House Socorro

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House Socorro

HISTORY
Founded: Age of Ash 4297

SIGNIFICANCE
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SYMBOLISM
Gold: generosity and elevation of the mind
Black: constancy or grief
Purple: royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice
Maroon: patient in battle and yet victorious
Rose: mark of the seventh son, red rose symbolizes grace and beauty
Apple/berries: liberality, felicity, and peace
Fox: one who will use all of the wisdom or wit he/she possess in his/her own defense
Sphinx: omniscience and secrecy
Viola da Braccio (violin, viola, cello, double bass): well-composed person of tempered judgment; contemplation; musicality and creativity

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House Members

Member List
Main Line
Sebastián Socorro, Lord-Regent
Sophie Socorro née Corvané, Lady-Regent

Degare Coeur Socorro - Lord-Regent

Secondary Line
Camila Socorro - Veir - Sister to Sebastián
Matías Socorro-Serrano - Veir

Eloi Socorro - Veir - Son of Camila
Lola Socorro née Spicero - Veir

Cain Socorro - Lesser Veir

Valran
Lucia Dal’Seileach

Member Bios

Veir

Degare

Degare Coeur Socorro

Details
Age: 102
Race: Sil'Norai
Height: 6'8''
Weight: 170

Occupation: Lord-Regent of House Socorro
Title: Veir

Skills
Magic: Bane, Blood Magic, Mentalism, Remnant

Skills: Instrumentals, Psychology, Sociology, Politics, Research, Biology, Torture, Deception, Investigation, Persuasion, Rhetoric, Negotiation, Etiquette, Seduction, Botany, Doll Making, Business, Finance





Description:
-> Curious, Intelligent, Passionate, Loyal, Callous, Cruel, Distant, Obsessive, Hedonistic

Personality

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To those who do not know him, the man appears as cold, intelligent, aloof and mysterious. A complete stranger would assume he is Entente, though this is likely because of how much of himself is often covered. Face revealed, one is likely to think of him as imposing, intimidating, or macabre in his expressions. In settings amongst fellow Entente, his body language and movements come across as dramatic and theatrical, telling stories as much with his hands and face as his words. He deliberately chooses to come across as distinctly distant, keeping well over an arm’s length between him and others. He will come across as flirtatious in some instances, though his tastes are widely considered unknown since his flirtations are often disingenuous.

If one were to find themselves stepping over his initial boundaries, he is passionate, curious, and his flare for the dramatic is much, much louder. It would be revealed that he is naturally a pleasure seeker, one who lives simply for being alive and experiencing the highs and lows all of existence has to offer. Not a goal oriented person, he is around for the journey– often getting upset if people insist upon mentioning its end. When genuinely excited about something, he will go after it like a hound catching the scent of its prey. What piques his particular interests, however, is hard to pin down.

Going deeper, his closer bonds experience his unwavering, steel-clad loyalty. This is rare, since he is loath to allow himself to connect to others as he believes that relationships are a weakness easily exploited. Possessing few firm bonds, to those who have earned this privilege he is rather affectionate and saccharine with his expressions and general demeanor. He will typically act as if a gracious host towards those he genuinely appreciates, tending to their needs in a doting fashion with the goal of keeping them appeased in whatever manner they see fit.

Finally, if one were to become romantically acquainted with him, his passion ignites in flames that burn hot like a thousand suns. He will exhibit similar behaviors to how he would treat a close friend but emboldened tenfold, his affections become akin to fanaticism in this regard. Loyal to a fault, defensive to a fault, nearly obsessive in nature. A natural caretaker, this can unfortunately overflow into some more controlling traits. In all his life, only one has truly discovered this side of him. Despite myriad sexual relationships over the years, he struggles to trust those who express interest in romancing him still. He will also express extreme bitterness to any mention of the Arlaed.

Recent History

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Within the past two years, he found himself ever more preoccupied with the growing popularity of the macabre little performances he’d put on at the parties hosted by his House. As the frequency of him playing host rose, he also found himself becoming slowly more involved in the social lives of those who would attend. Initially, it was rare for him to ever leave the balcony on which he sat where he’d manipulate the ‘performers’ below with tethers. As increasing amounts of time flitted by and he became more acquainted with estranged family members, he was drawn further away from that isolated island. After Averre’s death, it had become rather difficult to shake the immense amount of apathy towards everything around him, but that was finally beginning to diminish as he waded back into the waters of the social games the Entente were wanting to play.

The whispers of forbidden blood magic swirling between the lips of the privileged ones around him also played an important role in drawing him out of his reclusive state.

As of the end of 4621, Degare has acquired his wish: Blood Magic. That is not all he gained in that moment, however. He and the master Vandikar that granted it to him connected to one another rather deeply. The threads of their fate had only just begun to weave together; it was impossible for either of them to tell just how intertwined the two would become.

At the start of Glade 4622, his beloved blood mage had gone missing only to suddenly reappear just after the elf had begun to mourn him. As of the present, Degare is exceptionally unstable in terms of his emotions; his future, as a result, has set a wide array of branching paths before him: where will the hands of fate guide him?

Cain

Cain Socorro

Details
Age: 55
Race: Half Rathor-Neoalt
Half Human
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 170

Occupation: Sunderer
Title: Veir

Skills
Magic: Resonance, Baptism, Sundering

Skills: Singing, Archaeology, Sociology, Politics, Research, Biology, Torture, Deception, Investigation, Persuasion, Rhetoric, Negotiation, Etiquette, Swimming, Climbing, Acrobatics, Unarmed, Survival, Hunting, Tracking






Description:
-> Sadistic, Curious, Intelligent, Cruel, Fastidious, Controlling, Impatient, Capricious

Personality

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To strangers, he will come off has cold and predatory. Lacking inherent interest in socialization, he is blunt and to the point when communicating with those he doesn't know well or doesn't care for. The way he talks might come off as mechanical or stilted at times. The man is also notably lacks patience and will become irritable very quickly if he perceives somebody to be wasting his time in one way or another. If you are of no use to him, he'll have no interest in you.

Cain is capable of a wide range of emotions, he's just spent a lot of time learning to suppress them as he finds emotions only complicate matters. As a result, it is very difficult to move beyond his initial frost-bound boundaries. If one does, he will become notably warmer and a lot more talkative, especially in regards to subjects that interest him. Incredibly curious, he seeks knowledge of all types and on all subjects. This curiosity, however, is entirely unmitigated by ethics or morals of any fashion. His only limiters are personal ones which tend to be rather capricious in nature.

To lovers, he is incredibly passionate and doting, though this might be because the lines between 'lover' and 'possession' are rather blurred in his head. However, if he considers you 'his,' he'll treat you like royalty. Lovers are also the only people who will ever see the full range of his emotions and the more complex facets of his personality; showing these things to others he's not oath-bound to is pointless, he believes.

Recent History

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As of late, Cain has picked up a new craft– Sundering. It took a bit to be able to get his hands on all of the tools, but plundering the ships of those he lured into the rocks was reasonable enough in terms of pulling a profit. In theory, he could've dipped into the house's funds for this endeavor but he's always preferred self sufficiency over owing anybody anything, even his own family.

To facilitate his new profession, he recalled a secluded cave with only one entrance in upper Daravin off the coast of Leride. Before purchasing his tools, he traveled there and used his true form to navigate a series of underwater tunnels that eventually led to the isolated cavern. Once within, he installed a Shard Resonator that would connect back to the one he had in Daravin. Slowly, he managed to use these two portals to convert the cavern into a Sundering workshop for his personal use.

While his newfound passion for Sundering is appearing to take precedence, his love for history, sociology, archaeology and his magic are still quite present in his every day life. Cain's interest will always be piqued at the notion of a new discovery or hidden, ancient knowledge.

Valran

Lucia

NPC: Lucia Dal’Seileach

Details
Age: 67
Race: Sil'Norai
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 175

Occupation: Valran to Veir Degare Socorro
Title: Valran
NPC Type: Personal/Companion
Influence: 6

Skills
Magic: Malformity (Journeyman: 50), Brand (Apprentice: 25), Bane (Novice: 0)

Skills: Persuasion (Expert: 75), Seduction (Expert: 75), Deception (Apprentice: 25)




Description:
-> Charming, intelligent, methodical, flirtatious, curious, sadistic, cruel, loyal, passionate

Personality: A coquettish social butterfly, she works as a wolf in sheep’s clothing for her Veir. Coming off to most as demure, sweet and utterly charming, she’s able to put most people at ease, convincing them to trust her even sometimes after the first conversation. In reality, she is a cold, vicious hunter of a woman. She likes making people trust her, love her, even– and then breaking them. These habits serve her well under Degare’s employ as she functions as an extra set of eyes and ears, loyal exclusively to him.

History:

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Living on the poorer outskirts of Veranor, her life was never easy but her family did what they could. For Sil’Norai, love, marriage and family had special value on the emotional ties between members. Love was meant to last, and especially in the modern day, fertility was overall low. Any child at all was a blessing, so Lucia was cherished by her parents and in turn, she cherished them.

One cool summer evening, her mother sent her out to the market to pick up a few things while her parents stayed home to prepare a meal and do other chores at the house. It didn’t take her all too long, maybe an hour or so because the little lass was somewhat slow to move. However, this time frame allowed her to only narrowly escape the fate of her parents and a fair few of her neighbors.

When she arrived back to the street on which she lived, everything was oddly quiet. Doors were closed, nobody was outside– which was odd. Usually, there would be signs of life to at least some degree, even as the sun was setting…but that wasn’t the strangest part. Blood splatter, bloody footprints, handprints and marks in general lay scattered in the street, the door handles, the walls. Her heart sank.

Slowly, she crept towards the door of her home in the eerie silence of the evening. Opening it, what she saw ruined her. Two corpses on the floor, blood splattered everywhere. They were barely recognizable as the parents that raised her given the fact that near to all of the flesh and viscera had been removed and either consumed or strewn on the floor soaking in puddles of slowly coagulating blood.

Her whole life as she knew it was over. In shock, she collapses to the floor near the bodies and remains there in a catatonic state for days. After not hearing from her parents at all during that time, a concerned aunt who’d been planning a way for both families to leave Sil-Elaine stopped by the house and came upon the rotting scene and traumatized girl. Collecting her niece, the woman takes her leave and puts a lot more effort into expediting their departure.

Her aunt and her aunt’s lover planned on joining with a caravan leaving Sil-Elaine to Daravin. The two of them were talented glassblowers and passed off the young Lucia as their daughter. Thoroughly traumatized, she barely spoke a word for quite a long time to the mix of refugees and merchants that accompanied her on this journey.

They took a great risk trying to escape through the west– the area was known to be crawling with Dranoch of all types but it was either that or die to magithermal entropy in the north. Alternatively, they could stay in Sil-Elaine, but then they’d probably die to Dranoch anyways, so was there really even a good choice out of all three? Their answer, as expected, is no. The small group of travelers made it just over halfway through their chosen route when their luck ran out. Much as they did their best to be careful, there is only so much one can do to hide from the senses and erratic movements of traveling Dranoch. For the second time in Lucia’s short life, everyone she loved was slain, only this time she had to see it happen.

Once they realized they’d been spotted, the young girl’s aunt and uncle told her they needed to run through the bog and fast, using the mud of the bog to cover their scent. Legs can only take you so fast, though, and a stray botchling spotted this small fragment of the main group. In a final act of love, her last remaining family took the hit and died keeping the thing busy while Lucia dove into the waters of the bog, covering herself in the mud before crawling out.

Blackened, muddy and about as feral as the beasts she was running from by now, the girl kept running in the direction she had been told they were going. Somehow, she managed to cross the border of Daravin and run into an actual trade caravan, this one native to the nation she’d not even realized she’d managed to enter. In some tiny modicum of fortune, the caravan lead was a Sil’Norai himself and took pity on her. Much as he knew her fate in Daravin wouldn’t be kind, it would at least be a future. Leaving her like this would be damning her to the grave.

Eventually, the slow moving merchant caravan made its way to the Daravinic city of Boghadar, in Verant. The man spearheading it had family in this city and so it was here that they would stop. With nowhere to go, no money, and no Marks of Power, little Lucia and was forced to accept her new role as a slave to the family that held the reigns over the caravin lead and his kin.

This new life was excruciating for her especially since she’d arrived not knowing a single word of Raillen or Common; eventually, she was taught to speak, read and write Raillen by the other slaves and a kinder Valran. As time passed, she began to loathe the lack of control she had in her life. Every decision was made for her by those above her and she was treated and used by them however they saw fit.

Days upon months upon years began to pass and Lucia, now in her twenties, gained a fair bit of social confidence that she now planned to use to claw herself out of the pit that was her life. One of the Veir in the house she resided within had a Malformity mark, a weak mind, and a lonely heart; thus, she made him her target. Using a combination of her physical allure and sweet charm, she was able to cozy up to him and eventually convinced him to give her the mark of Malformity. Her plan finally bearing fruit, she continued to use him for a while for the purposes of refining her skills with the Mark. As more time passed and more honeyed words and promises of eternal love and affection were shared between the two, the man offered her his second mark– that of Brand. Happily, she accepted and succeeded in that initiation as well.

Now bearing two marks of her own and with some modicum of skill in her Malformity, she found herself rising in title to that of Valran. However…she wanted nothing to do with the man whose marks she’d stolen, nor did she want anything to do with his house or family. After all, they possessed little power and, frankly, bored her. It was during this period of time that she began whispering saccharine words and weaving webs of lies in an attempt to be brought on to a different, and hopefully more interesting, house.

Entering her thirties, she succeeded. She pitched her skills and talents for subterfuge, information gathering and spycraft to Lords Degare and Averre of House Socorro and they decided to accept her request. There was little her old house could do in reaction to this given their more limited influence.

As years passed under the employ of her new House, she found herself actually admiring and forming pretty much the only genuine bond with another person since she’d left Sil-Elaine with her new Veir, Degare. When his husband passed, the Lord leaned heavily upon her for emotional support and the two forged a bond more tightly entwined than the strongest of elements.