Róis

Description: Yellow to Summer-sky hearth witch | dergon

Róis

    Yellow to Summer-sky
  • hearth witch
  • Played By: dergon

    Dea al Mon Kaeleer
    9 Posts    55 marks
Róis
« on: January 06, 2019, 12:28:01 PM »
Róis


The Basics


Full Name: Róis
Age: 75
Gender/Pronouns: she/her/hers

Ethnicity: An Corithe
Birthplace: Glacia
Current Location: Dea al Mon
Profession: Bakery assistant

Caste: hearth witch
Birthright Jewel: Yellow (CUT 85)
Offering Jewel: Summer-sky (CUT 38)

Face Claim: Poppy Corby-Tuech


The Body


Height: 5'9
Body Type: Leggy
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Pale amber

Appearance:
Eyes like white fire. Clear honey held up to the sun, just gold enough at the edges to set them blazing. Blue some might think before looking closer, blue they thought when she was born. But Rois has the eyes of a night hunter. Set in the face of a woman. Pale skin that freckles in the sun, dozens so small you might imagine it is simply a tan. Narrow brows and a bottom lip that puckers in the center. A sweet face.

A tall woman. Long limbs that fold in on themselves when she sits. Complicated knots in wide skirts or sleek trousers. Hers an uneasy grace. A woman who would shed her skin if she could. Transform into something or someone new. To become unrecognizable. But too long in the one she wears now to be self conscious of it. These are her arms. Her short nails. Her dark hair still growing out from its cutting.

This is her grey fur and brown tipped ears. The black mask around her yellow eyes. The russet shadow down her snout.


The Mind


Craft Strengths: 12/15pts +3 Shift pts
Boundary Alarms
Preservation Spells
Vermin Warding
Swift Shifter
Form Stability
Skin Switcher [1pts]
Craft Weaknesses: Spell Weaving, Scent Cleansing.

Personality:
The sort of woman who laughs under strain. Her hands rarely tremble. Rois is a pillar. A solid bearer of weight, slight as she looks. Temper does not make her quail. Erasing her smile and bracing her body. Rois refuses fear, choosing to be stalwart instead, or submit. No shame in showing your belly to a greater power. Surely the shame must be theirs if they abuse it.

Not her fault, she tells herself, facing the eyes so like her tormentor's. Always wondering what she'd done to provoke it.

Unbroken and compassionate. Rois had to put her bitterness aside to survive. To love what she could have so easily hated. Not so unchanged from the girl who tended children and mended tempers. Keeping any secrets left in her care, especially her own. Guarded with the same unflappable calm she faces everything else with.


The Backstory


Family:
Fiona | Mother | Yellow to Summer-sky Black Widow
Ellis | Father | Tiger Eye to Summer-sky Warlord
Abban | Brother | Rose to Purple Dusk Prince
Tadg | Son | Birthright Sapphire Black Widow Prince

History:
CW: incest, rape

They called her Minnow, all except her father who had chosen Rois for her name. Small girl child who was always trying to slip away into the water. Building little houses out of mud and sticks. Decorated with pretty rocks and flowers. Painting fur with her fingers, or tying clever knots with ribbon that did not pull when the wolves ran. Accepting that sometimes her people walked on two legs or four, never questioning the why or the how. Or imagining that it was any different elsewhere. Even as they told her to hush, Little Minnow, and not speak of the pack.

Sometimes she forgot. Abban's hand cupping her mouth as he laughed and redirected conversations. Shaking her until her teeth rattled once they were alone. Less painful that her father's hand on her backside, or the sad look her mother would give her.

Abban's hand over her mouth. The memory makes her shudder.

A Yellow for her Birthright. Her caste never doubted, not with the clever way she shaped things. Little hearth witch with her little Jewel. But there would be a wolf in her future too. Preparation began to teach her how to shape her body so that she would not panic or suffer over much when the time came. Growing from tadpole to girl. She kept things tidy, and had clever fingers. Learned to shape houses from clay and bake them until they shined.

And when she had her first moontime, she learned to shape her body into something else. Four strong legs and a long snout. Ears that turned at every sound, and fur that felt the shift in the air in a way her girl skin could not. She was so fast! Faster than all the others. Swift grey shadow, running down hares before they could find their burrows. Snatching weasels mid leap. She could hunt a sparrow on the fly. Catching birds as they startled from the grass.

Rois, they called her more often, or Rose if they did not understand the accent. Slowly she became more woman than girl. A favorite for her quiet ways and kind smiles. She was good with the children and patient with the men. And she kept all the women's secrets. At her Offering she reached the Summer-sky, matching her parents in strength. A family of Summer-skies except for Abban, who was darkest of them all. Fur like midnight and eyes nearly orange.

His eyes would haunt her forever. Like coals in the dark. Caught on the mating field by someone she should not have been. Dragged away from mingling bodies. Something important, he hissed, hand a vice on her arm. Eyes like fire in the night. The rest too wild and preoccupied. And his hand, just like when they were children, stifling secrets in her mouth.

What could she do but return home? No man would meet her eyes, knowing themselves not the father. Rois could not name him, her shame was too powerful. Her packs confusion only heightening it. Who could not want their swift rose to strengthen their numbers? Abban had an answer. He always had, the moment he had learned to talk he had learned to lie.

Just a man. A single-souled Blood man. His poor sister. Always a fool. Hadn't she nearly given them away a dozen times as a child? Rois met his accusations with silence and rage filled eyes. And so they cast her out. Backs ceremoniously turned on her. Let the man protect her, if he could. Or let her die in the wilds between their place and his. Miles of wilderness between them and nearest Blood village.

But Rois did not die. The Kindred knew her, and their taboos were not the taboos of her people. She was just another gravid mother, taking longer to whelp than others, but no different. For them there was no sin in mating. They cared not who had fathered her litter, and so let her live among them. Her fingers good at taking burrs out of fur and nettles from soft flesh. Even on two legs she was good at wrangling their stumbling young pups, so they fed her meat from their kills, and even allowed her fire to cook it.

So Rois lived and gave birth beneath a tall cocoa tree, arms wrapped tight around a bitch's neck as she cried. Pup slithering from her straining body and licked clean by the pack's healer. He cried. Oh how he cried! Shaking, Rois stared at him as he cried. And the pack waited to see what she would do. A ring of furry bodies surrounding them. Ears twitching.

Of course she picked him up. Squalling settled by her breast. Her tears starting anew because he looked at her with cloudy infant eyes that were almost orange they were so amber.

Craft returned to her, Rois lent her wolf to the pack. Hunting for the meat she had been given during her pregnancy. Tadg guarded by the pack youths. Her little tadpole. Furless puppy that he was. But they could not stay with the pack forever. Eternally grateful, it was not a good way to raise her son. Dangerous for him. Weaker than the wolf puppies his own age. Defenseless compared to the pack. So Rois kissed a dozen dark noses good bye, strapped her squalling son to her chest, and set out.

A landen village. Her caste delicate enough to be welcomed. She spelled their cool boxes and made clay houses for their children. Had help learning how to swaddle her son. Taught how to sew his clothes and trim his hair. A lonely life without a real pack, but she was alive, and so was her son. Growing slower than he ought. Chewing her lip, Rois left there too. Wandering the edges of the world and living with Kindred and Blood, until she followed a fading wolf between one and the next.

Through the wall that kept the Dea al Mon from Glacia, and Glacia from the Dea al Mon. Crawling through a place she could not see or feel, but knew was there because she had seen him do it. Another place. Looking back, Rois touched the shield. Felt power crackle along her fingers. Thought maybe she could be safe, finally, from the shadow she had always felt at her back.

Even with a baby - and then a boy - strapped to her body, she was faster than he was. All she had to do was stay ahead to stay free. Tadg very near his Birthright when she finally settled among the Dea al Mon. Submitting to a pack. Her son restless, his infant cries and toddler tantrums something else now. Caste settling with the Sapphire Jewel the priestess lead him to. Prince, like his father, but something deeper beneath the caste that Rois could only guess at. Too worried about managing a boy with a Jewel so much darker than her own.

A place found beneath a grumpy old baker. Rois has begun learning how to make houses out of dough. Edible homes decorated with spun sugar and frosting.


The Writer


Player Name: dergon/cole
Player Pronouns: she/her
Timezone: -6
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The Darkness

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Re: The Lady
« Reply #1 on: January 06, 2019, 12:39:36 PM »
The Darkness has granted you...
Yellow
Cut 85
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Summer-sky
Cut 38



As requested, FOUR family rolls:
1: Yellow to Summer-sky
2: Tiger Eye to Summer-sky
3: Rose to Purple Dusk
4: Birthright Sapphire
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The Darkness

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Re: Róis
« Reply #2 on: January 12, 2019, 09:58:56 AM »
Approved
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