Mephisto
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Level 1 Coatl
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Measurements
Length
6.98 m
Wingspan
8.76 m
Weight
780.35 kg
Genetics
Orca
Jaguar
Jaguar
Orca
Rosette
Rosette
Orca
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
Sentinel and Mephisto from Catkinstarchild
Deadpan jester's outfit and pleated ruff
Deadpan jester's outfit and pleated ruff
Lore snippet idea wrote:
Hand of Fate, tarot reader, crystal ball gazer, sees much and says little. Can entrap wandering spirits and engages in dangerous bargains with entities beyond the veil. She loves uncovering secrets that others would rather not be known. Her singing voice was stolen long ago in a deal that went wrong, and she resents musicians for their skills, even though she must travel with them- she considers it a necessary evil. Owes a debt to Magus that she can never seem to repay.
- from the Clan of Severed Lightning -
“Witness the Hand of Fate!” the banner proclaims in ornate letters. “Keep your secrets out of her reach — if you can! Do you dare to challenge the Hand of Fate?”
Her tent is always at the edge of the circus, as far from noise as possible. Still, it’s not easy to miss: The other tents are a riot of bright colors, but this tent stands out, starkly patterned in black and white.
Her banners are not advertisements; they are challenges. There are always dragons eager to try and best her. “Enter,” she proclaims when they cluster, sniggering derisively, outside her door. The eyes with which she regards them are always deeply, darkly amused.
Mephisto is her name — a name with dark connotations, for it literally means “loather of light”. It is fitting for one who makes her living within and with the darkness.
“You would challenge me, the Hand of Fate? No charge, visitor, no charge at all.” She waves their gold away. Her smile is demure, deceptively so. “Instead, let us make a wager. I, the Hand of Fate, shall pluck your secrets from your mind. If I fail, a hundred gems are yours.”
The challengers laugh at this: “A hundred gems isn’t much — just goes to show that she’s a fake!” They readily agree.
Mephisto gazes deep into her crystal ball. Vapors swirl within it, and the challengers fancy they can hear whispers on the air. They strain to hear the words….
The arrogance vanishes from their faces, and they stare at Mephisto, blanching with horror. “Stop!” they cry out. “Please don’t say it — NO! How did you learn about that?!”
She merely smiles. Some attempt to steal her crystal ball, but it is always gone by the time they remember it. They can only plead with her now — or bargain.
“No one must know. A hundred gems...Is that your price? I’ll give you anything you want. Please, just don’t tell…!”
Mephisto laughs at their fear. With a gracious smile, she accepts whatever they offer for her silence.
No one ever reports her, for secrets hold great power. Only one dares chide her: Magus the Ringmaster. He sees the visitors scuttling fearfully from her tent, and he shakes his head disapprovingly. “You never learn, do you, Mephisto?”
Mephisto grimaces in response. She skulks away to sit with Jester. If she cannot find him, she keeps to herself, shunning all other company and the circus minstrels’ songs. She despises music, for it reminds her of the singing voice she has lost.
Her power should satisfy her, but one who deals with demons never knows peace. The clink of coins fails to fill the void within her. At the Circus’ next stop, she’ll set up her tent again. Her banners will blare her challenge to the world.
“Keep your secrets out of her reach — if you can! Do you dare to challenge the Hand of Fate?”
~ written by Disillusionist (254672)
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Mephisto
A Tale by Disillusionist
A Tale by Disillusionist
“Witness the Hand of Fate!” the banner proclaims in ornate letters. “Keep your secrets out of her reach — if you can! Do you dare to challenge the Hand of Fate?”
Her tent is always at the edge of the circus, as far from noise as possible. Still, it’s not easy to miss: The other tents are a riot of bright colors, but this tent stands out, starkly patterned in black and white.
Her banners are not advertisements; they are challenges. There are always dragons eager to try and best her. “Enter,” she proclaims when they cluster, sniggering derisively, outside her door. The eyes with which she regards them are always deeply, darkly amused.
Mephisto is her name — a name with dark connotations, for it literally means “loather of light”. It is fitting for one who makes her living within and with the darkness.
“You would challenge me, the Hand of Fate? No charge, visitor, no charge at all.” She waves their gold away. Her smile is demure, deceptively so. “Instead, let us make a wager. I, the Hand of Fate, shall pluck your secrets from your mind. If I fail, a hundred gems are yours.”
The challengers laugh at this: “A hundred gems isn’t much — just goes to show that she’s a fake!” They readily agree.
Mephisto gazes deep into her crystal ball. Vapors swirl within it, and the challengers fancy they can hear whispers on the air. They strain to hear the words….
The arrogance vanishes from their faces, and they stare at Mephisto, blanching with horror. “Stop!” they cry out. “Please don’t say it — NO! How did you learn about that?!”
She merely smiles. Some attempt to steal her crystal ball, but it is always gone by the time they remember it. They can only plead with her now — or bargain.
“No one must know. A hundred gems...Is that your price? I’ll give you anything you want. Please, just don’t tell…!”
Mephisto laughs at their fear. With a gracious smile, she accepts whatever they offer for her silence.
No one ever reports her, for secrets hold great power. Only one dares chide her: Magus the Ringmaster. He sees the visitors scuttling fearfully from her tent, and he shakes his head disapprovingly. “You never learn, do you, Mephisto?”
Mephisto grimaces in response. She skulks away to sit with Jester. If she cannot find him, she keeps to herself, shunning all other company and the circus minstrels’ songs. She despises music, for it reminds her of the singing voice she has lost.
Her power should satisfy her, but one who deals with demons never knows peace. The clink of coins fails to fill the void within her. At the Circus’ next stop, she’ll set up her tent again. Her banners will blare her challenge to the world.
“Keep your secrets out of her reach — if you can! Do you dare to challenge the Hand of Fate?”
~ written by Disillusionist (254672)
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