User:Iridessa

This page describes a character who is dead or retired from Hollow.

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Please note: This article is hugely under construction. I haven't sorted out a lot of the finer details for Iridessa yet, but have much of the basics down.

Character Profile

Basic Stats

Full Name: Iridessa Luma Lunario
Nicknames: Dess, Dessa
Age: Uncertain, appears between 17 and 20 years old.
Race: Wolven Lycan; presumably born one
Class: Scholarly Druid
Eye Color: Pale Aqua; seems to shift more blue to more green
Hair/Fur Color: Light Blonde

Character History

Origin: The Foundling

She couldn't recall anything before the woods. Instinctively she was aware the trees weren't quite dense enough for a true forest, but there was no clearly marked path to indicate civilization either. It was getting dark as she wandered aimlessly, a vagrant child with wild blonde locks marred and matted by dirt and sticky red that stank of copper. A loose, overly large tunic hung from her skinny frame, skin light and sparsely dusted with freckles beneath a layer of grime. Pale aqua eyes shifted across the unfamiliar surroundings, seemingly in a daze as some sign of society finally showed itself.

The child stumbled into the garden of the isolated cottage in the woods, tripping over a cabbage and landing with a thud in the dirt. A lantern suddenly glowed to life within the small abode, a crabby voice lashing out as the door slammed open, "Oh no ye don', pesky thin'! I 'bout annuff uh ye brats thieving' ways! Ye wan food? Ye coom when I werk, an ye pay er werk yerself!"

Though the loud woman was hunched and arthritic, she still cut an imposing figure. The child thought she could cause a fair bit of pain with the knotted, gnarled walking stick she carried. Crouching behind a large vegetable of some sort, she tried to hide, until some deep feeling urged her forward, telling her the angry woman would do no harm. Trembling the waif crept into the lantern light, cringing as the woman gasped, setting the lamp down roughly and sweeping forward at her.

"Gracious me! Yer no' more'n a wee sprig, are ye?" After a few moments fussing and a faux reluctance on the old woman's part, the child was ushered into the cottage. A brief examination showed the blood in her hair was not from any wounds of her own. A note was found loosely bound to her neck.

After bathing the girl, dressing, feeding, and putting her to bed. The woman read the hastily scrawled note. It explained in blood smudged text that the child's name was Iridessa Luma Lunario. The girl's mother had been injured, though she failed to specify how, and was certain she would die. Only out of desperation had she risked leading her killers to her daughter, sending the child fleeing for a safe haven and caretaker.

The words seemed abruptly cut off, as though the assailants had interrupted. Sadly, the woman looked to where the girl slept, "Poor Lass. Alone in all the world, hmm? Ole Ma Oakes is too...aye, she'll take care uh ye."

And so Iridessa grew up raised by Ma Oakes, who taught her healing and the values of nature in life's grand scheme. Not long after coming into Oakes' care, Iridessa surprised the druid woman by revealing her lycan form. It only made the old woman love her more.

Being old and human...or maybe a tallish hobbit, it was never really clear, Ma Oakes eventually grew ill and passed on, leaving Dessa alone once more. However, one final lesson was left in her wake. She told her ward that learning was an endless process, and that a cottage in the woods only had so much to teach. The world was a much greater classroom.

With this in mind, the young lycan set off to learn all she could, to make her mother figure proud. Eventually she found herself in Hollow.

Time In Hollow

The way things have been since coming to Hollow.