True name: Looks-for-Doves
Nicknames: Doves, Dovie, Deedeegiven by Octavia
Invocatives: Honeybird, Snowborne
Age: young adult, 23.12.2014.
Gender: female
Sexuality: too inexperienced to know, questioning
Stature: small due to stunted growth, #3
Diet: herbivore
Scent:warm feathers, wild flowers and young grass


+ closeness, warmth, running, birds, stories, hugs and kisses, flowers, playing with forest magic
- cold, winter, threats, danger, scary deerple, skull masks, blood, scent of disease, dear ones in pain

* cloak carefully put away now that it is warm again, feathers back to swirling in the air rather than sticking to her for warmth, fresh flowers and very small, bird-made braids in her hair


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Gentle / Quiet / Loving / Playful / Clever / Imaginative / Lonely
/ Moral / Pious / Scared / Anxious / Cowardly / Selfish

o inquisitive mind, will often stay very still for a long time in order to quietly observe what interests her

o loves hearing stories and easily finds amusement in her own imagination, little storyteller who can spin a tale out of nothing; would be a capable liar if the need ever struck

o extremely compassionate, a heart bleeding love

o has a strong connection to birds and other small animals; often guards their nests and dens while the parents forage, fixes small injuries, carries messages and reaches inaccessible food

o does not differentiate much between animate and inanimate, holds respect and affection for all

o playful, enjoys physical exercise and races

o impulsive when in a good mood or if her distrust has calmed a little; acts on instinct and gut feeling curbed by her more human mind; clashes may cause her to freeze in indecision Hamlet approves

o not much concerned with her appearance aside from decorating her hair; her only vanity

o talented mimic of forest sounds, especially birdsong

o communicates primarily in body language, though will make herself
speak if the situation demands it; prone to silence and introspection

o highly tactile and physical being, processes and seeks comfort through touch; loves to cuddle and will often express her affection with small gestures and nudges, more than a little clingy in this way

o excellent memory with traces of obstinacy; it takes a lot to change her mind once a profound impression has been made

o more trusting of females, the small, the bird-featured and the young; wary of males and large, predatory-looking individuals

o gathered threat markers from eavesdropping and deep forest runs: prominent fangs, antlers, claws, size, all regardless of the bearer's species, will make her wary; prejudiced in that manner

o interprets everything in the context of immediate threat to her wellbeing; easily startled, light sleeper, slightly paranoid

o highly avoidant of conflict; submissive when insecure in order to 'keep the peace', but will keep her own opinions in silence

o quietly stoic in the face of suffering; not in the habit of sharing what troubles her emotionally and is hysterically avoidant of physical pain, wastes away slowly in face of injury or sickness

o in a fight or flight situation will always choose flight, even at the cost of leaving a loved one behind

o easily spirals into loneliness and melancholy; terrified of abandonment by those she loves and never dares to believe she is truly loved or cared about; double-standarded in that she expects more from herself than from others

o deeply devoted to and comforted by the Twins, loves and believes in them
with a child's simplicity

Jezara
As blood. Unspoken mother figure and mentor, ensured her survival early on and showed her affection in the midst of winter. A love that does not needs words, understanding beyond the bounds of the physical and spoken. Unconditional trust and affection, misses always.

Octavia
As blood. Beloved in many ways, some of them old and some scary in their newness. One of her first friends, a sister by heart if not by blood, and the closest thing to a constant in her life. Unconditional trust and devotion, relies on and looks up to immensely.



Cai: new fren, tba.
Val: A sweet, gentle new acquaintance she is quickly growing fond of. Shares redness and an enthusiasm for flowers, looks forward to seeing him.
Satu: SHAPED LIKE A FRIEND, good borking tutor, v smooth and silky, def too nice to be a predator.
Glitch: Odd, mysterious, otherworldly being who smells strange, but polite and non-threatening despite her size. Her distance and tranquility seem at odds with her warrior's stance, but she has given her no reason to think that will change.
Kestrel: Braidy friend, sat next to on several occasions. Kind, quiet, serious, respected.
Manda: A kind, sad soul she met long, long ago. Unaware it was him under the skull mask she failed to recognize, wouldn't mind seeing again.
Kjersti: kittykittykittykitty <3
Windiga: Definitely not a rabbit, though very very soft.
Ashe: A fluffy friend from a long time ago, hopes he is doing well.
Calfuray: Callie, a purple friend from a long time ago, gave the flower crown that saved her life.
Salem: Met only once and received a strange, beautiful feather. Thought they were very pretty.
Sylaminras: Another lovely, received an orchid from.


~ Cu, Vidente, Amary, Crowley, Thais, Sadiki


Alabaster
No.

Chain and Caesar
Sweet siblings who were her first friends. Feels jittery, desperate guilt over their disappearance, will always hold the fear that she somehow caused them to leave. Lost.

Possessions

o given by Octavia for Christmas 2016. a red cloak with a white furred-trim wrapped in a blanket, a small basket full of fruits and pale coloured candies

o given by Octavia for Christmas 2015. Used as blankets during the winter cold, still squicked out by but also cherished for the thought. a beautiful pale fox pelt and a bundle of rabbit skins

o given by Jezara for Christmas 2015. Cherished and carefully treated, worn as a choker.a peach-coloured shell tied to a brown barred feather and a leaf skeleton

o given by Sylaminras. Fond memory, worn in hair.an orchid

o given by Calfuray. Warmed her through her first winter, kept near the Drinkplaatz due to frailness after dropping it into the Pond.a crown of violet flowers

o given by Salem. Unaware of true potential except that it is not to be eaten, worn in hair. one beautiful dark feather



Abilities

Feathers and latent magic.

Gained from a lifetime of drinking enchanted water and eating the sweet magical pinecones, her bones, skin, and flesh are saturated with natural Forest magic. She has no control over it and it manifests mainly in the form of her companion floating feathers, the faint fawn spots that cloud her pelt when there is snow, and her hair, which grows long, soft and changes colour with the seasons. She may and has been hunted for it, though never successfully.


Deep forest and secretworks.

The same magic that saturates her body has a strong effect on her general existence, causing her to become significantly unmoored from the physical. She may be called away at any time to run through the Deep Forest, a place where dreams, secrets and lost things go after they have been forgotten. She can feel the hands of the Twins most strongly there and believes these trances are a way they wish to be worshipped in. She returns elated or exhausted, wiser or unremembering, and sometimes carries strange things, knowledge or even beings back with her. She once retrieved
two brothers from the edge of a different world before being called back, and holds a busy trade with birds who want her to hide the knowledge of their secret nesting places and the small magics of beasts. Has yet to truly cross into another world.


Weaveways and deals.

Another facet of the same gem. Because of the not-so-firm grasp of the material she is unusually beholden to intentions, agreements and promises. In order to remember something she may tie a promise-knot or braid in her hair and it will not come undone until it is fulfilled, and she is becoming more aware of her ability to carry over intentions into the things she weaves after several bird nests she built survived storms that knocked down many others and the flower crowns she makes slowly stopped wilting.


Inspirations

Folded wings, bright eyes, stealing berries from rustling branches. Spotted eggs on a bed of feathers, circles of nests in the sky. Birdsong tangling with the branches, sound and sapling interwoven. Mischief of squirrels, running barefoot across the meadow. Mud between toes, moss under palms. Lying in the tall grass, breathing in the smell of summer flowers and the fiddling of crickets by the water. Willow branch belts and bracelets for your wrists. Poppies and lavender wreaths around your head and neck. Knobbly knees, thin legs, scratched elbows of a wild child, a forest child. Giggling at bruises. Scars like stars and freckles like raindrops. Dances at dusk in the summer, forest lakes. Vestal virgins, bacchanals, trances of priests and prophets. Mythical maidens and swords under lakes. Hallowed innocence, love of the unaware. Love is touch and hug and pet and braid and ask without words if everything is okay. Silence and affection stand side by side like the Gods. Threads of fate tightly coiled, destiny that has not yet sprung to bite. Potential for all things, small seed of a great tree. Quiet zealotry of peace. Magic of weavers, small blessings threaded into braids and flower crowns. Hiding secrets and stories into birds' nests.