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Samhain Intrigues

Bodil Bera

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Two feet. Two hands. Two eyes. She still had all her pieces and bits. Short dark hair cropped to curl at her jaw, her faded green eyes flashed in anger. Full pouting lips in down turned frown, the sparrow-like girl would really like to kick and thrash and scream her demands to be released. She wasn’t alone in this. But she’d like to wager that she was the angriest. Her wish had been maliciously twisted. She shouldn’t be here! Her booted feet scuffled on the ground. Already having tried to make a break for it, she had been shackled up, her bindings anchored to one of the posts supporting the decaying canopy once called a roof. Layered in warm clothes, she was a wintery looking thing, though a bit thin and small for proper durability in harsh cold climates. Not that it had ever stopped her before.

She was stubborn and a bit spiteful, glaring as each horrible monstrous mask in the crowd, like a chained wolfling mutt ready to bite at anything that dared get too close. Collection! Ha! This was an auction! The decrepit corpse of the building was molding over with greenery and anything metallic gasped under layers of smothering rust. The grand jewel-colored windows were cracked and bleeding light, vines and brambles festering in their wounds. In the balcony teeth above, masks of faces smile down at her. Some were so horrific and other too painfully beautiful, so they must be masks.

Gold and glittering silver and other kinds of finery she could not name glimmered like stars in the skeleton teeth of the balcony. Gilded to hide their horrifying natures, no doubt. The Collector paired well with his dying palace, for he too was rotting and decaying, fraying at the edges, his wheezing voice cracking like the windows but holding no beauty. As if made of ancient wood, stone and dust, he projected his discontentment of some Unseelie King. Bodil didn’t know what an ‘unseelie’ was but it sounded like ‘unseen’ to her. She growled lowly.

Then there was the ‘seelie’ king-queen. Whatever. Didn’t matter. All Bodil knew was that this was temporary. She’d gotten out of a binding servitude once. She could do it again. The jeering made her snap to, tugging at her shackles and glowering like a starved wolf that hadn’t lost its fight quite yet. Decide? Decide what?! Where and who they would be slaves to? That was no choice! Bodil made a noise of frustration, squirming at her tightening bonds.

A beast man appeared and she shuddered. Round doe-like eyes went wide. Beast-men of were often the tormentors of her childhood nightmares. It grinned and she repealed in disgust and horror. So the revolting beasts of her nightmares were real and not just child’s dreams! Every wave of the creatures tail made her face twist a bit tighter in terrified abhorrence. The thing grew claws and she shiver, paling though she could not look away. This talk of ‘forcings’, whatever that was, sent shivers like cold ice water down her spine. Screwing her eyes shut, she pushed her face into her shoulder.

She wanted to go home. She wanted to be away from this awful place that housed nightmares. But all this ‘wanting’ is what got her in this mess to begin with. Why couldn’t she be satisfied with life as a Mennonite? Why couldn’t she simply suffer through the hounding that her father and brother had dragged he through, trying to get her to go home when clearly she was never going back? She had made it years through all that. Then one night, in weary weakness, she confessed her wish to what she had thought had been an angel.

And now Bodil was here. Betrayed. Oh, but she had gotten her wish. She’d never be bothered by her family ever again. A young man spoke, a human, same as her. Her eyes snapped to him. He was talking to them? Bodil shuddered. Why did he seem so calm? Didn’t he know?

They were never going to get away from this place. Not without connections and a plan.

Good thing she had experience with being held captive.

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Water everywhere. Why did it have to be water? She was all water-wrinkled and soggy. And if the water was any higher it could drown her, slowly and painfully. The tank across from her was a dim image in the slowly slime covering glass of her own tank. Knowing what was in it and being unable to draw any sound from her fellow captive, she had given up on talking. At first she had screamed. Screamed for help, for anyone, anyone at all to get her out of the awful sludge-stinkin’ water.

The dwarf female had refused to cry too. When she had no one to talk to. When she knew no one would come. When she grew so hungry it hurt. All she had were her prayers. But the songs had dwindled from chants to whispers and then just thoughts. Anyone, anyone please... AllFather guide This One from the dark, consuming waters... Bring your almighty hammer down to smash This One’s prison and all my would be jailers... Anyone, Oh SoulForger... Let my being be their weapon till This One’s debt is repaid... Anyone at all please... Even a stinkin’ fleet foot Elf or Gnome will do...

How had she gotten in this mess...? It had been just the average journey destination. The Dwarffather had scented her dreams. The traveling had been slow, her mostly making her way on foot, which wasn’t very fast at all. But then she had hitched a ride with a merchant who had been curious to hear tales of her homeland and observe her odd prayers. Traveling with the curious human had been far easier than traveling on foot. Upon the end of his route, she had bit him farewell and praised the AllFather for leading her to gain yet another companion with a faster mode of travel.

From there it was slow goings again. Stone-footed, being a dwarf, she prayed once more for guidance and the Soul Forger had shown her in dream visions of where to go. A place of figures in robes, fingers of light brushing over their mortal heads. And with inquires of holy places to the humans in the nearest town, the tavern keep suggested Bourgund as one of the places to see in her wanderings.

To travel so far from home was not very dwarfkind to do, but as young as she is, the forging-path of her ancestors carried thicker in her blood than most. Or so her mother had always told her. With Moradin’s guiding hand, trusting in his all-wisdom, the she-dwarf did not always know her destination, but trusted in that she was the Dwarffather’s eyes and always went in his ways on her journey. To be a wanderer is to have the restless feet so uncommon in her focused kin. But it is also the need to see more, learn more, and to always be Moradin’s daughter in the ways of justice and light.

So upon her arrival to Bourgund, she found a tavern to stay at. Through rumors, whispers and the most common of hearsay, the cleric learned there was a cult killing people and leaving their bodies about the streets like common daily trash. This must be the reason the AllFather had guided her to this place, there was little doubt in her.

But in her investigations, she had been ambushed. Captured. Like a dim-witted elf-brain. So stored in the tank of water (quite uncomfortably might it be added) the she-dwarf was up to her chin and bound rather tightly. All her calls for help had been swallowed by water and darkness in the betraying womb of earth where the tanks were stored. Might be about a day of being stored like rotting fish guts, but who could tell in this prison. Unable to wriggle free from the manacles around her wrists, she knew her captors. Fish-people. Stinking, slimly, soggy-water-brained Fish-people!

The people of this land called them Sahuagin, and those scale-faced flipper-discs had taken all her things. Who knew where they had put them. But the AllFather would provide and guide.

Beyond all this, she knew not much else. She was a pretty wonderful fighter. Not so much an investigator. Her ‘investigation‘ was usually charge in and smash the issue till it presented a problem no longer. Didn’t seem to be the best strategy this time around...

Something tapped against her tank and she squirmed about even more than before. Though it would do her no good. But at least whoever was out there knew she was alive and ready to smash some Fish heads.

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Bodil Beara

Bodil Bera

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Basic Summary

Name: Bodil Beara
Alias: Scullery
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Birthday: July 10th 1995
Home in the Mortal Realm: Ohio, America

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Personality

Personality:
A scaredy-cat of anything that scurries about in the dark, as well as a lover of bathing and keeping clean, Bodil is a rather quirky character. She is untrusting and often hides her own true thoughts behind smiles and polite formalities, so as long as she is not backed into a corner. Once in that corner, she is as reckless as a wild and feral cat. Her streak of independence has two sides. On one side, she has the perseverance and drive to do what needs to be done, being self-sufficient and not needing to depend on other people for the material and physical things in life. On the other hand, she depends on people for emotional support and encouragement. Without much support as she was growing up, she guards her freedoms well and often becomes defensive when she feels there is a threat at them being taken away. But she is not weak. Never weak. Her body may be thin and petite, but she will lie, steal and cheat to survive. Don't let her dollish face and doe-eyed look of sorrow fool you, she is not one to be underestimated.

Yet beneath all that feral-cat defensive attitude lies someone with a tender spot for those who suffer in similar way to her. Bodil is rather intuitive and observant of other people, especially when she sees them in herself. Her soft-spoken whispers of sincerity are more often spent in comforting those worse off than she is. For there is always someone who has it worse, is there not? She loves the beauty that even the harshest land try to hide, and she really enjoys reading detailed and decorative, even fanciful novels. Rather poetic in her small naive moments, she hides gentle tenderness behind her walled armor of biting thorns.

A complex, fragile, unpredictable and temperamental creature, Bodil needs constant support and encouragement, more then most others, and needs to be needed. Even when all needs are satisfied, she can still be irritable and cranky. She just has an uneasy, delicate temperament. Her contradictory nature of gives her temperament the wild mood swings and possible temper tantrums of a child at times. Easily offended, she will sulk and wallow in self pity for a long time when her pride gets hurt. But once Bodil resolves her shyness or insecurity, her powerful character will shine though, and once that happens there is practically nothing she can't do. She has an incredible perseverance and will stand up for what she believes in. Even if her adversaries are stronger, smarter and more powerful than her.

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Fears:
- Being up too high or in absolute darkness
- Large growling human-like beasts (childhood fear)
- Burning alive
Likes:
+ the smell of baking
+ running
+ pale airy colors
+ the feel of pure linen
+ bathing, swimming, wading, floating
Dislikes:
- getting sunburnt or cold
- getting drunk
- being hungry, sweaty or dirty
- Mice, large bugs, spiders, barking dogs, and heights
- black eyed peas, water chestnuts and the texture of nuts and seeds
Other: She has a habit of biting the inside of her cheek and lip, as well as biting her nails when stressed.

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Appearance

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 121 lb
Eye Color: Dark faded green
Hair Color & Style: Deep dark brown, cut into a short bob with bangs.
Build: A pear shaped body that has little meat on it, she is a sparrow-light looking thing.
Skin Tone: Creamy white and very pale
Style:
In the modern word she favored light airy colors, mostly pastels, in the summer and spring. She enjoyed her dollish gentle style for the sunny days, and then her faded out colors mixed with grey clothing during the colder days. While a big fan of knee length floral dresses and skirts for warm weather, as well as colored jean shorts, colored jean pants are what she has for the colder days. A collector of vintage looking sweaters, she is all about layers in Ohio's chilly weather, favoring her thrift shop faux fur boots and coat that go with any sweater. And don't forget the thermal underwear and gloves. A thin waif like her gets cold real easy.

Other: Her ears are pierced, but she hardly every wears earrings. Her hands are callused and she has small burns on them from cooking. Her knees are discolored from getting scabbed up too often from washing floors. She has a single tattoo in the middle of her back of a moon and two stars on either sides of its full figure.

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Skills

Skilled: She is very fast and agile, and really enjoys running since she can travel fast and run for long distances. With all that endurance and lean stamina, it all makes her a skilled swimmer as well. Well versed in cooking, she took a class in maintaining organic gardens and loves learning about edible plants.

General: Not very strong, she is actually much better at trapping and sneak attacks on her prey. Although she is a bit of scaredy-cat, she can usually hide her discomfort behind a smile which actually make her a pretty good actor. Rather observant, she sometimes picks up on useful information and learns a bit faster than the average human.

Unable: Lifting heavy armor or weapons? Bodil is not the girl you are looking for. Strength just isn't her strong suit. Need someone to check out that creepy old hut in the swamp? You better at least send someone tough with her, because she will be shaking in her boots behind her plastered grin. This girl jumps at the scurrying of mice and beetles.

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History

Who were you:
Bodil comes from a Mennonite cult familial background, but she broke away from it at the age of sixteen. And the break was bad, as running away from home often is. While she learned a good deal about how to be independent, she didn't agree with a lot of the harsh religious teachings. With a love for reading and learning, as well as cooking, she found a boarding home with a woman who was formerly Amish. Her landlady was able to help connect her with the modern world by not only teaching her many of the lessons she missed out on in school, but also how to survive in the technological-dependent world around her. Working in kitchen and finally building her way up to her first college night classes, Bodil felt like her life was finally on the right track.

Then her elder brother and father found her. They constantly got in the way at her work and hounded her when she was trying to go to class. They even followed her to her boarding house and harassed her landlady to try to get to her. Not knowing why the elder men in her family were so desperate for her to return after she should have been shunned, Bodil made a wish. A terrible, awful, selfish wish...

Family:
Mary Beara (mother)
Judas Beara (father)
Bartholomew Beara (brother)
Beatrice Beara (sister)
Benjamin Beara (brother)
Other assorted relatives throughout country side

How did you fall into Fae hands:
...Bodil's wish was that her brother and father would just leave her alone forever. Hearing such a wish by chance, one of the Faefolk slipped through her window, the New Moon shedding no light on the darkness this particular creature held. As beautiful as one of the angels she had dreamt about as a child, Bodil pleaded to the ethereal creature. All she wanted was to live her life peacefully cooking and gardening. So the Fae smiled down at her and granted her wish. The Fae stole her away from the mortal modern world to live and work doing just what she had always said she wanted to do: cook and garden. Cruelly twisting the wish, to the Fae's own delight, this made Bodil little more than an indentured-servant, working as a scullery maid till she repaid the heavy price her wish had cost her.

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Current

Court/Faction: UnSeelie
What do you plan to do about your situation: Bodil is very good at running and very good at lying, so of course she plans on escaping her current situation. And she will do it the good ole fashion way: sneak out after forming a solid plan.

Possessions:
*Modern realm clothing: a locket pendant on a leather strip around her neck, a patched and worn faux fur and hide coat, robin's egg blue sweater, white button up long sleeve linen blouse, thick grey jeans, grey-blue thermal underwear, white cotton bra and undies, thermal pastel blue socks, faux fur soled leather boots
*Pale Backpack Purse: chapstick, free pack of tissues, hair pins, compact mirror and concealer, three shades of pink lipstick, prepaid Wallart-mart cellphone, dollar store headphones, three scraps of paper with random notes written on them, a half-eaten pack of TicRTacs, a half used pad of note paper with notes about gardening and cooking written on them, two coupons to Chubway for tuna 6" sandwiches, a small faux leather pouch of colorful polished rocks that the landlady gave for good luck in studies, a pack of cinnamon flavored gum, a pair of thin gloves, two black ballpoint pens, a red pen, a thin yellow highlighter, a well chewed pencil with a soft pink eraser
*Thrift-store floral wallet: bank card, credit card, two twenties, two fives, four ones, three dollars in assorted coins, permit with photo ID, blood bank card with blood type, business card for a hairdresser, student ID

Thoughts on The Others

Relationships

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The Falcon, Falk, the Fall King
Relationship Details:
First impression:A regal, too-good-looking son of a jackleg, she thinks the less she has to do with him the better. How dare he pretend that he doesn't have slaves?! Anyone bought and sold when taken against their will is a slave. 'Indentured servant'! As if she would buy that!

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Seelie Queen-King
Relationship Details:
First impression: A regal and elegant creep, thristy for attention and compliments... Foolish and a possible immense danger. Not to be crossed or interacted with.

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The Hound, General Whatzhisname, Starts With a K
Relationship Details:
First impression: Apparently the one who she 'belongs' to and a real freaky beast man. Any sleeping should be done behind a locked door, cuz who knows what warriors of this land do when it gets dark! But the humiliation he will suffer when she escapes is going to be one of the highlights of her daydreams.

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Fox Beastman, YuYu Hunting Chu Yin
Relationship Details:
First impression:If she had a 'one free imprisonment' pass, she would smack it onto this guy. The first beast man of her nightmares that she saw in the flesh and the one who chased, tricked, herded, and hunted her. If she eve cooks him a meal, he better not eat it. It will be poisoned.

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The Frost queen Coward, Elsa
Relationship Details:
First impression: A woman who hides behind cold expressions and refuses the interactions of others, Bodil both admires and pities her. She can be strong and stoney, standing still, but she doesn't have the guts to run!

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Well Mannered Art boy, Yusuke
Relationship Details:
First impression: Polite, but too naive for his own good, how can he bow and pander to the fae?! She simply does not understand him, nor does she get how he can just go along with being kidnapped.

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Fox Branded, Vae Lynn
Relationship Details:
First impression: A stoic friend of the fox and Beastman, not to be trusted. The fae fight over her and Bodil wouldn't want to be caught dead in all that positive-fae-friendly attention.

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Lackwit girl, Melinda
Relationship Details:
First impression: A kid who is soft in the head. Not reliable, strong or wise, this kid is probably going to grow into a simple minded fae someday. Y'know, if turning fae is even possible or whatever.

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Freckled Kid, Erin
Relationship Details:
First impression: Just another kid. Will probably end up 'turning fae' someday, or something.

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Quiet Guy, Noah
Relationship Details:
First impression: Dunno, some guy who doesn't do much of anything. Probably in shock or something.

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Solglia Warbellows

The Far Traveling Dwarven War Cleric

Samhain Intrigues

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