Posts by EMBERGLOW

^GENERAL:

^{✯ Nattmara Jorda}

^{—— "Nattmara" in reference to figures from Scandinavian folklore; usually represented as thin, waifish women with dark hair and pale skin who sit on the chests of sleeping humans to terrorize them and give them nightmares}

^{—— Natt, Mara, Mar}

^{✯ 7 months → ages at RPer's discretion}

^{✯ born January 1st (Capricorn)}

^{✯ female}

^{✯ preferred pronouns → she/her/hers}

^{✯ Shadow Veil → member}

^{✯ no titles}

^{IMPORTANT INFORMATION:}

^{✯ was born into a different body, but died young and was transferred to a new body by Ulla}

^{✯ unconscious sleepwalker}

^{✯ sleep spores + telepathy + project and manipulate emotion + shadow elemental}

^PHYSICALITY:

^{✯ CURRENT BODY | EURASIAN LYNX | HEALTH: 100%}

^{Natt, as an adolescent melanated lynx, has a fluffy coat of charcoal speckled with characteristic black lynx spotting. Her large paws house sharp black claws, and her long, thick limbs give her an appearance that suggests the promise of future strength. Her tail is short and bobbed, with the lighter gray fur on the underside exposed. Her ears also have the characteristic lynx points atop them, and they are rimmed with the darkest black fur. Warm lavender-colored eyes peer out of an aristocratic face, and the overall impression of her appearance is one of grace.}

^{—— minor injuries: none}

^{—— major injuries: none}

^{✯ ACCESSORIES:}

^{✯ SCENT: moonflower and wisteria}

^{✯ AESTHETICS:} 

^PERSONALITY:

^{Natt is a sweetheart when she's awake, always doting on her family and friends. She is an innocent youngster, drawn to light and life and fun. She is kind and gentle, and loves to spend time with the Veil's older members and healers. She likes to explore and learn, and though her heart quails at some adventure, she is generally game and willing to try new things.}

^{—— significant traits: sweet, graceful, emotional, soft, gentle}

^RELATIONS:

^{✯ daughter of Ulla Jordan}

^{✯ sister to Wei and Emil, adoptive sister to Kiyoshi}

^{✯ no friends}

^{✯ no enemies}

^{✯ no crushes}

^{✯ sexuality TBD}

^{✯ platonic relationships are easy to form}

^{✯ romantic relationships are relatively easy to form}

^HISTORY:

^{FUTURE PLOTS:}

^{✯ Around the time that Natt begins to mature (probably around 1 year of age), she will begin to unconsciously develop her powers. Prior to this she will have occasionally had flares of her shadow elemental or sleep spore abilities, but they will have been largely shrugged off as standard developing powers. But as she ages, she will begin sleepwalking of a different kind. She will seek out individuals in the middle of the night--perhaps only on a full moon?--and use her powers to terrify them to death with nightmares. Upon learning of what she's done, she will be devastated and withdraw into herself until she can either learn to control them, and live a relatively normal life, OR perhaps she will try to monetize those skills and become some kind of nightmare assassin. TBD.}

^{✯ Along with this first plot, I would love a romance plot for her--perhaps childhood friends that becomes something more, but upon the development and revelation of her abilities it all comes crumbling down and contributes to her depression. Maybe it resolves, maybe it doesn't.}

^{INTERACTIONS:}

^{✯ will not attack without reason}

^{✯ will not start fights}

^{✯ will not end fights}

^{✯ might run away}

^{✯ feel free to powerplay friendly actions}

^{✯ open to minor injury}

^{✯ ask before major injury or capture}

^{✯ bold name in #CFBEE9 and @/NATTMARA JORDA -}

^NOTES:

^_➤➣➤ Humming absentmindedly to herself, the young girl sat in the center of the ruinous camp. Charcoal paws surprisingly deft for their size wove strands of flowers and vines together, looping in endless circles and intricate twists of white, pink, green, yellow. A pile of flora stood before her, gathered carefully early in the morning before the dew had lifted, leaves and petals shimmering in their wetness. The ghost of a smile played across the lynx child's face as she wove, lavender eyes occasionally flickering up to glance about the stone and shadow.

"If anybody would like to join me in weaving, please do!" she called, lyrical voice floating across the camp. She knew everyone was very busy these days, what with all the raids and captures, but Natt found that it always made her feel better to take a break from the martial and spend some time in the mundane instead. Whether or not anyone else would agree and want to join her was up in the air, but she didn't mind either way. Since Ulla, her mother, had resurrected her in this body a few months ago, the child had consistently wandered about in a dream-like state, confused and traumatized by her sudden death and rebirth, but now, at six months of age, she was beginning to desire the life-grounding comfort of participation in the life of the Veil. She was still fighting through the fog of confusion, but today marked the first time that she was actively seeking out the company of other Veil members. Whether they came or not, the act in and of itself was a big step. She still hoped some would join her, but contented herself with the unusual sound of her own voice ringing out somewhere other than in her head.

^_➤➣➤ As the first Veil member approached the girl, her mouth upturned in a graceful smile. She blinked slowly in his direction as he sat, indicating wordless welcome, but her attention was quickly fixed by the ease with which he worked, seeming to know exactly what he was doing. "You must have experience with this, did someone teach you?" she mused, lilting voice holding steady as she flexed it for the first time in a while. It felt good to speak, to sing publicly again. "Nice to meet you, Cade. I'm Nattmara Jorda, but you can just call me Natt." Smiling again, the girl was pleased to have traded nicknames with the wolf. She'd seen him around the camp and had been drawn to his beautiful coloring, letting her eyes get lost in the swirls of his pelt. Seeing it up close brought her joy.

Before she could say much more, her mother appeared. Warmth flooded the girl's limbs, suffusing her in the glow that comes with feeling loved. She knew she probably hadn't been easy on Ulla these past few months, struggling as she had when she'd awoken in this body, but she was grateful to the doe. "Mother," she hummed, raising her pale eyes to Ulla's face without thinking about whether or not the title was an appropriate one for the woman who'd raised her from the dead. "I'm glad you're here. They made me think of you so I brought them here." A little heat rose to the girl's cheeks, and if they weren't covered in dark silver fur she would've appeared embarrassed. These were intended as a gesture of gratitude toward Ulla, a symbol of her commitment to this life and to embracing the second chance she'd been given. But Natt couldn't yet say that out loud, not yet, so she simply laid one finished crown at her mother's hooves and smiled.

^_➤➣➤ Natt, having only recently immersed herself in the life of the Veil, wasn't sure whether or not she'd be allowed to come along on this adventure at her age. At seven months old, she was no baby, but she wasn't an adult yet either. That said, she had spent long enough hiding in her mother's room, squirreled away from anything that might further traumatize her, and Natt was developing a hunger for some stimulation. And if they were just doing some exploring, she might be useful with her keen eyes.

The girl padded over to the growing throng of Veil members, eyes trained on Ulla's form. She didn't know whether her mother would send her home or let her join, but perhaps she could at least do something to help. "I'd like to go," she murmured, "if I can."

APPRENTICE LOOKING FOR MENTOR

Character name: Nattmara Jorda (Natt)

Any specific mentor in mind?: Nope!!

Skills: She can see very well in the dark, but that's about it tbh

^_➤➣➤ Attention pulled toward the third arrival, Natt's eyes found a second wolf in their midst, this one practically pearlescent in his paleness. Another slightly familiar face, ingrained in her mind from months spent watching but not interacting, but now she finally had a name to put with the visage. "Haiiro, it's nice to meet you," she replied, dipping her broad head to him. "Yes, I'm Natt. I've been here a while, but I..." A pause, fleeting struggle over how to frame her situation, resolve. "It's nice to meet you." Reaffirming her pleasure, glossing over her trauma. That seemed most appropriate in the presence of these folks she did not know too well, for now.

"Would you like some flowers?" she asked, switching topics deftly. She gestured towards the sizable pile with equally sizable paws, eyes maintaining their kind expression.

^_➤➣➤ A weekly task... Natt had never done one before, and most of the Veil probably still didn't even know who she was, but perhaps this would be an opportunity for her to make her presence known amongst their number. Padding hesitantly, delicately over to her leader, bolstered by her mother's warm presence, the lynx child came to a halt a good few feet away from Calina. Light eyes slowly raised from the ground to meet the woman's, and she took a small breath before speaking. "I would like one, please."

Hey y'all! This is Natt, my recently-adopted Veil baby, and I'm looking for fun plots to get her going! Her tags are here, but basically her deal is that she died as as child, got stuck in the spirit realm for a while, and then was resurrected into a new body by Ulla. The circumstances of her death were traumatizing, involving darkness/suffocation/terror, so it took her a while to adjust to being alive again (especially in a place as dark as sv). Now she's about seven months old, and is starting to be social again and whatnot. She's a gentle, kind girl who likes learning and adventure but is still a little hesitant and suffers from night terrors. Later plots involve her developing powers that lead to her attempting to (possibly succeeding) kill others in her sleep; her name is in reference to figures from Scandinavian folklore called the nattmara or mara if you're into that kind of thing (:

ANYWAY, she's open to:

- friends (best friends, too!!)

- mentor figures who can teach her how to do important things like hunt or fight, but also how to control her shadow elemental power (which she'll be discovering shortly).

- longer-term, a childhood best friend who maybe eventually becomes something more, like a high school sweetheart kinda deal

- learning about plants/herbs/healing/other helpful skills from y/c

- story time, hearing about clan tradition/folklore/legends/religion, etc.

- going to therapy lol

- exploring/going on g-rated adventures

She's also potentially open to:

- enemies/being scared v bad by someone

- small injuries

Closed for:

- death

- maiming

- capture

- litters

If you can think of anything else let me know!! I want to get her out in the world, so come at me <3

Y-E-S that would be v precious!! natt would be like WOW YOU KNOW SO MUCH and honestly will probably just adore him, crush or no <3 maybe they can meet on the edge of sv or vf? natt's still a little scared/hesitant so she probably wouldn't wander very far, but could make either work!!

ah perfect, you're awesome! thanks!!

^_➤➣➤ As more and more of her new Clanmates gathered to participate in her little craft, the girl found herself first tensing and then relaxing. They were kind, gentle, spoke softly. This was nothing like her past life. These were good folks. Turning first to Mistletainn, she smiled widely. "Of course," she hummed, selecting a white, yellow, and blue crown she'd already finished and passing it in his direction. "This one matches your aura." The way Natt felt auras didn't always match up with what others saw when they looked at individuals. It was less about exactly matching a color with a dominant emotion than it was about how she felt when others spoke. She couldn't explain it, so she didn't try to.

Turning then to Haiiro, who had responded to her, her smile turned into a grin. "Here you go!" She pushed a small pile of multi-colored flowers in his direction, and demonstrated once more how to weave them together like a braid. "I hope you wear it when you're done." A small giggle escaped her--how funny would the Veil look if half their toughest members walked around in flower crowns! It would be something to behold.

Next to approach was a young fox, who immediately addressed her by name. Natt's anxiety evaporated at being treated with gentle familiarity, and she let out a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding. "I found them in the forest when I was walking! I'm not sure how they grew, but I knew I had to bring them back for this." She paused to look Fletch in the eye, giggling again when the girl's tongue poked out to lick some dew from a flower. "Tasty!" she laughed, gesturing with her paw toward the pile. "Take as many as you want, and it's really nice to meet you."

Finally, Natt turned her head to Cade again, listening as he spoke. He had a daughter, but the slight hint of nostalgia she detected in his voice suggested to her that she wasn't here now, at least not in the Veil. Perhaps his daughter was still in RiverClan, but she didn't want to push the subject. Instead, she watched as he placed his finished crown atop Haiiro's head, prompting her to laugh again. "Never mind, maybe Cade can wear yours when it's done, Haiiro!" She hadn't really laughed in so long, and it felt nice to do it here amongst new friends.

Aw I would totally love that!! Natt would just be fascinated by everything Dakota says--and if Natt lets slip anything about her reincarnation/spirit child-ness maybe they can talk about that too <3 Do you want to make or should I??

^_➤➣➤ Natt was hesitant to be calling attention to herself so soon after beginning to integrate herself into Veil life, but Calina had given her this task and it was important to the girl that she do it right, and do it well. She wanted to prove her worth to the group, not just to her mother. She wanted to feel like she belonged here. She'd thought hard about how exactly to make the game work, what to use to represent points in this game, and eventually settled on finding leftover flowers from her crafting session that still had ten petals on them. She gathered a small stack, about a dozen in total, and brought them with her to the center of the camp.

"If... if anybody wants to play a game of Never Have I Ever, come join me!" she called, voice trembling a little at being raised so high. There were many things in the world that she'd never done, so she wasn't expecting to even get close to winning, but the charcoal lynx girl hoped she'd get to learn some things about her Clanmates.

^_➤➣➤ Frankly, Natt was surprised that her mother had let her join one of these parties. But as it turned out, she wasn't the youngest member who wanted to get their paws dirty these days. As the group descended into the tunnels, the gray lynx girl seemed to almost blend right into the rock and dirt, though she felt claustrophobia begin to wrap its icy fingers around her throat as the sky disappeared from view. Taking a few deep breaths and concerted swallows, Natt closed her pale eyes and centered herself. She was not dead, this was not the spirit world. She was alive, just underground. Luckily, before panic could take hold of her, Orfhlaith had lit up her hooves and was bouncing gentle light off the many surfaces in the tunnel.

Opening her eyes, she was able to focus on the rock Demeter had mentioned, just as the equine went over to start pushing. "Here, let me see if I can wiggle around behind it," she intoned, coming up next to the darkseeker. Reaching out her nose to sniff the rock, she determined it probably wasn't harmful before trying to wind her slender body around the rock to see what lay behind it. As far as she could tell it was fairly close to the wall of the tunnel, but as her eyes adjusted to the dim light she saw something move right in front of her nose. "Ah!" she exclaimed, jerking her head back. "There's definitely something alive back there, something moving. Or a lot of somethings." It would be hard to see what it was without moving the rock, so she moved back and positioned herself next to Orfhlaith so that their combined efforts might move the darn thing.

// uh I am THRILLED--next she needs the horsey equivalent of wheel-y shoes

^_➤➣➤ The girl had asked around about this game among the Veil's older members, several of whom had raised an eyebrow when she told them what she was planning. She assumed that was due to her relatively young age and obvious lack of experience, but she didn't really understand the kinds of contexts the game usually appeared in. To her, this was just a chance to get to know her new friends a little bit better. As the small group assembled, Natt nodded at Calina. "Yes, I thought we might use these flowers as markers of our participation--every time you've done the thing that someone else says they haven't, you simply remove a petal from the flower. The last one of us to still have petals on their flower wins the game!" She hoped that was simple enough, and turned her gaze to each player to make sure it made sense.

Not sensing any confusion, the lynx took a breath and decided to forge ahead with the game. "Okay, I suppose I'll get us started." A small smile touched her features, and she pondered for a moment before speaking again. "Never have I ever had a good dream." She wasn't lying, either--either she had night terrors, or she slept soundly, without dreaming. Holding her breath a little, she looked at the group around her to see if she would take the first point or not.

DAKOTA S. - sure, no problem! I'll tag you when it's up <3

ivory! - YES would love love love that. i could see them getting along real well! who makes??

^_➤➣➤ Grateful for the haste with which Calina moved through Natt's question and into her own, the girl let out a small breath when no one asked her to elaborate. That truth, the one she'd just shared, was one of the things that haunted her most, and to have it out in the open, acknowledged, and moved past left the lynx feeling surprisingly happy. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as her teammates plucked petals from their flowers, except for Haiiro. She saw him nod at her, silent agreement, and she dipped her head in return toward the wolf, acknowledging his pain with her own.

Calina went next, and the smile returned to Natt's face. Surely Calina was expecting the young girl not to pluck a petal, but she was forgetting that Natt had not always lived in this body or this place. Before Ulla raised her up, the girl had lived somewhere very far away indeed. Raising one eyebrow, she plucked a single petal from her delicate pink flower and let it fall to the ground. "Got me," she said, voice low. Come to think of it, Natt wasn't totally sure that where she'd lived previously counted as a Clan, exactly, but the point still stood. And at Haiiro's turn, the girl shook her head with a small smile. Really, never? She was surprised, but still made a show of pulling another petal from her own flower. It was only once, but it had happened and she daren't lie during a game.

"Fletch, Ambrose, Mystle? One of you can take a turn." They didn't need her, a child, to facilitate the game, but she didn't want to go again just yet and hoped someone else would fill in the gap.

^_➤➣➤ Natt had come to sit near her mother, silent and watchful, taking in Calina's words with a focused attention. Lavender eyes roamed the crowd, counting those she did not yet know, softening at those she did. At the woman's mention of her name, welcoming her out from her shell, the lynx dipped her head in gentle acknowledgement. It felt good to be out, to be participating, to get to know these folks with whom she now lived. And she received a mentor, Mystletainn, who was sitting next to her mother. She'd met him her first day out, and he'd seemed kind. And after this meeting, he'd received a title, too. The girl raised her eyebrows, impressed.

As the meeting concluded, she made her way over to the feline's side, dipping her head to him in respectful greeting. "I am pleased that you were assigned to mentor me," she said softly, trying her best to look pleasant. "I'm looking forward to learning from you." There was not much more to be said, but she hoped Mystle wouldn't be too put out by taking on an apprentice.

DAKOTA S. - oof, sorry, it's been a week, thread coming ASAP!

LAMIACEAE A. - aw I would love that!! natt would be totally confused by lami and then TOTALLY into being friends and finding out what's up with them.

ivory! - that would be amazing, thank you <3

^_➤➣➤ Something in Natt's soul was drawn to rain, to clouds, to the smell of the earth during a storm. Some folks loved the sun and its warmth, but Natt had always preferred darkness to light. Even when it began to terrify her, to control her dreams, to suffocate her. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was meant to be in the shadows. In this way, the Veil was the perfect home for her. Quiet, secluded, dark. No one treated her strangely for liking it, liking the secrecy and privacy it ensured. And so as she'd strengthened her mind and her spirit in the past several months, bolstered by her recent venture out into the Veil's social life, the girl had developed a taste for wandering through the territory. There were so many strange plants and animals here, so much to explore and find and listen to. It made her feel at home here, to feel the wet earth squishing beneath her massive paws and to smell the moist foliage all around her.

On one of these walks, the charcoal lynx came to a stop as the sounds of someone unfamiliar reached her ears. She was near one of the Veil's borders, which she walked with slightly increased caution due to the number of raids and captures that she'd heard about, but this voice didn't sound threatening. She couldn't make out what it was saying or doing, but she felt drawn to it. Without making much noise, the lynx stalked toward it, pale violet eyes trained on the small clearing ahead where she guessed the voice's source would be found. Skimming over the earth, her efforts were soon rewarded by the sight of a gray unicorn, doing something she couldn't quite see in the middle of the clearing. Natt relaxed a little at the sight. Unicorns weren't evil, right? It was probably fine.

Unfurling from her crouch, the lynx girl padded into the clearing louder than she normally would have, hoping to avoid startling the unfamiliar stranger. "Hello," she called in a sing-song child's voice. "Kindly state your name and business, you're in the Shadow Veil's territory." It was a poor facsimile of the kinds of phrases she'd heard asked of strangers at the border, but it would do for now.

// DAKOTA S. -- sorry it took so long!! here you go <3