Hidden
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The Soul
A thing, not quite human any longer...
Bound to the watch, by the watch, the woman's true shape becomes clear only to a rare few friends...or to those with the ability to see past the human facade. She attempts to hide this shape from all but the closest of her friends. Unless faced with the total destruction of her watch, she will play at mortality rather than escape with the aid of her true shape.
Ethereal and pale, faint and translucent in the light, her frame loses all definition. Her face becomes featureless, save for the brilliant eyes. Hair gains length, and moves gently about her like a comet's tail, flowing through the air as though in unseen currents.
Time marks her. It coils around her every limb, binding and marking her as surely as anything. Deeply black rings curl around her throat, wrists, and ankles. Slender lines of matching black fall at front and back of body, at the center of her chest and spine, and from the inside of wrists and ankles and upwards.
Lines of roman numerals travel between the rings, an eternally repeating pattern, counting first down from, then up to, midnight. From the sides of her neck, across the tops of her shoulders and arms to her wrist. Wider lines are following the curve of her side and hips to her ankles.
Each line, each ring, pulses with an inner light, cyan and amber twisting and coiling in turn like living plasma. The soft glow adds colour to an otherwise blank and silver-white body. The tempo may never change, but as emotion buildes, more and more bursts of colour appear. It is as nothing in comparison to the brilliant golden glow that is often held in her hand. What was once a watch is now obvious as something else. A ball of light, never disconnected from her, and often seen with a long, slim shimmering chain wrapped around her wrist or neck.
This is the shape she takes when she travels through time and space. Not truly there, she passes as a ghost through obstacles, through water, fire, and more. As a phantom, the laws of physics have little effect on her. She must force herself to touch objects; once she does so, it takes conscious effort to force herself to stop touching them. A form made for dexterity, for speed, it is not suited for combat. The sylph-like creature is more apt to flee than fight. ...for now.
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A slave?
Slave Form - After the siege broke, all pretense of slavery dropped immediately. Though papers may well linger somewhere in the archives, and while they mark her as the property of one Doc Scalpel, the doll's behaviour is anything but that of a slave.
The Papers
Basic Information
Full Name: Thomasina Theodosia Tinker Unknown
Nickname: Lilyth Unknown
Name on Identification: Thomasina
Age: Mid to late 20's
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Sub Species/Breed: NA
Physical Appearance
Body Type: Hourglass
Physical Details: Curly black hair, pale blue-green eyes.
Physical Markings: Gold nipple rings.
Physical Drawbacks: Very poor night vision.
Current Infliction(s): Apparent confusion, possible memory loss.
Physical Defenses: None
Appealing Attributes: Fairly pretty. Interesting eye color. Pleasant hair. Unmarked skin.
Clothing: Rags
Other Items: Nothing was found in the slave's possession.
Behavior
Feral or Cultured: Cultured
Phobias: Apparently fearful of bugges and reptiles. Timid around animalistic beings.
Disorders: Possible amnesia. Slave is unable to recall how she got to the island.
How do they present themselves: Uncertain. Nervous. Shy.
Feelings towards being owned / rented: Mixed. Confused and dismayed at being property, though she seems to welcome the idea of being protected.
Overall Attitude: Timid, but docile enough.
Quirks: The slave will sometimes tap with her fingertips. She has a tendency to press her fingers around her eyes and play with her hair.
Hobbies / Interests: Unknown.
High or Low Maintenance: High - Easily confused and lost, and fearful of her surroundings. Tendency to follow 'safe' people like a lost puppy.
Diet / Allergies: The slave shows a marked dislike for meat, but has also refused everything else offered. Possible hunger strike. Who cares.
Abilities
Language(s) Spoken: Common
Can they Read / Write: Possibly
Can your character produce magic: Unlikely
Talents / Skills: Unknown
Training: None
Other
Previous Owners: Unknown
Previous Usage(s): Unknown
Previous status: Unknown
For Rent or to Own: Neither. Owned.
Cost: 10g to rent, 100g to purchase
Owner: Doc Scalpel
Notes: A marked change from her usual attitude, and many would be hard-pressed to recognize the shy and fearful woman as the self-assured doll of old. Hopefully, this is a temporary arrangement, but with the Drakorian siege, and her horror of her surroundings, some might theorize the doll to be broken. Then again, those with such thoughts in their mind probably never knew her very well. -
Non-Furc
This is where art goes that is of Lilyth, but not related to anything in Furcadia
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