From Solitary Confinement to Life

[*Barmy Sod]

Basic Information
Name: Coristia
Aliases: Barmy
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 19
Profession: Namer of Bleak Cabal
Languages: Common, Sigil Cant, ?
Accent: The common Sigilian accent.

Physical Information
Height: Average
Weight: Average
Body build: Slim, in fit condition.
Skin type: Soft and silky, her skin is tender and well kept.
Hair style: Short and self-cut. While it is rather crude hairstyle, it seems to fit her demeanor oddly well.
Scars: On the outside she seems to have no scars what so ever.
Tattoos: A large tattoo framing her back with a razorvine and on her lower center back there's a three flowers, middle one larger than two others.
Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Pale silver with hue of blue. [b]Eyes:[/b] Deep azure. [b]Skin:[/b] Pale, never been under sun. [/li]

Mental Information
View of world: She views the world as scary and dangerous place, a playground of sort to her.
Philosophy: There's no meaning to life, yet there's no reason to do nothing either. Make your own meaning.
Deity/Beliefs: Demons.
Personality:

[u]Curious[/u] [i]She is infinitely curious about most things, having lived most of her life in closed doors she knows hardly nothing.[/i] [u]Skittish[/u] [i]She is easily frightened by other people, societies and mostly anything that is normal, yet she is at ease amidst gruesome scenes.[/i] [u]Traumatized[/u] [i]Her past has lead her to have dangerously deep trauma that haunts her regularly and nags the very edges of her sanity.[/i] [u]Quirky[/u] [i]Her mood and means shifts frequently, she can change from chipper to annoyed quick which can be nightmare to anyone nearby.[/i] [u]Unstable[/u] [i]Her past leads her mentality to be unstable at best. In her small world there's no one, but herself that is important or worth a thought. Well save few rare exceptions.[/i] [u]Mentally Under Developed[/u] [i]As she has lived in a solitary, she hasn't got to mature mentally on most parts of her life and at times she still acts very much like a child.[/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: She wears almost always nature white gown and on her side dangles a set of rapiers. Dirt and blood is not unfrequent sight after any travels on her gown where it sticks very visibly. Hidden in her sash pouch there is a symbol of flaming bird (a phoenix figurine), and a fingerbone (finger of lich) of apparent humanoid. A device of roughly size of human head, no it's not head (Explosive device). A white mask inside a container (Fiendish mask). Small Statue of Coristia and Aeron holding hands together.
Jewelry: She loves to collect pretty jewelry, and regularly changes to show them around.
Habbits/hobbies: None currently.
General Health: Physically she's in good condition. Mentally she's broken, unstable and under developped.
Favorite Drink: ?
Weaknesses: Spoilers
- She is afraid of people. And perhaps good that it is so, since she just might kill anyone for smallest of reasons in her unstable mind.
- Her past leads her to be extremely uncomfortable with men and especially their touch. (Before you shake your head disapprovingly, reason is revealed in story below, and it doesn't make her lesbian!)
- She is naive also, amongst all other things. Having lived indoors her entire life she hardly knows anything outside Gatehouse, even most of Sigil is mystery to her. /Spoilers






In the Gatehouse

Warning: Gruesome content

"Coristia, tell me again what happened right before you were brought here?" said one of the Bleak Cabal that had been studying and treating her all these years. She hated her. She remained quiet, pursing her lip. The Bleaker encouraged her "It is alright, you're safe here... it's for your own good." Coristia sighed and nodded. She didn't want to remember... but if it helped her, perhaps it was for the best to remember, she thought...

Coristia started to speak, her eyes got a glassy glimmer to them and she withdraw her consciousness deep within as she started to state from her memory in third person; "She was enjoying her seventh birthday, her parents were there, she smiled. There was a knock on the door. She didn't care. Why didn't she care?" her tone blaming, but she continued "Three men came inside. They shouted. She was scared. She didn't understand them, but she saw they were angry. Her mother took her away. She heard a loud scream of pain. The voice was her fathers. She screamed back. Her mother told her to hide in the closet. She didn't want to leave her, but she was afraid. The men came to the room. Slice. Cut. Stab. Her mother screamed in pain. She looked at her in terror. She wanted to scream. She couldn't hold it back. The men noticed her."

Her tone changes to slightly trembling and her eyes shift around rapidly, but she continues speaking "They pulled her out. Stripped her. Took her to bed with them. She begged for mercy. She was held down. The pain filled her. Again and again. She wanted it to end. She wanted them to stop. She prayed. She screamed and she swore curse. The prayer was heard. The men were in pain now. The dark figure tossed them aside. She watched. And she enjoyed. She was given a dagger to bring justice by her own hand. She stabbed them. She stabbed and enjoyed. The warm thick liquid that is called blood poured to her hands. She grinned and screamed. Sh-"

A hand on her shoulder stopped her and she looked at the Bleaker that looked back into her tear filled eyes. "Coristia... you were found alone amidst five corpses... there were no traces of others. Your father was found by the killers with the dagger on his hands. Do you remember?" Coristias eyes trempled rapidly of the revelation she had heard before already, her mind disagreed, but it had been told for years already, she wasn't certain... her hands jumped to cover her face and she screamed again "I WASN'T ALONE! IT WAS THERE! THE BRINGER OF JUSTICE!" the screaming continued and she was dragged forcefully back to her solitary containment cell. Even there alone she swinged on her sitting position back and forth muttering repeatedly "I wasn't alone..."

She wasn't sure, but it was only thing she had to hold on...

[*Barmy Sod]

*Coristia being unable to write, read and count she is unable to write journal, but instead she has a liking of making scetch book of recent things she has seen*

[color=green]This caption shows a dark skinned figure with white hair, wearing black shades. A smirk on his face as he looks to far left in distance. The background is made with warm colors and on the floor there's the few religious signs she knows of drawn as torn and shattered on ground.[/color] [color=crimson]This shows a caption of angry elderly man pointing towards the observer while shouting something hateful. The green shield he has on left hand has picture of a naked woman. Background deep red and crimson giving it a feeling of imminent danger.[/color] [color=silver]This is a caption of a floating half-celestial, half-elf with a comical twiddling of thumbs around each other, her tongue between lips with a concentrated, yet mirthful expression on face. The figure is pale and absent of color, and wearing clothing and socks similarly pale. On the background there is what seems like a ship floating on air, though it's multiple times drawn and erased.[/color] [color=orange]A picture which shows elf female with a stag horned helmet on, she has confident expression as her right hand rests on her hip, while her right arm seems to be turning to a tree branch which she holds just beyond her face. On the background there's a raptor, but also mixture of different colors and unspecific figures. A blue background with a begging and desperate figure. A red background with a demanding figure. Finally a multicoloured corner with caption of a figure that seems uncertain.[/color] [color=purple]A picture she draws has a slender humanoid figure with blue skin, the hair is radiant copper. It is facing towards the background. The humanoid offers its hand in a helpful gesture towards the background. On the skin of the figure can be seen several drops of blood. The background captions blood spotted corpses and a small girl with a dagger. Despite the backgrounds gore, the immediate surrounding of the figure has a radiant white and hopeful aura.[/color] [color=gold]The last picture contains a large hulking figure, ogre, the other hand extends towards flying butterflies while the other hand holds a chunk of red meat that has scales on other side and just taking bite of the said chunk. The ogre has a kind expression on his face. On hilt can be seen a dark blade with electric sparks coming out of it. On the background there's a orange shaded forest with a snake with crosses as eyes to resemble it being dead. Few chunks of it has been cut off.[/color] [/li]

[*Barmy Sod]

*few new captions are added to her scetchbook*

[color=olive]This drawing captions dark haired slender woman with duckish-feets, she has inviting smile on her face, her right hand holds eyeline covering mask hovering on her nose, while her left arm extends to the back left presenting a warm and well lit room. On the room stands dark haired man facing opposite direction, hands on beltline. Overall theme of the picture seems quite positive and welcoming.[/color] [color=tomato]On this picture there is a running robed man with a coy grin looking into a diamond clutched on his left palm. His right hand seems to be in middle of transformation to a hulkish green large hand. On the background there's a scythe wielding skeleton seemingly covering the retreat from what seems to be unspecific large horned fiend with a grasp on a small woman with dark hair trying to reach towards the running man with a helpless expression on face.[/color] [color=cyan]This image captions a golem which lacks many physical parts of body, but are replaced with purple energy beams. The golem is backwards in the picture with its head however facing the viewer, its arms folded. On the background there is the Gatehouse garden, and not far from the golem there is the familiar winged elf figure, once more twiddling thumbs around each other for some reason.[/color] [/li]

[*Barmy Sod]

*more captions are added to her sketchbook*

[color=thistle]This caption holds a male tiefling with short horns and short taken care of black hair, he has a friendly demeanor and on the background there is impressive selection of shiny jewelry and dresses. The tiefling is practically presenting the said selection with his arms welcoming the viewer.[/color] [color=teal]This caption holds a small female figure in green suit of leather, sitting on wall of her height, she has a toothy grin while holding a silvery mirror on one hand and open palm extended towards the viewer as if expectantly for a price or trade. Overall image gives out a rather friendly demeanor of the figure. On her back there is a new looking short sword.[/color] [color=Turquoise]The last added caption is of a huge orc-ish looking being being lifted by roughly four times smaller figure. The small figure is non-descriptive and seems ludicruous while lifting the huge figure. The large figure has a friendly expression and serene on face, and despite the heavy armoring it has a small tea steaming tea cup held elegantly on his right hand. On left hand there's a bald feather winged gray plushie figure. Around the large figure seems to orbit a green gem.[/color] [/li]

[*Barmy Sod]

*few more sketches added*

[color=magenta]This picture shows a man with a relatively stylish hat, sitting in a chair while leaning on table and expressing a warm gesture at a free chair by his side with a smile on his face. A stylish facial nuzzle goes by his chin. The background seems to be relatively casual Sigil streets, one small detail is placed on background which seems like a flaming bird.[/color] [color=red]An elf male is shown in this picture. He stands calmly presenting a flaming bow at his side. Expression on this elves face is one of smug.[/color] [color=gray]A black skinned male elf with red eyes having a black headband. A smile is shown in his face in the picture, and a slight quirk of eyebrow. Overall the theme seems welcoming and warm.[/color] [color=orange]A human male with fuzzy hair holding two a short sword on one hand, and a wand on the other which is pointed at the one watching the picture. On his face coy smirk. A whirling energy seems to surround the man in picture, and on the belt there's several wands. Background appears to be a sickly green swamp.[/color] [color=navy]A blue skinned female tiefling with large red horns and black shades is depicted in this. She is twirling a circlet on her hands with studying expression as she looks at it. Though her expression also has a hint of "higher than thou" within it.[/color] [/li]

[*Barmy Sod]

*once more a set of sketches is added*

[color=olive]This caption shows a pair, one that is a human with purple attire, even purple lensed shades, he stands in "hero posture", legs spreaded and hands on hips with his gaze high. The other one is a tanned female with long well taken care of hair, she has a bright expression of laughter as she claps at the other person. Lastly on the picture comes out a single hand from the lower part of picture which seems a feminine hand with white glove on, on the palm of the hand there's purple lensed shades.[/color] [color=green]A caption of a woman with blonde hair and elegant dress, she has glasses on, and on her right hand she has a quill, she seems to be writing in a book she holds with left hand. Her expression seems like friendly smile. Background seems filled with books.[/color] [/li]

[*Barmy Sod]

*once more, sketches are added to her book*

[color=crimson]A picture of a humanoid is sketched, whom is half female elf, half apparent male undead with rotting and decaying bodyparts - made in manner it'd seem she/he is in middle of transformation. he/she points at side with the undead hand, however one of the fingers is missing. The eye sockets are soulless and cold. The figure is surrounded with gigantic red aura of pure arcane energy. The picture is depicted in hateful manner, lots of spiky corners and angry colors.[/color] [color=teal]A caption of group of people. A blonde man in a pyjama-like gown with red cloak seems to be holding up with two hands a tiny round metal coin. His expression seems puzzled. Next to him is a halfelf with purple hair and purple shades, with pained expression and seemingly drawing his hand away while also leaning away of the first mans held up coin. From the coin emits a short sparkling string that leads to the fingers of this half-elf. On the background there seems to be a kobold, gargoyle, tanned woman in elegant white gown wearing turban and lastly a man in blue suit, black shades and black hair.[/color] [/li]

[*Barmy Sod]

*a couple of more sketches are added*

[color=blue]This picture captions a figure which seems mixture of a elf and fiend, though the body elf dominant features, she has a tail slinging behind her back, two glowing eyes and large distinguishable horns. Wearing rather scantily of impressive design. Her posture seems elegant and important.[/color] [color=cyan]This picture captions a half-elf female holding two right hand out, and on below comes out a female hand, they both seem to have two fingers pointed out. The half-elves expression seems encouraging and kind, although a hint of pity can be seen on it.[/color] [color=olive]A gelatinous cube which has a coin producing flames and smoke above it is captioned ot the picture, on the side it seems to nearly explode with the stretch.[/color] [color=red]The entire caption seems to have crimson sky, two groups standing in cobblestoned streets, the background somehow emitting imminent danger. The other group standing heavily armed, on the point a man in blue, black hair and black shades pointing at the crowd with angry expression. The other group unarmed, though equally angry seeming... what distinguishes this picture of all the others is that everyones eyes are replaced with a red crosses.[/color] [/li]

[*Barmy Sod]

The fear of Coristia fed her anger each passing moment, she awaited in the dwelling hole called subconscious of Coristia, and it took nothing more than a single snap of trigger, the pain and fear released her. She finally got to look at the world with the eyes of malice, it had been long time, again she had to save the puny girl from trouble. A man with white hair tried to revive the painful memories of Coristia... but Coristia was no longer present.

She taunted the man and drew rapier out, slashing and thrusting with intent to kill, causing the man to back away of the tormented mind. The lullaby she had used to comfort Coristia started on her lips, hollow and dark, yet soft rhytm kept the pace in eerie combination Don't worry child... don't you fear at all... your father died, so you may live... don't you worry child... we will kill them all

She followed with confident strutting at the mans steps, grin of sheer pleasure of turmoil flashed to her lips, she kept slashing and thrusting, forcing the man with Raven pendant to retreat, his words gone invain to ears that didn't listen. He had to die... the hollow tune lingered We can't forget... and we can't forgive... it is meant to be... don't worry child... don't you fear at all... we will kill them all - there! an opening the tormented mind finally spotted and made a single thrust towards the chest.

The man dodged it, though a scratch on his chest - but too late, he stumbled towards a fence, no backing away now. The tormented mind took step closer ready to strike, but then.. words she could not hear from the man... a sudden aching pain on her forehead... Coristia waking up already?! She could hear the rapier falling to the floor with loud metallic tune, now both her hands on her forehead... she darted her hateful glare at the man Reven.. I like you, I'll kill you last. ..a yelp that exhaled from Coristia, whimper and the internal struggle fell to a draw. Darkness swept them and she was unconscious, head striking to the hard ground with full weight and slight bloodied spot on the back of her head appeared... she was taken to her own quarters for resting at the Gatehouse, seeing the dreams she had always seen, seeing the nightmares that had always haunted her.

[*Barmy Sod]

*several new sketches are added to the book she uses as "journal"*

[color=navy]This sketch shows a black skinned elf with white hair and red eyes, leaning to a comfortable red booth with one of his legs on the seat and another stretched out comfortably. He is holding on his left hand a glass of untransparent red liquid, which he seems to offer towards the picture. The expression on the drow seems slightly distant and thoughtful as if talking out of memory.[/color] [color=gold]This picture captions a rather large breasted female elf in scant lingerie-like gown, by the side of this elf is one large blue orb which seems to be orbited by three smaller blue orbs. The Orb seems to have been erased and remade several times, and now seems like a simple expression is added with a higher than though lips and eyes, although one might realize the will'o'wisps has none per say, which even makes it rather ludicruous fit in the image. The elf on other hand seems like giving an order to the will'o'wisp with a strong posture and pointed hand downwards on the light show.[/color] [color=crimson]A white haired man with a raven symbol and raven black outfit is on this caption, unlike the other pictures, something seems wrong in this one. At first it'd seem like the picture was drawn like any other, only red crosses were added on top of the eyes seemingly later, and a short red line over the throat.[/color] [color=red]A woman, chest being only indication, in pure red gown with white expressionless mask that seems to be offering a rose with clutching left hand, on the bottom bit of the hand dripping thick red liquid, blood. On the right hand she seems to offer a blue gown. A relentless stare from the mask with no eyes gives a slight disturbing feel to the sketch.[/color] [color=purple]As another addon there is a table on which sits four figures, on the background a man with a servant gown and carrying a tray on both hands with several drinks and what seems beef and bread, coming towards the table. On table there sits an elderly looking man with a staff leaning to the table next to him, then a blonde man with strong features, yet serene expression next to him a folded red cloth. Then comes a woman with medium length brown hair, a gold coloured helmet with four spikes dangling on table with a chainmail. Lastly comes a serene all pale elf with wings folded on shoulders palm open in the air in what seems like pair of dice falling towards the table from the opened palm, the numbers towards the viewers are 3 and 5.[/color] [color=cyan]And the last addon captions a rather indistinguishable female with horns, bat-like wings, scant outfit, her skin a hue of tan-to-red, tail flipping from side to side. She is kneeling before a pale white elf with feathery wings whom has hands on the apparent fiends forehead and cheek and a soft shimmer of blue light emitting from the finger tips, the winged elf seems to have a comforting expression.[/color] [/li]

"Listen to your heart, you'll know when the right time is." said Zilvai in soft tone. Coristia ran through the same line over her head over and over, a puzzle she couldn't solve. She groaned her frustration in her private quarters and tossed the book of sketches to her bed and pouted.

"But it only says bump bump bump.." mmh.. *she hummed a thoughtful hum* "Or..." *she thought* "bomb bomb bom?" *a thoughtful expression... then sighed and ruffled her own hair and sighed shaking her head*