Cythra
Cythra Feralclaw
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|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Race | Prydaen |
| Gender | Female |
| Guild | Bard |
| Instance | Prime |
| Relatives | Eurynomile (Bonded), Annalyse (Adoptive Mother), Walcar (Grandfather), Talliska (Adoptive Mother), Opol (Sister), Kaeylie (Cousin), Crobin (Uncle), Amarillys (Cousin) |
Snarky Cythra Feralclaw née Seord Wildclaw, Transcendent Bard, Word Mistress of Elanthia
…yes, THE Cythra
Description
She has wicked cat-slitted violet eyes. Her black-streaked auburn mane is very long and wavy, and is worn loose. She has glittered silver fur, a straight tail and a gracefully slender figure. She is tall for a Prydaen.
She has a swirling diagonal pattern of tiny silvery painted stars running from her forehead to cheekbone.
Her cheekbone has a tattoo of interlocking red, blue and black spirals forming a triskele pattern.
Cythra affirmed her vows with Eurynomile before the gods on the 35th day in the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 440.
Plague, Cythra's pet kitten:
a spotted pale silver kitten adorned with a crimson moonsilver tag.
The fuzzy, charcoal-grey leopard-like markings culminating in a ringed, black-tipped tail present the illusion of speed on this white-bellied, silver kitten. The kitten's broad face features large, curious, turquoise eyes of malice. Around its neck is an amethyst collar dangling an octagonal tag which emits a soft, luminous glow of wavering hues ranging from bright ruby to deep crimson. The crimson moonsilver tag is boldly engraved with the word, "Plague."
Cythra's favoritest (non-Eerie) thing:
A sheet of parchment paper
The paper is painted with: A beautiful Prydean looks out at you with wicked cat-slitted violet eyes, peering over lavender lensed spectacles. She has glittered silver fur and a black-streaked auburn mane. She wears an elegant black and auburn engagement ring on one hand. She is sitting in what you recognize as The Crossing Bards' Guild Performance Hall and appears to be reading from the book in her hands, which is titled "Eerie's Bed Time Stories." There is a mischievous glint in her eyes and you sense that she is laughing silently. In front of her sits a teenaged girl with a halo of russet curls. Her eyes are alight with wonder as she sits completely wrapped up in the story. Beside her sits a graceful elven lady with an oval face framed by streaked black hair. Her warm eyes are twinkling as she listens and strums the e'erdream lap harp that she holds. Across the bottom of the page, in fine gold calligraphy, are the words: The moment I fell in love with being a Bard ~ Love, Yisindre
Details and Achievements
...and what some might call antics.
- Adopted daughter of Annalyse Seord.
- Favored grandchild of Walcar Seord.
- Adopted daughter of Talliska Wildclaw (the first to call Cythra snarky).
- Sister of Opol Feralclaw.
- Chaos.
- The ice to Eurynomile's fire
- Award winning designer extraordinaire.
- Teller of wondrous tales with run-on sentences (see below).
- Singer of glorious songs (see belower).
- Mistress of the arts: Dancing, Storytelling, Singing, Writing, Acting, Comedy, Design, Drawing, Prestidigitation...
- Former member of the Order of the Apostles.
- Considering letting the Tavern Troupe join her (in the meantime they remain Cythra adjacent).
- Commissioned writer/composer.
- Philanthropist and supporter of the arts.
- Head Diplomat in the Court of Nytfrost (Participated in the initial investigation of the Shard Stormcloud) prior to what some now consider the "official" investigation.
- Tried to sell the moon mage tower... to a moon mage.
- Featured in her own The Arthe Repertory Team (TART) Arthe Dale Concert Series show consisting of all new material. Click here for The Show.
- Innovator who introduced comedy routines and shows of legerdemain to the lands.
- Still awaiting her Five Star review from Megaya for HE 439.
- Cythra's opinion on various spells here.
- Unsupervised...ish
Turning Kermoria on its ear
(one ear at a time if necessary).
Cythra's first public performance was probably in the year 358 where she won a contest for dance(?!).
Prize (on loan to Eerie): an enameled cloak clasp shaped like the masks of tragedy and comedy.
The clasp has been ingeniously crafted to resemble a mask of comedy or tragedy depending upon the light. When illuminated, the white mask of comedy is displayed, with its jubilant smile. Shadows casting across the clasp appear to change its visage to the mask of tragedy with a single tear trailing down the cheek.
There appears to be something written on it.
An enameled cloak clasp reads: Delicate script on the back of the clasp reads "The Great Charade, 358."
Quotes
Ima backstab you in your face.
Misbehaving is still a kind of behaving.
Be safe-ish.
Nobody likes a showoff... except when it's me.
I would never lie to you... except sometimes.
That's how camouflage works.
Life's too short to spend it growing up.
I wish I could say is nae easy being this amazings.
hooligans!
Is nae lying, just Bardic license.
Welcome to snark week.
Dealing with me is like pulling teeth out of a hat.
Stories
Songs
Special Performances
Not your typical songs and stories.
Cythra's 1st Formal Concert featuring all new material, The Arthe Repertory Team (TART) Arthe Dale Concert Series, 442.
Unboxed (a musical play)
Vanishing Act (a cutting edge performance)
Alternate Titles
Titles bestowed upon Cythra by others (well, the ones she will admit to):
Lady of Snark
Queen of the Kill
Your Hooliganess
Mischief Queen
Hooligan Queen
Reviews
Actual quotes:
"What in the nine hells did I just walk in on?"
"I laughed so hard I cried."
"Gross!"
"That sure turned dark fast!"
<blinks>
"My husband was laughing and giggling... I think his exact words were... 'no way!'"
"Blaaah."
"This is the best song ever."
"You've a gift, beyond doubt."
"...you're soooooooooo amazing... You're gonna be the mostest famousest bard evah! I should get your autograph!"
"It was a journey and heart felt[sic] adventure of a ride."
"This is an AMAZING concert."
"You should be a bard!"
"You sings good."
"You were fantastic!"
"Hard to be anything other than happy at a show like this."
"I knew it would be great."
"...a razor sharp wit."
"Whoa."
"That ended poorly..."
"I like it!"
"Just need a moment to.. stop giggling..."
"Oooo you are so vicious when you wanna get yer point across lil lady!"
"...calculated sanity."
"It was the kind of story I had to point to on a doll..."
"How DARE you."
Lhark's Song
This song was written by Lhark in Tribute to Kaelie.
I felt it was important that it be memorialized somewhere.
God saw you were getting tired
A cure was not to be
So he put his arms around you
And whispered,"Come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched you
As you slowly passed away
And though we loved you dearly
We could not make you stay
A golden heart stopped beating
Hard working hands were laid to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the very best!