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Main Base: The Land (Pariah Bay)
Name: Aisling Grey
Nicknames: Birdy, the Grey Goose (among Rats, eg. "the Grey Goose that lays the golden eggs")
Role: Citizen (some Rat ties)
Character Pitch: Aisling was born a younger heiress of a Floater House - or at least its cadet line. Born above the Placenta, hers was a privileged existence surrounded by servant automatons, with naught to do but marry well and not disgrace the House. Yet Aisling was curiosity itself, and was responsible for disassembling more than one of her family's mechanical aides in the name of research. Though expensive, the prestige of a successful tinkerer in the family meant this hobby was tolerated and through some training from other Sky-born tinkerers was nursed into a true passion. Aisling became known for her charming little bird-automata that flew and sang, and her House sometimes gave these delightful little gifts to their counterparts at suitable soirees.
Restless and impatient, the budding young tinkerer was not satisfied to rest on her laurels (or interested in seeking to profit from her creations) and fixed on the mystery of the Puppeteer and The Doll. Determined to repeat his greatest creation, she began a series of experiments aimed to create automatons of fluid grace and living temperament, beings that would stand astride the divide between the living and the merely animate. Securing the required ingredients was not cheap, and after a long string of failures her family refused to fund her experiments further - urging her to return to the pretty bird-automata she did so well.
Sensing her progress, Aisling agreed but secretly continued, borrowing the funds from her family's accounts. This went on for almost a year until it was discovered that "Birdy" was still continuing her experiments and her family confronted her in an intervention. Somehow her laboratory exploded in the heat of the argument, leaving her the sole survivor of her line. In the investigation that followed her peculation came to light and blame for the incident inevitably settled around her neck. Aisling escaped criminal charges through a combination of lack of evidence and the senior branch of the family using their council seat to avoid scandal, but she was expelled from the family under an assumed surname and exiled to The Land with a single purse of funds to her name and the clothes on her back.
The benign who know of her plight are convinced the explosion was a tragic accident caused by a young lady playing with forces she didn't understand, but Aisling is utterly convinced it was murder. She was on the brink of a revolutionary discovery and the same people who killed the Puppeteer attempted to silence her and destroy her work. Since her Fall, Aisling has made and sold her little birds simply to keep a roof over her head, scraping together to afford a home in Pariah Bay and dealing with the Rats both to make some extra coin and to gain access to specialized materiels on the rare occasion they fall into the hands of the black market. Not to mention source doses of the Medicine to feed her addiction.
Driven to prove herself, avenge her family's murder, breathe metal to glorious life and one day reclaim her place in the Sky, Aisling's personal well-being falls a distant fourth. Fifth? Low on the list, regardless.
Note: Aisling would work well with a "protector" character whether employed by her or with their own agenda. If she is approved, please PM me if you're interested in working out a relationship. I will likely NPC an employee in the meantime.
Appearance: Aisling's lustrous chestnut hair has long since been cut short for practical (and financial) reasons, and is frequently stained with oil or some other mysterious liquid. She is 5'8" and distinctly underfed, dressed in a grey day-dress that comes midway down her calves. Her dainty feet are wrapped in miner's boots, chunky but resilient, while she wears a brown duster coat whose inner pockets bulge interestingly through the line of the fabric. Her resting face is less bitch- than distrustful-, and her green eyes blaze with inner fire. If there is any doubt about her dedication to her cause, meeting her eyes takes it immediately away... though it may cause some to question if she remains entirely sane.
Main Base: The Land (Pariah Bay)
Name: Aisling Grey
Nicknames: Birdy, the Grey Goose (among Rats, eg. "the Grey Goose that lays the golden eggs")
Role: Citizen (some Rat ties)
Character Pitch: Aisling was born a younger heiress of a Floater House - or at least its cadet line. Born above the Placenta, hers was a privileged existence surrounded by servant automatons, with naught to do but marry well and not disgrace the House. Yet Aisling was curiosity itself, and was responsible for disassembling more than one of her family's mechanical aides in the name of research. Though expensive, the prestige of a successful tinkerer in the family meant this hobby was tolerated and through some training from other Sky-born tinkerers was nursed into a true passion. Aisling became known for her charming little bird-automata that flew and sang, and her House sometimes gave these delightful little gifts to their counterparts at suitable soirees.
Restless and impatient, the budding young tinkerer was not satisfied to rest on her laurels (or interested in seeking to profit from her creations) and fixed on the mystery of the Puppeteer and The Doll. Determined to repeat his greatest creation, she began a series of experiments aimed to create automatons of fluid grace and living temperament, beings that would stand astride the divide between the living and the merely animate. Securing the required ingredients was not cheap, and after a long string of failures her family refused to fund her experiments further - urging her to return to the pretty bird-automata she did so well.
Sensing her progress, Aisling agreed but secretly continued, borrowing the funds from her family's accounts. This went on for almost a year until it was discovered that "Birdy" was still continuing her experiments and her family confronted her in an intervention. Somehow her laboratory exploded in the heat of the argument, leaving her the sole survivor of her line. In the investigation that followed her peculation came to light and blame for the incident inevitably settled around her neck. Aisling escaped criminal charges through a combination of lack of evidence and the senior branch of the family using their council seat to avoid scandal, but she was expelled from the family under an assumed surname and exiled to The Land with a single purse of funds to her name and the clothes on her back.
The benign who know of her plight are convinced the explosion was a tragic accident caused by a young lady playing with forces she didn't understand, but Aisling is utterly convinced it was murder. She was on the brink of a revolutionary discovery and the same people who killed the Puppeteer attempted to silence her and destroy her work. Since her Fall, Aisling has made and sold her little birds simply to keep a roof over her head, scraping together to afford a home in Pariah Bay and dealing with the Rats both to make some extra coin and to gain access to specialized materiels on the rare occasion they fall into the hands of the black market. Not to mention source doses of the Medicine to feed her addiction.
Driven to prove herself, avenge her family's murder, breathe metal to glorious life and one day reclaim her place in the Sky, Aisling's personal well-being falls a distant fourth. Fifth? Low on the list, regardless.
Note: Aisling would work well with a "protector" character whether employed by her or with their own agenda. If she is approved, please PM me if you're interested in working out a relationship. I will likely NPC an employee in the meantime.
Appearance: Aisling's lustrous chestnut hair has long since been cut short for practical (and financial) reasons, and is frequently stained with oil or some other mysterious liquid. She is 5'8" and distinctly underfed, dressed in a grey day-dress that comes midway down her calves. Her dainty feet are wrapped in miner's boots, chunky but resilient, while she wears a brown duster coat whose inner pockets bulge interestingly through the line of the fabric. Her resting face is less bitch- than distrustful-, and her green eyes blaze with inner fire. If there is any doubt about her dedication to her cause, meeting her eyes takes it immediately away... though it may cause some to question if she remains entirely sane.
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