List of Others

This is a list of Others that while mentioned in the Otherverse are not explicated. Some of these classifications may be misapplied and meant to be general while others are far more accurate.

Archetype

Alternatively called an Eidolon is a creation made by summoners that pours the needed spirits and power into the needed shape.<ref>There were books on basic summoning, the making of Others, the creation of an archetype or eidolon, which was a concept or an idea that wouldn’t exist unless summoned, and would pull in all the necessary spirits, power, and whatever to manifest.  More appropriate spirits and more appropriate situations, stronger summoning.   - Excerpt from False Moves 12.7</ref>

Bloody Mary

Descriptor for others that arguably deal with mirrors, woman and vanity.<ref name="BloMar">“Yeah. She’s one of something like nine different entities that are related to the whole ‘Bloody Mary’ urban legend. Even has the name right. All stemming from the same roots: vanity, mirrors, and women.” - Excerpt from Subordination 6.7</ref> Typically an Other that is summened and doesn't exist otherwise.<ref>Others who do not exist without being summoned, such as the typical Bloody Mary, will need to be summoned and held in place for the ritual’s duration. - Excerpt from Famulus, quoted in Bonus Material: Famulus Text</ref>

The urban legend is thought to be based from innocent encounters with nine originating entities, one of which is Mary Frances Troxler.<ref name="BloMar" />

Bloody Marvs are a possibility.

Compiler Error

Weird tech things, very very dangerous things that happen when you mess with things when try to update a Self or Other into a system. Other variants include the Overflow Error and the Resource Error.<ref>In the medium-sized circle, about ten feet across, a chest freezer, old television, and what could have been a computer server rose out of the floor.  They were all gathered together, the freezer left partially open, the television cracked, and the computer server a bit battered.  Within the freezer, dark behind the television screen, and in the gaps of the server, Lucy could see pink, translucent, skinless flesh threaded through with blue and canary yellow wires, periodically with dull illumination, as if a faint, flickering lightbulb had lit up in the recesses.  She could see something curled up within the television, with an exaggerated, outstanding spine that threaded out of the television and into the server, the ridges and points of it exaggerated and tangled up with the blue and yellow wires.  The machine hummed audibly and the organic part of it breathed, a part of the server expanding and contracting, bodily fluids running out of one part to the floor as one gap widened.  A single red light on the server blinked regularly.
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absorbed by a Compiler Error and extruded, brain damaged, into the nearest appliance or container…”

As she walked by the techy Other, the freezer jerked, sliding toward her, and cracked open, fluids bubbling from one corner.  Mrs. Durocher reached across the circle and gave it a full-bodied shove, putting it right back where it had been.
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“This is a Compiler Error.  It results from a failed attempt at transplanting or translating an Other or a Self to a system.  There are different kinds in Alchemy, like Seethes and Boils, and there are other kinds in ritual circles gone wrong, like the Dark Design or Umbrage.  Variants on the Compiler Error include the Overflow Error and the Resource Error.  It is material, feral and corrupts.”
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The fridge thing jerked, then dragged itself forward.  It rose up, bulged with flesh, and popped, a printer or something bulging out the side.  Something that looked like intestine with wire running through it spilled out of it, pooling on the floor.
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The thing loomed, growing, and touched the wall.  Wires behind the wall were ripped out, veins and wires snaking along their length, flesh expanding around the holes that had been left behind.  The chest freezer had opened, and flesh-tainted computer parts were spilling out on a tide of ambiguous, translucent flesh.

It approached Durocher, reaching.

“No,” she told it, with an edge to her voice.

It backed off, approaching students instead.  Durocher remained on stage, unflinching, watching.
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More limbs were circling around the walls, films of skin reaching over windows.  The door- she looked back and saw it was already sealed, a hand growing out of the flesh, pressing against it.

It smelled, now that it was out of the circle.  Like meat that was a little off, like burning, and like there was metal in the air. - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.1</ref>

Conte

Main article: Conte

Can be thought if as predatory stories straining against their chains.

Distillation

Alchemy derived creation when internal balances are upset and only the main components persist with everything else tied to their identity falling away.<ref>“For our Others, Gilkey’s in the back.  Shows up a bit.  Distillation.  If you overdo it with some alchemy your inner balances can tilt the wrong way the way a diagram can.  Apparently someone dosed him to try to get him to do something stupid.  The human bits of him, memories, Self, all sloughed away.  Leaving a human-shaped silhouette filled in with cruel poison.” - Excerpt from Playing a Part 15.4</ref>

Dragon

Main article: Dragon

These are (useually) thirty-foot long, fire-breathing lizards.<ref>- Crossed with Silver 19.4</ref>

Dryad

Spirits of the trees in general or singularly.

Dwarves

Others that could be called dwarves can be found throughout the western world.<ref>Goblins of the European countries met and mingled with the little people of the wilderness here, as did a grouping of dwarves.  The ferocious mingled with goblins, and the canny mingled with dwarves.  Another sort of establishment. - Excerpt from Summer Break 13.2</ref>

Elf

Fae beings that can be considered on the opposite end of the spectrum from fairies, powerful thinkers, schemers, and writers, extremely long lived and often found in the oldest and deepest parts of Fae realms.<ref>“Fae-related, but not a fairy. More… other direction, I would say,” Nina explained. “If small-f fairies are mischief, small thinkers, and temporary, not very prone to writing, Fae are schemers, complex thinkers, and lasting… they can write some wonderful poetry and clever pieces of literature, but often they’ll be distracted making the book pretty instead of making the contents richer. [...] Elves are at the opposite end of the spectrum from the small-f fairies. Deep thinkers, removed, very serious, rooted in the oldest places in the deepest parts of realms, particularly the most remote and intense Fae woodlands, mountains, chasms… [...] They write epics. I am an avid reader, as you can imagine. [...] And even those elven epics can be a little much for me. Take from that what you will. But everyone should read one in their lifetime. I imagine most mortals can only get through one in their lifetime.” - Excerpt from Crossed with Silver 19.13</ref> More Structural than most of their kind.

Fetch

A Fae construct, and thus made with Glamour, that can ape the identity of someone with good accuracy.<ref>Fall 2012, 2nd Incident – Found while in transition between homes (unknown if it was a hotel stay or a stay at a relative’s), a chipped unicorn figurine prompted dreams of increasing realism and depth every time she slept with it nearby.  By the two week mark, she was spending three days in the dream world for every eight hours spent asleep.  A ‘laughing prince’ on the other side eventually made a pitch, inviting her to stay with it, promising to send a fetch to be her apparent replacement in her life.  In the midst of the blame and upset over being accused as the source of the fire, Clem wrote a great deal about how she was considering the invitation, overlapping the issues and alienation noted in the next logged entry.  She ultimately refused for reasons not consigned to her journals. - [4.8 Spoilers] Dossiers</ref> Can be constructed as leaves or sticks.<ref>Estrella lunged, with a ferocity that didn’t suit her, shoving Seth against the blue-tinted glass double doors that served as the exit from the east wing.  He banged hard against the glass.

Then she tore him in half.  Seth broke away into murky dust and sticks that were tied into a rough human shape.

“Get back!” Estrella called out.

They backed away from the rolling cloud of dust.
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Durocher moved her arm with enough force that veins stood out on the surface.  The wind rushed down the hall, toward the door, and rolled outside.  The twigs followed.  Estrella leaned against the metal bar that separated the two glass doors.

“There was a curse buried in that Fetch,” Nicolette said. - Excerpt from Break 1</ref>

Their ability to act human is contingent on their creators' own knowledge of human behavior and concomitant ability to 'program' the fetch.<ref>The books had outlined the method, the means of creating a copy of herself to serve a purpose.  Faerie used these sorts of puppets to cover their tracks.  If the glamour was good, a child could be stolen away and a double like this left in their place.  There were tells, and there were issues.  It took a skilled Fae to craft one that had rich emotions and the ability to convince even close family members.  That kind of skill tended to require more years than a human lifetime contained. - Excerpt from Fall Out 14.3</ref>

Fettered

A broad category of Other, though typically a spirit with subordinate others that help, that seek out a partner of some kind, sometimes though a romantic angle sometimes as a familiar to a practitioner. Their partner is essentially grist for the cosmic mill to the realm the fettered serve, the partner will in turn serve their entire lives thus effectively serve the interests and improvement of pocket realms.<ref>Fettered

Much as the Jockey reflects a troubling side of the Host relationship and possession, the Fettered are Others of a general class, often spirits, who exploit and face off against the bonded relationship.  Some seek marriage, others familiar relationships, and yet others seek familial ties.  By picking those of any importance or power and convincing or forcing them to bond themselves to the Other by some tie or agreement, they can draw that individual to a private or secluded world where they act as a power source.

Most Fettered are Deals-type Others and operate by two very different dichotomies, depending on whether they are seeking their partner or if they have their partner.  The seeking Fettered is often personable or a force of personality, offering power, favors, gifts, or subterfuge on the potential partner's behalf, tormenting bullies or acting against unfair parents.  They may offer limited access to a realm as a form of escape.

Once they have their target by one fashion or another, however, they reveal their true strength and influence - often pocket realms that are hard to leave, surrounded by bramble patch mazes, doorways out of a painted world, or some such.  They may have domineering personalities, or a cohort of subordinate Others in a subordinate realm who occupy the new partner with activity enough they can never truly devote themselves to the task of riddling or persevering their way free of the kingdom.  Often the pocket realm will be an estate in decline, reflecting the Fettered's need for the partner; without a partner they lose power, but when they have one, they have their other half and the kingdom starts to flourish. At least, until the child bride grows too old or the Self of the naive young man falters and he falls to madness and frailty before crumbling altogether. - Wildbow on Discord</ref> Can be thought of as almost the reverse of a Demiurge as they don't have control of their Realm, while a Demiurge does; usually having created the realm.

Grasping

Main article: Grasping

A Grasping is a Collector who lacked the required power to finish a ritual so instead loses their Self and fuses with their items.<ref name=":1" /> Can be seen as a variant of a Trussed.

Ghend

A Ghend is an Other, normally an Echo, that has found a pearls of power or bright emotions in the Ruins and used it to gain power and clarity.<ref>“That’s a ghend,” Zed murmured.  “Random Other, usually an echo, finds things of power in the Ruins.  Pearls of power and bright emotion in the darkest muck… gets power, clarity, and meaning from tending to it like a flower in a place flowers shouldn’t grow.  Jessica mentioned it.”- Excerpt from Wild Abandon 18.z</ref><ref name=g2>The Ruins are a slice of the cosmos where the abstract is processed, reduced down to its constituent elements. When there is something abstract but, for lack of a better word, 'precious', the Ghend (drawn from proto-Indo-European 'to take, seize') are the covetous forces that seek to protect them.

Many Ghend start out as ghosts who are drawn to bright spirits, crystal clear echoes, and the tropes of the incarnate forces of the world. They keep these things, and may nurture them (feeding the living), build protective enclosures, or otherwise attend to them. Through this they draw power from them as a human might warm themselves by the fire. Often the 'fire' in this case will burn away the impurities and abstract, making Ghend gradually more clean, with less rough edges or 'echo' to their echoes. Many are naked (the clothes burned away) with very pale or dark skin with very little dirt or 'mess' on them, or have simple, clean clothing. They are moths that bear their own candleflames. Not especially powerful or influential, some may become merchants or thinking individuals, but they are mostly tracked by Ruins-delvers who know that where a Ghend is seen, their treasure is often hidden close by. - Wildbow on Discord</ref>

Gnarling

Fae beings that create and sell cursed items. Described as 'little more than a walking curse'. Tess Hager's mother was enslaved to one.<ref>My mother was traded to a Gnarling as a slave to make things for sale, in a wayside realm where Others hid, somewhere between the Faerie and Earth. She created toys and trinkets, enchanting them, and the Other would curse them, before selling them to the unwitting. - Excerpt from Bedtime Reading</ref>

Hallow Man

When an Echo or similar ethereal being is placed in a visceral hallow, it can then be sent after a target along with persumably other tasks.<ref>“You’re kind of on our turf, Wye.  Turf we swore to protect.  Musser pinballed a zombie thing in our general direction yesterday, it caused a lot of chaos, brought Witch Hunters into close proximity with innocents,” Avery said.

“Yeah.  Just your bog-standard hallow man.  Echo or wraith in a fleshly vessel.”

“Innocents were put at risk.” - Excerpt from Summer Break 13.5</ref><ref>Her eyes fell on an Other who was standing in traffic.  She had one blue eye, and then two dark brown eyes that overlapped one another.  Her face looked like a blood clot, her hair so matted with blood the point skin stopped and hair began was impossible to tell.  The eyes and one ear were clean and bloodless on that mass, and white teeth were pressed into the vaguely head-shaped bloody mass, some with traces of blood on them, others pristine, approximately where teeth should be, a leering ear-to-ear grin.

Tattered skin caked in clotting blood was indistinguishable from ragged and torn clothing, and the woman stood at a slight angle, leaning just enough to the right that it looked doable, but like a fall in the next moment wasn’t impossible.  There were traces of echo-ness at the edges of her, dark and faint.

A dark, grisly image for a slightly overcast summer afternoon.

And she was staring at Verona.
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[Other presence in chapter] - Excerpt from Summer Break 13.5</ref>

Havour

Main article: Havour

Things fallacious called super-echoes.

Homunculus

A homunculus is a type of alchemical Other.<ref>I’ve got this one thing that if it works out, might give me a homunculus for a few days.”- Excerpt from Left in the Dust 16.6</ref>

Styan

A type of homunculus that is used to prevent spying and augury, often made from its creator's own blood or flesh.<ref>styans are spying and anti-spying homunculi.  they give lots of false positives, pollute augury. sometimes people make them with their own blood and flesh to make it so anyone trying to track them tracks the styan too.

if you use clairvoyance or something and you see one, your practice can start screwing up and showing more styans, or the same one over and over.  they have mocking and weird faces because some say that helps make the pattern happen.- Excerpt from Left in the Dust 16.2</ref>

Immure

Clay creature that can contain other things, such as elemental or divine, able to create pseudo knots in an area..<ref>She looked properly up.  Not up and at the tree, or up and out at the sky.  Branches criss-crossed above the narrow path.  There was a dark patch in the middle, that she could have dismissed as a bird’s nest if she wasn’t as suspicious as she was.  The more Lucy stared using the Sight, the more the criss-crossing branches seemed to expand, the nest filling up more and more of her vision.

Something was inside that nest, and the more she looked at it, the more that something grew, swelling.  It had arms, legs, and body all curled up around one another, and a rounded head of roughly equal size to the rest of it, oversized.  It looked like crude, slapped-together clay in a rough baby shape, with bits of shore mud, twigs, and dry grass sticking out, giving it a very ragged silhouette.  Roots and branches stuck out from around it, extending into the foliage.
[...]
This was a thing that twisted the area around it.  It spread itself through environment, it created a snare, and it lurked… she wondered if it was lurking inside a twist of physical space.  Like spitting unchewable, unswallowable gristle into a napkin and then twisting up that napkin into a bulb.  That might be why it had a creeping, fishbowl effect on her field of vision when she stared at it, if that was why her awareness of its influence was so specific to her keeping her gaze around where it was.
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To her Sight, the nest that cradled the thing was festooned with wooden spikes with ribbons tied to the end, and bones scraped down to have sharp edges, and stone blades with the sort of edges that could form if stones were struck together.  The staining was near-black.

The longer she stared, the more it expanded in her vision.  She’d thought at first it was roughly her size but she was getting the sense now that it was much, much bigger.

She started to realize that the width of it and its nest might be enough to take up the entire sky above this patch of path.  When she’d been scaling up the tree, taking flight, the branch had stopped her.

The creature’s mouth opened wider.  That weightless, awful feeling swelled.  Like standing on a bridge above a serious drop, no railing, feeling the lack of solid ground in front of her.  The amount of empty space behind that mouth, even though it didn’t look like that wide a gap- it had that kind of effect.
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“For your edification, yes, it’s spiritual, and elemental, but there is a touch of the divine in it as well.  When deities spill their seed it can pave the way for things like this.  A bit of the life-bearing clay given seed enough for life, but nothing to shape it.  And because it’s divine, and because you’re in its realm…
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The light was starting to shine through the trees again.  There was a cascade of mud with bones in it from the gut of the creature, as Gashwad did enough damage.  It really wasn’t a fighter. - Excerpt from Dash to Pieces 11.7</ref> Correct spelling is a bit hazy.<ref>“The Immure Lucy, Guilherme, and Gashwad faced down yesterday is a consequence of the shrines.  You’re building all the shrines on the one side of the perimeter so far…”
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“Be careful.  Especially since that’s the direction the…”

“Immure.  According to Toadswallow.”

“Immure… right.  I need to look that up.  Is that E-M-?”

“No idea.” - Excerpt from Dash to Pieces 11.9</ref>

Internet Predators

Predatory animals such as lions and bears that live in the internet.<ref>“Raymond found me.  Or one of his apprentices did.  In my search for edgy crap online that I could bring up and show people I found some pretty messed up spaces that had some Others in them.  Group of internet predators was the first.  Literal lions, tigers, bear type predator, mind.  Some randoms online bailed me out.  Then a self-propagating image that started to creep into my everyday life.  Those internet randoms bailed me out again.- Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.3</ref>

Kitsune

Fox Other that's realated to Oni.<ref>“Kitsune,” Yadira said, laying a hand over her heart.

“I don’t know… what’s the significance of that?” Lucy asked.

“Fox… spirit… thing?” Verona guessed, halting.

“Ayakashi, or Mamono.  Others of a particular stripe, close to the Oni,” Yadira said.  “You really had no idea?” - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.1</ref>

Komainu

Artificial guardian dogs carved individually or as a set.<ref>Others of a Specific Line
Others of a consistent appearance, nature, and function will pick the same animals where possible.  This can be preferable to practitioners who wish to know what to expect, but they often have limited opportunities for growth in character or adaptation outside of their comfort zone, and this may lead to less affable Others for those who want friendly companionship or a Casual practitioner-Familiar relationship.  An example of this may be the Komainu, or the ‘stone lion’, a mass-manufactured guardian Other who protects and karmically benefits households.  Most are similar, though they may vary in size and shape, and a male Komainu will have a similar personality to another male Komainu.
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The aforementioned Komainu are often created in matched pairs, and one could pick such a pair as their familiar. - excerpt from Famulus, quoted in Bonus Material: Famulus Text</ref>

Kravyad

Possibly anthropophagus mantid-people based on the single example seen.<ref>It was a woman with a jet black praying mantis’s head with eyes of gold, covered by a hood.  The hands that were visible out of the sleeve were slender, the same dark black.  Each had the fingers and a thumb of a normal hand, and four fingers that curled toward the back of the hand, with a scythelike claw where the thumb would be.  The sleeve had a bit of metal sewn into it that let the claw jut through without cutting cloth.
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Kravyad, if she remembered correctly, ate the raw flesh of humans. - Excerpt from Pate</ref>

Trivia

• The name itself descends from a sanskrit term that can mean flesh-eater, whether a man-eating tiger, a flame, or some monster.

Lamia

Mentioned as a possibility by a relatively ignorant Revenant, actual specifics are unknown.<ref> - Excerpt from Mala Fide 10.2</ref>

Mimeisthai

Main article: Bugge

Mimeisthai are a type of emergent ritual that forms out of patterns created by innocents.<ref>“You might be thinking of Anima Hysteria or something like that.  But Mimeisthai[sic] would be my guess,” Reid rasped.  “Imitated thing.  Like a fancy, or an urban legend.  Humans draw a lot of stupid things, come up with random ideas.  Emergent rituals- do you know emergent rituals?”

“No.”

“Easiest to think of them as rituals innocents create by accident.  A large group of civilians repeat the same action or develop a pattern.  Urban legend takes hold and gets cemented in.  Innocents can’t practice but a million innocents doing the same thing can have meaning.  Usually has to be isolated.  City architecture can be that.  Schoolkids take to drawing the same thing, like some angular S, and it picks up steam, is niche enough and popular enough to start appearing in places it wasn’t drawn.  Some say that there’s hundreds that appear every day, but they’re all short-lived, too unintelligent to maintain or conserve power.  On occasion one finds a power source or gets associated with an event like a sensational murder, gets big enough to take over a town, occupy people’s thoughts, twist the aesthetic.  Practitioners like my family have to step in.”
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“I don’t think he’s exactly that.  A Mimeisthai, a practice relevant meme, it’s like that, but focuses in on a singular point.  An accidental ritual that concentrates all power and creates the supporting architecture to create something like… well, that.”
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Reid Musser wasn’t wrong.  One game designer and two different artists had coincidentally released images for a stylized face that resembled one another so closely that audiences were deeply confused about the origin.  The discussions had taken hold in comic communities, in question and answer sessions where many had recognized the face, an impossible question to stump even experts.  Faceful had manifested out of spirit and sentiment as a result. - Excerpt from Break 3</ref> In roughly the same basic typing as Bugges and related entity's that interact with information.<ref>“For your talents.  As a scrivener, you work with fancies, mimeisthais, bugges, buggane, and a variety of Others who confound and poison information.” - Excerpt from Fall Out 14.z</ref>

Mobile Wards

Fan term is navigators but unknown if they are canon.

Moonstruck

Creatures tied to insanity the moon and thus also to tides.<ref>

Catherine was forced to establish a careful relationship with a Bedlam Belle, otherwise known as a Moonstruck or the unsavory term Lunatic, in 1690.  Infected with contagious madness that could spread if conditions were met, the Belle was prone to disturbing the construction of levies, dams, and bridges.  As her influence spread across their small town, she bid others to do the same, and had some effects on reality.  Catherine lacked the knowledge to bind the Belle, got little help from Other and practitioner, and could not convince the Belle to be bound, nor could she slay the girl that had been taken in by the church, using its protection.  The familiar relationship was a compromise, and Catherine bound the Belle to herself, in a proportionate dynamic.

Catherine’s life from that point on was an ordeal, as the Belle jockeyed with her for power in their dynamic.  She moved inland, which distressed the Belle and turned it hostile, and whenever it rained or if she spent too long looking into water, her own sanity would slip.  With her passing of pneumonia at 46, the Belle was freed, and bid three families to drown themselves before passing herself, as a carriage was driven off a bridge and she died in the crash. - excerpt from Famulus, quoted in Bonus Material: Famulus Text</ref>

Plague Doctor

Little is known about Plague Doctors but are probably linked in some way to Pestilence and therefore Life.<ref>Nibble and Chloe had a scrap with a plague doctor Other up at the top of Bowdler.  We’ve been treating the roads as the only port of entry for practitioners and potential witch hunters, and forests as the means of approach for Others, but it’s not that simple.  We’re lucky they had a nose for it.”

“Thank you,” Matthew told the ghouls.

“Give the thanks to Chloe,” Nibble said, he sounded surprisingly normal.  “She sniffed it out, thought it was food.” - Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.2</ref>

Selkies

Those seals that can take human form, usually need lessons about human society first of course.<ref name=":4">Terrence Hegh is not an anecdote drawn from ancient times, but a relatively modern example of the unconventional relationship.  Awakened, Terrence was forbidden from taking a familiar without family approval.  Driven by a fascination with the sea, in part due to his belief that he could reunite with a drowned lover if he could find her body, Terrence met and forged a deal with a Selkie, Graeme.  Every seven days, they met on the shore and mingled blood, each teaching the other one thing.  Functionally, the effect was similar to that of a familiar bond.  Both men carried on this way for some time, slicing their arms and holding the wounds to one another, each answering questions for the other.

Terrence eventually reached the point where he could draw on the Selkie’s power, and took to the water.  Graeme, however, felt he had much more to learn before he could traverse the cities of man, and felt betrayed in the deal.  He found and hid the body of Terrence’s lover, hoping to extort the rest of the information he needed from the young man.  When Terrence found the body, the Selkie guarded it, keeping him from approaching.  Terrence tricked the Selkie, giving him ‘a book with more information than he had shared in all their conversations’, a farmer’s almanac, and told him it had to be kept dry or it would be useless. Stuck with one hand held above water, the Selkie could not swim after Terrence without losing his prize.

Terrence was ultimately interrupted by the Selkie in the midst of the ritual to revive his partner.  Death energies carried him to the edge of death, where he was left suspended, turned into a brine ghoul.  The Selkie, too tired to withstand the onslaught of the loose energies, was slain.  Before he could come to his senses, Terrence devoured the waterlogged corpse of both Selkie and lover, sealing his fate as a lonely undead creature. - excerpt from Famulus, quoted in Bonus Material: Famulus Text</ref>

Shadow

Can mean several things including a person or object's shadow either leftover or having achieved independence.<ref>[Raquel]’d summoned an Other, someone’s shadow that had gone its own way, leaving its owner bereft.  The shadow was more red than black now, bleeding from open wounds.
[...]
In an arc toward Raquel.  He pulled on his claim to the knife, the shadow moved to intercept, and between the two attempts at helping, the shadow got the knife through the hand instead of catching it.

And a chainsaw through the middle.  Elise shoved it into his back while it was turned to her, and toward Raquel, who threw herself into the garden just outside some dentist’s or doctor’s office to avoid it.
[...]
Elise kicked the shadow in the rear end, knocking it onto Raquel.
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Raquel, picking herself up, followed by the shadow Other, came to stand by them.  “Does anyone need healing?” - Excerpt from False Moves 12.z</ref>

Strangeling

Main article: Strangeling

An other related to Fae and Nature.<ref>“Would you please check on your baby daughter and make sure a strangeling isn’t knifing her in her crib?”- Excerpt from Wild Abandon 18.c</ref>

Transient Others

Only present under certain conditions, such as during a particular type of weather.<ref>“Transients as in Others who are only present part of the time,” Ken said.  He craned his head, looking, then pointed.  “There.”

Avery made her way over, careful of her every step.

The ‘there’ Ken had pointed out was a mining pick, embedded in the dirt.  The grass had flattened into a vaguely human silhouette.

“These were men by mist.  Miners, by the looks of them.  There are others, John said, that only exist by dust storm, or by rainfall.  They appear for short times, then go, carrying their collected coin with them.  Some work for coin.  Some romance.  Some raid, pirate, or bedevil, like these did.  All move on when the weather does, heading to their next location of choice, if they’re capable of moving.”- Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.3</ref>

Typhlotic Other

Typhlotic Others are eyeless creatures that exist in the darkest corners of the darkest places, or the brightest spots of bright places. Slow moving, existing in places with little to sustain them, they've evolved slow metabolisms. They are awakened by movement, light, life, Self and patterns.<ref>They all trudged, or crawled, or remained anchored in place, letting the environment hide them.  They lived in a place where meals were scarce, so their metabolisms were glacial, in effect- not that they had actual metabolisms.  Movement stirred them awake, so did light, life, Self, and patterns.  They were more reactive than active, but that was in no way suggestive of the idea that they were less dangerous than the average Other.

They lurked here, in the darkest corners of the darkest layers of the world.  Or, in the rarer instances, in the brightest spots of bright places, bleached forms hidden in the glare.  And they went after loose spirit, echo, fading incarnation, animus, scraps of Soul or Self.  Anything without hard form that couldn’t sustain its own metaphorical metabolism, anything slow, or mired in the darkness.  Anything weak enough.- Excerpt from Let Slip 20.b</ref> Often found in the Ruins.<ref>There were nearby typhlotic Others, the eyeless Ruins-dwellers - Excerpt from Let Slip 20.b</ref>

Unicorn

Very dangerous, more so then just being a gigantic wild horse with a horn that could easily gore people.<ref>“And I want a unicorn,” Kerry said, dead serious.  “I’ll trade you.”

“That’s not an even trade and I’m pretty sure unicorns are actually pretty scary if you ever met one,” Avery said. [...]  “Unicorns are more than horses with horns.”

“They are, and she’s right,” Zed said, over the laptop, startling Avery.  “Very scary in reality.”
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“I like how this unicorn thing is being treated so seriously,” Sheridan said. - Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.3</ref> Still beloved by children of course.<ref>“When I was four I realized that Mrs. Morrow was fond of me, and our father wanted something from her.  I drew her a picture.  When she asked me to describe it and explain what I drew, I pulled myself up onto the chair next to her and put the picture in our laps.  Then, as the conversation continued, I sat, good as gold, my head leaning against her arm.  Our father never told me I did a good job, but I distinctly remember a unicorn ride afterward.  Might be the closest I ever got.”

“I do think he told me.  That you did a good job.  Not in so many words, but our father never used so many words.”

Fernanda shifted her posture, hands clasped behind her back, shifting her weight behind her foot.  She hated that she cared enough to want to know more.  She didn’t know what to say, so she offered him an airy, “I wanted so badly to ride on that unicorn alone, but I was obviously too small.  Our father made the maid ride with me.” - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.z</ref>

Urban Legend

A often abused classification accurately applied to sapient motile stories that perpetuate and cultivate themselves.<ref>Practitioners often confuse urban legends and bugges, and they were once classified as the same thing, before distinctions were drawn.  An urban legend is simply a story that gets powerful enough, until it becomes reality.  The Bugge is a symbol, not a story, that finds traction without having the roots to anything concrete or identifiable.  A static charge without a means of being grounded, building up in intensity.  The Turtle Queen is the latter at heart, but being an urban legend too doesn’t hurt matters.
[...]
[Countdown Cassandra] was an urban legend, a story passed around by way of word of mouth.  She could track that and encourage or strangle it.
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The Driscolls were historians, students of patterns that extended across cities and events.  They were among those who were better at dealing with urban legends and Bugges. - Excerpt from Left in the Dust 16.z</ref>

Visage

A mobile predatory face, the only example seen so far is Drowne, can impose features of their face on surfaces including people, different specimens doubtlessly have different abilities.<ref name=":0">giving the Visage Drowne the space to sit down.
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Drowne had lived a long time as just the face.  A parasitic, slimelike mass of face that attached itself to others, or polluted a place, the knots and lines in wood grain twisting until it resembled his stretched-out face.  Anger and passion had boiled up, at times, sufficient for Drowne to flood a building, not with water, but with roiling flesh and repeated elements of his face, crawling up from basement, through the house’s walls, to attack the house’s resident.  He’d haunted the descendants of that original family, acting the very first moment they showed signs of inheriting their parent’s ugliness, and he’d protected his love, and his love’s descendants.  He’d worked out the rules to how these things worked, making it a game, always providing a chance to figure out his history, unravel what he was, and stop him.  Sometimes it worked and he was driven back, reduced to a fist-sized mass of flesh with a face on it, creeping into a crack in the wall, but it was fair. - Excerpt from False Moves 12.z</ref> Might be rooted in the Self given the importance of face in identity.

Wishmaster

A larger category of Others that includes examples such as Envoys.<ref name=":10">Wishmasters are an umbrella category of Other that, like Envoys, give great wishes, sometimes for a price. They are less pinned to the idea of a specific incarnation and may grant a greater variety of wishes, and may draw power from any one of a variety of sources, including Fae, divine, or spiritual. Envoys essentially fall under this broader umbrella, but it should be noted that there are a wealth of Others with similar methodology that aren’t specifically Envoys. Just remember that as great as the wish may be, these things aren’t free, and there’s usually some angle at play. - Pact Dice Bestiary: Envoy</ref>

Wisp

A particular type of spirit that's been concentrated to a point, briefly lived but strong they can be made to stay around longer.<ref>“The how is simple.  A lot of lesser Others caught.  Brainless spirits, echoes, and things, lashed to wards or turned into wisps with a void around them they felt compelled to fill.”

“[...]  Wisps are a form of spirit.  Concentrated and drawn to a point.  Briefly lived but strong.  Some places and things concentrate them.”

Avery thought of the group thing with Zachariah.  “Statues?”

“And shrines and natural phenomena.  But a spirit wants to persist.  The circles I would use to form the wisp would create and seal the void, making it part of the wisp.  I would make it so it could only be filled with one thing.  A specific arrangement of things.  Sometimes dust, sometimes branches, and sometimes spiderwebs.  Given time, the dust would gather and concentrate until it was like stone.  The spiderwebs would disappear but the memory of them would remain.”

“That sounds like a lot of work.”

“I made a means of collecting spirits small and immaterial enough, and I arranged it so they would be concentrated into wisps without my being there.  Send them out so they would stop just beyond Kennet’s borders.  They would turn away the people who could find them, or outsiders, or cloud scrying attempts.  Each ward a little push for a person, a bit of resistance for an outsider, a speck of dust in the sight of a scryer.” - Excerpt from Back Away 5.4</ref>

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