Quincunx - Other Characters

[Quincunx]

~Other Characters~

 

With the move to the Pen and the subsequent stability post-Four of the Quincunx, the quincunx stopped its feverish generation of new personae. Only a few of the previous dozens, all human females, had gained enough detail to be classified. (The only non-humanoid, The Shrike, is on permanent loan to Degenero Angelus--part of an experiment in playing other people's characters.)

[Quincunx]

~Dr Tzimfemmestien~

 

A splinter of Tzimfemme, a gift from alphabet. Pronounced “Zim-fem-steen” and with many other references to every bad mad scientist movie ever made, the mad Doctor operated the MPD-O-Matic, the cloning tanks on IRC, and any switch she could lay her hands on during the Archmage era. She made five clones from celebrities of the channels, which clung to life/operation for awhile (Starlight’s clone hatched as a ‘bot) until Minta zombified the lot during the TAG! Game of 2004. Dr. Tzimfemmestien wore a cocktail-dress-cut lab coat—just the lab coat—and she styled her hair by sticking her finger in the nearest electrical outlet. After the grand mess at Challenge X, where the Pen stormed and held the stage at the Tavern of the Morning Rose, the MPD-O-Matic broke down past fixing. Nowadays Dr. Tzimfemmestien rarely asserts herself out of Tzimfemme.

 

Pretty Purple X, collaborative story

Someone tell the damn Loremaster, short story (Orlan)

Edited June 24, 2005 by Quincunx

[Quincunx]

~Eveline~

 

–OUT OF PLAY– A splinter of Rydia, a modern-day pyrokinetic descended from the boy who brought Sossity to grief. Shy and humble, she had been biking home from the day college through the wood—yes, that wood—and the magical fire claimed her. She hopes to return to Gravel Hill someday, but for now studies her new magical textbooks quietly, living in the middle floor of a tenement. Eveline is so unskilled that she needs to use a portable tin magic circle to focus her powers, even to light so little as a candle, unless she is somewhere where a misplaced fire won’t hurt anything.

 

Turi’s Application, collaborative story

Edited February 15, 2006 by Quincunx

[Quincunx]

~Serafima~ / ~Serafima Vassilivna~

 

A splinter of Rosemary, a falcon shape-shifter (pyeryem in her own language). Daughter of a respected but failing pyeryem and a business-savvy social climber, she introduced trained Eastern falcons into the courts of Théa, giving them to royalty, and amassed a fortune when everyone rushed to copy their rulers’ newest hobby. Serafima herself is ugly, tiny with a beaklike nose and close-set eyes, but offsets her looks with aristocratic bearing and expensive furs; she dines well but eats little, mostly meat and wine, rises before the sun and only owns lamps, never candles. Among the courts of the West, she does not reveal her magical blood and pretends to be merely a dissolute, bored breeder of falcons; her favorite trick is to shape-shift, be delivered to someone as a gift, eavesdrop for a few days, then swap a true falcon in for herself and make use of the recipient’s secrets. At home, she is partly reviled for being newly rich, and partly revered for her mastery of the art; the overseers are careful to be kind for the months she stays home, never dare to steal a single pelt from her hunts, and abuse her peasantry and lands for the rest of the year—yet anyone who kills a falcon, she slays. That is the law.

 

Inheritance, short story

Seranil, the Lyre of Deception, contest entry

Edited February 15, 2006 by Quincunx

[Quincunx]

~Sossity~

 

–OUT OF PLAY– An untraceable splinter, partially a gift from Orlan. She lived in a repressive era, and while her town knew nothing, they suspected much:

 

What happened to lonely Sossity,

When she went for a walk in the wood?

By day she takes tea with the Unicorn Queen,

By night she cries ‘neath her hood.

 

What happened to wicked Sossity,

When the beast drank her baby’s blood?

She was swept from the earth and was not again seen,

Remember, young girls, to be good.

 

It wasn’t true. She had miscarried, and buried the illegitimate corpse where it had been conceived, when the wood burst into flame. How that brought her to here, she never knew, but knew that the exchange had cost her any chance at husband and children. Sossity dressed in loose-fitting white shifts, gloves, and shoes, and hid her red hair under a broad-brimmed white hat; she eked out a living raising chimeras, war falcons, and other unruly flying creatures. Secretly, she trained her prize chimeras to shadow Archmage widows and other people not meant to stumble into this hazardous world, ‘unicorns’ as she called them. Sossity’s voice was rough, quiet, and riddled with uneducated grammar and dropped letters; she directed the creatures with a whirling device made from a unicorn’s horn and a length of pink ribbon. As the unicorns lost their purity, Sossity became more and more still with grief; to this day she is fossilized in white marble, a statue at the border between the Pen and reality.

 

If I may. . ., Pen application

Edited February 15, 2006 by Quincunx

[Quincunx]

~Tanaquil~

 

–OUT OF PLAY– A splinter of Rosemary, a proud and aristocratic druid with liquid brown eyes. She seized power from another green mage and intended to take her lands also until the Armageddon hunters discovered why the first mage was so weak. Furious, she fled with only a fig from her treant-numina hidden in her pocket. Tanaquil is an animist and a haggler who will give anything to the numinae, the world’s spirits, so long as she doesn’t have to give of herself.

 

Anthem, RP’d Backstory Fun!, collaborative story

Edited February 15, 2006 by Quincunx