"Seven stars in the still water,
And seven in the sky;
Seven sins on the King's daughter,
Deep in her soul to lie."

~The Dole Of The King's Daughter
Oscar Wilde

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Ravella is the semblance of La Belle Dame Sans Merci, the Maiden who loved Death, the maiden who was Death. Love spurned, rejected and unrequited in all its varied forms.

In her true Aspect, she appears as a scaled nymph, with branches growing out of her head like stag's horns.

"Swift beating on his breast in sibylline frenzy blind
Because the heart in his blood-sodden breast had
dragged him down into mankind,"

~Blood and the Moon
William Butler Yeats

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Ravanth-nor (Anor) is the Ravenous Devourer, the Beast that Bays in Nightmares. His Aspect is that of a monstrous armour plated wolf the height of a man reeking of decay.

"And a Shape that moveth murkily
In mirrors of ice and night,
Hath blanched with fear all beasts and birds,
As death and a shock of evil words
Blast a man's hair with white."

~The Vision of the King,
THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HORSE.
G.K. Chesterton

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Iriath is the Lord of the Wild Hunt, The Lord of Dusk and Dawn.
(Camulos God of darkness, night, the moon, and the time between dusk and dawn. God of Battle and War. In Recent times, Followers of Camulos have been at ends with those of the Morrigan, a direct rivalry has been growing over recent years, as to whom the rightful title of 'Lord of Battle' should be given.)

His Other form is a dark mail plated warrior cloaked in shadows with antlers protruding from his shoulders and cloven feet.

"There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,"

~The Two Trees
W.B Yeats

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Amaranth is a form of the Morrigan, The woman who spills blood to turn the sun, The Lady of the Second Hour, the Lady of Winter Light
(Morrigan One of a triad of Goddesses known collectively as the Ladies. The Morrigan is Goddess of war, death, destruction. She has also been known as the Morrigu or Morgana in her time as is a symbol of all women who are compelled to fight. Legend tells that Morrigan then husband Daghda died at the hands of the giants and after pulling the spear that killed him from lifeless body she struck bloody vengeance upon her foes. Daghda was later brought back to life by the Cauldron of Plenty but by law of the Tuatha de Danaan Mor Morrigan rigu and Daghda were no longer considered to be married. Being a widow of sorts, the Morrigan Goddess is also considered to be the aspect of the Crone in the three however when seen in human form she is usually portrayed as a strong and commanding middle aged woman. Morrigan has been known to appear over the fury of the battle as a hooded crow, but sometimes ran wild among the fighting in the guise of a wolf. In her own battle, she is one of the deities who drove the Fomori out of Nastrond forever.)

When in her true Aspect, she appears as a four armed naga adorned with skulls with a pair of raven wings growing from her waist. Two ravens flit from her shoulders to bring her news. (ala Odin)

"There is never a crack in the ivory tower
Or a hinge to groan in the house of gold
Or a leaf of the rose in the wind to wither
And she grows young as the world grows old.
A Woman clothed with the sun returning
to clothe the sun when the sun is cold."

~The Towers of Time
G.K. Chesterton

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Age: unknown
Height/build: 5'5", well muscled
Skin: mid brown
Eyes: black
Hair: waist length. bound at the bottom into loops with ribbons or iron rings.
Clothing: loose draped layered skirt, tight undershirt. sari-like.
Weaponry: longstaff and blades

"Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.."

~Four Quartets
T.S. Eliot

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Age: unknown
Height/build: 5'8", fit
Skin: fair
Eyes: hazel brown
Hair: shoulder length platinum blond
Clothing: varies
Weaponry:

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She's like the female equivalent of Kieran. Yeti-like powerfully built woman. Quietly respectful in Anor's presence.

Age: unknown
Height/build: 6', well muscled
Skin: fair
Eyes: grey
Hair: mid chest length, below breasts. pale blond streaked with dirty blond and at the ends black tipped.
Clothing: loose batik type cloth tied around waist and another tightly wound around breasts. sometimes she doesn't even have the sash around her breasts.
Weaponry: kukhri knife, fingernails, her Other form(lynx)

"I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,
For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear
Under my feet that they follow you night and day."

~He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World
W.B Yeats

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Age: unknown
Height/build: 6', well muscled
Skin: Suntanned
Eyes: hazel-light hazel
Hair: Dirty dark brown with streaks of dark auburn; shoulder length
Clothing: Raggedy trousers are the only certainty.
Weaponry: fists, his Other form(wolf)

"Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,."

~The Burial of the Dead
T.S Eliot

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Age: 32
Height/build: 5' 5", fit
Skin: Suntanned
Eyes: black
Hair: black-brown; waist length; gathered back in braids or a bandanna
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"My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went."

~The Burial of the Dead
T.S Eliot

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Age: 12
Height/build: 4', chubby
Skin: light brown, freckled
Eyes: dark brown/black
Hair: black-brown; shoulder length tied back with a bandanna
Clothing: skirt usually knotted up around thighs; dirty colourful pantaloons under skirts
Weaponry: none

"What if I look upon a man
As though on my beloved,
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?"

~Before The World Was Made
W.B Yeats

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" And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living."

~Four Quartets
T.S. Eliot

"Immortal story for a mortal sin;
Lest human fable touch historic fact,
Chase myths like moths, and fight them with a pin.
Take comfort; rest--there needs not this ado.
You shall not be a myth, I promise you"

~The Myth of Arthur,
G.K. Chesterton