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| - | ==the one who survives by making the lives of others worthwhile;== | + | ==the more you push through broken glass== |
| | Name: Kynthia<br> | | Name: Kynthia<br> |
| | Player: Lynne<br> | | Player: Lynne<br> |
| - | Concept: changeling!me<br> | + | Concept: angry china doll<br> |
| - | Virtue: Temperance <br> | + | Virtue: <br> |
| - | Vice: Sloth<br> | + | Vice: <br> |
| | Seeming: Fairest<br> | | Seeming: Fairest<br> |
| - | Kith: Treasured<br> | + | Kith: Muse<br> |
| | Court: Spring<br> | | Court: Spring<br> |
| - | Image Song: Vienna Teng, ''The Tower'' | + | Image Song: |
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| | Attributes:<br> | | Attributes:<br> |
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| | Skills:<br> | | Skills:<br> |
| | Mental Skills:<br> | | Mental Skills:<br> |
| - | *Academics 4 (Literature)
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| - | *Occult 3 (Japanese mythology)
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| - | *Politics 2
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| - | *Science 1
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| | Physical Skills:<br> | | Physical Skills:<br> |
| - | *Athletics 1
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| - | *Brawl 1
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| - | *Stealth 2 (Easy To Overlook)
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| | Social Skills:<br> | | Social Skills:<br> |
| - | *Empathy 1
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| - | *Expression 4 (Creative Writing)
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| - | *Socialize 2
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| | Merits:<br> | | Merits:<br> |
| - | Striking Looks 2<br>
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| - | Mantle: Spring 1<br>
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| - | Court Goodwill: Summer 2<br>
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| - | Hedgeborn Companion: 3 (living plushfrog)<br>
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| | Defense: 2<br> | | Defense: 2<br> |
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| | Glamour 5<br> | | Glamour 5<br> |
| | Clarity: 7<br> | | Clarity: 7<br> |
| - | Initiative: 6<br>
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| | Contracts:<br> | | Contracts:<br> |
| - | ''Fleeting Summer''<br>
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| - | *Baleful Sense
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| - | ''Vainglory''<br>
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| - | *Mask of Superiority
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| - | *Songs of Distant Arcadia
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| - | ''Eternal Spring''<br>
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| - | *Gift of Warm Breath
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| - | ''Dream''<br>
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| - | *Pathfinder
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| - | ==anticipating night falling tenderly around her;==
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| - | The young Muse now calling herself "Kynthia" grew up in a sheltered, smothering, stifled upper-middle-class suburban existence, being all she was expected to be-the good student, the dutiful daughter, the loving elder sister-being all she was expected to be, even though those expectations weighed heavily on her at times, she lived up to them. Mostly.
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| - | The ''one'' time she deviated from her obedience, it changed her life forever. When she was fifteen, she became infatuated with a strange young man, the kind of person her parents told her to stay away from, ignoring her parents' warnings to Stay Away From Boys. Unfortunately for her, she didn't listen, and when the boy gave her a too-flowery note asking her to go out with him, she wrote three letters on the note which sealed her fate:
| + | ==an opal for a wound you carry== |
| | + | Personality. |
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| - | ''Yes.''
| + | ==the more you push through broken worlds== |
| | + | Backstory. |
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| - | The True Fae, for that was what he was, took her away then, spirited her across the Hedge, through the Thorns, into Faerie, and kept her there. It wasn't ''bad'', per se, and for some time after, she kept her girlish crush, kept her infatuation. It helped, when he stood her up on a pedestal, a living statue, a ''symbol''. Perhaps it helped then when he worshipped her from afar with the worst poetry she had ever heard, cliche and much too flowery, and his words ''transformed'' her into the image of what he wrote, she was his muse, his inspiration, and his "love", with very few chaste kisses brushed across fingertips at rare intervals. For a little while, a very little while, it was flattering.
| + | ==cause you're dancing dirt into the snow== |
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| - | But infatuation died, because infatuation dies without something more substantial to anchor it, and she was ''unhappy'', unhappy with the shallowness and unhappy with being a symbol, not a person, and the "flattery" made her angry. Deeply unhappy, yet not understanding that he could not change, that her Keeper was one of the True Fae and he could not become what she sought, she simply remained on her pedestal, not knowing what she could do, or ''how'' to leave.
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| - | And finally, when he brought another girl back, and said that he loved the new girl just as much as her, something ''snapped'', and at last she understand that he could not be what she sought, and furthermore, that she wouldn't ''waste'' any more of her life here, waiting for him to change, waiting for him to be something other then a shallow ''idiot''.
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| - | She stepped off the pedestal and ran, fled back through the Thorns. But when she came home, she found out that she had been accounted missing years ago, before finally being given up for dead, almost five years in Arcadia had stretched to 10 in the real world. Her family had long ago mourned her and moved on...and she decided not to go back to them, it would be easier on them rather then a miraculous reappearance from the dead.
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| - | And she drifted from place to place, taking bus and train and never staying more then two nights in any town, looking for what was ''missing'' '''(something to hold onto)''' until one fateful night when she was in a bar, somewhere in West Virginia (''because, really, as godforsaken as it was, it was on its way to somewhere else)''. She didn't drink, really, but spent a lot of nights in bars with pad of paper and pen, with a drink she never drank, for lack of really anything to do. This time, one of the bar fights caught her attention, and she looked up from her notebook to see a really tall young man in over his head-and she recognized him immediately as a fellow Changeling, a Summer Court Ogre.
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| - | Maybe once she would have been too shy to interfere, too scared, but she had ''changed'', stuffed notebook and pen into her purse with living plushfrog, and hurried over. Somehow, she managed to ''talk'' the fight down, and after it was done, introduced herself to the Ogre, who called himself Arik.
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| - | And that, as they say, was the start of a beautiful friendship.
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| - | ==the flower trying to bloom in snow;==
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| | Behind the Mask. | | Behind the Mask. |
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| - | ==she's seen too clearly what she can't be;== | + | ==while others look at you on show== |
| | The Mask. | | The Mask. |
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| - | ==the fact is sometimes she believes it== | + | ==underneath the rage that you let others see== |
| - | [[20 Random Facts About Kynthia]]
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| - | ==i need not to need or else a love with intuition;==
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| - | ''she carries the act so convincingly/the fact is sometimes she believes it/she can be happy with the way things are/be happy with the things she's done''
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