Post by noël on Aug 13, 2015 20:05:38 GMT
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noël |
old as dirt | spirit (sheep) | female | demisexual | spirit of winter / librarian a p p e a r a n c e while human, long, wavy black hair flows down past her butt. thick black lashes make her color changing eyes pop. out of her head two curled horns rest, making it obvious she isn't the least bit human. her skin is like porcelain that often reminds people of a doll. the spirit often clothes herself in long, flowing chiffon dresses when out in the woods. when around humans she tries to dress somewhat casual while trying to look somewhat elegant. her true form is a relatively large all black sheep - standing at a little over five feet on all fours - with the softest and fluffiest wool. while in this form her eyes remain pure white, as bright and void of color as the snow. orange and yellow horns - each the size of a human head - sit majestically on the sides of her head. p e r s o n a l i t y
h i s t o r y on a cold, winter day an accidental litter of sheep was born. the runt was born with wool as black as coal and eyes as white as the snow. when the spirit of winter stumbled upon the small bundle, her heart instantly went out to the lamb, knowing that because of its disability, it was more than likely going to be slaughtered. there was absolutely no way she could let that happen. right then and there she latched herself onto the small creature, taking over its very being. as the seasons changed and the years went on, the lamb grew to be a very strong sheep. the spirit's energy and strength flowing through its body, growing much larger than your average sheep of course. just by looking at it you would never think that it was possible that that sheep had once been the runt of the litter. before the population of seaside boomed, noël spent her days helping the lamb's body to be big and strong and helping out other spirits and animals in need. once the population began to boom, the spirit grew curious of the humans, wanting to know everything she could about them. as much as she wanted to try and blend in with them, she knew it would be impossible. the horns on her human form would make it impossible to assimilate with them. it wasn't until she noticed other spirits trying to live with the humans that noël finally stopped watching at a distance. although, it wasn't long before she realized this was possibly the worst mistake of her life. "shame, boatloads of shame. day after day; more of the same." |