nihlistic
stoic
curious
strange (kinda creepy?)
ghost-like
born
Spring 1706
Spring 1706
age
2 years old
2 years old
gender
Female
Female
nationality
Mainlander
Mainlander
allegiance
Saora
Saora
guild
Commonwealth
Commonwealth
profession
Noblewoman
Noblewoman
home
Aberdeen
Aberdeen
Marred. The girl’s canvas is blank and stark white, yet blemished with ash and charcoal. The purity she could have been is smeared by tragic smudges of graphite as if her figure was drawn and erased over and over, each mistaken pencil line as evidence of her creator’s indecision. Some lines had been traced over several times, leaving marks of dark slate- while others mere traces, just a shade faintly more murky than the glittering white threads that tie her delicate form together.
The solemnity that her quiet soul has caged reveals itself in the dark mascara stains dripping from the corners of her pale eyes and smudged around the edges. The sad drips collect only in the corners of her eyes, pooling there and nowhere else. The messy makeup marks are tragically blatant against the pale milk of her cheeks and forehead that spans pristinely until her ears and muzzle. The edges of the girl are the darkest, saturated black at the very tips of her ears, tail, and around her dark lips. Moving away from the lines and inward the darkness fades gradually away, a soft gradient of diluted ash into the base of her ears and the lines of her maw.
Smeared across her back is a similarly soft, diluted silver. Harsh edges are absent across the span of her body, the stormy clouds of her spine fading into a chilly winter haze that swathes her limbs and belly, and drifting up to hang around her neck like a mane of snow. Like the entirety of her body, her blue eyes are watered down with gray colourant. What perhaps began as a bright baby blue was desaturated as the turpentine spilled across her canvas, diluting the pigment until it dried permanently into the subtle, muted gray-blue that collects in her eyes. The emotion in her gaze is almost as pallid as the color itself— and often absent altogether.
ART➤ Sealoon
fur palette
Arctic
Arctic
eye colour
Blue
Blue
size
Medium
Medium
scent
smoke & rain
smoke & rain
A quiet solemness settled on her soul, nesting there resolutely like a sleepy bird. The pensive twigs and silent sticks that make up the nest in which the bird broods are the silvery threads that stitch together the pieces of her self, weaved with reflective concentration to create the blank canvas of her heart. There is a hush over her entire atmosphere.
Somberly the bird coexists within her, living in a strange harmony that allows the girl to watch the world through fogged glass. Her eyes gloss over the gloom of her heart as she possesses a surprising tenacity to resist falling into her melancholia— and yet she lacks the wings to rise above it, either. She rests contently in her despondency without truly feeling hopeless herself. Like the little doleful bird, she keeps the wings of her emotions clipped, allowing only the fluttering of each feeling without it possessing the ability to take flight.
In spite of the distance she is able to place between herself, her emotions, and the rest of the world, little seeds of judgement blossom into tiny flowers within her, possessing just enough color and hue to be warrant acknowledgement. Morality lingers in her core, guiding her sense as well as her critical tendencies. Forgiveness offered from her is as rare as a genuine smile— but that does not mean that she is lacking in reflection. Black and white do not exist— but dark white and light black do. However convoluted the shades of the world, the girl forever attempts to trail amongst the pastel tones.
In limbo the Vanadium child resides, caught between sober understanding of reality, and the haze she lives in to deny the very same truths she recognizes. Those somber wings reach out, flapping and fluttering to keep her floating steadily above the earth, to keep her paws pristine, untainted by the grime and confusion of her kind.
ART➤ amphi
alignment
True Neutral
True Neutral
likes
dislikes
attracted to
Undecided
Undecided
supporting
Undecided
Undecided
Born to a mother who was lost within herself and substances, a father she never knew, a stepfather who took little interest in herself and her siblings -- Thea found her connection and purpose in her brothers -- Elias, in particular. She couldn't say why she and Elias seemed to form the only connection that mattered, why Calder seemed out of the loop -- other than fate's funny whims. She grew up wandering marbled halls and many feasts, but consistently found her appetite waning and her desires empty. She lives a ghost-like life, one paw in the world and one paw ... somewhere else.
ART➤ saltwaterhermit
parents
Sinclair (m) & Lye (f)
Sinclair (m) & Lye (f)
siblings
Monarch, Elias, Calder
Monarch, Elias, Calder
lover
n/a
n/a
children
n/a
n/a
extended
Victorian (m) & Florence Rose (F), Other coaxes
Victorian (m) & Florence Rose (F), Other coaxes
Favor
Injuries
Achievements
