Emory Pirum VERAESTAS

Gender: She/They/He/it
Age: 20s
Race: Elf? (Changling?)
Nationality: Moonglade


Appearance: Light hair and light eyes on a thin build. Wrapped in a comfortable cloak most days with pockets full of trinkets and a bag full of interesting things.


Personality: Emory is the quieter of the twins. She spends a lot of her time looking and learning, her curiosity and fascination with object getting them into more trouble than its worth. In fact the fascination with how objects work or are made has ended with a stern lecture or two about putting back what you have taken apart or perhaps... not using enough force to break a perfectly working tool just because you were curious.

He would have been content with their life in the little secluded town surrounded and partially encased by the jungle, working quietly on things and tinkering in their little house with their patient mother and boisterous father. They would be content with playing their beloved twins constant reflection for the rest of their days like so many others lived in town. But Avery had an itch that called them to adventure. A desire to leave and be alone that Emory didn't quite share. So, a few weeks after a heartfelt goodbye as Avery left into the world traveling away from the peninsula... Emory tried to follow.


History:
 There is a town pressed up against the Eclipse jungle and keeping the border of it in check that sports many identical heads working in tandem or running around their mothers locked in games of their own creation. The community there is tightly knit and if they wary of outsiders... well outsiders might be wary of them. 

More often than not the shop keep might avoid your eyes when you speak. The tailor may only speak in a whisper so low it would be better to communicate in writing. The children playing speak to each other seemingly without saying any words at all. There might be adult men laughing and wrestling in the street, if they are playing or fighting it would be difficult to tell. The old woman on her stoop might offer up loud advice or comment on your appearance. Strange things might disappear or reappear. The person you talked to yesterday doesn't know you at all... but the man you never met greets you as a friend. The uncanny and the strange become normal here and even celebrated, after all, who is to day the Jungle itself doesn't play a few tricks on your mind?

(inspired by the short story here)