#i got ari and jh in here
it’s exalted secret santa time…
Aryabhata (they/them) is a Defiler Caste Infernal that loves what they do.
They were mortal once. They quickly got over it. Ari was a mind of full of ideas and a heart full of hubris since they were a young teen, always setting ambition above healthy limits. Despite the constant strain, Ari always delivers.
They would first antagonize any fresh young Dragon-Blooded in their hometown, especially the one or two set to attend the Heptagram. They thought if they pushed themselves enough, won against them enough, they would Exalt.
An exaltation never came. They were of low status and wrote their feats of engineering and theory on the backs of borrowed paper. Never deterred, they barely slept, wanting to live as only the way they want, no matter what they wanted.
They lied.
They lied so well they realized it was easier to become something they weren’t than to force the world to recognize them as what they were. They lied so well, in fact, that they swindled their way into the Heptagram (as a mortal with no official backing). Lied so well that they not only finished their education, but had stellar marks (even if everyone wasn’t sure if they hated them or not), and lied so well that the only ones who noticed their secret demon summoning was the Yozi.
They didn’t lie during their graduation speech, however. They didn’t lie when they said they were a Demon Prince, and they didn’t lie about the magic deadly locusts set to attack anyone who followed them into the night.
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Ari is short (4′11), energetic, manic, and larger than life. Their biggest patrons are Szoreny and She Who Lives In Her Name, granting wonderful abilities regarding quicksilver/mirrors and levitation. Purple is their color. They are known to make wacky science devices, almost always to help them in Sexy Rivalry.
THEORIES OF NOTE: Round Creation theory, “Gravity Is Possible Through Spheres,” and the notorious Because I Told You So essay.
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Jade Hand (he/him) is an Eclipse Caste Solar who has a rough time with his exaltation.
Born in Lookshy, his career began with military service. Infantry, quartermaster, failed special service, and airship pilot. His experiences in war have scarred him, with the most traumatic being the battle against Thorns.
His real career worked underneath this, kept him sane. At first he was writing things for his fellow mates in the barracks, and then he was writing for himself, and then.. he wanted to write for the city, the real city, the people suffering under bloodshed and oppression.
He spearheaded a movement with some of his close friends, an underground not-quite-illegal club and political party that pushed for change.
Things happened. He failed.
Whatever was left of him by the end, it may as well have been emptiness. He left everything behind, including his loved ones, and walked alone into the Wyld.
He would disappear for 100 years. He would resurface, mysteriously, with the skin of verdant jade, faulty memories, and an Exaltation he does not rightly remember, now wondering when he would be free of glory.
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JH is 6′1, kind, and gentle for the most part. He has a tendency to worry and care for those he gets to know. He is usually masked to make his mutation more inconspicuous, but his close friends usually see him free of it. His calm demeanor can be quickly eroded into heated passion, as he is extremely opinionated about.. pretty much anything. He wears mostly browns and golds and oranges and reds.
PUBLICATIONS OF NOTE: political manifestos, children’s fantasy novels, and poetry.
