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MaeBName: The Authoress
Species: Human
Age: Biologically 16, but mentally? Well...time hasn't mattered to the Authoress since she came into existence.
Appearance: About 1.6 meters tall, with light brown hair that stops short above her shoulders. Usually wears a dark blue cardigan and a neutral expression.
Personality: She's emotionally-detached - that is, she is quite literally unable to feel most emotions. There is the occasional confusion or curiousity but they are, more often than not, severely diluted. She does hold an appreciation for stories, in every sense of the word.
History: As far as she can remember, she's always been 16. She holds no knowledge of her real name, her background, familial or otherwise, or even the dimension she originally came from. In her mind, she has no 'history' or 'future' - time becomes pointless when she can travel into any dimension, to any point in the timestream, whenever she wants. All she knows is that her job as the Embodiment of Restraint, is to maintain balance in the multiverse. Of course, she isn't against manipulating the flows of dimensions to her will - or "creating stories" as she calls them - and it helps that she has nearly every power in the universe.
How did you get here?: By casually popping in through the Randomer, of course.
Brief description of the world your character came from: The Authoress doesn't belong to any dimension in particular but that doesn't mean she's a wanderer. There is a plane of existence which resides somewhere in between dimensions, an infinite whitespace of sorts, a mirrored box with its surface area perpetually pulsing with a sort of mystical energy. Gateways or portals, as some call them, open up on the walls, the floors, and even the ceiling without any definite order to them; hence the name "Randomer". The Authoress is still in the process of studying the workings of that particular place but it has proven difficult even with her abilities. Because of this, she has theorised that it may not be a part of the multiverse, that perhaps the plane that it resides on allows it to exist as an entirely separate setting from the variety of realities of the multiverse. Whatever the case, it's the closest thing she has to a home.
Species: Human
Age: Biologically 16, but mentally? Well...time hasn't mattered to the Authoress since she came into existence.
Appearance: About 1.6 meters tall, with light brown hair that stops short above her shoulders. Usually wears a dark blue cardigan and a neutral expression.
Personality: She's emotionally-detached - that is, she is quite literally unable to feel most emotions. There is the occasional confusion or curiousity but they are, more often than not, severely diluted. She does hold an appreciation for stories, in every sense of the word.
History: As far as she can remember, she's always been 16. She holds no knowledge of her real name, her background, familial or otherwise, or even the dimension she originally came from. In her mind, she has no 'history' or 'future' - time becomes pointless when she can travel into any dimension, to any point in the timestream, whenever she wants. All she knows is that her job as the Embodiment of Restraint, is to maintain balance in the multiverse. Of course, she isn't against manipulating the flows of dimensions to her will - or "creating stories" as she calls them - and it helps that she has nearly every power in the universe.
How did you get here?: By casually popping in through the Randomer, of course.
Brief description of the world your character came from: The Authoress doesn't belong to any dimension in particular but that doesn't mean she's a wanderer. There is a plane of existence which resides somewhere in between dimensions, an infinite whitespace of sorts, a mirrored box with its surface area perpetually pulsing with a sort of mystical energy. Gateways or portals, as some call them, open up on the walls, the floors, and even the ceiling without any definite order to them; hence the name "Randomer". The Authoress is still in the process of studying the workings of that particular place but it has proven difficult even with her abilities. Because of this, she has theorised that it may not be a part of the multiverse, that perhaps the plane that it resides on allows it to exist as an entirely separate setting from the variety of realities of the multiverse. Whatever the case, it's the closest thing she has to a home.