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Spectral colossi from eons long gone, roaming the fields for memories of a future which never came.

Name: Everine September.
Age: Twelve.
Gender: Female.

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In the world of the waking, Everine appears to all as nothing more than a deceptively ordinary, constantly distracted young woman. In the world of dreams, however, she sheds the bounds of her physical form and become a raw, formless primordial force of creation. Unseen by all who dwell her realms, she takes on innumerable bizarre and unfathomable shapes as she observes and reshapes her universe. From a mountainous stone titan of incomprehensible size to a spectral phoenix sheathed in ghostly ethereal flames, the only real commonality between the various vessels she chooses to inhabit is how utterly alien and inhuman they are. She could be a massive behemoth holding the fabric of reality aloft in the palm of her hands one night, or an unseen ghostly visitor to a quiet and peaceful realm the next.

Personality: As a result from years of losing herself within the dreaming world, Everine has grown increasingly distant and removed from the waking one, considering it as little more than a source of inspiration and ideas for her slumber. Constantly day-dreaming, she keeps a notebook on her person at all times, in which she keeps track of every dream or idea she has ever had. It is almost completely filled with complex drawings, scribbled notes, intricate diagrams and sketches of anything from non-existent species to fictional civilisations. She does fairly well academically, all things considered, although practically every teacher she has ever had has commented on her complete and utter lack of focus and attention. She never really socializes with the other children, spending all of her free periods in the library with her notebook, either reviewing her notes or searching through books for new ideas. She draws much of her inspiration from physics, mathematics, science fiction and fantasy books, among other things. She is also especially fond of surrealist artistic pieces and their impossible geometries. Being able to go where she pleases around her world unnoticed, she is often surprised and confused whenever people in the waking world react to her presence and try to interact with her.

History: Everine is the single daughter of an upper middle class couple living in the suburb. Her father is an architect and her mother a school teacher and non-professional artist on the side. Growing up, her parents were always very loving and supportive of her, fostering her creativity early with games, stories and books of all kind, most of which of their own invention. It could be considered safe to say that they pampered and sheltered her quite a bit from the outside world. When she first told her parents about her "dreams", they were impressed by how vivid and imaginative her mind was, and encouraged her in her "little stories". They got her a notebook to write down everything she imagined, and indulged her in her endless questioning about various subjects. However, as she grew more and more distant, they began to become worried about her, afraid that she might be developing asocial tendencies. They tried several attempts to get her interested in other activities. They signed her up for ballet classes, but she didn't really have any inclination towards it. Then they encouraged her to join a soccer team, but she said she didn't like team sports. They gave her piano lessons, ice skating practices, archery training, but nothing really seemed to work. Even when she would go, her gaze was always lost elsewhere, her head never left the clouds.They still support her in her project, but worry a lot about her social integration. Right now, they are hoping that this is just a temporary phase she is going through, and that she will learn to diversify her interests on her own eventually.

Dreams: In the world of dreaming, Everine uses her dreams to craft strange realms, impossible creatures and exotic cultures. She built great non-Euclidean labyrinth-worlds which would give Escher a headache and mysterious libraries with clockwork keepers, hidden archivists of lost memories. She imagined wild, chaotic alien worlds, filled with unfathomable life forms of all kinds, tragic tales of romance with lovers stuck between worlds. She made the mystical song-crystals of the quartz city, the silver cave of the fallen angel, engraved with heart-wrenching images of her lost paradise. A thousand worlds and more, all kept carefully recorded in one precious, solitary notebook.

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