Chamaeleon

[Chamaeleon]

Chamaeleon. Race: Ethaefal Mortal Seeming: Symenestra Sex: Female Date of Fall: 3rd of Spring, 512 AV Place of Fall: Suvan Sea

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Appearance. By Day At the rise of Syna, Chamaeleon embodies that which her heavenly mother does. She is radiant, with a healthy golden glow to her skin and an unearthly beauty. She is tall, for a woman, at about five feet and ten inches tall, and slender. Her eyes are glittering pools of clear blue, like pure water or cloudless skies. She has perfect teeth, a flawless complexion, and a warm soprano voice that is very distinctive. She dresses to match whatever phase her Sunborn form is in, favouring yellows, oranges, and reds. Spring: Chamaeleon has blonde hair, a colour that looks very natural against her skin and eyes, and green horns the shade of freshly picked mint. Summer: An accident occurred during Chamaeleon's first Summer when she was liberated from the clawed grasp of bestial emotions. Her normal colours, the ones she might have possessed, were replaced once the sun touched her. Now, her horns are vibrant pink, veined by curling strands of emerald and her curly hair has become faded lilac burnished by the faintest undertones of rose. Fall: In Fall, Chamaeleon possesses hair of vivid red reminiscent of crushed cherries, or even blood. Her hair possesses many tones of fiery red, shockingly bright and vividly dark against her skin and eyes and crowning horns coloured gold, like the polished gold mizas. Winter: Russet hair, almost dark enough to be the colour of coffee, pales out Chamaeleon's complexion and makes the blue of her eyes stand out vividly as well as the evergreen shade of her crown-like horns. By Night A Symenestra woman at night, Chamaeleon's beauty has dimmed to reflect the creepy appearance of her Moonbound body. Garnet eyes ring wide pupils, long canines hide behind soft lips, and elongated arms that can almost wrap around her own body, possessing obsidian claws, make it clear that she is nothing short of inhuman and unwelcome in most civilised places. Her hair is a shade of midnight that offsets her ghastly skin, which in itself is nearly translucent and gives hint to visible thin, black veins. As a Symenestra, she is shorter than an average woman, about five feet and two inches tall, and is even smaller in proportion to her height than her Ethaefal form is, although this is explained by her racial need to be limber enough to manoeuvre strung roads above dark caverns.

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Concept. What once was a façade of pleasant smiles and easy laughter has faded with worry and fear into a carefully, bitterly resentful mask. Those gleaming blue eyes sit like cold, hard gemstones unless stirred by some deep emotion. The set of her mouth is now usually in the form of a frown, and she has learned to glare with menace. There is a part of her that hates being around people now, and that sees quick gestures as threats and unwanted eye contact as a preemptive strike. She can hiss like a cat, or growl like a bear, and sleeps at night in an enclosed space always, finding the safety of a cocoon-like bed to be of complete comfort. Chamaeleon has grown bitter in a year. She has felt much more than joy and sorrow in the days she walked and lived as a beast, and she has known what it feels like to feel life stir beneath her skin. She knows now to be rightfully wary around others, to look beneath a pretty face and kind words to the ugly beneath. She lacks the ability to see her own, though. She loves the small things, still. Candy, companionship, Kelvics, the sunlight... They are simple joys that cannot be replaced. There is always a part of her heart that yearns for a certain fox, but that has given up on finding him, now that she has moved on without him. There is still a harrowing love for Syna, who in her radiance brightens the world Chamaeleon lives in and steals away the shadows of her doubts. There is love for Leth, her distant father, but there is resentment for the Symenestra guise she wears once he rises over the horizon and takes the place of his mate.

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History. Chamaeleon was born on the third of Spring in the year five-hundred and twelve after the Valterrian. She considers her fall into the Suvan Sea outside of Syliras to have been her birth, presided over by her gently benevolent mother above her. She came to Sunberth not long after her rebirth, arriving with a group of people making their way north and was dumped there and quickly forgotten, not that she knew enough to mind. For an Ethaefal, she was constantly surprised by the world she found herself stranded in. She would have likely been killed that first night, though, if she hadn't met a group of people that quickly became her comrades when she joined one of many of the Sunberth gangs. Ill suited for the gang she found herself running with, Chamaeleon attempted to prove her worth by practicing medicine on the others and by offering her sparse medical knowledge as a means of interrogation, although there weren't many opportunities and she never had the chance to follow up on them. She departed Sunberth with the brunt of the Crimson Edge and a few mercenaries to go to the Spires, and it was there that tragedy struck. She was separated from her friends and comrades for half a season and fell to the claws of a bestial instinct hidden deep within the psyche of her Symenestra form. She developed a need to protect herself and ingratiated herself with a pack of other savage men and women. It was there she discovered the comfort of sleeping in a confined space, of using growls and hisses to intimidate weaker adversaries. It was there she was impregnated, although she does not recall the act or the father, but when her child was born that Winter she did recognise the Symenestra traits that had carried over. It didn't stop her from abandoning her child, reconnecting with the remaining members of the Crimson Edge in the Spires, and fleeing the city and her child for Nyka, where she has now arrived as of Spring, a year after her fall.

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Relationships. Chamaeleon has many people she has met and known over the last year. Eventually they will be listed here.

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Skills, Lore, and Gnosis. Chamaeleon speaks Common fluently and Symenos poorly. Starting skills: Astrology 25 [10 rb], Medicine 15, Symenestra Lash 10, Harp 5, Morphing 5   Skills Astrology 25 Novice Medicine 19 Novice Symenestra Lash 10 Novice Morphing 8 Novice Harp 5 Novice Rhetoric 4 Novice Observation 6 Novice Unarmed Combat 1 Novice Interrogation 2 Novice Intimidation 1 Novice Persuasion 1 Novice Socialisation 1 Novice Negotiation 1 Novice Running 1 Novice   Lore Medical Plants of Sylira Package Basic Constellations Realizing One's Vulnerability 'Bumping' Into a Stranger Blaming Another Model: Svefra Woman Through the Eyes of a Human Frailty of Symenestra Nudity: Let's All Join In Sweetly Denying a Request Refusing an Offer Leaving Sunberth for the Spires Cool Down Excersizes   Gnosis None as of yet.

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Belongings.   Possessions Cotton Shirt SP Cotton Breeches SP Linen Undergarments SP Leather Boots SP Cloak SP Backpack SP Waterskin SP Toiletries SP Eating Knife SP Symenestra Lash Heirloom Harp 050.00 grm Pony 030.00 grm Field Healer's Kit 110.00 grm Two Fur Cloaks 050.00 grm Cotton Shirt 001.00 grm Wool Scarf 000.10 grm Cotton Pants 000.50 grm   Ledger +100.00 grm Starting Package +500.00 grm Housing -080.00 grm SP Purchases -167.00 grm IC Purchases +122.50 grm Seasonal Wages [Spring] -180.00 grm Seasonal Expenses [Poor: 512 AV] +338.50 grm Remaining Funds   Housing Chamaeleon is currently renting a single room in the Safe Haven Hostel for twelve gold rimmed mizas a season and is paying one hundred and thirty-five gold rimmed mizas as living expenses.

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Thread List.   Dreams Spring 89th, 512 AV - Green Clouds, Violet Breezes*   512 AV Spring 15th - Noise and Shadows* 19th - A Heart Like My Own* 20th - Meeting in the Light* 23rd - Vendetta for Blood* 23rd - Practise Makes Perfect* 24th - In Which Two Kindred Souls Meet* 27th - The Aftermath* 27th - Licking Your Wounds* 33rd - Cumulus and Cirrus* 33rd - Hate to Burst Your Bubble* 34th - Just Breathe* 37th - Screaming in the Dark* 39th - Faces Change, People Don't* 40th - Finding Help in Low Places* 40th - Blood and Sweat* 78th - Exhaustion, Food and Rest* 86th - Suck the Venom Out* 90th - When Blood Runs Yellow* 91st - Fangs, Claws, Fur and Fear* Summer 47th - Shocking Fear* Fall 2nd - Sugar Rush* Winter 21st - An Evening for Relaxation* 24th - Birthing Pains* 31st - Forgotten Jealousy* 34th - Don't Hate* 35th - Skin Tone* 36th - Hands* 43rd - The Things You Can Do* 45th - The Journey Has Begun*   513 AV Spring Summer Fall Winter