Post by kellirogue on May 21, 2015 2:37:25 GMT
Character Name: Victoria Slate, but Vic to her friends. Victor when necessary.
Age: 22
Class: Wanderer. Vanilla mortal with magical object. Lost klepto.
High Concept: Social Chameleon
Victoria blends in to whatever environment she is in. Not only in respect for the culture but she has a coat that physically changes to fit in with the environment she is in. It’s not a camo coat but rather a shifting coat, many coats in one. It recognizes the patters of what the people are wearing and has the ability to change to fit in with them, like if people there wear bright colors it can switch to highlighter pink, or if people there wear mostly black it now has the ability to be black.
Trouble concept: ignorant bliss
Victoria doesn’t have much idea of anything that goes on outside of her sheltered Copperton life. She doesn’t know anything about the magical elements/creatures of the world, or even how tough life can be. Even though she has had to rough it a little in her life, it hasn’t been as bad as it could be. She’s always had a roof over her head and food to eat, granted not always by legal means, but she’s always been able to survive comfortably.
Background Concept:
For as long as she can remember she’s lived in Copperton. It's all she's ever known. She was raised in an orphanage, and mostly on her own. She basically raised herself. She’s tough because she’s had to take care of herself her whole life. Nobody has ever been there to do anything for her so she's had to do it herself. She wants to get out of her town, make something of her life beyond just surviving day to day. Her passion is learning. She spends her time at the library reading books about far off lands dreaming of visiting them one day. Europe is at the top of her list, but really she wants to see it all. She wants to go on an adventure because she gets bored quickly. She wants to see as much as she can.
Rising Conflict:
(hasn't happened yet)
The way these men were talking she could tell they knew more about the magical world she had just discovered. They talked in hushed voices, but Victoria was a keen observer. She didn’t hear everything since she was a waitress and wasn’t around for the whole conversation, and they quickly stopped talking when they saw her drawing near. They didn’t always see her coming though, as she was fairly small and very quiet. Her shift was about to end and this was her last table. When they paid she was free to leave. The more things she heard the more curious she was. These men had answers to questions she hadn’t fully formed yet. She began thinking about following them. They were clearly going on an adventure, and exploring the world. Everywhere she had read about was now at her fingertips. The more she thought about the possibility the more nervous she was. Victoria had never left Copperton before. Her whole life was here. Her friends. Her job. Everything. Following these strange men was a stupid decision, and she knew it. Every fiber of her being was telling her this was a bad decision. Her heart was telling her to go for it, but she couldn’t rationalize it in her head. It was incredibly irresponsible for her to do that, and probably extremely dangerous especially from the way these men were talking about their quest. The men had paid their bill, but continued to sit there talking. It was now or never. She knew this opportunity would never be presented again. She might get another chance at travel, but never with people who might be able to explain how her coat works and the magical world she didn’t know existed recently. She wrote a note to her boss just in case.
“Dear Lawrence,
Thank you for everything you’ve done for me while I worked here, but an opportunity too good to pass up has presented itself and I have no choice but to take it. I hope you understand. Good luck with the diner. Tell Elizabeth I no longer have need of the room she has been allowing me to use. She may donate what is left to the children in need.
Sincerely,
Victoria”
She handled the note many times debating if she should actually leave it for Lawrence to find. The party of strange men was gathering their coats and it was now or never. She reread the note one last time finally making the decision to follow them and hopefully join their quest. She knew it was a long shot, but she had to try. Even though it meant leaving everything she knew behind. She didn’t have many worldly possessions, and nothing of value sentimental or otherwise. Anything she really needed she already had on her. She told herself if it didn’t work out she could always come back to Copperton. As the men left the diner she quickly slipped out the door behind them without them ever noticing.
Story Concept:
It was a chilly night in early fall, just as the leaves were beginning to turn colors. The sky had been gray all day threatening to rain, yet had not. Victoria liked this weather the best because it kept people inside drinking cocoa by the fire and she was free to wander the streets alone with her thoughts. She loved the scent in the air as it was about to rain because it cleared her mind and refreshed her soul. This particular evening Victoria was unprepared for rainfall. She’d left her umbrella at the library, and was too far way now for it to be worth her going back for it. She decided she would carry on and get the umbrella when she went back tomorrow. She liked to break her routine, and as such took different ways home every day. Copperton wasn’t so big that she would be lost for long, but big enough that despite living in the town her whole life she did occasionally stumble across roads and houses that she’d never seen before.
On this night as she was wandering the streets the sky began to let loose the water it had been holding all day. At first it was just a few single droplets, nothing Victoria couldn’t handle, and then suddenly without warning it began to pour, harder than it had in ages. Victoria couldn’t take the torrential downpour anymore, and had to seek shelter. Through the sheets of rain she saw a house that she hadn’t seen before, but didn’t think anything of. Having lived in Copperton her entire life she knew just about everyone in town, or if she didn’t know them personally she knew someone who did. As she ran up the walk she noticed that the house didn’t look empty, yet felt like it was. It was an eerie feeling, but needing the shelter, she ignored it. Knocking on the door several times, to no response, she decided to try the handle. Surprisingly the door swung open, while this was a trusting community being a port city there were many strangers that walked the streets that kept the community on edge. Still Copperton was a close knit community, and if someone were to come home she could easily explain why she was inside.
With the door open she hesitantly poked her head inside and yelled, “Hello? Is anyone home?” She had thought that the house looked lived in at first glance, but upon further inspection it looked and felt vacant. There were things around that suggested the house was lived in, but the warmth of a house that was actually a home wasn’t there. It seemed like whoever had lived there had left in a hurry taking only the essentials and leaving everything else behind. She sat in the living room in an oversized chair hoping for the rain to let up, but it showed no signs of doing so. On the coat rack next to the door hung a black rain coat with shiny silver buttons. It appeared to be a woman’s coat, but Victoria tried not to notice. She’d gotten in trouble for borrowing things without permission before, alright stealing but she doesn’t like to phrase it that way. Having sat for the better part of an hour waiting for the storm to pass she decided to borrow the coat and go home. In the study she found a small pad of paper and a pen. She wrote the owner a note before leaving writing, “I took refuge from the storm in your home, as the door was unlocked and it was pouring something fierce. I have borrowed your black raincoat to go home, but I will bring it back to you tomorrow. –Victoria Slate” As she was leaving she took note of the address so that she could return the coat the next day on her way home.
The next morning she woke up early so she could maximize her time at the library researching far off places she hoped that she would get to see one day. Not many people ever left Copperton for good, but she believed she might one day join their ranks if she tried hard enough. She left the library just before they closed for the night so that she would have time to stop by the old house and return the borrowed coat. She was not excited at the thought of giving it back. The coat was beautiful, and just her size. It fit like it was tailored specifically to her body. She thought about keeping the coat, but remembered her note and how she’d signed it with her full name. If the owner wanted to they would be able to find her rather easily. As she wandered the streets to get back to the house she wondered about the owner of the coat. Who were they? Would they be mad that she had borrowed it? Did it not fit them anymore and they would just give her the coat? It didn’t hurt to dream, even though she knew that it wouldn’t likely happen. As she turned down the street she had written down she was shocked to see that the street was empty. Not just of cars or people but of anything. There were no houses on that street. Stunned she double checked the address just to make sure she was in the right place. She walked further down the street to where the house had been, but there was nothing to suggest that last night there was a house there. No rubble. No disturbed ground. Just an empty field with trees. Mystified she walked home with her gorgeous new coat.
A FEW DAYS LATER
The weather had warmed since the night Victoria had found the coat. Still chilly enough to require a light jacket, but nothing as heavy as the black rain coat. Sighing at the coat wishing she could wear it always she went down to get breakfast. When she returned to get dressed for the day the black rain coat with its silver buttons was gone. In its place was a light jacket just perfect for the day’s weather. Victoria was confused. She could have sworn that was where she had put the coat. And she was sure she didn’t own this new jacket. However, she was running late for work and didn’t have time to ponder the odd coat. She grabbed this new jacket and ran out the door.
Whilst she was working the weather turned much colder, and showing that winter was definitely on its way. Every time the door opened she could feel the cool breeze blowing in. Each time she felt the cold wind she felt a little more dread knowing that she would likely freeze on her way home. The light jacket that had been perfect this morning was no longer going to keep her very warm at these temperatures. When her shift was finally over she was sure that she was going to freeze on her way home so she found any excuse to stay inside for as long as possible. She was at the diner talking to coworkers for half an hour after her shift before she finally decided to give in and go home. She went to her locker to grab her things sighing at the thin coat she had brought with her. She sighed as she put in on knowing this jacket wouldn’t keep her warm on her long walk home. On her way out the door she called out goodbyes to her coworkers. As she opened the door she felt that first blast of cold air and shivered. This was going to be a long walk home. After a few minutes Victoria realized she wasn’t as cold as she expected. Confused by this she looked down at the coat and jumped backwards. The coat she was wearing was not the one she left the diner in. This coat was nice and warm. Like the other two coats this fit her perfectly. However there was no denying it this time. The coat, the very same coat she had gotten a few nights ago, had changed. It struck Victoria that the coat she had gained a few nights before was no ordinary coat. This coat was special. It could change to fit her needs. She would never need a new coat every again. This one coat would fulfill all of her needs. Logically it didn’t make any sense. It couldn’t be possible. Yet here it was. She’d seen it be three different coats, changing once on her body. She began to think that perhaps the world was more magical than she gave it credit for.
Age: 22
Class: Wanderer. Vanilla mortal with magical object. Lost klepto.
High Concept: Social Chameleon
Victoria blends in to whatever environment she is in. Not only in respect for the culture but she has a coat that physically changes to fit in with the environment she is in. It’s not a camo coat but rather a shifting coat, many coats in one. It recognizes the patters of what the people are wearing and has the ability to change to fit in with them, like if people there wear bright colors it can switch to highlighter pink, or if people there wear mostly black it now has the ability to be black.
Trouble concept: ignorant bliss
Victoria doesn’t have much idea of anything that goes on outside of her sheltered Copperton life. She doesn’t know anything about the magical elements/creatures of the world, or even how tough life can be. Even though she has had to rough it a little in her life, it hasn’t been as bad as it could be. She’s always had a roof over her head and food to eat, granted not always by legal means, but she’s always been able to survive comfortably.
Background Concept:
For as long as she can remember she’s lived in Copperton. It's all she's ever known. She was raised in an orphanage, and mostly on her own. She basically raised herself. She’s tough because she’s had to take care of herself her whole life. Nobody has ever been there to do anything for her so she's had to do it herself. She wants to get out of her town, make something of her life beyond just surviving day to day. Her passion is learning. She spends her time at the library reading books about far off lands dreaming of visiting them one day. Europe is at the top of her list, but really she wants to see it all. She wants to go on an adventure because she gets bored quickly. She wants to see as much as she can.
Rising Conflict:
(hasn't happened yet)
The way these men were talking she could tell they knew more about the magical world she had just discovered. They talked in hushed voices, but Victoria was a keen observer. She didn’t hear everything since she was a waitress and wasn’t around for the whole conversation, and they quickly stopped talking when they saw her drawing near. They didn’t always see her coming though, as she was fairly small and very quiet. Her shift was about to end and this was her last table. When they paid she was free to leave. The more things she heard the more curious she was. These men had answers to questions she hadn’t fully formed yet. She began thinking about following them. They were clearly going on an adventure, and exploring the world. Everywhere she had read about was now at her fingertips. The more she thought about the possibility the more nervous she was. Victoria had never left Copperton before. Her whole life was here. Her friends. Her job. Everything. Following these strange men was a stupid decision, and she knew it. Every fiber of her being was telling her this was a bad decision. Her heart was telling her to go for it, but she couldn’t rationalize it in her head. It was incredibly irresponsible for her to do that, and probably extremely dangerous especially from the way these men were talking about their quest. The men had paid their bill, but continued to sit there talking. It was now or never. She knew this opportunity would never be presented again. She might get another chance at travel, but never with people who might be able to explain how her coat works and the magical world she didn’t know existed recently. She wrote a note to her boss just in case.
“Dear Lawrence,
Thank you for everything you’ve done for me while I worked here, but an opportunity too good to pass up has presented itself and I have no choice but to take it. I hope you understand. Good luck with the diner. Tell Elizabeth I no longer have need of the room she has been allowing me to use. She may donate what is left to the children in need.
Sincerely,
Victoria”
She handled the note many times debating if she should actually leave it for Lawrence to find. The party of strange men was gathering their coats and it was now or never. She reread the note one last time finally making the decision to follow them and hopefully join their quest. She knew it was a long shot, but she had to try. Even though it meant leaving everything she knew behind. She didn’t have many worldly possessions, and nothing of value sentimental or otherwise. Anything she really needed she already had on her. She told herself if it didn’t work out she could always come back to Copperton. As the men left the diner she quickly slipped out the door behind them without them ever noticing.
Story Concept:
It was a chilly night in early fall, just as the leaves were beginning to turn colors. The sky had been gray all day threatening to rain, yet had not. Victoria liked this weather the best because it kept people inside drinking cocoa by the fire and she was free to wander the streets alone with her thoughts. She loved the scent in the air as it was about to rain because it cleared her mind and refreshed her soul. This particular evening Victoria was unprepared for rainfall. She’d left her umbrella at the library, and was too far way now for it to be worth her going back for it. She decided she would carry on and get the umbrella when she went back tomorrow. She liked to break her routine, and as such took different ways home every day. Copperton wasn’t so big that she would be lost for long, but big enough that despite living in the town her whole life she did occasionally stumble across roads and houses that she’d never seen before.
On this night as she was wandering the streets the sky began to let loose the water it had been holding all day. At first it was just a few single droplets, nothing Victoria couldn’t handle, and then suddenly without warning it began to pour, harder than it had in ages. Victoria couldn’t take the torrential downpour anymore, and had to seek shelter. Through the sheets of rain she saw a house that she hadn’t seen before, but didn’t think anything of. Having lived in Copperton her entire life she knew just about everyone in town, or if she didn’t know them personally she knew someone who did. As she ran up the walk she noticed that the house didn’t look empty, yet felt like it was. It was an eerie feeling, but needing the shelter, she ignored it. Knocking on the door several times, to no response, she decided to try the handle. Surprisingly the door swung open, while this was a trusting community being a port city there were many strangers that walked the streets that kept the community on edge. Still Copperton was a close knit community, and if someone were to come home she could easily explain why she was inside.
With the door open she hesitantly poked her head inside and yelled, “Hello? Is anyone home?” She had thought that the house looked lived in at first glance, but upon further inspection it looked and felt vacant. There were things around that suggested the house was lived in, but the warmth of a house that was actually a home wasn’t there. It seemed like whoever had lived there had left in a hurry taking only the essentials and leaving everything else behind. She sat in the living room in an oversized chair hoping for the rain to let up, but it showed no signs of doing so. On the coat rack next to the door hung a black rain coat with shiny silver buttons. It appeared to be a woman’s coat, but Victoria tried not to notice. She’d gotten in trouble for borrowing things without permission before, alright stealing but she doesn’t like to phrase it that way. Having sat for the better part of an hour waiting for the storm to pass she decided to borrow the coat and go home. In the study she found a small pad of paper and a pen. She wrote the owner a note before leaving writing, “I took refuge from the storm in your home, as the door was unlocked and it was pouring something fierce. I have borrowed your black raincoat to go home, but I will bring it back to you tomorrow. –Victoria Slate” As she was leaving she took note of the address so that she could return the coat the next day on her way home.
The next morning she woke up early so she could maximize her time at the library researching far off places she hoped that she would get to see one day. Not many people ever left Copperton for good, but she believed she might one day join their ranks if she tried hard enough. She left the library just before they closed for the night so that she would have time to stop by the old house and return the borrowed coat. She was not excited at the thought of giving it back. The coat was beautiful, and just her size. It fit like it was tailored specifically to her body. She thought about keeping the coat, but remembered her note and how she’d signed it with her full name. If the owner wanted to they would be able to find her rather easily. As she wandered the streets to get back to the house she wondered about the owner of the coat. Who were they? Would they be mad that she had borrowed it? Did it not fit them anymore and they would just give her the coat? It didn’t hurt to dream, even though she knew that it wouldn’t likely happen. As she turned down the street she had written down she was shocked to see that the street was empty. Not just of cars or people but of anything. There were no houses on that street. Stunned she double checked the address just to make sure she was in the right place. She walked further down the street to where the house had been, but there was nothing to suggest that last night there was a house there. No rubble. No disturbed ground. Just an empty field with trees. Mystified she walked home with her gorgeous new coat.
A FEW DAYS LATER
The weather had warmed since the night Victoria had found the coat. Still chilly enough to require a light jacket, but nothing as heavy as the black rain coat. Sighing at the coat wishing she could wear it always she went down to get breakfast. When she returned to get dressed for the day the black rain coat with its silver buttons was gone. In its place was a light jacket just perfect for the day’s weather. Victoria was confused. She could have sworn that was where she had put the coat. And she was sure she didn’t own this new jacket. However, she was running late for work and didn’t have time to ponder the odd coat. She grabbed this new jacket and ran out the door.
Whilst she was working the weather turned much colder, and showing that winter was definitely on its way. Every time the door opened she could feel the cool breeze blowing in. Each time she felt the cold wind she felt a little more dread knowing that she would likely freeze on her way home. The light jacket that had been perfect this morning was no longer going to keep her very warm at these temperatures. When her shift was finally over she was sure that she was going to freeze on her way home so she found any excuse to stay inside for as long as possible. She was at the diner talking to coworkers for half an hour after her shift before she finally decided to give in and go home. She went to her locker to grab her things sighing at the thin coat she had brought with her. She sighed as she put in on knowing this jacket wouldn’t keep her warm on her long walk home. On her way out the door she called out goodbyes to her coworkers. As she opened the door she felt that first blast of cold air and shivered. This was going to be a long walk home. After a few minutes Victoria realized she wasn’t as cold as she expected. Confused by this she looked down at the coat and jumped backwards. The coat she was wearing was not the one she left the diner in. This coat was nice and warm. Like the other two coats this fit her perfectly. However there was no denying it this time. The coat, the very same coat she had gotten a few nights ago, had changed. It struck Victoria that the coat she had gained a few nights before was no ordinary coat. This coat was special. It could change to fit her needs. She would never need a new coat every again. This one coat would fulfill all of her needs. Logically it didn’t make any sense. It couldn’t be possible. Yet here it was. She’d seen it be three different coats, changing once on her body. She began to think that perhaps the world was more magical than she gave it credit for.