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▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Winter
▶ Temp || -10℉ (-23℃) to 55℉ (12℃)
▶ Weather || Winter has left a blanket of pristine white snow in many parts of Novus. Only Solterra remains mostly untouched by the season's frosted hold, but even the desert may feel a cold breath of wind now and then. With Winter now settled across the continent, dreams of Spring dance in the minds of many.


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"She remembers too well what it means to be free, to take her own fate from the dark places between the stars." — Calliope in Thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

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▶ Age: 502 [Year ]
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▶ Pronouns: Female [She/Her/Hers]
▶ Orientation: bloop
▶ Breed: Mutt
▶ Height: 13.2 hh hh
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▶ Joined: 01-11-2018
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Some of us can't see the stars, but we are moved by them.

Ooklah is a mutt, born of two mutts with proud heritages. On her mother's side, her lineage reaches back to the mountain ponies that thrived on and cared for Veneror Mountain long before the first pilgrims appeared. Over the ages these hardy ponies have dispersed across Novus and interbred with others, but certain traits of theirs run strong in their descendants. Ooklah's dun coloring and primitive markings come from this proud mountain race. A dark dorsal runs down her spine, splitting to shoulder bars on both sides. Her legs are a dark chocolate color to her knees, where they fade to caramel with some dark striping at the transition. Also from this pony lineage she has dark-tipped ears, a dark shaggy mane with highlights, a thick coat, and a slightly short, broad stature. From her father's mostly campolina heritage, she has long, expressive ears, a slightly convex nose, and a generally powerful and graceful body.

Ooklah has moon eyes, a pale silver-blue iris with a slightly darker blue pupil. Although she lost her sight years ago, her eyes tend to be directed toward whatever her attention is on. In company she'll often try to keep one or both eyes covered with her thick forelock, as her sightless "gaze" can be unnerving to some.

She is very afraid of bodies of water, and so she only "bathes" when it rains- and soon after she'll take advantage of the recent rain to roll in a nice mud pit. Thus a typically disheveled, messy appearance. Also due to this fear of water, she never leaves Delumine as that would require crossing the Rapax River. She prefers to keep entirely to the Illuster Meadow, although she sometimes ventures to the western edges of the Viride forest. She has not been to the Dawn Court since before her grandmother died, and prefers to keep herself entirely disconnected from the court.

The small mare carries a staff with her always. It is essentially a piece of wood with a string tied at the top and bottom so she may carry it around her neck. At the top of the staff is a small carving- of what, she does not know as she can't quite make it out by feeling at it. She mainly uses it to help navigate the forest or other new places, although it would serve well as a weapon in time of need. When she found her grandmother's dead body, the staff was resting across the old mare's chest- a farewell gift, or so it was assumed.

Lo gets around well without the staff, as she mainly keeps to the meadow which she has memorized well. Within the meadow she moves confidently, though never quickly (there is never any need). Elsewhere, she moves with great caution and often uses her telekinesis to "prod" at the space in front of her. It is only in particularly troublesome terrain that she uses the staff to feel her way forward. This use of her lesser telekinesis, with or without yielding the staff, is tiresome-- and draws her attention away from listening for trouble.
This is a fairly simple tale in which a motherless child loses her vision, and leaves society to live a simple life in the meadow, written in her own words.

My name is Ooklah, but for the last year of her life gran called me Lo. I'm pretty sure that was my mother's nickname. I never got to meet her, so I hope she doesn't mind me using her name-- I don't see why she would, seeing as she's dead and all. Gran never told me much about her... I think it hurt too much, because her voice would get all tight and the air would scrunch up like there wasn't enough of it. So I tried not to ask too many questions. See, I'm a burden, but gran took care of me for years when nobody else would, so I did my best to take care of her, too, in any way I could.

Anyway, gran started calling me that because she was starting to die, I think, and her brain was getting all scrambled up. It made me wonder if I look like my mother... I think I must, because I certainly don't look like father! He's big and tall and his voice is so low and booming my bones would shake when he was angry at me, which was almost always, for many reasons that I narrowed down into the Three Mistakes.

My first mistake was being born a girl. He likes to think he's a warrior prince or something so bloodlines and fighting mean a lot to him... but I mean come on, girls can fight too! And I would have proven that except mistake number two happened- not that long after being born, I began to lose my sight.

Oh, and before I forget! Mistake number three, which is chronologically mistake number one, was this: I killed mom on the way into this world. Or on my way out of another world, if it please you.

Well as angry as dad was for my mistakes, I sure as hell was angrier. And more than I was angry, I was sad. I don't know if it is better to be born with sight and have it taken away, or to simply be born blind. I'm pretty sure its the latter, because I am keenly aware of all I'm missing now. Sunrises, colors, the night sky... I mean I hear and smell and feel the world now, I think better than most, but I miss seeing it. Not to mention, when my eyes went bad I had to learn how to do things all over again. For a while it was hard to keep my balance, especially before I learned to use my telekinesis to feel for things in front of me. Even when I was still-- I could not sleep standing unless I wanted the ground to wake me. I'd like to think mom would have loved me anyway, but we'll never know. To my father I think I was a painful reminder of his lost love and failure as a man. He slowly distanced himself from me, and I don't blame him.

And I don't even want to get into how the other kids and even some adults treated me. I'm not saying that I didn't deserve it- I was pathetic, walking into things and falling over the smallest and largest things conveniently placed in front of me. Worse, I was weak in the land of the strong. Solterra herself is unkind to children, let alone motherless ones. I barely ate because my nursing mothers rarely had milk left after feeding their own children. I barely slept because the pain kept me up, and because I was afraid of the morning I would open my eyes to darkness.

In a way, it was better once I lost my sight completely. Half-sight was a crutch, and losing it forced me to be stronger. Around that time my grandmother came to take me away, to a place where I could learn to forage for food and medicine to help with the pain. I was not sad to leave the desert and my father and the unkind creatures I lived among. I do not hate them or bare them ill will, in fact I would love to live among them, and be strong and fight for my people. But I learned that I don't belong in society. I have little to contribute and I get in the way without realizing it.


I suppose this is where my story begins to end... well not a real ending, like a period, but an ellipsis. My nanna brought me to the plains in the Dawn kingdom, I think it is where mom's family is from. She's the one who taught me to survive here, and I will be forever grateful to her for that. There aren't too many things on the plains to bump into and nobody bothers me much. The pain in my eyes comes and goes. On days when it is bad, I venture to the edge of the forest for herbs to bring sleep, or something like it. I don't care to go much farther- there isn't much left in this world for me to see.... Get it?? Ha ha. Anyway I don't feel comfortable going far alone, its too dangerous. And alone is what I am now... Gran passed away one winter and dad never visits me. I don't think he ever will, and that's okay. I mean what would we talk about anyway?

I am Ooklah, or Lo, and I'm not very good at stories, but this is mine.

This chapter has yet to be written.
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This staff was found at the foot of gran's dead body. Its origin is a mystery, but it seems to have been carved with great care and deliberation. The body of the staff appears to be black walnut or some other dark brown wood, with textured bumps and divots up and down the shaft. At the top of the staff, the wood branches to two points. A lightweight green stone is embedded so carefully at the top, the wood almost seems to have grown around it. Strong but slender webs wrap across the top of the staff, and a small feather is tied to one of the points.

The staff is used by Ooklah primarily to help navigate uncertain terrain, but comes in handy as a weapon if she encounters unsavory characters or hungry beasties.

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