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Rebellion has swept the Territory in the south as Glacia dominates the north. Landen and Blood join forces to spread a message of equality with any method possible while Glacia works to infuse the land with power and the people with their Dark Beliefs. The Rebellion, led by a Council of Eight, is not always in agreement but none can resist the power, and the danger, the movement has generated.
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Author Topic: Devesh Acharya  (Read 2322 times)

Description: Priest Prince. Purple Dusk to Green. Played by Starling.

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Devesh Acharya
« on: Dec 07, 16, 02:44:40 AM »
The Basics

Character Name: Devesh Acharya (Thay-vaysh Ah-char-yuh)
Nicknames: Vesh
Age and Birth Year: 38 (b. 156 AP)
Race: Nharkavan (Short Lived)
Caste: Priest Prince
Birth Territory: Orissa, Nharkava
Home Territory: Orissa, Nharkava

Birthright Jewel: uncut Purple Dusk
Offering Jewel: cut Green

Role: Not just yet
Faction: Sekhalasi

Appearance

Play By: Diego Lema
Distinguishing Features: Devesh has a powerful persona, a combination of traits that can make it overwhelming to be in his presence. His psychic scent is exotic even among his own people. Tart, metallic and heady, it is much like the blood he utilizes in his Craft. He exudes strength, competence, nerve, lust, and energy. There's unchecked mischief in his mercurial eyes.

Devesh is one of those people with eyes that you can't place. What color are they? Sometimes they're very light, sometimes they seem near black. It's not exactly that they're shifting colors, but are they? He takes pride in his appearance and is always impeccably dressed and groomed. Everything down to his posture, gestures, and mannerisms is part of his image and he considers them all carefully to generate the intended effect whether it be awe, affinity, respect or aversion.

Personality


Personality: Spending much of his time in the pursuit of spiritual enlightenment, Devesh is often found in meditation or surrounded by ancient books and scrolls. Never satisfied with his learning, he delves deeper than the surface, searching for a better understanding of Mother Night and her blessings. He approaches the venture with the analytical mind of the Prince and the reverence of the Priest, spending as much time recording his research as in prayer. He was trained by Nharkava's most esteemed, and though it is easy to take pride in his learning, he wouldn't think to disgrace his noble appointment with arrogance.

He does not take his commission lightly, though much of what he enjoys blends easily into his tasks so that he rarely feels the weight of work. He is glad to serve Nharkava as a spiritual teacher, assured that his careful cultivation of her children as well as her mysterious spirits is part of his journey toward enlightenment. His example, blessings, and grace lead the faithful closer to their own oneness with the divine Darkness.

Blood is sacred and this belief permeates every aspect of his life. He incorporates it into the simplest of tasks in unexpected ways. His people are called The Blood and they are the blessed children of Mother Night. It follows that all blood is as divine as their line. Because of this, all life is to be honored, even that of the troublesome Landen. He has a particular fascination with reproduction and moontimes that is difficult to state delicately. Sexual fluids, like blood, are power substances that he utilizes in ritual and ceremony. The Craftless woman carries near deity status in his eyes, changing his normally indifferent demeanor to one of awe and veneration. Performing virgin night ceremonies is a special treat for him, an honor that he takes very seriously.

He is a ready leader, always looking for ways to improve existing procedures. His migratory lifestyle has helped him to avoid making enemies in that he was never anywhere for long enough to truly challenge the way that things were run in any particular place. As he matured he learned to better check his corrective response to problems that he spotted in the management of tasks that weren't his own.

Pleasure, organization, fasting and purification are his diversions. He rarely detaches from his purpose, blending it seamlessly into all that he does. Sex can be sex, or it can be a ritualistic union. Physical intimacy isn't required for the latter if his partner shares an understanding of transcendence or a willingness to bond on a psychic level. Blood and communion are also welcome in the bedroom, enhancing these experiences for him exponentially. The banned dances of the Sekhalasi are noticeably absent in the Northern reaches of the Territory, but Shanti, his paramour, occasionally indulges him in the powerful rituals.

Glacia has tainted his homeland and he will never forgive her people for their irreverent invasion. He uses his influence to thwart the spread of the Dark Religion, eagerly training disciples to follow in his footsteps. He does not identify with Nharkava's resistant factions but aids them nonetheless when it suits his purpose or personal agenda. His strategic acumen is a boon to such organizations and he actively fights recruitment, content to counter Glacia's diplomats with his own brand of subversion. He's never done well as a subordinate, anyhow. Shanti is the closest thing that he has to an overseer, her main purpose being to see to his death should he compromise the secrets of the Priestesshood.

A conscientious son, Devesh has returned to his home to ensure the survival of his family and protect them from Glacia's frigid stare. From this garrison, he will gather his resources and begin to ascertain the weaknesses of those pale courts, ingratiating himself there, if possible. He's made many friends in his travels and amassed a following of his own. Near invisible as it spreads across the Territory, his web of support is perfect for covert resistance. Whether or not he will be able to make a difference has yet to be seen, but with little invested, he fears little to be lost.

Likes:
  • Communion. With unprecedented access to the Darkness, Devesh spends a good amount of time in meditation. Whether alone, paired with another Priestess, or leading another on their spiritual journey, he employs diverse, tailored methods to achieve and impart serenity. Blood Magic intensifies his physical and psychic bonds with seekers, often resulting in sustained euphoria for both participants. Without an altar to tend and not serving in any official capacity, many supplicants come to him for a specific need and rarely to simply tick a mark on a list of things the faithful do. Not burdened by a daily agenda, he's free to come to know those he works with, unhurried and with a keen eye for details that others miss in their more structured duties. Notorious enough to be sought by name, he enjoys reinforcing his prestige in these small but effective ways.
  • Dominion. Finding an easy love of authority, he enjoys the control he exercises over his disciples, those steadfast pupils that seek to unite with him in devotion. It will be the same when he accepts the role of the head of his family and their enterprise. He has the urge to govern, even if only to show how such things should be done and can be done well. He is a natural leader, inspiring service with a silver tongue, easily managing the moving parts of diverse responsibilities.
  • Subversiveness. Taking special joy in undermining any opposition, Devesh prefers to act in secret, witnessing the full glory of his intrigues while safe from reprisal. He goes to great lengths to protect the knowledge of his involvement in Nharkava's factions and of his own network of Landen runners. Very few understand the depth of his associations, and fewer still can name them all.

    Dislikes:
  • The Rebellion. His beliefs afford little consideration for the Landen. He regards them as animals--pets at best. There's no reason to outright war against them, as they're just lesser beings, but the quest for anything resembling equality with the Blood irritates him. Their cause is pulling resources away from the true threat to Nharkava and because of this, the Territory is weakened and vulnerable to Glacia's invasion.
  • Glacian Culture. Namely what it's doing to Nharkavan culture. In the North, many areas are adopting the Glacian aesthetic. It began in temples where Priestesses were quick to show their allegiance but it's bleeding into everything, whitewashing their warm and colorful society. The old ways were threatened before Glacia reared her ugly head, and soon they will become little more than stories and myths collected by Glacians and retold when they recount tales of the strange and broken land over the mountains.
  • Antipathy. Especially to outsiders, Devesh's practices--especially with Blood Magic--can seem distasteful or even gruesome. With reluctance, he veils his methods from those he suspects may have a strong reaction. Doing so is contrary to the pride he takes in his expertise and if he's particularly put off, he may occasionally make a show of things.

    Fears:
  • Failing to Atone. Born into a distaff caste can only mean that he failed as such in a previous life. He's been given two castes this incarnation, both a blessing and a curse. If he fails to succeed at each of them, what will become of him the next time around? He believes that this life will be his last chance at redemption and turning the tide of his failures. If he fails again, he may be reborn with too many obstacles to overcome, and thus never achieve enlightenment. Because of this, he is more afraid of death than most Nharkavans, convinced that he hasn't yet proved his worth.
  • Seizure of Family Holdings. The Acharya line has operated mines in Nharkava since the land had been "Nar Kave," or "No one's." Beyond deserving the rights to the dynasty they've created, taking it from them would leave them destitute. A nationalistic people, they have no investments or homes in other territories.
  • Subjugation For himself or his Blood countrymen. If Glacia wanted to enslave the Landen, Devesh would probably volunteer to help, but convinced that he must do right by his people, he increasingly puts himself at risk for them. If the true breadth of his efforts is discovered it wouldn't be unlikely for him to be put to death. If he dies before correcting his spiritual path, he doesn't believe he will ever be reunited with the Darkness. It is imperative that he succeeds in this life.

    Craft Strengths:
  • Blood Magic. Devesh took the Craft before he truly understood what Craft was. Blood has always mesmerized him. He applies it to much of what he does, using its potency to strengthen other Craft and induce deeply intimate bonds with others.
  • Contracts. A man of many acquaintances but few friends, Devesh developed the Prince's craft in order to ensure that forged agreements could not be broken without consequence. Signed in blood, these documents all but guarantee compliance, making it so that he doesn't have to waste time and resources ensuring that mutual understandings remain mutually understood. Unlike a queen's Geas, these accords do not have to be balanced between parties and breaking the contract can carry steep and immediate Craft induced penalties.

    Craft Weaknesses:
  • Conventional Combat Craft. Devesh is not a trained or skilled fighter. When threatened with violence, he typically relies on the sheer strength of his Jewels and traditional shields. If he must stand and fight, his arsenal is more limited than others who have chosen a more aggressive path. He's more likely to defend himself until he can escape than to actively defeat someone of equal Jewels.
  • Connecting with the Darkness. Other Priestesses generally have the ability to sense Jewels better than other Blood and some way to manipulate the energies within those Jewels. Devesh has neither. The relative strength of his own Jewels allows him to sense Jewels and castes as it would for another of his standing in the abyss but he has no innate caste-specific ability to sense deeper or directly influence the filling or draining of reservoirs. If there is a reason that someone cannot be led to commune with the Darkness, he cannot sense, much less identify it, and there is nothing he can do about it.


    Life Story

    Family:
    Maternal Grandfather: Vishal Lal - Jeweless Blood (b. 116 AP)
    Maternal Grandmother: Shreya Acharya - Witch - Blood Opal - Green (b. 115 AP)
    Mother: Sharmila Acharya - Jeweless Blood (b. 139 AP)
    Father: Naresh Varma - Jeweless Blood (b. 137 AP)
    Maternal Uncle: Usha Iyer - Warlord - Rose - Purple Dusk (b. 135 AP)
    Maternal Aunt: Padma Iyer - Jeweless Blood (b. 142 AP)
    Brother: Rajit Acharya - Jeweless Blood (b. 167 AP)
    Cousin: Nisha Iyer - Witch - Purple Dusk - Opal (b. 173 AP)
    Cousin: Rohin Iyer - Jeweless Blood (b. 168 AP)
    Paramour: Shanti Jha - Priestess - Purple Dusk - Sapphire (b. 125 AP)
    Steward: Rahul Deshmukh - Prince - Rose - Purple Dusk (b. 146 AP)


    History:

    Manifesting dual castes at birth, Devesh began his life as a pitied anomaly. Concerned about his spiritual growth, his mother ensured that he was immersed in Nharkavan religion, culture, and traditions. The Acharya line was a well-established and wealthy family. Their money came from mines that pulled gems and other precious metals from the ground. This affluence afforded Devesh the finest tutors and pilgrimages to visit the most revered Priestesses. He was the first of his kin to be born into a caste for at least three generations. For as much as they recognized the black mark of the dual castes on the young boy, they celebrated him nonetheless, assuring him that he would prove himself to Mother Night and become one with the Darkness though this challenge.

    Though the family was respected, many viewed him as a spoiled boy and surmised that his parents meant to buy his way to enlightenment. He had unprecedented access to the greatest teachers from the Territory, being sent to them if they could not be brought to him. His readily apparent cunning and the resultant pride made it easy for some to resent him. He did not carry himself as one who understood his burdens, but a cocky child who simply knew he would overcome them. With such tools available to him, how could he not? The infinite faith of his mother didn't do him any favors and only served to bolster his immodesty. Nevertheless, he devoted himself to his spiritual journey with appropriate fervor.

    Wherever he went, Devesh absorbed information, often discovering more than the intended curriculum. He cataloged Nharkava's holy places and mapped routes between them, losing his escorts and entourage as he matured. Once he had shed the visible reminders of his affluent upbringing, people began to see him in a different light, more apt to respect his dedication and his journey. More than just intelligent, he was insightful and charismatic, engaging the people wherever he went, truly interested in their own histories and experiences. He learned them as well as he had learned their shared culture and history, ingratiating himself with his brothers and sisters. Well recognized on the roads he traveled, he studied his enemies and made allies of them, weaving a web of support that extended to nearly all corners of the Territory.

    Deeply immersed in Nharkava's religion, his zealous pursuit and exploitative eye began to unravel the secrets and mysteries of the land at an early age. Devesh didn't readily accept that the myths, rumors, and folk tales regarding Nharkava's spirits were just tales. Naturally curious, he dug up the different stories, dissected them, pulled out the common threads and concluded that there had to be some truth in them. He learned of the spirits that had once been the strength of the Territory long before the Priestesshood had offered him a proper initiation into their cryptic coterie. Naturally, he poured himself into understanding their origins and dispositions, which earned him the cautious gaze of the protective and dangerous Sisterhood of the Black Lotus. Recognizing that his discovery was the product of a driven and penetrating mind, his intensity drew the guardians to dubiously appoint him to their cause. His previously migrant lifestyle afforded him the cover necessary to travel between holy sites without drawing undue attention. With Glacia wooing away the Dark Jeweled disciples of Nharkava, they did not want to lose the opportunity that he presented and cautiously put his castes to use.

    It wasn't a question as to whether or not he was loyal to his faith. His reasons for seeking atonement were clear in his very dual nature. Only one who had failed in a previous incarnation would be cursed to return to the realm with two castes. He needed to fulfill each of them and prove himself to the Mother Night lest he never achieve oneness with the Darkness. The problem that the High Priestesses saw in Devesh was his single-minded pursuit of this redemption. Unlike many of his caste, though he sought to protect Blood of any Jewels, he bore them no automatically assured allegiance. Steadfast in the ideals of the faith, he was disconnected from the people. His belief embraced an affirmative approach to spiritual evolution. Instead of prescribing self-limitations, condemning various actions or engaging in complex philosophical debate, he integrated pleasant experiences into his life through sexuality, influence, social interactions and artistic pursuits. It left room for a lot of interpretation, a convenient way for him to go awry if he so chose. He was distinctly self-serving, though his ego hadn't yet outweighed the advantage he offered the Territory.

    The Sisterhood of the Black Lotus assigned a keeper to Devesh, a Dark Jeweled Priestess to accompany him and further assess his spiritual maturity. Both guide and assassin, she was sent to coax him closer into the fold and to kill him should he show any sign of betraying their tentative confidence. There was no misunderstanding between them regarding her purpose and Devesh bore her no resentment for it. Instead of losing one Priestess to gain a Priest, their skills were combined, affording the Sisterhood a convenient opportunity to create an itinerant oversight team. Devesh's methodical mind was perfect for charting their pilgrimages, predicting and averting complications. His easy way with others warded off suspicion and the powerful duo was prepared to kill for the cause should it come to that.

    Tensions in the Territory grew, the land changing around them as they traveled, skirmishes leaving burnt patches of land where they had known lush forests before. Their movement through the Territory offered them a unique perspective of the subcultures within their borders and the various groups vying for power. Viewing the Landen with indifference, Devesh made no attempts to assist the Rebellion except where it benefitted him as well. The Landen were good messengers as they were expendable in his estimation and not susceptible to mental probes. He fostered relationships with some of their leaders without committing himself to their cause.

    The Friend of Rose Neela were different, however, their cause less overt and the beneficiaries of their efforts being their Light Jeweled brethren. As with the Rebellion, Devesh's interactions with them weren't always altruistic, but their purpose was just and satisfied his urge to protect the Blood of his land. Never knowing of his standing among their ranks, he was tasked with increasingly important duties that he carried out under the guise of his search for enlightenment. There was no longer any temple or holy place where he was not recognized. He could travel anywhere in the Territory without suspicion. His placement and access were unprecedented. He was the perfect scout, guardian, and emissary, all depending on whose objective he served. At the end of the day, he did nothing that didn't serve himself.

    Devesh believed that this was his purpose, that serving and protecting Nharkava was the way that he would earn his union with the Darkness. Embracing his nature and seeking to achieve perfection in each caste had brought him into the underworld of the Territory where he finally began to sense the blessings and approval of Mother Night. Surely this was the path that was meant for him. Until it wasn't.

    Glacia's influence quickly became stifling along the Northern border. Dissidents were being beaten, broken and killed for their contention. Priestesses were being lured to the Dark Religion with the promise of power, or the promise of violence. Many of the Blood surrendered to Glacia's rule simply to avoid her wrath. Lands were being seized from natives, Landen and Blood alike, the Dark Jeweled Nharkavans receiving only some consideration and only if the family remained in good standing with the Star of Kaeleer. The reasons to return home were mounting, though he resisted the call for as long as he could.

    His own family has held onto their lands, but his Dark Jeweled grandmother, the matriarch of the line, is growing feeble. The prosperity of the mines in her control has not gone unnoticed by Glacian Princes quick to inventory the offerings of the new land. Though his own mother would have taken over as the voice of the family, they had deemed it too dangerous to allow in the newly frigid social climate. The only other Dark Jewel among his kin is the opal carried by his young cousin. Not even Nharkavan culture would accept her as the proper head of the line. Unless he means to turn his back on his entire dynasty, he has to go home and secure their holdings.


    Show Us What You've Got

    Character in Play:

    "Let me die." His voice was harsh and distant, his soul already departing.

    Seated on the grass, he leaned heavily against a tree, sweat beading on his brow. He was near as pale as the Glacians, the color drained from his cheeks and oozed from his forearms, tiny rivers of blood feeding the earth at his sides.

    Shanti paced with a nervous excitement, her expression animated but grim with anxiety that she could not push back. A healer knelt at Devesh's side, palm pressed to his cheek, another standing beside. Much of his family looked on as his life bled over his family lands, witnessing his ritual sacrifice.

    Darkness was falling, the cool and black kind that occupied the space behind one's eyelids, not the warm encompassing manifestation of Mother Night. Devesh sought to commune with her now, offering her so much of his life in exchange for her blessing of his new endeavor. It had been difficult to turn from his lofty appointment and go home. He didn't want to do so without knowing whether or not this was part of his path, but none of his efforts had yet returned an answer. He'd gone nevertheless, at least to accept the role of head of the family, but could he stay to truly fulfill it or would he remain little more than a distant figurehead and leave his kin to fend for themselves?

    Having cut into his flesh, he'd slipped into a deep meditative state, but was now traversing both realms, barely alive with the blood that he'd shed for the cause. Death was all around him but rebirth laid in wait, both real and symbolic. Breath shuddering, he found that he was cold, unable to open his eyes. The hand upon his cheek slid to his throat, feeling impossibly warm. The sound of Shanti pacing in the grass created a hypnotic echo in his ears and he realized that he was falling away from himself.

    As if leaning back, he felt as if he were passing through the tree, the distant sensation of being desperate for breath fading as he floated away from the scene toward the abyss. Instinctively, he reached for himself and found that he bore no body at all, much less limbs. There was no sound now, but a near semblance of it in a heavy thrumming that reverberated, pressing in on his consciousness. It beat slowly, each pulse stronger than the first. He was possessed of the urge to look about, but either could not or he was saturated in pure nothingness. He hadn't had such fruitless visions since he was a child, on the very same land where he now was dying. His voice fought to be freed but was as restrained as the rest of his soul, mute and ineffective. His psychic senses were bound. There was nothing but the endless floating and the powerful thrum that followed his descent. He could not fight it if he wanted to, now. He only prayed that the healers did not reverse the process until after he had achieved his purpose.

    Mother.

    His inner voice had never felt so distorted. Could he have panicked, he would have. Had he embarked on this spiritual journey unprepared, unclean, untrue to himself or Mother Night? He was a master of the abyss, as much as any of her children could be at least. Yet he called her to her like a neophyte, a mere boy devoid of faith.

    Mother!

    The Darkness would not answer him, it wasn't how things worked, but he was truly afraid. She would hear him at least. No matter the tenor of his call, his soul was bare for her appraisal. She knew his intentions before he'd sat against the tree, since before the sun had set and he'd begun the ritualistic offering. Offering...

    A spark of clarity rang back against the throbbing energy. Offer. Give to the Darkness. Seek not for yourself. Pray only that you are deemed worthy. A true offering required nothing in return. Still wishing to commune, he had corrupted the ritual and nearly denied himself the eclipsing release of the supplicant.

    The nothingness somehow began to take shape around his consciousness, beginning with a warmth that ebbed with the pulsating energy that surrounded him. And then, in a rush, a barrage of colors like he'd never seen before pushed at and through him and the entire world blinked away.

    This Darkness was different.



    When he awoke, the sun warmed his face. A shadow passed over him and a soft voice beckoned.

    "Good morning, Prince."

    Shanti. There was no mistaking that purr. The press of her lips against his forehead lured his eyes open. Thankfully she stood between him and the garish light. He looked at her for a long moment as his sight adjusted, realizing that he was no longer outside at all. Shanti's hips danced as she smiled and Devesh hissed when the sun fell across his face again.

    "The curtain," he croaked, turning away from the window. His body felt heavy, that or he felt infinitely weak.

    Musing quietly, Shanti loosed the heavy drapes over the window and then settled on the bed next to his legs. "How do you feel?" She brushed fingers over his forearm, a near loving gesture. No sign of injury remained there to remind him of the injuries he'd caused himself. 

    "Mmm... I don't know." The last vestiges of sleep still clung to the edge of his consciousness, luring him to sink back into his pillow and rest again. "Tired."

    His lover chuckled and tilted her head as if searching for some subtle change in him.

    "Your Jewels are filled, brother, revive yourself and rise. Your family needs you."

    Devesh sighed. She spoke true, but it was easy to want to obey his body and ignore the appeal to reason, especially issued so soon after waking.

    Sensing his reluctance, Shanti leaned in, her breasts pressing against his stomach as she reached up to scratch a nail beneath his chin. "Devesh, it's been four days."

    That gave him pause. Narrowing his eyes on her, he sat up slowly, taking inventory of the lingering weakness in his form. Four days. Had his journey been that long, or had needed the time to heal after being revived? His grandmother would be waiting for word from him, to know whether he would stay in Orissa or resume his travels. It would be the difference of whether some of them fled the Territory or remained as well. He couldn't make her wait any longer.

    Tapping into his birthright, he absorbed the vigor required and rose. Shanti helped him dress, selecting a jacket that was so deep an emerald it would look black in a dimly lit room. She had chosen to dress him not as the Priest, but the Prince--as the man who would soon acquire the holdings and the head of his family.

    The Priest said that it was not right that he stand in the stead of his grandmother, or even his mother who was meant to replace her. He and the Prince had argued since receiving word from Shreya, the matriarch of the Acharya line. A man should not hold that mantle the Priest quarreled, no matter how qualified he could be to do so. The Prince contended that putting a revered spiritual teacher in charge who carried Glacia's preferred Jewels would avert catastrophe, however admitting that his dual casted nature would subtract from any favor he could garner.

    The Priest feared for his spiritual journey, worried that he was being drawn away from the path toward enlightenment. The prisons of Nharkava's spirits were strewn all over the land, monitored by the faithful, the secrets of these possessions hidden from all but the most devout. Because of his dedication, Nharkava was able to better know her secrets in order to keep them, and better manage their guardianship. It was a fulfilling role, and that didn't take into account any of the other tasks that fell into his lap due to his ability to be anywhere in the Territory without suspicion.

    Being home in the lap of luxury, he would be lured to forget his nomadic ways. The complication of administering to the family enterprise would remove him from the simplicity that he had known before, the ease with which he practiced his arts. Remote altars would once again be cut off from the Priestesshood, suffering from the sluggish communication of relaying messages through complicated networks. It could be done without him, but not well, at least not at first, and only later if someone with the proper placement and access was fit to replace him. Nharkava would suffer.

    The Prince understood that Nharkava would endure her wounds and could heal in time, but that the Acharya dynasty would not be afforded such a luxury if Glacia ever claimed it for her own. Logically, the worst case scenario was that the Sisterhood of the Black Lotus would need to recover the spirits scattered across the land and consolidate them in areas where they had more power and influence. Even if the secrets were revealed, it would only mean that the Priestesses would be able to overtly utilize the strength they had kept hidden for so long. Devesh had never believed that the situation was as bleak as those protectors painted it to be. In truth, he saw little reason for them to keep such a power in reserve and not employ it. He had never lied about his beliefs; it was how he'd come to meet Shanti, after all.

    The family needed him, the risks to his kin greater, the potential setback was something they would never recover from. It would take little effort from him to absorb his grandmother's knowledge and apply it to a masterful management of the resources currently under her control. In fact, he was already sure that he could streamline many processes and boost productivity if it was decided that further success while under such scrutiny was a wise decision. Devesh could use his status and diplomatic tendencies to smooth relations with the new court, fostering goodwill and a spirit of cooperation. It was far from his true intentions, but he was too cunning to believe that he could earn any triumphs though overt opposition. The best way to know his enemy was to become a friend, perhaps even an invaluable asset. There was a chance that he would be able to learn enough of the occupiers to use against them. His established network of accomplices could be useful to himself, his family and his land.

    Unable to live free of either mind, it was upon him to draw upon the strengths of both of his castes and not to allow them to undermine each other. There was a reason that he'd been born with a dual nature. The Darkness would not have allowed him to exist at all if it his vindication was impossible. This challenge too was part of his journey, something he could learn from or shun. His choice would either cause him to grow or to stagnate and die, possibly for the last time. It did not have to be either, or. It had been that way in the past, he had often chosen one aspect over the other. Now, though, he had reason to believe that his path had been reset in order to show him that he could not allow a duality in himself while seeking divine oneness.

    Perhaps there was no one true way to attain the blessing of mother night. Having to choose between serving his land and serving his family had caused him much unrest indeed, but maybe that turmoil was the result of him not recognizing the opportunity to unify his tasks. If he simply shifted his thinking, he could serve them both. More, there was a chance that he could aid his countrymen in thwarting Glacia's icy influence.

    Decided now, he stared at his reflection in a long mirror, adjusting his sleeves as Shanti looked on. Her sharp eyes devoured him, and as he often did, he wondered where her thoughts had wandered. What would she think of his choice to stay in Orissa, assuming control of the mines to guide and protect his family as well as his native land? Would she stay? Did she worry about Glacia's influence upon him at all? About the preservation of the secrets of the Territory? If she did, she wasn't letting on. Would she warn him if she meant to kill him? Offer a parting kiss? She would stay, yes. Now, more than ever, there was reason for her to remain close.


    Petitions (if any): 

    Caste Requesting : Priest, Prince
    Reasons For Requesting these Castes: Devesh is a character meant to interact and bond with Maarika, Glacia's disgraced queen. She will view the bonded Nharkavan Priest as a sign of Mother Night's blessings and grace, that she herself is on her own correct path. But the Prince is what she will likely need most. This character exists both to challenge and validate Maarika.

    Devesh believes that all Blood are sacred, that it is the Landen who are worthless in comparison. His true purpose is to help end the oppression that plagues his people regardless of their standing in the abyss or familiar relation. Such an undertaking would be outlandish for someone without proper education, cunning, and substantial established resources. Recognizing a touch of circular logic here... Devesh isn't a good guy. He's not altruistic and he doesn't much care for the woes of others. What keeps him centered is the spiritual persuasion that this is what Mother Night requires of him. If he wasn't doing it for himself, he likely wouldn't be doing it at all. In this way, both castes create and sustain the character.

    Plans for this Character: Yet another bonded male, Devesh isn't likely to stand out any more than the other males who crowd his queen. He will give her purpose, however, his mere existence fueling her conviction, whatever it may be. She will see him as a sign, a stamp of approval from the Darkness. He will see her as yet another challenge, their bond forcing him to yet again reassess his priorities and seek the divine guidance of Mother Night.

    Depending on how Maarika chooses to employ her new male, and whether or not he can find his own purpose in such use, Devesh could be a great asset to the Queen. If she decides that she would like to join the resistance and work to undermine Glacia, she will find that Devesh has already established the framework for many different plans that could benefit the cause, some areas fleshed out and ready for action. If she continues to appease Glacia simply to save herself, and she can convince him to assist her, he can be a very credible accomplice. Able to increase productivity in the family businesses by a significant amount, he could offer the excess in tribute to Glacia (with the right motivations) thereby making Maarika's nascent efforts in the new land seem righteous, well guided and profitable for Glacia. Even if she actively works with Glacia to continue subverting Nharkava's Light Jewels, there will be opportunities for him to oppose her and establish himself as her defiant male and nemesis. For now, however, the only thing set in stone is that Maarika will see him as a gift and a sign.

    Outside of his relationship with Maarika, Devesh has placement and access anywhere in the Territory and the ability to know and interact with just about any kind of character at any point on his timeline. More specifically, Devesh is likely to interact with characters who have been or are actively possessed by spirits, tending spirits, or have encountered them. If there's interest, I'd like to explore fleshing out Devesh's network of Landen connections and information runners. Other characters that he is likely to encounter: Members of Maarika's circles, Glacian diplomats, expatriates, refugees/smugglers, Nharkavan Priestesses, disciples, supplicants, students.

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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #1 on: Dec 07, 16, 02:45:10 AM »
May I please have five family rolls?

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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #2 on: Dec 07, 16, 08:01:09 AM »
As you wish...

1. Rose - Purple Dusk
2. Purple Dusk - Sapphire
3. Rose - Purple Dusk
4. Blood Opal - Green
5. Purple Dusk - Opal
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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #3 on: Dec 07, 16, 06:40:17 PM »
Can I get his cut/uncut status and apply the PD-Green roll that was gifted from Nicole? (Thanks again Nicole!) (Winsol purchase of hers, not sure from when, referenced here.

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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #4 on: Dec 07, 16, 07:10:45 PM »
Per the use of Nicole's gifted Purple Dusk to Green roll...

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Purple Dusk birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Green Jewel at your offering.

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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #5 on: Jan 05, 17, 09:18:22 AM »

Registry Cleanup Notice

This character sheet has been inactive within the Keep's Registry for over 2 weeks. If you wish to keep this character sheet (including the Jewels rolled) you will need to reply to this thread within 2 weeks or else you will forfeit the character and the Jewels.
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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #6 on: Jan 05, 17, 05:25:48 PM »
I might as well keep this one...  ;)

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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #7 on: Jan 19, 17, 06:48:46 PM »
Keeping.

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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #8 on: Feb 06, 17, 09:05:11 AM »
Keeping

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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #9 on: Feb 19, 17, 03:57:49 PM »
Ready for review.

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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #10 on: Feb 22, 17, 08:40:31 AM »

This application has been reviewed!

Check your private messages for feedback. When you have made the requested changes please reply to this post and let us know you are ready for the next round!

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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #11 on: Feb 25, 17, 05:40:46 PM »
Ready for round two.

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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #12 on: Feb 25, 17, 08:41:45 PM »


...but not yet ready for play! As a Dual Caste male petition, Devesh needs two HBC approvals before he's ready to go.
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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #14 on: Feb 25, 17, 09:52:34 PM »
You guys are the best. Thanks for being there for all my questions and neuroses. Bring it in.

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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #15 on: Feb 25, 17, 11:08:21 PM »
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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #16 on: Jan 17, 18, 09:39:10 PM »
Can my righteous friend here have a righteous Dark Ally Roll? (Posted in January Transaction Thread)

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Re: Devesh Acharya
« Reply #17 on: Jan 17, 18, 09:47:34 PM »
Your Dark Ally was Weighed by Mother Night...

...and rose from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Purple Dusk Birthright Jewel, and a cut Green Jewel at their Offering.

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