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Name: Conti
Height: 5.75"
Personality: Conti just wants to grab everyone and squeeze them to death. She's nuturing and kind, and sees all the Hayeta as her responsibility, as if it is her duty to take care of them. However, she's a stern little thing, and is more than happy to give someone a lecture when they've misbehaved. Some might not appreciate her motherly ways either...
Stats:
Strength: 90%
Constitution: 60%
Speed: 55%
Intelligence: 85%
Dexterity: 50%
Charm: 70%
Creativity: 50%
Magic: 20%

Abilities Gained: None.

Special Note About Your Hayeta: The beetle shell Conti wears on her head is not solely for decoration - it actually serves as a fully-functioning second set of eyes. All the better to catch naughty Hayeta with.

Caduceus has got a cynical streak almost as wide as Inle's, and tends to be somewhat manipulative. Deep down, he's got a good heart. He often helps Inle take care of the younger members of the household. Deuce, as he is nicknamed, is rarely seen without his staff and lantern.



"Captain" Tybalt is a genuine pirate; ironic due to his parroty form. Supremely confident, he follows no rules but his own. He's prone to fits of anger, and can be very cruel both physically and verbally.




Medea is a bubbly little infant, and the only girl among a veritable horde of boys. Inle would never say it, but she treasures Medea all the more because of it. Medea is a Changeling of the naga persuasion; she has a purple-scaled, snakelike lower half, and as of yet she hasn't figured out how to use it. Rarely without a smile, this little girl loves being around people.



Marli is an Aerandir, the reincarnation of a previously extinct race. She lives on the island of Cetalu with a shadowy clone of Inle. She's a water elementalist who's painfully shy, but generally happy and fun once she gets to know people. Marli is a combination of a rabbit and a tern, and although she's got wings, she can't yet fly.



Paur is a cherub Tahnee that lives with Marli and Inle on Cetalu. Although he looks sweet and innocent, he's got a potty mouth and mean tendencies. He's also bipolar, and tends to lash out at others when he's upset.




Mephiti is a Fae of the Moon Court who lives in the realm of Tir nan Og. Her totem is the skunk, as is evidenced by her long black and white tail. She tends to be a bit shy when first meeting new people, but she's quick to get over it, revealing a bubbly and vivacious personality. It's not a trait many of the Moon Court possess, but then again, she's not fully Moon Court...



Ciaran is a curious toddler. He's aloof and distant, and one can never be sure what he's thinking. He uses his babyish charm to manipulate others into doing his bidding and to get his way.





Nebel is a Wethkin of the fog persuasion. He's only about 6 inches tall, but he can float; a neccessity if he doesn't want to get stepped on. He's a gloomy little thing with the ability to turn intangible at will.




Pavel is a Kuatalmot, the embodiment of a certain emotion; in Pavel's case, it's Paranoia. He is afraid of just about everything, and will often blow things out of proportion if there's even a hint that it might be dangerous. He's very curious, although whether it's genuine curiosity or a spaz attack waiting to happen is a different story.



Vangreth is a Windigo, a devourer of spirit and flesh. Vangreth isn't exactly a social creature, but she's amicable enough towards Inle, if no one else. She doesn't really like anyone else, especially the children, as she's been banned from eating them.




Eki is one of the Boundless, the anthropomorphic embodiment of an extinct animal; in this case, he is the Megalania Prisca. He has grown into a quiet, inquisitive child. Eki doesn't hesitate to speak his mind; it probably won't earn him many friends in the future, but he doesn't seem to care. He is just as picky about who he deigns to acknowledge, and will often ignore those he deems unworthy in hopes that they'll leave him alone.

8/07/05 - Journal Entry

Dear journal,

Last night I:

went out and got drunk
ran into some weird guy
bought a bottle of glowy sand for $20
was told not to open said bottle
came home and stared at said bottle till I passed out

Today I:

am very hung over
still have the bottle
am out $20
should probably put the weird bottle somewhere the kids won't get it before they break it or open it and I'm out $20

8/09/05 - Narrative

7:10 in the morning, and all was well. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and all of the residents of the House were blissfully asleep.

Well, most of them. High up on a shelf in Inle's room, a lone creature stirred. Her eyes opened slowly...all four of them. Dark, was her first conscious thought. The bright light of the sun was dimmed by the heavy curtains drawn across the windows, rendering all the shapes in the room into vague silhouettes. She sighed, both pairs of eyes blinking in tandem, and tried to sit up; the wooden shelf hardly made for a comfortable bed. Eventually she managed to wrangle sleepy and still-new limbs into a cross-legged position, her four hands--four?--folded in her lap, wings--wings?--lifted enough that she wasn't sitting on them. Here, she took better stock of her situation.

She was high up, somehow--she could tell by the absence of anything to look at. She was surrounded by shards of glass that seemed huge to her, but in reality weren't all that big, and dust. Lots and lots of dust. The shelf was dusty, as it was rarely used, and there were small clumps of something surrounding her. It had the same consistency as dust, but in the darkness it was hard to tell, exactly. She clucked her tongue and shook her head; it was so dirty up here! This wouldn't do.

Another moment was spent try to get herself upright. It was surprisingly easier than trying to sit up; apparently, she was quickly adjusting to her new existance, with all of its muscles and limbs. She walked to the edge of the small ledge, peering down at the room below, just able to make out a bed, a dresser, and a nighttable. A faint red glow came from the vicinity of the smallest piece of furniture, but she was nowhere near enough to make out what it came from. She had to get down there, somehow--she wanted to be anywhere but on this shelf, with its dirt and dust and glass.

She didn't have to turn her head to look at her wings. The eyes on the back of her head were able to see them clearly, and she fluttered them. They twitched jerkily the first few tries before buzzing just as any insect's might. The hum they generated was somewhat soothing, and she wondered if they would hold her weight.

Only one way to find out. She stepped off the shelf and immediately plummetted through the air. She was small and high up, so the ground didn't rush towards her as quickly as it could have. Faster, she told her wings, and they responded. Her descent slowed, and she eventually stopped, hovering in midair. She sighed in relief, smoothing back the hair that had fallen into her face. Another few adventurous moments were spent figuring out how to go forward--No, wings, not left. Not right, either! What?! No, don't go backwards! How do you even do that?--before she made her way to the bed. Her landing was far from graceful, more of a collapse in a tangle of limbs and blanket than anything else.

There were lumps on the bed. Big ones, or rather a big one and a somewhat smaller one. But they were still big to her. The journey towards them was a hike to the small creature, but she didn't want to fly again. Her muscles were unused to carrying her through the air, and had started to hurt a little. Eventually she pulled herself onto the smaller of the two mounds, and was soon able to discern that a little person lay beaneath the blanket; a baby, perhaps? A few more steps and a squint told her that yes, it was a baby, and she was standing on it. The infant didn't seem to mind, slumbering obliviously, so she took a few more steps, feet leaving the blanket to rest on the baby's stomach.

"Aww, you're so cute!" she crooned hoarsely. Her first spoken words were not the clearest, and she cleared her throat a few times. Medea, whose doze had been light, jerked into wakefulness at the noise, nearly dislodging the tiny person that stood on her stomach. Blue and purple eyes blinked blearily as they looked for the source of the disturbance, finally realizing that hey, there was a cute little critter within her grasp. With a happy, sleepy murmur, she reached out and grabbed the winged girl by a flailing arm as she struggled to regain her balance. With a squeak of dismay, she found herself being dragged upwards by a chubby hand...towards a mouthful of teeth.