CAW: NB/E Races Tomte

Made using Lunaii Dollmaker.

Like the traditional tomte, they look old.

Designed to not only look old, but also to be ugly to most of the other races. This representation is perhaps the least accurate.

They are stockier, their skin is a bit ruddy looking, and I’ve changed their skin colour to a more greyish caucasian look.

Basically, they are meant to look like black-eyes, really sick old people. Not fun.

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CAW: NB/E Races Huldra

This race was an easier race to design, and again using Lunaii Dollmaker.

Based off the Scandinavian Huldra, they are pretty similar.

A few notable differences is that they do not become old if you see their back, and that their backs are not hollow tree trunks.

They are closer in appearance to humans, as they live wherever humans live, and of all the fantasy races in the setting, they have the most diverse coloring.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brownie_%28folklore%29

CAW: NB/E Races Sidhe

More racial representations using Lunaii’s Dollmaker. This time it is the Sidhe race.

Sidhe Faces

As you can tell, they are a far more androgynous race.  They’re also far more pale.

Since they’re based largely off of the traditional Sidhe of Irish mythology, I did stick with the ‘fair folk’ pretty closely.

Kaine is half-Sidhe.

Including Trans and Genderqueer Characters

So I have been moving towards making characters that are not cisgendered in my fiction. While none of the main characters in the Noble Bard are explicitly non-cisgendered, there are some minor characters that are, for example.  Largely there is a race that has four ‘genders’. Two ‘regular’ genders: Male and female. Then Two ‘other’ gender that lie someone in between. The simplistic version is that one is intersexed and one is gender-fluid. Gender and sex are relative and rather unimportant. The race, the Sidhe, is very fluid with gender, sex and sexuality.

For them, it’s more ‘You are whoever you want to be’.

But I bring this up because of Adrienne’s Story.

Rana Basira is a Cambian. Child of an Incubus, which, according to traditional mythology, are notorious for switching their sex. A Succubus will seduce a man, steal his sperm, turn into an Incubus and impregnate a woman.

I want Rana to be similar. She’s a shapeshifter, and she fancies switching genders, switching her sex. And when Adrienne explains it to someone she explains it like this: “I suppose Rana’s a women. Likes that form the most, but Rana’s a cambian, can change gender at will, so you might get confused calling Rana a women when ‘she’ is in a female form, and calling Rana a man when ‘he’ is in a male form.”

So I want to use a gender-neutral pronoun for Rana, but I’m not sure how to handle it.

Since there is not the same social implications for a Cambian as there are for a trans-person, it will be a little bit different. As it stands, since I am not trans (ad am not good friends with anyone that is), I don’t currently feel comfortable delving into the role. (Genderqueer I’m a little more comfortable with, mind you, but onto the point…)

So I would love any insights from readers on the best way to handle a gender-fluid character such as Rana. And also, which pronoun sounds the best. I’m leaning towards the Middle English ‘ou’.

 

When to Introduce the Story

So I realized with Adrienne’s story, I have a question for my readers. So far, her story is set after she has already developed a good deal of skills. Her story is not a coming of age story. It is not about her become a stronger what-have-you.

Not that there isn’t any character development. It is as much character-driven as plot driven.

But. Perhaps I’m too used to writing fan-fictions.

I almost feel as if I -can’t- introduce her, introduce the story, at the point I intend to, because she would seem to powerful.

So, after all the preamble…

Do you have to introduce your character before they become ‘powerful’?

Desarmement Teaser

London is a cesspool of the “supernatural” as if the entire fae realm and all those surrounding decided that the city was perfect for their own devices. It sat very near one of the largest gates to the fae realm. It didn’t help that corruption and chaos ran rampant through the streets, attracting the otherkin like moths to a flame. The whole of the world had been changed. Innocence became an antiquated term for the masses, those who still treasured the attribute isolated in hidden alcoves of the world. Far away from the desecrated grounds of London. It had been five years since the gates had opened and the world had shifted, slowly falling into madness. Five years and Adrienne knew that she had played a role in these events.
The entire month of March had been wiped from her mind. Not a single image would drift past her eyes. Not a single memory of any sort came from that time. Her only recollection at all was when she ‘awoke’ on the last day of the month, a mere moment before the first of April, covered in blood. Dried, crusted and a rusted brown, it had entirely ruined the elegant dress she had been wearing. No bodies, however, none that she could find, at least. Just blood and the heavy emptiness in the pit of her stomach that she couldn’t quite name. The night was quickly pushed to the back of her memory as she went on as if everything was normal. Which, of course, it wasn’t. Not anymore.