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BASIC INFO NAME: Tierce CANON: Original Character HOMEWORLD: Earth AGE: Mature Adult GENDER: hermaphroditic, female-presenting SPECIES: Weaver FIRST GLANCE APPEARANCE: Link HEIGHT: 7'0" BUILD: Slender HAIR: orangey pink, curly EYES: many DRESS: light and flowy SCENT: beeswax, honeysuckle, bitter almond VOICE: melodic DEMEANOR: cheerful PERMISSIONS BACKTAGGING: ✔ 4TH-WALLING: ✘ THREADJACKING: ✘ MIND-READING: ✔(ask) FIGHTING: ✔(ask) ROMANCE: ✔ INJURY: ✔(ask) KILLING: ✘

NEITHER ITSY NOR BITSY technically not a spider either, but who's counting legs, really? PERSONALITY Tierce is, in a phrase, a ray of sunshine. She greets every morning with a smile, laughs as readily as she talks (which is very), and lives to make people happy. Of course, that's easier when they don't see her, at least these days; once upon a time, it was common enough for humans to encounter other beings, whatever they might call them. Nowadays, there's a lot of screaming, a lot of crying, a lot of running. It's really quite a shame. Still, she makes the best of it; one can accomplish quite a bit online, and you'd be surprised how much modern humanity doesn't notice when they aren't expecting to see anything. The right dress, the right hairstyle, and she can still be out and about mingling with strangers, one of her favorite things. Humans have always been fascinating to her, and she's never been able to resist them; there may or may not be some truth after all to that nursery rhyme about Miss Muffet. She gets lonely, without the company. After all, there's no one else. Just her, and them. All the other beings vanished into the dark corners of the world when the humans spread too far, but Tierce's always loved the sun. That, and a girl does have to eat, doesn't she? HISTORY There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Shakespeare knew a bit, here and there, caught glimpses of things, beings that used to be much more common before his time, and are even scarcer afterward. Just look at his plays: Not just the obvious ones, but even little lines, here and there, little appearances and side characters and mentions hidden among witty banter and heart-wrenching tragedy. Tierce was never in one of his stories. In fact, she hasn't really been in any stories, save that one nursery rhyme that might not even have been about her. Nothing like her has been. She's not even sure if there is anything like her. She's never met another. Sure, she's met other beings; gods and demons and monsters and fair folk and all sorts of others in a thousand words, all like her, but never one just like her. Not even when she was a child. She's not even sure she ever was a child. She's just...been, as long as she can remember. She's been since the neighbors lived in grass huts and lean-tos, and she's been when they built roads through the forest, and she's still there, even if her cozy nest is now a proper cottage in a bustling commuter suburb. She's even a citizen, more or less; her bills are paid, her groceries delivered, her neighbors happy, and she makes do with her little corner of the world. She's careful with her feeding, and she's even more careful with her truth, though much like the others that used to be she's not a fan of lying. It's enough. She's decided it's enough, and it is. For now. But the humans get a little more curious each year, and that loneliness a little stronger. She's never looked for the others, but maybe it's time to start. KINKLIST here eventually. probably.

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