Virtuoso (Emporium)

[Dandeli]

  

You are:

  

Aged between 11 and 13.

  

A quirky human.

   

Shipwrecked, washed ashore on Meranthe with no memories.

   

Drawn to the surname "Virtuoso."

   

Perhaps you were alone, perhaps you were with others. You laid on the shore, on the cusp of death. Your lungs wrung of air, your mouth a basin for seasalt, a lone woman sat over you and whispered a haggard plea. Splitting into rainbow light you recall her fading, and warmth returning to your body, no matter how unfamiliarly vibrant and strange you feel.

   

You are drawn to invention, creation and making something of what has been destroyed.

   

You are possibly aloof, possibly eccentric and entirely unconventional: given your saviour's cartoonish disposition and your amnesia, you will likely be highly unusual, carrying your own unique quirks, behaviours and speech.

   

You have one of Scheherazade's artifacts, each one uniquely potent.

   

You will represent one of the colours of the rainbow, your skin carrying that same hue. Someone who is red may be beholden to fire and passion, someone who is blue may be beholden to water and melancholy, someone who is green may be beholden to peace and growth. Put your own spin on it!

   

You have a small cloud companion, split from the Djinn's nimbus: it is a minor spirit.

      

You can have pointy ears if you desire.

 

Dandeli will dress you and draw you a small profile picture.

      

You are just a human, and your subtly unique physiology grants you no additional benefits.

   

 

  

Your "Mother"*  *unverifiable and "Saviour."** **verifiable

    

Scheherazade Virtuoso, Djinn of Mestra

Tempest / Thunder / Lightning

          

Your recollection of your 'saviour' is murky, given your amnesia. Upon washing on the shores you recall her uttering a wish and disappearing into light. Whether this tells of her death or otherwise is uncertain, but you know you have been irreversibly changed by her act of kindness.

            

Leaving an imprint of her own memories upon you, you can recall various occasions when she granted wishes, the Djinn sent from the heavens in all sorts of odd carriages (such as vases, or lamps, or hampers, or even a folded towel) to help the poor, lost and hopeless by making them the marvels and majesties they desired.

              

Meranthe more commonly remembers her as one of Mestra's last Djinn that fell unto Meranthe in a shoddy, sneezing lamp, stricken with an almost unsatiable rage due to mankind's inability to save her God. This tempestuous attitude one day disappeared, however, soon replaced with her old time calling: to show humanity from ruin one can build.

   

Until her disappearance, she travelled and spread joy through creation.

 

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[Dandeli]

Thank you for the interest! I'll give this a little more time and then get back to applicants!