Nevan Ebony

[Nevan Ebony]

Tainted Queen of Thorns.

- - - NEVAN oleander EBONY née SHELKE
"Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?"

&. ALIAS: Little Empress, Doll, Little Miss, Nevvie

&. AGE: Fourteen

&. GENDER: Female

&. SEXUALITY: Heterosexual – but would you really go there?

&. STATUS: Married




☆ Compassion && Kindness
☆ Manners && Grace
☆ Tricky && Benevolent
☆ Sweet && Childish
☆ Honest && Steadfast




★ Naïve && Accepting
★ Insane && Temperamental
★ Silent && Apathetic
★ Listless && Dreamy
★ Shy && Absent-Minded




✓ Blind Silence
✓ Power with a Purpose
✓ Birdsong
✓ Solitary Confinement
✓ Praised Existence




✕ Abandonment
✕ Liars && Mimes
✕ Silent Movies
✕ Dolls && Toys
✕ Social Climbers




♡ Her magic drives her mad, madder than the Hatter and faster than the Rabbit, and keeps her mind split in half.
♡ Is nothing more than a puppet with power.
♡ Has nothing in her room but a chair and a harp.




» Concert harp
» Black silk blindfold

• True-name: Asura bin Tayledraeni.
  
• Caste: Royal.
  
• Species: Peri.
  
• Magical Attribute: Powerful burst.
  

Appearance: Dainty as a doll, this fae is known for her flowing pale golden locks and brilliant sky blue eyes. They say her skin is pale as the clouds and her bones as frail as a bird’s, wondrous swan wings glamoured down to cherubic size. She stands a mere four feet and eleven inches from the ground, brilliant hair reaching just shy of her elbows. When Nevan walks it is said that the sky follows, all pale morning hues captivated behind a light fog that kisses her slender body with a dewy shine. She wears her dresses without backs, can’t bear to have those feathers hindered by fabric for longer than it takes to cut a pair of slots and flap the tender limbs free. Nevan is a dove among the crows, frail when everyone else is strong, a tender spot of light amidst the darkness. But there is a soft sort of hatred in her lines, too well defined hips and kissable lips that smack of something carnal, and it doesn’t take long to know that this china doll is anything but harmless.

Magic: Occhio di Saraswati – Air is a flighty thing, an element prone to gossip and tittle-tattle over everything, and forgets just as soon as it has told the other three Winds the tale. Nevan stands in the middle, a magical node where the winds meet, a veritable dumping ground of the things the air has seen. She can see it when she looks out the corner of her eye, when her spoon is too shiny or the mirror faces her. The winds slide off her eyes and various other capably reflective surfaces, bounce back and drown her in the moments of up to ten minutes prior. Her control over this power is shutting it off or amplifying the ‘memory’ with another wind to gain sound, a process that takes her the better part of the day and lies in a harp melody, but otherwise the images she sees are completely random. Nevan has been heard to liken this to someone else rapidly changing channels on the television that is her eyes, until eventually she likes a channel enough to steal the remote for five minutes.




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