Post by Isolde Mjoll on Feb 23, 2018 20:07:57 GMT
basics
full name. Isolde Gwendolyn Mjoll.
known as. Izzy.
age. 256.
face claim. Dafne Fernandez
race. Drifter. Harpy in Life.
gender. Female.
sexuality. Straight.
occupation. Perfumer.
abilities. Can shift into a peacock. Empathetic Creation
known as. Izzy.
age. 256.
face claim. Dafne Fernandez
race. Drifter. Harpy in Life.
gender. Female.
sexuality. Straight.
occupation. Perfumer.
abilities. Can shift into a peacock. Empathetic Creation
looks
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charms
all of your character's charms and character fit in here (or lack of maybe?)
past
Born in the spiraling staircases of Samil, Isolde once led a life of luxury and opulence. Her family were prominent designers, artisans of Hanami. Her life was filled with such color. Bright turquoise, fabrics in the softest silks, and feathers the color of the sun. With a slight rebellious side, Isolde loved going to lavish parties. She had many friends and many more who were highly interested in her gift. At a young age, Isolde had discovered she had a keen sense of smell and had created a sensational perfume with little training by age 5. What made her perfumes so incredible was the air manipulation she was able to use to blend the scents to perfectly match a feeling or place. The first week she had marketed her vials in a families boutique, they sold out within a week.
Isolde adored the limelight and prestige that followed her. She was a protégé and had even masters scratching their heads. There were invitations to Tissam, Ryo, and balls in the capital. When she came of age, she even had found a fine, feathered husband. A sturdy man. Charismatic. Brave. Bold. He was a leader and chased her passionately. She called him her Adonis. Their wedding was one for the ages. Shimmering lights and glamour. Anyone who was anyone made an appearance. No one could deny how beautiful the couple were. All should have ended with a happily ever after. Should've.
You see once the newly weds left the nest and moved in together everything started to change. Slow, at first. It started with the anger. Always over the smallest things, her husband would come home fuming in rage. Then he began telling her what she could and could not wear. She was married now and needed to dress as such. Modesty was key, but for someone as fashion forward as Isolde this could not be abided. Begrudgingly she followed his command and an icy wall began to form around her heart. Next came her friends. Very strictly she was no longer allowed to have friends who were males, as now apparently this was seen as 'improper'. Then family, until Isolde was virtually a shell of the woman she once had been. She beautiful clothes gone, her support system, her smile, even her career. She was to be at home and wait for her dear husband to return.
When he did make it home, he stank of fruit wines and honeyed beers. He'd stagger in swearing a storm, making a mess in the kitchen before finally plopping on the bed. The changes in Isolde's life were so subtle, she didn't know they had even happened. One day, she woke up looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the woman she had become. It was then she started to pack her bags. She couldn't live like this anymore. Unfortunately, on this peculiar day, her husband just happened to be coming home earlier. When he saw the bags, the only thought in his mind was that there was another. This made him furious. His blood boiling, he raised his fist. And for the first time, Izzy fought back.
But she just wasn't strong enough to overpower the man. His fists continued to rain down on her tiny frame and she felt the pull of life leave her. She could feel the blood trickling down her face as her head was bashed against the floor of their home. The throbbing pain and her own screams as she cried for help. Until nothing and darkness took her. She awoke to soft words, the cooing of peacocks, and the brush of feathers. Her eyes flittered open and she was in a vast open plain. She found herself without a heart, without her wings, and without need of food, shelter, or water. She was both here and not here. Picking herself up, she began to walk.
Over time, she had found that she was Ulme. This suited her just fine, as she wandered from place to place never staying long. She wanted to show her face as little as possible. Along with her new existence, she found that she also could shift into a peacock and had a lingering fear of men. Several years went by this way. Until she came across a tribe of women. Old and young, they had bonded together with a common mission to escape the violence of men. They were a mix of races, humans, dwarves, and centaurs. Isolde joined their band for some time. It was the first place she had felt safe again. She had missed her family desperately, but knew she could never return to them. It was here she learned the flowers of the plains and began to experiment with scents once more.
Though her air magic was now gone, she now found an intense calling for emotions. She finally had found purpose, she aimed to discover what scents emotions carried and how to bottle and keep them. Only the safe ones. Nervousness, Giddiness, or Joy. Anger, Betrayal, and Longing were far too close to home to touch. She herself had found that she could now bring little creations to life. In moments of intense emotion, tiny constructs would form to do her bidding. They were her friends and brought her great happiness. Isolde also had found that she no longer aged. After twenty years with the tribe, she still looked very much the same as when she joined. Questions began forming, and in the middle of the night, Isolde snuck away.
A pattern bloomed. Isolde would travel around Hanami, settle for a few years and leave before anyone could recognize her or her condition. With one exception, she never returned to Chanda and stayed far away from men. She would go years at a time in complete solitude while other years, she lived among the bustling city streets. Isolde loved the freedom to choose, and though she was lonely, she had her work to keep her sane.
Isolde adored the limelight and prestige that followed her. She was a protégé and had even masters scratching their heads. There were invitations to Tissam, Ryo, and balls in the capital. When she came of age, she even had found a fine, feathered husband. A sturdy man. Charismatic. Brave. Bold. He was a leader and chased her passionately. She called him her Adonis. Their wedding was one for the ages. Shimmering lights and glamour. Anyone who was anyone made an appearance. No one could deny how beautiful the couple were. All should have ended with a happily ever after. Should've.
You see once the newly weds left the nest and moved in together everything started to change. Slow, at first. It started with the anger. Always over the smallest things, her husband would come home fuming in rage. Then he began telling her what she could and could not wear. She was married now and needed to dress as such. Modesty was key, but for someone as fashion forward as Isolde this could not be abided. Begrudgingly she followed his command and an icy wall began to form around her heart. Next came her friends. Very strictly she was no longer allowed to have friends who were males, as now apparently this was seen as 'improper'. Then family, until Isolde was virtually a shell of the woman she once had been. She beautiful clothes gone, her support system, her smile, even her career. She was to be at home and wait for her dear husband to return.
When he did make it home, he stank of fruit wines and honeyed beers. He'd stagger in swearing a storm, making a mess in the kitchen before finally plopping on the bed. The changes in Isolde's life were so subtle, she didn't know they had even happened. One day, she woke up looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the woman she had become. It was then she started to pack her bags. She couldn't live like this anymore. Unfortunately, on this peculiar day, her husband just happened to be coming home earlier. When he saw the bags, the only thought in his mind was that there was another. This made him furious. His blood boiling, he raised his fist. And for the first time, Izzy fought back.
But she just wasn't strong enough to overpower the man. His fists continued to rain down on her tiny frame and she felt the pull of life leave her. She could feel the blood trickling down her face as her head was bashed against the floor of their home. The throbbing pain and her own screams as she cried for help. Until nothing and darkness took her. She awoke to soft words, the cooing of peacocks, and the brush of feathers. Her eyes flittered open and she was in a vast open plain. She found herself without a heart, without her wings, and without need of food, shelter, or water. She was both here and not here. Picking herself up, she began to walk.
Over time, she had found that she was Ulme. This suited her just fine, as she wandered from place to place never staying long. She wanted to show her face as little as possible. Along with her new existence, she found that she also could shift into a peacock and had a lingering fear of men. Several years went by this way. Until she came across a tribe of women. Old and young, they had bonded together with a common mission to escape the violence of men. They were a mix of races, humans, dwarves, and centaurs. Isolde joined their band for some time. It was the first place she had felt safe again. She had missed her family desperately, but knew she could never return to them. It was here she learned the flowers of the plains and began to experiment with scents once more.
Though her air magic was now gone, she now found an intense calling for emotions. She finally had found purpose, she aimed to discover what scents emotions carried and how to bottle and keep them. Only the safe ones. Nervousness, Giddiness, or Joy. Anger, Betrayal, and Longing were far too close to home to touch. She herself had found that she could now bring little creations to life. In moments of intense emotion, tiny constructs would form to do her bidding. They were her friends and brought her great happiness. Isolde also had found that she no longer aged. After twenty years with the tribe, she still looked very much the same as when she joined. Questions began forming, and in the middle of the night, Isolde snuck away.
A pattern bloomed. Isolde would travel around Hanami, settle for a few years and leave before anyone could recognize her or her condition. With one exception, she never returned to Chanda and stayed far away from men. She would go years at a time in complete solitude while other years, she lived among the bustling city streets. Isolde loved the freedom to choose, and though she was lonely, she had her work to keep her sane.
family
-none to speak of-
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