Difference between revisions of "Adelaide Davis"
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| − | '''Appearance:''' | + | '''Appearance:''' Lissome and twitchy, Adelaide always seems on the verge of nervous collapse. That is, when she's not face down in a near-torpid sleep, she's frenetic. Adelaide wears the clothing of a shut-in, weird garments that might have once been stylish, or may have always seemed as bizarre as they do now. Lace, heavy brocades, gingham it depends on the season, but Adelaide has more clothes than she knows what to do with. If she'd pay some attention to herself, she'd probably be pretty, but as it stands, she's only a few steps removed from being a veritable bag lady in appearance. Her face is young; beneath the smear of lipstick and frightening application of rouge lie genuinely appealing features. Oh, and that hair .... |
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| + | '''Behavior:''' It's all a game and you're glad you can play. Being in torpor is such an unpleasant sleep, after all, with the nightmares pounding inside your head and the voices of your fallen vessels clamoring for their sweet release. They're like children. In fact, that's why you put children to rest - each one is a nightmare given physical form. Yes, that's a reasonable, rational answer. That'll do nicely. | ||
| − | '' | + | When she meets someone, she trusts her instincts; they're never wrong. Thereafter, she grows more and more extreme in her attitude toward that person. Attraction becomes love, mistrust becomes paranoia, amicability becomes devotion and dislike becomes hatred. Not that these are based on any real stimuli other than her first impression, but it's that first impression that counts. |
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Revision as of 00:29, 26 January 2015
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Appearance: Lissome and twitchy, Adelaide always seems on the verge of nervous collapse. That is, when she's not face down in a near-torpid sleep, she's frenetic. Adelaide wears the clothing of a shut-in, weird garments that might have once been stylish, or may have always seemed as bizarre as they do now. Lace, heavy brocades, gingham it depends on the season, but Adelaide has more clothes than she knows what to do with. If she'd pay some attention to herself, she'd probably be pretty, but as it stands, she's only a few steps removed from being a veritable bag lady in appearance. Her face is young; beneath the smear of lipstick and frightening application of rouge lie genuinely appealing features. Oh, and that hair ....
Behavior: It's all a game and you're glad you can play. Being in torpor is such an unpleasant sleep, after all, with the nightmares pounding inside your head and the voices of your fallen vessels clamoring for their sweet release. They're like children. In fact, that's why you put children to rest - each one is a nightmare given physical form. Yes, that's a reasonable, rational answer. That'll do nicely.
When she meets someone, she trusts her instincts; they're never wrong. Thereafter, she grows more and more extreme in her attitude toward that person. Attraction becomes love, mistrust becomes paranoia, amicability becomes devotion and dislike becomes hatred. Not that these are based on any real stimuli other than her first impression, but it's that first impression that counts.
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