Ink stained feathers

PLAYER STUFF
Name: M
Pronoun: They/them/there
Email address: neverbemiracles@gmail.com
Preferred contact: Plurk: harvestgraces
AIM: sharpenthebones
Other characters: Annabel McAlistair


CHARACTER STUFF
Name: Sable
Aliases: Inkwing
Canon: N/A
Role: Hero
Species: Personification
Gender: Fluid, mostly presents as female
Age: Unknown, mostly presents as a teenager
Appearance: Sable is an ever shifting creature, zir body usually consists of a teenage form, seeming to be of Asian descent with dark eyes and silly colored hair. There are speckles of ink all over zir body including zir face and hands, so people assume either ze has a lot of freckles or is rather dirty.

Origin story:
Once up on a time there was a library. It was a private library and it housed more than books. It kept magical items, items that bled with history, items that had hardly known this world but been existing for years and years.

And animals, it housed animals too. Birds of all colors and origins. From this world and others.

It's keeper was a strange woman with no name, or at least that was how she preferred to keep things. She was only the Curator, and the library was her child.

But because the Curator had many a special interest and was often determined to get what she wanted, she made a number of enemies. Some were not horrible, they didn't care for her but they weren't going to outright attack.

Others were not so harmless.

There were bombs planted outside the library walls, and, when the Curator was inside, they were set off, destroying her, the library and whatever else had been inside or near by at the time.

What they had not anticipated though, was that the library, soaked in magical energies and history, would not let itself be broken down that easily.

The library gathered itself, pulled all the knowledge and magic and power and formed a new body, a new vessel to keep all of it's knowing alive. It would not be defeated just by something as silly as fore or revenge. It would not be brought down by the likes of man.

And that is how ze was born. From the ashes and rubble of the library itself, Sable emerged, a creature of books, birds and ink stains. Ze was filled with the knowledge of the library but uncertain of what to do. Ze only had the knowledge of the books to guide zir and, of course, the soft voice int he back of her mind, the echo of the Curator, directing zir to seek out those who tried to destroy what they had made.

The library and Curator had both been located int eh middle of California and when Sable came into being, ze knew ze could not stay there. It was too hard to be a person in the place where zir previous form had once stood proudly. So, ze does what anyone would do and ran off to Los Angeles.


Personality:
Sable is still learning what it's like to be a person. Ze is trial and error-ing a lot of things, including personality traits.

A lot of who ze is can be attributed to either the Curator, who had major influence on zir, or from famous works of literature. Ze is particularly fond of children's lit and fantasy but other works come into play as well.

Ze is shy at fist, unsure of how to interact with people around zir but ze also tries to make a good impression upon meeting a new person. Sometimes ze can be blunt when confronted with something ze does not like or feels threatened by and, if it's the latter, ze will not hesitate to try and eliminate the threat as quickly as possible.

Sable is..inconsistent at the best of times, occasionally having different reactions to the same stimulus. It's not that ze is trying to be exactly so much as ze is trying to find the right reaction.

Ze likes children and people who don't fit into the norm. The Curator was always fond of these kinds of people and Sable will gravitate towards them as well. People who are not as well off, people who think differently and people who appear obviously different are all things Sable will come to more easily than anything else. Ze understands the uncertainty that comes with all of these things and will try and do what ze can to help.

Above all else though, above awkwardness and uncertainty and trial and error and all of it, Sable is curious. Ze is hungry for knowledge and interested int he world around zir. Ze wants to learn and be around people who feel the same way. It doesn't matter what they are learning about so long as there is information exchange. Ze believes int eh preservation of information and the sharing of that information more than anything else.

If anyone tries to compromise the sharing or exchange, that would be what makes Sable go bad. Ze will do i>anything to preserve the freedom of information and that includes death, destruction or the warping of however many minds are needed to keep it safe.


Differences from canon: N/A


Power level: B
Powers: Shapeshifting, mind control/manipulation
Team affiliation: Trailblazers

First person sample:
Hello.

I'm new here, I don't really know what I'm doing but well, I'm here.

I am very smart, it's one o the few things I have going for me right now. If you need to know something, I probably know it or can find out. I'm resourceful like that.

I'm still learning...A lot of things, though. This is my first time doing this, having a...Body. A life of my own.

If anyone has any tips on being a person, please share them. I could probably use the direction.

Thank you for your time.


Prose sample:
Zir entire body is shaking, hands clenched into fists and bile rising in zir throat. Ze feels the fear rise and ze wonders, not for the fist time, if ze is going to die like this.

There are guns and there is fire and there is the smell of blood and burning books.

And all sze can do is shake and hold back sickness. All ze can do is watch.

And there's something in that moment, in between the fear and the sickness and the grief, that makes zir realize that it's not real. That dreams are barreling down on zir again but that's all. There is no need for fear when nothing is in jeopardy and right now?

Right now, ze is safe.

Or as safe as one can be, for one is never truly safe. Ze has to laugh, knowing this to be true. There is no true safety anymore, not for zir or for anyone else. Maybe there had been once but it was a long time ago and very far away.

Now there is running, finding those who will have your back and having theirs in return. There is the illusion of safety but nothing else.

Ze pushes strands of hair out of zir face and sighs. Well, there was no point in lounging anymore, it was better to just get the day started.