Epsilon R. Bolodrav

Epsilon is the Dynasty Head of the Bolodrav Dynasty. In the meantime, she spends her days on a ranch of an odd structure, farming and ranching her cattle while occasionally getting into marching into organised crime.

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Epsilon was originally born in the great city of Fornost however she was born into nothing by someone who wanted nothing to do with her. She learnt her way through the winding streets and crowds of the city and lived off the litter and grub that many dropped clumsily but could always had the coin to purchase another bite.

One day, Epsilon found her way into an alley where a scuffle was taking place, figures of charcoal-grey lined the walls lit by candle light, they pointed fingers, moved erratically, a figure stood out in the midst of the men, one with pointed ears and was in different shape of the many citizens of the city. The biting of thumbs would quickly turn to shouts and cries and eventually a tussle of bricks and bottles ensued: Frightened, Epsilon ran from the shadows incase the conflict would run to her. She climbed over fences, ran into hanging clothes and hid in a crate.

All fell silent around her until a crash of knick-knacks fell from a barrel next to her hidey-hole. Someone came into her view, it was that odd one with pointed ears and such but seeing him upclose, he had a face of familiarity, a friend I would see many times on the streets but half of his face was eaten by the dark void of the sky with an eye that seemed like the prized amethyst of merchants. He panted and looked around frantically, Epsilon huddled up into a ball fearfully looking at the creature and then, he noticed Epsilon. He offered a ride out from the city, seeing how those men treated this person, I wondered how they would treat a street urchin like Epsilon if seen out and about. Although reluctant, Epsilon took the stranger's hand and he brisked them both on a cart down the road.

A safer haven.
The cart stopped in a city of bright lanterns and a phoenix dominated the central stage of it all. The figure picked Epsilon from the back and held her hand under a roof of crimson red, there were many interesting things that Epsilon had not seen such as the cute plush toys! She was dragged into an office and placed onto a chair. There, Epsilon would learn more of this figure: His name was Delta, the Arvye of Ziemia, the city that they were in currently. He was chased out of Fornost as he was a lycan. This was also where Epsilon got her name and Delta wished to become Epsilon's father figure, seeing how kind Delta had been for getting Epsilon out of any future conflict, she accepted happily.

Later that week, Epsilon met her other siblings. Delta noticed that his daughter had not been appareled yet and brought his more futile sons into a room. There were a brief scream and a loud thud followed by the squeals of saucy like things. Delta later came out on his own with a fursuit, a little pink and wet on the inside however. He smiled gleefully and Epsilon did too, she was finally fitting into the family.

A session of copium, featuring Epsilon.
''A slow hum fills the silent side of Ziemia Proper, not many ventured along this side of the pathway, not even the enforcers. The little pond was still tainted with a certain Alwin's blood along with a broken window two stories above.''

''On the porch, Epsilon sat reading the latest news. Chaotic feud ends with decrees of exile which included Alwin & the Gruner Head. Not many see the gloom that pulls down the smile from her face but now was a case of such.''

"I'm going in." She mumbled, kicking her door wide and slamming the paper into the injured Barzen. She went into the pantry and rummaged through the beans section. A certain comfort joy with a comforting product for her during hard times. "Audali Beans, these are hard to acquire during the time of war." She handed them to Barzen to grind them.

"Now for the equipment." She placed a mug made of seastone engraved with boulderovi symbols, a gift from her son: Olivius. A makeshift cone tube with a dripper. "Barzen, help me with the water and drink once you're done with grinding."

Epsilon went out to Grandmother's store to purchase a few potatoes for the pantry as it was running dry of them. Back home, she would add more honey in the cuts with some more herbs.

She sat down at the head of the long table. Perhaps she should mail those invites to her kin, the invites that always ended in the bin or as drafts because she can't find the right one. She rolls her eyes and invites her servants down, to relax themselves and to stop acting so.. reserved. A dinner that has only occurred thrice in the past. Where everyone are able to eat the most scrumptious potatoes of the region with their hands while sipping down Epsilon's flavourful coffee.