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Danica Stawski, the Witch of the Chicago River
Wyrd 2 Telluric Waterborn Ogre of the Fire Court, 20 years old
Mask: Witch/Mien: Student
Aspirations: Bring down the one who sacrificed her to the Fae, Learn to be more composed, Make a secure and comfortable bedding place
Health: 8, Willpower: 4, Clarity: 7
Attributes
Mental: Intelligence 2, Wits 3, Resolve 3
Physical: Strength 3, Dexterity 1, Stamina 3
Social: Presence 2, Manipulation 3, Composure 1
Skills
Mental: Academics 1(Specialty Chicago History, +2), Occult 3
Physical: Athletics 2, Brawl 3, Survival 2(Specialty Foraging)
Social: Empathy 2, Intimidation 3, Persuasion 1(Specialty Begging), Streetwise 3, Subterfuge 2
Merits
Hardy 1
Area of Expertise(Chicago History)
Dual Kith
Fire Mantle 1
Contracts
Cloak of Starfire 1
Changeling Fate 2
Murkblur
Other Traits
Size: 5
Speed: 9
Defense: 3
Initiative Mod: 2
Armor: 1/1 when Cloaked
Description
Imagine an artist at a lousy convention. The entire weekend, people have either just snapped pictures of his work and walked off without buying a damn thing or begged and pleaded with him to do just the tiniest sketch of them without asking for payment, on top of a thousand other stupid micro-aggressions or simple stupid acts of negligent thought. Finally, as he's taking stuff down, someone comes up and asks for a quick drawing of a nymph for free. When he tells them that he charges for his drawings, the customer scoffs and says he doesn't even believe the guy drew any of the shit up here. Furious, the artist finally sketches, as quickly and with as few lines as possible, a nymph to show that yes, his style is exactly that shown in the work, before shoving it in the guy's face and storming off. That nymph, even though she can be discerned as a nymph in her outline and details, would not look like the sort of creature you'd find languidly tempting in souls on the shore of a sandy beach. No, the nymph drawn there, as an act of violence, looks like the nymph who broke down the dam that flooded the valley, killing everyone in it, all sharp angles and viciousness.
Danica's mask looks like that. A little taller than the average American woman (about 5'6"), layers upon layers of thrift shop and lost goods clothing make her seem stouter and flabbier than the slim, muscular girl actually is. Her short, wavy black hair is often left swept back from her time in the water, and her big brown eyes, speckled with blue, draw angles in relation to her chin and hairline, a knife cutting the crowds, the water, the fates.
Danica's mien initially seems similar, with more whorls in her gleaming skin texture and bone structures being the only big difference. However, in flow to her mood and circumstances, her white skin gives way to the look of glass, showing off deep, dark waters hiding bright, angry stars. This revelation of the ocean within ebbs and flows, in time and tide to the current narrative of the Wyrd.
Backstory
Before the durance, Danica was a pretty happy kid who idolized her mother, who was an architectural advisor to the city and its' various businesses. She spent many nights listening to her mother as they drove through the city, listening to her talk about the strange and complex history of Chicago, building by building, alley by alley, before they would close out the day at her father's diner. Danica often looked up books on Chicago's history in school so she could keep up and add small bits to her mother's conversation. She did well in school and had a few good friends, a few good enemies, and the general approval of everyone else.
In was shortly after the Chicago Flood on April 13th, 1992, that things went to shit for her. One day, as her mother was looking over the water coming in and working with a team of people, Danica wandered off a little too far, and ran into a gang with large, vicious looking dogs. Upon spying her, they chased her, blocking her off from her mother. They chased her into one of the buildings, down into the flooding basements. The leader, a heavily scarred man, wearing a leather jacket patched with a patch of a broken lantern spewing fire, laughed, giving condolences before shoving her into the water.
She's not sure when she was picked up by the Gently Sleeping Boy, or when she was taken to Arcadia. One second, she was sinking in filthy brown water, the next she was sinking through the deep navy of an Arcadian ocean, stars burning and drifting in the currents. Her breath left her, and still she lived. Her flesh stripped off in rags, and still she lived. A star drifted through her heart and spine, and still she lived. The temptation she gave into was to simply sink, as the ocean of stars lulled her to sleep, tide and fate singing to her softly.
At some point, the song changed, murmurs of secrets lost from the Strangers, gentle gurgles of disquiet. Danica woke with each secret she learned, with each unsettled current. This happened for time, until she got a sense of self, of being. She would drift, listening to the water and stars, and eventually found a group of changelings at a wall. Upon realizing the water had a voice, a face, a heart, they spoke to her harshly, urgently, whispering loss upon loss, theft upon theft. Their words became her fury over time, and she turned her tide against the wall, driving debris and stars and crashing furor against it again and again and again. Finally, the wall broke, and the ocean swept through the Hedge to the edge of mortality.
The Gently Sleeping Boy was there. He congratulated her for several years of work, and for helping her make a big gain for him. He said there was no need to worry, she was free to go, though he looked forward to her services again in future. And with that, Danica entered the real world again, and ran for home. There, her heart sank. Twenty years had passed in the real world where only ten had passed in Arcadia, and she found her parents caring for a copy of herself recently come out of a coma. She even broke in and tried to find out what happened, but when the alarm caused her parents to call the cops, she ran for it. She ran until she crashed into MacDougall of the 1871 Freehold, member of the Fire Court. He took her in briefly, explaining things for her. In that brief time, she noticed a collection of patches that MacDougall said reflected the changing heraldry of the Fire Court, including the broken lantern she had seen previously. When offered to join the Fire Court, Danica accepted, but quickly fled after she had been sealed into the fold. She knew she had an opportunity to find out what happened in '92, and get revenge for the years she lost, but she wasn't sure she could get answers without tipping her hand.
So now, she haunts the bridges and waterways of Chicago, learning the hard knocks of life on the street, begging and scrapping for money and food while digging into the history and secrets of Chicago.
Personality
What got her out of Arcadia was a decision to get angry. What keeps her safe on the streets is the decision to be angry. What keeps her from breaking down at how lost and confused she really is is the decision to be angry. Danica chooses to be frustrated, angry, annoyed, abrasive because it seems like the only way to keep from drowning again. She has plenty of reason to be upset, and lots of power to back her up, so she chases her life around keeping up the frustration. When she's not sleeping or hanging around a corner with a sign and tupperware bowl, she's often looking for a reason to be upset
If she ever stopped though, she'd have to deal with the fact that she's a girl lost in time, a little girl thrown into a world of adults, a lone figure pushed chasing a shadowy conspiracy that threw her into the lulling hell she never wanted to go back to again. And if she ever stopped, she'd have to confront that being abrasive and angry is exhausting and unrewarding for her, that she prefered her life when she could be sweet and laid back. Danica has all the capabilities of a badass, but little of the drive, in actuality. But if she accepts that, she'll become vulnerable, and the she won't let that happen again.
Danica's biggest problem is her tendency to wear her heart on her sleeve. While she can steer the ship of her emotions about as well as anyone, she will show what she's feeling, if not what she's thinking. It's what's keeping her from actually investigating the Fire Court, and it's why she needs to keep the momentum on her anger.
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And I think that should be it.
Danica Stawski, the Witch of the Chicago River
Wyrd 2 Telluric Waterborn Ogre of the Fire Court, 20 years old
Mask: Witch/Mien: Student
Aspirations: Bring down the one who sacrificed her to the Fae, Learn to be more composed, Make a secure and comfortable bedding place
Health: 8, Willpower: 4, Clarity: 7
Attributes
Mental: Intelligence 2, Wits 3, Resolve 3
Physical: Strength 3, Dexterity 1, Stamina 3
Social: Presence 2, Manipulation 3, Composure 1
Skills
Mental: Academics 1(Specialty Chicago History, +2), Occult 3
Physical: Athletics 2, Brawl 3, Survival 2(Specialty Foraging)
Social: Empathy 2, Intimidation 3, Persuasion 1(Specialty Begging), Streetwise 3, Subterfuge 2
Merits
Hardy 1
Area of Expertise(Chicago History)
Dual Kith
Fire Mantle 1
Contracts
Cloak of Starfire 1
Changeling Fate 2
Murkblur
Other Traits
Size: 5
Speed: 9
Defense: 3
Initiative Mod: 2
Armor: 1/1 when Cloaked
Description
Imagine an artist at a lousy convention. The entire weekend, people have either just snapped pictures of his work and walked off without buying a damn thing or begged and pleaded with him to do just the tiniest sketch of them without asking for payment, on top of a thousand other stupid micro-aggressions or simple stupid acts of negligent thought. Finally, as he's taking stuff down, someone comes up and asks for a quick drawing of a nymph for free. When he tells them that he charges for his drawings, the customer scoffs and says he doesn't even believe the guy drew any of the shit up here. Furious, the artist finally sketches, as quickly and with as few lines as possible, a nymph to show that yes, his style is exactly that shown in the work, before shoving it in the guy's face and storming off. That nymph, even though she can be discerned as a nymph in her outline and details, would not look like the sort of creature you'd find languidly tempting in souls on the shore of a sandy beach. No, the nymph drawn there, as an act of violence, looks like the nymph who broke down the dam that flooded the valley, killing everyone in it, all sharp angles and viciousness.
Danica's mask looks like that. A little taller than the average American woman (about 5'6"), layers upon layers of thrift shop and lost goods clothing make her seem stouter and flabbier than the slim, muscular girl actually is. Her short, wavy black hair is often left swept back from her time in the water, and her big brown eyes, speckled with blue, draw angles in relation to her chin and hairline, a knife cutting the crowds, the water, the fates.
Danica's mien initially seems similar, with more whorls in her gleaming skin texture and bone structures being the only big difference. However, in flow to her mood and circumstances, her white skin gives way to the look of glass, showing off deep, dark waters hiding bright, angry stars. This revelation of the ocean within ebbs and flows, in time and tide to the current narrative of the Wyrd.
Backstory
Before the durance, Danica was a pretty happy kid who idolized her mother, who was an architectural advisor to the city and its' various businesses. She spent many nights listening to her mother as they drove through the city, listening to her talk about the strange and complex history of Chicago, building by building, alley by alley, before they would close out the day at her father's diner. Danica often looked up books on Chicago's history in school so she could keep up and add small bits to her mother's conversation. She did well in school and had a few good friends, a few good enemies, and the general approval of everyone else.
In was shortly after the Chicago Flood on April 13th, 1992, that things went to shit for her. One day, as her mother was looking over the water coming in and working with a team of people, Danica wandered off a little too far, and ran into a gang with large, vicious looking dogs. Upon spying her, they chased her, blocking her off from her mother. They chased her into one of the buildings, down into the flooding basements. The leader, a heavily scarred man, wearing a leather jacket patched with a patch of a broken lantern spewing fire, laughed, giving condolences before shoving her into the water.
She's not sure when she was picked up by the Gently Sleeping Boy, or when she was taken to Arcadia. One second, she was sinking in filthy brown water, the next she was sinking through the deep navy of an Arcadian ocean, stars burning and drifting in the currents. Her breath left her, and still she lived. Her flesh stripped off in rags, and still she lived. A star drifted through her heart and spine, and still she lived. The temptation she gave into was to simply sink, as the ocean of stars lulled her to sleep, tide and fate singing to her softly.
At some point, the song changed, murmurs of secrets lost from the Strangers, gentle gurgles of disquiet. Danica woke with each secret she learned, with each unsettled current. This happened for time, until she got a sense of self, of being. She would drift, listening to the water and stars, and eventually found a group of changelings at a wall. Upon realizing the water had a voice, a face, a heart, they spoke to her harshly, urgently, whispering loss upon loss, theft upon theft. Their words became her fury over time, and she turned her tide against the wall, driving debris and stars and crashing furor against it again and again and again. Finally, the wall broke, and the ocean swept through the Hedge to the edge of mortality.
The Gently Sleeping Boy was there. He congratulated her for several years of work, and for helping her make a big gain for him. He said there was no need to worry, she was free to go, though he looked forward to her services again in future. And with that, Danica entered the real world again, and ran for home. There, her heart sank. Twenty years had passed in the real world where only ten had passed in Arcadia, and she found her parents caring for a copy of herself recently come out of a coma. She even broke in and tried to find out what happened, but when the alarm caused her parents to call the cops, she ran for it. She ran until she crashed into MacDougall of the 1871 Freehold, member of the Fire Court. He took her in briefly, explaining things for her. In that brief time, she noticed a collection of patches that MacDougall said reflected the changing heraldry of the Fire Court, including the broken lantern she had seen previously. When offered to join the Fire Court, Danica accepted, but quickly fled after she had been sealed into the fold. She knew she had an opportunity to find out what happened in '92, and get revenge for the years she lost, but she wasn't sure she could get answers without tipping her hand.
So now, she haunts the bridges and waterways of Chicago, learning the hard knocks of life on the street, begging and scrapping for money and food while digging into the history and secrets of Chicago.
Personality
What got her out of Arcadia was a decision to get angry. What keeps her safe on the streets is the decision to be angry. What keeps her from breaking down at how lost and confused she really is is the decision to be angry. Danica chooses to be frustrated, angry, annoyed, abrasive because it seems like the only way to keep from drowning again. She has plenty of reason to be upset, and lots of power to back her up, so she chases her life around keeping up the frustration. When she's not sleeping or hanging around a corner with a sign and tupperware bowl, she's often looking for a reason to be upset
If she ever stopped though, she'd have to deal with the fact that she's a girl lost in time, a little girl thrown into a world of adults, a lone figure pushed chasing a shadowy conspiracy that threw her into the lulling hell she never wanted to go back to again. And if she ever stopped, she'd have to confront that being abrasive and angry is exhausting and unrewarding for her, that she prefered her life when she could be sweet and laid back. Danica has all the capabilities of a badass, but little of the drive, in actuality. But if she accepts that, she'll become vulnerable, and the she won't let that happen again.
Danica's biggest problem is her tendency to wear her heart on her sleeve. While she can steer the ship of her emotions about as well as anyone, she will show what she's feeling, if not what she's thinking. It's what's keeping her from actually investigating the Fire Court, and it's why she needs to keep the momentum on her anger.
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And I think that should be it.
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