathered the last of his children. Lycaon did not age as they did, when they cut him his wounds healed, and as the years went by he saw the truth of his curse - to watch his legacy slip by, to hold nothing in his hands that would not turn to dust. His hatred for the Gods grew and festered until he left again, to the Otherworld, to beyond, to Rome where the fate of both mortals and Gods hung in the balance. 

Connections

Melpomene: Fed Lycaon the heart of a changeling while he was wandering the Otherworld, trapped in lycan form. Because of Melpomene and her twin aspect Mneme, Lycaon’s mind was restored from beast to man. 

Lilith: The corruptor of Lycaon, she visited his dreams for years and polluted his mind against the Gods, it was Lilith that led to Lycaon’s plan to test the omnipotence of the Gods as a result getting him cursed. 

Abilities

Original Lycan: While shifted, lycans have no choice but to answer his call when he howls. Possesses a monstrous strength in his human form that increases when he shifts. 

Lycanthropic Blessing: Lycaon is able to turn mortals into lycans, this applies to druids, witches, humans, and even halfblooded creatures. This is not done through a bite, but must be done intentionally through physical contact. 

Immortal: Does not age, skin is nearly impenetrable and mortal wounds will heal instantly. 

True Alpha: Under the full moon Lycaon has authority over all shifted lycans. He is able to force someone to shift through physical contact. 

Weaknesses

Silver: Poisonous to him, the metal will burn him upon physical contact. While silver weapons are not able to kill him, they are the only thing that can weaken him or cause him significant harm. 

Faerie: When Lycaon consumed the heart of a changeling he made a pact with Melpomene, the agreement prevents him from ever entering the faerie court or harming someone under her protection. 

Lycans: All lycans can sense when Lycaon is near, they’ll feel anxious and find that their shifts are more difficult to control. 

Bloodmoon: Controlled by the moon, Lycaon’s reactions to the different variations of the full moon are taken to extremes. 

THIS SKELETON IS CURRENTLY CLOSED.

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