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Mar. 6th, 2024 01:42 amCotton Cookie
The elderly Camelia Cotton- often known simply as Cotton, Grandma Cotton, and even 'Ms. Cookie' given her habit of baking- is a warm sight at Courtsheart. She hobbles about between her classes and checks in with most that she knows, often asking about their evening before going on her way. A dilligent student, she spends much of her free time either baking in the kitchens, or knitting near a fire. Her patience knows no bounds, and her sense of humor seems suitably dark for one hailing from the far North- it seems the Blue Court suits her.
The rooms Cotton calls her own are simple, as are all Novice bedrooms. Entering the room one can see the bed, which is neatly made and typically uncurtained. At the side with the writing desk and bookshelf there are signs of some use, but it is clear Cotton spends most studying time within the libraries and classrooms; it is easier to have one weigh in on her work, and to weigh in on other's works that way.
The other end with the wardrobe and dressing area is simple- the screen is constantly unfolded, as Cotton finds it troublesome to be constantly putting it away, and she often uses the chair there to simply knit in during the evenings. In the attached washroom there is kept a chair for in her shower, though she looks forward to no longer needing it. Cotton often leaves her entire room unlocked, with the exception being when she is in it- if one knocks, she'll typically let them in. Often struggles not to call those around her 'dear', as she's more used to being the eldest in the room.
The rooms Cotton calls her own are simple, as are all Novice bedrooms. Entering the room one can see the bed, which is neatly made and typically uncurtained. At the side with the writing desk and bookshelf there are signs of some use, but it is clear Cotton spends most studying time within the libraries and classrooms; it is easier to have one weigh in on her work, and to weigh in on other's works that way.
The other end with the wardrobe and dressing area is simple- the screen is constantly unfolded, as Cotton finds it troublesome to be constantly putting it away, and she often uses the chair there to simply knit in during the evenings. In the attached washroom there is kept a chair for in her shower, though she looks forward to no longer needing it. Cotton often leaves her entire room unlocked, with the exception being when she is in it- if one knocks, she'll typically let them in. Often struggles not to call those around her 'dear', as she's more used to being the eldest in the room.
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appearance
Somewhat hunched, though her recovering health on the path to vampirism seems to be lessening this feature. Cotton has a soft voice and a gentle presence, dressing in warm and full dresses with shawls she often knits for herself. She's a very stout old woman, whose face shows her age, but she often wears a smile no matter the situation. At first blush, Cotton seems to express the same amount of kindness to everyone- close fellows will note however, that she often puts a little extra details in her work for those she's fond of. Her eye color bleed forms rings.
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Born to a small village in the far, far north of Blue Court's territory, Camelia Cotton lived in a place where winters were long, and people were scarce. Her village banded together in a group emphasizing the benefits of cooperation and community for the sake of survival, a thing that Cotton would grow to live by.
Despite the frigidity of the region, her village would specialize in sheep trade- wool, meat, and even dairy were provided by the sheep, and Cotton would spend much of her life dangerously keeping watch over these sheep in a place where wolves were a real and great threat. Perhaps more than even the vampiric 'nightmares' they told old traditional tales about.
To that end, Cotton would be among the luckiest shepherds, and became beloved by her community for her kindness and caring. She would in particular make use of her free time to help others- one such person being a constantly ill boy close to her age, who the village could only make comfortable as they awaited the end. News of this boy apparently reached the court of Silver however- and so Cotton would come to her friend's home in time to watch as he was beguiled and led astray into the snow.
Rather than hide away or run in fear, Cotton would follow her friend until the Silver Vampire drawing him away took notice. Preparing for an inevitable casualty, the vampire would be pleasantly surprised when Cotton's only request was permission to say goodbye to her friend; a human mercy, but one that would not hinder their own desires. Cotton bid her friend farewell, and from there spent many, many years living a quiet and relatively peaceful life. She would outgrow her task of shepherding, watching and mentoring others in the field- often finding herself faced with their deaths in the process. Rather than marry and begin her own family, she would weather the unforgiving winters by instead helping with the children of others whilst their parents worked. Helping to cook, helping to create clothing, and so on.
This would persist for many years- until finally, just when it seemed she would be approaching her end, the Blue Court arrived at their tiny village with a sack of feathers for their Lottery. As was required, all would draw from the sack- and Cotton would draw out a White feather.
Arriving at the Castle, Camelia Cotton would thus step forward into an unexpected form of 'an end', one quite different to what she expected of her coming year or so. After all- this 'end' would bring forward a 'Beginning.'
Despite the frigidity of the region, her village would specialize in sheep trade- wool, meat, and even dairy were provided by the sheep, and Cotton would spend much of her life dangerously keeping watch over these sheep in a place where wolves were a real and great threat. Perhaps more than even the vampiric 'nightmares' they told old traditional tales about.
To that end, Cotton would be among the luckiest shepherds, and became beloved by her community for her kindness and caring. She would in particular make use of her free time to help others- one such person being a constantly ill boy close to her age, who the village could only make comfortable as they awaited the end. News of this boy apparently reached the court of Silver however- and so Cotton would come to her friend's home in time to watch as he was beguiled and led astray into the snow.
Rather than hide away or run in fear, Cotton would follow her friend until the Silver Vampire drawing him away took notice. Preparing for an inevitable casualty, the vampire would be pleasantly surprised when Cotton's only request was permission to say goodbye to her friend; a human mercy, but one that would not hinder their own desires. Cotton bid her friend farewell, and from there spent many, many years living a quiet and relatively peaceful life. She would outgrow her task of shepherding, watching and mentoring others in the field- often finding herself faced with their deaths in the process. Rather than marry and begin her own family, she would weather the unforgiving winters by instead helping with the children of others whilst their parents worked. Helping to cook, helping to create clothing, and so on.
This would persist for many years- until finally, just when it seemed she would be approaching her end, the Blue Court arrived at their tiny village with a sack of feathers for their Lottery. As was required, all would draw from the sack- and Cotton would draw out a White feather.
Arriving at the Castle, Camelia Cotton would thus step forward into an unexpected form of 'an end', one quite different to what she expected of her coming year or so. After all- this 'end' would bring forward a 'Beginning.'
