Lady Garnet
From Changeling Venue
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Overview
Name: Lady Garnet Winters
Also known as: Ice Baroness
Title(s): Duchess of the Cold's Caress
Real Name: Marie Roosevelt
Location: Columbia, Missouri - USA
Age: Appears to be in mid-twenties. Emerged from Arcadia in 1975.
Seeming: Fairest
Kith: Flowering
Court: Winter
Entitlement: Duchy of the Icebound Heart
Motley:
Keeper: Unknown
Concept: Seducer, Manipulator
Key Traits: Striking Looks 4, Mantle (Winter) 4
Physical description:
Real World - Garnet is a tall woman with long dark curly hair, her skin is very pale, with with a desirable pink tinge to it.
Mien - Garnet stands in truth about 6'9" high, with long curly hair, though it is never frizzed. Her eyes are the deep blue of ice. Atop her head her hair is braided into a circlet that has rose blossoms poking out from it in the spring and summer cycles. During the fall and winter they bloom into a full circlet of roses. When manifesting the Winter Crown, they will freeze over, and become as blue as her eyes, and covered in a sheet of ice. Garnet always seems to have snow on her head, shoulders and feet, and every time you look at her it seems as though more has gathered. Her fingers are long and thin, her hands as a whole large and imposing. Her fingers and toes end in small white thorns growing where nails should be. Her skin is the colour and texture of sweet pink rose petals.
Clothing - Garnet is usually wearing hedge spun clothes of some variety or another, and is usually found carrying elegant weaponry on her. Though she is never seen using said weaponry
Inspirations
Characters
The Winter Witch - The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe Novel (Attitude Influence, Stereotyping)
Kitiara - Dragonlance (Attitude Influence)
Angeronia - Roman Goddess of Pleasure (Methodology)
Tika - Dragonlance (Outward appearance)
Auril - Goddess from Forgotten Realms Campaign Setting (Stereotyping)
Quotes/Lyrics
"An angelface smiles to me
Under a headline of tragedy
That smile used to give me warmth
Farewell - no words to say
beside the cross on your grave
and those forever burning candles
Needed elsewhere
to remind us of the shortness of our time
Tears laid for them
Tears of love, tears of fear
Bury my dreams, dig up my sorrows
Oh, Lord why
the angels fall first
Not relieved by thougts of Shangri-La
Nor enlightened by lessons of Christ
I'll never understand the meaning of the right
Ignorance lead me into the light
[Repeat chorus]
Sing me a song
of your beauty
of your kingdom
Let the melodies of your harps
caress those whom we still need
Yesterday we shook hands
My friend
Today a moonbeam lightens my path
My guardian
"
- Angels Fall First by Nightwish
History
Torn from the world in the 60's. The flowerchild was forced to grow flowers in her keepers garden of eternal snow.She was often torn from her primary duty of tending the garden to engage in all manners of profane relationships with other servants, and sometimes with her keeper itself. Everything from BDSM to torture to rape to actual love. She had her heart torn asunder and reformed over and over by the constant flux of emotions that she eventually stopped caring. She lost concern with the concepts of love. One day, tending the garden while the keeper was busy with the other slaves, she noticed something. The vine wall that surrounded the gardens was broken, a hole. A small hole, no larger than a rabbit could fit through. She found herself begging, begging for the wall to help her. Begging for the wall to free her from the garden, because she remembered. She remembered that there was more than the garden. The others forgot, but she remembered. She remembered real touch, real sensation, real sex, real flowers, real drugs. Truth, undeniable truth. She begged for the wall to let her through, and offered what little she had to give.
"Let me through, let me go free, and I will give you my memories. I will trade you all I have for all that I will be."
And the wall opened, and beyond, thorns as far as the eye could see. She scrambled through the hole, and thanked it, and began running. Through the thorns, on paths, through the thickets. It hurt, it burned, it tore at her body and soul. It tore her in half. But she ran, clinging to the thought that there was something else. She finally saw something. An archway. Is that what they are called? It's so hazy now. Run for it, no you can't go through the middle, it expects that, it will stop you. She ran headfirst into the side of the white archway covered in roses, and found herself still in thorns, thorns everywhere. She scratched and pushed her way through, and fell to the ground. Cold hard ground, with grass under a sheet of snow. And she lay there, crying. Crying in pain, crying in bliss, crying. She cried for what seemed like hours, savouring all her memories as they left her one by one, floating back through the archway. Back to /that/ place. What was that place? Will I ever remember? Will I know? Where am I now? She stood, and walked, naked through the small park in winter. She climbed over the linked fence at the end of the park, a police officer pulled over and got out, and started talking. What was he saying? These words, this language, why do I know it? She just nodded and let the strange man take her away, she stayed quiet, shaking and quivering as her last memory left her, a memory of a son, a small child. She screamed in the back of the car, screamed in agony as she came into the realization of what she was losing only to lose it in the same moment. And all she could remember thereafter, was the pain, and the garden, and the flowers, and the snow, and the love.
About a week later something came for her, it was strange, it didnt look like the others here, it looked more like her, only not like her. They came and took her, from her cozy little cold cell with the iron bars and the concrete walls, and they took her to someplace warm, and foreign, and strange. And they started to tell her things, and she understood. She knew they were being truthful, she could only ever tell them she couldnt remember anything, she remembered cold, and gardens, and love, and pleasure, and pain, and grief. And she remembered the horrible feeling on her chest in that cop car, though not why. These people, these things, and this place. The Home for Wayward Children, they helped her, they taught her, they raised her a second time. They gave her a new identity, they brought her to understand things again. And even through all of it, all she can ever remember is pain, and cold, and grief, and love, and gardens, and snow.
To this day, she has no recollection of the time before leaving the hedge. She has a few dreams of events from the other side, but nothing clear. And she has never remembered, or found out, why her heart was broken so that day in the police car. And that pain, that sorrow, has never left her. It just hangs in the air, in her mind, it breaks her.
Associations & Associates
Feel free to add yourself to anything here. I'm open to just about any sort of tie.
Motley
Allies
Patron of The Exalted Guild of the Fae-Touched Artisans
"Twist" - Gave Garnet guidance and comfort shortly after she emerged from arcadia. He gave her a place to hide while she struggled with the world
Longshot - 'Business' associate.
Vayne Cruxis - Friend
Catherine Wheel - Tried to convert her to the Icebound, but Catherine wasn't game. Instead, they became friends.
The Hedgeapple - Occasional Passerby
Archimide Cadderan - Associated
Dame Solan - Hired Guide through the Hedge
Lord Winter - Introduction to the Duchy and the Winter Royal Family
Lovers
Pyotr Koud Hart - Ex-lover, Turned the tables on her and broke her heart. Garnet introduced him to the Icebound.
Malic Stitch-Ex-Lover, Heartbroken. Rumor has it Malic recently gained something he can use against Lady Garnet.
Jax - Ex-Lover, Heartbroken
Sebastian Wulfhiem CEC - Passing Fling
Loraine Brochette - Ex-Lover, embraced the Spring Court after finally getting over Garnett
Rivals
Nathaniel Fellows - Friendly Social Rivalry
Adversaries
Quotes
"The rabbit hole, this world is the rabbit hole. If you could lead me any deeper I would go blind with wonders. Blindness to go with Emptiness, it is a fitting end."
"Don't look at me that way sir, you who are loved by many. You who have the
blessing of your memories. You who remembers what things used to be. I have
nothing but this, nothing but being hunted, being scared, hiding. I do not
even know what I am hiding from, yet I hide.
My heart is broken, and I cannot remember where this pain is from. Please,
take me in, have your way with me. Show me the world, show me your world.
Let me join your escapades. But never look on me like you know my pain."
"She desired what she could not gave and because of it, what could have been friendship has become a game of rivalry. Very well then, let the games begin." ~ Nathaniel Fellows
Rumors
Garnet has been seen with a human by her side, protecting her.
Garnet has tricked multiple people with the same sob-story on many occasions
Garnet is the Winter Queen in her home freehold
Soundtrack
- Building a Mystery - Sarah Mclachlan
- Desert Rose - Sting
- Sweet Surrender - Sarah Mclachlan
- Angels Fall First - Nightwish
- Wish I Had An Angel - Nightwish
- Iris - Goo Goo Dolls
- Black Balloon - Goo Goo Dolls
- Don't Speak - No Doubt
OOC Info
Player: Geoffrey Scott, US2006118934
Location: Columbia, Missouri
VST: David Murrel
Yahoo: TheWired17
AIM:InvalidHeartThrb
MSN:the_wired1@hotmail.com
