Story- The Last Unicorn May 21, 2011 15:29:17 GMT -6
Post by Story on May 21, 2011 15:29:17 GMT -6
♥ Story ♥
Now that she’s back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there’s time to change, hey, hey, hey, hey
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey, hey, hey
Full Name: Story-- just Story
Nicknames: nickname? What is this?
Physical Age: Her human body appears to be somewhere between 19-22 years old
Date of Birth: -- the unicorn within this body is ageless
Hometown: The other Realm, running wild in the woodlands
Current Residence: This sphere called Earth--a horrid place
Occupation: occu...excuse me?
Relationship Status: I can relate just fine. People just dont listen
Character Type: Unicorn-- cursed into the body of a human
Affiliations: Utterly Good, good, good.
Eyes: Crystaline--shifting from blue to green to pink-- like the facets of a gem
Body Type: She is tall and wispy with lithe dancers legs and a slight chest and hardly there curves
Best Feature: Choose just one? Nay. She is a free spirit, kind, shy, and her smile is as bright as the new morning sun.
Worst Feature:Story is pretty gullible at times, believing that everyone is good, unless they prove themselves otherwise. As well, she is too honest, which shouldn't be a 'bad' thing, but when it harms the feelings of others it can be quite off-putting.
Sexuality: She is really not sexual >.<
Personal Style: If she is forced to wear clothing (what creature does enjoy covering their form?) Story’s ‘style’ can be best described as non-existent. She wears what is comfortable; usually airy fabrics like linen and cotton and long gauzy broomstick skirts, but she will not turn down a comfy pair of jeans if she finds them. Her clothing is typically miss-matched and colorful, and her shoes, when forced to wear them tend to be sandals or flip-flops.
She wears eccentric jewelry, and a lot of it, from numerous bangles on her arms to odd items hanging from her ears, to strange (and often hideous charms) around her neck.
One accessory which is a constant is a set of delicate eye jewels, which she wears starting at the outer corner, to just under the lower lid. They are 3 very small ‘gems’ which seem to change color with her mood.
As well, and one may not call this a 'style' as much as an annoying side effect of her magic, but insects (bees, butterflies, and sometimes even scurrying creatures) tend to be attracted to her. Often times you will find her waving away bees and the like, which buzz about her head.
Face Claim: Taylor Swift
Abilities: As a species that lives among nature, the unicorn has a very pure, powerful magic. It is quite hard to explain this magic save it is elemental; a light when illumination is needed, a wind when a cool breeze is what is required, and a drink of water when her mouth is parched. She is able to telepathically communicate with the wildlife around her and not only does she commune with it, but the natural earth seems to have a protectiveness towards her, and will unexpectedly bow to save her from harm.
(Ex.: A swarm of bees might crowd an attacker, or tree branches might bend to hide her path)
In the awkward human frame Story cannot really control her magic. It simply appears when it is required, or, at times when her emotions run high.
Personality: Story is a truly honest, kind individual. A free spirit.
She loves whole-heartedly, believes in the impossible, and is wholly immune to what others might think of her.
She is brilliant, though easily distracted, and often lives inside her head more than outside of it.
Random in the best possible way, Story says what she thinks (usually the first thing that comes to mind) and is truly sincere. She is unwavering about things she believes in; passionate; intense. Story is usually cheerful, believing fully in the power of positivity. but quiet; timid in this new and foreign world.
• Animals and insects of all kinds, especially cats
• Bare Feet
• The Ocean, Woodlands, the outdoors, in general
• Gardens, flowers, herbs; nature, in general
• Flipping pancakes
• Naked moonlit circle dancing!
• blood and gore
• small enclosed spaces
• extensive knowledge about the natural world around her; ie, healing plants and herbs, lalala
• an inner glow that seems to deflect those who wish to do her harm, in addition to urging a protectiveness from others
• the magic within her is instinctual, and will come to her when she needs them
• She is good. And does what is good and what is right.
• she knows very little about the human world
• physically she is weak
• she is utterly gullible
• she feels too deeply, as if her emotions physically wound her
Mother: A striking stallion
Father: A petite but fearless mare
Siblings: yes! many of them!
Others: all the creatures of the woods are connected to me, in some way...
The unicorn is said to be the purest of creatures to ever live. It is wholly innocent to hate, harm, hurt…knowing only what is good and untainted and kind. The magic within them is said to be a glimmer of magic from the beginning of time; a gift from Mother Earth to one of her most breathtaking creations.
As such, chaste creatures like the unicorn are as vulnierible as they are pure; as rare as they are breathtaking. The other world is a miraculous place but it is not absent the same evil that plagues the human realm.
The unicorn was almost hunted to extinction. Seekers hunted them for their horns; thought to be a divining rod of the beast’s inner magic. They were beheaded for their manes, used in the center of magic wands in order to draw more power from them. They were eaten; hooves powered and used as make-up, generally the unicorn, even in the Other Realm became a fairy tale…
But they were still out there.
Story; which wasn’t really her name as unicorns had no names, lived with her small herd in the wild woodlands in a beautiful uninhabited green part of the Other Realm.
There were only few of them; two strong adults and a couple younglings. They were wild and free, and knew not the wars that were ripping the other world limb from limb. That is until tragedy befell them.
An evil sorceress had found a way to rip holes in the veil between their world and the human one. With a plan to conquer both realms the witch ordered the capture of the unicorn said to be surviving under the radar in the woods. The powerful horns would make powerful weapons for her warriors and the blood a potent persuasive toxin that could be used on her enemies. The tracker demons hunted down the herd and poisoned the stream from which they drank, incapacitating the animals so they couldn’t protect themselves. The stallion however, was proud and strong. He fought until his blood was spilled, and even after that. Wounded, the tracker demons fled the anger of the woodlands; in order to protect them the winds had become fierce and the sky black with an angry storm.
And the rain did not stop for months and months. Mortally wounded, the stallion did not last the night, and so heart broken over the death of her mate (the unicorn mates for life, and as such, the bond between them becomes like a corporal thing; wounding the spirit when severed) she passed into the Fade along with the dawn.
The younglings, as well as the woodlands and everything that encompassed them, felt the loss of these powerful, gentle creatures.
The land became gray and barren, the heavens continued to weep and the young moved on, save Story, who would not leave her home. This was unfortunate, as a hard-headed tracker who could not stomach failing to bring in the unicorn to his master returned to the forest to find the youngling alone and vulnerable.
He was a tricky one, this demon, and posed as a wounded innocent so that Story would be unafraid. The ruse worked, and when Story came to the aid of the demon, the hateful thing captured the gentle beast unaware.
Held prisoner by the witch while the evil woman tried to figure a way to remove the horn without killing the creature (and thus wasting all that inner magic) she cursed Story into the vulnerable body of a young woman.
Of course Story was helpless, and scared, and…there was no creature in the dark castle that could abide by a crying young unicorn.
Banding together, the tiniest of creatures along with the more human like servants devised a way to help her escape the murderous sorceress before it was too late. Stealing the weapon that opened the portal to the human world, they cut an opening in her cell that led straight to a place called Hollywood California…in the mortal dominion. Terrified, and awkward in her new frame, they begged her to hide here where the witch could not find her. Gods help her if the evil woman were to discover Story’s whereabouts she would likely not survive the wraith. And so here she hides…
-- To Come --