So, You Want a Sample. . .
This is not necessarily the format I'll use for all stories, but some might come out something like this (this is a character from another game I RP):
A lithe figure perched in the branches of one of the trees, resting his back against the trunk. He was dressed all in black, the only color his bright blue eyes and the scarf in his hair of a similar color, dusted with tarot signs. Scepters: the fire symbol, associated with glory and enterprise. Cups: water, they symbol of love and happiness. Swords: of air, connected to strife and misfortune. Pentacles: the earth sign, indicators of money and interest. Though he wore nothing more than simple black pants and shirt, the being in the form of a boy did not see to acknowledge the cold.
The boy twirled a card idly in his fingers, so quickly at times that the image was blurred in passing. As usual, it was the Hanged Man, the image of a young man suspended upside down from a T-shaped tree, one leg crossed at the knee behind the other, a look of deep understand and acceptance on his face. A card of wisdom and understanding, surrender to a higher being, prophetic power and self-sacrifice. To a being of magic, the boy and the card would have glowed with a faint blue light the same color as his eyes.
He stared silently out at the horizon as the sun began its ascent into the sky. His fingers continued to move, the card slowing to a stop before disappearing into his sleeve. He pulled his deck from the other sleeve, shuffling it blindly before beginning to flip cards. The High Priestess: wisdom, the revealing of secrets. An odd smile graced the boy's lips; he certain had been revealing secrets. The Magician: taking power from above and manifesting it in the world below. The High Priest, inverted: unconventiality. The Hermit: council, wisdom sent from above, attainment of understanding. The Star, inverted: doubt.
If anything, the cards reflected the boy's thoughts, or, rather, the closest things to thoughts such a being had. He shook his head, tucking the cards away once more.
"It is strange that one such as you would choose a tree as a place to rest, is it not?" a voice called from below, rich a musical, a hidden power behind it. The boy in the tree looked down, spotting a figure on the ground below. He looked like he had stepped right off of one of the boys cards; blonde hair and flowered tunic that of the Fool. The figure leaned upon a staff with a bag at the top and a small dog gamboled at his feet. He looked up at the dark boy in the tree with a foolish smile.
"It is strange that one such as you should choose to appear at all," the dark-haired boy countered. "I have not seen you in millenia, Mat."
"That is only because I have chosen to stay hidden, Pendu," was the flippant reply. "But what brings you to this place, Bonifatius?"
"I could ask you the same question." The boy in the tree, called Xenos, brushed a lock of curly hair from his face. "As you well know, I go where the cards may take me, be that the mountains of Transylvania, the deserts of Egypt, the forests of France, or this strange place."
"Of course I know, child of Destiny. I do as well." The Fool rested his staff against the tree and stooped down to pick up the dog, rubbing behind its ears happily. "We are as one, after all. I, the choice. You, the sacrifice. We together are fatum itself, after all. But something bothers you, brother. Whatever could it be?" The Fool stood again, dog cradled in his arms. "But I already know, son of Karma. You are confused. These humans are so sad, so angry, so lustful. It pains you, does it not? Ah, well, you should know better, brother. It will all turn out well in the end." The Fool laughed, a twinkling sound, took up his staff, and disappeared.
Xenos frowned and looked back at the horizon. The sun was almost fully risen. True, Mat and Pendu were two sides of the same coin of fate, but Mat had no physical form, while Pendu did, no direct connection to those humans whose lives their mother Fate controlled. The dark-haired boy, who predicted the fall of empires and the Ides of March, sighed and leapt from the tree, re-entering the building and going on to his daily routine.
<<mat and pendu are the 'fool' and the 'hanged man', respectively, the french names for those cards. bonifatius is a latin name meaning 'good fate', with fatum meaning fate. karma is a similar idea in hindi.>>
