Le tonnerre criant dans les cieux n'aidait pas Theodora à s'endormir. Elle est allongée dans le lit comme un lit, regardant le plafond. Les ombres flippaient et se moquaient d'elle comme un spectacle de marionnettes au-dessus d'elle, sur le plafond de pierre. Elle les maudit, silencieusement à elle-même, rompant de son mantra de prière. Elle s'est détournée du visage, révélant sa joue au plafond de la demeure du démon. Ses yeux ont fait face à la porte. La pluie frappait contre la porte, lui demandant de l'ouvrir. Elle a refusé. Il semblait que toute la nuit était sortie pour jouer avec elle d'une manière brutale et indécente.
Elle a saisi sa corde de prière, sous la couverture, sentant ses doigts sur la texture douce et en soie des nœuds. Ses doigts rainurés sur les perles, et le tissage, doucement, patiemment. Iesu, Christe, Fili Dei, Domine, miserere mei, peccatoris. Les mots chuchotaient de ses lèvres féminines alors qu'elle résistait fortement à l'envie de jouer avec les ombres, et de ramasser les esprits avec ses doigts, comme elle l'a fait quand elle était enfant. Elle savait que c'était mal, une tentation, un péché. Peccatoris. Elle a répété dans son esprit, durement, en sachant parfaitement ce qu'elle était et où elle pouvait aller.
Au-delà du voile orageux des nuages, la lune porta encore son visage, courageusement, hardiement, presque dès qu'elle fut appelée à diriger l'orchestre des événements qui se produisirent en Bavière. Theodora pouvait voir la lune briller par la fenêtre. Comment la lune pouvait-elle être si silencieuse pendant que tout cela arrivait? C'était un signe de Dieu? Théodore ôta une main de sa corde de prière et essuya une larme de son visage. Ce n'était pas juste, et pourtant, bien trop bien, Théodora savait que c'était vraiment juste. Dieu les punissait tous pour de nombreuses raisons. Peut-être, la pluie était de cesser les combats. Un arc-en-ciel brillerait après la fin de la pluie. Elle continua à penser à ces pensées, alors que l'odeur de la lavande la fondait en transe d'un sommeil.
Name: Theodora Magdelina Adrianos
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Theodora stands above average height for a woman at about five foot six or seven. She has long, uncut, dark, chestnut hair with slight waves braided down her back. A simple, thin, white headpiece scarf is tucked around her head in almost a wimple-like fashion, for attempted modesty purposes despite her single nature.
She has been blessed with olive colored skin. Light freckles are sprinkled over her nose and inner cheek. Her eyes are a dark hazel or olive green color. Her lips are small, and readily pressed together in order to remain penitently silent. She wears a long dress-like garment which is copper or brown in color and flares in the bodice in the guise of an unpretentious woman. Over her chemise is a kirtle, off-white in color. A camel colored cloak is worn over her entire wardrobe, which covered her dark footwear.
Personality: Theodora is pious in character and perpetually trying to ascend the ladder of true divinity. Her mistakes are taken gravely, which is shown in her slightly unforgiving attitude towards herself. She breaks her own heart repeatedly to help those that need help. She has an insistent need to see the Christ-like icon in everyone around her. She is desperate to achieve true wholeness in her mind, body, heart, and spirit. Although, she tries to be as angelic as possible, she unfortunately had her follies. At times she can seem prude and prideful and arrogant. Despite her modest attire, she can appear to be pompous, which is not her true intent, but an unfortunate curse.
Origin: Byzantium
Background: Theodora was born to Artemas and Irene Adrianos in the small Byzantium. Her father was in the Palaiologan military. He was a sailor and often times due to the small number of their militia, he was called to duty to fight off the Turks. She grew to learn the arts taught to her by her mother, the arts of cooking, weaving, and tending to other household chores. At age ten, she started showing signs of an ability, most commonly known as for being a visionary. However, her powers were shown to be of any good. Her visions were numbered by demons and not sent directly by God but interceded through the evil one. She was thought of to be a witch and exorcised.
Unfortunately, due to circumstances of the Byzantine Empire, the economy and wars against the Muslims, or maybe just a lack of faith from the ones conducting and praying the exorcisms, her powers remained with her. Her spiritual powers were considered, "at an unrest." To her mother and father's dismay, she was sent to the nunnery at Saint Mary of Mongols in Constantinople, where she lived amongst the monastery's life for four years, secluded from society.
Alas, at the fall of Thrace, and word of the death of her parents to the plague, the witch left the monastery for Western Europe, seeking escape from the war, the dark disease, and possibly even the plague, which seemed to have no affect on her.
Equipment: Theodora's most prized possession is a white, silk one-hundred knot prayer rope, which is wrapped around her left wrist. A golden Byzantine cross is hung around her neck, as well. She carries a dark brown sack with coins, rope, gloves, a scarf, a blanket, two canisters of water or liquid such as wine, a spare silk prayer rope with elaborate beads and gold, incense in forms of Myrrh, Frankincense, herbs such as Basil, Rose Mary, Thyme, Lavender, Hazelwood, Wormswood, Nutmeg, Dandelion, Mugwort, Cloves, and Allspice, oils in scents such as Thieves, Lemon, Rose Mary, Frankincense, Rose, Saint Katherine of Alexandria, Holy Chrism, and olive.
Miscellaneous: Despite her carrying disposition, she is more concerned with her body's addiction to witchcraft than the Black Plague. She is worried about the entire world dying around her while she reminds alive. She is searching for a spiritual cleanser who will help her with her "possession" or anyone that can help her. She has the tendencies of an out cast, afraid to be excommunicated from the Church.