Post by odette stormcloak on Jan 17, 2015 0:20:22 GMT -5
|odette duckie stormcloak||DUCKIE|
nothing's the matter with your head baby
Duckie is a very genuinely sweet person. She tries to treat everyone with the same loving respect she grew up on, and enjoys cute thoughtful gestures. She's an avid fan of helping others, and is always willing to teach people sign language.
She has her cat ears, and isn't exactly sure how people could lose them. She thinks everyone is a good person unless proved otherwise, which has gotten her into some pretty sketchy situations before.
This whole sacrifice and fighter thing? Not really her forte. She'd much rather "talk" things out, and would simply prefer to be on the defensive at all times. The thought makes her very uncomfortable and she generally tries to avoid the subject.
Many would say her head is often in the clouds, or more specifically in the stars. She's always staring out the window with a head full of daydreams and a pocket full of stardust. She knows a lot about the universe, and likes to imagine being one day amongst the stars.
There's nothing to be gained from being a negative nancy! Since she was little she was always the one keeping a smile on her face and bearing the brunt of other peoples troubles. She doesn't often look sad, and tries to keep a positive outlook on life even when people give her nothing but grief. Such is life, such is love, and we should not dwell on it.
Being the only female in the house, she learned to cook at an early age. Boy, does she enjoy it. She loves new recipes and kicking people out of the kitchen and dancing around and accidentally burning the food.
With her father's extensive collecting of expensive and rare items, it's no wonder she inherited that lust for a horde. She has a nice little box where she collects things like shells and pretty rocks, but sends anything big she finds like antiques back home.
Her father having regaled her with fantastic stories, Duckie wants nothing more than to go trooping through the Amazon with only a knife and a canteen. Sometimes though, you have to make up your own adventures and that's where most her scrapes and bruises come from.
The funny thing about being mute is you storytell with your hands. There's a lot of people who find it funny to see her hands moving in a frantic blur as she tries to find the right tone of "voice" and the right dramatic wording. She's taken to typing most of her stories, and hands them out to people she's talking to so they can read ahead.
Several large books are stacked on her shelves with superstitions from different cultures, and how to protect against them. She thinks of them as a source of old magic that can be helpful in the modern world, and respects them greatly.
She will admit that she can cling to people she becomes close to. Not too many people have the energy to keep up with a mute girl, especially when she has to sign or write everything down. When she finds a friend, she likes to stay close to them.
She's twitchy, and dislikes surprises. She considers the dangers of a lot of things, and one thing she hates is being unable to call out for help. Plus, with so much daydreaming, she isn't always paying attention. Loud noises especially.
Nervous in new places and large crowds, it's not hard to send her running. She does things on her own time and at her own pace. If people try to push her, it just makes her feel worse.
While it can be a good thing, it also means she often isn't paying attention to things she should. She does terribly in most physical situations since she's distracted by clouds or butterflies or something else pretty. With her head always in the clouds, it's hard to focus on things back on earth.
She hides it a lot, but she's pretty sad. She sees happy people around her and though she's happy in a relative sense, she's not TRULY happy. She hopes for a lot of things, but seeing the way her parents ended up so bitter there's a lot she has to fear from her future. Her one desire is that hopefully she'll have the luck of falling for her fighter unit.
Bad juju is a no no. If she gets the heeby jeebies doing something with a friend, she turns right around. She has no desire to become a statistic due to a haunting or a possession. No siree.
She's a person who thinks violence is absolutely not the answer, and never will be. However, not having a voice makes it convenient for her arguments to fall flat. She's learned to just shift awkwardly in place and avoid those conversations, and as such avoid tense situations where battling would be an outcome.
This happens a lot. All someone really has to do is turn away from her or look somewhere else and suddenly she can't communicate. It makes her face turn all red and she gets little tears in her eyes, and she hates having to dance around people who can't focus.
Something about it is very unappealing to her. It sets her the wrong way and makes her feel very very unwell. This goes for television static as well.
Duckie is DEATHLY ALLERGIC TO OLIVES. Especially the green ones. Sadly they figured this out after a hospital visit in which she was sent by ambulance after deciding not to pick off the olives on a supreme pizza she was eating with her father. Results were ghastly, throat swollen closed hard to breathe the whole nine yards. She avoids them at all costs.
Duckie's parents were more or less typical. By typical she means together, and normal civilians. However, her mother died during childbirth, leaving her intimidating and gruff father to raise a delicate little girl on his own. Duckie's vocal cords didn't develop properly, leaving her unable to speak. It caused a bit of fright during the first couple of weeks, but her father loved his daughter with a burning passion. He spoiled the hell out of Duckie, having retired from being an explorer of ancient civilizations. They were quite wealthy, and had several rooms in their home dedicated to his found treasures.
He regaled her with tales from his travels and painted lovely pictures with words of the places he had been, instilling that craving for adventure in his daughter. They lived a happy and safe life, and Duckie was well cared for. Despite his gruff looks, Duckie's father raised her to be a peaceful and free soul who didn't look for fights. He taught her things from ancient people that were long lost to the winds, and filled her head with mythology and tales from the stars. She did often at times wonder what it was like to have a mother, though her father showed no interest in remarrying or dating. There were a few times she felt a disconnect with her father, especially as she grew into a mature young woman.
Being unable to speak there were a lot of difficulties, as her father was sometimes clumsy with his signing and had a habit of turning away from her in the middle of a conversation to multitask, which upset his daughter since he couldn't see her signing. It left a very distinct disconnect with other children her age as well, as many didn't seem to show the desire to learn something like ASL just to talk to one girl who couldn't. She didn't have many friends growing up and often felt quite lonely, so she distracted herself with books.
During her self discovery phase she realized she had no interest in boys, and there was a brief stretch of time where her father wondered if it was due to the lack of a female figure in her life. Duckie mostly looked at the women around her, and in public, for advice when she felt lost, and mostly relied on books and the internet for the more personal questions.
It was by chance she discovered she was a sacrifice. She was sent to Blackwood to get the best possible schooling so there would be no issues getting accepted into college, and went through a minor test that told the staff she was "special." A note sent home and several worried phone calls later, she assured her father she was safe and now wanders in curiosity, wondering who her fighter could be. She did meet a fellow sacrifice her freshman year named Elliot, and they quickly became close friends. They are nearly inseparable and he often translates her signing for others when they are together.
Reminder: DEATHLY ALLERGIC TO OLIVES I almost wrote deathly afraid of olives just now.
Her room is decorated in a "bohemian" style with thick curtains and religious figures all around her room. She decorates in rich shades of red and gold and blue, and loves candles.
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