Teleri
From Changeling Venue
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| Seeming | Wizened Artist |
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| Court | Winter Court •••• |
| Freehold | Dominion's End |
| Player | Amanda Bartley |
Overview
Alias(es): Teleri (pronounced "teh-leh-ry")
Real Name: Mary Thomas
Age: Mid 20's
Concept: Emo, suicidal and self-injuring teenager.
Entitlement: N/A
Physical description: To the mundane world, Teleri has extremely pale, nearly white skin. She is extremely thin, with shoulder-length black hair. Scars of all sizes litter her body; thin and thick pink scars up and down her arms from where it looks like she cut herself. Her fingers and fingertips are scarred as well, but for other reasons. She also has two special scars: one on her left leg from her ankle all the way up her calf nearly to her knee, and one on her right arm from her wrist to her elbow. These two scars are from where she broke her arm and leg and had to have them surgically repaired.
To the Lost, she looks very much the same, except that her skin is so white you can see whips of snowflakes floating under her skin. Her naturally black hair has streaks of white in it from her time in Arcadia, which is usually kept off her face.
Relevant Mechanics: N/A
Character Livejournal: Teleri's Handwritten Journal
Character Information
Known History
Basic Timeline:
1979 November 7: Born in New Hampshire
1995: Taken while driving home from high school, along with her friend, by the agents of the Goblin Queen Magatha. Junior year of high school.
1995-2007: Worked as an artist for her Mistress.
2007 June 7: Clawed her way of the Hedge.
Current Activities: Learning to live in the real world.
Merit Details: Eidetic Memory, Ambidextrous
Keeper: Magatha, the Goblin Queen
Background: **WARNING FOR LENGTH** This information is OOC. Please do not use it ICly.
Mary Catherine Thomas was born in 1979 to David and Rebecca Thomas in Concord, New Hampshire. They moved to a small town in the western area of the state when Mary was only a year old.
While Mary's older brothers and sisters excelled in school, little Mary was always the outsider. She wasn't good at school, her mind often elsewhere, she didn't have many friends... She kept mostly to herself... She would spend hours locked up in her room, drawing. Many times she got in trouble with her parents for doodling on the walls of the bedroom she shared with her sister Abigail.
It was once Mary entered high school that she stopped being the weird kid on the block. With one high school for nine different towns, you get to meet all different kinds of folks. That's where she met Michael Brice; in the Intro to Art class freshman year. They were virtually inseparable from that point on. First friends, then something more...
Mary took every available art class she could get herself into, taking a particular fancy to painting. She excelled at this branch, and spent much of her free time (what time /wasn't/ spent with Michael, that is) working on different paintings. Even her parents had to admit that it was something that she might have a chance of making a living at.
It was nearing the end of junior year, still a month until prom, when they were taken. Mary and Michael were driving back from school, minding their own business, when suddenly they weren't on the main road anymore. They weren't even in the car. They were standing face to face with a terribly beautiful creature they would soon come to know as Magatha. All round them all stood this patch of tall Raspberry bushes, out of season of course, with nothing else as far as could be seen. Raspberries, though common, were never seen in this size of patches.
Magatha said she needed new and fresh employees; students with a knack for the fine arts. Only the best would do. She proclaimed that every thing they needed would be provided for them. Every tool for their art they could ever desire, easily in their grasp. All they had to do was do our best and they would be near peers and taken care of. What more could an artist ask for? Of course, they said yes… No was not much of an option. Upon this answer, both were forcibly ripped from the patch by Magatha. It would be some time before Mary would see Michael again.
They each went to work; Mary busy with her painting and Michael busy with his sculpting. As time went on, they began to see less and less of each other. As they saw each other less and less, the quality of the work went down, until each figured out that only through quality and production could they see each other. After a while, it was only through producing only the absolute best could they see each other; and even then it was only for minutes at a time, until there just wasn't any time anymore.
Piece after piece was produced, but no Michael came. Eventually, the quality of the work began to go downhill again... until finally nothing was produced. Mary just couldn't bring herself to work anymore. Without the hope of seeing Michael, the hope of seeing anyone, really, there was nothing to work for. Nothing to live for. Locked in a room, high in a tower, she began to dream about dying. She began to lust after it, to taste that sweet, sweet death. She used the tools given to her not for painting, but for trying to slice her arms open. Jagged wounds that would never do the trick, just barely give her that glimpse of what she now longed for.
Then word came one day from the other side of the door. She overheard two guards talking about the most recent escapee. The one that made those weird statues the mistress liked. "Could it be?" Ignoring the rest of what the guards spoke about, hope swelled within Mary, and she began to work again. Maybe, just maybe, if she worked hard enough she could earn her freedom and make it to the outside world.
It wasn't freedom that she earned, it was freedom that she took. Several months passed, when Mary decided she couldn't wait anymore. She wanted out now. One day, while looking out the window, she decided to make her escape. It was only a few stories to the ground and to freedom; surely she could survive the fall. She survived, but not without breaking several bones and setting off the alarms.
Despite the horrible pain in her leg from the fall, Mary ran. She ran and ran, fighting her way through forest, stumbling over rocks and roots, until she came to the thickest part of the hedge. She continued to fight, working her way through the vines and the brambles, until she hit a wall of rock. She clawed and clawed at the wall, too afraid to look behind her, too afraid that the wolves would be waiting with jaws open. With her hands bloodied, her fingertips gnawed down to the bone, she finally broke through the rock and into safety. She'd fallen into a cave, and though she didn't know where this led, she knew it had to be better than where she had just escaped from.
She knew she couldn’t stay here. She was a mess, she was in pain, and she needed to find her Michael. After what seemed like an eternity, she stumbled on an inhabited section of the caves. Apparently someone had found this place before her. There were two doors she could see. One looked well boarded up, the other was not. Mary took the obvious choice, and stumbled out into the bright Virginia sunshine of 2007.
This wasn’t home. Looking around, all she could see were buildings. Great big buildings, and people running around. It was a city, but it definitely wasn’t anywhere she had been before. There had been no raspberry bushes on the way out, she noticed. She wandered around, ignoring the looks from the people on the street as she quietly called Michael’s name. Her hands were still quite bloody, and she was exhausted from fighting her way free with broken bones. Finally, she passed out from blood loss and exhaustion.
Some kind (?) soul tripped over her and called for 911, but did not wait to find out if she would be okay. After all, who would give a care about some raggedy homeless 24 year old? Paramedics found her and took her to the closest hospital. There was no identification, no purse, no cell phone, nothing to tell them who this chick was.
But there was someone at the hospital who could have told them who she was. As Mary floated in and out of consciousness, ER doctors bandaged up what wounds they could before sending her up to surgery to fix the fractured leg and ankle. As the anesthesia made sure Mary wouldn’t feel a thing, in walked the only person on Earth who would recognize the broken woman… Dr. Ryan Whately.
In the recovery room, the first person Mary saw by her side was the good doctor who did her surgery. Instantly, she recognized him as a changed one, a bit of a creepy one at that. The smile came from a face with no eyes nor lips to speak of, but it was he who recognized her for who she was… Mary Catherine Thomas.
Brief explanations he gave her… Changeling… Escaped… Hedge… Someplace safe… The words went in one ear and out another as the fog swirled around in her head. All she could decipher was that she was safe and no longer in the Mirrored Palace. That’s all that mattered, for now.
Ryhoz got her released from the hospital without getting her a name as of yet, as tended to happen to amnesia patients, and took her to an apartment. His apartment. Safety. Freedom. It was here that he explained everything… and it was here that she found her Michael, though he wasn’t Michael anymore. As she had changed, so had he - to a point of being unrecognizable, and now he called himself Ryhoz, or Ryan to the non changeling community. Mary didn’t care what he called himself, she only cared that they were both free from the Mistress.
That was June 2007. Since then, she has been introduced to Echo, the Winter Queen, and the other Changeling in their twisted motley of now three. She has also discovered that there are others out there like them, even met a few… Escaped and freed Changelings roaming the Earth. She’s unsure of this new world, but knows that anything is better than going back.
Motley
Ryhoz Whately, Echo
Acquaintances
If you consider yourself to be an acquaintance of Teleri, whether you met her through Ryhoz, in the Freehold, or have purchased her (crafts x5) clothing wares from Ryhoz's shop, post your name here.
Enemies
If you hate Teleri with all of your might, post your name here so you can be dealt with. :P
Character Inspirations
Teleri's Soundtrack
Prisoner:
Emilie Autumn – Dead Is The New Alive Emilie Autumn - The Art of Suicide Emilie Autumn - I Want My Innocence Back Emilie Autumn - God Help Me NIN - Head Like A Hole NIN - The Hand That Feeds Papa Roach - Last Resort KoRn - Freak On A Leash NIN - Hurt
Escape and Freedom:
30 Seconds To Mars - Capricorn AFI - Love Like Winter Evanescence - My Tourniquet Linkin Park - Breaking The Habit Linkin Park - Somewhere I Belong TokioHotel - Monsoon
Songs For The Mood:
Emilie Autumn – Liar NIN - Closer
Soundtrack for Ryhoz:
Evanescence - Angel of Mine Sarah McLachlan - I Will Remember You
Quotes
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