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Cʜᴀɴɴᴇ | Yᴜʟᴇ / Wɪɴᴛᴇʀ Sᴏʟsᴛɪᴄᴇ Aᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ

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{out of masks} I don’t know how many people even still look at this blog I’ve neglected it so, but.... if you have any questions about Channe (her life, her views, etc.), her story world, or any meta topics you’d like me to write about, now’s your chance to send ‘em on over!

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Ace studied Channe silently for a few moments from the river reeds she was lounging in, before speaking up. “You’re that elf queen aren’t you?”

Channe turned her head in the direction of the voice, canting it a bit. “I identify more as Ulaeri than Elven, but yes, I suppose I am. May I inquire as to who it is that wishes to know?” she asked, genuinely curious.

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🎃  Halloween/Samhain Aesthetic ~ Channe  🎃

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Channe lives in an old Victorian house because she likes the antique feel of it. Most of the windows are stained glass, both for aesthetic appeal and to cut down on the amount of sunlight that enters her home due to her eyes being very sensitive to it. She still likes the way the light creates rays and prism-like effects when it shines through the colored glass, even if she cannot look directly at it.

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Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏʜ sᴏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴀɴʏ…  {x}

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Channe’s mask is hundreds of years old, made originally from porcelain. Because the material has become brittle and begun to crack over time, the mask has been fortified with a spell to keep it intact, since it has sentimental value to her. It took her husband, Vincent, several months to develop a spell that would adequately protect the mask but have little to no magical aura associated with it. Because the Ulaeri can see magical auras in the form of colored light, any spell too close to Channe’s face could damage her sensitive eyes.

Part of Channe’s bedroom is still an old workshop where she used to tend to the mask before it was treated with magic. Each night, she takes the mask off and lays it on the work bench as a tribute to all the hours she once spent carefully working on it.

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{ Aurora ~ Queendom }

Musical Muse Inspiration: Channe’s Queendom

(Disclaimer: Brief references to various triggers below including types of abuse and suicide.)

Channe in her youth was not a kind, empathetic, or social person. She made many bad decisions, hurt people who did not deserve it, and lashed out at those who cared for her most. She was a pessimistic, cynical, reclusive, and often detached person who wanted nothing to do with humanity or any of the other races that populated the land where she was born or those she fled to. However, Channe’s behavior, while by no means excusable, was easily explained by what she had suffered first as a child and then a young adult.

She is a child abuse, domestic abuse, disfigurement, and sexual assault survivor. She lost her beloved twin sister to suicide at age sixteen. It was made clear to her as a child that she was neither loved nor wanted by her parents (who instead considered her sister to be the favorite and perfect daughter), and her first relationship as an adult was with an arrogant, manipulative, and violent person who not only abused her, but convinced her to do things she felt in her heart were wrong to further his own question for power. By the time Channe was in her twenties, the human equivalent of about fifteen or sixteen, she had survived more than most and been left severely damaged both physically and psychologically as a result.

One might think that out of all this pain suffered by one so young that Channe would either have disappeared into anonymity or become incredibly cruel herself, perpetuating in her own life what had been done to her. In truth, she began to go down that path, associating with people who would encourage such behavior in her. But somewhere along the line, Channe realized something. She was tired of being defined by what had happened to her and as a victim. Instead, she dreamed of a world in which everyone was accepted for who they were, where the quiet and victimized could have a voice, no child felt unwanted or was made to suffer, women could be empowered, men could show emotion without being called weak, and people could feel safe both in their own homes and out on the streets.

It was a lofty dream, and some told her it was too ideal to ever exist in reality. Undaunted, Channe pushed away those who doubted her and were responsible for encouraging her to continue the cycle of abuse and violence in her life. She began to surround herself with people who embodied the ideals she wanted in life and who would join her in protecting and lifting up the small, weak, young, old, sick, less fortunate, and damaged souls she saw all around her as she moved through the world.

Within a decade, she had begun her own tiny country named Eros’nan in unclaimed territory. In her native Ulaeri language, Eros’nan means “Land of Hope.” The leaders of other countries and races that surrounded her land laughed at her and refused to consider her country a real one. They underestimated her and wrote her country off as something that would die on its own, no threat to them whatsoever. These are the same countries and races who would, decades later, be either seeking alliance with her or allying with others against her. Within a century, Channe created a stable, self-sufficient, sustainable queendom, which became known over mountains, across oceans, and in faraway lands for being a safe haven for the downtrodden, the poor, the unwanted, and the persecuted.

She took her pain, anger, and fear and turned it into something constructive, teaching others to do the same. As a queen, her greatest desire was to value, protect, and empower those who felt as helpless and afraid as she had, and teach them to help themselves. It was both cathartic and therapeutic for her to go through this process, for even though the creation of Eros’nan was a large humanitarian undertaking, it also helped her to overcome her own trauma to find within herself the power to help others pull themselves up from injustice, prejudice, sexism, persecution, racism, and poverty.

Channe herself became a champion for women’s rights and the protection of children, and her country was known for having the most racial, ethnic, sexual, and gender diversity of any other destination. Receiving refugees from other war-torn and oppressed nations, Channe’s country grew in to both a powerful force and a safe haven. Her knights, priests, and officials were well-respected worldwide for their reputations and actions. The unwanted and unloved could go to them and receive the help and care they needed.

Nearly five centuries later, times have changed. Channe may not be a queen anymore, but she feels good about what she was able to do. And in these times where hatred, bigotry, violence, and discrimination are never fully gone, she knows there are others like her out there who will rise up like she did and fight back. She prays the disheartened will not lose hope, for as bitter as she began her life, she knows now that goodness and morality will prevail. It may just take time. Nothing ever lasts forever, but all the good she was able to accomplish centuries ago planted seeds that still live in the descendants of her queendom, and that is a comforting thought to her. 

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“Oh, you poor little dear. I shall oblige you, worry not,” Channe said, slipping the glove from her hand and letting the little dog smell her before giving her the affection she desired. “There you are. What a good little one you are...”

This is Another Callout Post

No one is petting me. I want to be petted.

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“This was... oh, over four hundred years ago. I do hope there are still some left in the world. Poor Fern did not know what she was until she began to have dreams about flying. She’d been raised as a human, you see, until I adopted her. After much examining of the child’s emotions, dreams, and habits, the local druids that shared the immediate land in which my capital was located suggested that she might be a skinchanger. They were able to contact a nearby clan, who sent one to meet with her who could also shift into some sort of bird... the exact type escapes my memory. He determined right away that Fern was a skinchanger and helped the child overcome her traumatic identity crisis. She wished to continue to live with me, but this man became a valued and essential mentor to her, visiting her several times a year to make sure she was as healthy and happy as a skinchanger could be. I remember how much happier she was after she was not only able to shift, but learned to control it. I do hate to see children repressed or raised to be something they’re not.”

Channe’s head tilted to the side as Kettu seemed to imply that her face would not scare her. “I admire your bravery, my dear, but I do not think you fully understand. My face is nothing short of horrific. More accurately, I haven’t a face at all. No eyelids, no lips, no skin. It is... for lack of a better and more serious word... a disaster. Others have been so bold as to claim they would not be afraid, only to topple over backwards in their chairs or raise their weapons to me as if I were some sort of rabid animal. I am not implying that you would be so rude as to do the latter, but I do not wish to give you a fright. It is your choice, however. It makes no difference to me anymore. There was a time when I was ashamed of my appearance, but that time is long past.”

What are ye!?

Channe turned suddenly at the woman’s question, chuckling softly. “What a direct question. Your assertiveness is refreshing. The answer will, of course, depend upon what you mean. If you are inquiring as to my profession, I have fortune enough to not need employment. I am, however, a benefactor for a local orphanage. If you mean to ask my race, I am half High Elven and half Ulaeri by blood, but was raised largely among humans. And if you mean to ask my persuasion with regard to magical ability, I am a type of psion.”

She sighed softly. “Now, then… any other questions, young one?” she asked, in a tone that suggested she did not mind such questions in the slightest.

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Channe looked down at the tea. “Oh, that is very kind of you, dear, but I actually cannot eat or drink outside of my own home. Well, that is to say... I ought not to. I would have to remove my mask to do so, you see, and I do not wish to frighten you half to death. Forgive me, I should have said something earlier.” She bent over the steaming cup of tea. “It smells very pleasant, though, and I do appreciate your effort.”

“Yes, well... Ulaeri are quite uncommon nowadays,” she admitted. “I only know of two that still exist, myself included. We were a very small race to begin with, and we did not stand the test of time.”

She nodded when Kettu mentioned the orphanage. “I love children. Always have. I have adopted many in my lifetime. Human and Ulaeri and even a little skinchanger. Her name was Fern, and she took the form of a lovely falcon once she’d come into her own. Such a beautiful child she was, with the largest, most beautiful eyes. Stubborn as anything, too.”

What are ye!?

Channe turned suddenly at the woman’s question, chuckling softly. “What a direct question. Your assertiveness is refreshing. The answer will, of course, depend upon what you mean. If you are inquiring as to my profession, I have fortune enough to not need employment. I am, however, a benefactor for a local orphanage. If you mean to ask my race, I am half High Elven and half Ulaeri by blood, but was raised largely among humans. And if you mean to ask my persuasion with regard to magical ability, I am a type of psion.”

She sighed softly. “Now, then… any other questions, young one?” she asked, in a tone that suggested she did not mind such questions in the slightest.

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What are ye!?

Channe turned suddenly at the woman’s question, chuckling softly. “What a direct question. Your assertiveness is refreshing. The answer will, of course, depend upon what you mean. If you are inquiring as to my profession, I have fortune enough to not need employment. I am, however, a benefactor for a local orphanage. If you mean to ask my race, I am half High Elven and half Ulaeri by blood, but was raised largely among humans. And if you mean to ask my persuasion with regard to magical ability, I am a type of psion.”

She sighed softly. “Now, then... any other questions, young one?” she asked, in a tone that suggested she did not mind such questions in the slightest.

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Send “What are you!?” for my muse’s response.

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“Oh, I’ve had my moments in these robes, I assure you. Not exactly the royal bearing I should project, tripping over myself like a newborn fawn, back in my day as queen,” she said with a light chuckle. “Now? I could care less. There is far worse to be dealt with in the world than me tripping over myself.”

Channe was utterly taken aback to hear that this delightful little woman owned a tea shop. “Do you, really?” she asked with great interest. “Well. I live not far from here as well, and if you are not careful, I shall become a regular customer in your shop. I love tea, you see. I collect tea cups and have several different types of teas at home.”

“Yes, I think I should be very happy indeed to accompany you to your shop. I shall be one of your biggest patrons before long, though, I am warning you,” she said, following Kettu toward said shop.

As the mun is in a literal mood, Kettu finds herself flung, landing with a wet splat....

Channe heard the splat and immediately looked around for the source. Seeing a young woman all but lying face first in a puddle, she went to be of assistance to her. “Good heavens, dear, that was a mighty tumble,” she said, bending and offering a gloved hand to help the woman up.

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Reblog if you wouldn't mind some curious anons

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Channe used to live in one. She’s lived in a few, actually. XD

Has your character ever been inside a castle?