Winters Night
From Changeling Venue
 Winter's Night (Winter)
Age: 28 Concept: Glamour Harvester, Goblin Barterer Entitlement: N/A Physical description: SL2 Woman of light skin of blue-white ice and black hair. Her mannerisms are of the 1960's in a laid back and lax flower child era. Her skin to other changelings is covered in ice, light white and blue from an eternal chill. Relevant Mechanics: Around her there is an extreme cold feeling, water frosts, drinks chill and the air is a constant freeze. The smell of peppermint or wintergreen accompanies her presence. Character Livejournal: N/A Character Email: wintersnight.ic@gmail.com
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Background: She hardly speaks of her history. Once an ice sculpture within the Ice Princess's Castle in Arcadia and now a Freelance Concert Lighting Specialist traveling and avoiding the true fae across the world. Her humanity and heart broken by the frozen chill of her captors, priceless skills of subterfuge forged from the dangerous games of sending 'page boy' notes across arcadia at her captors games and pleasure. Full HistoryNot a generally sane place to deliver a child into the world but nonetheless she came into the warmed air of the medical tend with a quiet cry and immediate shy demeanor, silencing at the touch of any who wished to hold her. They had to move fast before it was too warm and the trucks would not be able to reach them until the next freeze. North, her mother was tired of the tents, so-called experts and the lack of supplies needed to run the scientific data decently, her eyes poured over the cold journals of the pages.  Bundling up her new born she was relieved at last and moved into the frigid gas filled fog of the caravan waiting outside the door. She could not remember the last time she felt so relieved to finally be lifted into a medical transport non life threatening reasons. She had worked all day on those lights. Standing on a rickety ladder her body gracefully bent and contorted to move the half frozen christmas lights on to a nail getting it just perfect. Ridiculous, being sent outside to adjust lights on her birthday. Her body shivered as her frigid fingers turn the bulbs in just the right fashion to accent the naturally formed ice on the bed room window, every year it always froze curiously the same way along the bottom edges of the windowsill just above her head board. Always to the unique advantage of showing off her love for the unusual colors becoming more and more frequent in the stores. Sweet 16, it was very sweet. Her life so far had not been terrible even with her mother or father being called away into the city. Regretfully she felt bad for letting her grades slip in other academics while her grades in creative writing, and drama had soared well beyond her other responsibilities. She knew she had to stop day dreaming so much, the ladder crunching into the snow shaking her from her thoughts and instinctually her graceful foot shot out behind her to rebalance, posing gently until the ice gave way to ground.  Well that was it for fixing the lights, she heard the cars creeping past seeking out a parking spot as her own feet hit the soft snow and made its way into the warm house. Or almost, for a split second something gently crept out and into the bushes shaking leaves, her heart leapt but she knew how the icicles would fall into the frozen branches scaring critters nearly hourly. LIGHTS! She winces as her work is turned on her. Glancing up and around holding on to her clip board she moved in and out of the ice sculptures checking off the correct angles of refracted light as it glistened off the gallery quality pieces illuminated from days upon hours of perfect planning. Not bad at all for her first show, still the sour twisted face of her instructor remained emotionless watching her progress. Not always fast enough for the old goat, she hurried up her pace to get the last half hour of class over with. What was it with her and the fate of being torturously subjected to below freezing conditions. She didn't mind, quite conditioned to peering through the fog that was her breath she picked up her bags and started to shut down the lights to preserve them for tonight's show. Finally outside the warehouse back into warmer air a note is shoved into her face, silver lettering glistening. Her skin crawled, looking into her instructors piercing eyes she takes it knowing there was no other way to get out of this.  It had to be delivered to the green house way on the other side of the campus in ten minutes, Stark raving mad, such a lunatic, it was the time of day you would be lucky to get across the campus to find a restroom five feet away in less than 20 minutes. Still he could not be given a chance to make another semester hell for her. Just how she managed to pull it off she can not remember, nor could she recall skirting through the bushes into a self created path of thorns to the green house, it was over that quickly. (@#&(* This! She tumbled snagging her peace necklace on the bushes as she hurdled out into a small snow drift looking at the green house. Or was that green house, suddenly she felt alone, cold and lost. Glancing behind her it appeared as if the school was right there but she was not there at all, clutching on to the silver lettered envelope her screams became drowned by frozen fingers collapsing over her light blue lips, a feeling of being pulled under, then nothing but ice. Her orders were simple but a world of problems. She had been taken to a castle of ice, thrones sat upon by deadly beautiful Fae of power, pleasure and keen sense of when she was about to get up to no good. She could imagine her life could be more than a servant messenger to the queen, her 'page boy' as she tended to demean her with. Fortitude was her friend as she pushed on through the tundra's to deliver messages and parcels, invitations and gifts to other Fae. Petted like a pet and ordered back being watched carefully for any slip.  It was the moment she had been waiting for on that one trip back. She was due to the castle to create the beautiful display of lights for the entertainment of the other Fae, her skills of mastering enchanting displays one of their favorite uses for her. She cleared her mind from the elaborate mess she left for her captors and darted left defiantly instead of right speeding up quickly through unfamiliar roads. Freedom. It didn't last. Ten minutes at best she would recall, alone and falling through the forests one of the approaching Fae quickly snarled and snatched her by the throat. Perhaps not so bad if not in alliance with the Ice Princess, she cursed in her mind and glared at the creature struggling. Thrown hard enough on to the ice palace's floor she skidded to the feet of her mistress. The cold ladies eyes meeting hers, raising her into the air into a circled ballet, her toes touched the ground and froze. Her form molded into captivity, the perfect ice sculpture delivered and set into place in the middle of a beautiful dining hall. Punishment was cold and felt like forever to her. Her beautiful body a center piece of attraction for many events, her own lights shining down upon her. No longer able to deliver messages she constantly fought the ice with her muscles, twitching and pushing for many hours on end wanting to be free.  Settling into the postures her mistress assigned to her, dressed and decorated elaborately for the pleasure of the guests she felt the admiration of the Fae as she watched them perform and entertain in front of her. Her heart turned into a cold rigid feeling being escorted and frozen in the hall next to the Ice Princess's throne. A new child, a new messenger for her mistress was brought into the hall and decorated, enjoyed, entertained and brought into her Mistress's lap. She watched, it was all that she could do, cold eyes frozen to the adoration and usefulness of her replacement. It took time before they would let her out once more. Between the encasement her skills of lights and decoration was needed for the many parties and exquisite affairs of her captors, they all adored and ignored the many wondrous lights she provided to be locked up and frozen to see her replacement enjoy the parties and serve her mistresses under their affection. In time other captors came in bargained and sold, a few stayed and a few were taught and spoked in hush tones of freedom and how to get it. A shatter of ice, her prison coming down around her in a foggy sleepy haze. She can't remember the plan or how they managed to pull it off. She remembered cold air, then warm air.. a warmth she had long since forsaken as lost to her. Pain, so much pain, so much fear. Stumbling into a world on the other side of the hedge full of blazing lights and large screens. She hadn't know where she was, the cars.. the people, the clothes.. how long was she gone, she screamed and fainted. Awakening into a process of being evaluated, cared for, it took a year to adjust to technology as it fascinated her attention so much she took longer than others to master the new equipment. After a time of establishing a new identity other than 'Jane doe' she found herself in Orlando, FL far, far away from where her captors had taken her, enrolling into concert lighting at Full Sail to pick up where she left off. It was easy to hide behind the stage lights, the touring and gigs moving her around often enough to hide and elude whatever may be lurking in the corner for her. She found herself with the Winter Court, the constant movement and hiding in the darkness of productions easily blending her into the stage crew. Her displays were something to be spoken of. Years of service to her mistress had formed a bond behind her art form that could stun an audience with its performance. A place to be recognized and unknown, she did her job and let the credit fall to the production company who freelanced her into the tour.  Her lighting had a way of illuminating performances yet casting a cool air upon the stage that made the performers more comfortable, once more letting the credit of the skills fall to the company who believed it was the competence of a true talented stage hand to align the lights perfectly. Now that the call of safety is more comfortable to mingle with others of her kind, she slides back into the world of the others who are lost, making herself known but silent. The icy heart still within her overcoming her senses and keeping her calm and attentive. But whoever could forget their previous life. Tours and gigs moved to various location around the world and when it fell to D.C. she hesitated, then accepted the offer. Wrapping up the event she had the taxi cab pull about to her families home. Her heart fell once more as she saw herself moving through the open windowed living room with a walker. Grand children under a christmas tree shook presents and looked to their grandmother begging to open the presents. She was old, very old. Suddenly feeling fear from becoming to close to the house she turned and climbed into the cab, ordering it off immediately. Her fetch may not live long, it was not worth her time to both with it as it seemed to no longer be able to even move on its own. Chills poured down her back, perhaps from the cold wind creeping in. She moved on to her next gig, a job in concert lighting at the parks.. far away in the warmth, but it would never unfreeze her heart.  It was not hard for Winter to become the embodiment of her element and court. In her spare time between jobs and locating the next hotel to camp into for the months between road trips she volunteered her time to grief counseling. By no means a professional but also an easy way of giving into her element of helping others cope with the sorrow of their lives, always knowing it could be far worse with no hope. Her time adjusting to the modern world is one that is a constant on-going process. Needing to keep low and trade her way through the hedge her talents developed over time in carefully tracking and locating the precious glamour which she greedily kept to keep herself safe. A talent hidden within the winter court was soon noticeable through her gigs and travels around the world. Accepting what she has turned into, becoming fully a force of winters nature her travels soon brought her to the attention of the winter court based upon the sheer need for glamour and barter within the Goblin's Market. Leaving behind her a trail or ice and chilly fright her gifts to obtain what is attainable from the tricky creatures of the hedge earned her the respect of others within her Mantle. Allies Lily Carters -+- Cage Adams -+- Ryver -+- Ophellion Enemies
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OOCTiffany Allen - Orlando, FL |
