Hello, it's nice to meet you. Oh, can you tell me where I am? {tga}
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Full Name: Oleander Eilonwy Price
Nickname(s): Oli, Oleander, Lea
Age: 17
Gender: female
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: pansexual
Birthday: January 26
Zodiac: Aquarius ☼ | Taurus ☽ | Capricorn ↑
Face claim: Anastasia (Nana) Ruskevych
Code Name: Poppy
Legacy or Recruit: legacy
Why do you think your designated flower chose you in the blooming ceremony?
I don’t really know. Honestly, I hope the Poppy just was drawn to my art and the whole inspiration angle, since I do think I inspire people, but I don’t know. I certainly won’t question it, but I don’t think I’ll ever truly understand it. Would anyone want to know there’s a part of them that is drawn to oblivion? Maybe it knows something, but for now I think I’ll just continue to ignore that.
Likes: hearing her parents’ stories, Celtic mythology, fantasy and romantasy novels, her brother’s art, singing, rainstorms, spy movies (she’s always thought her dad would make a great spy), theater and acting, blackberries, French pastries, her people, chocolate mousse cake
Dislikes: not knowing who she truly is, snakes, math, humidity, people being suspicious of her, assumptions, death, misogyny, bananas, rejection, her mild claustrophobia, being told no, being alone
Personal style or Aesthetic: feminine, in an array of colors. She likes to be comfortable in her appearance, and generally is. She's even convinced her parents to let her get a tattoo, a small poppy on the inside of her right wrist. Her clothing leans toward being considered sleek, clingy or otherwise showing her figure, but not to the point of seeming vulgar. She prefers skirts over pants, but will wear the latter when necessary.Personality: Oli is witty and passionate about her beliefs, sometimes to the point of being accused of seduction. Not that she particularly minds the accusations, as she does in fact use her words to draw people to her, along with her intuition. Her words and occasionally her appearance, if she deems it necessary. She’s attracted to those with artistic abilities usually, although generally unaware as to why. At least for now. She has her moments of introspection, but they seem to be coming less often as of late, yet she hardly considers herself reckless in any way, just a bit adventurous. She’s confident in her own decisions, more often than not, unapologetic.
Oleander Price doesn’t know where she was born, yet that doesn’t bother her aside from during her introspective moments. For all she’s aware, she just appeared on the doorstep of a French orphanage for supernatural children one day. An infant with no message, no hint as to who she was aside from a single oleander flower that was left with her and subsequently gave her her name. Someone had a sense of humor, it seems, especially when the tester came to the conclusion that she must be a siren as several workers had been drawn to her cries during the exam to determine her nature. Nobody considered any other possibilities, and she was adopted by the Price family at the age of two, joining the little daemon boy the couple had adopted a year earlier.
Even considering her parents’ own origins, they accepted what they had been told without question and they raised their little girl as if she was a siren. They didn’t keep her away from any pursuits that could be considered dangerous, but they taught her to be careful. Her parents themselves understood the need to be careful as is, given their own natures and the occasional questions as to their relationship. Her mother, especially, knew about what it meant to leave behind her ancestry, and she taught her children that they ought to be proud of their natures, but that it was also valid if they chose to turn their backs on it like she had. Líadain Price didn’t regret her decisions, and she didn’t want them to either.
Oleander and her brother grew up with their parents’ stories, both of their own childhoods and their respective religions and also the stories of their time at Thistle Grove. Little Fraser and Oleander would spend hours wondering what their flowers would be if they got invited to attend, yet that didn't lessen their surprise when first Fraser and then subsequently Oleander received the emails stating they had been accepted. In fact, the year between her brother’s acceptance and her own was the hardest for young Oleander, and cemented her dislike of being alone. Even with the friends she’d made at her previous school, the others gained through the playdates her parents had set up with other supernatural families, she had been closest to her brother and therefore her own acceptance was welcomed with all the excitement a thirteen-year-old could muster.
She had sent back all the questionnaires practically as soon as she had received them, and set off for the school itself, nearly forgetting to say goodbye to her parents. She had remembered at the last moment, and spent the trip to the school mulling over everything she knew about the academy and what to expect. She knew Fraser had been chosen by the larkspur, so that wasn’t an option, but she hardly expected what actually happened upon her own Blooming Ceremony. She had been faced with the choice between a lisianthus blossom and a poppy. Neither of which had been in all her childhood fantasies of which flowers she might be chosen by, and she had wracked her brain to remind herself of the two flowers’ symbolisms. She had only remembered upon the poppy glowing green, and that spurred her questions as to what exactly she was. She knew sirens could be dangerous, but deadly? That wasn’t anything she had thought about herself.
Instead, she chose to connect the other symbolism to herself. Inspiration, she could handle, and she threw herself into her studies from day one. Her studies and her reunion with her brother, which gradually grew into her having a bit of a harem, as she calls the group she’s since developed around herself when she’s feeling amused. In some ways, it is a harem. The people close to her are dedicated to her above all else, not that she would stop them from having other friends, Especially her brother, but something seems to be just beyond her knowledge. Just beyond everything she knows about herself, and she very much feels like the vocal coach at school has suspicions that she isn’t telling her. The questions are building and she isn’t entirely sure if the answers will be welcome.
Oleander's true lineage/identity is that of a leannán sídhe, daughter of Cerise Lachapelle and cousin of Áine Bridget Delaney (originally Ó Dubhshláine), yet her powers only recently started to truly show themselvesComments (0)