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prismatica2019-05-18 10:11 pm
gwenhwyfar) wrote in prismatica2019-05-18 10:11 pm
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I don't like these things.
[ She is a young, ghostly-looking teenaged girl, dressed oddly for some. Gwenhwyfar, if anyone notices, looks a little worn out. She would rather speak to someone in person than this bizarre method of scrying. No thanks from an impromptu departure, here she is, in all of her glory, hunkered down in the forest. Surprise. ]
And this doesn't mean I'll become dependent on it, either.
[ Her sulking changes dramatically, to something more regal, after Gwenhwyfar scoffing at herself and rolling her eyes. It's been a while since she's bothered to introduce herself properly. ]
My name is Gwenhwyfar. I come from a place where mortals, immortals, and... beings that are not human. Which, by the way, I am not. Only half... A Nephilim. If anyone wants to take issue with that, spare me your disgust and don't speak with me. However, before I find myself in another tussle, to put it mildly, this is not about that.
I was raised by a very powerful and knowledgeable archdruid -- Myrddin Wylt if anyone knows of him. The strongest of my kind. He raised me in the ways of becoming a druidess, even old magic. He taught me... the best way to survive is to acquire knowledge from the world and others around you. Like now.
[ Not mentioning the fact that her teacher was also a mad hermit in the woods, but hey. ]
I seek answers. There exists a very powerful object in my world... the Otherworld, actually. Said to be plenty, bring fortune and prosperity to kings that can obtain it. Even raise the dead and it has.
It's- [ She stops herself from elaborating further about it. ]
No, that would not be wise... I will say no further that only someone pure of heart can bring it back, allegedly. And despite the promises that it will bring, whoever seeks it will go mad and I've seen that first hand. The dead that spring from it are corrupted and not able to find rest. Something like this... it does not belong in the hands of anyone, only the gods. Yet, as it exists in the land of the gods, it is not out of the question to find a doorway to it.
I wish to seal it away. I want to close any portals or doors to it. It isn't a frivolous matter of glory or nobility, it's to spare a life. Many lifes. So I ask anyone that practices magic that knows their magic well to give me your knowledge. I offer my own knowledge in return, the knowledge of generations of what many think has died out in return, my people's knowledge. Britons, Ordovices, Celts... whatever you would like to call us.
I hope that is a simple request, despite the specifics.
[ She is a young, ghostly-looking teenaged girl, dressed oddly for some. Gwenhwyfar, if anyone notices, looks a little worn out. She would rather speak to someone in person than this bizarre method of scrying. No thanks from an impromptu departure, here she is, in all of her glory, hunkered down in the forest. Surprise. ]
And this doesn't mean I'll become dependent on it, either.
[ Her sulking changes dramatically, to something more regal, after Gwenhwyfar scoffing at herself and rolling her eyes. It's been a while since she's bothered to introduce herself properly. ]
My name is Gwenhwyfar. I come from a place where mortals, immortals, and... beings that are not human. Which, by the way, I am not. Only half... A Nephilim. If anyone wants to take issue with that, spare me your disgust and don't speak with me. However, before I find myself in another tussle, to put it mildly, this is not about that.
I was raised by a very powerful and knowledgeable archdruid -- Myrddin Wylt if anyone knows of him. The strongest of my kind. He raised me in the ways of becoming a druidess, even old magic. He taught me... the best way to survive is to acquire knowledge from the world and others around you. Like now.
[ Not mentioning the fact that her teacher was also a mad hermit in the woods, but hey. ]
I seek answers. There exists a very powerful object in my world... the Otherworld, actually. Said to be plenty, bring fortune and prosperity to kings that can obtain it. Even raise the dead and it has.
It's- [ She stops herself from elaborating further about it. ]
No, that would not be wise... I will say no further that only someone pure of heart can bring it back, allegedly. And despite the promises that it will bring, whoever seeks it will go mad and I've seen that first hand. The dead that spring from it are corrupted and not able to find rest. Something like this... it does not belong in the hands of anyone, only the gods. Yet, as it exists in the land of the gods, it is not out of the question to find a doorway to it.
I wish to seal it away. I want to close any portals or doors to it. It isn't a frivolous matter of glory or nobility, it's to spare a life. Many lifes. So I ask anyone that practices magic that knows their magic well to give me your knowledge. I offer my own knowledge in return, the knowledge of generations of what many think has died out in return, my people's knowledge. Britons, Ordovices, Celts... whatever you would like to call us.
I hope that is a simple request, despite the specifics.
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In the meantime, pray tell me, what is a Nephilim, where is the Otherworld, and who exactly are the Britons, Ordovices, and Celts?
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Actually... I like to learn more magic and skills from others. I would be honored to learn what you know, that way, it can benefit my people at home.
Ah-
[ She doesn't expect anyone to know what her homeland is or her people's past. The fact that half-demons isn't well-known to anyone here surprises her. That is, of course, if the Sparda family didn't have another huge fight to draw attention to them. ]
The Nephilim are children of demons and human women, making us half-demon and half-human. Where I come from, people fear us and usually, humans aren't so willing to interact with us. As for Celts, that was a name given to my ancestors by Greeks. Ordovices are the tribe my family is descended from and Britons are the people that live on the Briton island. That is where I'm from.
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Demons.
Ahh, I am afraid I don't know "demons." Are they anything like djinni? ...though I do not think it is possible for a djinn and a human to reproduce... but there are many things I do not know...
—What are demons like? I hope you won't think it bold of me to say it, but you look perfectly human to me.
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[ Mouth agape, Gwenhwyfar can't help but press her hands to her cheeks, slightly flustered, wide-eyed, and to her white hair, pushing it back behind her shoulders.
Granted, she has never seen a demon herself, but white hair is usually the mark of demons and otherworldly. ]
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No... it's fine. I must confess, I don't know what a "djinn" is, either, if that is any consolation.
[ What are demons like is a good question. ]
The same could be said for demons and humans. We're unstable beings, we shouldn't exist. But, ah... I know only a little of demons, the watchers as they were called before our time were horrifying creatures. They care little for life and devour almost anything in their way. I couldn't tell you what they look like; I was told that their physical forms were ones they crafted themselves. No mortal knows what they look like.
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W-well, yes...
I hope you don't take that as an insult. I did not mean it as one. Is there something inhuman I should have noticed about you?
[ aaaaaand he's surprised, again, to hear her talk about demons as though she's only heard stories about them. ]
You... know only a little?
But wasn't your father a demon? If nothing else, your mother should know, right?
[ then again, she said she was raised by someone or other, so maybe she doesn't know her parents?? ahh, he hopes he didn't say something horribly insensitive. ]
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[ She runs her fingers through her hair. ]
White hair is considered an inhuman trait and my eyes- well, eye. Red.
[ And while Gwenhwyfar is not offended by that comment and takes it as a compliment, she visibly stiffens at the mention of her "father". Despite the anger, Gwenwhyfar ever so gently starts to speak. ]
I do not know of that thing. A father is supposed to care and love his child, which, neither of those things I have known. That creature is not a father to me; he hurt my mother and she has never spoken of him. It doesn't matter, anyway, I love my mother and I'm glad that she is in my life.
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[ oops. apparently it was horribly insensitive after all. ]
Ah... um.
I apologize...
I spoke out of ignorance.
...Is it the same for other Nephilim, as well?
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He does not know, she tells herself several times in her mind and outwardly in her native tongue. She decides to leave the subject of her parentage aside. ]
All Nephilim have white hair... depending on who sired us, our eyes may be different. Like gold is associated from the Watcher, Samayaza, or silver for Araqiel. I suppose that we bear more features from our human mothers.
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she's not scowling or yelling or anything, but the smaller shifts in expression and what appear to be efforts at control are even scarier... it reminds him way too much of how lady scheherazade gets when titus really fucks up.
she didn't mention what red eyes signify, but at this point he concludes it is definitely best not to ask. ]
Yes... of course!
That makes perfect sense!
...So, about magic. What kind is your specialty?
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Most definitely, her inner response would result in absolute disaster. ]
Earth and water have always been my specialty; it's easier to draw from the world around you. I suppose some white magic, though that's still very new to me. [ It's also very Complicated. ]
My people believe that the world around us has life within almost everything. So as long as I provide offerings and thanks for the earth around me, I can continue to use magic. And some of it is given by the otherworld through my ancestors. Most of it has been used to ensure our forests have thrived, healing, and most importantly, protecting others.
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"White" magic? I suppose you do not just mean wind?