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Author: Polly Mayfield |
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Date Posted: 22:47:31 09/28/13 Sat Name: Polly Mayfield (She only remembers her first name, legal last name is Doe.) Gender: Female Age: 28 Breed: Witch/Chimera; they consider themselves to be cursed humans, as they are born human and give birth to humans. She has perfect camouflage as a human. In groups of other supernatural creatures, her energy/aura/magical signatures take on qualities of whatever there are more of. Thus the term chimera. They're sometimes (rarely) called chameleon witches. Appearance: Polly is one of those really lucky girls who has really stunning features. Mischivious smile, thick wavy hair, and a petite frame attract casual attention, but what kicks it up a notch is the heavy weight of her striking gaze. It's like Polly kows things she shouldn't, there's a powerful, quiet wisdom haunted by the secrets and shadows of life. She doesn't have any scars, but there is a strange glove tattoo of scrolling lines surrounding her left hand that stopping at her wrist and the knuckles of each finger. Nothing about her appearance would make you think she could kill you with ease. History: Polly's memories are like shards of broken glass. The smooth planes reflect like and shadowy images, but if she strays too near the edge it becomes painfully broken and a little dangerous. She knows that a rancher hauled her out of a rampant, icy, spring thaw flooded river about ten years ago. He'd spotted her while repairing some fences on his property. She doesn't remember any of that and spent the next two years in a coma at the hospitol. Physical therapy had been a bitch, but she was dedicated. Being trapped and unable to care for herself in a place where no one knew her name, being alone felt like such a big gaping hole in her life that clung to the hope that somewhere there were people she'd forgtten. That she had friends and family somewhere that were waiting on her to remember them. Since she was relesed, she hasn't had a lot of luck remembering much beyond her name, Polly, and a few very confusing memories of people she thinks she must have loved or been fond of. There were never any missing reports filed for anyone of her description near by and local law enforcement didn't have any leads. At first she traveled around, hoping to come across something that seemed familiar. Along the way she's discovered that she sees a much different picture of the world than most people seem to. It's really hard for something to find her when she wants to be hidden, but when something does figure out she's not quite human, they seem attracted to her, especially those that actually know what a chimera is. Their blood is quite powerful and their powers (once activated) are even more useful. Whatever happened to Polly has knocked her power back into a dorment state. Her perception of the world is enhanced by her ancestry, but her footprint is practically nil. It's unlikely anything but another chimera would be able to tell she was a chimera at her present state. If someone where to follow her and watch closly, she might present like an uncannily graceful psychic/empath. She is unable to remember what she is and has lost contact with her spell book, so she's basically in her most primative form. As far as she knows she's human, she just sees things others don't. Because she gets so much feedback from her Sight the supernatural, the things that are trying to hide, stick out to her. She's crossed paths with more than a few things that thought she'd make a delightful snack, especially if they get a taste of her blood and have little self control. She's had to kill things that have come after her before. She's quite handy with her little tool kit and her first language seems to be 'eginering of kill toys' and only a few of the wilder designs border on alchemy. (Usually those weapons involve bits of previous things that have tried to kill her.) She wouldn't consider herself a hunter, she just makes sure that if something sets it's sights on her or hers, it dies. Picture: See Olivia Wilde Light, Neutral, or Rebel: Neutral, leaning light. Player Name: Stephanie [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |