As a young Twilif, Martufe would cling to his brother's hand and follow him every morning into the family Leather shop. The scent of leather relaxing and the tools of the trade implements of magic that his brother wielded to create designs or murals on leather for any purpose. It was amazing...and he spent as much time in that shop as possible. Perfectionists in their art, his brothers felt his young interest would wane and didn't count on him to blossom into the artist he did. He learned everything from his brothers that he could and was soon able to create pieces that even they had to agree were perfect.
The young twilif seemed to have a natural love and talent for the art and being able to trust to Martufe with the shop, his brothers would leave on journeys to trade their goods and learn new tricks of the trade. Being diligent in his work and proud to have his brothers trust and approval, Martufe would handle all the requests and orders, keep the shop in order and work constantly to better himself. Though as fulfilling as running the shop was, he missed his brother's guidance and company. Sure, most of their tie together was spent in silence. The best thing to ensure a positive work environment, but...he missed knowing they were there.
The night after their departure, Martufe would light a lantern and hang it from the shop. Hoping to light his brothers way back home so to speak. His brothers would put the lantern out as they returned and make a small notch in the leather trap it hung from to signify another safe home coming. However one trip, the lantern was never extinguished. His brothers had never come home. The lantern never came down. Martufe knew it was silly, but every night until this the lantern remains lit. Even as a constellation, he ritually lip the old and weathered lantern. A guiding light so that his brothers may come back to him one day. A light that keeps them alive. A tradition that Martufe will never let die, for if he does...he will be accepting a loss he isn't sure he could bare.
Name: Martufe
Wick: Oiled Leather
Sex: Male
Love interest: None
Sexuality: Maybe if someone pulled him away from his workshop he could figure that out...
Personality:
Dedication is not a simple good trait to Martufe, its a way of life. Dedicated to his work and relationships Martufe will never let you down and yet...he seems to forget himself routinely.Martufe's wants and needs tend to fall to the way side constantly until he finds himself passed out on the workbench of his leather shop. Any friend he happens to meet or his past family carry more value over himself.
Martufe is very meticulous about his leather and art. Work space immaculate. Each pattern, cut, design or mold done painstakingly for perfection. Nothing short of a catastrophe is able to break his focus while working. Unless of course you happen to have his only vice, berries. He could smell them the second one enters his shop and its the only way to get his attention.
Outside the shop, if you ever happen to catch him out of it that is, Martufe is quite pleasant and rather formal, or old fashioned so to speak. Opening doors, asking permission for most things. Refusing to pry into personal emotions or pasts no matter how curious he seems. One thing he can't abide however, and refuses to allow is open disrespect or bad conduct towards another. Even if made in jest, Martufe's funny bone has gone missing and seems to have a very acute sense of humor if any at all. To make Martufe smile at all is a task, his serious outlook on life making the little things sometimes hard to appreciate.
Likes: Leather, working, manners, berries, time management, night time
Dislike: crudeness, daytime, lolly gagging, laziness, asparagus
Friends: Joey?
Family: 3 brothers currently missing
Abilities: the ability to manipulate leather and fabric fibers
Name: Orillian
Wick: Steeped chamomile
Sex: Male
Love interest:
Sexuality:
Personality: The oldest of 4 brothers, Orillian had to find a way to deal with all the chaos somehow. The best remedy to chaos? Nothing. Well not nothing per say. Orillian just found a way to go through life without overreacting to things. Taking not that most things are done for the reaction, he simply takes all the fun out the crazyness. His calm demeanor tends to calm others as well...keeping the madness to a dull bit of background.
Which of course is perfect for him. Before the trip that Orillian and his two younger brothers disappeared on, Orillian would love sit down and read or write(trashy love stories of course). A pot of tea and his favorite cup nearby he could avoid the daily grind for hours. Now that's not to say he didn't enjoy his work. Orillian loved to make the designs and work the leather...just when he was...inspired yes that's it. Being filled with inspiration was the only way to work for him.
Unlike his brothers, Orillian didn't share the same fashion sense either. The others very happy with their leather designs and rugged looks, but Orillian enjoyed the simple feel of fabric on his skin. Comfort over leather. Rather conservative in his body as well he extended these beliefs to the rest of his family. making them all quite prudish when it came to getting dressed or wearing something that didn't cover the full torso.
Besides his conservative way of clothing, Orillian also brought out the romantic yet proper behavior of his books. He was a gentleman and expected the same of his brothers...only....once the lights went out so did most of his rules. He believed that was the only time he could really be intimate intellectually, physically, emotionally. Not that any of his family has ever seen him that way. Private life is kept private.
However Orillian doesn't have much memory of his previous life. The only thing he really remembers is that he belongs somewhere. There's family...somewhere. The last thing he remembered fully was waking up in some healer's bed. He had been found unconscious in the woods apparently with no memory of who he was or how he had gotten there. Now, he wants nothing more than to erase this feeling in the back of his mind that there is somewhere he needs to be. People he needs to be taking care off. Little things came back...like his first name...but others. Well lets just say he knows he has a long road ahead of him. A road filled with blind curves.
Likes: Tea, leather working, designing, rain, tea, reading, writing, tea, privacy , making tea
Dislike: crudeness, stiff clothing, over steeped tea, lists, schedules, coffee, not remembering things
Friends: None, how sad
Family: Martufe, 2 other brothers still missing
Abilities: can't remember if he had one
Name: Tokira
Wick: Imprudent groundings
Sex: Male
Love interest:none
Sexuality:
Personality:edited version soon to come...please excuse the word vomit
Toki is a very innocent and cutesy boy. Despite being an older constellation he would most likely be caught with a teddy bear or some sort. Hugging his tail tightly with pouty eyes asking his friend to read to him when tired. However when awake and bounding with energy, Toki is an active spirit. Dancing about or always bouncing gently whatever he's doing. Normally, Toki doesn't take a comment like act your age to be relevant. He'd simply giggle and say that you could have fun at any age...unless he was upset...in which he wold probably curl up in his tail and sniffle until the desired effect was achieved.
Despite his cutseyness...he's an amazing archer but he could never really hurt a living thing. It was just something that people suggested would calm down his hyper attitude.
Toki is also very naive. He will trust almost anyone and hope for the best in any situation. To him, hope and a smile can cure anything...but realizing the dream he lives is often a harsh punishment.
Likes: Beads, ribbon, bracelets, stuffies, sweets, attention, archery, bread, rock candy, being read to, dancing, singing, games
Dislike: reality, loss, responsibility, quiet, "Icky things", bad words, violence, yelling, more to come
Friends: None, how sad
Family:
Abilities: Toki has the ability to manipulate the "earth" and wood. He mostly makes pretty beads.
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