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"Oh yay. Social interactions. I just love being social with you fun people."
 _______________________________________________ Evelynn Ann Serenelight She/Her | 16 | White | 62 In | 105 Lbs _______________________________________________ Oracle _______________________________________________ Skills & Talents "I feel like I was meant to inherit this curse.." ___________________________________ [Quietly Polite] ⫻ Lynn is unfailingly polite. It is the kind of politeness that feels almost old-fashioned, as years of grief have taught her to speak gently, apologize quickly, and smooth over moments of conflict so that she never leaves a relationship with hateful words being the last thing she uttered. Her teachers have thought this was Lynn being the perfect student they all expected her to be, despite the hardship, yet this is just a mask that she forces herself to wear at all times. Classmates have often taken advantage of this kindness [Puzzle-Minded] ⫻ Lynn finds comfort in patterns, riddles, and things that have answers, and this takes the form of crossword puzzles, problem-solving apps, and anything that involves logic. These make sense in ways life no longer does. Where others see frustration, Lynn sees something she can untangle. It’s less about winning and more about the quiet relief of pieces clicking into place. [Lightweight] ⫻ Lynn has little experience with alcohol and absolutely no tolerance for it. Even small amounts leave her flushed, dizzy, and painfully aware of herself. The smell alone carries complicated memories she doesn’t like revisiting. Yet despite this she has developed a taste for it even at her young age. Her family is renowned for their ability to throw back shots, down beers, and consume until the very morning hours. It is only a matter of time before she can handle the amount her grandmother drinks and leaves out within her reach. [Sleepless Mornings] ⫻ Sleep is unreliable. Some nights she barely drifts off; others are crowded with uneasy dreams she can’t fully remember. Either way, when morning does arrive, it often arrives heavy and with inertia. Lynn relies on strong coffee to get that extra push each morning, and lately she has added in a Gatorade or two after the nights she drinks. [Guarded Heart] ⫻ Lynn is cautious with affection. Everyone she has truly loved has died, or is all the way on the other side of the country, back at her proper home. While she may be kind and quietly warm once someone earns her trust, it is an uphill battle to get there in the first place. Proper attention still can make her blush, yet genuine interest currently unsettles her far more than it excites. While it isn’t that she is against forming connections, it is just difficult to allow someone to get close after all that has happened. | Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "I just hope they don’t look at me" For someone who wishes nothing more than to disappear into the shadows, Lynn’s appearance is quite the contradiction. Her pale blonde hair falls in untidy waves, with uneven layers that look as though it was cut by her hand, in front of a vanity mirror, at two in the morning. Wispy bangs frame her face, though they never quite rest where she wants them, thus leading to a near-perpetually wind-swept, disheveled look. Her eyes are one of her striking features. They are defined by the dark eyeliner drawn with the practiced precision of one who has spent far too many hours with nothing but her tools, a mirror, and YouTube tutorials. This eyeliner is one of the few consistencies with her appearance, as the slow, steady process of tracing and filling is an area she has complete control over when life is anything but. The makeup gives her gaze an intensity that never quite matches her timid nature. Lynn does not mind if she can give herself a resting bitch face and keep the boys and girls at arm's length. Without the makeup, she looks softer and easier to read, and with she feels more in control of her space. Jewelry is a sparingly present detail, yet each piece she wears is chosen with deliberate intention. Around her neck, she has layered various necklaces, each one belonging to either her mother or sister, and she places a star-shaped pendant on top. According to her father, to whom it belonged, the pendant is the sigil of her family. All she does with it is twiddle it between her fingers when she gets anxious. A fake, small nose ring is often present over her left nostril. Like the eyeliner and the messy hair, this is used to make her look less approachable. For clothes, she tends to lean towards oversized jackets, dark tones, thrifted designs, and all paired with simple tops and cinched belts. Nothing is ever flashy or loud, but each piece helps her feel slightly less visible while still holding onto the fragments of her own identity. |
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"If I stay still enough, maybe the world will forget I'm here.
MAIN GOAL ⫻
Once upon a time, Lynn dreamed of greatness, success, and stability, but all she has experienced has been insignificance, failure, and a constant need for reinvention. Thus, her current goal is quieter, heavier, and far more fragile. All she wants in this world, in life, is for the pain of existence to stop noticing her. She wants to move through halls unseen, to exist without probing questions, or pitying looks, and above all else, without that awful pause people make when they learn what happened to her family. She wants to be gone, not physically, but in the social, emotional sense.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻
The pain of all she has endured has hallowed Lynn. She leans, perhaps unconsciously, towards a nihilistic viewpoint of life. It is not a dramatic or reckless view, but instead the muted and exhausted variant that seems ever more prevalent with people her age. She has the sense that meaning is a flimsy idea humanity made to make sense of the senseless. She views plans for today and tomorrow as some temporary thing subject to the whims of an uncaring universe that can, and will, take away everything at the drop of a dime without cause or meaning. It would take quite a lot of prodding to get her to reveal this, as being invisible to others means that you can’t quite give them ammunition to fire at you when they do notice your presence.
SECRETS ⫻
Lynn is responsible for the death of her family, or so she thinks. Before the accident that claimed their lives, she had a bitter fight with her mother. She did not want to go out to the woods that night. It was already late, she was tired, and she felt uneasy in the dark woods on a good day as is. She did not want to go; she did not want to have dinner at her family's friend's house, and her mother just did not get it. They both exchanged sharp blows with their words, yet the teenage anger that Lynn had brought to wield was quickly beaten down and broken by the unbridled, uncaring parent who was all too done with their children. They left fifteen minutes late, and then the crash followed.
Not a soul knows the true details of what happened before the crash, and as such, no one has blamed her or held her accountable for her actions that led to it. Yet all through Lynn’s mind, she has chained herself as the cause that led to the consequences of her actions with a merciless certainty.
SEXUALITY ⫻
Straightish. Lynn assumes she likes boys. That is the narrative she understands, the one that feels safest, simplest. Anything beyond that remains an option that she has neither explored nor considered exploring. At least yet.
FEARS ⫻
Lynn truly only has a few fears, and none of them are quite visible. While she fears the eventual questions every kid her ages asks, such as what do your parents do? She fears how a relationship can change when someone learns that you just went through a heavy loss. She also fears sleeping as her dreams can often blur into something too vivid. She has relived the accident more than once.
REPUTATION ⫻
The sad new girl. The quiet one. The outsider on the outside of social circles, without ever quite entering them. Lynn is easy to overlook, easier to misunderstand. Some students ignore her entirely. Others whisper. A few, lacking cruelty’s self-awareness, turn her grief into uncomfortable jokes. She has not been in Cornell long enough to become anything more defined than a body with a name.
FLAWS ⫻
Avoidance: Lynn retreats from discomfort rather than confronting it, whether that means dodging conversations, emotions, or conflict.
Emotional Suppression: She bottles feelings so tightly they emerge with a fiery explosion. This often presents as unexplained bouts of crying, fiery rage, and a burning hatred that can be impossible to put out.
Catastrophic Thinking: Her mind habitually leaps to worst-case outcomes, making even small uncertainties feel giant. This often leads to rumination and a spiral downward.
Self-Blame: Lynn internalizes guilt, accepting responsibility for things far beyond her control.
Social Withdrawal: Connection feels dangerous, leading her to isolate even when loneliness aches.
Once upon a time, Lynn dreamed of greatness, success, and stability, but all she has experienced has been insignificance, failure, and a constant need for reinvention. Thus, her current goal is quieter, heavier, and far more fragile. All she wants in this world, in life, is for the pain of existence to stop noticing her. She wants to move through halls unseen, to exist without probing questions, or pitying looks, and above all else, without that awful pause people make when they learn what happened to her family. She wants to be gone, not physically, but in the social, emotional sense.
PHILOSOPHY ⫻
The pain of all she has endured has hallowed Lynn. She leans, perhaps unconsciously, towards a nihilistic viewpoint of life. It is not a dramatic or reckless view, but instead the muted and exhausted variant that seems ever more prevalent with people her age. She has the sense that meaning is a flimsy idea humanity made to make sense of the senseless. She views plans for today and tomorrow as some temporary thing subject to the whims of an uncaring universe that can, and will, take away everything at the drop of a dime without cause or meaning. It would take quite a lot of prodding to get her to reveal this, as being invisible to others means that you can’t quite give them ammunition to fire at you when they do notice your presence.
SECRETS ⫻
Lynn is responsible for the death of her family, or so she thinks. Before the accident that claimed their lives, she had a bitter fight with her mother. She did not want to go out to the woods that night. It was already late, she was tired, and she felt uneasy in the dark woods on a good day as is. She did not want to go; she did not want to have dinner at her family's friend's house, and her mother just did not get it. They both exchanged sharp blows with their words, yet the teenage anger that Lynn had brought to wield was quickly beaten down and broken by the unbridled, uncaring parent who was all too done with their children. They left fifteen minutes late, and then the crash followed.
Not a soul knows the true details of what happened before the crash, and as such, no one has blamed her or held her accountable for her actions that led to it. Yet all through Lynn’s mind, she has chained herself as the cause that led to the consequences of her actions with a merciless certainty.
SEXUALITY ⫻
Straightish. Lynn assumes she likes boys. That is the narrative she understands, the one that feels safest, simplest. Anything beyond that remains an option that she has neither explored nor considered exploring. At least yet.
FEARS ⫻
Lynn truly only has a few fears, and none of them are quite visible. While she fears the eventual questions every kid her ages asks, such as what do your parents do? She fears how a relationship can change when someone learns that you just went through a heavy loss. She also fears sleeping as her dreams can often blur into something too vivid. She has relived the accident more than once.
REPUTATION ⫻
The sad new girl. The quiet one. The outsider on the outside of social circles, without ever quite entering them. Lynn is easy to overlook, easier to misunderstand. Some students ignore her entirely. Others whisper. A few, lacking cruelty’s self-awareness, turn her grief into uncomfortable jokes. She has not been in Cornell long enough to become anything more defined than a body with a name.
FLAWS ⫻
Avoidance: Lynn retreats from discomfort rather than confronting it, whether that means dodging conversations, emotions, or conflict.
Emotional Suppression: She bottles feelings so tightly they emerge with a fiery explosion. This often presents as unexplained bouts of crying, fiery rage, and a burning hatred that can be impossible to put out.
Catastrophic Thinking: Her mind habitually leaps to worst-case outcomes, making even small uncertainties feel giant. This often leads to rumination and a spiral downward.
Self-Blame: Lynn internalizes guilt, accepting responsibility for things far beyond her control.
Social Withdrawal: Connection feels dangerous, leading her to isolate even when loneliness aches.
Backstory
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"If I could only rewind time, what a treat that would be."
For the Serenlight family, loss has been a persistent stain that has clung to the name like a genetic disorder rather than fate. Even from a young age, she can remember how her parents spoke of her father's siblings, parents, cousins, aunts, and uncles in an increasingly past tense. Often this took the form of a health complication arriving when least expected, an accident that seemingly came out of nowhere, or even violent encounters in places that should have been safe. Thus, in the town they called home, the Serenlight name has often carried sympathy in most circles, and a visible discomfort in others. Despite the chaos of death, in disregard for the cruel hand that fate often delivered, Lynn’s family raged against this seemingly inevitable fate to build a gentle, kind, and loving start to their lives. Lynn remembers the warmth her youth had, the joy she experienced, and the happiness that was all too present.
Growing up in Oregon, in the harbor town of St. Portwell, Lynn remembers the seagulls that shouted so loudly above her head when they went to the beach, and the smell of salt that grew stronger the closer you got. Lynn remembers how the rainy season was more of a cleansing time, rather than the dull grey it ended on, and she fondly recalls the countless nights spent at the Halloween festival, and she still has all the stupid photos that she forced her parents to spend far too much money on so she could always remember her costumes and the nights they enabled. The art district was her mother's favorite place, and the two would often spend their lazy afternoons after school was out browsing and admiring the effort and talent on full display in the city. Her father, meanwhile, often took her and her siblings out to the piers with fishing rods in hand early in the mornings, and the group would work together in silence to catch a small haul. The goal was never to catch the fish; however, it was just a way for this family to spend time together every chance they got.
In school, she was not entirely popular, but she was never disliked. She was often labeled a teachers pet as she had a love of being the one to answer questions. Thus, it was no surprise that she joined the debate team as soon as she entered high school. With her talent and smarts, the school placed on the podium those two years she helmed the ship. She also had a love of music and quickly found a second home on the marching band's field with her trombone. Life was good for quite a long while here, and then the fracture came that broke it all apart.
Her father was friends with many people, and as such, her family would often be invited over for dinner. On the night in question, they were to drive almost an hour out of town into the woods to visit a close family friend. The problem was that Lynn did not want to go. In her mind, this was a punishment that felt like it was neither deserved or appropriate. All she had done earlier that day was ask if she could go hang out with her best friend, and her mom snapped and said that they already had plans. A bitter argument started, stopped, and started again. It was little more than a simple misread of emotions, combined with a teenager's anger and angst, yet the result was that their family left their house almost thirty minutes later than anticipated. And no sooner after they left the city proper did she see headlights, hear the squeal of brakes, the sound of metal crushing, and then silence when there should have been voices. The crash had stolen her parents and siblings in a single, vicious moment, leaving Lynn alone, dangling upside down in the car, with nary a scratch or bruise to show for it. She was taken to the hospital and stayed for a couple of days with a concussion, and then she was placed into an emergency foster home as the authorities tried to figure out where she went next. While this took place, she went to therapy several times a week, and progress was slow.
A few months later, she was shipped across the country to Cornell, Pennsylvania. They had gotten in contact with her last living relative, her mother's mother, and she was welcomed into her home with open arms and with true love. While it was cleaned up for the inspections, by the third night living with her grandmother, Lynn could tell that her mother's death was as hard on her grandmother as it was on her. Alcohol became a constant sight, as her mother was an only child; this meant that her grandmother had also lost almost all her living relatives, all save for Lynn. It has been two weeks since she arrived, and Lynn has yet to ask for a return to therapy. While it was starting to be helpful, the words remained stuck in her throat. Part of her yearns to be free of this burden, while another tries to convince her that she does not deserve peace after what she caused. Instead, she started school in an unfamiliar place filled with unfamiliar faces, and as she drifts through the unfamiliar halls, carrying the memories of a brighter life that has all been lost.
Tonight offers the chance for something more. A stranger texted her, inviting her to have some fun at a party at a warehouse. While she does not know who the sender was, she is willing to put herself out there as a sort of first step to getting better.
Growing up in Oregon, in the harbor town of St. Portwell, Lynn remembers the seagulls that shouted so loudly above her head when they went to the beach, and the smell of salt that grew stronger the closer you got. Lynn remembers how the rainy season was more of a cleansing time, rather than the dull grey it ended on, and she fondly recalls the countless nights spent at the Halloween festival, and she still has all the stupid photos that she forced her parents to spend far too much money on so she could always remember her costumes and the nights they enabled. The art district was her mother's favorite place, and the two would often spend their lazy afternoons after school was out browsing and admiring the effort and talent on full display in the city. Her father, meanwhile, often took her and her siblings out to the piers with fishing rods in hand early in the mornings, and the group would work together in silence to catch a small haul. The goal was never to catch the fish; however, it was just a way for this family to spend time together every chance they got.
In school, she was not entirely popular, but she was never disliked. She was often labeled a teachers pet as she had a love of being the one to answer questions. Thus, it was no surprise that she joined the debate team as soon as she entered high school. With her talent and smarts, the school placed on the podium those two years she helmed the ship. She also had a love of music and quickly found a second home on the marching band's field with her trombone. Life was good for quite a long while here, and then the fracture came that broke it all apart.
Her father was friends with many people, and as such, her family would often be invited over for dinner. On the night in question, they were to drive almost an hour out of town into the woods to visit a close family friend. The problem was that Lynn did not want to go. In her mind, this was a punishment that felt like it was neither deserved or appropriate. All she had done earlier that day was ask if she could go hang out with her best friend, and her mom snapped and said that they already had plans. A bitter argument started, stopped, and started again. It was little more than a simple misread of emotions, combined with a teenager's anger and angst, yet the result was that their family left their house almost thirty minutes later than anticipated. And no sooner after they left the city proper did she see headlights, hear the squeal of brakes, the sound of metal crushing, and then silence when there should have been voices. The crash had stolen her parents and siblings in a single, vicious moment, leaving Lynn alone, dangling upside down in the car, with nary a scratch or bruise to show for it. She was taken to the hospital and stayed for a couple of days with a concussion, and then she was placed into an emergency foster home as the authorities tried to figure out where she went next. While this took place, she went to therapy several times a week, and progress was slow.
A few months later, she was shipped across the country to Cornell, Pennsylvania. They had gotten in contact with her last living relative, her mother's mother, and she was welcomed into her home with open arms and with true love. While it was cleaned up for the inspections, by the third night living with her grandmother, Lynn could tell that her mother's death was as hard on her grandmother as it was on her. Alcohol became a constant sight, as her mother was an only child; this meant that her grandmother had also lost almost all her living relatives, all save for Lynn. It has been two weeks since she arrived, and Lynn has yet to ask for a return to therapy. While it was starting to be helpful, the words remained stuck in her throat. Part of her yearns to be free of this burden, while another tries to convince her that she does not deserve peace after what she caused. Instead, she started school in an unfamiliar place filled with unfamiliar faces, and as she drifts through the unfamiliar halls, carrying the memories of a brighter life that has all been lost.
Tonight offers the chance for something more. A stranger texted her, inviting her to have some fun at a party at a warehouse. While she does not know who the sender was, she is willing to put herself out there as a sort of first step to getting better.
Abstraction
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"I don’t know how to describe it other than confusing. Things that can, will, and won’t happen all presented as absolute truth."
TYPE ⫻ Abstraction-Granting Curse
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Foresight - Evelynn can pull on her magic to see the possible futures ahead of her, yet she is beset by misfortune in the present.
THE GIFT OF FORESIGHT ⫻ Across the multiverse, certain truths do not bend. The Hound will eventually claim all adepts, monsters lurk in the shadows, and magic only brings conflict to mortals. The Serenelight bloodline is one such constant. No matter the world, no matter the version, those born into that name can awaken the Gift and Foresight and gain the Curse of Misfortune. Not all Serenlights will gain the visions, yet every one of them will experience misfortune. While it has been hard, the blood always seems to survive the misfortune long enough to pass on the curse, and potential gift, to the next generation. Typically, this gift can be awakened during times of intense emotional distress or during chaotic situations. Lynn came the very night the fabric of reality was torn asunder, and she was left defenseless during the resulting carnage.
When she activates her magic, her eyes turn a vibrant jade green. Her body becomes completely motionless, her breathing slows, and her body becomes rigid. In an instant, she is brought to the possible futures. For her, the possible future manifests as a living structure within her perception. It is a vast, branching tree of possibility where the present is the trunk, the roots are the countless paths that led to this exact moment, and above her stretches the canopy, presenting as an ever-multiplying chaotic mess of branches and leaves that are of futures yet to be decided. From here, she can activate her magic again to view a possibility and the outcome by metaphorically grabbing a branch. This is a place apart from our reality. Thus, Lynn has simply begun to call this place The Garden. While the horizon seems to stretch as far as the eye can see she can move nowhere but closer to the tree. If she tries to walk away, no matter how far or how fast she runs, nor how much the ground beneath her changes, she will move not an inch away in reality. She has a strong intuition that directs her to grab specific branches. While this intuition gets her close, she has no idea which one is the true future. This intuition manifest by bringing branches closer to the ground within reach of her arms. When she touches the branch, she witnesses the events as they happen from the moment she entered The Garden.
That’s because within these branch she witnesses possibilities. On one hand, she can quickly dart to the future and see if walking down a street is safe. The buildup to the present has already happened, so something so soon will only have one branch, or a few, branches she can reach. Thus, her ability to discern the future is relatively easy for things about to happen. But the tree does not offer clarity freely. As soon as she aims to see what will happen, fifteen, ten, even five minutes in the future becomes as much as guessing game as trying to win a game of cards. True futures will twist together with false ones, and each branch can split again with every variable. Her decisions, others’ decisions, random chance, invisible interference, the hand of god, and a million, million different possible ways to interfere with what the truth is. The sheer volume is dizzying as each vision becomes more of a ‘could be’ versus the certainty that the immediate future offers.
Interpretation thus is everything, and her interpretation is imperfect. There will only ever be one true future, and often this is hidden in what she sees. Even if everything does not play out exactly as she has seen it, when you have as many variables in play that can affect the future eventually they all can tend to agree on the direction they want to travel as they grow.
When she is in the possible future and in front of the tree, time moves differently for her. She can view tens of possibilities in the time it would take to speak a sentence. As well, she can remember the possibilities with a peculiar clarity, able to recite what she saw with an often ominous delivery.
THE CURSE OF MISFORTUNE ⫻ While the Gift of Foresight is a strong, if unreliable, ability, it comes with a high cost. Evelynn is burdened by the Curse of Misfortune. The Gift of Misfortune is either a cosmic balancing force thrust on her bloodline to limit the spread of the seers, or just a natural affect when one views things that are yet to come. Either way, Evelynn is cursed by misfortune. Misfortune comes at the bloodline in many forms. Sometimes, a child is born with a rare, genetic defect that they simply lucked out on when they acquired it. Other times, a falling object will adjust its trajectory to land on them when it would have landed safely away. And death is always lurking one step behind them, ready to send a drunk driver their way, or cause the foundation to fail from underneath them, or cause a normally safe weapon to discharge when pointed in their direction, and so on.
The Curse of Misfortune has claimed almost every last Serenelight throughout their family's existence. It is not something that can be dismissed with a cleansing spell, or protected against, or warded away. It is simply a fact of life for this bloodline. Even before reality was torn asunder, this part of their universal constant hunted them, without giving them their foresight. Which ancient did this family piss off to earn such disdain? Or is this the price of entry to The Garden, one that has to be paid in advance and every day after admission?
LIMITS ⫻
Lynn never sees the future as a certainty, only the possibilities that stretch as far as they do tall. The visions show what might happen, not what will. False futures can appear just as vivid as truthful ones, forcing her to guess which branches hold the weight of truth.
The further she peers, the longer she must remain trapped in her trance-like state, leaving her physically vulnerable. As well, extended use fractures her focus, blurring the boundary between vision and reality, present and possibility.
WEAKNESSES ⫻
ABSTRACTION ⫻ Foresight - Evelynn can pull on her magic to see the possible futures ahead of her, yet she is beset by misfortune in the present.
THE GIFT OF FORESIGHT ⫻ Across the multiverse, certain truths do not bend. The Hound will eventually claim all adepts, monsters lurk in the shadows, and magic only brings conflict to mortals. The Serenelight bloodline is one such constant. No matter the world, no matter the version, those born into that name can awaken the Gift and Foresight and gain the Curse of Misfortune. Not all Serenlights will gain the visions, yet every one of them will experience misfortune. While it has been hard, the blood always seems to survive the misfortune long enough to pass on the curse, and potential gift, to the next generation. Typically, this gift can be awakened during times of intense emotional distress or during chaotic situations. Lynn came the very night the fabric of reality was torn asunder, and she was left defenseless during the resulting carnage.
When she activates her magic, her eyes turn a vibrant jade green. Her body becomes completely motionless, her breathing slows, and her body becomes rigid. In an instant, she is brought to the possible futures. For her, the possible future manifests as a living structure within her perception. It is a vast, branching tree of possibility where the present is the trunk, the roots are the countless paths that led to this exact moment, and above her stretches the canopy, presenting as an ever-multiplying chaotic mess of branches and leaves that are of futures yet to be decided. From here, she can activate her magic again to view a possibility and the outcome by metaphorically grabbing a branch. This is a place apart from our reality. Thus, Lynn has simply begun to call this place The Garden. While the horizon seems to stretch as far as the eye can see she can move nowhere but closer to the tree. If she tries to walk away, no matter how far or how fast she runs, nor how much the ground beneath her changes, she will move not an inch away in reality. She has a strong intuition that directs her to grab specific branches. While this intuition gets her close, she has no idea which one is the true future. This intuition manifest by bringing branches closer to the ground within reach of her arms. When she touches the branch, she witnesses the events as they happen from the moment she entered The Garden.
That’s because within these branch she witnesses possibilities. On one hand, she can quickly dart to the future and see if walking down a street is safe. The buildup to the present has already happened, so something so soon will only have one branch, or a few, branches she can reach. Thus, her ability to discern the future is relatively easy for things about to happen. But the tree does not offer clarity freely. As soon as she aims to see what will happen, fifteen, ten, even five minutes in the future becomes as much as guessing game as trying to win a game of cards. True futures will twist together with false ones, and each branch can split again with every variable. Her decisions, others’ decisions, random chance, invisible interference, the hand of god, and a million, million different possible ways to interfere with what the truth is. The sheer volume is dizzying as each vision becomes more of a ‘could be’ versus the certainty that the immediate future offers.
Interpretation thus is everything, and her interpretation is imperfect. There will only ever be one true future, and often this is hidden in what she sees. Even if everything does not play out exactly as she has seen it, when you have as many variables in play that can affect the future eventually they all can tend to agree on the direction they want to travel as they grow.
When she is in the possible future and in front of the tree, time moves differently for her. She can view tens of possibilities in the time it would take to speak a sentence. As well, she can remember the possibilities with a peculiar clarity, able to recite what she saw with an often ominous delivery.
THE CURSE OF MISFORTUNE ⫻ While the Gift of Foresight is a strong, if unreliable, ability, it comes with a high cost. Evelynn is burdened by the Curse of Misfortune. The Gift of Misfortune is either a cosmic balancing force thrust on her bloodline to limit the spread of the seers, or just a natural affect when one views things that are yet to come. Either way, Evelynn is cursed by misfortune. Misfortune comes at the bloodline in many forms. Sometimes, a child is born with a rare, genetic defect that they simply lucked out on when they acquired it. Other times, a falling object will adjust its trajectory to land on them when it would have landed safely away. And death is always lurking one step behind them, ready to send a drunk driver their way, or cause the foundation to fail from underneath them, or cause a normally safe weapon to discharge when pointed in their direction, and so on.
The Curse of Misfortune has claimed almost every last Serenelight throughout their family's existence. It is not something that can be dismissed with a cleansing spell, or protected against, or warded away. It is simply a fact of life for this bloodline. Even before reality was torn asunder, this part of their universal constant hunted them, without giving them their foresight. Which ancient did this family piss off to earn such disdain? Or is this the price of entry to The Garden, one that has to be paid in advance and every day after admission?
LIMITS ⫻
Lynn never sees the future as a certainty, only the possibilities that stretch as far as they do tall. The visions show what might happen, not what will. False futures can appear just as vivid as truthful ones, forcing her to guess which branches hold the weight of truth.
The further she peers, the longer she must remain trapped in her trance-like state, leaving her physically vulnerable. As well, extended use fractures her focus, blurring the boundary between vision and reality, present and possibility.
WEAKNESSES ⫻
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"Even with this power, I still can't win the lottery."
Lynn always has a pack of high-quality treats in her purse or otherwise on her body. She will not share..
