Post by Sybil Emrys on Jul 15, 2015 16:21:23 GMT -6
Sybil Dorothy Emrys
Twenty-Five | Cis Female | Pansexual |
Resercher | ”Witch” | Professor Oak |
appearance
Sybil is not particularly tall or large. She is slight and lithe from a life with little to eat and much to do. Her skin is a darkish hue of brown, like soft earth, which accents her blue eyes as far more vibrant than they would otherwise seem.
Her hair, a dark orchid colour and usually messy and greasy- if brushed, often is pulled back and pinned out of her face. Though it still falls to her shoulders and slips haphazardly around her cheeks and jaw. She likes decorating it as much as anything else on her person, and will work in feathers, beads and braids when she has the time. Particularly if her hair has been recently washed because then it is nice to run her hands through.
Sybil moves much like a cat or rodent- quick and sharp movements accompanied by long periods of stillness. She is not particularly fidgety, but never makes any attempt to hide her attention, movement or emotion. She does not, however, do anything particularly slowly once she has started. Methodically or carefully? Yes. But not slowly. She is decisive and quick and scampers about with very little regard for what others think of her.
Much as anyone who grew up with limited human contact she doesn’t talk much unless someone speaks to her- and often drifts in and out of conversation. She has a limited etiquette function- thank your grandauntie, but she is not unkind nor unfeeling.
Her hair, a dark orchid colour and usually messy and greasy- if brushed, often is pulled back and pinned out of her face. Though it still falls to her shoulders and slips haphazardly around her cheeks and jaw. She likes decorating it as much as anything else on her person, and will work in feathers, beads and braids when she has the time. Particularly if her hair has been recently washed because then it is nice to run her hands through.
Sybil moves much like a cat or rodent- quick and sharp movements accompanied by long periods of stillness. She is not particularly fidgety, but never makes any attempt to hide her attention, movement or emotion. She does not, however, do anything particularly slowly once she has started. Methodically or carefully? Yes. But not slowly. She is decisive and quick and scampers about with very little regard for what others think of her.
Much as anyone who grew up with limited human contact she doesn’t talk much unless someone speaks to her- and often drifts in and out of conversation. She has a limited etiquette function- thank your grandauntie, but she is not unkind nor unfeeling.
clothing
| everyday She dresses in simple clothing, rough fabric in earthy colours- though she is rather fond of jewelry and charms and wears them anytime and anyplace she can. Often times they trinkets are handmade in her spare time- but if she can get her hands on something else she will do so in a heartbeat. | formal She promises if she ever has to go somewhere nice to bathe and brush her hair. |
backpack
A sack bag she cobbled together herself that has all sorts of baubles hanging off it- smelling faintly of herbs and incents.
personality
Sybil is an intelligent woman, if limited in academic skills. She is curious as well, often sticking her nose where it really doesn’t belong. Sometimes she can be described as nosey, and she doesn’t always have the social grace to stop herself from asking personal and invasive questions. She likes knowing things, however. About people and plants and pokemon- she is always rather inquisitive and wants to fill the many gaps in her knowledge about the world.
Almost never never vindictive in her behavior doesn’t stop her from occasionally being cruel. She has a wit, and it is sharp and often undiscriminating in its target. If she realizes she has said something hurtful she will apologize, but with much of her habits she doesn’t notice unless it is pointed out to her. She tries to learn from her mistakes, but that’s easier said than done. Sybil is still getting used to dealing with a lot of people who she is not familiar with after many years in seclusion.
Sybil is a fast learner when she takes to a topic- careful and meticulous in her habits as well. She likes things to all be in an organized chaos and doesn’t cohabitate with others well because of it. Though people are welcome in her home, they are expected and instructed to sit at the table in the center of it and not touch anything- as things may or may not be delicate she isn’t really sure. Best not to test it though.
Though she rarely writes things down Sybil has a strong memory for facts, recipes, instructions and languages. She can tell stories told to her almost word for word- though she has the worst mind for dates and time and can often loose herself in something without realising how long it has been. She is also a fan of books, more so in their ability to share information, though she has read very few.
Almost never never vindictive in her behavior doesn’t stop her from occasionally being cruel. She has a wit, and it is sharp and often undiscriminating in its target. If she realizes she has said something hurtful she will apologize, but with much of her habits she doesn’t notice unless it is pointed out to her. She tries to learn from her mistakes, but that’s easier said than done. Sybil is still getting used to dealing with a lot of people who she is not familiar with after many years in seclusion.
Sybil is a fast learner when she takes to a topic- careful and meticulous in her habits as well. She likes things to all be in an organized chaos and doesn’t cohabitate with others well because of it. Though people are welcome in her home, they are expected and instructed to sit at the table in the center of it and not touch anything- as things may or may not be delicate she isn’t really sure. Best not to test it though.
Though she rarely writes things down Sybil has a strong memory for facts, recipes, instructions and languages. She can tell stories told to her almost word for word- though she has the worst mind for dates and time and can often loose herself in something without realising how long it has been. She is also a fan of books, more so in their ability to share information, though she has read very few.
likes & dislikes
likes Autumn, herbal teas, stories of all kinds, learning, bird pokemon, long hikes and her home | dislikes Rain, overcrowding, disruptions, fussy people and sudden change |
the backstory
When everything went wrong in the other world, Sybil was a babe in arms. Her mother and greatauntie moved with the throng of people through the portal and into this strange new world, wild and untamed. Sybil’s mother was terrified, unsure of how to belong in this uncivilized place. But greatauntie had always lived alone in the woods, and so found herself a new place to call home for her and the young mother with her child. It was at the bottom of a steep ravine, shaded from the elements and discovery.
It was hard, at first. Everything was different- the vegetation and the pokemon. Pig, grandaunties ornery tepig did its best to keep them safe from feral pokemon unwilling to share their home while their little hut was built. Sybil’s mother fell ill, and though grandauntie was a woman with the herb lore of generations there was nothing she could do. Everything was different, and though she tried eventually the young woman passed. Now it was an old woman struggling to recreate her craft and a babe to small to know any other world.
Sybil learned for much of her life from grandauntie. The crone was a witch, though she laked the typical magic and broomstick riding she fit in most other regards. She knew potions and healing, shunned the budding new civilization as she has shunned the old on and offered traditional remedies and healing to anyone who happened to find her. Not that she had much to offer anymore but charms and prayers that may mean nothing. Sybil still learned, however, and experimented with new mixtures and concoctions as best she could. However for more of the time she ran around the ravine with Pig and explored the area surrounding her home.
Rarely did anyone visit the little hut. It was hidden, and they left few marks of habitation around them. But still people would stumbled, often quite literally, across it. Grandauntie and Sybil exchanged what little knowledge they had, medicine and charms for baubles, trinkets, money and food occasionally if the visitor had some to spare. The people interested Sybil, but grandauntie always pulled her away from them- warning about how dangerous such people were.
As she grew older, grandauntie grew frailer. She had been old two decades ago, and now found it difficult to move about. Pig had passed a few years pervious from old age and Sybil was spending most of her time taking care of the old woman. They had not learned nearly as much as grandauntie had hoped, and she stubbornly refused to go. Sybil tried to make her comfortable and happy- though she was obstinately against such an idea until she passed in her sleep. Suddenly Sybil was alone, and after a short, private burial she sat in the empty, one room hut.
From then on Sybil kept to herself, curbing the desire to explore and learn beyond her home by continuing grandauntie’s work. And so she almost never interacted with humans, aside from the brief passing by of explorers and she never shared more than a few words with them. That is until a man with a white coat stumbled down the ravine and broke his leg just outside her hut. She went to help him, and managed to set and bind the leg. However he could not stay with her- Sybil was not accustomed to house guests and didn’t want any. But he could not travel on his own- so she helped him.
They, Sybil and Quercus, slowly worked their way to Port City. They traveled on the road, and she had never spent so much time with another person. It was fascinating, and though it was different she was fascinated by it all. The Professor, as she eventually found him to be, answered her questions as best he could, and when they managed to finally reach the little city Sybil was overwhelmed. She stayed with the Professor for a while, and explored the new world open to her and learning form the man she had helped. Though she still fully intends to return to her hut in her ravine eventually.
It was hard, at first. Everything was different- the vegetation and the pokemon. Pig, grandaunties ornery tepig did its best to keep them safe from feral pokemon unwilling to share their home while their little hut was built. Sybil’s mother fell ill, and though grandauntie was a woman with the herb lore of generations there was nothing she could do. Everything was different, and though she tried eventually the young woman passed. Now it was an old woman struggling to recreate her craft and a babe to small to know any other world.
Sybil learned for much of her life from grandauntie. The crone was a witch, though she laked the typical magic and broomstick riding she fit in most other regards. She knew potions and healing, shunned the budding new civilization as she has shunned the old on and offered traditional remedies and healing to anyone who happened to find her. Not that she had much to offer anymore but charms and prayers that may mean nothing. Sybil still learned, however, and experimented with new mixtures and concoctions as best she could. However for more of the time she ran around the ravine with Pig and explored the area surrounding her home.
Rarely did anyone visit the little hut. It was hidden, and they left few marks of habitation around them. But still people would stumbled, often quite literally, across it. Grandauntie and Sybil exchanged what little knowledge they had, medicine and charms for baubles, trinkets, money and food occasionally if the visitor had some to spare. The people interested Sybil, but grandauntie always pulled her away from them- warning about how dangerous such people were.
As she grew older, grandauntie grew frailer. She had been old two decades ago, and now found it difficult to move about. Pig had passed a few years pervious from old age and Sybil was spending most of her time taking care of the old woman. They had not learned nearly as much as grandauntie had hoped, and she stubbornly refused to go. Sybil tried to make her comfortable and happy- though she was obstinately against such an idea until she passed in her sleep. Suddenly Sybil was alone, and after a short, private burial she sat in the empty, one room hut.
From then on Sybil kept to herself, curbing the desire to explore and learn beyond her home by continuing grandauntie’s work. And so she almost never interacted with humans, aside from the brief passing by of explorers and she never shared more than a few words with them. That is until a man with a white coat stumbled down the ravine and broke his leg just outside her hut. She went to help him, and managed to set and bind the leg. However he could not stay with her- Sybil was not accustomed to house guests and didn’t want any. But he could not travel on his own- so she helped him.
They, Sybil and Quercus, slowly worked their way to Port City. They traveled on the road, and she had never spent so much time with another person. It was fascinating, and though it was different she was fascinated by it all. The Professor, as she eventually found him to be, answered her questions as best he could, and when they managed to finally reach the little city Sybil was overwhelmed. She stayed with the Professor for a while, and explored the new world open to her and learning form the man she had helped. Though she still fully intends to return to her hut in her ravine eventually.
played by Kate!
recruited by Jenn!
recruited by Jenn!
