Theodora sat in some dining hall of Hohenwart Abbey. Her face was buried in the shawls of the gloomy atmosphere, starkly silent with breathless prayer. Her prayer rope was draped in her lap, beading through her fingers calmly, collectively. Her olive eyes glanced at the food in front of her, some vegetable soup, which a complainer announced in the midst of the prayers that this was all the nunnery had been offering for the last several days. Theodora could not judge the poor, whispered woman, however. This woman was with an infant, and the lack of food was causing her milk to run dry. The nuns had been encouraging the woman to drink wine to help increase her lactation.
There was not much noise, in the dining hall except the occasional clinking of eating utensils against plates. The candle lights flickered with the personality of the weather crying outside the shelter. The weather made the most music throughout the hall, and it danced with the candles, offering the only light. The mantra of the Jesus prayer was easy to fill in repetition in Theodora's mind amongst these conditions, which were so natural and revealing of the dark human condition.
The sisters were quiet, waiting patiently for their most honored guests to finish eating. The abbess lingered near the entrance, head of the table, watching over the sisters. Theodora was happy for the rain, the fighting was calm despite the subtle violence of the weather. She did not enjoy the fighting, it seemed so pointless and gory and yet part of the human culture. Inside the monastery, they had been proven safe, protected by God. He had blessed them so far and hopefully, despite the darkness looming over the city, His light would shine forth through all the icons and offer protection through the All-Immaculate Lady and all His saints.
Theodora recited a Hail Mary, coming to a porcelain bead on her prayer rope, before continuing her mantra of the Jesus Prayer. She drew in small breaths from her dainty lips, continually listening to the silence of the dining hall. The conversation was lost to the weather and so was Theodora's prowess, for the time being.
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Susanna Bell listened to the chatters whispers and quietly echo throughout the chapel. The beatings are unjust seemed to be the topic. It was a typical topic, a popular topic. She disliked hearing about the repeated topic, over and over, again, but it was such a relevant topic. It was hard not to get a beating--for some, at least. Her mother seemed to be some favorite of the gods leading the Compound, but she always fell ill. She had not received a beating in some time and was thankful.
Lord, Jesus Christ, Son of God have Mercy on me a Sinner. she repeated in her head, over and over, again, trying to forget the pains in her mind that the beating had left, trying to remain in the same state that she has been--the good Susanna, who never gets beaten.
"I vote we leave the chapel. Just for time being. We'll have to be back for Mass." Their leaving seemed like a sound idea, considering their words could be heard by the people around them. They could definitely get in trouble for contemplating -- and as usual, the ones who did would get in trouble. Should the chapel not be a place to contemplate, clearly not aloud. She had been beaten for making a scene inside the chapel, the 'glorious' chapel and was hesitant to join into the conversation, to maybe even leave with them--even though what they spoke was the truth.
She held onto her rosary, repeating a Hail Mary, crossing herself, feeling entranced by the routine but still startled by the words being spoken around her.
Lord, Jesus Christ, Son of God have Mercy on me a Sinner. she repeated in her head, over and over, again, trying to forget the pains in her mind that the beating had left, trying to remain in the same state that she has been--the good Susanna, who never gets beaten.
"I vote we leave the chapel. Just for time being. We'll have to be back for Mass." Their leaving seemed like a sound idea, considering their words could be heard by the people around them. They could definitely get in trouble for contemplating -- and as usual, the ones who did would get in trouble. Should the chapel not be a place to contemplate, clearly not aloud. She had been beaten for making a scene inside the chapel, the 'glorious' chapel and was hesitant to join into the conversation, to maybe even leave with them--even though what they spoke was the truth.
She held onto her rosary, repeating a Hail Mary, crossing herself, feeling entranced by the routine but still startled by the words being spoken around her.
Name: Susanna Bell
Age: 24
Basic personality: Often times tongue-tied in the mantra of the Jesus Prayer, Susanna is a reserved character who finds herself comfortable being a wall flower or the third wheel of a social group. She is highly opinionated, radical, and often times finds following the masses quite difficult. She has been punished severely for her "odd thinking," and those scars she cannot forget, hidden on her back. It is because of the beatings that she has found herself to be so reclusive and biting her tongue to profusely. Her individualist behavior is not one to comply with the compound. But she tries with all her heart to avoid getting punished even if it means staying silent forever. Of course, temptations come and go, and she is by no means perfect. She would just like to make her mother happy, a woman who seems to understand the importance and significance of the compound rules and regulations.
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Weapon of choice: Wooden Sledgehammer
Quirks: Susanna is tall and thin and often times clumsy, which draws more attention to herself by accident.
Vices: Vanity
Weaknesses: Mentioning of the luscious world before the days of the compounds.
Anything else of note: Her father mysteriously disappeared.
I'm interested. ~
Name: Theodora Magdelina Adrianos
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Theodora stands above average height for a woman at about five foot six or seven. She has long, uncut, dark, chestnut hair with slight waves braided down her back. A simple, thin, white headpiece scarf is tucked around her head in almost a wimple-like fashion, for attempted modesty purposes despite her single nature.
She has been blessed with olive colored skin. Light freckles are sprinkled over her nose and inner cheek. Her eyes are a dark hazel or olive green color. Her lips are small, and readily pressed together in order to remain penitently silent. She wears a long dress-like garment which is copper or brown in color and flares in the bodice in the guise of an unpretentious woman. Over her chemise is a kirtle, off-white in color. A camel colored cloak is worn over her entire wardrobe, which covered her dark footwear.
Personality: Theodora is pious in character and perpetually trying to ascend the ladder of true divinity. Her mistakes are taken gravely, which is shown in her slightly unforgiving attitude towards herself. She breaks her own heart repeatedly to help those that need help. She has an insistent need to see the Christ-like icon in everyone around her. She is desperate to achieve true wholeness in her mind, body, heart, and spirit. Although, she tries to be as angelic as possible, she unfortunately had her follies. At times she can seem prude and prideful and arrogant. Despite her modest attire, she can appear to be pompous, which is not her true intent, but an unfortunate curse.
Origin: Byzantium
Background: Theodora was born to Artemas and Irene Adrianos in the small Byzantium. Her father was in the Palaiologan military. He was a sailor and often times due to the small number of their militia, he was called to duty to fight off the Turks. She grew to learn the arts taught to her by her mother, the arts of cooking, weaving, and tending to other household chores. At age ten, she started showing signs of an ability, most commonly known as for being a visionary. However, her powers were shown to be of any good. Her visions were numbered by demons and not sent directly by God but interceded through the evil one. She was thought of to be a witch and exorcised.
Unfortunately, due to circumstances of the Byzantine Empire, the economy and wars against the Muslims, or maybe just a lack of faith from the ones conducting and praying the exorcisms, her powers remained with her. Her spiritual powers were considered, "at an unrest." To her mother and father's dismay, she was sent to the nunnery at Saint Mary of Mongols in Constantinople, where she lived amongst the monastery's life for four years, secluded from society.
Alas, at the fall of Thrace, and word of the death of her parents to the plague, the witch left the monastery for Western Europe, seeking escape from the war, the dark disease, and possibly even the plague, which seemed to have no affect on her.
Equipment: Theodora's most prized possession is a white, silk one-hundred knot prayer rope, which is wrapped around her left wrist. A golden Byzantine cross is hung around her neck, as well. She carries a dark brown sack with coins, rope, gloves, a scarf, a blanket, two canisters of water or liquid such as wine, a spare silk prayer rope with elaborate beads and gold, incense in forms of Myrrh, Frankincense, herbs such as Basil, Rose Mary, Thyme, Lavender, Hazelwood, Wormswood, Nutmeg, Dandelion, Mugwort, Cloves, and Allspice, oils in scents such as Thieves, Lemon, Rose Mary, Frankincense, Rose, Saint Katherine of Alexandria, Holy Chrism, and olive.
Miscellaneous: Despite her carrying disposition, she is more concerned with her body's addiction to witchcraft than the Black Plague. She is worried about the entire world dying around her while she reminds alive. She is searching for a spiritual cleanser who will help her with her "possession" or anyone that can help her. She has the tendencies of an out cast, afraid to be excommunicated from the Church.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Theodora stands above average height for a woman at about five foot six or seven. She has long, uncut, dark, chestnut hair with slight waves braided down her back. A simple, thin, white headpiece scarf is tucked around her head in almost a wimple-like fashion, for attempted modesty purposes despite her single nature.
She has been blessed with olive colored skin. Light freckles are sprinkled over her nose and inner cheek. Her eyes are a dark hazel or olive green color. Her lips are small, and readily pressed together in order to remain penitently silent. She wears a long dress-like garment which is copper or brown in color and flares in the bodice in the guise of an unpretentious woman. Over her chemise is a kirtle, off-white in color. A camel colored cloak is worn over her entire wardrobe, which covered her dark footwear.
Personality: Theodora is pious in character and perpetually trying to ascend the ladder of true divinity. Her mistakes are taken gravely, which is shown in her slightly unforgiving attitude towards herself. She breaks her own heart repeatedly to help those that need help. She has an insistent need to see the Christ-like icon in everyone around her. She is desperate to achieve true wholeness in her mind, body, heart, and spirit. Although, she tries to be as angelic as possible, she unfortunately had her follies. At times she can seem prude and prideful and arrogant. Despite her modest attire, she can appear to be pompous, which is not her true intent, but an unfortunate curse.
Origin: Byzantium
Background: Theodora was born to Artemas and Irene Adrianos in the small Byzantium. Her father was in the Palaiologan military. He was a sailor and often times due to the small number of their militia, he was called to duty to fight off the Turks. She grew to learn the arts taught to her by her mother, the arts of cooking, weaving, and tending to other household chores. At age ten, she started showing signs of an ability, most commonly known as for being a visionary. However, her powers were shown to be of any good. Her visions were numbered by demons and not sent directly by God but interceded through the evil one. She was thought of to be a witch and exorcised.
Unfortunately, due to circumstances of the Byzantine Empire, the economy and wars against the Muslims, or maybe just a lack of faith from the ones conducting and praying the exorcisms, her powers remained with her. Her spiritual powers were considered, "at an unrest." To her mother and father's dismay, she was sent to the nunnery at Saint Mary of Mongols in Constantinople, where she lived amongst the monastery's life for four years, secluded from society.
Alas, at the fall of Thrace, and word of the death of her parents to the plague, the witch left the monastery for Western Europe, seeking escape from the war, the dark disease, and possibly even the plague, which seemed to have no affect on her.
Equipment: Theodora's most prized possession is a white, silk one-hundred knot prayer rope, which is wrapped around her left wrist. A golden Byzantine cross is hung around her neck, as well. She carries a dark brown sack with coins, rope, gloves, a scarf, a blanket, two canisters of water or liquid such as wine, a spare silk prayer rope with elaborate beads and gold, incense in forms of Myrrh, Frankincense, herbs such as Basil, Rose Mary, Thyme, Lavender, Hazelwood, Wormswood, Nutmeg, Dandelion, Mugwort, Cloves, and Allspice, oils in scents such as Thieves, Lemon, Rose Mary, Frankincense, Rose, Saint Katherine of Alexandria, Holy Chrism, and olive.
Miscellaneous: Despite her carrying disposition, she is more concerned with her body's addiction to witchcraft than the Black Plague. She is worried about the entire world dying around her while she reminds alive. She is searching for a spiritual cleanser who will help her with her "possession" or anyone that can help her. She has the tendencies of an out cast, afraid to be excommunicated from the Church.
I shall post a character sheet, soon, ~ today, hopefully.
I am interested, :) ~
I was not intending for Jane to have withdrawal symptoms, except for maybe some anxiety inductions. She is an ex-drug addict; however, the withdrawals from the acid trip would not be so severe. . So, I'll just make her pass out instead. Such a problem child.
Jane took hold of the shelter. It was heavier than she had expected. But what else should she have expected? She drew in deep breaths as her feeble body moved the shelter, trying to stay in stride with Luna, who seemed to have much firmer and swifter energy than her. The weight of the shelter stretched her muscles into an uncomfortable position, but oddly enough the weight was keeping her mind from her stomach's aches. She found some strange comfort in the heave of moving the shelter despite her exasperated figure, which had lost at least ten pounds if not more in the course of her appearing in this nightmarish land.
Shayre mentioned something about a fire. Jane could not help but agree with him. Her mind was in compliance with him. He had helped her this far, and holding the shelter was forcing her body into making depictions and decisions without much contemplation. Jane was not sure if a fire was really necessary, but Shayre's mood deemed a logical statement for the need of the element.
She bit her lip, as Luna commanded in numbers, "One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four," trying to keep Jane in rhythm with her. "Do you think this is a good spot for the shelter, Shayre?" Luna asked, her heart ringing through her voice. She had so much heart and love. Jane wished she could be so cheery, but her stomach's pinches were a reminder that being so. . so merry was not at all on the agenda, at least, not until the fruit was 'cleared' by Shayre's body. So far, he seemed functional. He was able to pick up the shelter without much noticeable hesitation, and his thinking seemed clearer than hers even though his head was injured.
Jane felt weak, bringing her mind back to her stomach. Her mind started dancing, and black spots started forming over her eyes, like dancing shadows sprinkling and taunting with rays of lights into her vision. Was she okay? Luna suddenly let out a holler as the shelter was dropped out of her hands, scraping against them as the weight was too much for her. Jane had passed out from exhaustion. And God, it felt so good to let her body morph into the atmosphere and fall through the low sky onto the ground. God, the feeling was so ecstatic, like she wasn't sober. God, I love you, she thought to herself as her body sprawled onto the grass. The soft, soft grass.
Shayre mentioned something about a fire. Jane could not help but agree with him. Her mind was in compliance with him. He had helped her this far, and holding the shelter was forcing her body into making depictions and decisions without much contemplation. Jane was not sure if a fire was really necessary, but Shayre's mood deemed a logical statement for the need of the element.
She bit her lip, as Luna commanded in numbers, "One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four," trying to keep Jane in rhythm with her. "Do you think this is a good spot for the shelter, Shayre?" Luna asked, her heart ringing through her voice. She had so much heart and love. Jane wished she could be so cheery, but her stomach's pinches were a reminder that being so. . so merry was not at all on the agenda, at least, not until the fruit was 'cleared' by Shayre's body. So far, he seemed functional. He was able to pick up the shelter without much noticeable hesitation, and his thinking seemed clearer than hers even though his head was injured.
Jane felt weak, bringing her mind back to her stomach. Her mind started dancing, and black spots started forming over her eyes, like dancing shadows sprinkling and taunting with rays of lights into her vision. Was she okay? Luna suddenly let out a holler as the shelter was dropped out of her hands, scraping against them as the weight was too much for her. Jane had passed out from exhaustion. And God, it felt so good to let her body morph into the atmosphere and fall through the low sky onto the ground. God, the feeling was so ecstatic, like she wasn't sober. God, I love you, she thought to herself as her body sprawled onto the grass. The soft, soft grass.
"I hope the fruit is safe," Jane said to Akuma, hopefully. Just as she spoke aloud, Luna rushed to help Shayre with the shelter. She was more proactive than the other two with such a task. Jane watched as they carried the shelter. Not once had shelter really crossed her mind. She had slept in the wilderness here for. . Maybe two nights, three nights? And not once had shelter been an issue. The nights had seemed mediocre, and. . Maybe it was the shock of the scenario keeping her from moving, having more survival. It was true, she had been in a particular mindset during those three days, nights.
She had been tripping on acid just the twelve hours before all of this happened, or something like that. And here she was. .starving, and it dawned on her to help Luna and Shayre with the shelter. Recollecting how she had gotten here seemed too much of a daze. What happened? What really had happened to them all? Why were they here. . ? She snapped out of her daze.
"I, here, I can help, as well," she spoke, biting her lip, again, realizing how weak her voice sounded. She drew in a deep breath, trying not to mind. The more important scenario was: she did not want to be caught not helping. If she was not mistaken, Akuma had helped collect materials for the shelter while she was in feeble condition. Or was that what had happened? She was not very clear minded during that time period, and even now, her mind wandered and scratched at itself.
She walked over to Luna and Shayre to help carry the shelter, "You really should not be lifting heavy objects with your head injury," she spoke, again to Shayre, concerned about him. He had helped her when her leg was maimed, and watching him strain was not a sight Jane thought she should allow. Her hunger was striking, but she could still walk.
She had been tripping on acid just the twelve hours before all of this happened, or something like that. And here she was. .starving, and it dawned on her to help Luna and Shayre with the shelter. Recollecting how she had gotten here seemed too much of a daze. What happened? What really had happened to them all? Why were they here. . ? She snapped out of her daze.
"I, here, I can help, as well," she spoke, biting her lip, again, realizing how weak her voice sounded. She drew in a deep breath, trying not to mind. The more important scenario was: she did not want to be caught not helping. If she was not mistaken, Akuma had helped collect materials for the shelter while she was in feeble condition. Or was that what had happened? She was not very clear minded during that time period, and even now, her mind wandered and scratched at itself.
She walked over to Luna and Shayre to help carry the shelter, "You really should not be lifting heavy objects with your head injury," she spoke, again to Shayre, concerned about him. He had helped her when her leg was maimed, and watching him strain was not a sight Jane thought she should allow. Her hunger was striking, but she could still walk.
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