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I will not pick flowers for the gods.
I will offer poisoned gems.
Razored necklaces tipped with Sarin.
Anklets that pierce the flesh and bleed honeyed toxins into the blood and bone.
My glittering edges,
My sharp teeth,
My dance.
All that I am.

My orbit
My Anki

Accept my gifts, oh Void-gilded lord.
They say molten gold runs through your veins.
They say the UnGod took the flames from the blood of the angel,
And set your soul alight.
They say It took the blue sky from the heart of The Nightmare,
And with it, tinted your eyes with the sweetest cruelty.

I glory in you.
I revel in your twist and turns and your cunning.

Oh, beloved and most terrible Grand-Cenn - make me worthy of your son.

Edion have a small amount of magical power, according to the elements they most strongly identify with.
YOUR PERMISSION REQUIRED: Please note and understand, they also emit a magic which 'charms' others. Even belligerent or malevolent characters find themselves protective of the edion. Unless a character is truly demonic, or truly made of evil stuff, they will find themselves unable to harm any edion. I will check with the mun to avoid godmoding on my part; but generally, if interacting with these pups, I need your permission to have this 'charm' effect work on your character.



Zaine is an edion, one of a race of tributes born and bred specially to be offered up to the kayori, the Keldran gods.

Each house is dedicated to its own specific god.

Simon Gruber's edion differ from all the others, in that they were created specifically for him, by his adopted Cenn, Kuvahli. Also known as the UnGod, Void, The First Lie, and The Liar. These edion are brightly-dark, and have scalpel-sharp edges. They are just as sweet and pure as the others and still maintain a perfect innocence, even charming creatures and other beings into protecting them.

Their house name is Sarinvaea, derived from the word Sarin, as in Sarin poison.

Where the other edion can be found chattering happily, braiding each other's hair, painting their face, and playing with ribbons and balls, and gems, The Sarinvaea happily do the same ... only they also can be found taking just as much sparkling joy in rummaging around in a torture chamber, listening to the screams of the tortured, and poking fingers into corpses, with innocent fascination and the pure joy of the tactile. It's disturbing, yes; but Keldra embraces the darker side of the cosmos. Keldra and the kayori have taken to the worship of the UnGod like shining nocturnal dragons to the night sky. Its newest Chieftain, Simon Gruber is quite at home there.

Edion Primer.

Zaine na Sarinvaea: His godmark, Simon's sigil, is at the top of his left buttock. Zaine presents as an 18 year-old male, but is a gendershifter and frequently appears as female. He doesn't care if he's referred to as he or she, whichever body he's wearing - sometimes he's both. He'll wear minuscule dresses in either or both forms, stockings, beads, he makes little distinction between male and female clothing.

Metal and shadow

Zaine is a jeweller and smith of metals. He forges deadly but exquisitely made jewellery. Earrings sharpened as tiny daggers, bracelets and hand decorations that are spelled to bring forth tiny venomous barbs; ceremonial blades. He strings together the vertebra of animals to make beads. He combines the bones of animals into his work. He sets large and evil-looking insects into resin. He makes the Fabergé egg look like a dull sea-roughened pebble.

Zaine is innocent. Innocent, sweet, happy, and shining. He revels in each second the day brings. He's incredibly tactile, savouring the feel and texture of even the intangible. He sharpens blades, he hunts and dissects small animals. He paints his cheeks and forehead with blood. He's fascinated and absorbed by the tiniest details of life - and death. The way a skeleton comes apart. The sound an animal's hide makes as its pulled from the corpse. The tiniest jewels set into a lethal pendant. The soft delicious sound of Kuvahli's name, a prayer on his AnKi-on's lips, as the newest god of Keldra slits the throat of a captive.

And he dances.

If he dances with you, make sure he has no blades on his person.



((PB is Nutsa Kukhianidze, no affiliation. Fictional account for roleplaying only. Mun and muse are over 21.))