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Below is a list of all of Brit's people involved in the Dou world. If it does not say 'Type,' they are not Dou, but one of the other races involved. The Dou world is called Sigil; her sister planets are Poes, Novem, Silvanus, Midgarde, and Solarian (I'm missing a few names- there are 9 total).

The list is sorted by location for easy reference.

Anscythe
A Proper Sort of City

• Brigham Reese
  Type: Tarot: The Emperor
  Bondmate: None
  Family: Avery (brother), Harlan [deceased] and Chiros (nephews)
  Alliance: Avery

Avehn
City of Angels

• Aleksander
  Gender: Male
  Title: Angel of Mysteries
  Race: Angel
  Lover: Wise
  Family: None
  Alliance: Avehn
  
  
• Elohim
  Twins, born under a join lunar-solar eclipse, foretold to bring strife and salvation.
  Gender: Male
  Title: Angel of the Sun [Prophesied]
  Race: Angel
  Lover: None
  Family: Tristain (brother), Reime and Felicia (daughters)
  Alliance: Avehn
  
  
• Felicitates
  Gender: Female
  Title: Council of Avehn
  Race: Angel
  Lover: Patriarch, Prince of Lehl
  Family: Elohim (father), Reime (sister)
  Alliance: Avehn
  
  
• Leiter
  Gender: Male
  Title: Angel of Life
  Race: Angel
  Lover: None
  Family: None
  Alliance: Avehn
  
  

Barbados
Harbor of Lilies

• Chriat Schallen
  Title: Lord of Barbados
  Type: Watercolor
  Bondmate: None
  Family: Rekuen Schallen (adopted son), Valyn (previous master)
  Alliance: Himself
  

The Heldere
The Iron Castle

• Naphtali Chaim
  Title: Prince of the Heldere
  Type: Desert Angel
  Bondmate: Manen I'qath
  Family: Relenchas and Rethelust (sons)
  Alliance: The Heldere, the Northern Kings
  

Gershom
Darkness Without End

• Coven
  Title: Prince
  Type: Forgotten/Tragic Prince
  Bondmate: _______________
  Family: None
  Alliance: Gershom
  

Lehl
City of Demons

• Rebbekah
  Title: Lord Knight
  Race: Demon [Cat]
  Bondmate: None
  Family: None
  Alliance: Lehl
  
  
• Tristain Belvedere
  Twins, born under a join lunar-solar eclipse, foretold to bring strife and salvation.
  Title: Demon of the Moon
  Race: Demon (Blessed, then Fallen)
  Bondmate: None
  Family: Elohim (twin), Reime and Felicia (nieces)
  Alliance: None
  

Midgarde
The Ultimate Civilization

• Tabbris
  Race: Apostle [Self-Destruction]
  Bondmate: None
  Family: None
  Alliance: None but himself
  

Pallida
The Chess Arena

• Morgandy Li-Merrindale
  Type: Ocean Storm
  Bondmates: Fu, Sagaki, Veronkai
  Family: Alain and Sah (parents), various brothers, Li Clan
  Alliance: Li Clan
  
  
• JezaHart
  Race: BearCat (Burkie) ELDER
  Gender: Male
  BearCat Gender: Female
  Mate: Deceased
  Family: Various children, including LockLear and FheraKye
  Alliance: Tribe
  
  
• FheraKye
  Race: BearCat (Burkie)
  Gender: Female
  BearCat Gender: Female
  Mate: None
  Family: JezaHart (father), Locklear (brother), various other siblings
  Alliance: Tribe

Poes
World of Sin and Debauchery

• Fujio Saramanthi
  Gender: Male
  Title: The Painter [GUARDIAN]
  Domain: Creativity, expression, manipulation, fertility, earth
  Lover: Ogre
  Family: Siam and Burma
  Alliance: Poes, Ogre
  
  
• Siam Saramanthi
  Gender: Female
  Title: The Dancer [GUARDIAN]
  Domain: War, passion, strong emotion, strategy, leadership/rulership
  Lover: None (*coughShenomgcough*)
  Family: Fujio and Burma
  Alliance: Poes

POLES: Solarian Prison
End of the Line

• Linette Clarion
  Gender: Male
  Race: 90% Angel, 10% Demon
  Lover: None (or any)
  Family: None
  Alliance: Himself
  
  
• Coyote
  Gender: Male
  Race: 50% Demon, 50% Solarian
  Lover: None stupid enough to try
  Family: Deceased
  Alliance: None

Underground
The Darkness Under The Surface

• Camellia L'istessori St. Mint
  Type: Poison Ivy
  Bondmate: None
  Family: Spicata and Keys (parents), Lor and Cey (brothers), Enlil (grandfather)
  Alliance: Enlil, Himself, Lilith (current)
  
  
• Jeumonde (Joy)
  Type: Methamphetamine
  Bondmate: Lullaby
  Family: None
  Alliance: Himself, Enlil

West
Glittering Ice

• Tsander
  Type: Metachemist
  Bondmate: None
  Family: None
  Alliance: Jenyi

Western United Front
The Pack

• Ilex
  Type: Emperor of Holy
  Bondmate: Valyn
  Family: Mah and Valyn (brothers at arms, and more), Reese and Jereth (sons)
  Alliance: WUF
  
  
• Reese Fleur Tien
  Type: Tarot: The Magician
  Bondmate: None
  Family: Ilex and Valyn (parents), Kaz/Chi/Seraph (biological parents), Jereth (twin)
  Alliance: WUF
  
  
• Rekuen Schallen
  Type: Prism
  Bondmate: Mah
  Family: Chriat (father), the WUF generals, Tiergan (foster son)
  Alliance: Neutral, WUF
  
  
• Wilhelm
  Type: DJ Headphones
  Bondmate: None
  Family: Forecastle (twin)
  Alliance: WUF

Sweet Stillness


The sound of breaking glass was almost too quiet in the burning hiss of explosions.

Of course, Nova heard it coming. How could he not? Though it had been a long time since he was subjected to such immediate violence, the sounds were unmistakable. Alone, the slender man stood behind his bar, cleaning glasses and blowing platinum hair out of his eyes as the momentum rained steadily closer. There was nothing he valued on that bar- even the prints of the tarot cards, framed so carefully, were just prints. He loved them, but there were other copies- nothing here was irreplaceable.

Except him. And that was a loss they weren't going to be able to take.

He knew they were Infernis by the pattern of their movements. His laptop was secured under the bar, behind a bulletproof shell, but he didn't need it to run this analysis; he'd grown up on these sounds, these patterns. The only difference now was that they wore a little bit more distinct forms, and they blended in a bit better with the population. They probably thought that this Hotel was as valuable as the original Hotel Ballotin- they overestimated the situation. The only remnant of that Hotel was a small bunker in the underlevels, just in case- and Nova's bar. Unfortunately, Nova's bar was entirely his personal collection of armaments and treasures, so all they would end up doing was pissing one usually-mild-mannered man off.

Novalle Reese-Fleur did not appreciate having his bar shot up. Thank you very much.

He tucked his cloth away and racked the last glass. The bar was absolutely pristine; Starfall was his current pride and joy, and he reveled in making it perfect every night, when everyone had gone to bed. Four in the morning was a good time to be alone, the sounds of night dancing along the edges of his nerves in a symphony that demanded movement like a pulse. He still wore the black jeans and loose white button shirt that caressed his thin body, worshipping him like a God of Spring and starlight; it wasn't ideal for this situation. He didn't like being so vulnerable, but what was a man to do? Body armor was so bulky.

With a faint sigh of regret, he pulled out his cell and hit number 4. 2 was his boss, Demitasse Ballotin; 3 was his father, Kazimiras; and 5 was Fai Li Hisui just because everyone in the Clan needed his number on speed dial. 4 lead to his other father, Chi, and he leaned against the bar as Chi's sharp voice answered the phone. He didn't have time to register what he said, exactly, or to answer questions- just enough time to leave his father a verbal postit note. He spoke in Chinese to this one, French to the other, so leaving his message in English must have been something of a shock.

"Papa, it looks like I'll be needing a set of your guns for my own," he murmured. "Automatics, I just don't think the revolvers are going to be fast enough. I'll call you to discuss when the dust clears." In the background of his very short call echoed the sounds of his pistols coming out of their holsters and the stash under the bar, magazines hammering into place and slides drawing back to chamber rounds. Perhaps Chi could even hear the distant sound of breaking glass- his father's hearing was very good. Nova didn't give him time to respond, however, and he turned the cell off before dropping it in the sheltered area with his laptop. Reprogramming those numbers was an absolute b***h.

They came as he expected. He didn't know if they were after the hotel, him, or just passing the time with victims that would add to their count; the streets were getting a little bit more dangerous every day. Likely, there were many dead people in the lobby of the Hotel, but he had heard no sound at all- unnerving. Memory flashed to a child's viewpoint, standing next to his twin on the edge of the wall around Sanctum- the Halo- and tugging at his father's hand. Below them lay a field of Infernis, struggling with the magical and technological barriers that kept the survivors safe.

"Papa? What are all of them doing out there?"

Kazimiras' distant emerald eyes, so much like his own, watching the mass of darkness with a trace of pity, but no remorse. "They think they are protecting the world- those that can think. Some of them are just mindless, Novalle- what happens when an animal becomes rabid, and can't be healed?"

A child's straightforward logic. "You have to put it down."

"Exactly."

When they came through the doors of his bar, destroying the heavy glass and wood with the star pattern that he had picked out himself, the guns were still laying flat on the bar. His hands were braced on the wood, head down, hair falling over his face as he listened to the sounds of shadow. When they were halfway across the room, his head was still down- at only a few feet away, the guns were in his hands, and he was cutting them down like grass. His emerald eyes were still closed, until the first magazines were empty; by then, there was enough of a pause that he could open his eyes, reassess the situation, and reload.

It was then that he realized there were a few more of them than he'd thought. Enough to bring back nightmares of the Hotel Ballotin flooding with Infernis, making it a wasteland littered with Demitasse's prized collection of swords and jewelry. Fortunately for him- though he did realize that term was relative- they all seemed to be concentrated on the bar. Perhaps he was the strongest life source in the area, the one with the most promise; if that was true, he had t give them credit for good taste.

This wasn't a fight for guns. While he would have liked to keep his guns in his hands, things had gotten much too close; the only man he knew that could have finished this fight with guns was Chi, and he unfortunately wasn't around at the moment. Anyone else would have gotten out while they were ahead, or changed weapons- so, he changed weapons.

Kazimiras fought with guns, but also with knives. Nova had learned Chi's gun katas from a very early age, as well as Kaz's acrobatics and liquid movement- but the heaviest influence on his style was a certain smoking, absinthe-drinking jade dragon. The sword he slid out from under the bar was a temporary measure only, an excuse to get him to the center of the room but it performed beautifully; it was almost an afterthought as he cut his path. Loose in his hand, the weight so perfectly balanced, it had been a gift from Demitasse years ago- there was deep regret as the blade snapped, but the useless hilt left his hands without thought. There was no time to consider as his hands fell into the movements he had learned so long ago, the Li style slipping over his slender form as if it had been painted there by a master artist.

It wasn't about violence. It wasn't about causing damage- if you reached that point with the Li style, you had already half-failed. It was sharply effective when brought into play, however, particularly if one were surrounded- it took bare moments for him to clear the space he needed. They had been forced to modify the style because his body was so light, but that had been a long time past; and as his hands flowed in front of him he wasn't even winded. Gestures circled, hands came to rest in front of his chest, flat and parallel, right over the left. Between his light fingers, a glowing outline of a single card appeared, spinning in mid-air.

"Let fall the barriers of Time, and the presence of all Movement," he said softly, but the room throbbed with the words. "Unto this room, ring the sounds of Silence and Stillness; bring to my hands the spirit of Rest and Breathlessness. A gift of Pause, only to the worthy few."

His hands flicked apart, and the card solidified for just a bare second into a tarot card- the Star. "Starfall," he purred, and the card exploded outward...but this explosion left no sound in its wake. Instead, everything went very still- and time stopped for a few minutes, leaving a small horde of Infernis snarling, ready to tear him apart- but completely powerless. His breath was loud in the sudden silence, a taste of a purr curled in the back of his throat at the sensation of power the magic was giving him. His family's gift, the power of the cards- he pulled his second pistol from the small of his back, placing a single bullet directly in the forehead of every single creature present in his bar.

Once he was certain he'd gotten them all, he flicked a hand and the magic died. He sagged with it, leaning heavily on the bar as the stench of blood and shadow rolled over him; his phone found its way into his fingers again, but this time he called Demitasse.

"Gonna need some reconstruction on the bar, boss," he murmured in French, "and a cleanup crew. I'd appreciate it- as soon as you can manage." He hung up on one of his family for the second time that night, and rested most of his tall body over the bar.

Tuesday really just wasn't his night.