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perfumedrooms) wrote2018-09-20 07:24 pm
perfumedrooms) wrote2018-09-20 07:24 pm
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Before the Boat: 1
Below is the first in a series of short writings on Cinnis' past prior to their adventures in Gravir. Nothing written below will affect how they are in the campaign currently. This is all for me to just flesh out their character and have a better idea of how to play them because I'm just that kind of player who has waaaaaaay too many words and maybe too much introspection lol.
Before the Boat - 1
Every time the drums begin their beat and the dancing lights are lit on along the length of the tavern hall, packed with the outcasts of society, Cinnis feels power surging through their veins. Their fingers curl as they roll their wrists a few times to the rhythm. Then, they begin—a strong stomp down the magically-lit catwalk, arms moving energetically. With their red fins, glistening purple skin, and the marble-dyed silver and black silk loosely clothing their form, Cinnis was like a wild flower moving with the wind. Or perhaps, more accurately, a gorgeous tropical fish darting aggressively through murky waters. But in this moment, they aren’t aware of how others see them. All they know is that the beat is there, and the beat calls for them to spin, and they do—wildly, intensely, a blur until that dramatic drop to the ground and the crowd cheers in unison, hands thrown down and voices raised in a cheer as is tradition in these hidden taverns.
Years ago, when Cinnis was but a spawn, society had demanded him to stop imitating the movements of his sisters and to be more like his brothers—these perfect specimens of merfolk society who had learned how to hunt and how to harness magical powers. Cinnis had thought of himself as the kind to probably follow the lead of his magic-wielding brothers, but there was something that didn’t sit properly with him. He would study a little of magic, but would sigh and let his mind wander away, to fantasies of being in one of his sisters’ bodies to learn how to move beautifully. He wanted to be like the sirens of lore, enticing people, drawing them to him like little fishes to the light of a deep-sea angler.
It wasn’t until his early teens that he found an identity that suited him. While following his brusquer brothers through the nearby wilderness for a hunt, he picked up the sound of drums coming from somewhere. Thinking that his brothers would be glad to be rid of him, he decided that he had nothing to lose by following it. The sound led him to a small structure built a good distance away from the nearest town. Out of curiosity, he entered it and at that very moment, the most magical sight was burned into his memory:
A beautiful, pale, slender figure in nothing but heeled shoes, a corset, and tights spinning wildly… hair fanning from their head in an incredible flaxen halo. On a hearty downbeat, they suddenly dropped to the ground, making the crowd shout in chorus. Then the figure rose again and Cinnis thought—whoever this was, this was what he truly wanted to be. He wanted to be this beautiful elf who didn’t seem like anything from his tribe. They moved just like his sisters, had parts like his brothers… and yet, they seemed to be neither. Everything about them was enchanting to the young merfolk. While caught in his reverie watching the performance the elf’s eyes turned to Cinnis and out of sheer surprise he turned and ran away, finding his way back to his brothers.
Despite that, as what he saw played back in his memories, Cinnis finally knew where his destiny lay.
Cinnis didn’t need to be one or the other… Cinnis simply could be.
Before the Boat - 1
Every time the drums begin their beat and the dancing lights are lit on along the length of the tavern hall, packed with the outcasts of society, Cinnis feels power surging through their veins. Their fingers curl as they roll their wrists a few times to the rhythm. Then, they begin—a strong stomp down the magically-lit catwalk, arms moving energetically. With their red fins, glistening purple skin, and the marble-dyed silver and black silk loosely clothing their form, Cinnis was like a wild flower moving with the wind. Or perhaps, more accurately, a gorgeous tropical fish darting aggressively through murky waters. But in this moment, they aren’t aware of how others see them. All they know is that the beat is there, and the beat calls for them to spin, and they do—wildly, intensely, a blur until that dramatic drop to the ground and the crowd cheers in unison, hands thrown down and voices raised in a cheer as is tradition in these hidden taverns.
Years ago, when Cinnis was but a spawn, society had demanded him to stop imitating the movements of his sisters and to be more like his brothers—these perfect specimens of merfolk society who had learned how to hunt and how to harness magical powers. Cinnis had thought of himself as the kind to probably follow the lead of his magic-wielding brothers, but there was something that didn’t sit properly with him. He would study a little of magic, but would sigh and let his mind wander away, to fantasies of being in one of his sisters’ bodies to learn how to move beautifully. He wanted to be like the sirens of lore, enticing people, drawing them to him like little fishes to the light of a deep-sea angler.
It wasn’t until his early teens that he found an identity that suited him. While following his brusquer brothers through the nearby wilderness for a hunt, he picked up the sound of drums coming from somewhere. Thinking that his brothers would be glad to be rid of him, he decided that he had nothing to lose by following it. The sound led him to a small structure built a good distance away from the nearest town. Out of curiosity, he entered it and at that very moment, the most magical sight was burned into his memory:
A beautiful, pale, slender figure in nothing but heeled shoes, a corset, and tights spinning wildly… hair fanning from their head in an incredible flaxen halo. On a hearty downbeat, they suddenly dropped to the ground, making the crowd shout in chorus. Then the figure rose again and Cinnis thought—whoever this was, this was what he truly wanted to be. He wanted to be this beautiful elf who didn’t seem like anything from his tribe. They moved just like his sisters, had parts like his brothers… and yet, they seemed to be neither. Everything about them was enchanting to the young merfolk. While caught in his reverie watching the performance the elf’s eyes turned to Cinnis and out of sheer surprise he turned and ran away, finding his way back to his brothers.
Despite that, as what he saw played back in his memories, Cinnis finally knew where his destiny lay.
Cinnis didn’t need to be one or the other… Cinnis simply could be.