Hex: 450090Trolltag: silentPantomimistName Aurant YennifHemotype: LimePronouns: they/themTitle: Heir Of BloodLunar Sway: ProspitTyping Quirk: silly text effect generators, to simulate their fire hologram speech they use due to being mute from a neck injury (covered by their green scarf)

Made by the joint yapping of me (@nebbytheproto) and FoxyAuthor (@Shawb) on the homestuck discord.

Your name is AURANT YENNIF, it is A DAY OF NO PARTICULAR SIGNIFICANCE. You are standing in your respiteblock, on the . Behind you is your altar, on which you leave offerings to the LIME MESSIAH, though you are pretty sure some of the other acolytes take them while you are asleep. Beside the altar is the SACRED CHEST which contains a relic of untold power. there's not much else in this corner of the room, but that's all you really need as a MIME.You are a member of an esoteric sect of the clown church, the MIMES. While your order shares the same general principles and practices (lusus and troll sacrifice, blood magic, and ecstatic trance in communion with the divine) as the mainstream church, you diverge on theology. You believe that rather than attempting to create the second world with the IRON MESSIAH, you must instead bring the return of the first world that came BEFORE US, on behalf of the LIME MESSIAH. This has left your sect quite ostracized, considered heretical by the church, despite more similarly resembling ORTHODOX CLOWNING.Due to your status as a mime-to-be you have sworn on a strict VOW OF SILENCE, entirely unrelated to the SCARF that you never take off; although, you have found alternative methods of communication with your VERY NORMAL NON-FIRE BASED CHUCKLEVOODOOS. To mimic this on the internet, you have taken a fondness to ONLINE FONT GENERATORS, which is basically your only major interest.You were contacted by the Mimes as a pupa, and you have been sheltered here, in a secret temple of the mimes under the sacred festival city of NEW DYON, the greatest hub on alternia for all practicng subjuggulators. Due to the circumstances of your birth, you were not able to acquire a lusus, thus, one of the elder priests has taken on the role of your custodian. known as THE MURMERER HONKHONK, or as many naysayers call him, THE BLAND HIGHBLOOD. here you are taught and raised into becoming the perfect MIMEUTILATOR so you may one day bring glory to Mimedom.Aurant: open chest ==>The chest appears to be full to the brim with CIRCUS PEANUTS, though digging through the top layer would reveal a MYSTERIOUS RELIC in a cloth shroud. As an acolyte, you lack the clerical authority to remove the relic, let alone unshroud it. Though you often enjoy staring into the chest.Candy is sacred to your order, as the preferred food of the Lime Messiah. you have an encyclopedic knowledge of CONFECTIONERY AND CANDYMAKING, though you consider it less of an interest and more of a hieratic duty.set your desk on fire and hoot like an owl. ==>It's not a desk! It's an altar! and why would you do that?! that idol was handcarved from rare serpentbone early in your intiation, the potassium fire candles are quite expensive, AND YOU WOULD NEVER EVEN THINK ABOUT HARMING THE OFFERING BOWL OR THE CANDY WITHIN!!! And you're not sure what owls have to do with this...You shake off the strange intrusive thought.do your daily prayer to the alter. ==>You draw your sacred honking horn and blast a long, powerful, HONK. You begin weaving various images with your pyrokinesis chucklevoodoos, including the form of the SIXTEEN SACRED SWEETS, the LIME SPIRAL, and THE INTERLOCKING SERPENTS.Due to their vows of silence, mimes usually replace incantation with psychic projection in prayer and other rituals. Your powers are not exactly identical to the psionics wielded by others mimes, or clowns for that matter. But all the rites and training of chucklevoodoo seem to work on them all the same.Aurant: Retrieve arms from chest. ==>What- huh? where are all these strange thoughts coming from?As was previously stated, your arms are not in the chest, a powerful relic is, one you cannot remove or tamper with. What is wrong with you tonight??? It feels like some group of entities from a faraway reality outside of your pataphysical metaspace are inserting thoughts into your brain with text prompts or something...You again, shake off the nonsensical intrusive thought.Aurant: Comtemplate cherub altar. ==>Your altar is a simple carved stone slab, upon it is a hand-carved idol of the Lime Messiah, made of the bone of a great space serpent who died in their courtship battle, as well as four tinted candles, and an offering bowl of artisanal candy made in-temple. you're supposed to burn the candy every day and swap it out the following night, but the other acolytes often steal some to add to their own offering bowls while you sleep.It's a quite simple construct, but it works for all the various rites and rituals you conduct in your respiteblock.-------------------------------------------------------------------------

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