Eyeris

A Gift and a Curse

I'm laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate! But here I am!

Name: Bae Sun Li

Appearance:

Bae makes her own clothing and accessories. Her sense of style is not always understood by others. She is always seen carrying around at least one bag, as she likes to tote around projects to work on throughout the day, between the bags and jangling accessories you can hear her coming a classroom away. She is also sometimes called ‘the bag lady’ as a jest or jab by her classmates. She also walks with an uneven gait and a slight limp due to one of her hips and spine being uneven, and her right leg medially rotated inward.

Personality: Bae is a cautious and high strung girl. The level of anxiety she operates at leaves her reactions and many of her mannerisms somewhat clumsy and ungraceful. She hates being still, and will always keep a project on hand to keep herself busy in any moment of off-time that may occur. She will be seen knitting under her desk, embroidering at lunch, beading on the bus… etc. She puts her busy mind to good use, and has an etsy shop where she sells quilts and other creations. She attends conventions and fairs to show off her costuming skills in cosplay or historical reproduction.

Her grandparents, who raised her and whom she lives with, are extremely conservative in their values and views.

They are unaware that she self-medicates her anxiety with a particular herbal remedy. She would die before asking her grandparents for medical marijuana, so, she buys it in seceret. It is the only thing that she has found to mellow her mind. She loves crafting and doing art while high, it is one of her favorite pastimes with her best friend, Cedar. They get together, do homework, and when that is done the two girls zone out, smoke out, and do art.

Bae is also somewhat repressed. It became clear to her as she entered puberty that she was very very gay. She is not out at school or in her family. She fears her grandparents would disown her, they chat about arranging her marriage from time to time! Bae has never dated in school, always saying she was too busy to do so or not interested in this or that particular person. Under that excuse, she is very lonely, but terrified to express herself fully.

She dreams of college. She wants to go to school in San Francisco for fashion or theatre costuming. There, she will be able to live how she wants, maybe even find a girlfriend, and her grandparents would be far away in Oregon and never have to know...

Her and her best friend are also very socially aware… ish. They keep up on the news, blogs, and popular tumblr social issues. They participate as much as one can in a very small rural town and their activism seldom moves beyond the confines of the foggy bedroom. Bae will sew or knit things for charity, scarves for women's shelters and sweaters for penguins. Though she cringes during church activities, she likes the charity and helpful work they do. Cedar is a bit more outspoken on her blog, she latches onto scandal and conspiracy theories with enthusiasm. Bae bites her tongue much more than Cedar, but, supports Cedar in all her endeavors, opinions, and tumblr posts.

She is a good student, she keeps up her grades to keep her grandparents off her back, and in the hope that she can obtain a scholarship and go to college out of state.

Likes: Sewing and related crafts, fashion, costuming, theatre, conventions, faires, weed, popcorn, politics, classical music, theatre, movies!

Dislikes: Salad, heavy metal, church, sports, exercise, manual labor, social inequality!

Hobbies: Sewing, quilting, embroidery, knitting, crochet, all needlecrafts, cosplay, costuming,

Background:

Bae was raised by her grandparents. Her grandparents and mother are Korean, and her father is... unknown. Her grandfather is an acupuncturist and practitioner of traditional korean medicines, and her grandmother is a tailor and seamstress. Their daughter is Bae’s mother.

Business is slowing for her grandmother; the decline in population means a decline in prom dresses to hem, less wedding dresses and bridesmaid dresses to fit… Less enthusiasm to get married and start a family... While her grandfather's business grew, when the regular medical system fails to explain or prevent sickness and miscarriages, people begin to open their minds for alternative medicine. They are still lower-middle class, and could likely not afford an expensive college for Bae.

From what Bae understands, she is the product of a one-night-stand with a sailor or navy man that vanished over the ocean never to return. The birth was very difficult. Bae had a twin brother that died during delivery, and Bae’s mother died as well. Bae did leave unscathed from her birthday, she has a deformation in her skeleton, her spine is twisted near the hip and her right leg turned in, giving her a slight limping gait.

Her grandparents were very strict with her. They spoke highly of her mother and their family pride. They raised her very conservatively. She had to keep her grades up, do a lot of chores, learn to cook, be polite, help her grandmother who taught her to sew and encouraged her to develop her sewing talents. She always had the best halloween costumes!

She connected with her best friend, Cedar Tree Indigo Moonfeather Smith, in freshman year of school when Cedar’s family moved into town. Cedar is the daughter of two true hippies. Her father finally sold out to the man and became a doctor, her mother was content to be a stay at home hippie-mom and have netflix. Cedar is an artistic soul, but is more into painting and fine arts than crafting like Bae. She is also into gardening and ‘herbology’, growing her own herbs that she sometimes shares with or sells to her classmates, her garden is a bit infamous.

In high school she studied hard, discovered the herb that cures, started an etsy shop, and is ready to be graduated and is antsy to leave town and live a life she has only imagined so far.

Torn Across the Rift

The lithe Dzel decided to hop onto the Gargoyles back to watch. She was so light that the Gargoyle would be completely unencumbered by her as they flew.

She held on tight when they swooped down and crashed in the snow, she jumped off at just the last minute and into a snowbank. Where, several moments later, her dark face popped up from the white snow. Unfazed and unharmed.

She made no move to participate in teh battle of the Snabbits. The others took care of them quickly. She looked placidly down at the long body of one snabbit, perhaps pitying the creature. Then she turned her attention to the new creature that they had found.

"Are you alright?" She asked. "Do you have a name? My name is Dzel. We are here to help."

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Twain touched his chin. "Yeah. In theory. Maybe that was the girl we found cut open on the altar, but, one life for all this? Doesn't seem even, maybe there were more that we never found. It is possible that there were other victims, but, too cut up to separate out from all this mess."

Rozalind chimed in, she was looking through a break in the stone wall, over at a disturbance in the distant snow. "Wizards like to tempt the rules." She was distrustful of magic, and outright hated necromancy, everyone knew that.

Torn Across the Rift

@Lunar

I like the character concept! But the magic puts her over the top. Can you pick a specialty or weaken the power level or add more weaknesses than heat?

Hogwarts, 1480

"That does sound scary." Avice exaggerated a solemn nod that she hoped would accurately imitated empathy and understanding. "But, it was just a dream!. You'll only have to worry about forests in real life is if you get a detention! I've been on loads of detentions... Not because I did anything very wrong just some of the teachers are strict..." a white lie out from a Black tongue. "... Not that you will have to worry about that. I'll let you know who to keep wise around, that's all." Her tone took on a conspiratorial air. Slytherin students were known for being sly, after all. Avice widened her audience to the other first years who could start learning how to be sly and avoid detentions straight away.

"The one you have to worry about most is that Nothing teacher. Transfiguration. She is ruthless. She is envious of people like you and me." Yaxley and Black were pureblood both and professor Nothing had... No family name to speak of. "She will treat you unfairly. She favors her own kids. The ones she brings in from the muggle towns. She never gives them detention. She gives them as many tries as they like on spells and assignments and tests, but on tests she would fail me if I didn't get it right the first time!" Her face flushed angered by memories of her first year transfiguration. "She is tough, but she won't send you to the forest if you can show her what a Yaxley is made of! Right? Isn't that what the headmaster just said. 'Show them what it means to be a wizard.'" She misquoted. "He is to her prejudice now, she tried to fail me out of the class because she resented me and my family... But he didn't let her! He's going to keep an eye on her this year, she can't do you any harm. Still be careful." She nodded and peered around at the other older students inviting them to voice their own opinions about the various staff of Hogwarts.

"Who else do you think the first years should know about?"

Hogwarts, 1480

Drama in the Slytherin dorm? I'm all over that!

Torn Across the Rift

A little bump for everyone!

Torn Across the Rift

Hirshe might feel something brush up against his leg. When he looked down he would see wide pink eyes staring back up at him.

The creature didn't blink, it's eyes were wide domes, the pupils were not round but silted like a snake. It was cute The eyes were wide and round, he had a long snout with a little pink-tipped nose. It was white, with two long pointy ears that fell flat against the creatures head, the ears began to spread out as the creature tilted it's head back and forth, regarding the soldier with curiosity. The creature had a sleek body, covered in... well... It might be mistaken for fur, but in actually it was very fine needle-like scales, it's two front paws could be seen, teeny-tiny-widdle-paws with small sharp nails, the belly down was buried in snow. The creature had popped up like a rabbit hole. It was a lizard-like rabbit if one had to decided what it looked like. Like a snake, it seemed to be smiling up at Hirshe.

In the snow that Hirshe, Wolfe, Dimitir, and Vaughtar planned to investigate were more of these little creatures, but something else entirely.... The little rabbit snakes were investigating it already. Their noses smelling and prodding, their ears twitching against the back of their head. They were thinking to themselves It doesn't smell like meat... but... what is it?

The one who had found Hirshe was thinking, very pleased with itself. It smells like MEAT! I can't wait to tell the others.

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Zesiro rolled his eyes. Uninterested in being inspired he folded his arms and watched. "Wizards are the worst." Was all he had to say to Charles about the matter.

Twain peered at the sketch that Charles was making as it began to take shape. "This makes some sense... Necromancy and arcane magic don't usually work well together. They are kind of opposite forces. This took a lot of time to plan out. People with experience. Summoning is really hard. I mean, it is easier to change something that already exists then to put something into being... And it is more dangerous because what you bring in is going to have a mind of it's own, it might not agree with how you plan to use it." Twain grimanced. "Didn't work out so well for these guys."

Dzel called to the husky "Ariel." If Ariel approached Dzel would run a hand through her fur, and maybe even scratch behind the ear of the husky. "If you are restless, let us join them." She walked to where Dimitri and Vaughtar were planning their next move. "We will go too. In case it is something dangerous."

Hogwarts, 1480

Avice settled nicely into her bed at Hogwarts. She didn't unpack or arrange any of her space, leaving it off for the morning. As soon as she saw the bed she gleefully slid under the covers and into a deep sleep. It was not that the bed was more comfortable, her bed at home was much larger and much softer. Though the dorm was full of other girls, not all of whom were sleeping nor even quiet, she found bedtime at Hogwarts to be very peaceful. She knew that she would be uninterrupted until it was time for breakfast, when, she would likely need to be pried out from under the bedsheets. There was no strict bedtime at home. Here at Howgwarts, even when she put off sleep, she could count on being uninterrupted by the authorities until morning...

She did not even realize that she had been sleeping until she heard the scream. Avice was awake immediately all senses heightened save for her sense of balance. She tumbled out of the bed while excuses for her behavior tumbled out of her mouth... "I'M SORRY! I won't do it again I-I-..."

She realized that she was still at Hogwarts. She wasn't at home where Sorin might be playing a trick on her or her father might be rousing the whole household with his temper... She was still in the Slytherin dorm, and she wasn't dreaming, everyone had heard and been woken by the scream.

Avice flushed red, hoping that no one had heard her babbling or seen her fall in the darkness. She followed the others to the bed of Amelia Yaxley, the source of all the fuss.

"OH! I know her!" Avice pushed through the gathering students and sat herself on Amelia's bed reaching for the girls cool pale hands. "Ameila! Do you remember me? I'm Avice Black! Our mothers are great friends. Did you have a nightmare? I can see how the castle might be a bit scary, but, you will get used to it in no time! What did you dream about?"

Torn Across the Rift

@Eyeris In your next post, could you have Dzel try to get Ariel's attention? I'd like a bit more interaction between them but don't know how I should start if with Ariel. Unless you have some ideas for me..

@Belwicket

What do you have in mind?

Torn Across the Rift

I been trying to come up with something for the last four days but am getting the worst case of writers block.

@cpldingo

I'll send you a PM later. I came up with some ideas.