RE: Masks 2
02-27-2019, 02:06 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-23-2019, 06:35 AM by Anomaly.)
I don't tend to go through multiple characters in these games, and I don't know what you're talking about.
Name: Theraea Sbata-Pmutsk-Ibuarska
Aliases: Vesna Lakatos. A regular name for a regular human.
Date of Birth: 3rd Layer, 27th Spiralling, 13087th Ravelling of the Whorl of Days (While time in the Abyss isn’t entirely straightforward, you could safely put her birthday sometime around 1995 or so. Weavers live a long time.)
Place of Birth: Seventeenth Spire, the Citadel of Nineteen. One of the largest citadel-ships of the Weavers, consisting of nineteen spires towering over a massive city. Each spire has its own leadership, various organizations, schools, and so on, and the Citadel as a whole is home to well over two million Weavers. The Citadel travels across the Abyss at a fairly slow pace, while its inhabitants use innumerable smaller ships for their various studies, observances, and other interactions with the multiverse.
Weavers; the Abyss:
Place of Residence: Boston, MA. For now.
Appearance: Theraea looks entirely inhuman under any but the lightest scrutiny. She’s a humanoid enough figure, standing at a full height of just over 9 feet (antennae not included). More than anything, she resembles a giant humanoid moth, incredibly fluffy and speckled in patterns of brown and white that are never quite the same when you look at her twice. She has four long, spindly arms, equally long and spindly legs, and a pair of massive brown, pink, and orange wings (they look kind of like this) that wrap around her body like a long cloak. Her most disquieting feature is her face - it looks something like the face of a barn owl, white and heart-shaped, with two big, black eyes and no visible mouth. She has some big, curly antennae, too. When otherwise undisguised, she prefers to wear huge, concealing cloaks and adopt a hunched posture in the vain hopes that no one will notice that something is wrong.
Her human guise is a far less suspicious matter. She looks like a tall, vaguely androgynous woman with sort of tan-brown skin and long, sort-of-curling white hair. Much like her actual self, this shape is fairly gangly, but she looks normal enough. In fact, other than the stark white hair, she looks almost entirely uninteresting until you get to her eclectic taste in clothing. She never wears the same thing twice, but she always looks like a complete fashion disaster - big old ugly hats, mismatched styles of clothing, colors that don’t match, and so forth, always in a completely different permutation. She does, however, seem to have a preference for long, flowy, and warm garments - so she owns a lot of coats. Literally always wears a scarf.
Personality: In a word, excitable. She really doesn’t understand humans or their culture or half the things around her, but she’s really excited to learn about them, you guys. Always looking for new things to learn about and experience. Also incredibly bold, to the point of foolhardiness - likes to jump into situations headfirst and figure them out as she goes.
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Biography:
Friends, Family, Acquaintances, Rivals, Enemies, and anybody else:
Name: Theraea Sbata-Pmutsk-Ibuarska
Aliases: Vesna Lakatos. A regular name for a regular human.
Date of Birth: 3rd Layer, 27th Spiralling, 13087th Ravelling of the Whorl of Days (While time in the Abyss isn’t entirely straightforward, you could safely put her birthday sometime around 1995 or so. Weavers live a long time.)
Place of Birth: Seventeenth Spire, the Citadel of Nineteen. One of the largest citadel-ships of the Weavers, consisting of nineteen spires towering over a massive city. Each spire has its own leadership, various organizations, schools, and so on, and the Citadel as a whole is home to well over two million Weavers. The Citadel travels across the Abyss at a fairly slow pace, while its inhabitants use innumerable smaller ships for their various studies, observances, and other interactions with the multiverse.
Weavers; the Abyss:
Place of Residence: Boston, MA. For now.
Appearance: Theraea looks entirely inhuman under any but the lightest scrutiny. She’s a humanoid enough figure, standing at a full height of just over 9 feet (antennae not included). More than anything, she resembles a giant humanoid moth, incredibly fluffy and speckled in patterns of brown and white that are never quite the same when you look at her twice. She has four long, spindly arms, equally long and spindly legs, and a pair of massive brown, pink, and orange wings (they look kind of like this) that wrap around her body like a long cloak. Her most disquieting feature is her face - it looks something like the face of a barn owl, white and heart-shaped, with two big, black eyes and no visible mouth. She has some big, curly antennae, too. When otherwise undisguised, she prefers to wear huge, concealing cloaks and adopt a hunched posture in the vain hopes that no one will notice that something is wrong.
Her human guise is a far less suspicious matter. She looks like a tall, vaguely androgynous woman with sort of tan-brown skin and long, sort-of-curling white hair. Much like her actual self, this shape is fairly gangly, but she looks normal enough. In fact, other than the stark white hair, she looks almost entirely uninteresting until you get to her eclectic taste in clothing. She never wears the same thing twice, but she always looks like a complete fashion disaster - big old ugly hats, mismatched styles of clothing, colors that don’t match, and so forth, always in a completely different permutation. She does, however, seem to have a preference for long, flowy, and warm garments - so she owns a lot of coats. Literally always wears a scarf.
Personality: In a word, excitable. She really doesn’t understand humans or their culture or half the things around her, but she’s really excited to learn about them, you guys. Always looking for new things to learn about and experience. Also incredibly bold, to the point of foolhardiness - likes to jump into situations headfirst and figure them out as she goes.
Powers, etc.:
Biography:
Friends, Family, Acquaintances, Rivals, Enemies, and anybody else: