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Author Topic: Caoilainn White  (Read 4173 times)

Description: Black Widow, Summer Sky to Blood Opal. Played by Vivian

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Caoilainn White
« on: Nov 01, 12, 06:37:27 PM »
The Basics

Character Name:  Caoilainn (pronounced Kaylin) White.
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Age:  28 (161 AP).
Race:  Short-lived.
Caste:  Black Widow.
Birth Territory:  Scelt, Kaeleer.
Home Territory:  Scelt, Kaeleer.

Birthright Jewel:  Uncut Summersky.
Offering Jewel:  Uncut Blood Opal.
Appearance


Play By:  Cintia Dicker.
Distinguishing Features:
Red hair is hardly uncommon in Scelt, but Caoilainn possesses all the rare and quintessential Scelt traits with her broad forehead and defined bone structure; if she were to travel to any other territory, she would be hard pressed to hide her heritage without the help of illusion webs.  Of the rose & cream complexion, she freckles very easily under any exposure to sun and her eyes are a sweet blue.

She does not look like what a Black Widow is often made out to be - sexual, predatory, and dangerous.  Rather, Caoilainn has a gentle, expressive face and a fresh sort of prettiness that hasn't quite grown from youth to matured beauty.  It is the face she prefers, though she can wear sultriness and sexuality as easily as many of her caste.  Her mouth is quick to smile and laughter, and quicker still to mischievous smirking, but her eyes bely the truth.  A dreamer's eyes, a Widow's gaze, like a banked fire, holds heat aglow in sleeping embers.

Personality



Personality:
Where some cannot abide being a "pawn," Caoilainn understands that in the ever-shifting dance the Blood all partake in, she is a singular piece of a far larger story in a cast of characters that span the breadth of time itself.  Thus, the only has significance she has is that in relation to others around her; every action has a consequence and every debt incurred is paid, if one waits long enough on the expiration date.  As Court Seer, she embraces and welcomes the duties that come to define the shape and expectations of her role.  Her caste has long been distrusted and reviled in Scelt - the stories she has heard, the history that flows in her veins, is a relic of the violence and savagery visited upon her dead and gone Sisters from long ago.  Her own visions drive her to serve, beg her to try and lift a veil that never should have been dropped between Coven and land; it is a painfully sharp chapter that turns now and if this break, this step of the Blood dance, cannot be reconciled, then only chaos lies ahead.  Loreniel's actions in recent times give her hope and it is a hope she clings to even now.  The Blood Opal Jeweled Widow can no more walk away from the responsibilities her sight bestowed her with than she can keep herself from breathing.  She will do her part for her family, her Coven, her part in ushering in a new age for Scelt, where Black Widows are not the loathsome creatures they are painted to be; to be a Black Widow is to always be dangerous, apart, but that is the nature of Blood everywhere.  Nothing easy is worth having, unfortunately, and Caoilainn is ill at ease in a territory hostile and notoriously unkind to her Widows in spite of all her dreams and ideals. 

Scelt's Queen has inspired her though and that cannot be denied.  A Black Widow herself, Loreniel might just be capable of steering the treacherous waters that have filled the gap between Scelt and the Coven, though she lacks formal training in this caste.  Caoilainn sees the doubled casted Queen as the Darkness' answer to the rift that exists in their land and if it is not seized, such a chance will not come again, not in time to save her home from the judgement that will surely come to bear.  And she knows, as any who trained with the Coven does, precisely how much is owed to her and her Sisters, to the lives that have been wasted and spilled on stone and at pyre.  In the end, when the reckoning comes, debt and honor alike are poised to claim her and, as surely as the sun rises, her own reckoning awaits. 

Without a true family, she has been brought to feel she is only connected to people through the Coven for the last twelve years and the mercenaries who raised her; having spent her formative years with the Coven, it was the first time she had a sense of an established place to really call home.  Their teachings have been drilled into her and she has never forgotten how theirs were the only arms open to embrace her when her Snaketooth came. 

Their doctrine is one she knows inside and out, yet she respects and admires Loreniel.  Life at Court is not as terrible as she imagined and part of it is due to the people the Sapphire Queen fills her circles with and the other part based on her own merit.  In all ways, she strives to be competent, competitive not for the sake of winning and not at all in the frame of aggression, but as if she is continually trying to prove herself worthy of something.  There is no cattiness in her, but she is understandably sensitive about her caste and the shroud of instantaneous disdain it produces in the general public.  Slow to engage in personal confrontations, when her temper does surface it is ice cold and unapologetically so.  Not to be underestimated, for all that she prefers peace, Caoilainn is quick and wily in a fight, and will shamelessly use any advantage she has to win, if she must. 

Situations that might highlight her vulnerabilities are ones she holds at a distance, mulishly stubborn about dealing with them directly until she absolutely has to or until she feels she has gathered enough information to successfully push forward.  Needless to say, she is not a fan of rash decision making and takes pains to be well informed on everything and anything she considers part and parcel of her obligations.

Caoilainn is more than a touch envious of the strong sense of family that permeates Loreniel's life and Court, and equally stunned at the notion that she is becoming one of the cogs of that identity.  She never expected that her place as Court Seer might begin to fill her oldest void, but it has, and she knows not what to do with it.  Despite all her peculiarities (she is slow to try new things and is the last rush into an unknown scene, social or otherwise), she is starting to fit in with the confusing group at Court.   

Most of them do not and will not ever share the inimitable empathy that her Sisters have for one another, will never understand the pain and legacy that drives the Black Widows of Scelt, but the stablehands know her name and her favorite horses to ride.  The kitchen sends her morning cup of coffee to her rooms every day without her saying a word.  Some of the First Circle have even managed to uncover her playfulness and are getting too skilled at drawing out her less than mature side.  Caoilainn the Black Widow is mysterious and powerful and brews all sorts of poisons, yes, but the woman likes to flirt with anyone who is comfortable enough to allow it, male or female alike (she will call you sweetling and love and shower you with compliments and sincerely mean every word of it).  The woman loves to laugh and sit around with a glass of wine (or mug of ale) telling tall tales and sharing stories of all stripes, be they thrilling or humorous, romantic or tragic. 

It is a woman she is coming to like, to be proud of even.  Whether or not it is a woman she can afford to stay is another matter entirely.

Likes:
  • 1  Festivals:  These are her absolute favorite things.  For all that she spent the first half of her on the road and without a place to call home, festivals were things that happened everywhere, in every town or village.  And for the second half, despite the grim and dire histories the Coven was imparting on the next generation of Black Widows (a generation that grew smaller and smaller as the years went on), festivals were as much a part of her life there as they had been outside of it.  Bright, hopeful events that brought people together in celebration, they were times that filled even the hardest of faces with joy.  Caoilainn treasures what the festivals represented to the lives she has led.
  • 2  Storytelling:  As the only constant female in a traveling cadre of mainly men, she quickly found a place for herself with her fireside stories.  Piecing together all the different words and ideas in her head to paint compelling mysteries and adventures was a wondrously fun thing to do.  In the Coven, her quick wit and dazzling accounts (slightly embellished) of her life before had given her the opening she needed to the friendship and acceptance of her fellow adolescent Black Widows.
  • 3  Riding & Swimming:  Not the most outdoor-sy of women, Caoilainn's love for riding and swimming stem from necessity.  The years she spent with the mercenary company included quite a bit of riding and the few times they ever crossed large bodies of water created opportunities for her to learn how to swim (lest she ever fall overboard).  She enjoys the exercise of riding and swims mostly for leisure these days.
Dislikes:
  • 1  Isolation:  If it can be avoided, the Black Widow will take whatever steps she can do so.  She does not fare well under extended periods of isolation, having spent her entire life surrounded by people one way or another.  Part of the reason she likes serving as Loreniel's Court Seer so much is the constant hustle and bustle of the territory and people around her, preferring to feel connected and part of a community rather than dangling loose, fraying at the ends. 
  • 2  Failure:  While most do not enjoy the taste of failure, Caoilainn is vehemently set on getting things right the first time around and often blames herself when she doesn't.  The smallest of setbacks get beneath her skin and festers until she has proven to herself that she has conquered her perceived weakness.  As such she is less quick to try new things or throw herself in new and strange situations, preferring to stand aside and observe before making any decisions on how she should approach or act.
  • 3  Sleeping:  Plagued by occasional nightmares that occur every Harvest season that never last past morning, she delays sleep for as much as she can, limiting the amount of time devoted to resting to as little as she can functionally scrape by with.  The kitchen and the local merchants and suppliers know well her near addiction to coffee and java - it is an open secret at Court to never get between Caoilainn and her morning cup. 
Fears:
  • 1  Losing Her Place:  Caoilainn isn't the most talented of Black Widows nor is she the most powerful.  What she has to recommend her to her Sisters is her familial love for the Coven and her long standing reputation of gratitude for all they have done for her.  In Loreniel's Court, her credentials seem to fall flat even to her own ear: at the very least she is there and serving (which is more than many a Black Widow is amenable to doing) and Caoilainn is open to working towards a future in conjunction with a willing Queen, rather than against her.  Her heart is a conflicted battleground and when it comes time to choose between Coven or Queen, she isn't sure herself where her piece will fall. 
  • 2  Fire:  Half fascinated and wholly terrified, fire has always drawn her like little else.  Candle flame and witchfire might hold her dreamy gaze for long moments, but large bonfires have her flinching, darting in search of something else to do or focus on.  Deep in her repressed memories is this instinctual fear that has been magnified beyond the simple caution other children learn for fire and its bite.
  • 3  Her Past:  Having lost most of her childhood memories, Caoilainn has no desire to recover them and no desire to discover her true heritage.  She clings to the Coven as the only stable family she knows and is slowly growing in her role at Court beside Loreniel.  As a Black Widow, Caoilainn is intimately familiar with the mind's wounds and she knows better than anyone that the blanket amnesia of her earlier years is both a result of the fragile sense of self a young mind had yet to actualize and trauma the mind is still unready to face.  Why prod the slumbering dragon only to get scorched? 
Craft Strengths:
  • 1  Whimsy Craft:  It was her favorite craft to learn and practice as a girl and even now it is her strength.  In a company of mostly men, she was their laughter and their light and gave them something to tend to, to feel as if they were protecting something.  Where she once entertained herself with the exciting, and at times clumsy, extended displays of Whimsy Craft, it is an interest she has taken with her even into the weaving of her vision webs.  Spurred by her strong imagination and creative desires, it has led her to see in colors few do.   
  • 2  Interpreting Tangled Webs:  A decent hand at all the associated crafts of her caste, she is in no way lacking as a Black Widow, but where she shines is in the interpretation of her webs.  Caoilainn reads the overlays and intersections of her spidersilk like a master poet at work and though she is not often given to the call of a vision web, when she is, her insights and abilities to unpack the images and messages hidden within is startling.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • 1  Mind Delving:  The poor woman has barely been able to figure herself out - she has not the tenacity or confidence to go mucking about in the mind of others.  It takes a strong sense of self and an unshakeable presence of mind to delve in the thoughts and mazes of another.  Caoilainn, with a piece of her own lifestory missing, has neither.
  • 2  Communication Craft:  Such basic craft and it would be unfair to say the witch is unable to perform it.  She is quite able.  But given the strength of her Jewels and the depth of the Abyss she stands in, by all reason Caoilainn should be able to stretch greater lengths than she is.  The only times she has demonstrated the expected reach one who wears the Blood Opal should be capable of are times of great distress.
Life Story

Family:
Mother:  A mystery  (Black Widow, Opal - Green, deceased).
Father:  Another mystery (Prince, White - Tiger Eye, deceased).
Siblings:  Oh my, look at all these mysteries!

Adopted Father:  Adair White, Prince, 49 (134 AP), Yellow to Summersky.
Adopted Sibling:  Torrence Gray, Warlord, 30 (157 AP), Summersky to Opal.

History:
It is hard to say why the unknown carries with it more terror than any monster exposed by sun or light, only that it is a truth instilled deep within Caoilainn's story. 

Her fear of the dark, barren patches in her own mind where the memories and images of her childhood used to grow is immense.  What the adult Black Widow knows not is the key held by her child-self, a small girl with hair too red and a face as full of spots as her head was full with fear and love.  Hair all the shades of orange and burnt gold, like a starving color flaring as hot and instant as a fire deep in the night, as a small cabin hidden and protected by vicious webs and the crooning voice of a Widow's song engulfed in a sea of flame, swimming around the remnants of a Green and Tiger Eye chrysalis.  A wooded tangle of shadow and leaves, of heavy steps like thunder and rain, hands rough sand and Summersky vines jewel-bright sweeping out across the charred wood.  A pearl of untouched skin and smoking witchling, hair a riotous wick of curls and eyes blindblueblind, smoldering vapors of shattered pieces as opaque as frosted glass. 

Arian Sleipnir - a ghost, a dark imprint across Scelt and its borders - bearing darker words of blood and death on their hands and reaping fruits of marks gold and otherwise from the gruesome fields they harvested.  Infamous in all the right circles for their skills and their successes, Adair White was their proud and fearless leader, an unapologetic blade that cut swathes through the tapestry of the land.  The calloused fingers that had pointed toward a humble home and carried flame and death into a place of family were the same ones that found her hours later in the ashes, the same ones that traced the curve of her cheek and gripped the fallen debris atop her small frame, flicking licks of Summersky at the mess of charred remains until only girl and Birthright remained, the uncut Jewel dim and grey in hands that had bled from how hard they'd convulsed around the unrefined edges.  Perhaps he should have killed her, but the slip of parchment in his pocket carried only the name of one woman, one Black Widow, and the directive to overcome any that would stand against their silent mission, but a child, barely the age of four, could no more stand against the mercenary forces of Arian Sleipnir than a sapling could withstand the gales of a village wrecking hurricane.

For a company of lonely, mostly transient men, she was one of the few constants in an ever-changing flock, a bird that somehow never took flight from the nest.  Adair was a rough man, but he too had days in his youth when he had been part of a clan, had served in the Second Circle of a Province Queen before feud and war ripped him from his home and left him drifting, jaded and unwilling to commit to a lifestyle that asked more of him than he was willing to give.  Having a girl child with them lightened a sombre troupe, gave lonely men without Clan or Queen the notion, the illusion of protecting and serving.  Adair named her Caoilainn and her presence alone transformed the brutal tasks they performed into a bearable lifestyle.  When she hit adolescence and bore the wicked mark of a Black Widow however, he knew that she had to be trained, for all that the caste was disconcerting and dangerous in Scelt.  They could not travel with a young Black Widow, untrained and unbridled.  The Coven was the only place left for her and though Caoilainn had no desire to leave the only family she had ever known, they left her to the mysterious and dark witches of the Hourglass.

Her time there was utterly different from anything she could have expected.  There she found a collective of women who were like her, who could understand her and her caste - there was no fear shadowing their eyes and no instinctive flinch.  They were a stable home for a girl who had spent all her life wandering, traveling, and their blatant embrace of her caste opened up an entirely new world to her.  She owed more than words could express to the Sisters who welcomed  her.

When she walked away from her Offering with a Blood Opal, there was both relief and disappointment in the Coven.  Caoilainn had demonstrated the potential for darker, but her own wounded mind, still suffering the trauma of her childhood, had kept her from diving as deep into the Abyss as the Darkness had called her to, where she clung desperately to the webs of Blood Opal, afraid of ripping open those old scars.  There had been plans for Caoilainn and some of them would have to be set aside, adjusted, to accommodate her Jewels. 

It was a rare night of dreams and vision that descended upon her shortly thereafter.  The puzzle of images and sounds that flooded her could have easily confused or muddled any other Black Widow, but to Caoilainn the near mythic cadence of the epic being spun deep in her psychic landscape was a clear and pointed message.  Change was coming.  And she could be a grain that would tip the scales away from war and bloodshed.

Within a week, Loreniel had taken her place as Territory Queen and Caoilainn was there at Court, offering her services to the Killian Queen as Court Seer.  For a Black Widow to rule Scelt was a huge leap and she could not bear to allow the double casted woman to go without the company and support of another Black Widow.  In spite of her fear of coming out into open society with her caste blatantly on display, Caoilainn knew that she could do no less for all the brave and innocent Widows that had been sacrificed for this defining chance to alter Scelt's fate.

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She didn't understand what Adair was saying.  There were many things that Caoilainn did not understand.  The Arian Sleipnir was her family, the people she had grown up with, and the roads she had learned to name as a child named imaginary friends.  Why should a - a Snaketooth, there, she'd said it, thought it - change what had been true all her life?  She knew she wasn't borne of his blood and flesh as a true daughter was, but he had saved her from wreckage and pulled her out of a collapsed building, he had raised her and fed her, had seen in her the terrifying emptiness of her own mind and help refill the blank repository with new memories and new feelings.  Why would she need to leave her family?  Had she done something wrong, was he punishing her?

"Ah, witchling, no, I'm not punishing you." 

Tears were bright in her eyes, but she stuck her chin out and stared straight at him, refusing to blink lest they fall.

"Then why are you sending me away?"

Adair took her small hand in his, easily eclipsing hers, and propped the strange black nail that had crystalized over the last month over his own fingers.  He traced the edge of it slowly, fearfully, but did not release her hand or her gaze.  The prince felt a burst of pride of the brave girl-child she had become, the defiant wick of a candle flame with her freckles innumerable and plentiful across her bold face. 

"Do you know what this is?"

He could see her jaw clenching, the mental firming of her stance, like she was getting ready to throw herself into a fight.  Well, she certainly had a mean right hook and a pair of legs that seemed to get in everyone's way whenever she wanted to trip someone, but Adair rarely saw her set her pose in quite this way; half defensive, yet ready to lash out given the first opportunity.  The Summersky girl allowed him to keep her hand, but the sudden rigidness of the bones there told him she was resisting whatever action her muscles begged her for with great perseverance. 

"You must go to the Coven, Caoilainn.  They are the only ones who can teach you to be what you are." 

Cornflower blue eyes shone as she lifted her face, closing her eyes to the sympathy in his, to the warmth of his hand big and calloused around hers.  Rain fell in her heart and clouds drifted in her gaze.  "A Black Widow," she whispered, "That's why I have to go, isn't it?"  Given all the traveling she had done at his side, she was hardly a naive sapling, unexposed and sheltered to the hardships of the world around her; how could she not know the deeply set terror and disdain Scelt held for her caste?  Still, Adair gripped her hand and brushed hair from her eyes, as if she were six again and barely reached his hips.  He was all the father she knew.  He had saved her life and nurtured her.  Could she hate him?

"Okay," Caoilainn opened her eyes slowly, blinking at him, "I'll go."

But she wove her fingers through his and told nothing but sad stories around the campfire that night.

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Re: Caoilainn White
« Reply #1 on: Nov 01, 12, 06:42:35 PM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

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

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Re: Caoilainn White
« Reply #2 on: Nov 01, 12, 06:44:43 PM »
Pretty.  <3
Thankyou kindly Jamie.

Can I also have two family rolls please?
ALSO woahhhhh my first non-Rose in play.
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« Reply #3 on: Nov 02, 12, 03:50:27 AM »
1. Summer Sky - Opal
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Re: Caoilainn White
« Reply #4 on: Nov 08, 12, 04:40:47 PM »
I'd actually like to reduce to SS-BO, please.  :)
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Re: Caoilainn White
« Reply #5 on: Nov 08, 12, 05:07:11 PM »

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Summer Sky birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Blood Opal Jewel at your offering.

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Re: Caoilainn White
« Reply #6 on: Nov 12, 12, 11:55:39 PM »
Ready for review!
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Re: Caoilainn White
« Reply #7 on: Nov 16, 12, 06:59:52 PM »

(posting Jamie's approval for her since it's a pain to do from her phone <3)
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