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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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He looks like a cool drink of water But he's candy-coated misery He's the devil in disguise A snake with blue eyes
There's no solution Thorn can provide that will make this neat and simple. None she can, much as she's tried. Maybe Vesper could, but the very act of him doing so seems bound to undo whatever would remain tidy. With no clear answer, she finds it better to stop asking; isn't even certain she knows the question any more. Better to bury it, see if tomorrow unearths something new—bloom or rot.
Fingers curl against her pants, trying to find something smooth amid denim. "What?" she complains instantly, features narrowing into an affront on his behalf. "I expected you of all people to be organizing the most ridiculous flower float in town." Living up to his name and all. "Instead you're just working like it's any other day?" She rises with him in a tall stretch, groaning through it as her arms reach over her head and back. Without answering his question she moves towards the porch just the same, peppering out rebuttals the whole time.
"Who even needs the House when there's a fair to enjoy?" She already knows, because the House is always operating, just like her ranch—mouths to feed, just not with hay. "Couldn't you have a makeshift tent set up, sneak away to enjoy some of it in-between customers, or run back when you hear a bell?"
He only comes out at night Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight You better run for your life He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
“Why? ‘Cause my name’s Thorn?” He trills back at her with a grin as he steps toward the porch – slipping through the front door and snagging the pack of cigarettes, lifting it to his lips and fishing around in his pocket for a lighter. Finding one, it takes him only a few seconds to get the stick lit, dragging in a deep breath of smoke and amusement as he puts his seafoam gaze back on the Accepted.
Exhaling the breath with a soft chuckle, he leans against the banister of her porch, crossing his arms. “’Sides, it’s easy to work an’ flaunt for the House. I just gotta flirt and meet people. It’s real easy.” It wasn’t like he’d be stealing visitors away for a quick fuck just to promote the house. It was all marketing – making him look available (which he is) and bookable, all super easy manageable things.
“Client – House relations, I think’s what the Flood called it. Easiest part’ve the job. So I do get to enjoy the fair, too, don’t worry.” He drawls through another cloud of smoke. “You said you were doin’ pony rides or somethin’?”
He looks like a cool drink of water But he's candy-coated misery He's the devil in disguise A snake with blue eyes
"Well, yeah," she returns like it's entirely obvious. One hand even gestures down at herself and then waves about at the ranch around them. "Case in point, I'm with the horses." Her father had wanted a son, so to make peace her mother had offered him a colt instead. She grins though, because it's absurd and she knows it.
She slips in beside him as he moves out to light his cigarette, hip bracing on the rail as she reaches out expectantly for a puff. Not much of a smoker, she could use something about now a bit stronger than conversation and beer, which has been the reasoning the few other times she's pulled on the nicotine. "Oh," she says with a deep stress to the word now that he explains it further. "I'm sorry," and her lips twitch a bit with the restrained effort to maintain something serious. "But that sounds so much worse." She laughs faintly, far too much a woman set in her ways and accustomed to working with a small group she knows well to possibly imagine shmoozing people is anything short of torture. She'd much rather hop on a dick than be making small talk.
"You'll win 'em all over easy though sugar," she sighs with affection, glad to know he found it easy and wouldn't be tucked away in private spaces the entire time. "Yeah," she confirms with a glance towards the pastures. "Some unicorns for the kids to enjoy and any adult that still finds novelty in it. Gonna make 'em all pretty too, flowers and shit in their manes and tails. Might even paint their coats." There's no hiding the quiet delight that enters her voice at the thought, slipping back into girlhood for a moment to decorate all the ponies prettily. "Some of my big boys will help pull certain floats too, I think. Sometimes people ask and then the plan falls through, so we'll see."
He only comes out at night Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight You better run for your life He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
“Ohhhh, right. So I should’ve been a florist?” He muses around the cloud of smoke and the charming grin – handing the cigarette over toward her when he’s relaxing against the banister. “Or an apothecary. Dad prolly would’ve liked that one a helluva lot better.” His nose wrinkles as he thinks about it, head cocking slightly, letting the dangling jewelry from his ear dance with the movement.
Looking back at her when she tells him it sounds so much worse, he swats at her playfully. “Oy, I’m good at that! Easiest part’ve my job.” He sticks his tongue out at her playfully, before taking the cigarette back to drag on it – the smoke curling around his face and settling in as he listens to her plans.
“Oooh, make one all red ‘n white like a candy cane.” He suggests, latching onto the idea as they continue talking about their plans, what she might do for the floats and the unicorns in question. It’s an easy way to pass the time and loosen her nerves, hopefully, content to gossip the rest of the day away.
