![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
May. 30th, 2012 02:45 amPlayer: Lissa
Name: Odalys
Age: 23, though her durance seemed to last twice that long.
Universe: Teind (Based on Changeling: The Lost).
Personality: Above all else, Odalys is feral. She trusts no one and is extremely defensive. Her emotions run deep, however her ability to understand the emotions of the people around her is stunted. Unlike most Darklings, she is a terrible liar. Even the concept of lying is strange to her. If you do not want to answer a question, shut your mouth. Silence is something Odalys treasures, so why fill the world with meaningless noise?
Her durance began when she was just a girl and as a result Odalys is quite childish. Suggest something she doesn't like and she'll call you stupid. Try to be fashionable and she'll call you ugly. She wants to keep people from getting familiar with her. Afraid of how they might use or trick her, Odalys is constantly pushing others away. Agreeing to even meet with a Court was a huge step for her; being forced to interact with strangers in a cramped, unfamiliar space will make her regress hard.
Still, the loving girl she'd once been lingers. When Odalys grows attached to something, she'll protect it with every inch of herself. Usually, it is just a trinket or book or bit of fabric that catches her eye. Sometimes, an animal will win her over. She's never felt the need to guard a person, but, if given the chance, she would be a fiercely loyal friend.
PB: Astrid Bergès-Frisbey
Physical description: Her mask is that of a lovely, angular-featured girl. She has large, dark eyes that leave you wondering what she could possibly be thinking. Her brown hair hangs in soft tangles about her shoulders and looks as though it's never been formally introduced to a comb. Her pale skin, red lips and willowy build give people the impression that she's someone that needs protection. If Odalys was possessed of any artifice, it would be easy to accuse her of luring people in with her sweet looks. In truth, she wishes she looked more fearsome.
Her mien, which can only be caught in glimpses off the ship, is less sweet. Her limbs are gangly and skeletal and put her at an even 8' in height. Imagine a spider with only four legs and you've got some idea of Odalys' figure. Her tangled hair is wrapped in thick knots. Look closer and you'll see that the knots are egg sacks. Occasionally, a flood of baby spiders will come pouring out of one. Her facial features are similar to her mask's, though a bit harder and pointier. Her dark eyes, however, are entirely white and give off a pale light. Truly a creature of the night, her long fingers are webbed like the wings of a bat and her head can rotate nearly a full 360 degrees.
Background: Born as Rosalba Consuela Espinoza Sandoval near Seville, Spain, year 1886, she was a common, yet happy child. She and her parents and four siblings lived on a farm just outside the city. Everyone had their responsibilities and Ros' was to take care of the small herd of goats they kept. She took them to pasture, saw that they had enough to eat, milked them. In a way, she was like their mother. Even as a little girl, she was extremely maternal. A bit of a simple girl, she was nothing but content with her pastoral life. While her brothers cursed their field work and her sister whined while she churned the goats' milk into cheese, Ros climbed and bounced and bleated with her herd.
There were hard times when the crops would wither or fall victim to one sort of pest or another. There were also times of plenty when her family would laugh as they dipped wild berries in fresh cream. If Ros were anything more than a distant memory, she would attest that, while her days were filled with toil, they didn't give her anything to lie awake worrying about at night. But Ros is gone.
When the goats began to disappear, she blamed herself. She took the beatings her father gave her without protest. The goats, after all, were worth more than she was. Still, she couldn't understand how they'd gotten away. Ros kept a close eye on her herd, and yet it continued to thin. Once, she cried out that she wasn't to blame and her father nearly broke her jaw. Her brothers fought him off, but the desperation in her father's face frightened her. It was a bad harvest and the goats were all they had. If she lost another...
Ros only turned her back for a moment and a nanny was gone. She was sure that her brothers wouldn't be able to protect her this time. More than that, she would not let her family starve at the hands of a thief. Ros did not go home that night. She leashed the goats remaining to her and took to the forest. Only a girl of twelve and a brave girl at that, she didn't worry about wolves or other predators that might be drawn by the herd's scent. She didn't mind the nettles that stung her bare legs or the prickers that scratched her cheeks. Pressing on, she walked all through the night.
The night did not end. As soon as the moon set, it would rise again just over her shoulder. Strange shapes darker than darkness ambled at the corners of her vision. Still, Ros walked and walked. She even failed to notice that she was trailing frayed ropes, her goats long since vanished. All she wanted was to escape the night.
She ate what she could find but grew skinnier and skinnier as the nights went by. Ros felt her mind thinning as well. The world seemed a skin that had been stretched too far: translucent and ready to snap at the slightest vibration. The moon was the only thing she could depend on. Even when she'd forgotten her name, she knew to follow the moon.
The insects that nested and laid eggs in her hair became her new herd. She grew to relish the sound of something creeping in the darkness. Fear was all she knew and, after a time, she learned to wield it like a knife. The girl with the goats would have fainted had she encountered what she'd become. A rare, terrifying specimen.
It didn't take long for The Collector to find her. Drudges netted her and dragged her hissing and shrieking back to his castle. There, she became part of the Fae's menagerie. Kept in the dark with changelings with a thousand legs or a thousand eyes, she rattled the bars of her cage, crying out for the moon. She thought she'd known night, but in a dank cellar without the moon telling her which direction to face, she was blind and scared. 'Light!' she screamed. The other darklings kept with her roared in protest. Had they not been in cages of their own, they would have ripped her apart for even saying the word.
The Collector released his pets every now and again. If he grew bored with them or they weren't worth the trouble of keeping, he would simply let them go. Her cries of 'Light' soon caused too much upset in his nocturnal gallery and he tossed the spider-haired moonborn back out into the wilderness of Arcadia. After what felt like eons spent in perfect darkness, she went mad to see the moon. Dancing and laughing, she promised herself she'd catch it this time. She'd wrap her arms around the moon and never let go.
The nettles that stung her legs didn't bother her, nor did the prickers that cut her face. The sun, however, forced her into a state of hysteria. How long had it been since she'd seen the sun? Cars honked and swerved around the frail girl screaming in the middle of the street.
It did not take long for the Courts to find her. A Fairest from the Winter Court who trailed white flowers wherever he walked took her in, found her a basement to hide in. He tried to explain that the world had changed, but she could not understand. Cars, telephones, electricity... It was all too much for her to handle. She wanted to return to the forest, to the night, to the moon.
The Fairest gave her a name. Odalys. She repeated it to herself until it became familiar. Still very much a wild thing, she agreed to approach the Court of Winter. They would help her. And the cold would keep the sun away.
Skills: Odalys is a Darkling Moonborn. Off the ship, she can darken shadows, cause those around her to become extremely distracted, climb any surface like a spider and drive someone temporarily mad with a kiss. On the ship, she's still very good at hiding and escaping situations she perceives as dangerous, but none of her other abilities work.
Non-changeling skills include knife-fighting, identifying edible and medicinal plants, good night vision, and she's fast as shit.
Name: Odalys
Age: 23, though her durance seemed to last twice that long.
Universe: Teind (Based on Changeling: The Lost).
Personality: Above all else, Odalys is feral. She trusts no one and is extremely defensive. Her emotions run deep, however her ability to understand the emotions of the people around her is stunted. Unlike most Darklings, she is a terrible liar. Even the concept of lying is strange to her. If you do not want to answer a question, shut your mouth. Silence is something Odalys treasures, so why fill the world with meaningless noise?
Her durance began when she was just a girl and as a result Odalys is quite childish. Suggest something she doesn't like and she'll call you stupid. Try to be fashionable and she'll call you ugly. She wants to keep people from getting familiar with her. Afraid of how they might use or trick her, Odalys is constantly pushing others away. Agreeing to even meet with a Court was a huge step for her; being forced to interact with strangers in a cramped, unfamiliar space will make her regress hard.
Still, the loving girl she'd once been lingers. When Odalys grows attached to something, she'll protect it with every inch of herself. Usually, it is just a trinket or book or bit of fabric that catches her eye. Sometimes, an animal will win her over. She's never felt the need to guard a person, but, if given the chance, she would be a fiercely loyal friend.
PB: Astrid Bergès-Frisbey
Physical description: Her mask is that of a lovely, angular-featured girl. She has large, dark eyes that leave you wondering what she could possibly be thinking. Her brown hair hangs in soft tangles about her shoulders and looks as though it's never been formally introduced to a comb. Her pale skin, red lips and willowy build give people the impression that she's someone that needs protection. If Odalys was possessed of any artifice, it would be easy to accuse her of luring people in with her sweet looks. In truth, she wishes she looked more fearsome.
Her mien, which can only be caught in glimpses off the ship, is less sweet. Her limbs are gangly and skeletal and put her at an even 8' in height. Imagine a spider with only four legs and you've got some idea of Odalys' figure. Her tangled hair is wrapped in thick knots. Look closer and you'll see that the knots are egg sacks. Occasionally, a flood of baby spiders will come pouring out of one. Her facial features are similar to her mask's, though a bit harder and pointier. Her dark eyes, however, are entirely white and give off a pale light. Truly a creature of the night, her long fingers are webbed like the wings of a bat and her head can rotate nearly a full 360 degrees.
Background: Born as Rosalba Consuela Espinoza Sandoval near Seville, Spain, year 1886, she was a common, yet happy child. She and her parents and four siblings lived on a farm just outside the city. Everyone had their responsibilities and Ros' was to take care of the small herd of goats they kept. She took them to pasture, saw that they had enough to eat, milked them. In a way, she was like their mother. Even as a little girl, she was extremely maternal. A bit of a simple girl, she was nothing but content with her pastoral life. While her brothers cursed their field work and her sister whined while she churned the goats' milk into cheese, Ros climbed and bounced and bleated with her herd.
There were hard times when the crops would wither or fall victim to one sort of pest or another. There were also times of plenty when her family would laugh as they dipped wild berries in fresh cream. If Ros were anything more than a distant memory, she would attest that, while her days were filled with toil, they didn't give her anything to lie awake worrying about at night. But Ros is gone.
When the goats began to disappear, she blamed herself. She took the beatings her father gave her without protest. The goats, after all, were worth more than she was. Still, she couldn't understand how they'd gotten away. Ros kept a close eye on her herd, and yet it continued to thin. Once, she cried out that she wasn't to blame and her father nearly broke her jaw. Her brothers fought him off, but the desperation in her father's face frightened her. It was a bad harvest and the goats were all they had. If she lost another...
Ros only turned her back for a moment and a nanny was gone. She was sure that her brothers wouldn't be able to protect her this time. More than that, she would not let her family starve at the hands of a thief. Ros did not go home that night. She leashed the goats remaining to her and took to the forest. Only a girl of twelve and a brave girl at that, she didn't worry about wolves or other predators that might be drawn by the herd's scent. She didn't mind the nettles that stung her bare legs or the prickers that scratched her cheeks. Pressing on, she walked all through the night.
The night did not end. As soon as the moon set, it would rise again just over her shoulder. Strange shapes darker than darkness ambled at the corners of her vision. Still, Ros walked and walked. She even failed to notice that she was trailing frayed ropes, her goats long since vanished. All she wanted was to escape the night.
She ate what she could find but grew skinnier and skinnier as the nights went by. Ros felt her mind thinning as well. The world seemed a skin that had been stretched too far: translucent and ready to snap at the slightest vibration. The moon was the only thing she could depend on. Even when she'd forgotten her name, she knew to follow the moon.
The insects that nested and laid eggs in her hair became her new herd. She grew to relish the sound of something creeping in the darkness. Fear was all she knew and, after a time, she learned to wield it like a knife. The girl with the goats would have fainted had she encountered what she'd become. A rare, terrifying specimen.
It didn't take long for The Collector to find her. Drudges netted her and dragged her hissing and shrieking back to his castle. There, she became part of the Fae's menagerie. Kept in the dark with changelings with a thousand legs or a thousand eyes, she rattled the bars of her cage, crying out for the moon. She thought she'd known night, but in a dank cellar without the moon telling her which direction to face, she was blind and scared. 'Light!' she screamed. The other darklings kept with her roared in protest. Had they not been in cages of their own, they would have ripped her apart for even saying the word.
The Collector released his pets every now and again. If he grew bored with them or they weren't worth the trouble of keeping, he would simply let them go. Her cries of 'Light' soon caused too much upset in his nocturnal gallery and he tossed the spider-haired moonborn back out into the wilderness of Arcadia. After what felt like eons spent in perfect darkness, she went mad to see the moon. Dancing and laughing, she promised herself she'd catch it this time. She'd wrap her arms around the moon and never let go.
The nettles that stung her legs didn't bother her, nor did the prickers that cut her face. The sun, however, forced her into a state of hysteria. How long had it been since she'd seen the sun? Cars honked and swerved around the frail girl screaming in the middle of the street.
It did not take long for the Courts to find her. A Fairest from the Winter Court who trailed white flowers wherever he walked took her in, found her a basement to hide in. He tried to explain that the world had changed, but she could not understand. Cars, telephones, electricity... It was all too much for her to handle. She wanted to return to the forest, to the night, to the moon.
The Fairest gave her a name. Odalys. She repeated it to herself until it became familiar. Still very much a wild thing, she agreed to approach the Court of Winter. They would help her. And the cold would keep the sun away.
Skills: Odalys is a Darkling Moonborn. Off the ship, she can darken shadows, cause those around her to become extremely distracted, climb any surface like a spider and drive someone temporarily mad with a kiss. On the ship, she's still very good at hiding and escaping situations she perceives as dangerous, but none of her other abilities work.
Non-changeling skills include knife-fighting, identifying edible and medicinal plants, good night vision, and she's fast as shit.
