application | exsilium

[allsongs]

» PLAYER INFORMATION
Player NAME: Elle
Personal JOURNAL: noelleno
IM & SERVICE: bluebugsuit @ aim
Player PLURK: n/a
Current CHARACTERS: theguideless, eyecontact

» CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character NAME: Simmaeri
Character PULL-POINT: Mid-point in the story's actual narration, well into her long life.
Character AGE: 3-4,000 years
Character ABILITIES:

Immortality: She will not die unless she is killed, and does not take ill.
Vocal/musical mastery: She has extremely strong control over her vocal chords/muscles pertaining to sound, and can mimic voices and sounds and throw her voice. She can reach octaves a bit higher and lower on the human ear's register, but would not be able to hear those notes for herself.
Song spells: She knows several musical spells to affect the conditions of others; she can relax/put people to sleep, invigorate/get adrenaline pumping/raise morale, manipulate emotions, or freeze someone in place. The duration of effect depends more on the listener, but she has a very strong sway on average.
Amplification: If she wants, her voice can be heard over large distances — no more than eight or nine miles unless she were to really strain herself.

Character HISTORY:

All the peoples of Simmaeri's home world derived from the same ancient, immortal species, of which she herself is a direct member. They are like over-sized sauropods (which are already over-sized) in appearance, human-like in most internal ways. Upon the discovery of men and similar species, some of these ancient not-dinosaurs found means (magic, favors to spirits/deities, etc.) to take similar shapes, intermingle, and educate them, ultimately grooming a whole slew of new civilizations.

Why?

Why not? There wasn't a whole lot to do back then. Cultivating entire cultures takes up a lot of time.

Simmaeri was not one of the initial members to get involved in these goings-on, but rather was drawn to them after centuries had passed and begun to bear the fruit of her kin's efforts. She assumed a human shape and embedded herself with these still-fairly-new people and took the role of spectator rather than educator. Every so often she would depart from a particular group or country and immerse herself in another, continuously repeating the cycle as her mood determined.

She has witnessed countless wars, reconstructions, renaissances, and repeat wars throughout her life, but has not used her longevity and knowledge much in the way of bettering things. Instead, she chose to absorb as much as she could by way of the stories and songs, preserving them as no one else could for a very long time. She keeps the oral traditions, songs, and languages of hundreds of long-gone clans and nations with her, never losing but always adding as time passes.

Her acquaintances are countless, and her lovers and enemies throughout the ages almost as numerous. Her distinctive features distinguished her enough to be spoke or sung of herself, and that she knows, too. It's all part of her ever-growing catalog.

From the point she is drawn to Exsilium, the nations are isolated and self-centered, fraying at the seams for lack of resources or civilian morale. Efforts are being made to reunite many countries to stay off the territory-hungry moves of another, and somewhere, someone has loosed a very dangerous entity from its bonds. It's something above the endless procession of war and peace, and Simmaeri knows it. She knows the songs and stories of it, and is traveling to enlighten those who need to know it, lest the whole world, not just its people, dies.

Character PERSONALITY:

The length of Simmaeri's years has had a great impact on her perspective of life, time, and the day-to-day trials of a mortal being, but has not utterly jaded her. Her thirst for language, lore, and song has not been quenched — nor will it be. Even in periods where it becomes simply habit, Simmaeri is driven by her love of sound. She will shamelessly engage in conversations with no substance other than the voices intermingling, as she loves language for language's sake. To some, it can seem trivial, but it pleases her, and she finds no reason to not take enjoyment where she finds it.

The same can be said of her relationships with people, all very different from herself. She has no illusions about herself in relation to mortals, but has determined it better to be in those moments and collect those memories like her stories and songs — make songs of those moments — than never have them at all. In that way, her relationships are part of her growing collection, notes and instruments in her songs. Cherished things. She treats them as such, and, when warmed to, she is warm in turn, but only if engaged in such a way. Rather than actively seek out interpersonal relationships, she lets them come to her with little to no complaint.

As for hostile, dangerous encounters, she shows little fear for herself. If there's need to protect others from harm, she will do so by taking the easiest route she can and exert as little of her own power as possible. It's better, she thinks, to have others fend for themselves, but if that's not the case, she will intervene, but only just enough to alleviate an immediate threat.

In general, her expressiveness is very lukewarm. She will smile and be polite, but it's very seldom she shows sparks of true excitement. Those things come in the presence or active pursuits of her passions; a new song or word will absorb virtually all of her attention at almost any given time. There is little else that thrills her, as she's lived and seen most everything else. Because of that, new things draw her like a moth to a flame. It's not often she encounters something completely foreign, and it'd be impossible to not want to know.

» EXSILIUM INFORMATION
Chosen WEAPON: She will graciously refuse.
Chosen SKILLSET: She can take educational, healing, or combat-support roles as suggested or needed.

» SAMPLES
First PERSON:

The hours do differ in this realm. [her voice is lower in tone today, but still peppered with that lilt she claims for her own. it drags in small sighs at the end of sentences and lengthy words in a dreamlike fashion.] The hours are as men wish them to be, however. It is of no consequence to the sun or stars. A single hour could be as long as the tide's pull, if there was one who but wished it to be.

And perhaps there is. I would see no reason for there not to be.

[a pause. her tone lifts with a little song of inquiry:] How strongly do you cling to your hours? How certain must they be, lest you be lost in time without grasp of it? I've little claim to the stuff, save for enduring as other things do.

Time is no warm acquaintance of mine, but rather...the stranger whose glance I catch in passing, and know of, but have no need for exchange.

[another pause, briefer.]

Will you not speak to me of such things? Perhaps there is secret insight hidden in the realms of foreign men.

Third PERSON:

Simmaeri likened the smell of Exsilium to Exislium, for she had never drunk in such a scent before. The components were elements of the familiar, but mixed in such a way as to be completely new.

For now, she liked it, but it was liable to choke her if she were to breathe it all in so deeply. Transitioning from realm to realm was no seamless feat, and one who was thousands of years conditioned to the air of one world could not so readily adjust to the norms of another. She did not suffer it, as she had no fear for change. Change was a spark of beauty in the gray and monotonous, and something she ever-sought. It was in her hands once again, already beginning to wash away as time and adjustment dictated.

And then the quest for the new new would commence, and she would take that, too, in stride. As ever, as always.

This change was so great, though, that it made the horizon of its end so vast and distant as to make her heart flutter in her chest, much like the way it did when she heard the first few words of this world's strange, new language. Excitement. Not only in sound, but in scent and sight, as well.

Her fingers lifted away from the second-floor rail, pushing her leaned weight up and coaxing her to a drifting walk toward the stairs. She had no direction in mind, save to choose one. Her hum was constant and gentle, but vibrating with a youthful excitement which buzzed the bones. What would come, would come, and she had great anticipation and hope it would be something new.