biome polar
original form a story teller far from home origin traveler nature inquisitive boundary mystical taiga size delicate (cat sized) nature features rowan (Sorbus aucuparia) elementals water enchantments storytellers gift accessories glass float with rope, glass bottle pronouns she/her current GP 604
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Aboutkind hearted - inquisitive - fierce
So eager to find stories to tell, discover new things and meet new people. Thirsts for these, being so enthralled by the idea that there are more things out there, more untold mysteries. They must be desperate to have something, someone to talk about them, share their stories. Sometimes Elise gets lost in them. Drowning in this endless desire for finding all that can be told, all the tales, myths and legends. For the world is large and old and many tales exist. It’s what got her lost and keeps losing her again and again, having periods where she won’t even think of herself, being nothing but a vessel to tell these tales. The promise of new tales lure her from her boundary and biome, urging her to go out into the big, wide world. Mortal desires, such as food, shelter and sleep, can no longer stop her. This time, she can keep going as long as she desires. Seeing new places, meeting new faces. Friends ground her, keep her from losing herself to this endless quest, for she would for sure lose herself. Wandering this earth until there would be nothing left of her but a husk. Oh the tales that she would tell, yet that would be all she would do. No more personality, no more her. Just a storybook, ready to tell her stories. |
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Yet with this self destructive drive she is keen on making sure others won’t follow in her footsteps. She cares so much, more than is good for her. Not only for tales that would be lost to time, but for her friends, the ones that keep her grounded. She would walk to the ends of the earth and back if that was what makes them happy. She would curl up around them, whispering sweet stories and humming old songs. She would sit with them in peace and quiet, be the ear they need. Elise would help, help wherever she can, however she can.
As such she is also fiercely protective of those she holds dear. This small and fluffy esk may look sweet and gentle but she has a fearless heart and a fierce bite. Weren’t it for the unwritten rules of the esk when would go for the throat to protect those she loves. She is not afraid to stand up for others, even if the bullies are many times taller then she would ever be. She will defend, she will protect. It’s what she does. |
Relationships
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Hessier
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Arkies
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Airin
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A fellow collector, who keeps her ensnared in his promises for more tales
A dreadful man who tempted her with a promise form more tales. She thinks he is a bastard and a jerk, knowing his methods of acquiring those tales. Deep waters, freezing cold, choking in a murky mere. Yet he laid out the bait and she followed, for a promise of stories is one Elise simply cannot ignore, knowing they led her to this life. So Elise keep contact with this creature, returning to him whenever that itch in her fur gets too strong to ignore. For all that she tries to stay away, she always get dragged back to his mere, back to those gleaming eyes that know that he has won another battle. She would smack him if she could.
A dreadful man who tempted her with a promise form more tales. She thinks he is a bastard and a jerk, knowing his methods of acquiring those tales. Deep waters, freezing cold, choking in a murky mere. Yet he laid out the bait and she followed, for a promise of stories is one Elise simply cannot ignore, knowing they led her to this life. So Elise keep contact with this creature, returning to him whenever that itch in her fur gets too strong to ignore. For all that she tries to stay away, she always get dragged back to his mere, back to those gleaming eyes that know that he has won another battle. She would smack him if she could.
Big old wip in here folks!
The creator and good friend, who she worries over too much
Probably also a cautionary tale of what she is heading towards if she can't get her desire to collect every tale out there under control.
The creator and good friend, who she worries over too much
Probably also a cautionary tale of what she is heading towards if she can't get her desire to collect every tale out there under control.
Big old wip in here folks!
A gentle yet trapped soul
A small little yet incredibly energetic creature. Elise met Airin at Hessier's lake, another tale for her collection. A dragonfly, trapped before they could ever spread their wings. Now they never will, Elise added as a footnote in her own version of the tale. She worried for the small creature, as she does for all that live in Hessier's mere. Yet he seemed oddly gentle with the smaller esk, maybe he really tried to do well by the little one this time. Elise can't imagine being trapped in your own skin, literally, would be a pleasant way to pass on.
The little one has a kind, happy air around them, yet Elise swears she can feel something deeper within the smaller esk. Whatever it could be eludes her, for she finds it quite difficult to try and dig deeper within them. It doesn't help that Airin seems to communicate mostly through body language, chirps and images. But there is one way she can get the rock morph to sit down, that's with her stories. They are enraptured by them and Elise loves sharing her tales so very much. Airin is an excellent listener, they are always the highlight of their visits to Hessier.
A gentle yet trapped soul
A small little yet incredibly energetic creature. Elise met Airin at Hessier's lake, another tale for her collection. A dragonfly, trapped before they could ever spread their wings. Now they never will, Elise added as a footnote in her own version of the tale. She worried for the small creature, as she does for all that live in Hessier's mere. Yet he seemed oddly gentle with the smaller esk, maybe he really tried to do well by the little one this time. Elise can't imagine being trapped in your own skin, literally, would be a pleasant way to pass on.
The little one has a kind, happy air around them, yet Elise swears she can feel something deeper within the smaller esk. Whatever it could be eludes her, for she finds it quite difficult to try and dig deeper within them. It doesn't help that Airin seems to communicate mostly through body language, chirps and images. But there is one way she can get the rock morph to sit down, that's with her stories. They are enraptured by them and Elise loves sharing her tales so very much. Airin is an excellent listener, they are always the highlight of their visits to Hessier.
Boundary
Her boundary may be beautiful but at it’s core it’s harsh, unforgiving. The unprepared will be punished, as she discovered herself. The endless snow covered trees may be beautiful, a white, pristine sheet untouched by human feet, it is also deadly cold. Maybe Elise was foolish for traveling during the winter, but the promise of new mysteries had blinded her.
She soon discovered that the branches that grow from her head are a rarity here. How they had managed to survive so far was beyond her, or maybe she simply had not gotten as far in her journey as she had hoped. Most of the trees in these region are coniferous, giving the forest it’s everlasting green color. It’s during the brief summers that all life returns. While many of the animals call this grand forest their home, it’s always nice to seem those who left return. It might also help that Elise is rather fond of her green coat during the warmer seasons. The forest just explodes in new creatures, plants and colors and she loves how she fits in so well |
Origin prompts
#1 Origin Form #2 Losing their way #3 Meeting the esk #4 The transformation #5 The other #6 Their purpose #7 The threshold #8 Their haunt #9 Shaping their enviroment #10 First time outside their boundary |
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