So why does she have a notebook, in her own handwriting, full of adventures she's never had in far-off lands she's never been to with people she's never met? She doesn't understand how there could be a love letter scribbled at the bottom of one page, written to a stranger, when she's never been in love. And most baffling of all are the photographs of things and people and places she could never have photographed. The rest must be a work of fiction, something she wrote late at night while fantasizing about what her life could be if she had the wherewithal to leave and then forgot she'd written the next morning. But the photographs...
She finds herself with a miserable headache if she looks at them too long.
Find her sitting outdoors, enjoying the weather and a cup of tea, pouring through the notebook with a curious frown on her face.
Or find her standing knee-deep in the water, trousers and sleeves rolled up, trying to train a fish and getting frustrated at her inability to do the job she's had since she was old enough to have a job.]
II. Hauntings
[She can't seem to escape him. Always sitting, crying, pulling at the mask on his face and begging for her help. At first, she isn't sure whether he's real, but she runs over to help him anyway, trying to pull at the mask that he clearly wants off. Her blood runs cold when she sees the name carved on the inside of it.
Those sharing the villa with her may run into her in the small hours of the morning, trying to gently peel a wooden mask off a young man's face while he weeps.
She finds him by the side of the road in town, too, and though she can't be sure whether anyone else can see him, whether she'll look mad for interacting with him, she still tries to help, tries to pull the mask off.
There's always another mask underneath, and they all have the name Marcus carved inside of them.]
Who are you? How do you know that name? [She asks the questions every time, trying to be as gentle as possible, not accusing him of anything. He never answers.]
III. (Don't) Hold Your Breath
[Of course Caitlyn is going to explore a strange sunken House that holds a beacon. Of course the obvious signs of danger aren't going to deter her, and neither is the fact that she hasn't got any experience traversing decaying abandoned buildings.
Rifle case securely strapped to her back, she makes her way to the old place, and is skirting the outside, trying to find a good way in, when she spots someone else also making their way around the building.]
Are you going in too?
IV. Among Us
[Caitlyn hasn't the faintest clue why she's dragged in front of a strange woman in the market square, who gently runs her fingertips over the three faint scars above Caitlyn's brow. There's something in the woman's eyes as she does, and Caitlyn can't help but wonder if she recognizes something about their origin - she got those from another 'lady of the lake,' after all. Or perhaps it's merely... sympathy? Curiosity?
Caitlyn takes the woman's hand and quietly asks whether she's alright, only to receive an answer that isn't really an answer at all. Little girls weep, but women help themselves.
Not even an hour later she feels an itching on her palm.]
Our fat moon rises red?
[She reads the lines written on her palm aloud, without any care that she might be overheard, wondering what they could mean.]
V. Ill Met By Moonlight
[Caitlyn is awoken at midnight by crashes and shrieks.
It takes a moment for her to orient herself, but she tumbles out of bed, grabbing her rifle and running out into the street with barely a moment spared to put on a pair of boots. There's shouting, the sounds of fighting in the streets, and someone tells her to get inside, barricade the door, and stay silent.
Instead, she runs ahead.
The scene in the village is like something out of a nightmare. Tar-covered corpses rising from the water, dragging people down or tearing them apart. Caitlyn ducks into a nearby side street, pressing her back against the wall and clutching her rifle with white-knuckled hands.
She spots a shadow, someone - or something - moving, and raises her gun at whoever it is. When she speaks, she tries to sound stern and commanding, but there's an audible shake in her voice.]
Show yourself.
VI. Wildcard
[Hit me up with anything! Plotting comment is here if you'd like to plot.]
Caitlyn Kiramman | Arcane | Old-Timer
[Caitlyn has always lived in Yancai.
So why does she have a notebook, in her own handwriting, full of adventures she's never had in far-off lands she's never been to with people she's never met? She doesn't understand how there could be a love letter scribbled at the bottom of one page, written to a stranger, when she's never been in love. And most baffling of all are the photographs of things and people and places she could never have photographed. The rest must be a work of fiction, something she wrote late at night while fantasizing about what her life could be if she had the wherewithal to leave and then forgot she'd written the next morning. But the photographs...
She finds herself with a miserable headache if she looks at them too long.
Find her sitting outdoors, enjoying the weather and a cup of tea, pouring through the notebook with a curious frown on her face.
Or find her standing knee-deep in the water, trousers and sleeves rolled up, trying to train a fish and getting frustrated at her inability to do the job she's had since she was old enough to have a job.]
II. Hauntings
[She can't seem to escape him. Always sitting, crying, pulling at the mask on his face and begging for her help. At first, she isn't sure whether he's real, but she runs over to help him anyway, trying to pull at the mask that he clearly wants off. Her blood runs cold when she sees the name carved on the inside of it.
Those sharing the villa with her may run into her in the small hours of the morning, trying to gently peel a wooden mask off a young man's face while he weeps.
She finds him by the side of the road in town, too, and though she can't be sure whether anyone else can see him, whether she'll look mad for interacting with him, she still tries to help, tries to pull the mask off.
There's always another mask underneath, and they all have the name Marcus carved inside of them.]
Who are you? How do you know that name? [She asks the questions every time, trying to be as gentle as possible, not accusing him of anything. He never answers.]
III. (Don't) Hold Your Breath
[Of course Caitlyn is going to explore a strange sunken House that holds a beacon. Of course the obvious signs of danger aren't going to deter her, and neither is the fact that she hasn't got any experience traversing decaying abandoned buildings.
Rifle case securely strapped to her back, she makes her way to the old place, and is skirting the outside, trying to find a good way in, when she spots someone else also making their way around the building.]
Are you going in too?
IV. Among Us
[Caitlyn hasn't the faintest clue why she's dragged in front of a strange woman in the market square, who gently runs her fingertips over the three faint scars above Caitlyn's brow. There's something in the woman's eyes as she does, and Caitlyn can't help but wonder if she recognizes something about their origin - she got those from another 'lady of the lake,' after all. Or perhaps it's merely... sympathy? Curiosity?
Caitlyn takes the woman's hand and quietly asks whether she's alright, only to receive an answer that isn't really an answer at all. Little girls weep, but women help themselves.
Not even an hour later she feels an itching on her palm.]
Our fat moon rises red?
[She reads the lines written on her palm aloud, without any care that she might be overheard, wondering what they could mean.]
V. Ill Met By Moonlight
[Caitlyn is awoken at midnight by crashes and shrieks.
It takes a moment for her to orient herself, but she tumbles out of bed, grabbing her rifle and running out into the street with barely a moment spared to put on a pair of boots. There's shouting, the sounds of fighting in the streets, and someone tells her to get inside, barricade the door, and stay silent.
Instead, she runs ahead.
The scene in the village is like something out of a nightmare. Tar-covered corpses rising from the water, dragging people down or tearing them apart. Caitlyn ducks into a nearby side street, pressing her back against the wall and clutching her rifle with white-knuckled hands.
She spots a shadow, someone - or something - moving, and raises her gun at whoever it is. When she speaks, she tries to sound stern and commanding, but there's an audible shake in her voice.]
Show yourself.
VI. Wildcard
[Hit me up with anything! Plotting comment is here if you'd like to plot.]