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Cadriel the Dove

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a character in “Imaginary: Dreamers of the Otherworld”, as played by VitaminHeart

Description

Full Name: Cadriel the Dove

Nicknames: Caddie, E, The Fallen,

Description: Image

Cadriel, once a rather impressive figure. She'd always had late grey hair and eyes, but her stature was set off with an enormous pair of wings like those belonging to a pigeon. Now however she stands a shadow of her former self, pallid and ghoulish with dark rings round her eyes, and blood-stained, filthy bandages wrapped round her body. Her wings are gone also, and her teeth are sharp.


Personality:

Caddie - The 'true' persona, haring back to how she once behaved, albeit a more timid and disjointed version. Caddie is a rather timid individual, someone who tries her best to avoid upsetting those around her. She has quite a low opinion of herself, and is rather desperate for approval.. She wishes to fit in with those around her, though fears that her presence may not be welcome.

Emotionally she is quite immature and she struggles to understand other people. Beyond that she had some rather...disturbing behaviour that she still retains from her time there. Caddie sees self-mutilation as a method of apology, and thinks nothing about slicing her arm with a knife as a method of demonstrating that she is sorry for something, as if worried the consequences may be worse. She remembers and forgets things, seemingly at random, , finding herself forgetting things she really should retain, and remembering things that make very little sense.


E - E was engineered to be a psychopath. Her persona was born out of a reaction to her creator's suffering She is, as a result, mostly unemotional and unempathetic. She does not become angry, and she does not become frightened or unhappy. Very few things move her or provoke much reaction. She is a creature that has little interest in anything aside from gratification...which to her her, is acts of dire cruelty and violence. E loves carnage and death, delighting in it and actively seeking out ways to create it. If humanoid targets are not available, she'll default to animals, and has a large collection of dead forest creatures.

Despite these massively sadistic tendencies, E is far from a mindless animal. She is highly intellgent, analytical, and regards her behaviour critically and in an almost detached fashion. She is very frank and open about what she is, and has no shame regarding it. She is entirely capable of holding conversations and discussing matters with others, though she has little concern for authority. She generally behaves herself either on the basis that the knows the person is with could best her in a fight and cause serious damage, or on the basis that upsetting someone could upset Caddie.

Caddie is one of the few people that can provoke any sort of empathy in E. Because they share one mind, when she is unhappy E can pick up on it, and it tends to bother her. It was something E initially saw as an annoyance, but she has grown to be quite protective of her other half. E's possibly one redeeming feature is that she has a somewhat twisted sense of 'fairness' that results in a vehement hatred of those who take advantage of those weaker than themselves. Abusers, rapists and the like disgust her. As a being that lives for the thrill of the chase, she is repulsed by those who inflict brutality on those who cannot strike back.


Powers:
-Light Weight - Cadriel, while she can't fly any longer, is extremely light, and can jump, climb and balance very very easily.

- Altered body.

Cadriel is incredibly light, something that allows her to perform acrobatic feats with little difficulty. She can climb with the skill of a spider-monkey and seems more and home halfway up a wall than on the ground. Other alterations are evident in how she functions. E never sleeps, and Caddie doesn't sleep often, and doing so doesn't appear to adversely effect either of them. She appears to be able to tolerate large amounts of bloodloss, and appear to have an very impressive tolerance to traumatic injury, something that allowed her to survive the traumatic nature of her changing.

Weaknesses:

-Hollow bones. - Like a bird, her bones are hollow and easily damaged.

-E has no concept of fear, and feels no pain. In many ways, this is useful to her...however it means she is liable to put herself at risk. She can over-stretch herself, and get into fights that are not advisable.

-While E cannot feel pain, sudden trauma can cause the personas to swap, jolting Caddie back into the forefront. While E appears to be aware of what Caddie does while in control, Caddie has no memory of what E does, and the resulting amnesia leaves her ill-equipped to defend herself.

- After the changes inflicted, she is covered in scars and stitches that have never properly healed. It can be assumed that they must hurt, but Caddie has not appeared to mention it. The stitches becoming caught could theoretically cause a great deal of damage, and they have degraded over the years, becoming quite easily broken.



Brief History:

Cadriel was brought into existence as a companion, and Caddie took to them most immediately. She was a gentle imaginary for the most part, and liked to fly around, perch on the gargoyles, and feed the pigeons. Serving as a creating muse, the angel was a stone carver, creating numerous sculptures in the Minster. While quite an innocent Imaginary, she had always done her best to protect her Dreamer, but the close link she had with had ultimately been her downfall.

As things went wrong for her Dreamer out in the real world, Cadriel had started becoming hurt. Wounds opened up on her skin and her feathers came out in clumps. She'd felt too sick and weak, unable to answer and aid her friend, which in turn brought her existence further into question. Then came the day when her creator stopped believing in her existence, and her wings had physically been torn off her shoulders, in a bloody, grisly mess.

Turned into a ghoulish, half-dead version of what she;d one been, suffering injury for someone who'd denied her, Cadriel began to change. Her persona became divided, and the real started to change. Her newer, nastier persona set about trying to get her wings back, through studying the anatomy of fight, killing and dissecting the doves, before moving onto anything it could find in order to experiment with. Its machine creations were means for it to collect more for its work....however with talk of its fellows taking their own creators back, it's thoughts turned to what it might gain from finding her creator once more.


Realm:

The Mechanized Minster

A vast city comprizing both gothic architecture and industrial monstrosities, the rust and gears and furnaces and smoke stacks acting as matter of corruption. They had begun to creep in as time passed. These manufacture the iron abominations that act as soldiers in the Otherworld. It makes it a fairly notable territory.


Other:


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So begins...

Cadriel the Dove's Story

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Character Portrait: Jack' O Frost Character Portrait: Basil the Beast Character Portrait: Kimchi Klockwerk Character Portrait: Cadriel the Dove Character Portrait: Rain
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On the highest floor of the clock tower, Kimchi sat steadily breathing by the barred door.
"tic tic tic tic tic tic." Kimchi repeated until a familiar tome struck through the tower. She tried to keep from smiling as she counted them off. One by one, different parts of the tower resonated in the same warming tones. Kimchi drank in each one until the final one stopped vibrating.

"Nine tomes! Nine o' clock! On this Monday." Kimchi fluttered over to the framed calendar page hanged carefully next to her makeshift nest. Surrounded by a carefully drawn circle was today's date; the day that her and Helena decided to finally gather back the other kids. According to plan, Helena had started approximately thirty minutes ago. Meanwhile Kimchi would out and prepare the imaginaries for the reunion. Kimchi froze as she realized her excitement was wasting precious seconds.

"Maintenance check. No time for malfunctions today." Kimchi hurried through her normal morning routine of polishing and oiling, but spent the saved seconds inspecting every gear in the clock tower. Twice. Kimchi counted the tics on the base gear, and stopped it 3 times before being satisfied that it was on tempo. Before flying away, Kimchi closed her eyes once more just to be sure. tic tic tic tic tic tic "Perfect." Kimchi smiled flying up to her closet.

Kimchi landed with a thud and quickly scurried to the pile of supplies she had prepared the previous night. As she walked she checked the clock on her wing. On schedule, as usual. Kimchi looked over the pile at her feet. Laid out on a plaid blanket, was a oil can, a metronome, a scrap book and a scrawled out land schedule. Kimchi ear twitched. Surely she planned to pack more than that. Kimchi compiled a quick list of supplies before scouring around the orderly room to find them. She had planned extensively for this ever since the first time Helena suggested getting the gang back together. She had planned right down to which imaginary she would visit first. She threw a scarf around herself. She would visit basil last for safety reasons and while she would love to visit Caddie next. Kim paused a moment before throwing some custom fitted snow-tires over her back. Caddie could be...unpredicatable especially If E got involved. And there was no way she could plan for visiting Rain. Rain had a way of dismantling even her most carefully laid plans. Some part of her longed to see each of them, but still Kimchi shivered at the thought how she would eventually have to face them. No she would visit Jack first. Experience would tell that he was the most reasonable of her friends. If anything he would be helpful in helping her persuade the others. Or protecting her from them.

"No no no." Kimchi darted toward her bag to distract herself from the dark thought. She bundled up the blanket and shortly admired her bindle. Her friends were corrupted admittedly, but not dangerous. On her way out of the room she passed her sword. A long, double edged minute hand with a donut handle. Jet black, pristine, and (despite her meticulous cleaning) telling of the last time she used it. Today was a day to be prepared , she reason shoving the blade carefully into the bindle. She flew up to the top of the tower and undid the top hatch.

She could see almost every realm from up here. This is really happening. she thought her happiness and enthusiasm returning.
"Don't worry everyone! The kids are coming," She took off and began flying toward Cyratana's castle. "And I am too!" She yelled back over her shoulder.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Sabrina Valiant Character Portrait: River Morris Character Portrait: Nathan Synn Character Portrait: Helena Norrevinter Character Portrait: Cadriel the Dove
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Lena walked in through the corridor, with her shapeless sweater and untidy hair, bag slung over her shoulder and deliberately left open so as to allow the little avian toy to 'see' out. She looked over to catch sight of a few of her "targets" some of the people she was going to reclaim for Otherworld.

She took a very worn out looking book from her bag and turned her attention to that, deciding not to dwell too much on the whole thing right then, not in the least because she felt a tiny little grudge in spite of herself.

The redhead was quite intelligent, but her grades rarely seemed to reflect it. She tended to coast along on passable but not exceptional by any stretch. Creative writing was something she tended to score well in, but her readings were outlandish enough to draw the derision of most of her classmates.

Not that nearly any other aspect of Helena didn't already draw derision.

As she was juggling her books, the girl could hear a few giggles from behind her, as a couple of other students stood against the opposite wall, whispering and making pointed looks in her direction.

And, like always, Helena shrugged it off. You had to make sacrifices, after all. And, soon it was going to change. They would come back. She believed it. She had to.

Lena was walking past the lockers when she caught sight of River, standing there getting out some books. In some awkward effort to appear personable, the young redhead lifted her hand and waved, a little more enthusiastically than perhaps was needed.
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On an edge of Otherworld where the trees began to die away to rocks and waste and the sky became streaked with oranges and reds, stood the border of the Mechanized Minster, home of the angel Cadriel....or at least whatever that creature might have become.

On the horizon was the cathedral, dark and towering. Before it stood a chaotic sprawl of smokestacks and blast furnaces bathed in a red, demonic glow. The workers, mechanical figures with bird-like heads, guided the molten metal from the base of the furnace into molds, under the grim, sightless gaze of the statues and grotesques now perches precariously amongst the twisted iron.

For all the hellish light and noise outside, within the Cathedral it was dark and cold, the stone walls rising high up into a smoky gloom near the roof. Some light peaked in through the breaks in the stained glass windows, but it seemed to do little to permeate it over all. The place seemed to absorb the light that touched it.

The wing of the owl hung from the frame by some copper wire and hooks. The Angel crouched before it, staring at it and looking between that and the twisted amalgamation hung from the ceiling. It didn't look right. How very frustrating. E hopped down from her perch and walked across the stone flags, watched nervously by the Gargoyles. These creatures, flawed results of her own attempts to craft working wings, were hideous-looking chimeras of flesh and machinery, once Otherworld residents before taken away by Cadriel's mechanical men. Now they stood bound to the Angel's will, and as such were also permanently subject to her unpredictable whims.

"It's wrong. Again." she muttered irritably.

"Madam, you summoned me?"

Her gaze snapped round to the long walkway from the main door, catching sight of the bloom of fiery light of the Sentinel's eyes in her periphery. The strange, spindly, equine thing stood as tall as at least two of her, its pike even greater in height, though upon being certain it had garnered her full attention, it bent forwards in a rather theatrical bow.
"I believe I have an appointment with someone that your....counterpart wanted to arrange."

Her hollow grey eyes regarded the thing was puzzlement for a long moment before something seemed to click.
"Yes. Yes...I..I think I know.."
She scrambled over to the far wall, where an envelope had been deftly pinned straight though the flag by a rusted splinter of metal. Gingerly Cadriel pulled it free, and held it out to the thing, which delicately opened it up, nodded, and strolled back towards the exit.

Cadriel, for her part, had no interest or curiosity in regards to what it said, even if, in a technical sense, she was the one who wrote it. She lost time, and things would happen. The less she had to do with it, the easier things tended to be overall. She wouldn't imagine she would do anything particularly untoward anyway...and she had far too much to do.

The Sentinel meanwhile, walked with purpose along the cracked roadway with the letter in its hand, mulling over the details on e more time.

Horsey

It's time to send a message.
I've made some very special arrangements for you.
When you get this make your way to the Stormtrap Flats as quickly as you can.
You will find someone there that I know you've been very keen to spend some time with.

Love, E.