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Author Topic: Hope Galoneth  (Read 2622 times)

Description: Black Widow. Green to Sapphire. Played by Dani.

Offline Hope Galoneth

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Hope Galoneth
« on: Dec 18, 15, 09:17:22 PM »
The Basics

Character Name: Hope Galoneth
Age:  35 (Born 158 PP)
Race: Dea al Mon
Caste: Black Widow
Birth Territory: Dea al Mon
Home Territory: Dea al Mon

Birthright Jewel: uncut Green
Offering Jewel: cut Sapphire

Role: Second in Command
Faction: Brood


Play By: Lauren WK
Distinguishing Features:



The Hope that was has been replaced, changed and forgotten. Hope before the Waste and the Brood was an intense woman, focused, determined to be as much like her father as she could be. In caste and Jewels she was his mirror but her heart was softer within, soft like her mother’s had been. As she’d never wanted for a child she grew spoiled by excellent tutors. Every day as a child she’d lived to impress her father or her mother.

One day she decided she was going to impress herself. It was as a youth, a teen, and she’d been training as an Apprentice Black Widow with one of the Coven women. Hope had found the drive within herself to be excellent, not only to impress her parents but because she loved the feeling of success. Her blood was powerful, the Green potent, and her mind was sharp, inherited from parents who’d ascended to the greatest of heights of Dea al Mon.

Hope was a whirlwind of power and determination. When her father Blade looked at her with approval though, she knew she was on the right path. That determination and drive hadn’t died when the old Hope died. The softness had though, the softness and the sanity she’d fully clung too.

She was reborn a daughter of the Brood and with that it had chipped away the edges of her sanity. No, that wasn’t right. She’d done that on purpose, so she could see the visions promised in the darkest of night.

The softness had been reborn with passion to save Dea al Mon, to see the Brood save the whole of the world. At night she heard the whispers of the glory promised to her, promised to her family if she could convince them to come home with her. There she would make them a new throne of glory where the Darkness spoke directly to her children.

Within her breast now beats a heart bound to another. Hope is determined to succeed like before but she is desperate for success now. Belief in her new Abyss, her new Mother, has made her into a frenzy of a woman. She’ll go without sleep searching visions for answer. She’ll forget to eat in the midst of her prayers.

  • The dirt and the loam. The Black Castle was made of earth but it wasn’t a place of dirt, a place of true forest. As a child she had loved the Castle but as an adult she saw just how perfect it was, how perfect it shouldn’t have been. Free to the world, Hope loves the feel of the chaos of the forest and just how truly dirty it is.
  • Prayers to the Darkness. Though the Priestesshood is lacking Hope feels a certain connection with the Darkness. She believes that Mother Night listens. Now though, she believes more than that, that Mother Night is there, just beyond her sight, beyond what her simple ears can hear.
  • Moving, working and action. Hope doesn’t much like to be still. Her former life was full of action, of study, or tasks to be done. In her new life she likes to keep moving as well, be it weaving of webs, searching the forest for recruits or even just pacing the length of camp. Her mind works best when she is in action.
  • Being treated like a child. She is young for the Children of the Wood but she is a highly skilled, Dark Jeweled Widow. Hope may not have the wisdom of years but she has seen suffering, has suffered the Waste and has been reborn. She is not some reckless girl child, she is an adult who has embraced her destiny.
  • The trappings of privilege. Having grown up as a girl who wanted for nothing, Hope has seen enough beautiful things in her life. The Black Castle was just one of those perfect, beautiful things. Gowns, glittering gems, gifts from friends, it was enough to drive her to simple things. Though she appreciates fine things she has tired of the endless dance for status through things.
  • Disappointing her Mother and Father. She loves her family with a true desperation and knowing that she has disappointed and saddened her family sits heavy with her. Hope wants to save them with desperation but she knows that her family is truly a stubborn sort. She hopes that if she works hard enough that one day they will join her willingly, having seen the glorious truth for themselves.
  • That she will not save her father and sisters. The Brood of the True Born as they call it is a blessing they are too blind to see. She loves her family and hopes that one day they will hear the voice like she does and be filled with the pure love of the darkness. The fear that she will not be in time, that they will be lost to Waste without being saved in time.
  • Outsiders in the Woods. Dea al Mon is a sacred land, a holy land. The Kindred were ages gone but the other races of the Realm were held back by magic. Hope knew her mother had considered opening a tunnel through the border and she’d spoken against it, added her voice to her father’s. In her bones she knows those from the outside don’t understand the Children or the Wood. In their recklessness the young races will destroy the rest of the Dea al Mon, she truly believes that.
  • That her Dark Mother will be destroyed. Much of Dea al Mon is looking for a way to cure the Waste but Hope knows that if they learned about the Darkness that slept below they would destroy it as well. The Dea al Mon are fighters and warriors and not the scholars she wished they’d be. There would be no hesitation to destroy what is their salvation.
Craft Strengths:
  • Visions in the Darkness. Though she is not a Priestess Hope truly looks through her visions as if Mother Night is speaking to her. She understands that some visions are just potential futures, but she also believes that Mother Night shows her those visions for a reason.
  • Tracking Craft. Her time with the Red Cloaks gave Hope time to practice the Craft. In the end she was a natural for the threads and weaving that she needed to track people and animals. Since joining the Brood of the True Born, her weaving and tracking has become almost her hallmark.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • Poisons. Though she has the natural poison of her body, Hope is relatively hopeless when it comes to mixing, identifying and working with the poisons. When she struggled as a child she gave up on the effort and focused on the weaving and the visions that came so naturally. Though her snaketooth is whole it is nowhere near as potent as it could be for a Widow of her age and Jewels.
  • Emotional Manipulation. The way Hope tried to form the Craft for emotional manipulation was obviously wrong, because it always backfired. If she tried to calm someone down, she made them angry and visa versa. It was safer in the end for Hope to just avoid using the Craft, for she always made a mess of things.
Life Story

MotherGale Galoneth, Purple Dusk to Opal Queen.
FatherBlade Amdir, Green to Sapphire Black Widow Warlord Prince.

Half Sisters:
Serene (90) Summer Sky to Purple Dusk Healer
Amber (87) Opal to Sapphire Queen
Lyric  (63) Purple Dusk to Green* Priestess
Trinity (60) Rose to Purple Dusk* Healer
Sienna  (58) Rose to Opal Healer
Cascade (53) Tiger Eye to Summer Sky Healer Queen
Cadence (53) Tiger Eye to Summer Sky Black Widow Queen
Bliss (49) Rose to Opal witch
Flare (42) Tiger Eye to Rose witch

Half Brother
  • Tempest Endar Summer Sky to Opal Warlord Prince

Full Sisters
  • Zephyr White to Tiger Eye Priestess
  • Saffron  Blood Opal to Red  Healer

*Subject to change if adopted.


Her childhood was blessed, one of the most blessed for the Children of the Forest. First daughter of the legendary Blade and tenth daughter of the fabled Gale Galoneth. They named her Hope because she was their Hope for the future. Though her story would make her name a new cry, a new hope for the future, she was a loved child.

Gale Galoneth was Queen of Dea al Mon when Hope was born. It was no fault of her mother’s that she was a busy woman. Even as a child she cherished each moment of private time with her beautiful mother. Blade, her father, he was around her much more. Even as a child it was hinted by her temperament that she may hold the caste of her father. Perhaps that was why he was more strict with her, more demanding.

When the Widow Tooth did appear there was a party to celebrate. Hope had felt like the center of the world as her mother had kissed her cheek and beamed at her with pride. Even Blade had smiled, indulgently, as if proud that his legacy wore not just the Green but was also a Widow. In many things she was her father’s mirror like that, the danger of the Widow but the softer edge of her mother in her blood.

Her father made certain though she was educated. He told her that it had been almost forbidden from him to even learn the Craft. In that way she felt even more pressure to perfect her skills. If she was truly to be the daughter of Blade and Gale, she could be nothing less than excellent.

Hope loved her Black Widow studies though. The women treated her like a girl, not the daughter of a Queen. The Coven was tight knit as well, supportive and inclusive of the new Green Jeweled daughter. They showed her life through new eyes, including the love of not just the spirit but of the body. In the Coven, a Widow was never lacking for lovers, be them men or women.

Her Offering of the Sapphire did not feel like a surprise. Blade had always been the man she’d respected most in her life. As his daughter she had competed with her sisters for his affection but still she had loved her younger sisters. She was the guide for Zephyr and Saffron, the wisdom of life that she’d never truly learned. Though she wanted to be the favorite of her father she’d never stopped loving her sisters. Even as a Red Cloak she’d come home to dote on her siblings.

Daughter of the Queen of Dea al Mon, she was readily accepted into the Coven when her service with the Red Cloaks was done. Though Hope had enjoyed the thrill of the fight, she’d loved her Craft more. Perhaps distantly she wanted to yet impress her father as well and being a warrior wouldn’t impress him, she wanted to be an excellent Widow.

And then, one day she stopped wanting that. One day she felt the Waste that had come to Dea al Mon in her bones. But the visions in her webs didn’t doom her to sickness if she was brave enough. If Hope could believe in a better path the webs promised her salvation. There was no chance to say good bye and she’d left merely a hastily scrawled note: “Mother, Father, sisters. I love you endlessly. -Hope”.

In the end she is not the Hope her parents believed her to be. She is Hope for the Brood of the True Born, she is Hope for a changed and new Dea al Mon.

Her sister Saffron tried to tell her that she had lost her connection to the Abyss, that she was a lost child, a lamb amidst the wolves ready for slaughter. She’d been shown a better path now, a holy path. Brood were not monsters, they were evolution, they were divinity. The Abyss wasn’t lost to her, for a new Mother had spoken to her.

And she had called her daughter.

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Her mind had been changing as she walked the halls of the Dark Forest. She’d come upon the dead, Red Cloaks whose bodies were given to the loam of the ground. Hope had needed something that wasn’t a nightgown so she’d stripped the Red Cloaks of their clothing. They had no reason to wear it anymore.

She kissed one honey brown head and wiped away the tear. The woman was gone and she wouldn’t be saved now. The scent of decomposition should have made her gag but it was just another cycle of the land, of life, of the heart of the Darkness.

With a little Craft she stitched together her new clothing, red leather that mixed with blood and dirt.

Your father looks for you, a whisper of the Darkness snaked around her mind.

She felt him before she saw him though. Her father had come, seeking to take the hand of his little girl and lead her home. Bare feet ran over the roots and leaves that had become part of her. She’d never been so attuned with the land as she ran towards her father, towards her sister who’d decided to risk the wrath of her new Mother.

She comes,. The vision of something grand and glorious, of a creature worthy of her dark Mother. Though she couldn’t feel the beast she felt it in the shivers of the ground. It was beautiful and glorious as it came into her view. Huge and chitinous, it felt like it was leaking Craft but no Jewels. The aberration was breathtaking and Hope reached forward to touch her, to feel her.

Go ahead, whispered her Darkness. Swiftly she climbed up as she heard his voice. It cut at her heart for her father was so blind, so mistaken. He wasn’t ready, not yet.

She stepped up the scales and went to saddle the beast as she spoke. “Go back to your Black Castle and your delusions.” Her voice was hard and unmoving. She had no intentions of returning to their gilded Castle. "I am already home."

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Player Name: Dani

Offline Dani

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Re: Hope Galoneth
« Reply #1 on: Dec 18, 15, 09:18:14 PM »
Using my Winsol Raffle BR Green (See here!). I wish to have a single descent to Sapphire with the +10 Descent. Thanks!
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Re: Hope Galoneth
« Reply #2 on: Dec 18, 15, 09:27:58 PM »
Per use of 2014 Winsol Raffle BR Green...

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Green birthright Jewel, and were gifted with a cut Sapphire Jewel at your offering.



...with +10 to power for single descent.  •  Discord: phinn#0798  •  Writer Tracker

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Re: Hope Galoneth
« Reply #3 on: Dec 18, 15, 09:37:53 PM »
Well. Now I need to make a character that's been a long time coming now...
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Re: Hope Galoneth
« Reply #4 on: Dec 24, 15, 11:50:12 AM »
Ready for Review.

Please note, I have purchased a Dark Jewel Ratio Slot for Hope.

Also, please wait to review Hope until Nicole has given her sign off. <3
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Re: Hope Galoneth
« Reply #5 on: Dec 24, 15, 02:27:28 PM »
I love her!!

She is amazing!

My inner Saffron is weeping.

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Re: Hope Galoneth
« Reply #6 on: Dec 28, 15, 10:48:54 AM »  •  Discord: phinn#0798  •  Writer Tracker