Ostara Sola

Ostara Sola

Biographical information
A small town of no importance 25 years The Flooded Forest of Dreams
Physical description
Bridge of the Dead.
Dream weaver.
Female
Political information
Memory Collector
Out-of-character information
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Ostara is the product of a coffin birth and as such, she lives constantly between the veil of life and death. Born with gifts of darkness, light and death, she was feared by the village in which she was born. Abandoned by her father as a young child, she was raised within the temple of the Sola Sisters where she was taught how to protect herself from the dead and demonic. The realm of dreams is the only place she gets relief from the forces that hound her. Each soul she crosses leaves behind a fragment of themselves, usually their most horrific memory which replaces a piece of her. As such, Ostara is slowly losing her mind and can be quite erratic.


Appearance

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Eyes: Symbolizing her ability to see beyond the veil of life and death, Ostara was born with a mismatched gaze. Her right eye is a pale pastel blue hidden behind an milky film that misleads people into believing she has limited vision or partial blindness. The left is a black abyss of darkness, devoid of light and color.
Fashion:
Ostara is very rarely seen without a crescent moon painted on her forehead, between her eyes. (Sketched in gold, silver or black). This is the ‘key’ or ‘gateway’ to her dreamscape.
Around her wrists and ankles are silver bands, engraved with protective runes and mystic symbols. The coils are not able to be removed without causing Ostara great physical and psychological damage.
Her throat is decorated with some of her most prized memories. Trinkets hang on chains or looped onto chord, an odd assortment of items that encompass both the macabre and the mundane. (A vial of tears, a curled eyelash, a tendril of hair, buttons and shards of chipped bone are just some of the charms that can be glimpsed)

Hair: Ostara’s mess of braids and dreadlocks come in a variety of different hues forming a medley of colours ranging from silver, white and grey to burgundy, black and earth toned browns. Born with silvery blonde hair, the different shades were accumulated slowly as with each soul she helps cross, physical characteristics are stained upon her. These thickly woven strands are almost always decorated with brightly coloured string, beads and tiny silver bells.

Complexion/Scars: Bone white. Her alabaster skin is as pale as death itself and rippled with the scars left by her former lovers. These marks are often requested by the woman herself in order to add to her collection of memories.

Skills and Abilities

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Death associated skills

Ostara acts as a bridge for the dead, a channel through which they can cross to the other side. She can assist the lost and tethered in this way however for each soul that passes through her, she loses a piece of herself. In order to leave behind their burdens and anguish, Ostara absorbs each spirit’s pain and trauma, reliving their life experiences and taking on their negative memories until they are free to pass unencumbered. As an effect, Ostara is left with one fragment of each soul, usually their most horrific memory or sin though physical and behavioral traits can also be left behind. (This is why her hair is multicolored) Unfortunately, these foreign memories are slowly replacing her own, triggering bouts of insanity and delusion in which Ostara has no ability to recognize how to separate her own recollections from that of strangers. This process is not pleasant and is often extremely painful.

Identity dysphoria- Ostara has the ability to temporarily ‘borrow’ the faces of the dead. This is often an illusion/chameleon technique that allows her to disguise herself when needed or to toy with those that have angered her.

Soul traveling- Ostara can completely immerse herself in the realm of the dead/slip through layers of existence though she can never be fully present within the world of the living in the same way as she can with the other side. The safest way to accomplish soul travel is to separate from her body (which goes into a catatonic state) however she can manifest both her physical and spiritual self beyond the veil though this comes with greater risk as damage can be sustained to her body through attack/negative effects of being immersed for too long. When traveling from place to place in this way, she must use her physical form as well if she wants to move locations otherwise she will “wake” wherever her body is.

Body Possession- Ostara can allow a spirit to inhabit her body for a brief period of time.

Manifestations/Incantations of the dead- Ostara can summon the souls of the dead into physical form by drawing on the elements of her surroundings. The incantations are crafted out of the environment. (Example: In a desert scenario, the apparitions are made out of sand, rock and soil.) These reanimated souls are virtually indestructible as their form revolves around constant moving particles that are not of solid flesh and blood, their limbs can pierce and shred through not only flesh and bone but more sturdier constructions.

Touch of sight- Ostara can expose others to the world beyond the veil through touch though doing so often leads to unpredictable consequences as the living are not built to withstand the realm of the dead.Whilst Ostara can control and manipulate what the person sees/experiences to an extent, this power often comes about without her meaning it.(Often, she may lose control of it during intimate encounters and the other person is plunged into darkness without a barrier of protection which sends them insane, kills them or it warps their morality and normal associations into the perverse, shaping them into a monster)

Demise/Trauma Divination- Ostara’s left and colourless eye can be dangerous if not fatal if one stares for too long into it. Often triggered accidentally, the emerald speck that appears in its center should be avoided unless one wishes to be confronted with their own demise, or their worst memory. Being faced with these usually causes insanity. In contrast, her blue eye is capable of reflecting back to the viewer their deepest desires and images of a world removed from the grief of losing their loved ones to death, showing them a fantasy of what might have been had they’re their loved ones lived.

Personality

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Biography & Lore

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The product of a coffin birth, Ostara was born from death, the unborn fetus expelled from her mother’s womb hours after her burial had taken place and the unfortunate pregnant woman had been laid to rest. It was by sheer luck that the lonely caretaker of the old cemetery had heard her distant cries from beneath the freshly turned soil as she slipped into darkness. A coffin death was rare in itself but for a child to survive such a thing? Unheard of, impossible. Except, that is what happened. From that moment on, Ostara was destined to walk between the veil of life and death, stuck between two worlds yet belonging to neither. Mortal eyes were never meant to glimpse the things that Ostara was exposed to from the moment she drew breath.

Specters and demonic forces plagued the child from infancy for she was a beacon of light in their otherwise dark world and slowly, the girl was driven to the brink of madness by the time she was barely old enough to walk. The people of her village, her father included, were terrified of the child whose birth was considered unholy, an affront to the natural order. It was not just the fact that Ostara had been born to a corpse that frightened the township but also that the girl had been pulled from the grave with a caul covering the left side of her face and such a thing had long been attributed to witches and dark forces.

Her strange appearance only served seemingly as confirmation to these beliefs, the darkness of her left eye whispered to be the mark of the devil himself while the right was discomforting, pale blue blinking from a milky cloud. Who wouldn’t be afraid of such a child? A girl who held whispered conversations with the walls, who tore chunks of her own hair from her scalp, who had to be restrained each night to save her from wandering into the dark forest, raving about floating white lights singing and calling her into night. More unnerving still was the way she seemed to know the secrets of those that mocked and taunted her, using her words as weapons

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