( May God bless the Misfits. )

Nestled in the middle of nowhere lies a tiny swallow of joy overtaken by a gang of misfits. Its land is seemingly flat and barren of materials and those who inhabit it are thought of similarly. Though for those who manage to find (and survive) its glory, they are bestowed a slice of freedom dressed deliciously with riches for miles awaits. Their people, be they thieves, liars, or even assassins, have no real calling, but the sacred atmosphere they inhabit is lovingly referred to as Little Haven.

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Within Little Haven does their bungalow sprout its monstrous wings, a place known as The Hiraeth. Hidden in plain sight amongst flat land, is a massive sinkhole that over time developed its own cave networking system. Due to semi-constant rainfall and the overflow of the river, it has engulfed segments of ground, making it a waterfall. Upon its outsides does hanging moss grow, a lovely field of poppy and dandelions greet you at its entrance. Though breathtaking, inside its expansive walls, wondrous life brim from all sources. The cascade has made its stay comfortable, filling the caverns with gently flowing streams of fish, skinks, and the occasional crane. While temperatures tend to fluctuate relatively quickly here, The Hiraeth has become a barrier from heavy wind and a shelter to those not capable of weathering alone.

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Their beliefs are rather simple, yet oddly complex as most things in life go. They are a society founded on semi-democratic behaviours, wanting nothing more than to hear the voices of their once-silenced people. If there are changes to be made, they expect the dwellers of Haven to be upfront and honest on issues, taking votes on suggestions to make proper changes in order to reflect a comfortable environment. A lot which they do comes from their Celtic nature, from burying the dead with gifts and food, to feasting together under each full moon. They honour the differences each family member grants them, seeing them as a blessing instead of a curse, and using their 'curses' to their advantage.

With such beliefs in mind, they are accepting of everyone and everything. From thieves and criminals to runaways, or merely those seeking to start over again. Little Haven is a place for all.

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