Tinker Belleh is a troll in Fata with the wing mutation (that’s actually what prompted her attraction to the town. She’s a jadeblood who’s prone to fits of temper and jealousy as well as a habit of wearing belts, anklets and bracelets with bells on them. She’s very possessive of Peeter (Vessel or Kettle or Pankin, can’t decide. HELP?), who is a rustblood turned purpleblood that was also prompted into Fata by her mutation, as was his mutation of blood (I’ll write the whole story up, at some point... That’ll be an interesting Alternian take on something!). Although not exactly faerie-sized, she is definitely on the small side for a troll and very delicate on her feet and wings. Her horns look like jars, intricately patterns and hollow on the inside. She goes as lotusPinion on trollian and she EXPECTS you to listen and hang on her every WORD IN case you were WONDERING
Peeter Pankin is much more laidback, especially since he’s now effectively immortal and no longer in the same danger of constantly being hunted down that he was before. Flipping his spot on the hemospectrum changed his entire perspective. He’s affection and jolly most of the time, but doesn’t bother with close relationships. Everyone’s his friend, but also no one is, in a way. He’s very superficial and, due to the magic of the environment in Fata, his memory is very short term and there’s guarantee he’ll remember you the next time you see. His horns seperate into a lot of little curlicues. youthfulObliteration is his trollian name and he would never ever use punctuation or capitals for anything an likes tshorten an combine words whenever he can
Summary: A troll's lusus dies and the troll is forced to move in with another troll for assistance. That troll abuses their position of power, forcing the 'orphan' troll to do an unfair share of work. One of the local highbloods holds a costume ball at the local castle and the orphan troll can't go because they don't have the right supplies. Punkin, as a yellowblood with powerful abilities, appears to help them. They go, but the power is limited and disappears right before dawn, only leaving behind a shoe. The next night, the search begins! When the orphaned troll is found, they are declared either matesprits or moirails and the other troll is killed for their part in the relationship.
Triggers: A lusus dying, a highblood moving in, a troll taking advantage of another
Results: New matesprits/moirails, a death
Hansel and Gretel
Summary: A pair of moirails are left without lusus. They attempt to flee into the woods, but are tricked and caught by a midblood who plans to eat them. They will always escape together. This is one of the few myths that Punkin does not appear in except to welcome them into the town when they find their way there, fleeing and followed closely by a cannibalistic troll.
Trigger: Too few trolls in the town
Results: Three new trolls for Fata
Little Red Riding Hood
Summary: A troll becomes ill and has to isolate themselves because of how contagious they are. Their moirail (or matesprit) finds out and decides to bring them a special treat. A wanna-be kismesis also finds out and decides to use this as a chance to get revenge for being rejected and kill the ill troll. They leave at the same time and the kismesis realizes that a better punishment would be to kill the sick troll's matesprit/moirail. So the wanna-be hurries to the isolated house, ties the ill troll up in the closet and attempts to imitate them. When the moirail/matesprit realizes the deception, a desperate fight happens. And Punkin bursts in at the last moment as a midblood who heard the fighting. The wanna-be kismesis is killed, the moirails/matesprits are safe and the illness quickly dissipates.
More about Fata! It's not just a town, it's a force of nature. And Punkin isn't just a citizen... he's the heart, the soul, the founder of this place.
When Punkin was young himself, he was a very sensitive yellowblood with the ability to use other energies to create and maintain the world around him. His lusus was killed and he fled the scene, drawn inexplicably into a forest. And from the forest, to a cave. And with that cave... he found a rift. The rift was leaking energy and ideas.
Stories, really. Stories were leaking through, looking for a home, looking for actors. And they found a young, malleable troll eager to live a story that wasn't his life. And the energy took that as an open invitation.
With the power, Punkin built a fairytale town. There's a gleaming white castles with spires rising into the sky, quaint cottages and strange houses in the middle of the woods with no reason for begin so far away. There are idiosyncrasies like that throughout Fata, isolated homes, a giant ballroom with closets full of gowns, fountains in strange places, unique doorways, all kinds of mysteries that come with the need to act out stories that have no real basis in Alternian culture.
In the center of it all is Punkin. Every resident knows his name, even if they don't know how. He is the protagonist of almost every story and always the magical savior, if one is called for. The village feeds on his power and he lives through that power. All that was once him has been long dissolved, disappearing into the maintenance and building of the village. Now he is a collection of scattered memories and stories, nothing more than physical form given to the heart of a town based on fiction.
Fata draws trolls to it with a purpose. The stories require a number of actors and many of those actors are killed in the course of the story or are released if the story calls for someone to leave and never return. Those actors must be replaced and the town replaces them with trolls who can hear the call of the magic. Anyone who comes is captured and can only leave if the story allows them to. Attempting to leave without that will either trigger a story that forces the troll back or simply result in an endless walking loop.
There are around twenty stories that the village performs, all based on traditional fairy tales, but with an Alternian twist (Little Red Riding Hood is about a moirail going to care for their distant moirail and a rejected kismesis going in for the kill). When the inhabitants are not acting out the stories, they are free to go about with their normal lives. Most of the stories go that way, happening through and around the everyday livings of the other trolls. Some thing progress more naturally than others (a suddenly lusus-less troll moving in with others versus a sick troll randomly deciding to go out to a cabin in the woods for no reason).
Some stories can also be triggered by certain events. Trolls wanting to escape might trigger some stories in the hopes of snagging the part they're acting out, while others may do so to try to gain the attention of other trolls. Or, for a truly depressing reason, some may do it with the vain hopes of seeing a dead loved one again.
For when Punkin acts in the stories, he takes on the face of a deceased troll from the village. He no longer remembers his own face and so has to take them, as well as their most basic personality traits. Trolls so desperate to see someone that they will trigger a story often do not get their wishes, but it happens just often enough for hope.
Hansel and Gretel are moirails. They have identical olive blood and are very similar in many ways. But many trolls are uncomfortable with their moiraillegiance. Because instead of controlling each other, they work together to come up with new ideas. It started when their lusus were killed and it left them lost in the woods. There, they found themselves in the home of a cannibalistic high blood. Together, they were able to outsmart and kill her instead, using her own meal-cooking device.
Now, they live in a cottage in Fata, where they run a dinner-type of place for the local trolls. It's popular for food, but no one likes to talk to the owners.
Hansel is a bit more outgoing than Gretel. He tends to talk more, to make actual friends outside the restaurant and even occasionally leaves. Fiercely loyal, he will kill first and ask question much, much later, likely of someone else and having nothing whatsoever to do with why he killed you. But he doesn't run around killing other trolls. It's only if you say anything bad about Gretel. Anything. At all. Ever. Even vaguely implied. Try it and you'll be dead.
Gretel never leaves the restaurant now. She is always inside, always in the kitchen, and very few of the trolls in Fata even know what she looks like. The rumor float, but truthfully she's fairly normal looking. She just sees all other trolls as a threat. She'll speak through the grating and cook your food, but if you see her, she'll probably try to kill you. Just a warning.
Hansel's horns point forward and Gretel's point back. They both sweep the same way, at an almost ninety degree angle, and end in points. Hansel's symbol is a cottage and Gretel's symbol is a gingerbread man style outline.
Hansel's trollian is chefConfection and his quirk is pr@tty w@ird but simpl@ hon@stly, just lik@ him. Gretel goes by lockedChef and her, rarely seen, quirk is simpl droppin th las lette
A town that was frozen and preserved in the time of the signless and has only now thawed, all the trolls awakening in a new time and forced to adapt very quickly or die.
The Silvis forest is a large expanse of greenery that has not been cut down to make hives or ships. And within the woods, live trolls who have nowhere else to go. They make homes in the trees and the ground with their own hands. Their lusus are dead and they are often disfigured in a way that leaves them unable to survive a culling squad, to mate or to, sometimes, do anything.
The woods are not really a town. They're more of an... area. Some of the trolls form tribes, or gangs. But mostly... everyone just kind of avoids each other.
And no one asks questions if someone vanishes. Ever.
This is not a nice place. But it's better than being dead.
Mostly.
At least, the trolls there like to think so. It is a place for broken trolls. When there is nowhere else... there is always the forest.
