
OVERDUE INFO

PRONOUNS: he/him
Per my app, Rennuid is an "unwell, moody, & evasive ex-cult leader, slash formerly unwitting warlock." Passionate. Just as a rule. An anxious person who is well aware of his power to go Too Far and burning with shame toward his own character, but also constantly see-sawing back to but did someone HAVE to come and ruin it all for me?
Spiders follow him around a lot and he often wears robes (and dresses) with trailing edges. When he does that the edge will ripple like flames where it pools on the floor. Don't... don't worry about it.
OTHER NOTES: I missed my weird goth guy and teamgame is the only way I know how to live now.
If your barbie can sense curses and bad vibes Rennuid has those and it smells like ink and ants.
Warning for i like playing with conlangs and I WILL talk about my madeup specialboy elven while writing this guy
LL au timeline (cw: gore, some involving eyes)
- roughly 70-80 years ago, weaver's family immigrated to port ////.
- weaver struggled in school and was held back multiple times, never quite fitting into or able to keep up with a peer group of mostly-humans; their far more rapid development ran circles around him.
- one day, weaver saw a man with eyes like bunches of champagne grapes, crammed and bulging from the sockets.
the man smiled at him in passing, and weaver found himself magnetized to the sight of him.
weaver watched black ichor begin to stream from a thin-lipped mouth as the stranger talked to a mother and child. why did no one else act as if they could see it?
then next thing weaver knew, he and the stranger were alone at dusk. he could feel rough pavement grinding into his knees. the bunches of grapes were all burst, his hands were stinging and raw, and blood and ichor covered weaver's clothing.
nothing like this had ever happened to him before.
- weaver decided to become a teacher, and has taught in a pan-family school for over 30 years.
LIMELIGHT PROFILE (WEAVER)
Unholy Disorder
aka The Averse
150+
(elf. young adult)
5'2"
he/him
No hugely concerning pings yet except an odd scent of ink that clings to him everpresently.
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Power 1
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Power 1
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When he was an adolescent, his family immigrated to the Port Manteau area from whence they'd previously dwellt for generations upon generations. Currently his parents & sisters live near the edge of the port's the suburbs, which have slowly overtaken them over the years as they stalwartly maintain a patch of farm in the middle of it. Weaver, meanwhile, is living in the city proper, in a studio that's a twenty minute walk from work, there by the grace of the kind of rent control only goddamn elves and ancient fossils can boast of. Even still, he has a couple roommates...
On the weekend, he always goes out to help his family run a stall at an open air market, and, just to get the chance to see them, because they're a pretty close knit unit.
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re: my own comfort: don't talk to me about astrophysics or show me realistic deep space photos. Spoiler tag pictures of the Ghibli Mascot if possible. They're weird things to have issue with I know lol but brains be a way. anyway otherwise i'm game for whatever sky's the limit let's get freaky
Original Character
Zazo
plurk// matchre | discord// zazozaliad
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little details for overdue
- the name in his notebook (aka display name) is "a man wandering in twilight" though when you read it in HIS actual book it says nuid'siothosa tyoar in. uh. THIS script:
if i replace this with slightly different lettering some time and you notice no you didn't

in the depths of gorogor'nac [for vændur!!]
in the depths of the Skittering Wood,
there is a weathered temple on a hill, shading a copse of small, twisted trees, and a trickling creek with a bed of gleaming black stones.
it is some years before the arrival of GllChk the Fair. the cult is newly fifty strong, but fast on the heels of cause for celebration, so too arrived cause for despair.
A member of the cult died, and their number fell again to 49.
it was meant to be, and of all days, to be now, whispered the God to its priest. a hole in his heart, from the moment he was born-- the God of Fate could (or would) defer it not.
It came down to the priest, that for the first time, he would need to perform a service for the dead.
He enlisted the service of a grave digger.]
sticks n bones app
Name: Zazo
Pronouns: he/hm
Contact: Plurk -
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4th Wall sure
Off-Limits Nothin', really
Other CWs for references to grooming & csa, cults, mild suicidality. Feel free to Opt Out to any part of this or to threading w/ Rennuid entirely; comments are screened.
Elf, ♂
150 / early 20s coded
Bisexual
Physical Contact yes
Flirting yes
Kissing yes
Fighting yes
Injury yes; discuss when seriously debilitating (probably still yes)
Death no, generally.
Other Rennuid's been permanently steeped in Eldritch Monster Vibes. Feel free to pick up on it; it makes animals instinctively dislike him (except for spiders and... eels, for some reason.)

rennuid what the fuck does that mean
latter hi5tory
He had spent more of his life in Allegory's company, than he had lived without it. The cult had been active for decades at thi5 point - though it's a bit difficult to say what that timescale means, in a place mostly inhabited only by elve5.
After Allegory's death...
Rennuid Tathviel, before his later revival by his great-great-something nephew, lived for five years.
early hi5tory.
The youngest of four children, Rennuid Tathviel often felt he had a lot to live up to, to show himself as a worthy person to match his elder siblings. That is why he placed a terrible importance on the rite that would mark his passage into -- physical, only, mind you now -- adulthood, the Ylthuun-Aut'torr. He went to great lengths to create a bow for the rite, that would be unmatched by any other - though he did not go entirely unaided in his endeavor.
Shortly after his 70th birthday, on the ancient founding day of the Tathviel clan, Rennuid Tathviel performed the Ylthuun-Aut'torr - and was met by a wave of susurration from the audience. For the secret kept from those who had yet to perform the rite was that when a true heir of the clan fired an arrow into the ancient Uunbanthe'adai tied to their name, they would suffer a phantom pain to match that felt by the living vine. And Rennuid? Why - he hadn't even flinched.
His mother approached him. "Rennuid, dear. You don't have to act so strong. It's fine to show you're hurting." The plea in her voice was terrifying - and telling. He hadn't known the secret of the rite. And he hadn't felt any pain at all. But Rennuid was clever - though as would become evident later, perhaps not terribly wise. He bit his tongue, and smiled at his mother - showing blood covered teeth to the many murmuring adults. Many of the whispers were satiated, and a proper celebration ensued.
Of course.. many does not mean all.
The secret to why Rennuid went unharmed - he knew not at the time, but he was protected - for the strange presence that had guided him in the crafting of his bow had seen the nature of the rite, and knew that if Rennuid suffered the pain inherent, he would not be able to keep his promise: to bring the bow to the temple where they had met. For the bow was magnificent indeed - and where no other arrow had done so before, had pierced to the flowing heart of the Uunbanthe'adai.
Rennuid's arrow had tapped into his family's lifeblood... who knows what might have happened, had the vine's vengeance struck home?
Rennuid, that night, brought the bow to the temple where he had met the strange presence. For the first time, he climbed to the top of the stairs leading to the temple's mouth -- and there, finally beheld the physical form of his benefactor.
It gave him a gift, after accepting his bow - a trinket, really, made from four eyes it plucked from its very own mouth. It told him to wear it as he pleased - but only here, at its temple, or only when alone.
By his 80th birthday, Rennuid's hair seemed... darker, didn't it? Perhaps it's a mere trick of the light. And a strangeness had settled on him, though not one anyone could name... but isn't that normal, in itself? For one to change and even grow awkward, as they truly come into themselves?
By his 90th birthday, it was a gamble where you would find him on a given night - sleeping safe at home, or gone again, on another sojourn into the depths of the forest? One could not deny he had lost the particular cloud gray hair he had been born with. It was something of a more foreboding sky, now...
Some precious little time after his 100th birthday, after which is when an elf may truly be called an adult, should they decide so -- Rennuid came home for the first time in over a week, declared that he had found a lost god - and been named as its new priest.
It was understandable, wasn't it, that he'd be living at his god's temple now, instead? It would be a hindrance to have to make the journey all the way from Aldua'denac every time he had a duty to attend.
Now, he openly wore a hairpin adorned with four -- orbs? They weren't jewels, surely -- and his hair was as black as the depths between stars.
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Afthuan - sot Aldu'elze, sot gorfu'elz.
'A riddle - not a bowmaker boy, not a man of the temple.'
Afthuan, Afthuil - Faerelz aveer. Othuul, fa ot avess.
'A riddle, answered - Less even than a foolish man. A phantom, and nothing more.'
Gorogor'nac - The 5kittering VVood.
Gorogor'denac - Not a 5pecific place. Rather, a home made in the 5kittering VVood. 'Denac' i5 ba5ically, 'home in the vvood.' Gorogor i5 the 5kittering part.
Gorogor'taenac - The deep depth5 of the 5kittering VVood - 'taenac' i5 pretty much 'vve don't go to thi5 part of the vvood5, vve ju5t Don't.'
Aldua'denac - 'Home of the bovvmaker5 in the vvood.' Out5ide of Gorogor'nac, thi5 5ettlement i5 called, in full, Gorogor-Aldua'denac, or Gor'aldu'nac if you're being informal. To up it a bit more, Gor'aldu't'nac i5 ba5ically + very rudely calling the elve5 there hick5 vvho for 5ome ungodly rea5on live in a place you really vvouldn't vvant to. If you're referring to everyone vvho live5 in Gorogor'nac, you'd call the place ju5t Gor't'nac.
Gorfuin'taenac - 'Old temple in the part of the vvood5 vve don't go to.'
Authuul - 'Thuul' i5 a complicated vvord, 5omething like 'vi5age' - the projected image of 5omething - but al5o like '5oul.' One vvay of interpreting Authuul could be 'A 5oul that'5 full of life.' It can be a vvay of 5aying 5omeone i5 healthy and energetic, or at it5 mo5t ba5ic, it mean5 '5omeone living' oppo5ed to Othuul, vvhich doe5n't mean dead - rather, it refer5 5oul5 vvithout life that are 5till pre5ent in the material vvorld.Authuul i5 an odd vvord in that it feel5 kinda like you pronounce that one t tvvice, very briefly at the end of Aut and then for the th of thuul.