(OOC: Borrowed HTML from the free-HTML until I get not-lazy enough to make some for her, lol. >.> DARN YOU NIGHTINGALE FOR MAKING ME WANNA JOIN. D: Referral credit goes to her. P.S.; I'm using my coin for a familiar.)

OOC STUFF

Player Name: Fluffy Horror
How I found out about y'all: The plot with Hoof Prince.

IC STUFF

Name: Giselle
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Defects: Tends to have problems with authority.
Appearance: Giselle is considered 'tall', being the maximum height of four feet for her level of power, which isn't really very high, so I suppose you'd call her short for now, unless you were also a level one fairy. She leans towards fae-like in the structure of her body, being very thin and willowy, with high prominent cheekbones, not much curvature to speak of, pointed ears and an extremely pale complexion. Her eyes are set in very long lashes, lending a romantic look to her features, though she does exhibit heterochromia in that her left eye is a bright green hue, while her right eye is a rich brown. Giselle also differs from most female fairies in that her hair, several shades of auburn, is cropped short to her head and sticks up in wild tufts all over instead of being long and silky. She keeps it short because it's easier to manage, Giselle can't be bothered with caring for long hair! All together she has a different, more awkward sort of beauty, a rather untraditional attractiveness, but she can be considered attractive all the same. Giselle usually wears whatever she feels like, which usually consists of shorts, boots, and a loose-fitting jumper dress. She can also be seen carrying a variety of weapons: usually thin little knives strapped in an assortment of places on her body, but clubs, swords, crossbows, iron knuckles, and other such things are also prominent. She has quite the weapons stash.

Personality: Giselle is a loose canon, to best describe her. Most people who meet her become convinced that she is rather off her rocker. She does things her own way and refuses to let people tell her what to do, even if they're only trying to help. She has a short fuse and a fast left hook, making her all the more dangerous to any who irk her (which is pretty much everyone). She's loud, boisterous, and a braggart. Quick with insults and blows, Giselle can be difficult (to put it kindly) to get along with. Getting her to like you is difficult, because she admires the strangest things: for example, she may dislike someone enough to provoke them into fisticuffs, but say the fairy she's fighting wallops her a good one in the nose. Giselle would, instead of being angrier, admire them for their strength and start a fast friendship. This makes it rather difficult to predict her moods or become friendly with her. However, once you worm your way into her good graces she makes a hilarious friend and good second for duels. She also has a penchant for gambling and fighting.

History: Nobody knows. :O

Familiar's Name: Garbhán (Little rough one)
Species: Wolverine
Gender: Male
Appearance: Garbhán is large for a wolverine but typical in colorization.
Personality: Doesn't balance out Giselle. Has anger-management issues and believes himself to be the sole authority. They make good brawling buddies.

Sample Post: (This is from Aletheia.)

Momma, momma, help me! Oh Altus, where was she? It was all black, she couldn't see anything! Where was her mother? She hadn't ventured very far, she'd been right on her heels! One second she'd been chasing a butterfly, her mom grazing at her side then the next, BAM, she was here in this darkness and she couldn't feel the comforting warmth of her mother, couldn't hear, couldn't feel, couldn't see. A stark terror gripped the heart of the little filly as she realized she could not move her limbs, she was trapped. She tried calling out for help but her larynx would not work, her little mouth would not move. She was alone in this black space with her thoughts. A terrifying prospect. Being not yet a year old, she was not well-rehearsed in the way of rational thinking, and thus did not try and calm herself or mentally talk herself through this ordeal. Aletheia did the only thing she knew how to do: called for help from her mother with her mind. Of course, her mother could not hear her, and a rational Aletheia would know that, but Aletheia was far from rational now, having worked herself up into a heady panic. Mom, mom, help me please! I promise I'll never chase butterflies again, please!

Alas, her mother would not hear her. The mare had been unfortunately killed in the fluctuation of the rift between the two worlds, leaving Aletheia an orphan. Fortunately, the very same rift which had taken her mother would leave her not quite as helpless as she believed herself to be. Perhaps it was random chance, perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was the interference of higher powers. In either case, the little filly entered the rift at the exact same time as another being, and a melding of minds occurred. Their lives would never again be the same.

Though it felt like an eternity was spent in that black space between the two worlds, in reality it wasn't even a second in the outside-time before the filly was deposited in a clump of sparse grass and sand located in a dip in between two tiny dunes, a relatively safe place. The filly was sheltered from strong breezes and prying eyes, and it was warm down here in the sand, with the sun high in the sky, reflections of light bouncing off the white sand and making the land seem to glow. Aletheia did not notice her surroundings, however, her mind could only focus on one thing.

SIOBHAN, SIOBHAN, SIOBHAN! Her mind screamed this name, over and over, though she had never met any horse named Siobhan in her entire life. It was like a glimmer of light peeking out from between slats in her mind, a tear in the boundaries of her own consciousness. Suddenly a rush of awareness filled her mind, as if a dam had been broken, the slats torn away revealing that light, another being, another consciousness within her own, a second mind mingling with hers. SIOBHAN, SIOBHAN, SIOBHAN.

That name! Now it was attached to a face, one indubitably foreign, yet one that seemed as familiar as her mother's features. Waves of memories and thoughts that were not her own beset her brain, filling her with a relentless tide of mixing emotions and feelings that confused and overwhelmed the filly. She let out a loud cry, one that did not reach the outside world but was instead voiced in her mind, a cry privy only to Siobhan and Aletheia. The weight of this new consciousness was unbearable.

Suddenly, the weight lifted, the waters stopped pouring in and settled. It was like being born again and first becoming aware of the world. It was like seeing things in a new light, everything she knew and loved had a different perspective on it, a perspective that was not unwelcome. The other mind was still touching hers but now it was not overwhelming, it was merely there, a comforting touch in the back of her mind, a warmth she could not shake. The filly knew this warmth as well as her own soul now, for this other being was as much a part of her as she was a part of the other. A fairy. Siobhan.

Hello? She tentatively probed at the ball of light in the back of her mind, silently speaking, she knew that she would be heard. This fairy was no stranger to her, but she was still meeting her for the first time.

The sound of gulls and the gentle lapping of waves reached her hearing. She became aware of the soft sand cushioning her body, of the rushes surrounding her. Back to normal- but her normal had been forever altered.

Aletheia opened her eyes.