Adia
From Changeling Venue
| Seeming | Elemental Manikin |
|---|---|
| Court | Winter Court |
| Freehold | The Freehold of Example |
| Player | Tara Crawford, Contact |
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Overview
Alias(es): None.
Real Name: Forgotten.
Location: Northeast US
Age: Mid-30s
Seeming: Elemental
Kith: Manikin
Court: Winter
Entitlement: Bishopric of Blackbirds
Concept: Discarded pet
Character Livejournal: http://adiathedoll.livejournal.com/
Physical description: Adia appears to be in her mid-to-late 30s, with pale skin and red curly hair. Her demeanor and mannerisms suggest that she is much older than she looks. When among other Lost she dresses in very Victorian-style clothing, as one would expect to see a porcelain doll. When among mixed company she wears more modern but very demure clothing. Her eyes are amber jewels and her skin is pale white porcelain; she usually dresses to cover her visible joints.
Player contact: Tara Crawford, sparkler726@hotmail.com
Keeper
Taken as a gift for Celestina, The Lady in Blue.
Background/Concept
You want your life back? Seems to me you never had one...
They say we were all someone else once. Something else. Perhaps they are correct. There are shadows that itch at the mind at times – perhaps they are memories – wispy fingers that suggest a time long ago when a child was snatched away after wandering too far from home. Perhaps she had a name, even a face. I have never known her.
I was cherished, once. A gift for a lover, I was presented draped in silks in colors too bright for this mundane place to hold and bathed in perfumes so strong you could twirl the scent in your fingers like ribbons. They were terrifying. I remember the terror. I remember sitting upon my shelf in my opulent clothes, perfectly still lest I disturb them in their amusements. It got easier. Over time I became a perfect display – unmoving, lovely and cold as porcelain in my delicate poses.
But she bored of me. He brought her other, newer dolls with which to play. I grew, became awkward and ill-sized for sitting upon shelves. But I was quiet and possessed of strength and balance. I was put to other use.
Even in the best of times it was a terrifying place. The snow was colder, though I don't recall shivering. The sun shone bright enough to invade the soul and still rain would pour down from non-existent clouds in sheets. But my skin had grown cold and smooth and the rain bounced off of me. Snow did not melt when it touched me. Senses all bled together and the indignities visited upon us for their amusement were terrible.
Others were kept on chains; I was simply left in my corner or on my shelf until they had want of me for decoration or service. They could touch you without touching you – seem miles away and still you could feel their fingers trace their way along your skin, still feel their cold breath in places a child does not want strangers to be.
But those were the better times. When she became bored of me I was sent away. I was possessed of a unique knowledge of their preferences and was well-equipped to see to their whims. It was I who ensured that their silks were kept vibrant, that their floors shone like glass, that the air always smelled of flowers not known to this world, that everything was arranged just so.
Perhaps I was trying to win her favor again. Perhaps I had accepted my new function. Funny the details you keep and those you lose.
I grew old in service. They forgot me – both a matter of pride in that it meant I served well and a constant painful sting in that I had once been such a regarded pet. I can recall wishing for nothing more than for them to remember me. Knowing that if I could only have her eye set upon me that she could reverse the long years and be amused by me once again.
Apparently mortals have a warning about expressing care with wishes. I had never heard such an admonishment before.
She found me, invisible though I had become. She looked at me and remembered.
She dismissed me.
I do not understand this place. The colors are dull, the people so... hard. I do not understand how it can be possible that I have youth back in my bones and color back in my face and hair. I have my freedom; I am told this is good. But I do not know what that means.
Lights in the Darkness
Master Antonius – rescuer, protector, benefactor
Hush – a friend in an unfamiliar place
Seeking more – contact me!
Songs in the Silence
"Adia," Sarah McLachlan
"Innocente," Delerium
"Bells for Her," Tori Amos
"Snow White Queen," Evanescence
"Where the Birds Always Sing," The Cure
"Little Girl," Tori Amos
