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Trailing numbers in a line,
Swirling helixes, march of time.
Marking measures, mixing thought,
Basic structure of what's been wrought.
Defining what does not exist,
Endless trailing into mist,
Add and take, writhe and twist.
Numbers order, human wills resist.
Power, pleasure, all entwine,
Down to numbers all will refine.

Sing a song of sixpence,
a pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
the birds began to sing.
Wasn't that a dainty dish
to set before the king?
The king was in his counting house,
counting out his money.
The queen was in the parlour,
eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird
and pecked off her nose!

Arctang, the Pie Bird, is a rather balanced and neutral individual. He does not tend to associate himself as good or evil, merely as being. His sphere of influence includes numbers as they apply to creation or as a cause, rather than measuring the effect. Music, architecture, puzzles, and instruction of mathmatics all interest him greatly.

He has advanced to his morph stage, absorbing much of his host in a joining of selves to change her body to closer to his own. He regrets her loss, feeling surprisingly guilty and sorrowful about it. Otherwise, due to his close empathy with his host, he tends to be in touch with his feelings much more than one would expect of the god of Numbers might.

He now seeks to find a way to be useful to the Twin Crown, and to find himself a place among the other dieties. Due to his time of imprisonment within the puzzle cube, he has found himself behind on assisting Harmodius with battling the Grigori.

Cosine, the more sober and bookish side of Arctang. The twins were very close before the time of fading. They have been reborn side by side, and share a tight bond of powers and love. Cosine's powers reflect Arctang's strengths, and Arctang's powers reflect Cosine's strengths. They can reach for each other, entwining parts of themselves so that they can access these strengths.

Arctang is terribly fond of her, though sometimes he likes to tease her. They are opposites in many ways, though now that they are reborn, their hosts have altered the essential natures of them both. The time spent apart while Arc was trapped in the puzzle cube has led to an uncertain and almost strained relationship between the twins, though sibling love is still clearly there.

Rajakhrev - Released by Arctang from a magical prison, this solemn satyr is a devoted servant to his master. He is large, standing easily seven feet high. His lower limbs are goat-like, furred in the same color as his wrap. Despite his sze, he is a gentle and submissive individual, perhaps due to his long confinement. He once had been considered an avatar of spring, lord and master of it, but with the return of the gods, he gladly bows himself to their greater rights to such things. He is content serving Arctang as a sort of assistant.





Rissa - Found in the rubble of the city with the horse Moment, Rissa is a satyr aoide. She travelled with Arctang, Rajakhrev, and Betha on their fateful journey. She has gone through trials at Rajakhrev's side, thus forming a strong romantic bond. They are now mates and practically inseperable. She serves Arctang willingly and with good spirits.


Hatim - Once a slave child, but bought and freed by Arctang, he is a devoted and adoring servant. His background is vague, but his future is secured as he serves the god of Numbers. He is a willing student and eager dogsbody, and may grow up to become Arc's first priest in his temple.




Amora - Having begun on Arctang's bad side by enslaving Rajakhrev and Rissa, this heroic mortal is learning her lesson in humilty, forgievness, and empathy by being transformed into a mockingbird, bound by a fae chain to do the will of the Lord of Spring. She may transform to her human self, still bound by the ankle, should she be called upon to perform a task. Once freed, she will become a follower of Arctang.




Fynna - She has designated herself as a sort of butler for Arctang, serving food and drink and tending to whatever needs he might have in such entertaining areas. She has three pets of her own, which she can direct in very simple tasks. She is fond of all things living, even the pesky tree dragons. She doesn't admit it, but often she is the one responsible for caring for all the critters.




Kreeant - A somewhat grumpy but good-hearted cook, she makes sure everyone, guest and tenant, is well-fed and content. She isn't seen much beyond the kitchen, but has been known to take up arms (a.k.a. butcher knife and bbq fork) should the need arise. Though she grouses audibly about little beggars, she is often seen slipping snacks and delicacies to the younger or smaller set. The quickest way to earn her emnity is to criticize her food, which is completely unnecessary as every bit is good and wholesome. Compliments make her glow and distract her briefly from her usual hustle-and-bustle. She is not very fond of animals, but tolerates them.




Maven and Teresa - These two always work as a team, and are never found alone. Arctang calls them house elves, though noone is really sure what they are. They look after the bedrooms and do the laundry, and are efficient and unobtrusive, preferring neatness and tidiness in all things. They can easily be mistaken for children, for their high voices and constant giggles, but they are fully grown. They love furry critters, and like to spend their extra time with anything with fur. Their banes in life, however, are the triplets.




Reginald - He is the tender of the garden, keeping all green and growing things healthy. He has shown a heavy preference for plants that suit his master's domain, choosing those with more obvious fractal or mathematical patterns. He has a penchance for odd numbers, which results in his planting never coming to even numbers. If ever asked, he claims it looks more balanced and natural that way. Reggie is very self-concious though and rately speaks unless spoken to, and almost never makes direct eye-contact for more than a second or two. He feels he is hideous, at least to most people, and generally stays out of sight of strangers.




Exa - She is rarely seen, partly because she takes her duty so seriously, and partly because she just isn't a very social pixie. She has put herself in charge of every fireplace, stove, and candle in Arctang's rooms. She trims wicks, cleans out chimneys, nurses coals, and banks fires. If addressed directly with a request, she is likely to grant it, but can be unpredictable.