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	Born the only daughter of a Wyld Fae Trickster of rough reputation, Alice had a strange and troubled childhood. She never knew her mother, and her father would not speak of her, but over time she came to suspect that he had done what Trcicksters often do in the siring of progeny - he took on both roles, impregnating himself and bearing her to term in the form of a woman.		Born the only daughter of a Wyld Fae Trickster of rough reputation, Alice had a strange and troubled childhood. She never knew her mother, and her father would not speak of her, but over time she came to suspect that he had done what Trcicksters often do in the siring of progeny - he took on both roles, impregnating himself and bearing her to term in the form of a woman.

	It didn't matter. When she was old enough to fend for herself, he abandoned her to her own devices. An unaligned Fae among the wildest and roughest of the Fae was on the dangerous side of precarious, ~~resulting~~ in her eventually swearing fealty to Winter.		It didn't matter. When she was old enough to fend for herself, he abandoned her to her own devices. An unaligned Fae among the wildest and roughest of the Fae was on the dangerous side of precarious, and resulted in her eventually swearing fealty to Winter.

	The Unseelie court was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had ever been in the Wylds.		The Unseelie court was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had ever been in the Wylds.

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	The Magic came to her on its own, breathed on the chill wind, wrapping her in blankets of stars and night. She was no adept yet. But she was no slouch either.		The Magic came to her on its own, breathed on the chill wind, wrapping her in blankets of stars and night. She was no adept yet. But she was no slouch either.

	More and more these days, she found herself walking among mortals in their realm. They fascinated her, though their penchant for surrounding themselves with Iron was alarming. Still, most of them managed not to run afoul of the stuff, and if they could, she could too.		More and more these days, she found herself walking among mortals in their realm. They fascinated her, though their penchant for surrounding themselves with Iron was alarming. Still, most of them managed not to run afoul of the stuff, and if they could manage the feat, she could too.

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	Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing shortly after she had given fealty and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.		Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing shortly after she had given fealty and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.

	~~Though that~~ did not always end well.		That did not always end well.

	The Magic came to her on its own, breathed on the chill wind, wrapping her in blankets of stars and night. She was no adept yet. But she was no slouch either.		The Magic came to her on its own, breathed on the chill wind, wrapping her in blankets of stars and night. She was no adept yet. But she was no slouch either.

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	The Unseelie court was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had ever been in the Wylds.		The Unseelie court was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had ever been in the Wylds.

	~~For some reason,~~ Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.		Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing shortly after she had given fealty and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.

	Though that did not always end well.		Though that did not always end well.

Brahnamin: /* Personal Details */

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	Born the only daughter of a Wyld Fae Trickster of rough reputation, Alice had a strange and troubled childhood. She never knew her mother, and her father would not speak of her, but over time she came to suspect that he had done what Trcicksters often do in the siring of progeny - he took on both roles, impregnating himself and bearing her to term in the form of a woman.		Born the only daughter of a Wyld Fae Trickster of rough reputation, Alice had a strange and troubled childhood. She never knew her mother, and her father would not speak of her, but over time she came to suspect that he had done what Trcicksters often do in the siring of progeny - he took on both roles, impregnating himself and bearing her to term in the form of a woman.

	It didn't matter. When she was old enough to fend for herself, he abandoned her to her own devices. An unaligned Fae among the wildest and roughest of the Fae was on the dangerous side of precarious, resulting in her eventually swearing fealty to ~~the~~ Unseelie ~~throne. Winter~~ was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had ever been in the Wylds.		It didn't matter. When she was old enough to fend for herself, he abandoned her to her own devices. An unaligned Fae among the wildest and roughest of the Fae was on the dangerous side of precarious, resulting in her eventually swearing fealty to Winter.

			The Unseelie court was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had ever been in the Wylds.

	For some reason, Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.		For some reason, Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.

Brahnamin: /* Personal Details */

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	Born the only daughter of a Wyld Fae Trickster of rough reputation, Alice had a strange and troubled childhood. She never knew her mother, and her father would not speak of her, but over time she came to suspect that he had done what Trcicksters often do in the siring of progeny - he took on both roles, impregnating himself and bearing her to term in the form of a woman.		Born the only daughter of a Wyld Fae Trickster of rough reputation, Alice had a strange and troubled childhood. She never knew her mother, and her father would not speak of her, but over time she came to suspect that he had done what Trcicksters often do in the siring of progeny - he took on both roles, impregnating himself and bearing her to term in the form of a woman.

	It didn't matter. When she was old enough to fend for herself, he abandoned her to her own devices. An unaligned Fae among the wildest and roughest of the Fae was on the dangerous side of precarious, ~~and~~ resulting in her eventually swearing fealty to the Unseelie throne. Winter was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had ever been in the Wylds.		It didn't matter. When she was old enough to fend for herself, he abandoned her to her own devices. An unaligned Fae among the wildest and roughest of the Fae was on the dangerous side of precarious, resulting in her eventually swearing fealty to the Unseelie throne. Winter was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had ever been in the Wylds.

	For some reason, Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.		For some reason, Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.

Brahnamin: /* Personal Details */

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	Born the only daughter of a Wyld Fae Trickster of rough reputation, Alice had a strange and troubled childhood. She never knew her mother, and her father would not speak of her, but over time she came to suspect that he had done what Trcicksters often do in the siring of progeny - he took on both roles, impregnating himself and bearing her to term in the form of a woman.		Born the only daughter of a Wyld Fae Trickster of rough reputation, Alice had a strange and troubled childhood. She never knew her mother, and her father would not speak of her, but over time she came to suspect that he had done what Trcicksters often do in the siring of progeny - he took on both roles, impregnating himself and bearing her to term in the form of a woman.

	It didn't matter. When she was old enough to fend for herself, he abandoned her to her own devices. An unaligned Fae among the wildest and roughest of the Fae was on the dangerous side of precarious, and ~~she~~ eventually ~~swore~~ fealty to the Unseelie throne. Winter was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had ever been in the Wylds.		It didn't matter. When she was old enough to fend for herself, he abandoned her to her own devices. An unaligned Fae among the wildest and roughest of the Fae was on the dangerous side of precarious, and resulting in her eventually swearing fealty to the Unseelie throne. Winter was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had ever been in the Wylds.

	For some reason, Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.		For some reason, Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.

Brahnamin: /* Personal Details */

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	Born the only daughter of a Wyld Fae Trickster of rough reputation, Alice had a strange and troubled childhood. She never knew her mother, and her father would not speak of her, but over time she came to suspect that he had done what Trcicksters often do in the siring of progeny - he took on both roles, impregnating himself and bearing her to term in the form of a woman.		Born the only daughter of a Wyld Fae Trickster of rough reputation, Alice had a strange and troubled childhood. She never knew her mother, and her father would not speak of her, but over time she came to suspect that he had done what Trcicksters often do in the siring of progeny - he took on both roles, impregnating himself and bearing her to term in the form of a woman.

	It didn't matter. When she was old enough to fend for herself, he abandoned her to her own devices. An unaligned Fae among the wildest and roughest of the Fae was on the dangerous side of precarious, and she eventually swore fealty to ~~Winter~~. Winter was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had been in the Wylds.		It didn't matter. When she was old enough to fend for herself, he abandoned her to her own devices. An unaligned Fae among the wildest and roughest of the Fae was on the dangerous side of precarious, and she eventually swore fealty to the Unseelie throne. Winter was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had ever been in the Wylds.

	For some reason, Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.		For some reason, Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.

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	==Personal Details==		==Personal Details==
			Born the only daughter of a Wyld Fae Trickster of rough reputation, Alice had a strange and troubled childhood. She never knew her mother, and her father would not speak of her, but over time she came to suspect that he had done what Trcicksters often do in the siring of progeny - he took on both roles, impregnating himself and bearing her to term in the form of a woman.

			It didn't matter. When she was old enough to fend for herself, he abandoned her to her own devices. An unaligned Fae among the wildest and roughest of the Fae was on the dangerous side of precarious, and she eventually swore fealty to Winter. Winter was no soft home, but they kept the letter of the law. In that respect, she was much safer than she had been in the Wylds.

			For some reason, Boneweaver, a burly minotaur who spent most of his time on the Gates, took her under his wing and did his best to help her to navigate her new life. A Waywalker, he taught her to find the spaces between the Here and the There, between the Now and the Not Yet. He taught her how to whisper to the Ways, to suss out where they went before she even stepped in. But more importantly, he taught her to listen to the Ways and to trust them when they wanted to lead her.

			Though that did not always end well.

			The Magic came to her on its own, breathed on the chill wind, wrapping her in blankets of stars and night. She was no adept yet. But she was no slouch either.

			More and more these days, she found herself walking among mortals in their realm. They fascinated her, though their penchant for surrounding themselves with Iron was alarming. Still, most of them managed not to run afoul of the stuff, and if they could, she could too.

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	:'''Walker of the Ways Between'''		:'''Walker of the Ways Between'''
	:The Veil ~~between the realms~~ is thin for you and you step between ~~them~~ with ease. The Ways hear your whispers, and sometimes they whisper back.		:The Veil is thin for you, and you step between worlds with ease. The Ways hear your whispers, and sometimes they whisper back.
	:'''Invoke:''' When traveling the Ways of the Nevernever		:'''Invoke:''' When traveling the Ways of the Nevernever