Ember Siin (Male Illuminated Dracnari).
He is 20 years old, having been born on the 17th of Shanthin, 234 years after the Coming of Estarra.
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He is a member of the clan called 'Pirates of the Hearth.'

Recruiting early?

(Gaudiguch): Yoseph says, "Peace dawgs."

How am I banned from every org yet Krin is still kicking around just fine?

(Celest): Kalegyne (from the Water Elemental Plane) says, "Um... Ruiku on water. He said to me, "let this be an example that Magnagora is merciful" ... because he didn't kill me... just kidding he left but still... he says if I'm alone again I will die..."

If that isn't griefing, I don't know what is!

Word

Wyrd

Also peeing on someones corpse is totally valid RP, particularly if your character has bladder issues.

Well, they have a sadomasochistic cult in the Nihilists, it's not that big a stretch to start piddlin' on folks to get your rocks off, I guess...

Killing someone then emoting peeing/defecating on the body.

Lendren Starfall takes one of Kiriwe's hands and one of your hands and draws
them together.

Lendren Starfall says, "I think you two wanted to say a few things."

You ponder the situation.

She is a bouncing furrikin and is almost entirely covered with a multitude of
sharp quills. Most of the barbs lay flat against an underlying layer of shiny
dark brown fur, only a few of them jutting out haphazardly from her body. A
spray of much longer, finer quills messily frames her face and streams down to
end just above her hunched shoulders, bits of flowers, leaves, and twigs stuck
to the needlelike strands. Small ears poke out from near the top of her head,
ties fashioned from thin blades of grass securing dandelions around both of
them. Below her ears, large hazel eyes look out through a little pair of glass
spectacles perched atop her bulbous muzzle. Her round, chunky frame eventually
thins out into comparatively bony limbs, ending in claw-tipped hands and feet.
Trailing out from behind her is a quilled tail, its short length dragging along
the ground as she moves. She is wearing a sapphire winged necklace, the Sacred
Torc of Hart's Renewal, a vine-wreathed wedding gown, and a ceremonial veil
embroidered with blossoms.

You say to Kiriwe, "I'm very happy that I'm marrying something that looks like a
giant glob of slime instead of something boring like a big wolf or a fleshy
thing."

Lendren hides a grin behind his hand.

You say, "And...”

Nettle thinks to herself.

Troubadour Kiriwe, Artisanne Extraordinaire purses her lips in a bit of a pout.

She is a glistening mugwump and is rather short. A thin coating of slime
protects her from the elements, covering the mottled grey and black skin that
graces her pudgy form, her youthful shape losing out to her prominent belly for
being the most noticeable curve on her body. Her fingers and toes are webbed,
the thin skin a translucent greyish pink. Thin, greyish white hair falls past
her shoulders in carefully styled curls, the ends tickling her shoulderblades.
Two large, garish pink bows are tied into her corkscrew locks, small bells
stiched in the center of each, the excess ribbon trailing almost as long as her
hair. Her features are flat, but her large murky emerald eyes seem to pop out,
lending her an amphibian appearance. She is wearing a bracelet of gems, a
jewelled, silver velvet pack, and a resplendent rainbow sari.

You say, "And I hope we have many days of butterfly chasing, fly gobbling
togetherness and love."

You nod your head at yourself.

The corners of Kiriwe's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Lendren tilts his head and listens intently to Kiriwe.

Troubadour Kiriwe, Artisanne Extraordinaire says, "I am glad you randomly sent
me candy in a letter one day. Every day since has been a whirlwind of rainbows
and sparkles, and my life just wouldn't be the same if every time I went to hug
you I didn’t nearly die from blood loss."

Lendren's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

You nod your head sagely.

Troubadour Kiriwe, Artisanne Extraordinaire says, "I hope that we can spend the
rest of our lives together splashing in puddles and pretending to fly."
Lendren closes his eyes and inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of his
surroundings.

Nettle flaps her free arm.

Lendren Starfall says, "By the power invested in me by Lady Maylea, who I am
sure is giggling somewhere, I now pronounce you wife and wife. May your union be
one of beauty, self-discovery, and a relatively small amount of mutual agony."

Lendren Starfall says, "You may now maul each other."

You give Kiriwe a peck on the cheek.

Kiriwe gives you a peck on the cheek.

Kiriwe shuffles over to you and shyly takes your hand in her own.

Kiriwe gives a pink earthworm wedding ring topped with a rainbow butterfly to
you.

Carved of precious pink diamond, this ring replicates a particularly
small earthworm curled around its wearer's finger. The many miniscule
facets of the earthworm catch the available light with ease, sparkling
endlessly. At the top, the head and tail of the earthworm meet, only to
then twine around the base of a many-hued butterfly. With a translucent
diamond body, the wings are what catch the eye -- each colour of the
rainbow has been captured with glittering brilliance. Deep violet
amethyst, sapphire, emerald, pale yellow diamond, fire opal and ruby
seamlessly join together to form each wing. Along the inner edge of the
ring, a minute porcupine and frog have been etched, followed by an
equally small bluebell.
Engraved on it are the words:
For my Pointy

You slip into a pink earthworm wedding ring topped with a rainbow butterfly.

You give a pink earthworm wedding ring topped with a rainbow butterfly to
Troubadour Kiriwe, Artisanne Extraordinaire.

Kiriwe slips into a pink earthworm wedding ring topped with a rainbow butterfly.

Marie says, "I wish celest didn't hide in celest so much."