Puck has always had a reputation. Flirty, passionate, sweet, but above all, Plague.

The former leader of the Rot's Revelers, Puck has always been wild and obsessive over strength. He spits on the traditional Coatl idea that pale is equal to weakness. He has to see strength for himself, and judges those around him by their prowess. Be it in magic, in battle, in wit, or in any skill. He sees value in every skill, and will defend those physically weak if he deems them strong in other ways. This becomes most clear when he speaks about any of his children, but especially his adopted son, Icthanil. Even with their clash so strong years and years ago, Puck's pride in his frail, gentle son is palpable.

For all the talk of violence and his aged scars, Puck has had many lovers for a reason. He is still gentle and understanding when it comes to a lover. For all the bones and pus it's wrapped in, his heart is truely golden. He is patient with communication, using his feathers to emote to fae and careful to repeat himself if his humming becomes too much. He's extremely intuitive, watching and listening intently. He encourages potential in new members of The Silence with uncanny patience. Especially in the case of Lotus and his reluctant father-figure, Chriopeth.

Heavily Decayed

A survivor of the Reveling Decay, Puck has a stupid-strong immune system. However, his particular infection with the Decay threw him into a fever pitch that culminated in a madness. This madness is considered a result of recieving a gift from the Plaguebringer. Puck's gift causes him to release a pheramone that causes the release of adrenaline and endorphins in those around him when his emotions reach a feverish pitch, such as the heat of battle or the delight of a Revel, driving surrounding company into a feverish craze.

Spear Profeciency

Puck is devastating in battle with polearms, though spears and pikes are his preference anything long and pointy can get his, well, point across. After losing his right arm, he worked endlessly to keep up his prowess and has quite effectively done so, still vividly capable of pinning the fallen god, Vitra, when they spar.

Born with a terrible heart defect, paling even as he cracked out of his egg, his superstitious parents left him to die at a very young age. Had it not been for the intervention of a kind-hearted spiral from Lightning who stumbled upon him, he would have wasted away. Carrying a little magitech device in his chest now to keep him alive, the spiral would take him back to Arcane. To a clan known as The Nebula's Center. Under the careful eye of Comet, the orphan grew and played with a pair of siamese twins, Phenax and Erebos, the three quickly become thick as thieves.

But Comet was not loyal to the Arcanist. She raised them with the words of the Plaguebringer, the Mother of Filth. And when Imirear was called to His service and Limiri formally stepped down, Comet was next in line. And so the clan went through a major change. Comet had worked her magic on many clan members and it wasn't long before The Nebula's Center was no more and The Rot's Revelers were born. Puck, Erebos, and Phenax became her seconds, along with a mirror named Xenagos. Then came the Decay. And Puck accepted it, as of course he should. To hell with coatl superstition of sickness being a weakness. He would survive this, too.

But the Decay ravaged his body and mind. He clawed at his scales, tore his eye out, as fever madness took hold. But the fierce, sharp-witted coatl who came out the other side was a force like no other to be reckoned with. Swiftly becoming the clan's commander and coliseum champion, the revels were where he belonged. In the fray of indulgence and freedom.

Then Comet fell and he became leader. Barely matured, Puck then led through his prime. His wild ways and the kind heart that remained beneath seduced many a lover, and Puck has many children across the continent from his time as leader. His clever mind grew alliances with Beastclans and dragons alike and grew rivalries and tensions with others.

He remembers the day it all ended. The bone-chilling roars that haunt his dreams even now. That makes his stump ache with phantom pains. The crash of dens collapsing, and the screams of the dying. He remembers adrenaline and pain.

He remembers seeing stars.

Then he woke in Shadow. And never had he felt more betrayed. Perhaps it was fever-induced fury from his wounds, perhaps he was madder than anyone thought, but as his debilitating state forced him to inaction, a rage broiled within him. It didn't take long for others loyal to him to gather, and they became The Pack. For some time, Icthanil allowed it. It gave Puck his space to worship and practice in his own right and kept a part of the old clan alive. But they became worse and worse. Up until Puck's son, Reuel, was killed. And the coatl seemed to snap.

With sheer brute force, Icthanil managed to end the first battle and force The Pack from the city. But the civil war raged on and on. Then a face Puck hadn't seen since his hatchling days ended it swiftly. Imirear's words were law as a progenitor. Again, Puck was forced to inaction. He fumed and raged until the next revel. And it was the longest ever had. Old connections forged anew in blood and adrenaline. And Puck was sated. With a raging snap, the tensions finally relaxed. Puck finally relaxed. The Pack disbanded and The Silence formed.

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