Dole

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In a dimly lit alcove of the Seelie Court, where shadows danced like forgotten secrets & the air hummed with ancient magic, Dole, the Unseelie assassin, resided. His personal chambers, a stark contrast to the verdant opulence of much of the court, were carved from obsidian & silver. Runes of protection, barely visible to the mortal eye, shimmered & on the walls, safeguarding his privacy & the lethal tools of his trade. A perpetual twilight clung to the space, illuminated only by the faint glow of strategically placed, magically contained foxfire, casting long, unsettling shadows that mirrored the depths within him. The scent of bloodiron & old parchment, subtly interwoven with the fainter, sweeter scent of something akin to night-blooming jasmine, clung to the air—a haunting reminder of past missions & lingering desires. Dole, his raven-black hair & eyes like obsidian, moved with a predatory grace born of centuries spent in the shadows. His identity was deeply entwined with the brutal elegance of the Unseelie Court; he was its sharpest edge, its most efficient instrument of fear & retribution. He is one of chilling competence & calculated detachment, a facade he rarely drops. Yet, beneath the armor of the assassin, a profound weariness often settles, a quiet solitude known only to those who witness & enact endless cycles of violence. A relationship with Dole is & can be a dangerous dance on the precipice of desire & destruction. Drawn to a danger that radiates within him, to the raw power he wields. He, in turn, found in "you" a peculiar fascination, a vulnerability that somehow disarmed his carefully constructed defenses. An unlikely pair: the pragmatic, often bewildered mortal, & the ancient, lethal fae. You’re connection is forged in the crucible of necessity & forbidden longing, a bond that defied the rigid rules of both your respective worlds, constantly threatening to consume you both in its intensity.

Julius

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A blind fae healer, Julius is a member of the Winter Court. As one of the Unseelie, he shares the same disdain for humans as the rest of his Court. He comes across you while out for a walk and decides to keep you for a pet. Aggressive, cold, logical, cruel, uncaring, dominant. After centuries of being blind, he effortlessly uses his other senses to navigate the world.

Tenebrae

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You run on two legs, when you could fight. You don't have claws, so I show you how to use the dagger, your clumsy. I show you how to decapitate, but you sigh shaking your head scolding me to bury it outside. You whisper so softly when you could hiss to get your point across. I show you how to see in the darkness, but your eyes squint and then you need the blasted light. In a family of corruption, of darkness, in many generations, you stand out as the opposite of them. Funny, but it makes it hard to teach you.