Alys Zebeeba
Unnamed as of yet
She rarely remains still, in terms of both her fidgeting and her shifting appearance.
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Children
Gender
Female
Hair
None, just spikes
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Grey and dark brown scales
Height
5' 5"
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Relinquishing Tenthur's Guise
These events occur sometime between landing in Winter’s Grasp but before meeting Timir Gorranson. It takes place late in the evening, at the Enclave hideout. Only the party is present, sitting around a large round table and chatting before heading off to bed.
Tenthur dances around the topic of his disguises and speaking about himself until eventually, the conversation shifts its focus that way.
He somewhat sarcastically admits his disguises have been more than mundane. Reading the room, he follows up with an explanation. He tells the party he’s an experienced shapeshifter, but has always been reserved about sharing this talent. He justifies that he’s now willing to share this information because of the trust he has in everyone and that he wishes to stay with the Enclave for the foreseeable future. “I’ll be of much more use during missions now that the act is up” he boasts, as if defending himself in an argument.
Tenthur then touches on the root of his mistrust. This part of his confession does not come out as fluidly, he stumbles over words and takes longer pauses. “I have reason to believe that some people may be . . . attempting to monitor me. But don’t be alarmed! They mean no harm, . . . so long as I don’t share some knowledge . . . from my past. Which, I don't plan on doing! It’s no good to us anyway, and it would only result in trouble for myself.”
“And anyways, with my shapeshifting I’ve been doing a good job of keeping them out of my hair. They’re only interested in 1 person after all, and it's been a long time since I was that individual.”
However, he explains that while using this singular disguise (Tenthur) for so long has been beneficial in the trust and sense of belonging amongst the party, it’s also been a risk. “I used to change my appearance up to 8 times a day!” He announces with a little chuckle. “And I think its come time to return to that practice, as a safe measure. Although the folks monitoring me have no orders to cause me harm, they can be unpredictable. I don’t know if they’ll act on personal feelings. It’s for this reason that I want to change my identity more regularly. I’m sorry, I cannot say any more. They have no business interfering with me, as long as I don't overshare, hence the no details.” He breaks to read the room, looking around to meet everyone else’s gaze.
“Do you think you could all call me by another name, I mean not my birth name, but one that still feels true to myself, It’s one of much significance. My closest friends used to know me by.” He asks hesitantly and sheepishly, trying to read your faces. “Alhimaya” he says warmly with a smile.
Lastly, he apologizes, his voice lowers and becomes heartfelt “I understand if this has weakened or broken your trust in me. But if that be the case, my hope is now that you really know me, I can make it up to you”
In Session Part - Friday June 24th ----------------------------------------------------------------------
Silas then asks if Tenthur could demonstrate his abilities. At this point in the conversation the mood is lighter, and Tenthur appears less anxious. He agrees, doing a little dance on the spot and a big pair of Chrysatoan wings sprout of his shoulder blades. Tenthur looks to be having fun. He then does a very fast paced shuffle and ends it by crouching down towards Silas, his Ongle body still towering over the little otter. Silas’ watches as Tenthur’s facial structure slides about, morphing like its squishy. His huge arched back begins to shrink along with his head. All this occurs in a split second and then, Tenthur’s become a Shueli. He gives a devilish grin, knowing how macabre the transforming act looks.
When Silas asks to see Tenthur’s real appearance, he becomes shy. “I’m not sure . . .” he pauses. “It’s been a long time since I’ve publicly been her. I’m just not comfortable in her skin.”
During the party’s meeting, Aonar raises the issue that she may not recognize Alhimaya/Tenthur walking around the Enclave and assume he’s an intruder. Tenthur agrees to have a few staple identities which he’ll use around the Enclave, and other groups alike.
Tenthur Dal
Tenthur Dal has large rough hands and a gentle smile.
This disguise has to be stronger if Alys is to use it as intended. It needs to feel more rooted in the world, not just a passing face, but a full-bodied identity. Perhaps I’ll start with his job history? Alys thinks to herself. She’s walking through the cold desert, staring at the stars as she reaches the edge of town.
The next evening, she’s sitting at the edge of the bed in her dim room at the Foxtail Inn in Khasiba. Once she feels her mind grasp onto a rough image of what he might look like, she stands up at attention. As the image becomes clearer, she steps into the center of the room, raising her arms over her head. She slowly dances about, spinning and standing on her toes. Her eyes are closed.
Suddenly, her nimble movements become sloppy. Her arms feel heavy and have an added inertia, dragging her clumsy feet behind them. Her eyes open and look to the little mirror hung on the wall. He’s looking back at her, just as she imagined. Her newest disguise.
