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Gaby

Gaby

Lord of Altera
Name: Gabriela
Nickname/Alias: Gaby, wolf girl, and puppy.
Age: irrelevant. She’s probably around 17 or so.
Gender: girly girl with girly parts
Height: average
Weight: slightly above average
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Skin: covered in brown fur.
Identifying Marks: aforementioned brown fur, claws, wolfy stuff like that.
Appearance: she looks like an exuberant wolf girl. Often wears a green dress and a blue cowl. Neither are particularly tattered.

Gaby started her life as a small girl in a small village. she doesn’t know where it would be by now (she looks spanish). she was the youngest child of three. Her father considered her too flighty and silly to be a proper adult, but her mother always loved her dearly. Almost every day, whenever she could, until she was 17 years old, she would go to her secret tree trunk by a meadow of roses and just watch the world go by.

of course, this idyllic lifestyle would not last. One day, as her parents were discussing who she should wed, the girl was attacked by a werewolf, and as she returned that night, she transformed for the first time.
Her parents disowned her immediately, and the very people who she called “friend” and “family” ran her out of town.

Utterly lost, she wandered the wilderness for who knows how long, before finally finding refuge at port silver.

She doesn’t remember anything of when Altera was falling apart, and to her knowledge, woke up one day in an entirely alien world. She’s had a constant bleeding that won’t stop, and a recent wound on her neck suggests an undead influence (she’s alive, though).

She’s very involved and passionate about many things, always trying to look on the bright side, no matter what. She’s grown used to traveling and being rejected, and though her experiences have had an affect on her generally cheerful nature, she still tries to be happy. Her recent bleeding has freaked her out considerably, and she finds it hard to be happy now.

Her emotional attitude for life means that though she holds a love of the world, there are quite a few things that send her into a violent rage. She hates racists, and anyone who would judge by how someone looked. She also holds a particular disdain of war and unnecessary killing. She also has a hard time trusting someone who has threatened to harm her, even if such is a joke.

Anyone with any knowledge of the Red Cult would quickly identify her as a very devoted member of the cult, especially considering her love of the color red. And funny thing is, they’d be right.
 
Gaby

Gaby

Lord of Altera
yugioh abridged reference. the original went like:
"that's what you get for being a woman. with girly parts."
 
Gaby

Gaby

Lord of Altera
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... where am I?
the girl shakily stands up, staring wearily at the world around her. basic thoughts flicker through her mind:
port silver?
town. person. scared person.
ow.
smells.
bakery.
new.
ow.
ow.
a town guard cautiously approaches the girl, not sure if she is dangerous, or just needs help. the girl looks him right in the eye, then notices his sword. the instincts of an animal kick in. she runs.
at a lake to the west of port silver, she catches her breath. though the sun is still hanging tall in the sky, she notices her beastlike face. she notices the new smells granted to her, smells only a wolf could perceive. so, she thinks, I'm a werewolf again. this revelation does not strike her as groundbreaking. indeed, she's been a werewolf for years. in fact, she can't recall why she thought having fur was even notable. Then she remembers how she had miraculously turned human again only a little while ago.
but all that is simply little snippets of new information among the wealth of knowledge before her. The whole world smells different, is different. her old world, Altera, is gone. she feels like an infant, in utter confusion and wonderment.

she chases a butterfly. she picks a flower. she jumps in the water and runs around sopping wet. she had never acted like such an animal before, even as a werewolf. in fact, being a werewolf didn't really change her mind at all before. she catches herself and tries to think deeper thoughts. she fails. she wonders if she's gone mad. hmm. whether I've gone mad. that's a deeper thought. she holds on to the thought, but it gets her nowhere.
The girl decides she has to learn more about who she is supposed to be before making assumptions.
in the pool is a reflection of a werewolf, torn and bloodied by some unknown entity. the slashes and cuts show no signs of healing. the girl stares at her reflection, and wonders if she's dead. she searches her memories for the answer to this new question.
Gaby.
her name is Gaby.
 
Gaby

Gaby

Lord of Altera
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deep under the sleepy town of Aspendale lays a labyrinth of mines, reaching down, down, down, straight to the bedrock itself. if you come at the right time, you'll notice a steady trail of dried blood, where a cursed werewolf has been gallivanting through the tunnels. the werewolf loves the underground, that vast, strange world full of caverns and shining stone. she runs through the tunnels, her footsteps echoing through the mines, making yet another visitor lost trying to follow her. she is happy. She has found her place in the world again, gained some friends, and made a nice home for herself.
home.
she wonders how long it's been since she's had a home. she stops running, and looks in the clear cave water of an underground pool. unlike all the many times she's stared at her reflection before, she doesn't dwell on her wounds, especially not the new one where her eye used to be. instead, she focuses on her face, oddly disarming, and thinks of all the new people she's met in her new world.
blood starts to taint the pool, turning it red.

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The cage is stuffy.

it's cramped.

it's filled with the noise of complaining prisoners.

and it's right underneath the respectable town of Warstrom.

Gaby hates the cage.

she hates it, hates it, hates it!

she pleads along with the other prisoners, she tries to break free using her trusty diamond pickaxe, she gives in to her more primal urges and tears at the bars, tooth and claw. but it's no use. her captor is standing overhead, gloating to one of the other prisoners. Gaby doesn't hear a word of the conversation. she hates being captured too much. she's quaking with an irrational rage, like when you're arguing with someone for so long, you forgot why you were arguing, and are arguing just for the sake of proving them wrong. it felt just like that.

with no viable outlet, she turned on her cellmates, but her claws wouldn't harm them.
stupid respectable town laws, with it's stupid magic.
their captor must have felt some sort of pity, or just gotten bored, or maybe it was Gaby's unsettling behavior. Either way, he let them go. the others left quickly. Gaby stayed, along with two others. one had a case of stockholm syndrome, it seemed, and was joining the captors side. the other was just standing by. Gaby would have bolted, but she was mad. she looked around the room where the now empty cage was sitting. it was a shrine.
to a demon.
whatever lost memory triggered her rage must have been a strong one, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember. it was lurking in the back of her mind, but she couldn't find it. she didn't even try. she was too mad.
she lashed out at the captor/demon worshiper, but he stayed infuriatingly out of reach. she howled. the bystander tried to calm her down, but she lashed out at him, clawing him out of the way. he yelled in pain and backed off. someone had gotten rid of the stupid magic guard.
Gaby couldn't remember much of what happened after that. she drew a sword, and her memory went blank. when she snapped out of it, she was hiding in Aspendale's church of Vermella, clutching a bag full of valuable goods. her sword was laid out before her, stained with blood that definitely wasn't hers, with two people angrily demanding that she give the "honorable" Arkkaine's things back. begrudgingly, she parted with the stolen goods. she wasn't a thief.

with that business concluded, she began her morning prayer to Vermella, and swore never to step foot in warstrom again.
 
Gaby

Gaby

Lord of Altera
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Gaby runs through the crowd, stumbing on her sprained ankle. everyone parts way for her, the resident friendly werewolf. she calls for Itzza to stop, and turns to the crowd.
"what, what are you doing!? he's a refugee! Isnt this a town..." she catches her breath "...for refugees? there's lots of people with curses, demonic curses, here and in Warstrom! are you saying that a half-demon is less dangerous than a werewolf?"
Albert stepped forward "the cursed residents do not rampage through town each night, and tear up homes! and don't forget, your residency is not very welcome. remember the incident with Warstrom? you're violent, too, though you like to pretend you're not." he spit onto the dewy ground.
"are you siding with this monster?" he asked
Gaby looks out at the residents of Aspendale, at the windmill next to her home, down at the ground where she knows the caves full of wonder are. Then she looks at her newfound friend, who needs her help, and she makes her decision.
She follows Itzza out of town.
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~?~ September 30
well, I just went all dramatic and left the town. good thing no one's after me.
 
Gaby

Gaby

Lord of Altera
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She followed Itzza closely behind, protecting him, while making sure he wasn't seen. as she walked, questions swirled through her mind. why didn't the prayer work? why was she different? why were the people of Aspendale so wary of her? Why did she care so much for Itzza? and what did the mark on her back mean?

soon, the two wolves arrived at an island, siren's call. in seeking an end to his curse, Itzza became a merperson, leaving Gaby to suffer through the werewolf curse alone.
but was it a curse? it had made the both of them strong. It had shown Gaby the soft hearts behind monstrous faces. it had shown her faces of the world she had never seen before.
it had made her closer to her goddess.
without a word, a sign, or a goodbye, Gaby left.
having nowhere else to go, she swam.

she swam through the rains of a torrential storm. she swam through the night. she was strong, stronger then the little girl who long ago could only protect herself with flowers, and she swam until the dawn had almost come. but no matter how strong she was, she wasn't a creature of the sea, and she was wounded. she sank.
she was picked up by an odd sailor. he carried her onto a spare boat he had. she coughed and spluttered and finally grabbed the oar. Having nowhere else to go, she followed the sailor. she followed him until she began to fall asleep. but soon, she was woken up by the sun, and The Hole.

it was like one of those great waterfalls you only hear of in stories. it was round and tall and noisy and powerful. it was a great hole carved into the water itself.
Gaby stared on in shock
"what is this?" she asked her companion.
"this is where Lars made love to the sea" the sailor replied (his words! not mine!)
Gaby had little time to think about the sailor's statement before the current caught her little rowboat and threw her over the waterfall. she landed, harshly, but in one piece, at the foot of the crashing waves, on a stretch of exposed seafloor.
cautiously, she looked around. at the bottom of the hole, the seafloor was a mess of dirt, sand and rock. there was another hole, and, to her shock, past that hole was a monastery, white like the sand around it, though a bit unfinished. Gaby inched down the hole, using the knowledge of climbing she had gained from so many years in the Aspendale mines, crawled over to the sandstone building, and fell asleep. She was exhausted, and her journey was at an end.
 
Gaby

Gaby

Lord of Altera
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The monastery she arrived at was known as Pende Arcis, and it would only be resting on the seafloor until the temple was complete. Staring at the huge temple, she decided to help with the construction. She didn't know what the plans for the temple were going to be, so she decided to help with baking the clay bricks. it was quiet work, and lent her time to think. so of course, she didn't. she had been thinking too much lately. About her past, about the bleeding, about Itzza. it was tiring. Instead, she focused herself entirely on the present. she meditated on the soft clay that she patted into neat bricks, the black soot from the coal she threw into the blazing furnaces, the heat of the many ovens in the workshop, the distinct smell of swampland that lingered on the clay. She realized that throughout her travels, she had always been cold, nearly freezing. the tropical heat of the monastery was a nice change.

Soon, however, wanderlust kicked in. She had been constantly traveling, ever since she was a kid, and she realized that while the first year or so, she was always kicked out, ever since then, she left of her own accord. she had grown so used to travel, now she couldn't settle down.

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So she left Pende Arcis to become a traveler. She saw many cities, met many people. She attended a party, and saw the victims of a dangerous plague (she touched the source of the disease, out of curiosity, but nothing happened. just a slight cough). She encountered an angel, who called her a frost rose. (curious...) She even visited Fortress Naught, where she saw a figure cloaked in red, walking across the bridge to the unholy castle. Soon, she could remember the docks of Port Silver like the back of her hand, and could describe all the places those majestic boats led to.

One day, she visited Digitus Dei, a city of The Nameless One, that existed far above the clouds. She walked through the library, perusing the books that lay on it's shelves. They spoke of the Astral Plane, a place she had never heard of in her small town. Though she quickly forgot the names of all the places she read of, she was caught under a spell. She wondered what secrets lay past the restricted section. Though in her heart, she knew it would not be the last town she'd live in, Gaby asked the Mayor if she could stay as the librarian. He said yes.
 
Gaby

Gaby

Lord of Altera
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wow... I haven't written in this in a while.
let's see... well, I was a fairly good librarian. I got a ton of bandages to keep everything nice and clean. a lot of people came to Digitus Dei, and I learned a lot there.
I also found a book. I know, a book in a library. well, this one had a torn page. as far as I can remember, the book was a chronicle of all the events in history that the gods personally had a hand in. the torn pages were at the end. there was this red ink obscuring much of the text on those pages, and one was just ripped in half deliberately. all I could get from that part was something about the capture of Lycanria, snow, Killrog... and some sort of kidnapping of "Frost Roses" at the hands of demons.

obviously, that's a metaphor. no one would actually go around kidnapping flowers. that's stupid. but it makes me wonder. A frost rose is a powerful symbol, of triumph in the face of adversity, of daring to stand out from the rest, of the persistence of life in a desolate wasteland. I wonder...

there was also an incident in Digitus Dei. a member of the Red Cult was shouting at the city's gates, demanding The Nameless One's help in some sort of problem. everyone was telling him to leave, and the local priest even came out to tell him that The Nameless One does not choose sides. when I went closer to figure out what was happening, the guy suddenly pointed at me and shouted "you claim not to choose sides, yet you shelter the wounded frost roses! or were you unaware of the true nature of your librarian's 'affliction'?"

eventually, he was run out, shouting something about a cure to "purge the snow of it's evil hue." I'm not sure what's going on, but it's big, and somehow, I'm involved in this.

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anyways, the world's started going all weird. I've been trying to wait out the calamity in Siren's Call. it feels safer out here than in a big city. so much has changed... Everyone's talking about an exodus, to some new land.
Ive been having these dreams, of pain and chanting and being torn apart and stitched back together. there's all this red everywhere, and it's so hot and at the very end there's this rasping, hyena-like laughter.
then I wake up.

I don't feel safe. I think I know too much, and all these demons corrupting the world...
sometimes I feel they're looking for me.
 
Gaby

Gaby

Lord of Altera
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your roses are smashed, your cult torn apart, the world ripping at it's seams...
you thought with your weakling little pets, you could stop us.
this is war, Vermella,
HOW DO YOU LIKE IT?
 
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