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* '''Doesn't Drive''' - Would YOU drive if you knew you could suddenly and completely unexpectedly find yourself staring at the future on your car's windshield instead of the road while going 50mph?  She could kill somebody, and herself.  She isn't willing to take the risk.
 
* '''Doesn't Drive''' - Would YOU drive if you knew you could suddenly and completely unexpectedly find yourself staring at the future on your car's windshield instead of the road while going 50mph?  She could kill somebody, and herself.  She isn't willing to take the risk.
 
===Contacts===
 
===Contacts===
* '''Name''' - You can list people your character knows here.
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* '''[[Avalon Lefevre]]''' - Witch. Knows the special people. Tea.
* '''Name''' - It could be someone they find useful, someone they care about.
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* '''[[Vo]]''' - Terrifying.  Avalon's special friend.
* '''Name''' - It could be someone they loathe, an adversary or rival.
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* '''[[Aslan Altan]]''' - Special person.  Terrifying but well-meaning.  Likes natural dyestuff.
 
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Latest revision as of 15:00, 21 November 2019



Dr. Sianna Doran
Sianna-textile.png
On Game As: Sianna
Played By:
Concept: I see what I don't want to see.
Date of Birth: 4 February 1989
Apparent Age: Mid-Twenties
Occupation: Textile Artisan
Virtue: Hope
Vice: Sloth

Freehold: None
Motley: None

“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”
– Albert Einstein

The Story of a Life

      Dr. Sianna Doran is a local, born right here in Fort Brunsett. The family was relatively well-off, not hurting for money, and she lived in a house with rambling gardens which abutted a calm and friendly forest. She was a quiet child, but bright, creative, and quite precocious, fascinated by mirrors, windows, still pools of water and the glossy sides of her mother's antique tea set.

      To her parents, this eccentricity was peculiar, but harmless.

      To Sianna, pre/postcognition and clairvoyance completely uncontrolled, it was a way of seeing places she had never been, and much more interesting than watching the television. She would sit for hours by the garden pond, waiting, watching, though she never could predict what would happen, or when visions would come.

      When she was eight years old, she met her Special Friend. 'Lady' was different, and 'Lady' could do magic, but required the child to keep her a secret. Being honest, the child did. Being Fae, Lady appeared now and again on her own schedule, courting the girl, until the first new moon after Sianna's tenth birthday, whereupon she took the child out into the trees, and, unbeknownst to Sianna, into the Hedge, and thence into Arcadia. A mass escape attempt was already in progress, and the terrified child was scooped up and carried right back out into the mortal world.

      Sianna's memories of the incident, however, are lost, blocked from her mind. She knows she has been able to see more Special People since she went into the forest with Lady. She knows that Lady never returned.

      When she was twelve, a little boy she was babysitting walked into the forest and never returned after a faulty door lock failed, and Sianna blamed herself, and her visions, for not foreseeing that he would be lost. Childhood wonder turned to teenage frustration and powerlessness.

      When she was sixteen, she was shot twice in a laundromat after getting in the way of a sudden outbreak of gang-on-gang violence.

      When she was eighteen, on her birthday, to be exact, both of her parents were killed instantly in a car crash driving back from picking up a kitten for her birthday present. The kitten survived, but lost both hind legs. Quite the birthday gift: dead parents and a crippled cat.

      With the support of her aunt Clare, she went to university in Copenhagen, studied programs at Yale, got her doctorate in textiles both ancient and modern, and survived, though it's debatable how much of her sanity has survived with her. She has a doctorate in textile studies, and currently runs a small shop selling unique and unusual fabrics, threads, fibers and dyes both natural and synthetic in the Olde Market. She holds seminars and tries to live a quiet life, away from Special People and the nameless fear they awaken.


RP Hooks

  • Enchanted Mortal - Are you a fairy? She sees you, though she doesn't want to.
  • Psychic - Are you a psychic? She is too! One of the less useful members, granted, but a member of the Eye nonetheless.
  • Textile Curator - She is famous throughout New England (Fame 2) in textile circles as a curator for many textile museums, both ancient and modern, her expertise much sought after.
  • Doesn't Drive - Would YOU drive if you knew you could suddenly and completely unexpectedly find yourself staring at the future on your car's windshield instead of the road while going 50mph? She could kill somebody, and herself. She isn't willing to take the risk.

Contacts

  • Avalon Lefevre - Witch. Knows the special people. Tea.
  • Vo - Terrifying. Avalon's special friend.
  • Aslan Altan - Special person. Terrifying but well-meaning. Likes natural dyestuff.

Gallery

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Soundtrack

David Bowie - As the World Falls Down

There's such a fool heart beating so fast,
in search of new dreams.
A love that will last within your heart.
I'll place the moon within your heart.

Queen - Don't Stop Me Now

I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky
like a tiger defying the laws of gravity.
I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva.
I'm gonna go go go!

Michael Jackson - Rock With You

Out on the floor,
there ain't nobody there but us.
Girl, when you dance,
there's a magic that must be love.

Logs

  • (2017.07.24)
Yarn, Silk, and Duck Fabric