Pella Lebeau
The Basics
Full Name: Pella Labeau
Age: 110
Gender/Pronouns: female/her
Ethnicity: Moidyn Varrey
Birthplace: Paon
Current Location: Paon
Profession: Priestess
Caste: Priestess
Birthright Jewel: Summer-sky (CUT 38)
Offering Jewel: Opal (CUT 05)
Face Claim: Irina Sharipova
The Body
Height: 5'6"
Body Type: Strong and limber
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Appearance:Small, tapered fingers. Poignant features. Dark hair like a shroud over her shoulders and down her back. A stubbornly straight spine. Rigid. Stoic. Eyes that see right to your soul and hold all your secrets. Or whisper them to the Darkness.
Seal shape colored much the same. A shadow in the water, full of teeth and ferocity.
The Mind
Craft Strengths: 15/15pts +3 Shifter pts
Craft Weaknesses: Communing
Personality:Pella is a woman who once tasted power; and lost it all. There is ash in her mouth that no amount of drink will cure. She could swallow the sea and still be able to taste what she lost. It has ruined the joy of her life. Every meal soured by the flavor of loss. Every victory tainted by defeat.
A single thread in her life. A single thread in her soul. Severed. Twisted. Knotted. It makes her cruel. But her cruelty is cunning. She is not violent. She is not loud. Pella speaks carefully. She speaks gently. But her every act is retribution. Her desire different than what it was. Fear making a cold knot in her belly and a warm one lower.
But that is all done privately. A thing between the men who have claimed her as their own. Rarely involving anyone else, and never anyone not also a strange sort of wife. Wife. A title Pella spits on.
Publicly she is a priestess. Attending the small settlements that don't need a permanent one in residence. Gatherings similar to their own, those these include more men than just two. A good priestess. Calm. Stalwart. Gifted at guiding their children through their ceremonies and listening to their troubles. Mediator if one is needed. Impartial. Logical. Rational.
And in her heart beats revenge. A living, breathing, endless beast.
The Backstory
Family:- | Rookery Mate | Summer-sky to Opal Caste
- | Rookery Mate | Purple Dusk to Sapphire Caste
- | Rookery Mate | Summer-sky to Opal Caste
- | Rookery Mate | Opal to Sapphire Caste
History:Little Pearl. Bright daughter. The rookery wove no webs for her Jewels because they would love her anyway. Even if her time with them was short, because she could not survive with them if she did not. They lived mostly at sea. In secret places. A part but apart. Their priestess ruled a village and the rookery. They mingled without sharing. In and out.
Apart. A part.
Pella was raised the same. Learning how to live among the Blood as Blood. Learning to live with the rookery as something else. Sealmaiden when her Summer-sky was grasped from deep waters. Her lungs burning! So cold! So far! Shivering and chattering when she surfaced, barely able to breathe through the clacking of her teeth.
Caste and place secured. Training begun in earnest. How to pray. How to guide. How to shift. How to lead. She was a good girl. A good student. A better apprentice. Flourishing as she grew. Her craft sound for all she kept failing to find the Darkness. She could not reach into the Abyss and hear Mother Night, but Pella could guide others to that place where promise lay.
As a young woman she chose a man in an unconventional manner. Stealing him from another girl with wiles she had been practicing on others. He'd already bloodied himself to earn the honor of a virgin night. Why not hers, where the honor would be greater? Plus he was more attractive than those pitted against each other for her.
An act of unkindness she was punished for. If she was to be a leader, she could not steal from her fellows. A lesson that stayed with her when she faced the deep waters again, diving for her Opal.
A leader. For a season she was. A splinter group to test the waters of her mettle. Youths as bull headed and full of energy as herself. Some she'd known for a lifetime, others had come from rookeries farther afield. For a season her life was perfection. Lovers. Friends. Rookery mates. They were hers and she was theirs.
And then it ended. A storm that sucked the water from their reef. And then drowned it again. Bodies breaking against the suddenly dry seabed stones. Others ripped out to open water by vicious under toes. It was bedlam. And in the middle of trying to rally them, to save her people from nature's wrath, he came.
Emile Dupuis. Pella curses him every day for saving her life. From stealing her from the one place she was meant to be. She doesn't know why he wouldn't let her save them, or save them himself. And she probably never will. Pella will not ask. She lives with him. Bears his weight across her body. Enjoys the smell of his hair, but she will not ask. Too stubborn? Too stupid? Why did he do it?
Instead she clings to Aramis. His Jewel is not so dark or his temper as sharp, but there is something in him that makes her stomach coil in terror and despair. In wanting. Maybe it is the strangeness of his soul that makes him eat the flesh of people. Will she be next? Just as delicious as the uncertainty of Emile's temper.
Day by day. Retribution.
The Writer
Player Name: dergon/cole
Player Pronouns: she/her
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