sweetdevil | 32nd ♫ | find a mechanist, a mechanism, working one-by-one

OC VOICETEST FOR EIRLYS

Eirlys is a traveling magic-user (a Wizard if we're going to be Technical About D&D) with amnesia and absolutely no memory of her past or uh, much of anything in the way of knowledge about her identity. She's currently out on the hunt for information about herself, but is prone to getting sidetracked because by god, is she a meddler. Cliffnotes/quick overview for meme purposes below:

Eirlys IS:

Somewhere in her amiguously early-to-mid 20's with a very slim build, standing at about 5'4''. Her skin is extremely pale and her hair is long and white, though it's pinned in a bun at the back of her head with one long piece at the front hanging loose. She's kind of Stunningly Pretty, but in a slightly uncomfortably and off kind of way.
Dressed in mostly in whites and blueish grays and armed with a small dagger and a rapier.
A level 7 Transmutation Wizard, so she's like, pretty okay at magic but not like, The Best
Kind of a squishy wizard, and much, much lighter than she should be, even for her size
Hailing from a D&D game, so her experiences of tech and culture are influenced by that general fantasy time period
Book smart, educated and well-spoken, despite her lack of memories
Well-meaning and unable to keep her nose out of trouble if she thinks she can help
Very formal and slightly stilted , even though by god is she trying her best

Eirlys IS NOT:

Familiar with modern day culture or technology
Genuinely cruel, actively malicious or mean-spirited to the average person
Very good at social situations -- she isn't antisocial or unsociable but she isn't very good at being friendly or warm
Particularly chatty, but she'll hold up her end of a conversation
Strictly speaking, human
But don't worry about that
:)

Like my usual CMOs, I'm totally happy to roll with assumed CR, AUs, setting transplants, BASICALLY ANYTHING YA LITTLE HEART MAY DESIRE, I'M HERE TO GET ON WITH IT

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Wow... You nat20'd what are the chances

it's basically just money, her weapons, her spellbook and spell components, and a scholar's pack which just has some books and ink and quills cause she's a NEEEEEEEERRRRD

weirdly she doesn't seem to have any food or food adjacent supplies with her?? It's probably fine

[It's totally fine and normal. Like, whatever. She's found her way to town, probably she's going to eat at an inn or something. Travel long enough, and you learn to travel light. If you have to.

Point is, colors like those don't stay fresh and clean like that, unless they're:
1. New, which would indicate money,
2. Very carefully cleaned, which would also indicate money and the fussiness that comes with certain types of money, or
3. Magic, or something. Which is also money.

So Therion's been surreptitiously watching this dainty-looking girl for some time now. She kind of looks like she's never even been outside. The translucence of her skin, her off mannerisms--they all speak of not having been touched in any way by the filth of the world.

So. Money, money, money. Only the rich can afford to wall themselves in like that. And, even better, she should be an easy mark.

But he must have miscalculated or something, because when Therion "accidentally" bumps into her turning a corner, the rough impact knocks her further away than expected. She's lighter than he thought. Instead of snatching what seems like a book, he catches her arm instead and helps hold her up.

Quick. Think of something.]

...Sorry.

[He lets go and steps back.]

You okay?

[ It probably doesn't help that Eirlys herself doesn't seem to be paying much attention to where she walks. Despite being a relatively new face in town, she doesn't take much, if any, interest in her surroundings, like a newcomer to a new town might do. Her focus seems to be elsewhere, so when the two of them collide, she's truly taken off guard.

Her stumbling is about as inelegant as you'd expect and when Therion catches her arm (and her skin, even through the fabric of her sleeve, is unsettlingly cold), she looks – not quite upset, but the otherwise smooth lines of her face crease into a frown.

But then she straightens up, and doesn't bother brushing herself down – she just lets her hands dangle by her sides as she sort of... stares him down. ]

... Yes, I'm uninjured. [ She still? Hasn't broken eye contact with him? Eirlys please ] Was I in the way?

[Therion blinks once, and in the space of that blink, he makes a rapid series of recalculations. Stealing from her's a no-go, not with her looking at his face more than half a second. Maybe stealing from this town is out. It takes no time at all to chuck those plans out the window, but this doesn't all have to be for nothing.

He crosses his arms so they're tucked invisibly beneath his shawl, shrugs big, and shakes his head.

Why was her arm so cold?]

Eh. I should've been paying more attention.

[He means that, sincerely. She's odder than expected, and this could either be very good or very bad for someone in his profession. He shifts back, more out of the way, so that if she follows, neither of them will be further jostled by foot traffic.]

Pardon my saying, but you're not from around here, are you?

[ A shake of the head. ]

No, this area isn't at all familiar to me.

[ Which doesn't necessarily mean she isn't from here but – well, that's a much more complicated answer than he probably wanted, so she decides not to give it. For all intents and purposes, it's the truth. ]

I'm simply traveling. Taking stock of the local history as best I can.

The local history.

[That's not a common phrase. The local color, sure, or the local wares, but what kind of person goes digging for history?]

So you're some kind of scholar?

Yes. I'm fascinated by history. I've been traveling as much as I can to absorb as much of it as possible.

[ Even with her tone as flat as it generally seems to be, these words still seem a bit rehearsed. At the very least, they're a rote explanation, even if there's apparently nothing shady about it. ]

Do you happen to be from this region?

[Scholars are weird like that.]

Can't say I am. I know it well enough, though.

[Scholars... also know a lot more than they think they do, sometimes. Wouldn't be the first time he got a lead off a bookworm.]

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