Titles: The Hidebound, Flesh, Boneskin, Worm, The Panoptes (all-eyed)

Gender: Male

Species: Clay, Effigy, Golem?, totem?

Diet: Ants, very small fish, tiny pond organisms

Size: Between 17 and 5 but appears shorter because he usually crouches

Speech: Greegan, Balem Abrasax, Scroop. Speech is slurred and garbled due to narrow jaw. Hisses on the s's and rumbles on the r's

Sounds: Threatening or Cranky, Attacking or Driving Off, Curious/Calling, Growl, Hiss

Scent: Unfired clay, dirt, scents stick easily to him

Set: Long mask/swan pelt/kabuki antlers

Self:
Attracted to stone and areas that have clay deposits.

Mind is somewhat twisted, knows others think him a monster and often pretends to be just that. Dislikes how he looks to a great extent. Remembers what he was intended to be before his creator mangled him, was supposed to be a normal sleek greyhound. half remembers the beautiful original ideals that his creator started off making him with and how he ended up after that creator became molded themselves by something not of their choosing. In essence became a relic of hardship and bent souls as well as better days long past. Strongly contains/experiences those emotions that were instilled by his creator. Holds a hidden appreciation for beautiful things as a result. Grumpy and bitter for the most part, also rather vain/meticulous despite believing himself to be beyond repair.

Limitations:

Body:
Needs to keep his body moisture at a certain level to avoid becoming fragile and brittle, too much water will make him soupy. Hates the rain and snow because of this, on days like this is usually found huddled in the stone den at the playground. Makes frequent visits to the pond and keeps out of bright sun. Prefers the First Forest to the Birch.


Flesh is tinged with the color of the dirt he rests on, a redish tint for the birch, a darker brown tint for the first forest exct. Will wash this color off in the pond from time to time. Being composed of unfired clay he is still malleable and bits of dirt, pebbles and grass sometimes become embedded in him.

Always cautious of anything that may bring harm and will take no unnecessary risks.
If you are in trouble he will not save you. No matter how small the personal risks is. Wastes no time threatening and brandishing claws if the other should move too quickly. Fawns are mostly exempt from this but are not trusted as they are unpredictable, touchy and can still harm him. Does not hop, dance or engage in any other quick movements of that nature because he insists it is too easy to be damaged in this matter. (Actually really lazy though) Will not sleep in the company of others unless they would be trusted.

Sight:
Only posses eyes on his sides (three eyes with small red irises and black sclera on each side), the four eyes on his head were sealed from the point of his creation. Although the sealed eyes are heat sensitive and can detect shadows to some extent, (Kind of like when you have your eyes closed) there are obvious problems with his ability to see. Will often be a little off when 'looking' at something, looking over their shoulder or be completely off and staring at something else entirely. Despite this his eyesight is exceptionally keen like that of a sight hound. Has trouble moving through the more congested areas of the forest and navigates with smooth curves, occasionally spinning in a circle to check surroundings.

Has massive blind spots directly in front of him, directly behind him and above him. Wedges self between two trees/rocks so his front and behind are protected and eyes are able to keep watch.

Must contort his body to see things sometimes. When trying to see small things or things that are on the ground he will severely arch his back and lean to one side. When dealing with beings larger than himself he will crouch and lean so his side is pointing up. When meeting others he will immediately circle them a few times to grasp a general idea of they look like and the threats they might exhibit. Greets and performs actions with his side facing the other, remains in this position.

Speech:
Having the slender, narrow jaw of an anteater that does not open much makes speech hard to understand. It's like trying to speak without moving your jaw. Often makes a "gh" sound at the end or in the middle of most words. Has a tendency to hiss and whistle on his s's, rolls and rumbles his r's. When mad this sounds almost like a growl. The extremely long, thin black tongue is often draped loosely around his muzzle.

Musings:
‘your flesh is a relic’, clay, anteater and sighthound. Clay by Megan
Polite cold shoulder, the hidebound. Always watchful presence, patient spectator. There in silence gone in noise. Quick blows and cutting claws, looking for beauty. Skin and bones, strong spine. Larger than he seems.
Hits like a praying mantis, aims to crush and stab prey. Uses them for gutting, carrying and crafting. Distance keeper that doesn’t sleep.

Fjogur Piano & Malleable Beings

“Your flesh is a relic, a mere vessel. Hand over your flesh, and a new world awaits you. We demand it.”
?Machine ambassador, to the United Nations.

“He was just a lazy thing with scary mantis talons and teeth.”
–Kyra, Waning-sun

Artwork:
-both of images on the bio and the concept for The Relic was created by Smiling Jack and belongs to them

Relationships:

Kyra: Small owl, white. Minimal threat, disabled with only one wing. Unlikely to touch or harm. A creator that stopped creating. Weaver or perhaps jewrelry maker. Remember to make her something some time. Pretty.

Ross: Meet once. Amussing. Scared, unlikely to retaliate. Seems polite enough and did not directly runaway.

Adyati: Originally met as a terrified fawn, now quite a bold and seemingly outgoing idnividual. Inquisitve. Apreachates her keeping her distance. Striking markings. Still seems an unlikely threat but those solid hooves bear watching.

Aria: Singly the most confusing relation he has, extremely frilly with pink bits and tiny flowers somehow growing from her head. Looks like she should have ranaway when he approched but did the unthinkable and laughed instead. Not a threat? Butterfly magnet. At ease around.

Knows literaly no one else /sobs

Titles: Listener

Gender: Female

Species: Thoroughly an endless forest deer, has never left the forest nor discovered any portals. Does how ever know quite a bit about the outside world from eavesdropping on conversations and listening to stories.

Size: 2

Speech: hello

Voice: Lorde

Scent: Grass and faintly of mint

Set: Noah Mask/Kirin pelt/butterfly antlers

Self: Young teen, good with all sorts and can even tolerate the noisy bunches if she must. Very outgoing and inquisitive, up for all sorts of adventure. Always tries to get a story out of those she meets and will make up and tell others stories in return. Wants desperately to belong but her strange pelt and abilities turn both the Nameless and the more permanent residents against her. Taught herself how to speak in a bid to connect to others and become more accepted. There are gaps in her language because of this and often makes up words and names for the things she does not know. Has constant feelings of inadequacy and loneliness, has not found herself/purpose yet.

Absolutely intrigued by anything that comes from the human world, has heard many stories about the strange two legged beings and the things they make but believes that the stories are just that, stories. Sort of half believes them, unlikely to admit that.

Ears: Has absolutely huge ears, on the level of a fennec's or perhaps even bigger than that. Listener first and foremost, excellent hearing. Can hear almost every kind of sound possible, from a bugs footfalls to the wind howling through the trees. Hears heartbeats and breathing, can usually tell if they are frightened or have heart/lung defects because the sound is different. (Like DareDevil but she can see too) Impossible to sneak up on. Uses her talents to eavesdrop on everything, finds and listens to all kinds of stories. Could be an ideal thief or spy because of her sharp ears and the soundless way she moves.Prefers quiet company due to sensitive ears and shouting is almost unbearable but she handles herself well enough in these situations. Speaks rather softly because she can hear herself easily but will up the volume for others so that they too can hear.


Pelt: The lines along her body are in constant movement, reacting to all the different sounds around them. They’ll even jump at the sound of her own voice. The only time the lines are smooth is when there is absolutely no sound at all, lines tend to move slower when she is asleep.

There was once a time when only grass filled the forest floors, there were no flowers, no weeds and nothing else to eat. While this was fine in times of plenty the deer of the forest began to long for something more as the days dragged on in endless sunlight, in fact the sun almost never hid her face for long. The green of the forest became boring after awhile, all the same shades and all the same sun. Nothing special to look at and although beautiful the deer soon stopped seeing it.
Life became one cycle of existence, most started to sleep instead of live and the fawns stopped playing with one another. The only beings were the deer that walked the grasses, no birds or squirrels, frogs or rabbits ran in the shadows. It got lonely.

Soon the twins noticed the listlessness of their subjects and became concerned, this forest had meant to be a paradise and if their deer were not happy....so the two talked and journeyed in disguise around their creation. And they decided to make the forest new again, flowers were sown in their patches, glowing purples and reds. New trees pushed themselves up from the grounds. A new forest sprung up and grew over night, the dirt colored in red and golds, birds fluttered the skies and stones were set in their places. Butterflies settled in the flowers they sewed, dragonflies hovered in the corners of the pond.

Everywhere you looked there were little flashes of movement and color, everywhere you looked there was life. Small creatures rustled in the underbrush and there were more things to be noticed. There were even the small globes of golden light so much like our own floating in certain places. But still something was missing. One color the deer usually didn't see: the blue of a clear sky for the boughs and leaves blocked the view. The sight was such a sweet one that the Twins took a bit of the sky and put that into berries so the whole forest could taste the sweetness. And the residents were happy, and if I am correct are happy still. Sometimes new eyes require new sights.

Rowan: A nameless with a name, a quiet one that wants to belong as much as she does. Told him her first story. Currently only link she has. Wishes to see him again but does not know where it is the nameless go when they disappear.

Travelers—

particularly those who venture out after sunset on unfamiliar pathways—beware of the will o’ the wisps.

It is said—though by whom is a bit of a mystery—
that on certain days for certain travelers in certain parts of the world, little lights dance on the horizon, whispering tempting invitations… pledging the answers to lifelong questions, the realization of dreams, a key to secret treasures—a change of fate.

There’s a duality to them, because they’re either good or evil.


Charmed and curious, unsuspecting travelers follow the floating lights, mesmerized by their whispers, their promises.

Yet no matter how long or how fervently they follow, they never quite touch the beautiful beacons whose flickering lights eventually fade and disappear… leaving the inquisitors, the dreamers and the treasure seekers lost… and alone.

Titles: Wisp, Glassglow, The Untouchable, The Shriek

Names that have been given:

Gender: Female

Species: Will-o'-Wisp, Vengeful spirit

Size: 11

Speech: Norah Jones

Sounds: Capable of screaming like a Banshee or producing the noise of a barn owl. Does this when angry or startled but just as likely to let loose these screams whenever. Hum

Scent: Like that of a hive, honey and wax. Hint of burned wood

Set: Noa mask/golden butterfly pelt/ koi antlers

Faceclaim: Mix of Taylor Swift/Holliday Granger

Only offers comfort, warm and inviting for most at first. Becomes what the other most desires, does not like associating with those that never talk or children because she can not tell what they want. Never volunteers name first and will not reveal her true name to anyone no matter their relationship. Will instead ask them what they would call her. Being of light, always seems to glow a yellow-green and can give off a deep gold color on occasion. Long hair always floats in a wavering halo as if underwater. All smiles and charm, seductive and quite possibly off her rocker.

Only appears in twilight and darkness, shows others the pathways they most desire. Finds flowers and fireflies fascinating, always found around them if not in the darkest parts of the forest. Only purpose is to be what others desire, taking the form of a fawn or a full grown young woman. Outstandingly beautiful, usually has what seems to be a ‘halo’ of light hovering around her head.

Tangled past, existed in many different timelines and passageways between worlds. Very easily set off and much more dangerous than she appears. Dramatic and selfish, sometimes scatterbrained and does not care remotely for children of any sort. Liable of having short patience and snapping if exposed to them.

Deception is a key part of her nature

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