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🗡 Name: Hecada
🗡 Age: 321 (appears about 30)
🗡 Height: 185 cm (a heavily built woman)
🗡 Class: Ghoul
🗡 Clothing: black armor with silver rivets and a heavy hood to shield her from the sun.
🗡 Color palette: black, burgundy, and gray.
Hecada is the living embodiment of discipline and cold calculation. Her gaze cuts like a blade, and her stride reveals years of relentless training - every step measured, as if by military code. She is not merely a soldier; she is a perfect weapon forged by Aldrachor.
Born by the grace of the gods of Frila, Hecada learned from childhood that only the strongest survive. Aldrachor became her home, and the code of honor her religion. She never rebelled and never asked unnecessary questions. Her sword always served whoever could guarantee order - even if that order came with a heavy hand.
“Discipline and strength are the foundation of order.”
For her, these words are not a slogan but a vow burned into her heart. She believes that an iron hand of authority is what saves the world from chaos. Her loyalty to Marlin is not servility but a conscious choice. After all, he gives her what she truly craves: challenges, battles, and the illusion of control over her own fate.
Her sword, “Silence,” carries no magic, yet its blade is sharpened to razor perfection. Hecada favors poisons - paralyzing rather than lethal. In battle she moves like a shadow: she does not shout, taunt, or boast. Only the whistle of steel and the hoarse groan of a fallen enemy break the silence. The only sign of her fury is a faint, predatory grin when an opponent proves stronger than she expected.
Her bond with Hector was never one of blood, but rather chains of steel forged in contempt. He traded duty for sentiment. The scar across her eye is her eternal reminder of his betrayal. Now every meeting between them is a duel, and his very existence reminds her that even steel can bend.
Hecada never believed in fate. She believed in choice. And if her path was paved with bones and her armor rusted by lies, then that was simply the price of order - a price she paid without regret.
🜂 Name: Marlin
🜂 Age: 430+ (appears about 35)
🜂 Height: 185 cm (tall, with a straight posture)
🜂 Class: Half-elf
🜂 Clothing: Marlin wears a long, warm terracotta doublet made from the finest wool, embroidered with golden and copper threads in geometric patterns. On his chest hangs a heavy copper pendant shaped like an elongated geometric leaf - a symbol of his authority and untouchable status. At his belt rests an elegant sword with a hilt adorned with amber.
🜂 Color palette: warm terracotta, gold, copper, and brown tones, accented by the soft gleam of metal.
Marlin is not merely a tyrant. He is a man whose mind has long ceased to be whole, yet outwardly he maintains impeccable composure and dignity. His light brown hair, streaked with gray, is always neatly styled, and his blue eyes - once cold and calculating - now burn with a strange, almost manic glimmer that he carefully conceals behind a mask of calm. He looks like someone constantly balancing on the edge between greatness and madness, doing everything he can to ensure that others see only the first.
Marlin is a man who has lost his connection with reality, yet outwardly he embodies order and authority. He rules the Central Lands with an iron hand, though his rule is chaos disguised as strict control. He sees conspiracies where none exist and trusts only those who fear him so deeply that betrayal never even crosses their minds.
His greatest weapon is not his sword, but his unpredictability - something he hides behind a façade of cold calculation. One moment he can be calm and rational, and the next he may fall into a rage over the smallest offense. His decisions often appear senseless, yet he always finds a way to justify them, even if it requires a twisted logic understood only by him.
Marlin is obsessed with magic - not as a tool of power, but as something that might fill the emptiness within him. He collects artifacts, not to use them, but because he believes they might restore what he has lost: peace and clarity of mind.
He despises noise and commotion, yet surrounds himself with courtiers who constantly whisper behind his back. He cannot stand drunkards, yet sometimes he himself drinks a glass of wine and begins speaking to the shadows that, he is certain, watch him from the corners of the room.
Marlin is a man who seeks power not for the sake of power itself, but to prove to himself that he can still control something in this world. He strives to obtain anything that might strengthen his position, because he believes that through it he might reclaim what he lost long ago: himself.
ALTICYMI! Congratulations to Jasmine Leng!
Jasmine Leng’s poem “Caesar Says, Earthquakes Aren’t So Manifest From Space” is on the Rhysling longlist!
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Caesar Says, Earthquakes Aren’t So Manifest From Space - Uncanny Magazine
Catwoman: Elusive Jewel ANIMATION
Carnival of Whispered Steel
A coin, flattened by a thousand fingertips and polished to a dull, human luster, sat like evidence on the Ferris wheel’s ruined axle. It looked absurd there — a bright promise against rust — and Selina, who had never been inclined to treat absurdities as anything but opportunities, smiled in the dark.
She was known in maps and murmurs as Catwoman Selina Kyle, though tonight the name felt worn like a glove she could slip into or out of as easily as shadow. She climbed the fence of the amusement park with the same graceful impatience that had seen her through rooftops and bank safes. The place had a name once — Luna Park, Moon Hollow, something that had imagined itself good — but by the time she reached its heart an old sign sagged like a hesitant grin and the rides had become something else: teeth and memory, waiting.
The city beyond held its neon—distant, domesticated—while inside the park the light was an animal that didn’t bother to pretend it belonged to anyone. The carousel’s painted horses had been stripped of their riders and given snarls. Their eyes were coats of shadow. Music Box Alley hummed without wind; the melody was a thread of notes that unstitched itself into something like hunger.
Selina didn’t come for money. She had been hired once, long ago, to lift coins from a slot and leave better for the next gullible hand. Tonight she had come for a rumor: that the amusement park had started taking more than laughter. People spoke of missing mouths, of teeth in the ticket booths, of laughter heard from inside the funhouse when no one had entered it. She had come for curiosity — which for her was an appetite like any other — and the particular pleasure of being the least expected thing inside a place that expected everything.
She moved like a shadow that remembered how to be persuasive. Her gloves were thin, black; her boots made no sound on cracked asphalt. When the carousel’s lights flickered and came back, they did not so much illuminate as offer themselves like bait. She tilted her head. The painted horses watched. One exhaled.
“You’re a late-night patron,” a voice said, dry as sawdust and amused as an oiled hinge. It came from the direction of the ticket booths where papier-mâché faces had leaned toward each other in ancient conspiracy.
A man stood there, if he could be called a man — all linen and hat and too many buttons, a mouth that suggested secrets as if it were trying them on. He had the posture of a ringmaster who’d kept his job through charm and small cruelties. He regarded Selina as if she might be both a potential thief and an amusement.
“Late enough,” Selina said. “You run this place?”
“I tend its moods,” he said. He stepped forward only enough to outline the flash of a ring. “Names are sticky here. People who come with names bring them like labels on their coat. I prefer to see what you keep in your pockets.”
She kept her fingers light. “You could look and see for yourself.”
He laughed in a way that might have been a kindness. “Curiosity then. Bravery then. Or boredom. Boredom is heavy business.” He made a theatrical bow. “I am called Mr. Marris.” He said it like a secret that wanted to be traded. “And you are—”
“Selina,” she supplied. “Selina Kyle.”
“Selina,” he repeated, tasting the consonants as if composing a song. “You walk into my park like a cat into a room full of glass and don’t worry about the noise.”
“You did say you liked moods.” Her voice was velvet, and in it was the exact warmth a cat uses to coax a lap into agreement. “What’s the mood tonight? Appetizing? Vindictive? Confused?”
He considered. “Hungry,” he said, finally. “And not always at the same place. Sometimes the carousel takes a piece of a person and calls it art. Sometimes the tunnel eats words and spits out secrets. We are a communal organism, Selina. We work by appetite.”
“So you feed it,” she said.
“We feed it,” he corrected. “We are both feeders and fed. Everything here pays for its existence.”
Selina’s lips curved. “Is there a price list?”
“Only taboos.” He gestured, and the park seemed to lean in. “Ask the carousel. Ask the Hall of Mirrors. Ask the one that used to be the clown. But be polite. The rides are temperamental.”
“Which is to say they’ll bite?” she asked.
“They’ll bite,” he agreed. “And they will feel quite justified.”
Selina’s laugh was a small, bright thi
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Fusion of Souls Surreal Wall Art | Golden Mist & Dreamlike Portrait
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🌿 Name: Elvira
🌿 Age: 87 (looks about 27–30)
🌿 Height: 172 cm
🌿 Class: Witch (Tavern Keeper)
🌿 Clothing: practical, but with touches of witchy style - a patterned dress, an apron with pockets for herbs and potions, and amulets on her wrists.
🌿 Color palette: warm browns and greens, like the depths of a forest.
Elvira is the kind of warm harbor you long to return to after a long journey - provided you’re ready to endure her sarcastic remarks. The owner of the tavern “The Forgotten Corner,” she knows how to feed you, warm you up, and listen to your troubles. But if needed, she’ll also smack you upside the head and tell you exactly what she thinks about you and your entire family. Her dark chestnut hair is usually tied back in a ponytail or braid so it doesn’t get in the way while she works, and her brown eyes look at the world with warmth and a hint of mockery, as if saying, “And what exactly are you doing here, sweetheart?”
Elvira is a hereditary witch, and her magic is deeply tied to nature. With a flick of her hand she can light the fireplace, brew a potion to heal a serious wound, or finally make your potato harvest stop being the shame of the entire village. But her magic isn’t for show. She uses it carefully, knowing that sometimes the price for using it can be far too high.
“The Forgotten Corner” isn’t just a place where food and drinks are served. It’s a refuge for those hiding from pursuers and a source of information for those who know where - and why - they’re going. Elvira knows everything that happens in the surrounding lands, and if needed she can help you find the right person or point you in the right direction.
“You want to know where to find that guy?” she asks, pouring herself some tea. “Well, if you’re willing to pay, I might tell you. But keep in mind - my services cost more than your conscience. Though judging by the look of you, you probably don’t have one anyway.”
With Mia, she’s almost like a sister. They joke constantly, share gossip, and support each other. Mia helps out in the tavern by entertaining the guests with songs, while Elvira offers advice and shelters her from trouble.
“That little one’s like a moth flying straight into the flame, and I’m the one putting out the fire. Though honestly, sometimes I just want to smack her upside the head and say: ‘Get a grip, you fool!’ Then again… who else but you is going to sing scandalous tavern songs about my guests?”
Her relationship with Hector is a bit more complicated. She teases him for his constant grumbling, but deep down she values his loyalty.
“That bloodsucker is something else, sure - but without his grumbling this place would be far too quiet. Though I’d prefer if he grumbled less and drank more. Maybe then he’d smile at least once instead of looking at everyone like they’re dirt stuck to his boot.”
Jus’ a friendly chat with wise turtle chap.
This was originally an inktober sketch from a few years ago, decided to digitize and add more elements to it. Threw in my DnD halfling and his clay pot golem for for. Also wanted to do something fun with sunset and shadows for more interest in the water.
I imagine this turtle is a local legend, but also just a chill wise dude that hangs out at this lake. Some people see him, some never meet him, maybe cuz he’s sleeping most of the time and hard to differentiate from the rocks.
Lilith
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Lilith is Etherine’s closest friend, Esther’s elder sister. Esther and Lilith are both originally from the Pluto royal family.
She disappeared without leaving any message when Esther was 10 years old.
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