Velkorim (VEL-ko-reem)
A Resident
Velkorim (a.k.a. Korim)
Velkorim never stayed long in one place, even before he was old enough to ride alone. Born of a people who lived between the margins—riverbanks, forest edges, and trade roads—he learned early how to tell stories with his hands. His mother etched copper bowls with patterns that foretold the weather; his father vanished before he could ask him why the wind always changed direction before festivals. As a teen, Velkorim crafted tiny bells that rang true in windless air. He was struck down by bandits while crossing unfamiliar land—left to bleed beneath the vultures.
He didn’t expect kindness. Lucius was quiet but unflinching, Amanellus soft-spoken and steady. Together they lifted him from the brink and gave him bread, water, and shelter without questions. He traveled with them out of both necessity and curiosity. The mist that claimed them seemed familiar somehow—like the fogs of old legends—but when he stepped through and felt his pain dissolve, he wept without shame.
Now in Tír na nÓg, Velkorim makes music. Not with instruments at first, but with metal, shaping windchimes, finger bells, and thin plates etched with sound-spirals that echo when warmed by light. He sometimes disappears for days, walking the mists alone, but always returns with a new tale or tune. Of the three, he’s the most outwardly affectionate—he calls them his “two lions” and often makes up rhymes about their habits.
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Ethnicity
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Amanellus
(Cathbhráithre)
Lucius Severianus
(Cathbhráithre)
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Sex
Male
Sexuality
Omnephilic
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