Carnival of Rust App

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Player
Name - Eris
AIM Name - ThriceWiddershin
E-Mail – gallifreyan_timelord@hotmail.com

Character
Name – Zoey Westen
Fandom - OC
Canon Point – N/A
Age - 23
Gender - Female



Appearance -

Zoey is white, with black hair and blue eyes. Slim, though muscular, build and around 5’4 in height. She gets her eyes from her father, and her colouring and height from her mother. Her usual clothing of choice involves a shirt/tank top/tunic, jeans/shorts/leggings, boots/flats and a leather jacket if the weather calls for it, but she loves wearing skirts and dresses, too. She owns a wide variety of fedoras (there’s a wide brimmed, 1940’s style one that’s her favourite). She enjoys bright colours, but in moderation, so there will usually be one brightly coloured piece of clothing in whatever she’s wearing; at the very least a scarf. If it’s nice enough out… she runs around barefoot; a holdover from gymnastics. Shoes are a pain in the ass when you’re doing a floor routine or are on the balance beam.

Her face is heart shaped, and there’s a small scar running just through her right eyebrow from what was dubbed the fireworks incident. There’s a faint smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks, but they’re not really visible unless you’re right next to her.

Her straight black hair falls around her shoulder blades and is usually worn down, though she wears it pulled back or braided if she’s doing gymnastics or corde lisse. There are always a handful of hair ties around her wrist, in case she needs one on short notice. She wears glasses sometimes, a pair of cat-eye frames in dark blue. They’re her “librarian glasses”.

She has a tattoo of a flowering vine, starting at her foot/ankle, that winds up her right leg, curves up her hip and onto her back, stopping at the top of her right shoulder. Very similar to this.

She carries herself like the odd combination of gymnast and swordfighter that she is, though she has been known to adopt a more... slouchy, relaxed air. Goes along with the whole ‘underestimating her’ thing.

Since her father’s disappearance she’s taken to carrying her throwing daggers a lot of the time. They were a gift from him... and she carries them to feel close to him. To ensure she remembers what she’s searching for. An acquaintance made her a whole series of sheathes and various other weapons paraphernalia. These are, however, not on her person ALL the time.

Personality – Zoey is fairly sarcastic at times, especially if she doesn’t know someone. She can be fairly friendly, but very cautious about letting people get close as a result of moving around so much after her mother died (for her father’s new job). What was the point of making friends if only to move away a few months later? So Zoey instead gained acquaintances wherever she went. People who she got along with well enough to not mind spending some time with them, but never really truly got to know them, or let them get to know her. She also gained an ability to be all right with being alone. Though she has a deep-seated longing for close friends, she’d never admit it.

Zoey is a smart young woman, though she doesn’t mind playing dumb sometimes, in order to make people underestimate her. She is not all that great at math. It was one of her worst subjects in school, and she had to work her ass off to get any sort of decent passing grade.

Zoey loves the rain. When she was a child she’d go outside and play whenever there was a downpour. Afterwards she would go inside and her father would fix her a cup of hot chocolate. Then they’d sit down and read. When she was small he’d read to her. But not the typical fare one would usually read to a child. He read her Dune (so she could know where he’d taken her name from), Dracula, and H.P Lovecraft’s stories. And as a result she was usually completely at a loss as to why other children didn’t know what the Fremen were, who Van Helsing was, or weren’t familiar with “The Colour Out of Space”. This tradition also led to her becoming an avid reader as she grew up. She also devoured every mythology she could get her hands on; the mythology books took up a lot of room on her bookcase.

Zoey has an irrational fear of elevators. Something about it being a small enclosed space that moves freaks her out. Oddly enough, enclosed spaces that don’t move don’t bother her at all.

History – Zoey’s mother Cassandra Westen died when she was 10, and afterwards her father took a job that involved them having to move regularly. Tom Westen didn’t need to work, as his wife had left her family very well off, but he wanted to do more than just live off his deceased wife’s money. Zoey went to a lot of different schools, and rapidly grew accustomed to it; she kept to herself a lot of the time. There were maybe two or three people that she became close enough to that she actually kept in touch.

Shortly after her father found a job that let him put down roots in North Carolina (he opened a book shop), Zoey left for college and majored in ancient/medieval history (Europe) and minored in archaeology and mythology. She had found herself with a great interest in mythology, ever since she was a child; especially the myths of seers.

Part of the reason was, you see, that she had some talent with the ability of foresight herself. Usually manifesting itself in dreams or a prickling at the back of her neck, on her skin. Sometimes she gets an idea about something and it occurs, or words pop into her head and someone around her utters them mere moments later.

She hasn’t tried anything else like throwing runes, or reading tea leaves or anything, but there are books in her suitcase on the subject. She’s wary to mess with things she doesn’t understand. She can’t exactly help the dreams business.

Her father vanished while she was on her graduation present, a trip abroad. Even across the ocean... she managed to SEE it. Zoey woke up from a horrific dream, screaming and crying. All she could remember was danger and darkness. When she returned to North Carolina... he was gone, no sign of where he had gone to, if he had been taken, if something had happened to make him leave. So she gathered anything that might be a clue, or hint, packed up the rest of her stuff, and took off trying to find him. Something started pulling at her, drawing her to it... and she kept going towards it until she reached the Carnival of Rust. For whatever reason, she was brought there. Whether or not it has something to do with her father’s disappearance she has yet to find out.

Skills/Abilities/Powers – Zoey was her father’s little girl. He taught her how to play pool, and sword-fighting (when she proceeded past his ability he found her an instructor wherever they were living). When she wanted to learn gymnastics he, of course, agreed. She LOVED gymnastics, and kept up with when she could, even learning corde lisse and aerial silks. She used her gymnastics skills to get to out of the way places, or a good place to sit (the higher up the better). While she was abroad, she found a place to teach her corde lisse/aerial silks more in-depth. It turned out she had a knack for it.

She is skilled with dual long daggers, rapier and gladius, as well as the quarterstaff. Her favourite non-physical hobby (besides reading, of course) is photography. She loves taking photographs of places; especially old buildings. She kind of collects cameras as much as she collects swords.

She has an ear for accents and enjoys occasionally dropping into something different. During college she'd pick a class and use a different accent in that class. Fooled the professors, and amused the few students who had other classes with her. Interestingly, this often happens when Zoey is drinking (and sometimes when she's tired). When she drinks she tends to get a little... British. Both vocabulary and accent.

She doesn't consider herself a polyglot (though she is, since the definition is being able to speak or write multiple languages), but she does know a few different languages rather fluently. Russian, French, Greek, and Czech to be exact. She knows a smattering of Latin, and curses in pretty much every language that she could learn.

Zoey learned to tango and waltz when she made the acquaintance of an instructor while in Spain. He was close to being someone she considered a friend. She would deny this, of course, instead deeming him a 'close acquaintance'.

Something ELSE her father taught her was how to throw knives/daggers. And when she was young he would take her to fairs and reenactments (and the occasional bar) and essentially make the claim that his daughter was more of a man than the big burly guys doing the knife throwing. Obviously they didn't exactly believe that was in any way possible. So then wee!Zoey would show her skill. They bought many a fancy dinner that way.

Zoey is also a seer. Dreams and portents, etc. Nothing particularly powerful (or so she thinks, anyway; there’s always the potential for more, isn’t there?), usually manifesting itself in dreams or a prickling at the back of her neck, on her skin. Sometimes she gets an idea about something and it occurs, or words pop into her head and someone around her utters them mere moments later. Sometimes she just KNOWS. Someone will spill a drink, or trip on some stairs, and the like. The dreams are usually cryptic, fragmented, and sometimes hard to remember upon awakening beyond the vague feeling that SOMEthing is going to happen, and whether it’s good or bad (the details would reveal themselves in time; usually in déjà vu or the like). When she does remember the details upon waking, it’s hard for her to piece together what they mean.

Power Restrictions - Zoey’s “prophetic dreams” aren’t all that detailed at the Carnival. While outside the Carnival she was likely to get details, SOME, anyway (even if she didn’t remember then straightaway)... at the Carnival all she usually gets are vague impressions. Perhaps because of the nature of the Carnival she gets a lot of vague, dark nightmares, where there’s something bad but she has no idea WHAT it is or HOW to deal with it. If she DOES happen to get déjà vu she doesn’t recall what, exactly, is causing it. Which will cause her no END of frustration.

The other bits, like occasionally knowing what is going to be said before it’s actually said... might not be stunted all that much; it’s not entirely useful. Except in class, maybe.

The knowing what was going to happen would probably only apply to minor things. Someone spilling a drink on someone else, that sort of thing. MAYBE if there was going to be an accident in a performance or something. Possibly only with her OWN performance, I would think.

Job – Performance, definitely performance. Acrobat, trapeze artist... Zoey has a particular skill with corde lisse, and aerial silks. She could do knife throwing, as well, but her preference is for trapeze artist/corde lisse/aerial silks performer.

Mark Location: Zoey's mark is on the back of her neck.

Samples
First Person Sample (Communicator, Bulletin, or Mirror) -
[Communicator to Michael Tillotson and Ashlin Thomas]

Hey, look...

[She sounds tired, and little bit sheepish.]

I’m sorry about the nightmares, guys. They... just kind of happen. I’ve had them since I was a kid. It’s not exactly something I can control, but I am sorry that I keep waking you up. What with the crying out and screaming.

I’ll try to work on being less... loud. I’m not used to having roommates. Tent-mates. Anything-mates, really.

[She laughs a little.]

Third Person Sample (Log) –

Zoey scrubbed a hand through her hair, sighing tiredly. She’d been driving for days since her last real stop. She was close, she could FEEL it. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was that was drawing her in the direction she was going... but she hoped that it was something that could lead her to her father.

“Fuck...” she breathed, irritated with herself. This probably has nothing to do with him. This is a wild goose chase straight into the jaws of trouble. But she’d never exactly shied from trouble before... so why should she start now? There had to be a reason why she was being drawn.

Her foot pressed harder on the gas pedal.

Any Other Details We Should Know - Nothing really. Zoey’s just a girl who happens to be a seer, on a quest to find her father.