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 Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 9:05 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "One fire burns out another’s burning,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish."
xxxxxxxxxxx Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 2
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 9:10 pm
 Name: Fortuna
Nickname(s): N/A at the moment
Age (Appearance Wise): Appears to be in her early twenties.
Age (Actual): 3 years
Personality:
The apparent
Whimsical:
Fortuna is whimsical, however not by the standard definition of the word. Her thoughts are what wander around on whimsy, often making stories of people who walk by one of her quiet thinking places. While she thinks of stories for people and children alike Fortuna is almost always doing something with her hands, whether it is braiding multi-colored threads, scribbling, drawing or playing with her hair she likes to do things in tune with her thoughts. She can rarely be seen without a smile planted on her face, because she is in her most happy place; a world she created and has control over. If anyone were to pry into why she was smiling, she would simply smile larger and reply: “Well, it’s simply a lovely day is it not?”
Intuitive:
Intuition is something that comes easily to Fortuna; she is simply open to other people’s feelings. Her intuition and ability to pick up on feelings are often reserved for people whom she has a strong bond to, but occasionally with strong emotions she is able to pick up on others distress. She does not always act upon these feelings however, she is oft too shy and too respectful of personal space to pry.
Clever:
Fortuna has a natural ability to quickly grasp a situation. She is mentally alert as well as skillful at a great many things, primarily those that involve the arts. Fortuna is capable of dealing with a broad range of people because of her ability to grasp how to speak with them.
Patient:
The key to being a capable book doctor is patience. She has the innate ability to sit still for hours on end working on one specific detail. Once Fortuna becomes determined, she has the patience to accomplish anything. She can focus on any one task for hours, whether it is reading, painting, or just sitting sill and watching people. When confronted with someone who is impatient she often completes their work for them and says not a word about it.
The subconscious
Forlorn:
For no apparent reason other than the melancholy of her story, Fortuna finds herself feeling a deep sense of emptiness. She feels alone in a world that does not quite make sense to her. She finds herself feeling as though she is imposing on the town just by being there, and that she will bring about ill fortune wherever she goes. However she buries this deep inside, and as of yet no one knows about her true feelings.
Insecure:
Fortuna is subject to her fear that she is unwanted in the town. She is not self-confident though she does her best to appear so, and often finds herself feeling very anxious around new people. Consciously she shrugs it off as nerves, but subconsciously she is wondering whether or not they actually like her or if they are just being kind to talk to her.
Serendipitous:
If someone told Fortuna that a sense of serendipity follows her every hour of every day, she simply would not believe them. If something goes wrong around her she immediately blames herself, even if it’s something that happens for the better. It’s like her book, Romeo and Juliet; the young couple dies at the end, but it is a necessary evil to end the blood feud between the Capulets and Montagues. Fortuna personifies the luck that brought about these circumstances, though she cannot see through the darkness of ill tidings to the light of what becomes of them. “Without rain, there are no rainbows.”
Thoughts on the Forest:
A star-crossed love affair that would only result in pain in one or both parties, a beautiful place that would only result in death. Fortuna does not find its solitude as frightening rather she finds it wonderfully intriguing, but she still respects the rules of the city and does not venture forth. The forest reminds her of, well, her.
Thoughts of Book Children:
All are unique, their stories all wondrous things to behold. Yet somehow Fortuna feels as though she is an outcast and that there is no possible way she will ever be nearly as interesting as the others. She greets all as friends, when she finds the courage to be bold.
Thoughts on City People:
Sometimes, she finds herself thinking on a particularly dark day that she is more like a city person than an actual book child. She loves their oddity and usefulness. Secretly she wishes she could better identify with them. Fortuna is more like to be comfortable surrounded by city people than to be surrounded by book children.
Physical Appearance:
A gorgeous premade take a gander to the right <3
Hobbies:
Reading the books in her and her city person’s quaint shop, illuminating manuscripts and taking care of the books.
Birthday:
Sep. 24
Favorite Things:
Illuminating manuscripts, learning book children’s stories, talking to city people, restoring old books, clockwork animals, the soft eerie glow the forest gives at night, and wandering the highest arches and bridges of the city.
Hated Things:
Decaying books, water damage, and the way glue gets stuck in your hair if you fall asleep on a book binding covered in it…
Story:
At first … there was nothing, but as she slowly awoke she found herself in a bright shining world, where paper trees gave off a beautiful hue and whispered soft tales into her ear. It was cold in this place, a blanket of frost coating the forest floor where she now sat staring into the distance, a distant gaze penetrating the darkness that was the sky.
What happened from there she cannot recall. All that Fortuna can remember was waking up in a strange tower, a contraption of gears next to her bed and a strange city person sitting across from her. He was writing she saw, on an old desk much splattered with ink. It was covered in various tools and things that obviously were meant for books. As more of her senses came back to her, the reality that she was laying on someone else’s couch in their home overwhelmed her.
Fortuna immediately got to her feet and fell into a deep curtsy. “I am sorry that I have intruded on your humble home. If there is anything that I can do to be of service to you I am much obliged.”
The City person gave her a once over and merely smiled his wolfish smile. “You can help me doctor the books.”
And from then on a bond was formed between them, one formed on a common goal, to help keep the books from falling apart.
Favorite type of Ending:
That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
Romeo and Juliet. ACT I Scene 3.
Favorite Illustration:
Arthur Rackham’s [Pandora’s Box- Hope]
Favorite song:
Arcade fire: [My body is a cage]
Dreams:
Fortuna dreams of an adventure, full meaning and good fortune.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 12:33 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 9:42 pm
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