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Dec. 3rd, 2018

Lore

Dec. 3rd, 2018 05:37 pm
“The funny thing about myths, they have a way of adapting with the times.”

If Saima couldn’t testify to that, it was a mystery really who could. Although they would be the first to admit that it is the will of the people, the land and all these factors that allow myth to continue to flourish in unexpected ways.

These tales had been rumored to be constructed. A result of traditions lost with the ever-changing nature of who was in control of the land, who was in control of the people. Outside influences would mark their territory in an attempt to wipe out the nature of homegrown stories and heroes. History had a way of trying its best under a number of guises.

Despite all this, folklore and song had continued on - managing to survive well into the modern era. Shifting in order to continue.

In the beginning, the very beginning - there had been many things. A large tree to which the sky is nailed, a bird hatching eggs - forming a trilogy - the sun, the moon and the earth. A crater into the ground forming the land and the features of it. Sky gods, and giants - great heroes whose adventures would live on forever and ever. Tricksters and demons, tales of outsmarting obstacles before you. The inherent value of wit in out tricking the trickery. All these things once were and in a way, still are. If only through reporting - if only through letting the songs of such tales continue.

Out of such a beginning, there comes a wandering spirit, someone imbued with the magic and soul of the mythos. Someone who was fated to have their memories bridge the early beginnings and the march of time ongoing. Someone all too close to the Old Wizard of songs, one trained, taught - inspired to keep a dedication to the art of song, literature, and folklore. What relation to dear Vanemuine they have is unknown - but a deep bond is there, that is what they can say for sure. They’ve already lived many a lifetime - only to take on yet another one, this time undertaking a number of roles. And for the first time, they would pursue a physical form in addition to the ethereal self that felt truer and cozier. There would be risks and sacrifices made in pursuing a physical form from time to time - but if it ensured the survival of their home, this spirit would figure it was worth it. And with that risk would come experience, the opportunity to learn more directly of what could have inspired the continuation of such lore. It turns out learning was such a passion of this spirit, that it motivated them to keep around for a while - letting themselves mature once more among others - not like them but vaguely similar in a distant way. It was through such learning that they picked up the ability to play at roles, to take on responsibilities for a time or two - just to ensure things would continue. It seemed like a useful ability to have. And besides, it allowed them to pursue interests, fascinations that would arise with the developments of their homeland. For all their restlessness, they did have a desire to help, a desire to encourage and inspire in any way that they could.

In surviving the impacts of history, this being would flit in and out the presence of their people - bringing a touch of the mythos with them. If only to keep everything ongoing, to inspire a will to survive - and if that meant direct intervention or playing a representative, so it would go. But the restlessness, the wandering nature of such a spirit could never be contained. For no manner how much they loved their people, their home - such a spirit could never be kept under anyone’s control. For all the lifetimes they had lived, the visions they had seen and seen spread among their homeland, those experiences have given them much more of a will than they’d otherwise imagine. A will that they would be foolish not to further act on if given the opportunity.

After all, one still has to keep wandering especially if that’s what they do best.
This is where you’ll see some thoughts on S. Vaher in the future I can probably find some things but for starters

Saima - which is a reference to Saimaa Lake.

Kristjan - middle name taken in honor of Kristjan Jaak Peterson known as the founder of modern Estonian poetry and a herald of Estonian national literature

Vaher - meaning “maple"

Species: A cross between a kodukaija, a restless visiting spirit and a mythic deity who maintains the spirit of mythology and folklore. Used to play a representative in emergencies. True form resembles this

Connected to Vanemuine, Estonian god of arts, songs and literature. Was looked after and mentored by him at an early age. Likely takes on a lot of responsibilities of storytelling in the modern day as a result of his influence.

Gender: Non-Binary, specifically Agender. Refer to them with they/them pronouns. a bit on the femme side of things tbh

Basically, they are a transfeminine genderless person.

For practicality purposes - it’s fine for your muse to be aware of Saam’s they/them or rough equivalent pronouns. If further questions are warranted, feel free to ask.

Note: likely to take on a more soft and androgynous appearance over time if not in formal situations. Growing out hair til about shoulder length. May pin hair back for meetings, long sweaters, tunic tops, button-down shirts(those remain a staple), lip color may not be a surprise. Skirts and dresses are casual additions to their wardrobe.

Age: late-20s physically (27-30), actual age - unknown. Current physical form is roughly around 2000, first appearance associated with Pre-Roman Iron Age and the development of identity in the Northern, Southern and Western Estonian regions. They more than likely did not appear alone. Have been in existence before that in an ethereal form - but this is associated with their taking up a more physical form on a regular basis.

Height : 180 cm - actually 181 cm.

Eye color - somewhere on the blue-green spectrum, looking a little bit more blue looking at first glance with prominent hints of green coming through upon closer looks. Roughly A30 on this chart

Weight - 161 lbs

Build - resembles this slim with light definition, more tone in the legs and arms. Actually has some curve in their hips. Their figure has always been somewhat slight with little hints of curvature. It’s just now healthier and a little more toned than in the past. Though their slightness have caused some issues in the past - in combination with the general softness of their appearance.

The best way of defining their build is comfortably lean - a little bit on the wiry side, something of a runner’s body. There is some visible muscle - especially in their arms and legs.

While Saima isn’t strictly a historical figure, they have witnessed and adjusted to the effects of Estonian history throughout the ages. And therefore, here are some links if you’d want to check that out for more context.

http://www.visitestonia.com/en/about-estonia/estonian-culture/estonian-history-a-timeline-of-key-events

http://www.estonica.org - an encyclopedia about Estonia that I have fallen into the rabbit hole on more than once.
  • Height approx 6 ft
  • Age: Unknown. They’ve already lived several lifetimes prior to this current physical form which is roughly 2000+ years old. Albeit this is their first semi-consistent physical form. Any previous incidents had been one-off situations from their more ethereal nature.
  • Is pretty good at seeming collected and alright even if they’re quite far from it. So it’s not exactly an easy thing to try and gauge their mood from their appearance since they can look just fine while the mind be running a mile a minute over something that causes him quite a bit of anxiety.
  • Saima did not take well to having someone else’s religion foisted onto them by force. In fact, they’ve taken to disrupting attempts of religion and keeping the traditional faiths apparent in one form or another throughout the years through tradition. As a result, they do spend a lot of time with modern pagans since they do seem to feel very comfortable around those kinds of believers.
  • prior to the invention of computers, had a lot of interest in farming for the longest and continues to keep up a garden and a decent backyard. additionally has studied about a variety of weapons over time, interested in engineering and mechanics outside of computer technology though the latter is the specialty these days.
  • During the time when the people were forced to practice Christianity, they never actually believed in said religion preferring to keep to their own beliefs secretly - and in fact was more than likely to encourage others to maintain their own folklore during times of oppression.
  • Is a geek about a variety of things..obviously.
  • Because I don’t think I’ve mentioned this, they’re a Linux dork. Doesn’t much care if you use other systems but..they really aren’t the most fond of the Mac OS really.
  • Loves electronic music, traditional songs and goes into different genres every now and again(including some indie based genres..and melodic death metal(specifically Ceremonial Perfection , I have reasons behind this I swear)
  • Usually doesn’t mind being alone, but when any mention of romance or love comes up, especially goes into awkward mode as they hadn’t had much experience that haven’t been unrequited. When they are capable of developing feelings Saam never feels like those affections will be returned. And thus has been guilty of purposely keeping feelings to themselves and suffering instead.
  • As it turns out, they are somewhat capable of feelings but it does freak them out internally when they do - so it makes them fairly reluctant to actually act on those feelings. And the whole process still confuses him as to what it even means.
  • Has a bit of guilt due to their distant nature that is rather pervasive throughout behavior, especially since a lot of their modern colleagues may not be fully aware of their true nature.
  • Can get irritated about being polite to people and getting shit for it in return. But generally, tries to treat people with a bit of respect. Doesn’t take well to condescending attitudes at all
  • fascinated by ideas that never was but could have been and by ideas of what could be - mostly because chances are they’ve encountered a realm where those ideas are real and true.
  • Really interested in magic and other supernatural, paranormal things but tends to keep their interest secret. Because it is connected to who they really are at heart. They have a strong love of mythology since it helps maintain their sense of self.
  • In addition to attending metal shows, they makes a point to attend all the synthpop and electronic music shows they can. They rather taken by Elegant Machinery [swedish] Apoptygma Berserk[Norwegian] and And One [German] and Pet Shop Boys
  • Noted Estonian bands they enjoy include Ans. Ander, Pia Fraus, Ceremonial Perfection, Popidiot. Although they are always open to enjoy a local group’s work.
  • As for dancing, in more formal dances they seems to have some sort of natural grace for those.. never been big on practicing them over and over but they seem to do pretty well when it’s called for. In more party like situations, they tends to mostly move his feet and their arms pretty quickly..it’s awkward but it’s fun to watch and not necessarily terrible.Just a little strange. More thoughts on dancing, their movements can alternate between a bit jerky or a bit on the languid side of things. It’s interesting and can look pretty good with the right song.
  • Teasing: while not particularly minding joking wise, and will go along for a quite a bit of teasing, Saam’s breaking point is when someone as a joke more than likely says something that accidentally pierces some of their opinions about their flaws. At that point, they may not say anything about it but it’ll be clear that something happened. Usually, a nervous laugh preceding a long bout of silence
  • Sometimes play video games, not likely to marathon them as often but it happens from time to time.
  • tends to run their hands through hair a lot. A nervous habit they suppose.
  • Is actually an entertaining drunk, takes a while to actually get drunk due to not binging too often but when Saima’s drunk is prone to dancing and singing quite a bit.And is mostly coherent.Just rather silly. Well, a few drinks may bring out a bit of silliness..but drunk, they just starts putting on a performance of sorts. It’s been increasingly difficult to get them drunk since they’ve started reconnecting with their internal self.
  • Saima is more than likely a gray-romantic gray-asexual (a big blob of ambivalence and casual interest) of some kind. They’ve had more relations with girls [which admittedly isn’t very much enough to have a general idea of what they like]but has done enough with other genders to be casual about the whole thing.. - but it isn’t overall a big deal if they gets any or not. They’ve gone long periods without and been just fine. It’s just not a priority to them
  • Sometimes when they get particularly irritable and it seems to not have a particular cause, they thinks about the things that frustrate them and may end up coming off a wee bit bitter. Calm but still bitter and sardonic as all get out because they don’t give a shit at the moment in time. -please excuse the language-
  • When the weather gets nice..do not be surprised if you see Saima out on a rather large kiik-swing. They’re quite fond of partaking in kiiking..gives them quite a bit of adrenaline..and also he can use physics and math to determine how to swing well prior to doing so./nerd even when having some active times.
  • Is a hopeless Cracked.com addict. has read all of the articles several times over and gets rather bored and a bit irritable really when they don’t update the site.
  • For some reason or another, prefers to introduce themselves as Saam or Saima. In the past, they’ve answered to Estonia but have been emphasized their preference to be called Saima instead these days. They’d consider themselves a spirit - but they might be closer to some kind of divine presence.
  • Because they are removing themselves from the political sphere, it is becoming more common that Saima will insist on being called Saima. Since they are less likely to show up to large meetings - only on an emergency case are they called in.
  • Has taken up the habit of running in the morning, helps start the day at the very least. And wake them up for some reason. Not sure what exactly inspired it. Maybe the overall private urge to just get outside.
  • new reaction headcanon: whenever they are surprised by someone suddenly they gets one of these silent heart attacks where they don’t quite jump but it’s clear that they seem a little.. shocked. afterwards, S. gets rather shy and embarrassed afterwards.
  • So. From now on, I’ll be using Erika Linder more as Saam’s primary fc.

Atieno

Dec. 3rd, 2018 05:43 pm
NFO.
 
Full Name: Unknown. Generally goes by Atieno Sharifa K. 
 
Nickname(s): none.
 
Title: NA
 
Age: Unknown [appears 30-32]
 
Birthday: XX/XX/XXXX - opts to celebrate it on January 27th just because. 
 
Zodiac: Aquarius
 
Species: transient force
 
Nationality: NA. american if asked on earth.
 
Gender: agender.
 
Pronoun(s): she / her and they / them.
 
Romantic Orientation: greyromantic
 
Sexual Orientation: grey-asexual
 
Religion: none.
 
Languages: various space languages, english, japanese, french, other languages 
 
Status: alive.
 
Job: courier, wanderer
 
Location(s): New Orleans, USA- other cities as circumstances call for it
 
Birthplace:  unknown, new orleans -if asked on earth
 
Pets: none currently
 
Face Claim(s): Kelly Palcy
 
RELATIONSHIPS.
 
Parents: none.
 
Siblings: none.
 
Family: none.
 
Significant Other(s): none
 
Children: none.
 
Friends & Associates:  TBD
 
Rivals: none.
 
Enemies & Others Disliked: TBD
 
PHYSICAL TRAITS.
 
Eye Color(s): black
 
Hair Color(s): black.
 
Height: 5’10”.
 
Weight: 135 lbs. 
 
Body Build: endomorph.
 
Notable Physical Traits: large  eyes - very, very dark as if you are looking into a void. Some markings on her skin, ear piercings and eyebrow piercing.  Streaks of blue and purple in her hair 
 
PHOBIAS AND DISEASES.
 
Phobia(s): failure, seeing things fall apart (although she knows this is inevitable)
 
Mental Disease(s): unknown.
 
When and how was this diagnosed?: unknown.
 
Physical Disease(s): unknown.
 
When was this diagnosed and/or how did it happen?: unknown.
 
PERSONALITY.
 
Usual Mood/Expression: neutral, mildly curious
 
Moral Alignment: chaotic neutral
 
Jung: INTJ.
 
Enneagram: 5/ the Investigator
 
Four Temperaments: Phlegmatic
 
Tropes:  older than they look,  In the End, You are on Your Own,  The Drifter, Anthropomorphic Personification, Mark of the Supernatural,  Safety in Indifference
 
Traits: calm, intelligent, dry-witted, pessimistic, observant, thoughtful, reliable, curious, doubtful, skeptical, open-minded, nihilistic, distant, apathetic, world-weary
 
MISC.
 
Abilities: dark matter manipulation, expanded lifespan, dark energy control, inter-dimensional travel, self-restoration, matter manipulation
 
Skills: dancing, writing, playing a number of assorted instruments
 
Hobbies: reading,listening to music, traveling, maintaing a journal
 
Likes: music, destruction, void, waiting, observing, collecting odd items, meeting different beings, learning about the universe at large
 
Dislikes: failing at her job, overtly optimistic people, arrogance, traffic, obnoxious people, being in really large crowds
 
Element: air
 
Animal: snake.
 
Plant: lavender.
 
STATS.
 
Compassion: 5/10
 
Empathy: 5/10
 
Creativity: 8/10
 
Mental Flexibility: 9/10
 
Passion/Motivation: 4/10
 
Education: 8/10
 
Stamina: 8/10
 
Physical Strength: 9/10 
 
Battle Skill: 8/10
 
Initiative: 8/10
 
Restraint: 9/10
 
Agility: 9/10
 
Strategy: 8/10
 
Teamwork: 4/10
 
Musical-Rhythmic Intelligence: 7/10
 
Visual-Spatial Intelligence: 8/10
 
Verbal-Linguistic Intelligence: 8/10
 
Logical-Mathematical Intelligence: 9/10
 
Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence: 7/10
 
Interpersonal Intelligence: 5/10
 
Intrapersonal Intelligence: 8/10
 
Existential Intelligence: 9/10
 
Naturalistic Intelligence: 8/10
 
□ 
 
PROFILE
The solar system can not contain her.
 
The galaxies could not contain her.
 
No man, no world, no existence could ever try. 
 
If anything - she was one with some effect on the control. 
 
She is the matter that influences it all. she is the matter that binds it all together. Permeating the realms at large - ever-present even if you manage to pass her by. She has an effect - people have seen her work even if they may not see her.
 
They can never really see her. 
 
She goes everywhere and sticks around nowhere. Not for long. Where was her idea of home?
 
She isn’t sure that she knew anymore.
 
Nameless, faceless, voiceless - uncertain of her role in the universe.
 
From whence she came - there was nothing she could be sure of. All she knew was that she was hiding in the deep shadows of space for as long as she was alive. The darker places were where she took refuge. The places where she could feel truly safe.
 
As a result, the bright spaces, the light - it all kind of intimidated her somewhat. She was reluctant to be in the presence of anything too bright. Too vivid. She couldn’t help but inevitably pull away from such things. it was often too intense for her.
 
She would escape. Escape to different times, to different places. To the worlds beyond and below.
 
And yet - in all of her escapes, in all of her traveling. It all seemed the same. It all appeared to blur together,
 
It would all eventually end. 
 
Would she be mad? Could she be mad? 
 
From the void she had come- to the void she would go.
 
How long would it take for others to accept the same fate? Even if took years and years and cycles of existence…it would all come down. It would all be destroyed by something or someone in the end.
 
Now don’t be mistaken, it’s not like she feels no value in life itself. Not by any means, she’s fascinated by what appears to have come out of the darkness. What appears to have been built up. She sees a certain amount of importance in all of the things and beings that have existed, will exist and will be destroyed.
 
But nothing will be the same. Nothing will ever be the same.  
 
She couldn’t live for the future when she knew full well - that the future would come to look like the beginning. Darkness all around, not a whole lot of anything. what the processes would be to lead to that - she couldn’t know for sure. 
 
—–
 
Bio
 
She knows not when she was born. All she remembers is actively moving about the dark, changing realms at  a whim - only to find places with similar levels of darkness. Similar levels of nothingness. These were the years that she came to know herself. The years that she came to know that she was comfortable with the void. Comfortable with the consuming darkness that fed her, that embodied her very existence.
 
Growing up, she was used to being on her own. After all, when a there was nothing but a whole lot of nothing, who was going to keep her company? She kept to herself and her travels for the years and years that she was premature. Just trying to make sense of what she was supposed to.
 
The next thing you knew, so many things were forming. Coming into existence. It was simultaneously exciting and terrifying. so many collisions, so much noise. So many things were coming into being and she had no legitimate reason why. Her being was still there - but she found herself forced to grow. Forced to encounter the reality that she would have to share her existence. 
 
But at least she would have an influence. An undeniable influence on the bodies that would come into being. She was essential for this universe thing. Essential for these bodies that seemed to developed out of seemingly nowhere. Okay maybe it was not out of nowhere as she did seem to have some kind of pull for this sort of thing. In order to keep things together. She had a job to do. She was supposed to be everywhere but barely noticed. Hard to detect, hard to find. But she helped keep things together - Always had to keep things together. But maybe it’s not enough. Maybe it would never be enough. 
 
Maybe everything was just meant to fall apart. 
 
Although great things can come from nothing - wouldn’t they return to nothing in the end? It was something that she believed completely. She had seen the capricious nature of how existence had been made and wiped out in the blink of the eye. She is certain that it will happen again and again. It was just how.. things were supposed to work. 
 
It took a lot of time for her to get used to the idea, to the responsibility that she inevitably bore. She was much too used to escaping and running on her own. But when her presence was essential to keeping things functioning, avoid things she could no longer do. 
 
 It was a little nerve-wracking but with poise and dignity she had to accept these changes.  She tended to keep herself around the galaxies, it was there that her presence was more often felt than otherwise. The further out she tended to go, the harder it would be to keep track of her. It was a purposeful move as the being was never someone meant to attract attention to herself. She just wanted her work to speak for itself. The work of giving that slight pull, that slight extra energy that keeps the universe running as it does. As it will..at least for some time. 
 
But maybe she didn’t exist. Maybe she was hard to find. But she was there, she would always be there - even when most things would not. In the beginning and in the end - there’d she be. Pulsing, moving, keeping in terms with the inevitable changes of the universe. 
 
She never did get fully used to sharing her space though. And it’s pretty clear to all to see.

Ati drabble

Dec. 3rd, 2018 05:46 pm
    She doesn’t know why she’s had this struggle off and on for a few months. Perhaps it is the company she keeps - maybe it’s time for a change in scenery. Variety, after all, is what keeps existence interesting. Roaming around all sides with a casual familiarity is something that Atieno had learned how to do with great skill.
 
 A reminder that this one, this one can not and shall not be beholden to anyone. Besides, she knows where she comes from. She knows the kind of company that makes her feel most readily at home. It’s something that she can not and will not let herself forget easily. 
 
Fun times in ambivalence, no?
 
Being part of a cyclical nature of creation and destruction, wielding these abilities with ease and massive strength - it sometimes makes her wonder if one should take priority over the other.
 
She’s got memories, plenty of them. When she was younger, all she really wanted to do was make, and make - toy with existence but still see these places blossom and grow. It was a fascinating process.
 
Still is. But now that she’s a whole lot older and the process of decay, of the inevitable breakdown… Atieno finds that just as fascinating. And she can’t say that she hasn’t had moments where she’s sped up the process for some groups or another. 
 
Sometimes it’s out of anger, sometimes out of the sheer ability to do so. It’s something that comes when you have some much at your fingertips and no obligation to traditional morals. 
 
Even if she’s heard of them, even if there are moments where she has been able to show some individual chillness that makes life interesting for others. The utter briefness of others lifetimes makes it all too easy for her to regard these incidents as just things she does for fun.
 
She does a lot of things for sheer entertainment - and what side of the coin they might be, one could never know. 
 
I guess that’s truly what is meant by being uncontrollable.
 “If you’re going to look at me that way, you might as well kiss me.”
 
The way her companion gazed at her hadn’t gone unnoticed. Oh the contrary, she couldn’t help but fixate on those golden eyes that always seem to drink her in. Such was the deal getting to know someone who clearly Sees oh so much, there’s not much that can get out of his line of sight. 
 
Not used to drawing too much attention to herself, the entity hadn’t been certain how to process this. This admiration of sorts was certainly enjoyable. At the very least the feeling was mutual, that she knew for sure. 
 
But he’s not the only one whose been looking though. Atieno has found herself paying attention closely, happily to any detail that she could find. The sound of his voice, the hints of feeling seen in the crinkle beside his eye or the slight movement of his mouth. The delivery of his words had been running around in the back of her mind for quite some time.  She had to admit to herself that she could listen to him for what could possibly be ages with no regret at all. Or sit in quiet if he was more inclined to do so. The wanderer was nothing but flexible about it - as long as she could be in his company, it would be delightful. 
 
This combination had her feeling all the more hopeless she supposed. Ati had made a stop to this region just to see what it was all about and got a surprise that was really catching her off guard. It was not often that she found herself getting so attached and intrigued, fascinated by someone. It was difficult for her to really bother emotionally with individuals - there was always a good reason for her to maintain something of a comfortable distance.  There was always a reason to maintain some kind of composure, she was all too used to playing a role, what else could she really expect?
 
And yet, here she was looking at this Guardian like he was …like he was. Words seemed to fail her in trying to describe this situation. All she knew was that there was a certain longing, a desire flowing through her that she hadn’t experienced in quite some time. It scared her a little bit since when was the last time she had felt like this? It was- she could barely remember and sometimes she wondered if she wanted to.  
 
Back to the situation. Despite starting to get really distracted by her internal thoughts, Atieno made a point to hear everything that her host had said. She hummed for a bit in response, as if thinking of what her response really could be.
 
“Then again…” She draws out her words, teasing and affectionate at the same time. She idly runs her fingers down the side of this Protector’s face. 
 
“I’ve never been opposed to taking initiative.” A dangerous look shows in her dark eyes before she leans in and kisses those lips she had been looking at for entirely too long.

About Zora

Dec. 3rd, 2018 05:50 pm
 ABOUT ZORA -IN DEPTH PROFILE
Name: Zora Andrews
 
Zodiac Sign:  Virgo
 
Age: 26 - soon to be 27
 
Family background: Talk about the parents. The siblings. The rich uncle who’s going to leave your MC a fortune when he dies. If they’re relevant, write about them. Write down everything you’d say if I asked you to talk about your family.
 
Zora has a mother and father that she has lost contact with during her travels. She has tried to call them every so often to moderate success. But now she feels pretty alone - disconnected from her hometown and the world at large.  Her older brother has luckily managed to get away from this peculiar unnamed small town. She doesn’t care to speak its name anymore and wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up back there again.  And probably not too accepting of the effects of staying in the small town for so long.  Her mother is a rather eclectic lady that she tends to take after in her interest in the supernatural and bizarre though it’s pretty apparent from her academic father who tends to do a lot more of the at-home things these days since retiring, that she has a drive to be more organized.
 
Relationship with family:  Zora has always been a little closer with her mother since childhood where she would accompany her practically everywhere. Including to some meetings with rather unusual figures that the ‘local authorities’  would probably her not mention or believe exist whatsoever.  However, she does like spending some time with her dad though it tends to mostly consist of laying back and catching the radio and speculating over what is actually going on in regards to the city council. And whether or not a dragon could be mayor.
 
Physical
 
Overall description: Do it as thoroughly as possible. Describe the build/body type and the facial features. Add a few pictures or names. (I write things like ‘think of a Dianna Agron when writing about her legs’, and that’s a much better reference than any long essays.)
 
Light-skinned African American girl with shoulder length curly hair. Though she could appear to be of a more mixed background. A small round nose and full lips. Generally a bit on the leaner side of things though that doesn’t preclude from having a small amount of curves to her body. 
 
[I just think of Britne Oldford. that is who I have in my head]
 
Height: You don’t need to be specific here. But having a notion of the character’s height will give you a notion of how they handle the world. (FYCD, I guess, has a post about that somewhere.) It’s not the time yet to say how they feel about it, though.
 
Approximately 5'5. Not too far off from average though her habit of not wearing too many heels doesn’t really help with that situation.
 
Hair colour/style: Pictures are welcome, too. Dark brown and curly with light brown highlights
 
Eye colour: * Brown though they flash white when rather upset.
 
These last three points may be added to the overall description, but I keep them separated because it makes it easier to find the specific informations.
 
Wardrobe: How’s your character’s style? What is their favourite outfit? (We all have those.) What kind of shoes they wear? Our clothes reflect our personalities more than we realize. You can skip it and answer this one after outlining the personality, if you need.
 
Accessories: Jewellery, tattoos, piercings. Even the ones your character dreams about getting.
 
Zora’s style is very much casual and yet she mixes it up somewhat. She likes button-downs with the sleeves rolled-up and jeans. This she will usually wear with colorful sneakers and accessories. She rather likes hoodies, generally the more patterned and strange the better. As for accessories, she wears large clunky bracelets. On her upper back towards the right, she has a tattoo of mathematical pattern that she forgets the exact title of those sorts of neat illustrations. 
 
Grooming: * Does your character wear make-up? What kind/How much/When? If it’s a man, how is his beard? Does he shave every morning, or only because of work? If it’s a woman, how does she feel about waxing/shaving?
 
She generally goes light on the make-up reserving it to lipgloss and maybe eyeliner if she feels putting in the effort. Some days it’s only chapstick. As for waxing/shaving, she doesn’t really care for it and doesn’t exactly have a lot of hair outside of her head and thus generally leaves it alone.  She does trim on a regular basis though. 
 
Mannerisms: Try to go further than ‘she bites her nails’. When/why does she? If you find it necessary, you can briefly describe how they feel about it. I mean, I bite my nails and feel bad about it because I wanted them long, so it seems natural to me that a character would feel something too.
 
Zora gestures a lot when she talks especially when she gets rather enthusiastic. It’s almost as if words and expressions aren’t nearly enough to express the feelings that she goes through during those times. She’s quite aware of it and tries to keep it under control in a professional setting or meeting someone for the first time. But friends will see the full extent of the gestures..that may or may not include shaking others in excitement now and again. 
 
She also has a tendency to fiddle with her clothing when she’s nervous. She often finds herself confused as to what she should do with her hands and that is a common reaction that she has. 
 
Intellectual
 
Educational background: As most of my characters are in college, I focus mainly in their academic life. What kind of school they went to and how this experience was for them? I also say what college they’re at, if they got in at the first attempt (it’s not that common in Brazil), if they tried another major before (Brazil works differently than US and you must go through the whole ‘selective process’ to change your major) and what their major is. If your character has an impressive IQ, you’ll find a chance to mention that here.
 
Zora has graduated with a degree in Graphic Design for University of Advancing Technology. She hadn’t mind not being on campus since she has more than enough things going on at home and with work. She’s a very smart girl though she hasn’t had her IQ tested and probably would never do so thinking that those tests are hardly ever appropriately accurate for most.  Considering going into literature but might just pursue a small minor just for the interest of it. 
 
Now she isn’t entirely sure what she wants to do with her life - having spent a few years in and out of different realms. She makes art based of what she has seen and what she has dreamt. Maybe she’ll go into writing a little bit more now. 
 
If your character is older, you can skip this question and answer the ‘Vocational’ ones instead.
 
Personality: Now the zodiac sign may be relevant, if you care about it - if you don’t, blame the ascendant or something. The personality of a character is the hardest part for me to build before they ‘come to life’, and I must confess I can only have a good notion of what to write here after having written with them for a while. The level of self-confidence fits in here, too. Try to keep in mind that someone’s personality usually has a huge influence on professional choices - therefore, it’ll justify the major/profession.
 
A little bit of an introvert, Zora generally has a pretty bright personality which shows just from the way she carries herself. She tends to have energy at most times. It’s conveyed through the way she’s willing to smile at practically anyone she meets and is pretty kind to new people. However, she doesn’t exactly trust all that easily and it takes a while for someone to get to know her fully. She tends to be a somewhat sarcastic and the more impatient she gets, the more obvious this is. To the point that her remarks can be very cutting. But usually, it’s at a level that it’s more amusing than hurtful. 
 
She’s naturally curious about people yet doesn’t exactly consider herself nosy. She likes to know what is going on but never more than what newcomers are willing to tell her. Of course when it comes to her hometown it’s different since there are always layers and layers of things to figure out. Even if she perhaps shouldn’t.  Time has changed her to the fact that she no longer really asks too many questions about people. She’s willing to learn and maintains a small bit of curiosity - but it’s no longer the same. When she is upset, she gets rather quiet and most of her expression comes from how she uses her face which can say a lot of words even with completely silent. 
 
She tends to get a little emotionally invested in people rather quickly- even f she has just met them. As a result, she often finds herself extra wounded when people are hurting are attempt to hurt her. She may not have thought they were friends right away but she couldn’t help but at least feel a little something for the person.
 
Sensitive or analytic? How does your character perceive the world?
 
She’s sensitive and while she does employ some logic, Zora has lost track of any possible expectations that she has had about the world around her. It seems to change every day and she’s not sure if she’s fascinated or scared by them. Her perception tends to be unreliable just because she is no longer confident in certain ideas being true or otherwise.    Things tend to seem very vivid in her mind and her active imagination has set of various scenarios for the so-called ‘mundane’. 
 
Makes decisions based mostly on emotions or on logic?
 
Decisions on logic. Despite being sensitive, the way she was raised has instilled in Zora a strong sense of thinking before she acts. Of course, there are some impulsive decisions that she has made and will continue to make no matter what, but still, at least, tries to weigh the consequences of an action when she comes across something. 
 
Cautious or daring?
 
Daring
 
Optimist or pessimist?
 
Optimist - a lot more cautious about it now.
 
Extrovert or introvert?
 
A little more towards the introvert. Once comfortable, she’s pretty sociable all in all.
 
Again, these questions could be answered in Personality, but I kept them separated because it’s easier to find the answers.
 
Gifts/talents:Use with care. This is where disasters are born.
 
Zora has pretty illustrative skills especially in digital mediums. But if you got a look at her traditional work, even it ist’s sketches they’re pretty impressive. Though her subjects tends to be rather bizarre visions and dreams that she has. Though she figures that it’s not entirely uncommon given where she came from.  Besides who needs sleep. Rather intelligent and she has modest singing skill. No professional but not entirely unpleasant either.
 
Over the years, she has managed to develop a few gifts for entering and exiting different realms - she never knows where she will end up - and this sometimes happens in her sleep. It usually makes for very awkward situations. Additionally, she channels a few of her artistic talents into the world around her - being able to create illusions based on color and energy. It remains unknown whether if she can use these projections as a means to grab objects and/or people. She remembers her mother being able to do so -  therefore, there is a chance she retains this same ability, she’s just been to scared to actually test it in public though.
 
Shortcomings :Try to keep a balance between the gifts and the shortcomings, but use this field with care, too. Compensating superhuman gifts with devilish flaws can be just as disastrous.
 
Can be rather impatient and prone to giving people the cold shoulder when something doesn’t work out. Occasionally rather callous about the danger in a given situation, more likely to find it interesting.“Perhaps another subject!” And if angered, her eyes flash until they are completely white and she emits a rather unpleasant aura to those around her that may or may not inflict some sensitive psychological damage. Oh encounter with strange beings when she was 10, what have you done to her. And the fact that her mother has some rather hidden changes suggest that this might not be the end of it for her.  
 
Additionally, Zora is a bit blunt about her tone so that directness can come a little too close to home. And the aforementioned sarcasm has been taken to rather cutting levels before. And is likely to do so again. Likely to purposely ignore people if they don’t catch her attention right away. 
 
Style of speech:This reflects the personality, the educational level, the social status, the place where your character is from and much more.Talk about accents. If they speak clearly or not. If they curse or prefer to use more ‘polite’ words. Does your character use a more technical vocabulary all the time? Is he or she a loud speaker?
 
Zora sounds like she’s from the southwest but she doesn’t exactly have a tone that one would expect from being in a small town. She speaks rather clearly and freely curses when things are frustrating. Or just casually, though she generally tries to keep her language relatively clean. She has a large vocabulary from reading a lot when younger and this shows through in the word choices that she makes. She gets louder when she is excited but generally has a pleasant, level and cheerful speaking voice. 
 
Life philosophy: I usually pick a quote for that.
 
Stay alive and have fun. Avoid parks that may contain canines.
 
Religious stance: Includes the character’s relationship with (other) religions.
 
Generally indifferent to religion, she might playfully look up parody-religions to see what they’re all about and adopt a few phrases from there now and again. Pretty much an apatheist over all though. 
 
Biggest vulnerability:  The fact that she doesn’t really know exactly what she wants to do with her life though it has to do with art. Her feelings about finally leaving her hometown - she isn’t sure if she regrets this decision or not. It makes her rather self-conscious. Some self-confidence issues since she is considerably more reserved than she projects herself as and this whole process is terribly draining at times. 
 
She is pretty scared of the future at times - she feels aimless and alienated. And she doesn’t know if that means she should return to her home own or just keep on the move for the rest of her (extended) existence.  This fear has been exacerbated by the reality of the one sure thing she had her family had been hiding a major fact from her. The betrayal has left her feeling increasingly alienated to the point of being tempted to truly self-isolate herself.
 
Relationships
 
How does he/she see relationships? * I have all kinds of characters, from the one who overrates freedom and thinks relationships are prisons to the one who isn’t sure if he knows how to be single. Sometimes, like these two, they’re supposed to be a couple, so I have to know exactly what sacrifices I’m asking from each of them in order to make it work. Try to give an explanation for those views, if possible.
 
Zora is open to relationships but isn’t exactly gunning for one. She has been in a few, while trying to figure who exactly she is even attracted to in general. I think she finds them interesting although a little scary because it’s hard for her to try and reveal so much of herself. She doesn’t know how people will react to her in-born oddities and inhuman traits. Gives her more time to draw and pursue her interests. However, she wouldn’t mind if some nice guy came along who could deal with the strangeness to spend some company strolling the city and talking about where they draw inspiration for projects from.  As for why she feels this way, perhaps the fact that she knows that her parents didn’t really rush into a relationship has provided her a stable model as for how to deal with this sort of situation. Just go with whatever happens.
 
Current relationship status:  Single.
 
Sexual orientation: There is a whole spectrum between straight and gay, and I have characters in many of those spots. Knowing the difference between bi-curiousness, heteroflexibility and bisexuality - and knowing which characters are in each group - makes a huge difference when you’re writing about their sexualities. If not straight, is your character in the closet? If yes, why? If not, how did he/she come out?
 
Zora does not really have a label for how she identifies anymore. Chances are that she could fall comfortably within the idea of being a biromantic grey-ace. But she really wouldn’t say that for her self since these kind of issues aren’t really relevant to her anymore. 
 
She only managed to come out after her first break-up. She found that she was attracted at least a little bit to people other than men - and so biromantic seemed to work at the moment.  
 
Primary reason for being broken up with: We all have flaws, right? And we’ve gone through that already. But there are some flaws that only exist when you’re in a relationship. What is your character’s biggest in-relationship flaw?
 
The fact that she’s more than willing to leave at any time. She can commit sure - but if a break-up happens, it will almost appear like it didn’t mean that much to her in the first place. 
 
Primary reason for breaking up: Like with the flaws, we all have pet peeves that only appear in relationships. What is that one thing your character can’t stand?
 
She can’t stand those who are closed-minded, it will probably annoy her to no end since she will feel like that person can never accept the true extent of herself. 
 
How does he/she see sex? * Sex is an important part of every romantic relationship - even if it doesn’t happen. But what is the importance of sex for the character? From waiting until marriage to thinking it’s not a big deal, where do they fit?
 
Zora doesn’t see it as a big deal whatsoever. She’s gotten some experience and tends to enjoy it when she has it. So she’s capable of having fun with it. But it is not something that she needs, it’s just a casual desire- which she has gone without and will be open to being without for some time. She’s much more interested in emotional closeness in general - any physical intimacy is a plus. It’s just not terribly important to her to be happy with someone. 
 
Story of first kiss: It always means something, even if will end up being just a story about how terrible it was. Write that.
 
About 12 years old, Zora had been idly crushing on this youth that she would work with on projects during art class. One day, they had been working on something together and she tried to kiss him - telling him that it was something that she had saw in her dreams. Neither one of them knew what they were doing so it was more of a matter of trying not to smash too many teeth together if they can help it.  It was a little awkward and they didn’t really pursue anything afterwards but she does remember it as being something of a fairly sweet moment.  
 
Story of loss of virginity: Required, unless your character is a virgin. Try to remember not everyone will have a perfect first time. Someone will end up doing it drunk in the bathroom of a dance club.
 
Zora only remembers getting involved with her ex for the first time. And honestly, she misses him dearly and regrets leaving him - probably wonders how he is doing now and if he had moved on. 
 
Is he/she a social person? There are social introverts. It’s for this people that this question exists.
 
Zora is definitely a social person. Despite being a little quiet initially, she always tries to be friendly because she genuinely likes meeting new people and finding out their stories. 
 
How important are friends form him/her?
 
Friends are very important as outside of family, they’re the only relations that she has. She holds her friends that she makes rather closely and tends to rely on them as confidantes. Because why not have someone that she can share secrets and suspicions with. Though the secret police always listening don’t exactly count as friends. 
 
Vocation - Freelance illustrator for 23.00/hour. 
 
Profession: 
 
Past occupations: You don’t need a full resume with companies and years and all that. But it’s useful to know how your multimillionaire playboy philanthropist became the CEO of his own company at the age of 27.
 
Music shop assistant
 
Library assistant
 
Museum greeter
 
Illustrator
 
Attitude towards current job: Is it your character’s dream job, or is he/she doing it because there’s no other choice? Do they wake up everyday and curse themselves for not quitting, or do they love what they do?
 
As for illustrating, she likes what she does quite a bit and now finds herself able to do what she wishes with her job without additional income. At least the money she has saved up over the years of traveling and working little odd jobs in her travels helped her build up a solid amount of savings. 
 
Attitude towards current co-workers, bosses, employees: How are your character’s in-work relationships? Remember that hating your boss is no excuse to be rude to him.
 
Co-workers at the shop, Zora tends to talk to them quite a bit and considers a few to be close friends as they can get off of work and go get food together. A few of them get together to listen to the radio and chat about the happenings when she’s not visiting her dad about the topic. 
 
Salary: A quick Google search can give you accurate information on how much your character can earn in the real world.  Roughly 45,000 per year.
 
Secrets: Well when she was 10, Zora had accompanied her mother to yet another unusual meeting in the desert and had found herself exposed to quite a dangerous..energy? Her mother afterwards had warned that it might provoke some strange physical representations over time. Which she more or less embraced as being typical area weirdness..so far this has only resulted in the white eyes and psychically haunting auras sent out when highly upset.  
 
Other the years the physical strangeness has branched out to include: moving tattoos, the ability to make colors project from her body, literally lighting up in color, some weird teleportation thing. It is now believe that the traits did not come from the exposure, those were inherited traits but the exposure only made them reveal themselves earlier then they would have naturally. (it probably would have been around puberty if not for the accident.)
 
She has been known to talk to her sentient shadow on a regular basis when she’s bored though. 
 
Greatest fears/phobias: From being afraid of spiders to fearing being unsuccessful. (Does this word even exist?) Fear of rejection, fear of aimlessness and not finding a purpose in life. 
 
Life goals/dreams: Have a comfortable and happy life exploring the bizarre and illustrating to her heart’s content.
 
Compulsions/obsessions: The supernatural, paranormal and outright surreal.
 
Secret hobbies: Trying to run into a hooded figure. She would sincerely like to talk to them one of these days,
 
Secret skills: Be. Careful.
 
What does he/she most want to change about his/her current life?  She would like to hang out with a few more people and find some kind of direction because she honestly isn’t sure what the hell she is doing.
 
What does he/she most want to change about his/her appearance? Perhaps just be a little more good-looking in general. She’s cute but she’s kind of weirdly anxious about not looking a bit older. Then again perhaps she might not worry as much as more the effects of her early exposure kicks in. Look good or look strange. Both if she can help it.
 
Details
 
Daily routine: It includes what they do in the weekends. Zora gets up at about 7 and works on projects for clients until about noon. Takes a break and works until 5-6 each evening. Some days that she works later, others she doesn’t have as much that she needs to do - but it really depends. 
 
Night owl or early bird? I guess a night owl 
 
Light or heavy sleeper? If you need to, sleepwalking and insomnia can be added here. Zora doesn’t seem to sleep very much but it seems to be common to her original town.  if rumors of citizens pretending to sleep rather actually doing so are true. At least they are for her, but she gets enough visions at night to at least feel like she’s dreamed.
 
Try to be as general as possible in the next few questions. Unless your character has a particular taste for Fettuccine Alfredo, you’ll probably be just fine with saying ‘Italian’, when you have to talk about food. Use extra attention in the questions about movies/books/songs. You don’t want to date your story unnecessarily. Or the copyright issues.
 
Favourite cuisine/food: Japanese
 
Favourite type of book/author/book: Science-fiction, horror, fantasy. Been reading a lot of Lovecraft and Lovecraft-inspired works. 
 
Favourite type of movie/director/movie: Science-fiction and horror movies. But she is a lot more fond of psychological horror than straight out gore. 
 
Favourite musical style/artist/song: likes indie and some electropop. Occasionally rap. Keeps her music taste kind of dream-like and ethereal. Though she has also has a nice collection of new wave records.
 
Type of car he/she drives/wants to drive: Your dream car says a lot about your personality. If you have a character who can afford it, give it to them. Also, if he/she can’t, write how they feel about the car they do own.
 
She has a small grey car for longer trips should she choose to make them. She’s not really too picky about cars since she bikes to a lot of her regular places anyways in the first place.
 
Lefty or righty? Right.
 
Favourite colour: Many people think it’s irrelevant, but you make lots of choices (especially, though not exclusively, wardrobe-related) based on your favourite colour. I have a friend whose favourite colour is orange and drives a red car, and I could bet it’s because an orange car is too uncommon for him and red is the closest normal option. There’s a big chance that, if you take a look at the past questions, this answer will come easily.
 
Bright blue and purple.
 
Smoker/drinker/drug user? College experimenting counts here.
 
Sometimes smokes hookah sticks. That’s the extent of her use personally though if someone offers some experimental stuff, she can’t say that she’ll definitely refuse whatsoever. Perhaps makes her ‘dreams’ even more fascinating..or dangerous. 
 
OOC trait: Everyone has an out-of-character trait. What is your character’s? (I’ve written about it on my other Tumblr, if you want a lo
 
Zora’s seems like the type to just be constantly looking and seeking out new information but will unexpectedly shut down and withdraw at moments where it will seem rather random for her to do so. Sometimes that withdrawal is purposeful as she has found out something unwillingly that she didn’t really want to know which is reflected in a rather uncomfortable expression on her face. Or it’s because she’s dug herself too deep in the situation and is now wanting to get out ASAP. Or it could be at random. 
 Name: Zora Lauryn Andrews
 
Age: 26
 
Currently resides: Phoenix, Arizona
 
Nationality: American
 
City of Birth: [redacted] Night Vale
 
Gender: Agender (AFAB) - she/her pronouns - 
 
Species: Previously believed to be human/unknown - now realizing that she is completely of a different species altogether referred to as the Nebulous Folk (was initially associated with only her mother but it’s from both sides of her biological family)
 
Important Physical Information found in this link
 
Birthday: August 24th
 
Languages Spoken: English, some Spanish, otherworldly languages
 
Height: 5'5
 
Weight: 120 lbs
 
Build:Slim
 
Hair colour: Dark brown
 
Hair Style: very curly, often a mess
 
eye color - brown - flashes white when upset
 
Personality - creative, positive, upbeat - but now a little more tired from some of the travels that she has experienced. She still remains generally optimistic about what the future holds - even if she his nervous about what that future exactly consists of. 
 
She is a rather empathetic person and has no problem relating to other people - especially if they have been cast out of society. She tends to always be following her own drum - which served her well in her art, may get her into some trouble when dealing with the world at large. She struggles with trying to play ‘normal’ when her entire sense of the word is completely warped in the first place and biased towards the bizarre.  This struggle has resulted in her being a rather self-conscious person and highly uncertain about who she can really trust. She is well-aware that people would likely think her mad if they knew more about her. Thus she only feels like she can show a certain amount of herself, which kind of hurts. 
 
She is a little introverted and generally keeps to her own company. However she is lonelier than she cares to admit. And as such is generally terrible welcoming to other people.  Zora makes for a loyal friend - even if she does tend to space out quite a bit. With an active imagination and even more active background, it’s terribly easy for her to go into another place mentally. 
 
Family - one older brother, mother and father - She keeps in touch with all of them via phone calls, skype sessions and occasionally in person visits. It’s the most difficult to actually visit her parents since they are still in her rather unusual home town. Still, she maintains a good relationship with them although she does question the advice she received from her brother to get out while she could. 
 
      “At the time it was a good idea, but is it now? I’m not too sure.”
 
Rumor suggests that there is a family secret that Zora isn’t..really in the know about. (somewhat related to her weird traits) This could change how she feels about her family quite a bit, if she were ever to find out. 
 
She has since found out the secret. That the man who had raised her was not in fact her father and that contributed to why her brother could not relate to a lot of her struggles in controlling her supernatural tendencies - he had more human in his background to stabilize him than she ever would. The thing is, every seemed to be in on the secret but never told Zora until much, much later.
 
As a result, she is currently quite estranged from her immediate family. Her calls and visits are much less frequent and she feels pretty alone more often than not.
 
Profession: Graphic Designer
 
Hobbies: traveling, writing, reading, playing video games (platformers and art games mostly), collecting music and attending concerts
 
Additional info: mother’s side of the family may have left her with the ability to project and control color around her - show others the contents of her dreams, and to travel. These conditions only seemed to have developed over time - first showing signs at about 10 years old. 
 
Education: Bachelor’s Degree in Graphic Design from University of Advancing Technology
 
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Bio -
 
When your world is surreal, how do you define normal? Zora grew up in a small town - in the middle of the desert. No one can accurately place it on the map and perhaps it wasn’t meant to be found. It certainly wasn’t meant to be escaped either - but not all things go along to plan. 
 
She grows up in this far-out, almost impossible town - filled with visions and sights that no one could believe. The suspicions against angels, the avoidance of the dog park - all things that she had known. She had lived with her mother, her father and a brother. It was a nice family dynamic - although Zora seemed to be more drawn to her mother. A mother who seemed way too keen and in tune with the beyond and the supernatural, even for this extraordinary time. The little oddities and abilities her mother exhibited didn’t seem to help matters much - especially since her dad felt all too.. normal. For an academic. 
 
Still, her youth was spent, exploring and loving the peculiarities of her old city taking comfort in the radio program. The radio, music and art. Zora discovered that she had quite the talent for art at a young age and her parents only encouraged it. Considering that she had quite the location - it was easy to find inspiration in the other citizens, in the fascinating sighs. It was hard to describe anything as unusual when the strange had become quite mundane in its own way. The young woman would spend her time drafting and learning her craft alongside her education. Her skills would develop rapidly - being able to channel dreams into artwork turned out to be a valuable skill. She eventually would become a freelance illustrator - selling her services for clients all over, fascinated with the mixes of morbidity, beauty and detail in her artwork.  Every piece had a certain kind of magic to it. 
 
All seemed well and for a time, Zora was convinced that she would never leave this town. With the strangeness of her surroundings, what would she even make of the real world? The outside world - truly peculiar in its own right and yet seemingly too mundane for a natural born oddball. But then her brother moved away.. and that was the start of a serious line of thinking. She had her from him time and time again over the years. She started to think - perhaps too much about what the outside could grant her and what the small town could provide. The comparisons would continue to haunt her even though she was comfortable for a time.
 
In the end - it wasn’t just the inside vs outside dichotomy but events in the town that would drive her away. As much as she had some kind of love for the small little city, Zora couldn’t stay if it was overtaken, under control or constantly in danger of destruction. The danger was fascinating but if her life was going to be constantly in danger - and her art was going to be limited, there was no way she could stay. 
 
Not in a permanent capacity.
 
So she had to go. And so she went - she found her travelling all over for a few years. Having a homebase in a place, a few cities over helped to keep her calm and grounded. Ha grounded was starting to feel more like a joke.
 
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People who do not understand themselves have a craving for understanding – a thing which is never spoken (Wilhelm Stekel)
 
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What was grounded when you came from such an odd place?
 
After all - Zora had started to display some odd tendencies when she was 10 years old - humans weren’t suppose to glow and be able to project colors, she did. Humans weren’t supposed to be able to change location so quickly, she did.Even in her sleep at times. Humans weren’t supposed to have constantly moving tattoos - after she got one at 18, she did. 
 
Although in her old town, this was perfectly acceptable -Zora knows that the world at large would find her strange. Bizarre and probably a little out there. All she knows is that these traits were common in her mother’s side of the family - although she never got a satisfactory answer as too why. There are too many mysteries that she has to face the hard way.
 
But at least.  she has her art, and she supposes that’s what really matters. 
 
…Well, that is something that she tells herself. It doesn’t comfort her that much but she has to be a little happy. She’s been sustaining herself on her passion for a few years. And if nothing else, that is something that she can truly be proud of - despite all the things that keep her from feeling at ease among others. 
 
At 24 years old, she is still developing and the lack of information about her true self scares her. More than anything, she really wants to know answers to the questions that she can not answer for others.
 
 Despite her having a place to live, Zora fully intends on traveling and keeping on the move somewhat regularly. Part of it is her job, part of it is her compensating for being trapped in one town for entirely too long. 
 
Was it where she was destined to end up? She’d rather not bother to find out. 

To Remember

Dec. 3rd, 2018 05:52 pm
    As the evening fades into the nighttime, she needs to let herself remember. The darkness comes with somewhat cooler air, a relief from the heat of the oh-so-bright sun. It also comes a relief from the ways that she forgets herself in the light of day. Forgets her truth among those she can not speak it to.

Although she channels her experiences into creations, the visions, the dreams, the memories - she has to take these moments in the darkness to remember. To sit outside, staring at the stars, remembering the cosmos runs through her core. That the void, the magic of space mingles among her fingers, that it fills her inner self with the ability to live, to conjure, to explore. That she can reflect the strangeness of her childhood, of her background in the way she navigates the world. One must remember that she’s beyond this street, this town, this world. It’s easy when one gets in the habit of containing yourself.

But why? That’s the question that she finds herself asking more and more. What does she gain from this containment? It only seems to bring her discomfort.

She thinks back to her childhood - where she roamed the streets of her hometown with a taste for the eerie, the bizarre, the macabre and the surreal. Finding adventure in the weirder sides of existence. That she had kept a taste for no matter where she roamed. Nonetheless, she needed to keep a taste for the weirder side of herself.

The fact of the matter is that Zora knows that trying to be like others isn’t sustainable. It’s tiring and honestly? She really, really is coming to hate it.  She knows that she may not be believed when she mentions the details of her truth. It has annoyed her before and likely will annoy her again. Damn.  And so she may have to choose carefully in whom she confides, in whose company can she bring her full self. 

In the darkness tonight though, she allows herself to sink - sink into the strangeness that is her existence. To glow and dance with the cosmos in her veins - let her eyes alight, let her auras shine and shift through colors, let an energy move among her fingers, her steps, her limbs - an eccentric vision of delight. Let even her own presence shift from being here to being not quite here - the ethereal nature that embodies her so well. If the people see her, they may think it a dream. But let it be known this is her reality and she feels the need to remember. TO 

 To know someone truly carrying the burden of the universe. 
 
@ghostlymuses [cause i had this drafted a while back and was like…hmm let’s post it.]
 
And Saima thought they had so much responsibility. But this association, this closeness with one forced into such a position inspires a lot of introspection. For as difficult as moments could be, and as many sacrifices Saima had made in trying to look after the traditions, the land, the residents, they still had so much choice.
 
So many ways for which to carry out their duties. Almost to the point that it rarely felt like much of a burden at all, more of a calling than anything else. They dare not lessen the struggles they faced - but it seemed all the more besides the point.
 
Out in the nighttime, gazing at the stars, they find themselves gazing at the ones punished with the weight of the universe. To carry, to undergo so much, and to hear the intent, the desire to make up for it all. It moved them in a way that they couldn’t let Atlas do so alone. At least not entirely.
 
Surely, they were not in any position to directly alleviate that burden. But if being around, of staying close to him was going to be of any comfort, Saima found themselves all too willing to do so. Perhaps there was an admiration aspect to being around, a fondness that drove Saima’s desire to be of service, to be helpful in the face of such overwhelming responsibility. And so they desperately hoped that being compassionate, supportive and expressing legitimate interest in Atlas’ experiences would help any at all. If only they could be someone Atlas could turn to, that would bring Saima some comfort that is rarely found.
 
A pause in their thinking, who was Saima to kid themselves. Of course, there was an admiration, an underlying fascination that accompanied the need to be of service, to be close, to be of use. While as self-contained as ever, they couldn’t help but relish the idea of letting moments pull them closer to the Titan, in exchanges of stories, sly glances, soft touches, and getting lost in the managing of existence long past their ‘expiration dates’. Oh how they longed to run a hand gently against him, they didn’t even have a good explanation as to why. They just knew that the impulse was there and only a bit of caution would stop it. And even that wasn’t ignored all the time. 
 
Although Atlas had been prone to some ridiculous moments, the wandering entity found it hard to judge. After all - being in existence for so long, every one of their kind was likely to be involved in some embarrassing incidents from time to time. Even if the Titan found himself a bit more vulnerable so such random ideas.
 
Still, traits like that always made Saima more endeared to him. To those with so much to handle and a deep consideration, a wisdom about dealing with it all. To those with such strength and yet potential for so much vulnerability. If nothing else, Saima liked to be someone who found a way to improve the lives of those they were close too. And this would be no exception.
 It had been the early 20th century. The failure of the Revolution at home  had been driving many people to leave. And while Saima had every intention of sticking around their homeland to help the folks back home, circumstances had suggested that something else would be the case. 
 
After all, they had heard rumblings of their people settling elsewhere. In a place with vast, vast amounts of land. Something had started to tug at them even though they were hard placed to explain exactly why. This had been a few years before in the late 1890s - but they had managed to resist leaving. There had been an attempt at Russification lately and they couldn’t afford to leave their people just then. 
 
But after 1905, the rumblings seem to return - getting too persistent for the old God to fully ignore, no matter how attached they were. Perhaps the need to actually move somewhere was starting to get to them.  They had wandered all over Estonia several times over, multiple times over even. Maybe it was time to establish this pattern somewhere new. 
 
Those with a strong need to try again elsewhere to established something else had needed to take something with them. And it was a rather bright youth with a talent for storytelling, for music, for poetry - who had called to Saima. Someone who they had spent some time with, whose faith in them was truly invigorating. He had a need to leave and enthusiastically, desperately wanted Saima to come over with him. 
 
There had to be something or someone who could bring the old stories with them over to this vast foreign land. Why not go to the direct source themselves? Saima had kept the stories, the visions of their memories and helped spread them initially. This youth, this young man had an incredibly faith that Saima’s efforts were needed where he was going - to a place where not many people would be like him and his family.
 
Between the natural need for this spirit-like God to wonder and the wishes of someone who had been so devoted, so exemplary in what Saima had patroned  - there was really no real choice. The need to go was there and so the deity went. 
 
And talk about a shock. The sheer amount of land, the seemingly ridiculous amount of people. It had overwhelmed Saima for a while - left them feeling incredibly vulnerable in a place where they could be so readily passed by without a blink of an eye. They lurked among those they had traveled with, witnessing the way that they would set up in major cities in fairly crowded conditions. A major difference to someone used to having so much space. 
 
How confining. How…fascinating. 
 
And so they tried to work their magic in this new land - sticking to those within the community at first, if only to break out of their nerves. And even that required some travel - flitting between cities on the East Coast and slowly making their way across the country. The Midwest, the West Coast - How did a place have so much damn land?
 
It became readily apparent to Saima that even though they were spreading a connection to the beliefs of home - even in the turmoultous times that this century would bring, there was entirely too much to learn about this new world. About the new ‘magic’ that was starting to arise. 
 
And to be fair, Saima wasn’t even sure how long they would stay in this new world. Perhaps they had figured maybe a few years to make sure people were set up. Surely that would be enough to get a handle on things. But they found themselves needing more and more time - those that had their company had wished, donated, prayed for them to stick around in some way.
 
 And how could they really say no?
 
And with World War 2 causing a whole another wave of their people to come over, Saima’s chances of returning started to dimmen by the decade. There were just too much here to risk leaving, and too much people they had to help establish. 
 
So the routine had started to establish - the community had found themselves in urban centers and so in cities Saima would survive. Working with storytellers, musicians, writers - spreading stories of the mythos, of the beliefs that needed to be kept alive be any means necessary. The point was the stories, not of them. Not much anyway.
 
And yet, to survive they found themselves performing anyway. Picking tools as time went by but mostly singing and tutoring - providing services as a way to support their existence. If a song, a story, a poem would help sustain them all that much longer, Saima would inspire it or perform it themselves. They had never been no good for making a bit of a spectacle of themselves. 
 
It hadn’t been a journey of finding other Gods, although Saima had been certain that they were out there. And maybe had picked up a few skills from some of the newer ones along the way, all for the sake of remaining at least a little bit relevant..
 
It seemed that Saima would be busier than ever - roaming and performing, teaching and exploring - finding this craving, this need to make the most of this hopelessly vast land. Even as outdone and lost as they felt in the midst of it all. And while the original causes of their travel here had long passed on - their descendants had established networks - a way to stay connected with the culture of home.  And one would be foolish to think that Saima had not been seizing the opportunities presented by these networks. 
 
It was the way to stay alive. It was their only choice.

Fire

Dec. 3rd, 2018 05:56 pm
 It’s kind of strange how the fire makes you feel huh?
 
Many times they have seen those accused burn. A few times they would have burned themselves if not for evading capture at the exact right moment. One time they have actually burned. 
 
At the stake, accused of witchcraft, guilty of so much more. Bright eyes stared out at the accusers who stared them down. If Saima had taken any reasonable escape action, it would have only served to proved the point of how ‘demonic’ they were. But would the sight of them burning provide any more satisfaction?
 
If anything, the feeling of the flames was…comforting. It sent them back into another time, another place. Another world even - one before this one. One that had trickled down to this world through stories. And yet here were their people burning them for bringing some of this old faith with them. Such was the cost of the new faith spreading on the land and the fears that likely came with it.
 
The fire grew higher and higher while Saima could only close their eyes and think. They let the fire swallow them whole, it was then and only then could they escape before everyone’s eyes without attracting notice. If it took looking like a sacrifice, a prisoner for the ages - so be it. They were always skilled at playing to the situation when it suited them. 
 
The warmth cradled them and somehow only brought them more strength, more ability to survive. It was certainly contrary to the purpose of these burnings but who would be the wiser for it? It would be a secret that Saima would carry after this period was over. After all, they would be the only one to make it way, way into the future when all of this would only be history. 
   In the beginning, there is no one to tell you.
 
No one to tell you the truth of what you’re doing. No one to guide you in the ways of being infrastructure. Of being the endlessly vast undercurrent of the universe. And not even to be seen, nonetheless acknowledge. 
 
In the beginning you start trying to play with things on your own. Trying to guide meteors, comets,stars, planets on your own. The size and scale of the objects become larger but they all, all still feel so little to you. You can’t explain why. But you know all these things feel like toys in your hands. Feels like a diagram, a diorama that you’re trying to piece together.
 
No one tells you that your work seems imperceptible, perfectly invisible. Leaving the development of worlds upon worlds to what is rumored to be fate. When things start to paint a decent picture, you think that you’re learning. You think that you’re getting a handle of this. Getting a handle of how to share this nothingness, to share this hidden space with all of these developing places, societies, species. The variety seems endless. 
 
In the beginning, no one tells you about the damage you will deal. There’s nothing like tilting a world a certain way and before you know it- all hell has broken out on the surface. You sense the destruction of a world, of many peoples, of civilizations as you alter and twist and poke and prod. No one tells you that in even the subtlest of adjustments, in the slightest of actions… no matter how stable you maintain, you are an agent of destruction. You are a force beyond knowing.
 
No one tells you how to deal with this. No one tells you how to separate, separate, separate yourself from those worlds that your work has helped make. As much as you adored them, you know that any change you make will absolutely alter them - often in destructive ways. But it all seems so small remember? Those civilizations, those beings - so brief, so minute. How could you even recall the places that you’ve protected and destroyed with a wave of the hand?
 
You may not actually remember the counts but you know the feelings. The knowledge of what your doing is leaving quite the price to pay. The knowledge of what you do forcing drastic changes in ..smaller lives. The changes that happen despite a small change or a large change. 
 
The temptation to inflict even more changes. Even if they aren’t really necessary
 
But you find it interesting, don’t you? A detached interest in seeing it all go down is all too common these days.
 
Your vastness catches up to you sometimes. Too big to care, too attached not to try. 
 
There is no reasoning out of their fate, there is no escape for those caught in your pathway. The work must be done until this round of the universe is done. But that’s far far off. Plenty of time to continue ever expanding the hidden trail of chaos that you leave behind.
 
No one tells you how you accept this. No one tells you if you should.
 
No one tells you - it’s not really your choice now, is it? 
 
A role is a role and your existence is to play it.

Overwhelmed

Dec. 3rd, 2018 05:58 pm
 For someone who spent her time gazing at the stars and wandering around the other worlds, a situation like this still left her speechless. For someone who was used to feeling composed when it comes to meeting new people and was capable of keeping a casual guard while becoming familiar..this left her speechless. 
 
She finds herself staring at the sky, lying on her back - wondering how exactly did she end up feeling this way. How could someone raised among the stars really get her like this.
 
Zora supposes that she really shouldn’t be surprised. She always did have a weakness for the outsiders. It was with them she tended to feel the most safe.
 
The most like herself, for once.
 
And this.. this one was certainly someone from an outside perspective. She wonders, she worries a little. How’s adjusting to Earth going to be like? She knows she’s never quite gotten the hang of it and she’s grown up here.
 
Perhaps not really being of this world doesn’t exactly help her situation.
 
Still she worries, she wants to make sure he does alright on this odd, odd little planet. There’s so much he hasn’t seen - is it even possible to get caught at this point? It’s hard to say but.. maybe, maybe she’ll show him a little bit. Maybe some other folks will too.
 
At least that’s what she hopes. 
 
Her eyes gaze at the sky as something seems to shoot across the night sky. Zora doesn’t really know what to do with these feelings. It seems like it’s just now that she’s got the chance to process this development worth a damn. And she’s already felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed in his presence. 
 
Not really.. in a bad way. In a few cases, rather..wonderful ways. A sly smile appears on her face. But nonetheless, it’s been overwhelming and she’s shook. 
 
Trying to maintain a sense of control had only worked to get her more stressed and vaguely embarrassed about things progressing as they did. Zora guesses she had a weird time when people surprised her, threw her off guard emotionally. 
 
And to throw her off so quickly? What even the hell??
 
Usually, it’s a few months or so of friendliness or something along those lines before a hint of anything potentially arises. Either to be acknowledged or ignored.
 
But ..after the initial conversation. After knowing that he’s got no reason not to believe her? Knowing that he wants to see some of the other worlds she’s seen? 
 
Something about that whole deal sparked a lot inside her. Perhaps too much, it was hard to tell. All she knew was that there was something..something about that interest that signaled so much in so little time. 
 
It was a little overwhelming if she was honest. Maybe more than a little.
 
After all, she could listen to him speak all day. She’d explain whatever she could given the chance.. but listening. Ah, let that voice run through her brain over and over. Let that laugh light up the area. 
 
Not to forget that, Zora found herself craving the chance to just let herself be touched, whenever, wherever by him and she especially was a little embarrassed about that. This need to be overwhelmed, totally covered, held too close for anyone to stand it - blurring the lines where either began and ended.. it was those thoughts that drove her imagination in more intimate directions. 
 
She shakes her head of those thoughts - can’t get too deep into that when she’s technically in public space. 
 
She’d go anywhere with him. That restlessness, that need to explore - only seems to get more intense around him. The sights they would see, the way she’d likely be distracted by his reaction. The sheer act of roaming together inspired such a wistful sigh.
 
To doll up for such a trip, ah, wouldn’t that be such fun? It’d be amazing, she wonders what colors, what little pieces she would wear for the sight, for the company.
 
She didn’t think such imagery would happen. Felt too much like a dream, like a movie. Didn’t feel real. And yet, here she was, plotting, hoping so much that it would happen. Just because it felt damn right with him
 
As so much really did. 
   Zora finds herself adding writing to her list of regular activities. She feels compelled to document the places she’s been, and the experiences that she’s had. Lurking about the stars, roaming between different realms - her existence is something that she can’t very well trust people to make sense of.
 
All she’s got is herself to put it all together. And so she writes, jotting down notes from one encounter or another, little illustrations of those she’s met and the impact that they have on her. She’s uncertain if she’ll run into certain individuals but one can never rule anything out. Not with her life being as long as it will be. 
 
As she writes, she thinks about the way that she often wears a mask in public. Fitting into the human world is exhausting and even though she’s her true self at home and among a few others, it honestly makes her think. What does she want, where does she want to be?
 
There’s a certain underlying despair to the fact that she doesn’t quite have answers. She has the work she likes to do, and she knows she likes to explore. But what the endgame looks like? It’s been fuzzy for her for years on end. And it doesn’t seem to be getting any clearer.
 
Damn. 
 
Sighing to herself, Zora lets herself be still. Maybe that is something she could work on, allowing herself to just be. With the panic that comes with maintaining a guise, she could always use the chance to give herself some more space. Always in need of a little more space - maybe more ideas will come to her that way.
 
At least, that is what she’s hoping for.
------

    Burying yourself in work was never something that Zora would wish upon anyone. But it’s a habit that she had picked up over the years. To distract herself from the way that her anxieties had started to eat at her. Of course she could just disappear to another place entirely to work which sometimes helps. But that often just was a sharp way of reminding herself that her methods of coping were evasive at best. 
 
But at least she was still creating, right? Right? Creating at a pace that seemed unreal at times. But meeting deadlines seemed all the more important and with the quality she was able to weave out of those magical hands - it was a wonder that she was not busier. 
 
But back to the issue of being evasive. 
 
Evasion. It’s something that she really wished she didn’t get so accustomed to do it. She wished it wasn’t an everyday maneuver. Avoid the truth with others, avoid the intrusive thoughts. Avoid, avoid. It was often enough to make her truly wonder if she would get some rest. Get the peace that she desired.
 
To feel at ease, truly at ease. Rarities that she latched on in the back of her head. Moments, that she would recreate in her more personal drawings. Memories that never seemed to last that felt as ethereal and effervescent as she was.
 
How does she make those feel tactile, feel real? How can she accept the idea of keeping those moments as close as she can? For as much as she adores the moments of peace, she always expects them to dissipate and almost gets nervous when they don’t. As if she will be somehow exposed and mistreated because the reveal. 
 
But at least she was working, always doing something to be better - to do better. If not entirely by her.
 ✨ meet the parents.
 
HEADCANON: the muse’s parents.
this builds a brief profile for the muse’s parents.
[I’m not doing faceclaims for this cause fuck that.]
 
✨ GENERAL INFORMATION.
FULL NAME: Lorraine Mary Andrews aka Lorai
DATE OF BIRTH: september 16
NATIONALITY: appears african-american [actually Nebulous Folk]
OCCUPATION: partially housewife, mostly storyteller, writer
RELIGION: cosmic religion
ORIENTATION: bisexual
MARITAL STATUS: married to Henry
STATUS: alive, otherworldly, forever the relatively cool weird lady in the neighborhood
 
✨ APPEARANCE.
HEIGHT: 5′6”.
WEIGHT: 135Ibs.
HAIR: black, curly - 4a type hair, reaches down to her shoulders. Sometimes wears braids
EYES: dark brown. Flashes white when upset.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Dressing style reminiscent of Cree Summers, eclectic, has a few tattoos, bright smile, very interesting aura
 
✨ BACKGROUND.
HOMETOWN: the stars, ended up living in California for a little while when was ‘born’
CURRENT RESIDENCE: currently living in Night Vale
FINANCIAL STATUS: $$
EDUCATION LEVEL: graduated university - studied literature and afrofuturism
FATHER:  Agot - lives in other dimension, visits from time to time
MOTHER: Cosa - likely with Agot in another dimension
SIBLINGS: [redacted] in terms of names, rumored to have 2 sisters who are a little older
SPOUSE: Henry Jacobs Andrews
CHILDREN: Isaiah Andrews, Zora Andrews
 
✨ GENERAL INFORMATION.
FULL NAME: Henry Jacobs Andrews
DATE OF BIRTH: may 28
NATIONALITY: Black American
OCCUPATION: Professor, occasional poet
RELIGION: Raised Christian, currently agnostic universalist
ORIENTATION: ??? 
MARITAL STATUS: married and just trying to teach people. tells good stories
STATUS: alive. listening to his wife, approaching the world with more wonder these days.
 
✨ APPEARANCE.
HEIGHT: 6′2".
WEIGHT: 198 Ibs.
HAIR: black, cut in a nice fade
EYES: dark brown. warm, hint of gold in there
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: well-dressed, nice deep tone to his voice, always has little fun accent colors to his outfits. Has a bit of mirth to his smile
 
✨ BACKGROUND.
HOMETOWN: Los Angeles 
CURRENT RESIDENCE:  stays on the outskirts of Night Vale
FINANCIAL STATUS: comfortable. Can’t complain for much.
EDUCATION LEVEL: has Ph.D in Astrophysics
FATHER: Darius Lawrence Andrews, deceased
MOTHER:  Martha Joy Andrews, alive
SIBLINGS: 1 older brother -  Joseph Andrews, 1 younger sister - Evelyn Andrews
SPOUSE: Lorraine Mary Andrews
CHILDREN: Isaiah Andrews, son. Zora Andrews, half-daughter.
 
Bonus - name of Zora’s biological father - Erzoi, currently roaming spacetime as you do.
 
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