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Origin: Abnormal (Glass Sculpture) Nature: Hopeful Size: Grand Boundary: Lost Ancient Greenhouse Nature Feature: Tillandsia Ionantha, White Grapes, Haworthiopsis Fasciata, Jade Plant (Crassula Ovata), White Pebbles, Various Cacti Familiar: Oropendola (large, Elemental) Elemental: Molten Glass TF Rewards: Rhodonite Pebble |
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Given as a gift by an estranged Wanderer, Elda has developed the ability to control molten glass. It almost glows with the heat of it, a soft tangerine color making up the entirety of the glass when manifested. Unlike the Wanderer who gave this elemental to her though, Elda's glass does not manifest in the form of floating orbs - at least not all the time. Occasionally they may be seen within her grapes or flicking off of her open back and neck lining sort of like flaking gilding, but primarily this elemental takes the form of a familiar. A singular Oropendola, who is a rather messy representation of the bird at times due to the elementals instability.
Typically the bird leaves behind a trail of molten feathers and glass gilding where it goes, nonharmful but hot to the touch typically. Even odder, the bird seems to represent Elda's emotions far more blatantly than she does - going as far as to brighten and melt when emotions are tense or excitable, or even cooling and growing uncannily smooth when calm and at ease, essentially turning more statue than bird.
Typically the bird leaves behind a trail of molten feathers and glass gilding where it goes, nonharmful but hot to the touch typically. Even odder, the bird seems to represent Elda's emotions far more blatantly than she does - going as far as to brighten and melt when emotions are tense or excitable, or even cooling and growing uncannily smooth when calm and at ease, essentially turning more statue than bird.
Made up from her glass elemental, Elda's Oropendola is a strange little singular familiar that can most commonly be seen perched upon her antlers.
Considering the Oropendola represents Elda's emotions at a more obvious face value, folk will often turn to it in order to read her correctly since she's a rather reserved individual. It doesn't seem to have a personality of its own, at least not entirely - the passerine bird tends to only amplify her emotions, but it does seem to believe those itself. It's a soother, of sorts. A telling piece of her soul manifested and carved prettily to fly about and act as a little indicator for her. It helps her to see the world a bit clearer, brings her seeds and leaves from high places, helps to corral visitors and keep them in check - it's kind. A little helper, in a way. It sings the same tune as her soul, follows her wherever she may go, and coos to her in a song only they can understand. It is, in a way, the emotional side she never got to properly understand as a result to her Abnormal creation.
Considering the Oropendola represents Elda's emotions at a more obvious face value, folk will often turn to it in order to read her correctly since she's a rather reserved individual. It doesn't seem to have a personality of its own, at least not entirely - the passerine bird tends to only amplify her emotions, but it does seem to believe those itself. It's a soother, of sorts. A telling piece of her soul manifested and carved prettily to fly about and act as a little indicator for her. It helps her to see the world a bit clearer, brings her seeds and leaves from high places, helps to corral visitors and keep them in check - it's kind. A little helper, in a way. It sings the same tune as her soul, follows her wherever she may go, and coos to her in a song only they can understand. It is, in a way, the emotional side she never got to properly understand as a result to her Abnormal creation.
Held within her body, a small Rhodonite pebble is nestled amidst the cacti and white stones.
Background
Hopeful | Motherly | Solitary
Elda was, once upon a time, a rather well loved glass sculpture. She'd been finely carved into the shape a large, small antlered doe, with neat little spiral details carved into her pretty laying down form. She was placed on a finely made pedestal in the middle of her greenhouse, made to tower and overlook the rest of the statuettes and pretty fixtures and carvings. People often would leave flowers on or by her pedestal, using her as a sort of good luck charm or protector of the greenhouse, and though Elda doesn't remember much from her past life she does hold onto this. She holds on desperately to the images of children looking at her in awe, to the fact that folk considered her lucky and kind, that gardeners would speak to her in their mother tongues because she brought them that comfort of safety. If she remembered nothing else, this would be what she chose to never forget.
With time though, people didn't frequent the greenhouse as consistently. The outside became overgrown, the dedicated gardeners passed along, and the interior became lush with overgrown plant-life to the point you could barely find the paths anymore.
In hindsight, perhaps it isn't too surprising what happened to Elda's statue. The beloved ivy that coiled tight around her just began to weigh too much, the pedestal too flimsy over the years, and perhaps it isn't too surprising that it all made her take a sickening crash. A crash that sticks with her even now, one that resonates deep beneath the layers of her reserved mind. But she settles anyway.
As an Esk, Elda holds an air of determined curiosity to her. She's a silent visage, one who keeps to herself and doesn't bother much with what goes on outside her little bubble of solitude unless it concerns her self assigned goal. That goal of which is, inherently, rather simple: she wants to preserve and collect endangered and exotic species of flora - perhaps fauna too if she can - and bring them back to her greenhouse. It's a bit of a widespread goal, but considering she holds herself still to the standard of a luck charm and guardian, it isn't one she's bothered to do. Elda lives her life easily, in comfort, even, due to this goal. Where many may feel unbalanced or perhaps lost, she always has something to turn to immediately. She has her path set for her, a home to return to and replenish, and an ease to move through the world because of this. She's focused - respected. Perhaps a bit out there, but determined nonetheless.
Though she's content with her life, there is a bit of melancholic energy to her aura. Elda has always been like this, though it's hard to say exactly where it comes from if you do not know her story. She mourns the loss of her gardeners, of the people who looked upon her for luck and kindness. She mourns the cracking of her figure, the damaging hiss of it that still echoes through her mind, her lack of memory. She never knew she wanted memories until she could make them. She hates that she's lost so many, that there are so many years she spent on that pedestal lost to her and the winds of change and time. It's to the point that, when stationary, she may mumble to herself as she tries to think things through. Speaks in a mother tongue that is not her own but instead belonged to the herbalists and gardeners, speaks in a phrase like that of a child, murmurs like that of a worried mother begging for luck and prosperity.
She may never have been an altar item of sorts, but she was loved by many. She longs to know whatever happened to them. Is desperate for it. But she dedicates herself in her work in their name - tells their stories to the seeds she collects and sings them odd songs of that odd tongue. It's a mockery of what she's lost, what she perhaps never had as hers to begin with, and she does not answer questions about her strange melancholic energy. But she continues anyway, for she fears what else she may lose should she ever stop.
Altogether, Elda is a determined and focused spirit. She defaults to solitary and self isolating behavior, but she isn't asocial. Though she takes joy in the quiet moments - the ones brought on alongside her plants and within the walls of her boundary - she can and does enjoy spending time alongside other Esk as well. Usually those who are likeminded in a sense, but she is content to open her home as a place of solace to all those who may need it. She's quiet, perhaps a bit off putting, but she's a kind spirit who can be a damn good listener should you need it.
Elda was, once upon a time, a rather well loved glass sculpture. She'd been finely carved into the shape a large, small antlered doe, with neat little spiral details carved into her pretty laying down form. She was placed on a finely made pedestal in the middle of her greenhouse, made to tower and overlook the rest of the statuettes and pretty fixtures and carvings. People often would leave flowers on or by her pedestal, using her as a sort of good luck charm or protector of the greenhouse, and though Elda doesn't remember much from her past life she does hold onto this. She holds on desperately to the images of children looking at her in awe, to the fact that folk considered her lucky and kind, that gardeners would speak to her in their mother tongues because she brought them that comfort of safety. If she remembered nothing else, this would be what she chose to never forget.
With time though, people didn't frequent the greenhouse as consistently. The outside became overgrown, the dedicated gardeners passed along, and the interior became lush with overgrown plant-life to the point you could barely find the paths anymore.
In hindsight, perhaps it isn't too surprising what happened to Elda's statue. The beloved ivy that coiled tight around her just began to weigh too much, the pedestal too flimsy over the years, and perhaps it isn't too surprising that it all made her take a sickening crash. A crash that sticks with her even now, one that resonates deep beneath the layers of her reserved mind. But she settles anyway.
As an Esk, Elda holds an air of determined curiosity to her. She's a silent visage, one who keeps to herself and doesn't bother much with what goes on outside her little bubble of solitude unless it concerns her self assigned goal. That goal of which is, inherently, rather simple: she wants to preserve and collect endangered and exotic species of flora - perhaps fauna too if she can - and bring them back to her greenhouse. It's a bit of a widespread goal, but considering she holds herself still to the standard of a luck charm and guardian, it isn't one she's bothered to do. Elda lives her life easily, in comfort, even, due to this goal. Where many may feel unbalanced or perhaps lost, she always has something to turn to immediately. She has her path set for her, a home to return to and replenish, and an ease to move through the world because of this. She's focused - respected. Perhaps a bit out there, but determined nonetheless.
Though she's content with her life, there is a bit of melancholic energy to her aura. Elda has always been like this, though it's hard to say exactly where it comes from if you do not know her story. She mourns the loss of her gardeners, of the people who looked upon her for luck and kindness. She mourns the cracking of her figure, the damaging hiss of it that still echoes through her mind, her lack of memory. She never knew she wanted memories until she could make them. She hates that she's lost so many, that there are so many years she spent on that pedestal lost to her and the winds of change and time. It's to the point that, when stationary, she may mumble to herself as she tries to think things through. Speaks in a mother tongue that is not her own but instead belonged to the herbalists and gardeners, speaks in a phrase like that of a child, murmurs like that of a worried mother begging for luck and prosperity.
She may never have been an altar item of sorts, but she was loved by many. She longs to know whatever happened to them. Is desperate for it. But she dedicates herself in her work in their name - tells their stories to the seeds she collects and sings them odd songs of that odd tongue. It's a mockery of what she's lost, what she perhaps never had as hers to begin with, and she does not answer questions about her strange melancholic energy. But she continues anyway, for she fears what else she may lose should she ever stop.
Altogether, Elda is a determined and focused spirit. She defaults to solitary and self isolating behavior, but she isn't asocial. Though she takes joy in the quiet moments - the ones brought on alongside her plants and within the walls of her boundary - she can and does enjoy spending time alongside other Esk as well. Usually those who are likeminded in a sense, but she is content to open her home as a place of solace to all those who may need it. She's quiet, perhaps a bit off putting, but she's a kind spirit who can be a damn good listener should you need it.
BoundaryLong since overtaken by the surrounding area, Elda makes her home within a lost and ancient greenhouse. It'd been well loved by humans, once upon a time, but it rarely gets any visitors outside of stray animals and wandering Esk these days. Despite that, and despite the rather overgrown look to it, it holds a rather welcoming atmosphere.
Glass panes are kicked in here and there due to storms claiming the building whilst most are fogged and mossy, giving the place a constant and slightly tinted stream of light when the sun is out. The pathways inside are overgrown with both the original plants and new ones brought by Elda herself, and here and there odd pots and strange figurines can even be seen. Gifts from visitors, or things the strange Esk has collected perhaps. But aside from that, many statues still rest within the greenhouse as small guardians of sorts. They're almost all overgrown with plants, and those that have water fixtures and basins are typically long since clogged up despite the algae and petal filled water that still fills the basin they hold. The greenhouse is aged, that much is apparent. But Elda does her best to take care of it, and welcomes visitors aplenty within its confines as they need. She only ask you respect the things inside, and tread lightly - there are many seeds growing beneath the surface. Perhaps even contribute your own seeds - exotic or not, Elda is always at joy when handling new sprouts. Due to Elda near constantly being on the move, she doesn't exactly spend much time at home. She visits it often, yes, she has to in order to maintain it, but in actually staying she doesn't do frequently. She visits, cleans, gardens, then goes. When she does choose to stay, however, and when she isn't wandering the extensive garden she's built up over the many years, she can be seen nestled on her old pedestal. It has long since been corrected posture wise, and it stands as it used to. It'd been an odd moment for her, to fix something that near killed her - but she blames it not, and to this day can be seen laying or sitting atop it in silence at times for prolonged periods. In these moments she's nothing more than what she once was: a guardian. A silent, glassy sentinel, ready to take in every detail before she moves back into the world once more. |
Her Creator
A pair of glass companions these two are, even if they aren't exactly constant in their interactions. Elda had originally been created during a time when Thes was less than well mentally, going through his own motions and as a result leaving the pair of them with a rather curious relationship from an outsiders perspective. She holds no ill will towards him because of his original strangeness, for she knows she herself was and still is rather odd - if anything she finds a comfort in having been there to witness him grow.
And grow he did. A true horrid soul just on the side of needlessly cruel he was, all hard edges and desperate emotions that he could barely understand. An aura of impolite and anger and mess followed him like the plague, and though Elda never pried she wasn't exactly able to not notice it when they were near each other. She was always a bit too keen on other's emotions, able to read the slightest bit further than most, and Thes was no exception. But with his change came her own surprise. She got to witness those hardened edges melt away, got to see as they rounded at the corners to provide firmness instead of violence. He melted. Went soft. Grew. And she didn't bother hiding that she was content to see it, even if she isn't exactly sure what had caused it to begin with.
Nowadays, Thes is the conversation starter between them. Coming to her for advice, company, a general check up - they aren't exactly the most standard of creator and created, but it works well for them. Sometimes El can get him to follow her for a little, sometimes they'll garden together, sometimes they'll talk and sometimes they won't speak at all. But she's always happy to see him regardless, even way back when he was a vicious and temperamental little thing. It is a simple companionship, but it works just fine for the two of them.
A pair of glass companions these two are, even if they aren't exactly constant in their interactions. Elda had originally been created during a time when Thes was less than well mentally, going through his own motions and as a result leaving the pair of them with a rather curious relationship from an outsiders perspective. She holds no ill will towards him because of his original strangeness, for she knows she herself was and still is rather odd - if anything she finds a comfort in having been there to witness him grow.
And grow he did. A true horrid soul just on the side of needlessly cruel he was, all hard edges and desperate emotions that he could barely understand. An aura of impolite and anger and mess followed him like the plague, and though Elda never pried she wasn't exactly able to not notice it when they were near each other. She was always a bit too keen on other's emotions, able to read the slightest bit further than most, and Thes was no exception. But with his change came her own surprise. She got to witness those hardened edges melt away, got to see as they rounded at the corners to provide firmness instead of violence. He melted. Went soft. Grew. And she didn't bother hiding that she was content to see it, even if she isn't exactly sure what had caused it to begin with.
Nowadays, Thes is the conversation starter between them. Coming to her for advice, company, a general check up - they aren't exactly the most standard of creator and created, but it works well for them. Sometimes El can get him to follow her for a little, sometimes they'll garden together, sometimes they'll talk and sometimes they won't speak at all. But she's always happy to see him regardless, even way back when he was a vicious and temperamental little thing. It is a simple companionship, but it works just fine for the two of them.
The Fragile Other Half
One would think, considering Elda's rather on the road lifestyle, she wouldn't exactly be able to hold a relationship. Quite the contrary she things, and Silica is nothing if not proof. It'd been a rather chance thing at the start, all things considered. Elda had no reason to go within the depths of the shelter that Sil called home, but if you catch sight of something in the window and feel the heat of a stare long enough, it's likely you'd want to find out as well. It was a rather strange first encounter: Silica had been utterly terrified to get close out of fear of "breaking," and Elda had been nothing if not patient but curious. Though tense, there was a camaraderie that comes from similar recognizing similar. Two glass visages, even if not made from the same structure. The only true difference was how their inevitable ends impacted them.
Nowadays, Elda visits Sil rather consistently. It is one of the few places that she actively seeks to see again, and she takes no qualms with having to do so. She never pushes the jittery girl to venture outside of where she's comfortable, for she came to realize all too quickly that though Sil enjoys company she is agoraphobic by nature and mortified at the thought of, as she puts it, breaking into pieces. There's been,,, a few too many times that El has aided her mid panic at the fear of such things. It's left her content with the idea of staying inside and not expecting random visits.
Despite that, Elda does try and get her outside. She is the tranquility to Sil's panicky nature, the stabile beam for when she stumbles and nearly falls, the protection from the rain that patters just a little too hard. They don't go very far, they hardly even leave the boundaries of the shelter, but it is progress. And progress is everything, especially when progress leaves them cuddling beneath an overhang as the rain falls up ahead and soft confessions getting whispered near inaudibly.
Examples, trust, exercise, and attempts is all they can do to rewrite the mindset Silica has been gifted since her early days. Lucky for them, they've got eternity to do so.
One would think, considering Elda's rather on the road lifestyle, she wouldn't exactly be able to hold a relationship. Quite the contrary she things, and Silica is nothing if not proof. It'd been a rather chance thing at the start, all things considered. Elda had no reason to go within the depths of the shelter that Sil called home, but if you catch sight of something in the window and feel the heat of a stare long enough, it's likely you'd want to find out as well. It was a rather strange first encounter: Silica had been utterly terrified to get close out of fear of "breaking," and Elda had been nothing if not patient but curious. Though tense, there was a camaraderie that comes from similar recognizing similar. Two glass visages, even if not made from the same structure. The only true difference was how their inevitable ends impacted them.
Nowadays, Elda visits Sil rather consistently. It is one of the few places that she actively seeks to see again, and she takes no qualms with having to do so. She never pushes the jittery girl to venture outside of where she's comfortable, for she came to realize all too quickly that though Sil enjoys company she is agoraphobic by nature and mortified at the thought of, as she puts it, breaking into pieces. There's been,,, a few too many times that El has aided her mid panic at the fear of such things. It's left her content with the idea of staying inside and not expecting random visits.
Despite that, Elda does try and get her outside. She is the tranquility to Sil's panicky nature, the stabile beam for when she stumbles and nearly falls, the protection from the rain that patters just a little too hard. They don't go very far, they hardly even leave the boundaries of the shelter, but it is progress. And progress is everything, especially when progress leaves them cuddling beneath an overhang as the rain falls up ahead and soft confessions getting whispered near inaudibly.
Examples, trust, exercise, and attempts is all they can do to rewrite the mindset Silica has been gifted since her early days. Lucky for them, they've got eternity to do so.
A Rowdy Friend
Elda has never exactly been the most social of creatures, but she is capable of making plentiful companions. Oscine, affectionally called Cine, is one of them.
They aren't exactly the most similar of souls when it comes to personality. Where Elda is calm and collected, Oscine is loud and all over the place. El is usually logical, whereas Cine is ditzy and quick to act on emotion rather than thinking it through. They're polar opposites essentially, never a pair you'd really expect to get along, but the phrase 'opposites attract' really does lend well to them. They balance each other easily, a good bit of spice to their lives, and though they aren't always together they see one another frequently enough to be recognizable. But outside of personality, they do share similar views. Elda's helped Oscine see comforts in the little things, to cherish the small moments and see them for what they really are and can be. She's helped Cine calm down a little sometimes, left enough of a mark that the girl doesn't just rush through it all on an adrenaline rush, but instead wholly stops where she only used to slow. It's good for them, they think, to have such an easy counter. When Elda needs a laugh, Oscine can provide it. When Oscine needs a quiet listener, Elda's always ready to be there.
Elda has never exactly been the most social of creatures, but she is capable of making plentiful companions. Oscine, affectionally called Cine, is one of them.
They aren't exactly the most similar of souls when it comes to personality. Where Elda is calm and collected, Oscine is loud and all over the place. El is usually logical, whereas Cine is ditzy and quick to act on emotion rather than thinking it through. They're polar opposites essentially, never a pair you'd really expect to get along, but the phrase 'opposites attract' really does lend well to them. They balance each other easily, a good bit of spice to their lives, and though they aren't always together they see one another frequently enough to be recognizable. But outside of personality, they do share similar views. Elda's helped Oscine see comforts in the little things, to cherish the small moments and see them for what they really are and can be. She's helped Cine calm down a little sometimes, left enough of a mark that the girl doesn't just rush through it all on an adrenaline rush, but instead wholly stops where she only used to slow. It's good for them, they think, to have such an easy counter. When Elda needs a laugh, Oscine can provide it. When Oscine needs a quiet listener, Elda's always ready to be there.
Character Details and Notes
- Elda's vibration or voice is aged but echoing - almost a strange whistle at times. She speaks with a tone that's almost like that of an older woman, with a kindness and soft amount of weariness. But beneath that all, there's a twinkle. Like a glass harp - or singing glasses - it sparkles with an almost ethereal tone alongside something akin to the clinking of champagne flutes. She doesn't speak much, and when she does it is a quiet and whimsical thing, but her words are always carefully chosen and catered to whom she's speaking to. Unfortunately it can make her come off as cold, or perhaps disinterested because of her self appointed silence, but she does well to hum and twinkle in that strange singing way in order to let folk know she's listening.
- Due to her mutations, Elda's size is ever shifting. She's always content to shift her size in order to be of the most comfort to who she's with - unless out on her own journey - though she'll never be the largest in the room typically unless alone with someone. She does, however, prefer to be the size of a larger ended doe typically when on her own.
- Due to her 'ravaging growth' mutation, Elda doesn't always have her entire collection of nature feature's present. When activating, her body tends to emit a humming sound much like her voice, alongside the sound of rustling leaves and clicking stones. The growth itself in a visual sense actually happens almost blossom time-lapse - quick, pretty, and a little whimsical. Please refer here for a representation of her ravaging growth (art by Archalyte).
- Though Elda doesn't have eyes, she can see the world around her, just differently. Sometimes she looks through her Oropendola, looking at the world through gold gilded lenses, but through her own vision everything almost seems to have a bloom effect, giving it a dreamy look. The reflections glitter, the dust sparkles, the plants glow with their own private song. It's a strange way to see the world, and it leads her to stand still for long periods as she combs through her vision, but perhaps it'd be a pretty sight to those who aren't used to it.
- Elda doesn't visit the Conservatory often, nor does she have a private wing within its halls. She can usually be found in flower fields, forests, or by the Wellsprings though if she's visiting - usually taking a quiet moment to herself to contemplate and rest. You're free to interact with her, but chances are her Oropendola will be doing most of the talking.
- As a creator, Elda isn't exactly one you'd be hopeful for. She isn't one to stick around after transforming something, usually leaving it to its own devices so that she may continue with her odd journey. If you want to have a relationship with her however, if you make the effort to follow her and show your commitment, she can be a fairly good mentor and a rather motherly figure. She won't, however, fight to keep you around. Typically Elda only transforms exotic or endangered species of plants or animals, but she can be pushed to curious items or truly helpless humans on the rare chance.
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