Character Personality: The Unicorn is old; so old in fact that even she does not know her age. She was a creature that lived outside of time. Centuries could pass without her notice. (Curiously she felt no need to use her voice for a long, long while either until she learned that her people (fellow Unicorns) had disappeared from the world.) The Unicorn was a spectator of life, feeling joy and wonder in watching other creatures - humans included - be given life, grow, mate and die. She never wished to be included in such activities and thus she has never given birth to her own foal or even sought out the company of a fellow of her kind. She was content in her forest until the truth found her and nagged at her to act.
Thus, perhaps inevitably, during her travels, she felt herself irrevocably changed. She was not an innocent creature who could simply watch the world pass her by any longer. She began to feel things that no other Unicorn had ever experienced, yet she was tentative about giving them a name. (For example, a Unicorn has no need of relying on anyone's company, but she found herself remaining loyally at Schmendrick's and then Molly Grue's side. She even felt the stirrings of an emotion that frightened her and set her apart from her people: regret.)
However the changes would have been bearable if Schmendrick had not done something awful to her in order to save her from the Red Bull*. When he transformed her into a maiden, all of the stirrings she had felt became overwhelming. She understands mortality; she understands what it is like to feel a body dying all around you and she wants none of it. Unicorns are immortal creatures and as she is now, with every day, she feels death dragging away her beauty and her strength.
To make matters more confusing, she is forgetting her true nature the more she lives in time. A mortal cannot understand an immortal's true nature or vice versa. Amalthea has been both and now the wisdom of her past is leaving her, trickling away from her until she is more and more like a human born woman. As a human, she is graceful, but detached. She often likes to peer out windows and remember something that is constantly evading her. The life she had before is like a dream and while she longs to return to her forest, she cannot quite recall why or what waits for her there.
Thus, as she is now, she is a lost young woman who is experiencing a mild amnesia. She recalls being a Unicorn, of course, but the more intense sensations of being in that form are leaving her, bit by bit. She has always been connected to nature, for example - from simply sensing even the tiniest of changes (especially in her forest) to being able to converse openly with the animals she encounters - but those abilities are beginning to fade. However, more importantly, she is losing her wild independence. As a human, she must rely more on others - something a Unicorn simply will not abide. With that reliance comes distracting, troublesome emotions. She is confused by what she is and what she feels. Eventually, she will be confused about how she came to be in the first place.
Only magic can undo what has been done to her or she will become merely a mysterious lady who, more likely than not, does have an odd taste for flowers.
(Note: *The reason why Schmendrick transforming her into a mortal woman was so disturbing to her was because she knew of another Unicorn who had endured such a spell. He was never returned to his Unicorn form and he perished from eating too many flowers (something a human is not built to handle, obviously).
Secondly, it is my hope that someone in The Wake would/will eventually be able to reverse Schmendrick's spell. With the spell reversed, she will remember being a Unicorn and how the grass and soil feels under her cloven hooves. Furthermore, she will remember her goals: to defeat the Red Bull and free her people and return to her forest once and for all.)
Powers and Abilities:
❥ She can converse, currently, with animals. (As time passes, I will show this fading.)
❥ While some of her wild nature has been dampened, it is still with her. She can run very swiftly for a woman if she is fleeing danger.
❥ Lastly, she does seem to possess a healing effect on others. I do not know if she could close a wound as she would be able to do as a Unicorn, but she can bring peace and calm to another's mind.
Samples TDM posts (unless it's for Network), links, and examples for posts from other communities are not accepted.
Network: (Tears shimmer in her eyes, but she is too stubborn to let them fall.)
I cannot tell what is real and what is a dream. I thought I was in a nightmare before, but now it is somehow worse.
(She covers her face with her hands, her fingers trembling.)
I must return to King Haggard's castle. No! The forest... (Her hands lower and she shakes her head in a distinctly equine manner.) I must return to the forest, though I cannot recall why.
(Forehead furrowing, she rises and breathes in the air. Even that smells different. Foreign.)
I am called the Lady Amalthea. (A name given to her by the Wizard who left her...like this.) Is there a place I can go...away from the city? Away from the buildings?
(Unless this is a dream, but her dreams are usually green...and, lately, sad. So sad.)
What of a woman named Molly Grue? I would like to know if she is present. (No, she will not ask about Schmendrick. She has not forgiven him yet.) If not, I only ask for a place where I can be alone...near the trees.
(Amalthea will not acknowledge that she has been brought here for a reason. This is only another prison to her, though, when her mood is better, she will see the beauty of it.)
Third Person: The wind blew through her soft white curls, lifting them and tangling them playfully. She could not enjoy the sensation fully, however. Amalthea was slowly adjusting to her new home; her new prison. Magic brought her here surely and magic kept her here against her will.
Was it against her will? With each day that passed, she doubted what had once been so clear.
Thanks to his spell!
She turned sharply, her skirt lifting from her ankles. Her expression was dark and she lifted a hand to touch the place on her forehead where her horn once stood so proudly. There was nothing left except for a mark on her skin. Even that was fading over time.
What am I becoming?
The answer to that question was...easy, really. Simple. And all the more terrifying for it. She - a Unicorn - was becoming human. Her immortality, her Unicorn nature was slipping through her fingers and she had no power to hold it back.
Who would believe me if I told them?
In this, she was alone and that made her feel chilled to her bones. Was this how the other Unicorn had felt? If so, she pitied him. She empathized with him.
I never wanted to!
Yet that had ceased to matter the moment she set her cloven hoof on this journey. A bird flew down and landed on her outstretched arm, peering at her almost as if...
"Do you know me?" Amalthea remembered another seeming to recognize her long ago. A butterfly? Or had it been a bird?
"Please tell me who I am? Or...who I was?"
All the bird could do was sing, however, doing his utmost to soothe her. She appreciated the effort, but it was like covering a large wound with a tiny bandage. Regardless, she brought the bird close and stroked over his soft feathers, taking what comfort he could offer.
Lady Amalthea/The Unicorn | The Last Unicorn
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Age: 30
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Character Information
Character Name: The Unicorn and/or Lady Amalthea
Fandom: The Last Unicorn
Character History: Plot!
Character Personality: The Unicorn is old; so old in fact that even she does not know her age. She was a creature that lived outside of time. Centuries could pass without her notice. (Curiously she felt no need to use her voice for a long, long while either until she learned that her people (fellow Unicorns) had disappeared from the world.) The Unicorn was a spectator of life, feeling joy and wonder in watching other creatures - humans included - be given life, grow, mate and die. She never wished to be included in such activities and thus she has never given birth to her own foal or even sought out the company of a fellow of her kind. She was content in her forest until the truth found her and nagged at her to act.
Thus, perhaps inevitably, during her travels, she felt herself irrevocably changed. She was not an innocent creature who could simply watch the world pass her by any longer. She began to feel things that no other Unicorn had ever experienced, yet she was tentative about giving them a name. (For example, a Unicorn has no need of relying on anyone's company, but she found herself remaining loyally at Schmendrick's and then Molly Grue's side. She even felt the stirrings of an emotion that frightened her and set her apart from her people: regret.)
However the changes would have been bearable if Schmendrick had not done something awful to her in order to save her from the Red Bull*. When he transformed her into a maiden, all of the stirrings she had felt became overwhelming. She understands mortality; she understands what it is like to feel a body dying all around you and she wants none of it. Unicorns are immortal creatures and as she is now, with every day, she feels death dragging away her beauty and her strength.
To make matters more confusing, she is forgetting her true nature the more she lives in time. A mortal cannot understand an immortal's true nature or vice versa. Amalthea has been both and now the wisdom of her past is leaving her, trickling away from her until she is more and more like a human born woman. As a human, she is graceful, but detached. She often likes to peer out windows and remember something that is constantly evading her. The life she had before is like a dream and while she longs to return to her forest, she cannot quite recall why or what waits for her there.
Thus, as she is now, she is a lost young woman who is experiencing a mild amnesia. She recalls being a Unicorn, of course, but the more intense sensations of being in that form are leaving her, bit by bit. She has always been connected to nature, for example - from simply sensing even the tiniest of changes (especially in her forest) to being able to converse openly with the animals she encounters - but those abilities are beginning to fade. However, more importantly, she is losing her wild independence. As a human, she must rely more on others - something a Unicorn simply will not abide. With that reliance comes distracting, troublesome emotions. She is confused by what she is and what she feels. Eventually, she will be confused about how she came to be in the first place.
Only magic can undo what has been done to her or she will become merely a mysterious lady who, more likely than not, does have an odd taste for flowers.
(Note: *The reason why Schmendrick transforming her into a mortal woman was so disturbing to her was because she knew of another Unicorn who had endured such a spell. He was never returned to his Unicorn form and he perished from eating too many flowers (something a human is not built to handle, obviously).
Secondly, it is my hope that someone in The Wake would/will eventually be able to reverse Schmendrick's spell. With the spell reversed, she will remember being a Unicorn and how the grass and soil feels under her cloven hooves. Furthermore, she will remember her goals: to defeat the Red Bull and free her people and return to her forest once and for all.)
Powers and Abilities:
❥ She can converse, currently, with animals. (As time passes, I will show this fading.)
❥ While some of her wild nature has been dampened, it is still with her. She can run very swiftly for a woman if she is fleeing danger.
❥ Lastly, she does seem to possess a healing effect on others. I do not know if she could close a wound as she would be able to do as a Unicorn, but she can bring peace and calm to another's mind.
Samples
TDM posts (unless it's for Network), links, and examples for posts from other communities are not accepted.
Network: (Tears shimmer in her eyes, but she is too stubborn to let them fall.)
I cannot tell what is real and what is a dream. I thought I was in a nightmare before, but now it is somehow worse.
(She covers her face with her hands, her fingers trembling.)
I must return to King Haggard's castle. No! The forest... (Her hands lower and she shakes her head in a distinctly equine manner.) I must return to the forest, though I cannot recall why.
(Forehead furrowing, she rises and breathes in the air. Even that smells different. Foreign.)
I am called the Lady Amalthea. (A name given to her by the Wizard who left her...like this.) Is there a place I can go...away from the city? Away from the buildings?
(Unless this is a dream, but her dreams are usually green...and, lately, sad. So sad.)
What of a woman named Molly Grue? I would like to know if she is present. (No, she will not ask about Schmendrick. She has not forgiven him yet.) If not, I only ask for a place where I can be alone...near the trees.
(Amalthea will not acknowledge that she has been brought here for a reason. This is only another prison to her, though, when her mood is better, she will see the beauty of it.)
Third Person: The wind blew through her soft white curls, lifting them and tangling them playfully. She could not enjoy the sensation fully, however. Amalthea was slowly adjusting to her new home; her new prison. Magic brought her here surely and magic kept her here against her will.
Was it against her will? With each day that passed, she doubted what had once been so clear.
Thanks to his spell!
She turned sharply, her skirt lifting from her ankles. Her expression was dark and she lifted a hand to touch the place on her forehead where her horn once stood so proudly. There was nothing left except for a mark on her skin. Even that was fading over time.
What am I becoming?
The answer to that question was...easy, really. Simple. And all the more terrifying for it. She - a Unicorn - was becoming human. Her immortality, her Unicorn nature was slipping through her fingers and she had no power to hold it back.
Who would believe me if I told them?
In this, she was alone and that made her feel chilled to her bones. Was this how the other Unicorn had felt? If so, she pitied him. She empathized with him.
I never wanted to!
Yet that had ceased to matter the moment she set her cloven hoof on this journey. A bird flew down and landed on her outstretched arm, peering at her almost as if...
"Do you know me?" Amalthea remembered another seeming to recognize her long ago. A butterfly? Or had it been a bird?
"Please tell me who I am? Or...who I was?"
All the bird could do was sing, however, doing his utmost to soothe her. She appreciated the effort, but it was like covering a large wound with a tiny bandage. Regardless, she brought the bird close and stroked over his soft feathers, taking what comfort he could offer.