Beck/Contacts: Difference between revisions
No edit summary |
No edit summary |
||
| Line 20: | Line 20: | ||
The Lady in Yellow is Beck’s ever-present shadow. A silent guardian who moves with eerie precision and an air of restrained threat. She discourages unwanted chimerical attention with subtle gestures: turning her faceless head toward a nuisance and tilting it ever so slightly, folding her hands just so, stepping forward with one click of her brass boot-heel. Chimera take the hint. She is a protector, an emotional ballast, and a walking piece of performance art. She does not speak, but her presence conveys a message: Not now. Not for you. | The Lady in Yellow is Beck’s ever-present shadow. A silent guardian who moves with eerie precision and an air of restrained threat. She discourages unwanted chimerical attention with subtle gestures: turning her faceless head toward a nuisance and tilting it ever so slightly, folding her hands just so, stepping forward with one click of her brass boot-heel. Chimera take the hint. She is a protector, an emotional ballast, and a walking piece of performance art. She does not speak, but her presence conveys a message: Not now. Not for you. | ||
<Center><small> | |||
Along the shore the cloud waves break, | |||
The twin suns sink behind the lake, | |||
The shadows lengthen | |||
In Carcosa. | |||
Strange is the night where black stars rise, | |||
And strange moons circle through the skies, | |||
But stranger still is | |||
Lost Carcosa.</center></small> | |||
</div></div> | </div></div> | ||
Latest revision as of 15:19, 10 August 2025
Name:
Name:
Name:
The Lady in Yellow : Chimerical Automaton (Level 5 Chimera)
Tall and impeccably constructed, The Lady in Yellow is a faceless, ladylike automaton clad in a sharply tailored Victorian-style yellow suit. Her jacket is tightly fitted, buttoned with brass clasps etched with arcane symbols, and her trousers are pressed with precise, almost inhuman symmetry. A high, stiff collar encircles her porcelain neck, and fine lace gloves cover her long mechanical hands. The entire ensemble is a faded, golden mustard hue, sun-worn and slightly moth-eaten in places, but immaculately maintained.
Her head is smooth and mask-like, made of polished ivory ceramic with no facial features beyond a faint suggestion of where a smile might have been etched and then forgotten. Her "hair" is hidden under a large yellow hat, very avant-garde.
The Lady in Yellow is Beck’s ever-present shadow. A silent guardian who moves with eerie precision and an air of restrained threat. She discourages unwanted chimerical attention with subtle gestures: turning her faceless head toward a nuisance and tilting it ever so slightly, folding her hands just so, stepping forward with one click of her brass boot-heel. Chimera take the hint. She is a protector, an emotional ballast, and a walking piece of performance art. She does not speak, but her presence conveys a message: Not now. Not for you.
Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies, But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.