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Description

General

Name: Psyche Tismaneanu
Age: 18
Gender: Demigirl [ She/They ]
Ethnicity: Slavic
Race: Vampire
Origin: Belarus
Orientation: Lesbian | Asexual
Height: 5’2
Weight: 110 lbs
Personality:

+ Resourceful + Curious + Intelligent +
= Careful = Sensitive = Dutiful =
- Paranoid - Skittish - Weak-Willed -

Personal

Likes: Pretty rocks, animals, the wilderness, rain, and music
Dislikes: People, fire, violence, garlic, and being clean
Hobbies: Rock collecting, sewing (very badly but it’s fun for them)
Skills/Talents: playing the fiddle (beginner), foraging, animal care

History:

Psyche was born on the 14th of October, one day earlier and they could have called her cursed. But she was fortunate, and instead grew up with loving parents. They were an only child, living in a highly superstitious town with more forward thinking parents, somehow. Psyche didn’t mind, but she was usually taught more than the people of her hometown would call a ‘normal’ education. She was taught the basics of science and absolutely adored zootology and geography.

Of course, as all stories of forward thinking families go in a time where disease was still deadly and witches were feared, they became more and more scrutinized by their community. What her family called common sense and science, the people whispered witchcraft, and called it the work of the Devil.
It didn’t take long for a mob to gather one moonless night at their front door, armed with torches and whatever weapons they could carry. They were scared, and that made them all angry. They called and one slammed on their door, calling for the family to come out and admit their sins. But her parents were smarter than this, but they knew what would happen if they did nothing. They packed Psyche’s things for her and with a gleam of unshed tears in their eyes, they told her that she was the strongest of them, and how much they loved them, and how she must leave and never look back. Psyche was merely 17, they were frightened, but she understood deep down, why they were doing this. So, she took her things and did as she was told. She didn’t look back. She couldn’t look back. Even when the shouting got louder and she smelled smoke, she never turned. The young one started running at the sound of dogs barking, her small heart thrumming in fear in her chest. Three men had saw her, and they chased her into the woods with torches and curses. Oh, the dreadful things they said to her. She wanted to shout at them, and get angry at them, but she felt nothing but numbness as she ran. They almost had her, as she rounded a corner and found herself face to face with a boulder, turning around quickly and seeing them there, their faces harsh against the light of the fire. They sneered, the shadows of their faces making it more terrifying than anything she had known. She pleaded innocent to them, but they wouldn’t listen to them. Of course they wouldn’t. Her sight of flight instincts kicked in, and she chose to flee. She crashed into the men, one of whom had managed to slap her in the left side of her face. It hurt and burned as she cried out, eyes watering at the smoke. But even then, she managed to escape as she had pushed them down into the ground, running deeper and deeper into the forest…

She was lost, but not helpless. Psyche knew these woods well enough to build herself shelters and find water to drink. The food she had packed ran low, but she knew what was and wasn’t safe to eat. But now she was alone. Truly alone, and the gravity of what had happened grew heavier upon her frail shoulders. Her parents were dead. Murdered. And she had no one else to turn to. It wasn’t like they had neglected to tell her what to do or where to go. They were just as frightened as her, they expected to get out and meet her. But she knew the truth. She knew and it hurt more than the burn did. She could no longer see out of her left eye, and it hurt. Everything hurts.

A year passed, and people told tale of a girl walking alone in the woods. Her hair was large and wild, and she was covered in filth. Those who saw her closer could see the lost look in her large pale eyes, and that frightened them. But she never noticed. There was no one, no one but herself and the woods and the creatures that inhabited it. Psyche felt so cold all the time, even with the furs she collected. She missed her home, and she missed her parents so much. It all felt like a distant dream, but the forest kept reminding her that it was real. One moonless night, she was curled up by a small dying fire, watching it slowly fade away as she tried to grab onto sleep. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and felt their body die. It felt like it anyways. A shining hand held itself out to her in the darkness of her dream, and with nothing to lose, they grabbed it and it pulled her in.

Stats

Rank: 1
Magic Type: Dark
Magic Spells:
Battle Axe - They can transform their charm into a large battle axe to protect herself and attack, though it is mostly for self-defense. Prolonged use of this spell will cause: splitting headache, temporary loss of vision, and vomiting.

Shadow Blanket - When threatened, Psyche can throw up a bubble of darkness to surround her. Duration depends on what’s attacking and how powerful it is. The bubble is weak and can only withstand so much before it breaks like a fog.
One with the Shade - Temporarily, they can disappear into any dark place and use it to hide.
Stats:
Strength - ●●●oo
Agility - ●●●oo
Intellect - ●●ooo
Endurance - ●●●●o
Charisma - ●oooo

Trivia

-Entire right side of their face is burnt, their eye on that side is extremely hard to see through, she refused to let the goddess erase it

-Animalistic, she doesn’t remember how to human much and it gets a bit gross

-As a vampire, she has to eat flesh and blood. Usually, she avoids eating humans. She goes for animals when it’s available.

-They have PTSD and autism, both undiagnosed

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[ - RP TRACKER - ]
-tba-
Roleplay methods: Primarily: Discord, but will do google docs and maybe notes, ask about it - Primarily: Lit or Para, ask about script, always down for hc

Timezone: PDT

Description

General

Name: Psyche Tismaneanu
Age: 18
Gender: Demigirl [ She/They ]
Ethnicity: Slavic
Race: Vampire
Origin: Belarus
Orientation: Lesbian | Asexual
Height: 5’2
Weight: 110 lbs
Personality:

+ Resourceful + Curious + Intelligent +
= Careful = Sensitive = Dutiful =
- Paranoid - Skittish - Weak-Willed -

Personal

Likes: Pretty rocks, animals, the wilderness, rain, and music
Dislikes: People, fire, violence, garlic, and being clean
Hobbies: Rock collecting, sewing (very badly but it’s fun for them)
Skills/Talents: playing the fiddle (beginner), foraging, animal care

History:

Psyche was born on the 14th of October, one day earlier and they could have called her cursed. But she was fortunate, and instead grew up with loving parents. They were an only child, living in a highly superstitious town with more forward thinking parents, somehow. Psyche didn’t mind, but she was usually taught more than the people of her hometown would call a ‘normal’ education. She was taught the basics of science and absolutely adored zootology and geography.

Of course, as all stories of forward thinking families go in a time where disease was still deadly and witches were feared, they became more and more scrutinized by their community. What her family called common sense and science, the people whispered witchcraft, and called it the work of the Devil.
It didn’t take long for a mob to gather one moonless night at their front door, armed with torches and whatever weapons they could carry. They were scared, and that made them all angry. They called and one slammed on their door, calling for the family to come out and admit their sins. But her parents were smarter than this, but they knew what would happen if they did nothing. They packed Psyche’s things for her and with a gleam of unshed tears in their eyes, they told her that she was the strongest of them, and how much they loved them, and how she must leave and never look back. Psyche was merely 17, they were frightened, but she understood deep down, why they were doing this. So, she took her things and did as she was told. She didn’t look back. She couldn’t look back. Even when the shouting got louder and she smelled smoke, she never turned. The young one started running at the sound of dogs barking, her small heart thrumming in fear in her chest. Three men had saw her, and they chased her into the woods with torches and curses. Oh, the dreadful things they said to her. She wanted to shout at them, and get angry at them, but she felt nothing but numbness as she ran. They almost had her, as she rounded a corner and found herself face to face with a boulder, turning around quickly and seeing them there, their faces harsh against the light of the fire. They sneered, the shadows of their faces making it more terrifying than anything she had known. She pleaded innocent to them, but they wouldn’t listen to them. Of course they wouldn’t. Her sight of flight instincts kicked in, and she chose to flee. She crashed into the men, one of whom had managed to slap her in the left side of her face. It hurt and burned as she cried out, eyes watering at the smoke. But even then, she managed to escape as she had pushed them down into the ground, running deeper and deeper into the forest…

She was lost, but not helpless. Psyche knew these woods well enough to build herself shelters and find water to drink. The food she had packed ran low, but she knew what was and wasn’t safe to eat. But now she was alone. Truly alone, and the gravity of what had happened grew heavier upon her frail shoulders. Her parents were dead. Murdered. And she had no one else to turn to. It wasn’t like they had neglected to tell her what to do or where to go. They were just as frightened as her, they expected to get out and meet her. But she knew the truth. She knew and it hurt more than the burn did. She could no longer see out of her left eye, and it hurt. Everything hurts.

A year passed, and people told tale of a girl walking alone in the woods. Her hair was large and wild, and she was covered in filth. Those who saw her closer could see the lost look in her large pale eyes, and that frightened them. But she never noticed. There was no one, no one but herself and the woods and the creatures that inhabited it. Psyche felt so cold all the time, even with the furs she collected. She missed her home, and she missed her parents so much. It all felt like a distant dream, but the forest kept reminding her that it was real. One moonless night, she was curled up by a small dying fire, watching it slowly fade away as she tried to grab onto sleep. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and felt their body die. It felt like it anyways. A shining hand held itself out to her in the darkness of her dream, and with nothing to lose, they grabbed it and it pulled her in.

Stats

Rank: 1
Magic Type: Dark
Magic Spells:
Battle Axe - They can transform their charm into a large battle axe to protect herself and attack, though it is mostly for self-defense. Prolonged use of this spell will cause: splitting headache, temporary loss of vision, and vomiting.

Shadow Blanket - When threatened, Psyche can throw up a bubble of darkness to surround her. Duration depends on what’s attacking and how powerful it is. The bubble is weak and can only withstand so much before it breaks like a fog.
One with the Shade - Temporarily, they can disappear into any dark place and use it to hide.
Stats:
Strength - ●●●oo
Agility - ●●●oo
Intellect - ●●ooo
Endurance - ●●●●o
Charisma - ●oooo

Trivia

-Entire right side of their face is burnt, their eye on that side is extremely hard to see through, she refused to let the goddess erase it

-Animalistic, she doesn’t remember how to human much and it gets a bit gross

-As a vampire, she has to eat flesh and blood. Usually, she avoids eating humans. She goes for animals when it’s available.

-They have PTSD and autism, both undiagnosed

◈

[ - RP TRACKER - ]
-tba-
Roleplay methods: Primarily: Discord, but will do google docs and maybe notes, ask about it - Primarily: Lit or Para, ask about script, always down for hc

Timezone: PDT