Mhairi Ankaa

Before

She was born to a family of Gypsies, Romani, and named after a star, as was her mother before her, and grandmother too. She took to thievery like a duck to water, her mother, wanted her to connect with the more mystical accepts of her culture and traditions. And gave her a stack of handmade tarot cards passed down from mother to daughter for generations.

During

The Ruination of the Sickle's Sun is a women scorned. She knew her husband-ex-husband had his eye on Cassiopeia, intent on making the star named girl into a star, but The Ruination saw the girl's talents for fortune. Or rather, misfortune. To spite her ex-husband, The Ruination, forged the girl in the heart of a dying star, making her like and unalike what her husband wanted. Taught her to be seductive but deadly, hiding coy smiles behind deceptive paper fans. Then sent her to her ex-husband's court, to sow discord among his gleaming throng.

It's wasn't so much of an escape as it was an eviction. It hadn't taken the gleaming denizens of The Ruination's ex-husband's Court to realize just who that source of their ever increasing misfortune was. They forced her out, even in the face of the ex-husband's ire. She wouldn't go back to The Ruination, and announce her failure, instead she walked the paths using the stars as her guide. Her kin, now both in name and nature lead her out of Faerie.

After

After her admittedly ill conceived temper tantrum against her Fetch, she really didn't know what to do with herself. She no life here. There were some of the Family in town, who Cassie approached timidly, completely prepared to deceive them in order for information, and favors. She wasn't prepared to meet her uncle's sorrow filled quicksilver eyes. Her mother is missing. He told her. Missing like they used to be. Her coffin is filled with buttons, pine cones, and other bits and bobs. He checked, paranoid he admitted, he always saw something 'off' about Ankaa, since his return. He even knew someone, who knew someone who could get her a new identity. As she promised to herself, to save her mother, she decided to take her mother's first name as her new last name. Her uncle told her to go to Sacramento, there was a Freehold, maybe the people there could help her.

Appearance

Mask

A slim girl, with raven black hair and grey-blue eyes. She likes wearing silver nail polish.

Mien

Wyrd ● - ●● Her skin is like captured moonlight. Her eyes are lit with a fell green fire. Her hair is as black as a starless sky. Her nails have a quicksilver coating, but they always seem to drip, burning up before they can spatter on the ground.
Wyrd ●●● - ? The Wyrd evolves, and so does she, her skin still like moonlight captured, and quicksilver still spatters upon the ground from a finger twitch, but now motes of fell fire escape her eyes. Her once starless locks, now contain a galaxy, tinkling lights forming constellations which mimic the sky, changing as the Seasons turn.

Mantle

Mantle ● Her mantle surrounds her like a brisk autumn breeze, contrasting sharply with her ever burning self.
Mantle ●● As her mantle grew her gentle, if brisk breeze sharpens until all traces of its once gentle presence are replaced by the sharp and slightly menacing currents central to Autumn's depths.
Mantle ●●● The winds have died down. Leaving only the scent of decaying leaves to curl around Autumn's Queen, as rain tries valiantly to drench the Wisp and fails against the might of her inner fire, leaving it to spatter the ground around her.

Dread Queen Ascendant

A diadem of carved ash wood appears, the slim branches delicately encircle her head, spider-spun threads loop and twist from one branch to the next. Hanging from these threads are wilting leaves of lead, forever suspended in the moment of their fall. Curling into themselves, the wilting edges are tarnished, but their center is polished mirror bright. Whenever they find someone's refection, they reflect not the image presented to them, but the observers deepest fears, though thankfully only visible to them. Dancing betwixt it all, are motes of Mhairi's own fell-fire, flickering into forgotten runes and ancient sigils whenever the wisp's windblown mantle rustles her hair, or the threads themselves. As time crawls ever onward, sacrifices are made and rituals are observed. During one such Ritual Ash covered Leaves of Bronze have been added. Artfully scattered along the looping lines of spun spider-thread, among the Wilted Mirror-Bright Leaves of Lead.

Hedgespun

• War Fans
  • Mask: A typical handheld fan, which collapses for easy storage. It's mostly black but decorated by a scattering of Autumn leaves. Tough puzzlingly when the edge of the fans catch the light it looks like you might cut yourself upon it if you're not careful.
  • Mien: The war fans keep their mundane shape only the material is exchanged with the fantastical. Created from the Leaves who's death came with Autumn's first frost and woven together by the light of the Sickle Moon's Cheshire grin. When one first glimpses these delicate looking frosted leaves and moon-woven ribs they might miss the wickedly sharp ice hardened edge.

• Necklace
  • Mask: A tight fitting choker, resting against her throat is a ribbon, expertly dyed to look like flame. Embroidered upon that ribbon are small silver flames.
  • Mien: A circle of flame, woven together from motes of fell-flame tears, and flickering never dying embers.

Tokens

• Bronze Leaf Keychain
  • Mien: The leaf’s edges curl like ancient parchment with gossamer fine words of power scrawled across its surface in dark blood that flows with haste.

Scenes

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