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Oona Siofra

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"Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights;              
                Four nights will quickly dream away the time."
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

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Oona by Pitrepan
 
 
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O O N A   S I O F R A
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+ Honorific(s): Director (White Mask).
+ Epithet(s): Nimbus, Prismflower, Ever-Bloom.
+ Race: Fey-blooded tiefling.
+ Sex: Female.

+ Date of Birth: Year of the Marching Moon.
+ Place of Birth: Corwell, Gwynneth (Moonshae Isles).
+ Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.
+ Primary Deities: Hyrsam, Hoar.
+ Venerated Deities: Titania, Sharess, Verenestra.

+ Profession: Muse, Wanderer, Bon Vivant.
+ Affiliations: The Sundered, Green Enclave.
+ Class: Bard / Stormsinger / Feyseeker.
+ Primary Language: Sylvan, Common.

+ Voice: Well spoken prose, melodic cadence.
+ Posture: Confident, whimsical, a hint of the wild.

+ Theme: "Dance of the Satyrs"

 
Format code and layout inspiration provided by nyssis, wangxiuming & redlancer with aesthetic edits.

🦋  PROFILE  🦋

Physical Description
Color is manifest in artful creature, an ashen maiden made salient before the observant as one touched by the planes and beholden to features of curious note. Crowned vividly by hair shaded violet and mauve, interwoven, presented is an almost mercurial masterpiece that extends in reach to hips and the apex of tail's foundation. Satin strands, defiant of condition by witness, never tangle and rare is a day gone by that some form of the floral is not woven into ornate exhibit.

From zenith of cascading locks oft drawn back and clasped low at nape, two horns of ebony hue reach back over delicate scalp and curl upward by coda in praise of moon and stars. Semblance gnarled, keratin indented similarly to the knotted surfaces of woodland trees, twin branches by texture and touch, gradually take on a velvet-like veneer toward tapering points. Eyes, likewise dark and framed by obsidian lashes, unveil as inky pools in the presence of plump lips; the curvature of feminine maw hints at the whisper of prose uttered both audible and silent. An elegant nose, small, separates thick violet brows from a subdued chin and slender jaw, aspect made whimsical by a point slightly upturned.

Rounded at base and cupped slightly inward, cinderous ears are drawn to an elongated, near-elven point. Toward ashen acuminate, however, where the edges of flesh taper downward rather than up, extremity is wrought with a fine-textured tuft of violet fur. Beyond and below, dual lobes are pierced and hung with ornamentation. Skin, blemish free, and eyes lined faint with kohl, it's evident the woman places a measure of pride in appearance, lavishly tended, if not a little vain. If one were to take into account the female form, wandering eyes are privy to proportions short and slender, with sleight curvature that appropriates a dancer's physique. By approximation, one might judge her to be roughly five feet and two inches tall, devoid of excess weight beyond healthy requirement and with enough muscle, only, to artfully define the softness of smokescape.

The final stop of vision's brief journey highlights the woman's non-prehensile appendage; a smoke-grey tail affixed beneath delicate arch at the base of feminine back. Thicker at its base, the ashen addition attenuates toward tip where fans cespitose of vibrant feathers matched to the same hue and vibrancy as the woman's hair. Clavicle is claimed by drape of the delicate, a necklace, treasure most cherished. Mithral made and vined with lustrous gold, clasped at nape and rarely removed. Pendant is pendulum at its end, a black sapphire ringed with amethyst stones. Inimitable, irreplaceable. Celestial text on back face's sheen, is scribed an intimate message unseen. Most common adornment alongside: flowers and flora of varying size, reactive to emotion and aught keen felt, besides.

Personality
Presented carefree, more oft than not, what's voiced is with cadence and action made dance. Elegantly she carries herself, compared not to the rigid mannerisms of the noble, but rather, that graceful found in nature's raw form; a dreamlike essence shaded otherworldly: the slow unfurl of a blooming bud, trickling rain on a window pane, or the ritualistic made magic by heart beat and firelight.

Travelling troubadour, relentless reveler, spellsinger; she is ever self-reliant and an ambassador for the freedoms of choice. Keen to sample all that life has to offer to the fullest extent, an eloquent poet and whimsical romantic, she is not above championing a cause that catches her interest. The depth of dedication, and even the cause itself, has a tendency to change from week to week and season to season, unless otherwise bound or tethered. Alas, her greatest opponent will ever be the woefully uninspired.

Prone to the curious, the frivolous and impulsive, what's honest is slave to a capricious nature. Quickly come, quickly gone, that felt is experienced in the fullness of extremes. Where sunlight beams, so too can it burn, and gentle rain can be shaped torrent by thunder. Hospitality is a kindness high held, and quid pro quo means one has as is owed. Combat, predatory, comes only when born of necessity and is imbued with trickery, or otherwise avoided.

Language
Both spoken and written word are constructed in third person prose with a tendency to riddle and rhyme; an oddity that oft makes communication difficult for the unfamiliar or those unwilling to listen, decipher, or look deeper. No apologies are made for speech so patterned.
 
Primary Language: Sylvan.
Secondary Languages:
  • Common, Fluency 10.
  • Celestial, Fluency 4 - celestial elements, focused at the behest of aasimar partner.
  • Elven, Fluency 6 - derivative of elven influence in the Faerie.
  • Infernal, Fluency ?? - supernatural understanding via heritage, limited speech.
  • Waelan, Fluency 5 - curious studies of the home she never had.
  • [Redacted], Fluency 2 - things derived of dangerous places.
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Oona by Yllande

Religion
Amongst the ever-living, raised within the Plane of Faerie, Oona's religious proem was late developed and anomalous; absent the worship of deities and matters of faith, as per the fey. In place, inner and outer courts were venerated, dogma and tenants found foreign, supplant by things felt and sensed. Of these, growing up among the Seelie, Titania was seen as both Mother and Queen, in lead and lord over all. Oona is particularly reverent toward Hyrsam (also known as Damh) for the legends surrounding his personification of music, and to a lesser extent: Verenestra, whom inspires and is in turn admired.

Having long earned her respect for the lessons taught through those close, Hoar is held in high esteem for need, what could be achieved with through positive means, and the divine oaths of her partnered half, Destin. The concept, at its core, is not so different from that she knows, albeit the laws affecting a little different and ironic recompense closer to mischief. Never the less, those who treat well the faerie were often well deserving. Those who do not, are besot with earned recompense. Built upon this notion, introduced early to the faith through association, Oona has come to venerate the Doombringer in her own way.

Of the Faerûnian pantheon introduced, Sharess and the nature deities Meiliki, Lurue, and Shiallia are also found fond would that she be so inclined toward faith in and of a traditional sense. Sune and Hanali Celanil have similarly earned a place of inspiration and guidance.


🦋  BIOGRAPHY  🦋

Ancestor
An unknown handful of relatives prior prone to the signs of fiend or fey, never has the twice blooded manifest in a single being prior.
-------------Image------------- Eokiaras - NE, Folarran.
One of the first Folarran, blooded both Nymph and Baatezu (Fiend Folio, pg 39). It is from this creature, that the faintest traces of the fiendish can be found in her person. Eokiaras met an unfortunate mad end, when the two conflicting natures of her blood inevitably tore her apart. Oona does not have any awareness of this ancestor. The blood of that devil, however, continues to surface and resurface in strange ways.
-------------Image------------- Baastos - CG, Satyr.
The ancestor of which Oona is aware. Her bloodline has another resurgence of fey energy some generations ago, wherein the trickster, Baastos, did draw a maiden from her rest and into the forest. Oona has met Baast on three separate occasions, but not since departing the Plane of Faerie.

Family
A seemingly mediocre household of Ffolk with an agricultural focus, Oona's immediate family is presumed to remain alive and well in the Moonshaes. With the tiefling believed to have perished, contact is unprecedented and the existence of siblings remains unrevealed.
+  Father: Rhisiart Siofra, human, LN Farmer.
+  Mother: Eleri Siofra, human, N Farmhand.
+  Brother, younger: Aeddan Siofra, human, NG Shipwright.

History
Work In Progress.

Future
Meant for kinder things, for melodies and revelry, it was an achievement of the spirit met with witnessed success. However, recent events emergent in the Year of Maidens brings to bear a new light for the Coast and its cast; having endured much in its approach. Rife with uncertain determination, it is a time of solemn reflection and a call to action for the now-persecuted tiefling.

Under sufferance of injustice, withdrawn, her spirit finds solace in the thunders of Hoar's call, and all the more through the deity's Oathsworn. What had been a previous curiosity, mortal morality has painstakingly unveiled itself with poignant clarity, banishing obscurity through ironic lesson, hypocrisy, and the dishonest examples made of righteous proclaim.

The wanderer is beholden to the large majority of her life on the Coast settling shattered in her hands, ash amidst the ashen, her attention shifts to a newer calling among the Sundered, attempting overcome hurt with diligence and the poetic promise of time in bide.

Heirloom Items
Horn of Revelry, instrument (source).
No musician need play alone when an entire coterie of fey musicians is only a note away. Hyrsam crafts these items for his friends, but some have found their way into the hands of others. This horn is crafted from five types of polished wood, fitted together via complicated grooves. It plays a unique sound that begs to be joined in harmonies.
Blodyn Teulu, flower crown.
An otherworldly crown of flowers imbued with the magic of the plane of faerie, plucked and plumbed and weaved from all manner of youthful experiences therein; tied to occasion, to celebration, to milestones. A collection of living blooms which, much like the floral that buds from her horns, is reactive to fey magics and the emotions of her person.
Pact Amaranthine, necklace.
While not a memento of her past, this trinket dates back to Oona's early days on the coast and could well be considered her most cherished possession. It is anchor and key, tether and dream, it is the physical manifestation of bonded promise; both physically and metaphorically.
The Dreamer's Lyre, instrument.
An artifact imbued with the magics of the Faerie Plane that when struck, or made to play specific melodies, has the ability to influence a person's dreams, be it solely by mood or imagery inspired by the played notes (also a potential plothook). Exceptional musicians familiar with the specifics may possess the ability to enter the dreams of a slumbering listener.

Plot Hooks & Miscellaneous
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  • It is Oona's desire to connect with the Satyr of the Cloakwood, perhaps integrating herself among their kind and becoming their speaker for diplomatic matters elsewhere on the Coast.

Many parts of this biography are a work in progress to bring them in line with the new layout and system - thank you for your patience!
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Oona Siofra (Pt.II)

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🦋  GALLERY  🦋

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Pitrepan, Botan, Yllande, Winterleigh, puppypresident, RuruKatt, Zirrou, Nyssis, Ravioles, smartlions, wangxiuming.


🦋  CONNECTIONS  🦋

Connections are alphabetical and written from an in-character perspective (but may not be public knowledge)

Active
B r a n d
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Little black flame, little black heart. A hand extended, patience tested, pretty lies that deny blame, frame a victim, wanton and wallowing; choking on smoke fueled by splintered pieces. Again. Vouched, spake, slaked for a time; ever biting the hand that feeds, even when starving. Again. Blind to the trying, tone-deaf, descending into madness, trapped in a cage of her own making. Again. More than the worth sort in others, independence encouraged, but one does not have eyes that see. There is light to guide, but all that was given is sputtered and spent.

M a r t y r
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TBD.

C u - S î t h
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Present heart wrought with decent, remains in lament of days darker, past. Dark things, damned things, and all that they bring. Caught now, between then, and what is to come, for what might be rend, or found to ascend, by his hand. Two sides of coin, Cu-Sîth, only one enthused, forced self choose. Herald of justice, takes punishment more than deserved. Trust, trusting, another pledge made.

G a n c a n a g h
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TBD.

G u t h a i g h
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TBD.

S i m u r g h
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TBD.

S p r i t e
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TBD.

S u n f l o w e r
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Laureate, hidden floret, clustered at core. Broken bloom, bloom thriving, twining, pieces combined; no less whole. Waiting, found, breath of fresh air - talent rare, debonair, does she dare? She did. She does. Fire tempered, flame ignited, worded as prose, scripted in song, an empyrean euphony, sung, breathless. The rain, the rain, he loves the rain, and when it pours, give pause; think of she. Bloom.

Sixth  Promise made, Fourth Thunder named. Acoustic motion made music - allegro! allegro! allegro! Ledger acquired, attended by feathered spire. Displayed: lonely name prior, now a sanctuary shared for artful conspire. As if intended, mundane made splendid, spirit ascended, emended by amaranthine pact as pendant, suspended disbelief.

Doomed to artless darkness in absence, three words keep she, keep he, breathed, and just so: for ears no other, soundless shaped, her place is beside, betide. Ache abundant, rivers are made from dry ravines: be seen, beloved. Be loved. She does. Breathe. Deterred only when otherwise inferred, she will die for the dared dream; sharing aught, wanting naught that isn't amaranthine.

Inactive / Deceased
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A e s a
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Knows it burns, discovery hurts, lament not the attempt, Lioness. Progress, addressed; love built on lies is not love, said, also, for love of self. Loves, she, as she. Loves too, now, for he. Challenger, challenge all, be as you are and be more; armor steels a heart within. Breathe a beat. Play another. Speak. Time moves, dies by her hand, but a chime is struck. Survive. Survive! Now thrive.

B a u c h a n
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Master of Tricks, all knowing, unseen; what does he see, when he sees she? Free spirit, merit given, story started, left unwritten. Aptly named, dubbed, tugged onward into adventure; all hail the Prince of Wine! Kindred confidant, smooth talker, night walker, heed well your roots, enchanter, or dread discovery of spirit made lesser. Seeks, seeks, seeks; chases skirts and sows what's reaped. Mind not she, enjoy the revelry.

Once a Satyr verdant green, black-turned, replaced with stranger out of reach. History shared, tryst forgone and memory missed.

B l u e j a y
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Knows, he, a delicate thing, whence eyes are opened, but not how to hold it, nor how to keep it, without shattering precent. Surrender desired, searches, finds no white flag; only bottle, throttled by hand quaking. Edges rough, rebuffed, and long had enough of the world, misunderstood, but soldiers on still.

G y l   T a y l
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A will o' wisp leads away. Astray? Seems so, and more each day. Time tells. Kindred, she, a sister somewhere. Winter winds are gnashing, cruel, bring with they a biting chill and a tongue, bid wag, freezes in swill. Deems a Laureate: be honest or be silent. Judges, instead, a book by cover misread, veiled blind, spirit stunted, kindness shunted. A child sees naught, a woman knows aught; none the less an opportunity missed. Her brother weeps. Seize bliss. Be at peace.

O r t h r u s
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Heavy chains wind and claim a gate, fastened tight; eyes wide shut. Barring venture, restraining adventure, grasping tenure with klink and clatter. A bud blooms; it's choked too. Nipped quick, patience abstained, and what's contained, constraining wonder, is lost to the ages and considered winning. Vigilant protector, kind gesture, remember: the unscripted needs no victor. Relax.

S p e c t r e
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Comedy and Tragedy, masked, marked, and tasked with haunting. Phantom, fascinating, darkness encasing. Metallic imprint; presence, fading. Frightening, captivating and calling. Sensing he, hearing: she, listening. Hallowed halls, hollow spirit... questions aplenty, intrigue unending. Manifestation: curse or blessing?

Lights flicker in the hall, she's hearing voices call. Words echo in her head: already dead. Already dead.

S t h e n e
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Floating, falling, darkness, black, blue and counting. Orange, yellow, red - dead but not forgotten. Two ways torn, pieces three, pieces four; grasped by blackened hand and scattered. A bridge breaches distance, wood board rotting; the rope would fray were it not made of snakes. The tambourine? Caught between. Balance ever a fragile thing, scaled to fit, if it tips there's no standing before, nor behind, what comes of it. Darkness need not be stark, however, and naught terrible ever came of a little color. Until it did, and does, who become in absence?

S í d h e
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Bân Sidhe, banshee, a neutral thing named - drawn not from spite, there's no malice in sight for spirit ensnared still. A woman burns, yearns, for wheel stop turning, lest it break for mournful mistake. Locked now in place; defined by lament, bound to death, torment over breath. Summer brings rain, but knows when to thunder. Sides drawn, quartered, honest sympathy given, unbidden, but wares Summer the silvered keening. No curses here, choices only.

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