Post by Archangel on Apr 12, 2009 12:08:25 GMT -5
Name: Heather Zenith Moon
Nickname: Heather
Gender: Female
Race: Fae
Age: Early Adult
Season: Fall
Element/Powers: Water- Sleep Charm (Others around her become less aware, distracted, or tired) || Advanced: True Sight (Can see through guises)
Alignment: Seelie
Animal Form: Mouse
Animal Form Description: She is at first glance your orinary mouse. Her fur is the color of cream; light brown with darker brown swirls over that. Her eyes are an unscrutable black that holds more intelligence than the average mouse should hold. A sly creature she is, always knowing the time to hide and escape, to dodge and outwit. She is also so small that it's hard to place a finger on her. She seems meek, but you should not underestimate her. Ever.
Fae Form Description:
As a faery she is sleek and graceful. Her hair is a brown that reflects the sun and turns it golden. It is so long that the end usually trails behind her in a single braid down her back. Her face is angular and her body itself is quite lanky. Her height is around a mere 5'4, but don't assume anything just based on that. Her eyes are light green and seem to be unnaturally big. They hold slashes of grey in them that make her look both fierce and innocent all at the same time.
Human Form Description:
In all truth, she's your average plain jane. She has mousy brown hair that's cut right underneath her ears. Why it's so short? Just an odd habit she's acquired. Because she's always running anxious fingers through her locks, she has a lot split ends and it's quite frizzy. So frizzy that she usually pulls it back into as much of pony-tail as she can. It generally ends up looking like a little stalk sticking out of her head. Her height stays the same. She's 5'4, no less, no more. She's a strong believer against make-up, too, and never puts on anything. Her lips are often to be found pale, chapped, and cracking during the warmer months. Other than her habit of keeping her hair extra short she also has a bad tendency to bite her nails. Her eyes are still unnaturally big, perhaps taking up half her face. They are also still light green, but they lack the grey slashes. Without them ,she looks incredbily vulnerable, not a hint of fierceness anywhere. Really, she's quite a mess from a distance, and a train wreck up close. For these reasons people tend to stay away from her.
Personality:
Heather's only wish is to be left alone. Even though a solitary life is lonely, it's better than her experience with people; in which she is the object to play with instead of to being a friend. Many people see her as shy, but she isn't. She just doesn't want anything to do with anyone. If someone talks to her she'll be polite, yes, but not friendly. Her conversations tend to be short and clipped. She likes to know where she stands, and having long, drawn out conversations might make her slip up and tumble; it might reveal to the person she's conversing with how awful she really is. For her biggest fear is that people will hate her and reject her. This is because that has happened all her life, even by her own family.
So the only time when she ever really slips is when she gets angry. She has quite a flaring temper and can be at times hot-headed. Usually she's able to push down her emotions before this tempest of hers really hits, but occasionally she's too late. When this times all barriers she had ever built around herself breaks. She'll explode for a moment, then just as quickly as the anger surged within her, she'll retreat.
Another problem of hers is that she's very mistrustful. This is another reason why she doesn't speak to people. If she ever explained it to people, they'd say she was as loony as her aunt. But she knows it's real. She sees straight through people's mental masks, and sometimes physcical. She sees and feels things that she wishes she didn't. She knows when people are genuinely nice, generous, caring, mean, evil, dramatic...different. The first types of people I named she's okay with, but the different types of people she's afraid of. The different types of people are faes; she doesn't know this, but she has the general idea. They aren't mortal. She can never quite put her finger on them, but she doesn't try. If she ever gets close to one she immediately tries to escape or runaway. When Heather looks in the mirror, she sometimes feels afraid of herself, as well, though she doesn't know why.
History:
THE BEGINNING:
There are things in her history that Heather doesn't even know. She was born in the faery realm, beared by the head monarch of the Autumn Court. She was royal in all respects, and even as a todler, great things were expected of her. As times grew darker, though, her time in the Fae realm was cut abruptly short. A fellow noble of the court, blessed with farsight, saw a coming storm ahead of them. A storm of corruption. Wanting to protect the still innocent, he took Heather, who was called Zenith at the time; The Peak.
He stole away into the world outside the court. He went so far that he eventually exited through the Twilight Gates himself. Once out, he began the next step of his plan. The noble was known for his power; the Power of Masks. Mask he did. Not only did he completely hide all of Heather's features (so much that she looked even a little ugly), he also stored away all her powers. That would include her birth animal and her power to see through guises. Then lastly, and perhaps the most important thing he did...he hid away her memory. From that point on she remembered nothing of the Faery Realm. All her childhood memories were gone; blurry and grainy behind an opaque film in her mind. The effort on the nobles part was so extreme, for doing such a thing was unheard of, he collapsed right then and there, never to wake again; forever trapped in a coma.
When other nobles finally catched up to them, for they had been told to retrieve the girl, they only found the kidnapper in an unwakable stupor and a lost girl of about three wandering the streets. Their first thoughts were that Zenith was so terribly powerful with her Sleep Charm power, that she had cast a powerful spell on the noble who had kidnapped her, sending him into a coma.
They figured the girl was long gone, but as they turned to go a horrid wail lifted up from behind a building. Then they remembered the girl they had seen. They promptly checked her into an orphanage before again leaving back to the Autumn Court again.
The orphanage asked Zenith her name, in which she replied with dignity the only thing she could remember: Zenith. The people there laughed and named her Heather, much to Heather's dislike, although she took it anyways. The orphanage soon realized that she had no memory, and only believed that she wasn't an orphan. When a malicious woman came along looking to adopt a child (for she learned that woman with children tended to attract suitors), the orphanage gladly handed Heather over; no one really liked her there. The woman smiled at Heather and told her that she was her aunt. Of course, Heather, the lost girl she was, believed her.
THE MIDDLE:
Heather was enrolled in school at the age of six. Her aunt had wanted to keep her as long as she could, for saying you had a toddler to take care of seemed to have made her move up in her social network. However, eventually the day came round when the first day of Kindergarten stood before her. This was both exciting and scary for the young girl. It was something of a thrill to finally be given freedom from the house she had been trapped in all her life.
Kindergarten did not prove to meet her expectations. The children made their own cliques and didn't even try to include her. Many of them teased her for being a year older than they were. Through the years it eventually turned into the elaborate story: "She flunked out of preschool...". From then on she studied extra hard, ignoring all her fellow classmates. Finally, at the end of second grade, she passed a grade that allowed her to skip directly to fourth grade the next year so that she would be with kids her own age.
Fourth grade wasn't so bad. She made friends and was invited to a couple parties even. That's, however, about when her Aunt started making trouble. Heather was no long her the cute four year old she had been. Now she was a chubby, short nine year old who was incredibly ordinary in looks; maybe even a bit ugly. She began to despise Heather.
The Aunt made her cut her long brown locks so short she could barely pull it back into a ponytail. That wasn't the end of it, either. She stacked many chores onto her that took up all her time. She could no longer hang out with her new friends or go to birthday parties. She became secluded and lonely as her friends one by one dropped away from her, leaving her stranded in water too deep for her to stand in. In fifth grade she openly complained to her Aunt who in a mad rage slapped her.
That first outbreak of violence was the start of many. Whenever Heather disobeyed an order or didn't carry one out as good as hoped, her Aunt wouldn't hesitate to give her a beating. She began fearing not only her aunt, but other people as well. In the beatings, something had awakened within her. Whenever she looked at people, she would somehow know that she could see straight through them and saw their cores. Cores are an ugly thing to see, for most of them are rotting, and usually giving off a the temporary sweet smell that rotting things sometimes release. Then, there were those people who were just...obscure. The ones she could see, but she turned away too quickly, for something in her didn't want to see. They were the ones that were different.
When she entered high school she was so reclusive she barely noticed the things going on around her. The thing that brought her back to the life of school was a boy
named Aaron. He seemed to feel obliged to torment her everyday from 7:30 AM to 2:30 PM. Her school was very close to giving her more agony than her aunt did. The only difference is, is that when she snapped at him, he backed off a little (snickering of course). He was the most popular guy in school and because of this because he could tease her, everyone else could as well.
Then there came one night in her junior year when she was on the brink of sleep, exhausted after just finishing her seemingly endless chores. There was a crash and a scream. She hid under her bed, listening to the tortured, awful moaning that was coming from her aunt's bedroom. She knew she should have called the police, but she was paralyzed with fear.
Then they came to her room. Whoever they were. She couldn't quite see them, they were like shadows, there one moment, gone the next. They reminded her of those people she saw who were...different. Heather at first thought that they didn't see her, but then she was suddenly dragged out from under the bed. It was silent for a moment except for the hysterical sobbing coming from her aunt's room. Then it was chaos. They converged on her.
At that point everything went black. She remembered someone throwing her against a wall and that was it. Well, there was a bit more. She also remembered, swimming in the darkest waters of her mind, struggling to the surface and never quite getting there.Then there had been someone helping her to the light and relief as excruciating pain lifting from her. That could have just been the morphine, though, for she woke up in a hospital. However, something told her that it had been something else; something she couldn't quite find the words to explain.
Anyhow, she woke up in a hospital bed with none other but the stinking Lion by her bedside...or as others referred to him: Aaron. At that moment all the barriers within her had crumbled; all the anger and hurt that had welled up inside her. Simply speaking, she broke, and not in a fit of tears either. She would have gotten right out of bed and smacked the boy if her leg and arm hadn't been broken. When he didn't leave she had a nurse escort him out.
She discovered that her Aunt's boyfriend had been killed and her aunt had been driven insane. She was currently being nursed in a state mental hospital. She wasn't capable of being a guardian. In other words, she was back to being an orphan. She didn't want to go back to high school with all its terrible people, so instead she worked with the social services. She was granted permission to go to college. She went in last year with a fresh start. It was in a whole new area and with many different people. She was still different, but not as much as before. Now it's springtime of her first year and the school time is coming to an end. There's rumor, that even so late in the year, a new boy had joined the college, though.
WHERE THIS WILL END, NOBODY MIGHT KNOW...
Additional: A plot thing, she's the mouse.
