INDEPENDENTS
The Independent Courts are all separate to the greater circles, for very different reasons; yet all have their parts to dance when the Ball comes.
STORMS
Pact: Chaos, upheaval
Geas: Always change the world
Colour: Black and bruise blue thunderclouds shot with gold; punk, sculpted, spiky, shoulderpads and edges.
Emblem: Stormcloud
The Court of Storms bring change. Change for better or change for worse? That was never the point. The Court of Storms have sat in many of the Affinities and Alliances but never stayed. Sooner or later they smell the wind and rain and they know it is time to leave. They love the mortal world, for they love the restlessness of humanity. They gather around revolution and riots, for those they love the most, but when hurricanes rage and cities flood, then they will be there too. They will grin knife sharp and drum their feet and then, when the world is upside down, they look to the horizon. Tomorrow, after all, is another day and you never linger on your work once it is done.
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THE MARKET
Pact: Goblin bargains
Geas: Always take a deal
Colour: Dark green, copper; self-made and up-and-coming
Emblem: A set of scales
Professional keepers of secrets and pacts, the Market make the world go round. Every Pact, every Promise, every Trade made is watched over by the Market. No matter how big or how small, they are there to take their cut. Just hope that the Deals keep coming, because the day that they stop, when the final Deal is struck, the Market will have to pay its due.
Until then, they are modernising with a vengeance. Check out their Twitter here: https://twitter.com/FeyMarketCorp
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THE MOTLEY CREW
Gift: Second skin
Curse: The curse you bear
Colour: Asymmetrical - a single glove, a parti-coloured tabard, a brooch bearing half the face of their other side…
Emblem: Half-mask
OOC NOTE: Playing one of the Motley will involve themes of supernatural discrimination.
What’s that?
Yes, that. Over there in the shadows. The thing with hungry eyes set in half a face.
Don’t look. It's one of the Motley - something with neither pact nor mask.
They get everywhere these days, crawling in where they shouldn't be. Some of them still know that they are meant to crawl and slither, but the younger ones stride in as brash as if they belonged.
They don’t belong.
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But still they come,
and still they hunger,
and still they strive.
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