Poe Wyman (! Detailed Profile)

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Poe Emily Wyman


Birthdate Febuary 10th
Nicknames Nevermore
Place of Birth Black Forest, Colorado
Relationship Status Single
Occupation Museum Worker, Hunter
Sexuality Bisexual
Residence New York City, New York
Parents Laura Wyman, Thomas Wyman
Siblings
Human Face Sophia Bush



Personality

Poe is friendly, polite and always willing to help out even people she doesn’t know. She’s well spoken, smart and carries herself as if she’s older than what she really is. She exudes this sort of calmness that makes people pretty easy going around her. She has concerns about the normal girl things sometimes, like boys and shopping, worrying about her appearance and if she’s too skinny or too short, if her chest is too big or her ass is too small. She has the patience of a saint (or so she’s been told) and doesn’t anger easily. But when she does, she does not hesitate to tell the offending party how they’ve wronged her.

Poe likes to be in social situations, but she always needs time to be by herself and unwind. Normally, this is spent somewhere quiet with a book and some music where she can escape from the outside world for awhile and be somewhere more ideal.

While she can make all sorts of friends, she prefers intellectual conversation on most any subject, though her favorite subject is paranormal occurrences, mythology, history and the supernatural, naturally. She believes in honesty above all else and being true to yourself . A bit of a traditionalist and more than a little of a romantic, she sometimes has difficulty in casual romantic relationships with people.

History

Poe was born on a cold Febuary day in Black Forest, Colorado. The only child to Laura and Tom Wyman, she was raised with a healthy knowledge of the world and of those creatures that exist alongside the human race. While this scared some children, whose parents did not have nearly an open enough mind about the changes in the world, Poe was fascinated by the knowledge and would happily listen to anything her parents, television, or books had to tell her about vampires, lycanthropes, or any other manner of paranormal entity. Curiosity and a strong urge to learn everything about anything she could get her hands on continued through life.

In school, she learned quickly and never once felt the urge to stop. In elementary school she earned top marks in most subjects and wouldn’t bat an eye to help out her fellow students with their academic problems. She made quick friends and was always on good terms with her teachers and superiors as she made her way through school. While she was offered to move up a grade a time or two, her parents declined, saying that she preferred to stay with children her age as it made her uncomfortable to be amongst the older kids. Naturally, you don’t want to push a fourth or fifth grader into a class with children who are well on their way to learning how to bully each other.

Growing up in the country in Colorado afforded her the luxury of lush woods and plenty to explore. Though she had plenty of friends, most of her time was spent with her cousin, Connor. Practically inseparable on account of being born on the same day and raised together in childhood. They spent entire summers together, wrote each other during the school years and called to tell tales of adventure whenever they could. Connor was Poe’s best friend, she considered him her brother, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Even into middle school and high school, they still kept their friendship solid as they grew into young adults with separate interests and social groups.

When Poe was eleven, Connor passed away suddenly.

After Connor’s death, Poe learned to cope with losing something that had always been there. Someone she assumed would always be there to tell crazy stories to and go on adventures with. She took his passing incredibly hard and her parents and teachers were concerned for some time, despite her insisting she was dealing with his death. Even now, it's difficult for her to talk about him without becoming sad or even choking up. But she speaks of him fondly when she does speak of him. To this day, she still visits his grave when she can on their birthday.

What came in the aftermath of Connor's death was something she hadn't expected. During childhood, she'd had imaginary friends and she would always tell her parents that she thought she saw something, but when she looked again it wasn't there. What would become her medium ability would wane in and out as she grew up, never quite stable enough to be sure that she had inherited something akin to what her mother possessed. Laura herself possessed the ability of precognition, and each generation back possessed a psychic ability. Oh, no one could predict what the next one would be, that's the tricky thing about magic and the paranormal.

It took some time to re-adjust to life after losing her best friend and being assaulted with a psychic ability, but she did so well enough.

High school was strange, living in a town with a population of less than fifteen- thousand people meant many of her peers were not nearly as open-minded as she was. So she kept both her abilities and her attraction to girls to herself. After all, she had no intents on living in Black Forest forever. This isn't because she resented the place or hated it, she was on good terms with many people in town and, despite some of them with less-than-savory attitudes about other things in the world, she liked them well enough. Black Forest was indeed her home, but there was so much more to see in the world and so much more for her to discover.

After graduating from high school, she spent a year pouring over colleges before deciding to take a big leap and move to a big city - New York City to be exact. A love of history, of museums, and of huge libraries fueled this, as well as the opportunity to move outside of her familiar comfort zone. While she has a nice padding of money in the bank and her parents are always willing to help her if needed, she keeps a steady job working at the Museum of Natural History and picking up student jobs on campus, usually working in the library during the academic year.

After graduating college, she decided to take another big leap to the other side of the country. In reality, she wanted to travel after college, but she decided to continue her education instead. She works part-time as a student teacher and volunteers her time at museum or library events, her references and co-workers from New York affording her the opportunities.

Poe keeps herself busy with school and a social life, though she does need time to wind down and relax, to detox from life in general. She's easy to get along with and doesn't pass judgments quickly. She has the patience of a saint, as well, as many friends have told her. She loves to learn about people, which is also part of why she's so easy to befriend: she loves hearing about others' lives and their stories. She doesn't anger easily and hates rarely, but when she does she doesn't forget who you are and what you did.

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Poe is, tbh, one of my most favorite characters. She started out as a little gothy calico cat (she's a tortioseshell-and-white now - not all torties with white = calico!) back in high school and now she's a super developed character after lots and lots of roleplay stuff. She's a medium and can see and speak to spirits. But it's not an ability she can turn on and off, it's always 'on', which can lead to all kinds of weirdness. She often does work among the paranormal hunter community to help spirits move on. On a normal day, she works at a natural history museum because she was really interested in cryptozoology when she was in college and landed a pretty good gig. She'd also be well suited in an art museum or doing special collections work within libraries and the like.

(her markings are totally not set in stone - i love drawing her but i dreadddd coloring her. but the only markings i try to keep consisten are those on her face, which i've simplified a lot here. her hair color is naturally dirty blonde.)

Playlist

Sixpence None The Richer – Kiss Me
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight / Lead me out on the moonlit floor / Lift your open hand / Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance / Silver moon’s sparkling / So kiss me / Kiss me down by the broken tree house / Swing me upon its hanging tire / Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat / We’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map

My Brightest Diamond – Something Of An End
When you came jumpin’ down the stairs / Screamin’ bloody awful / You woke up God & everyone / Screamin’ bloody awful / So we took you to the doctor / He said yeah it’s a bad one / And there’s such a shame about it / ‘Cause she’s so pretty / And then the earth started shakin’ / And, yeah, it was crazy / And Heaven and Hell came crashing down

Squirrel Nut Zippers – Ghost of Stephen Foster
Met the ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise / This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes: / Ships were made for sinking, / Whiskey made for drinking, / If we were made of cellophane, / we’d all get stinking drunk quite faster

Abney Park – All the Myths Are True
Our ancient nightmares, / the ghostly legends, / And fiendish tales, / all the myths are true. / Scientists have unearthed enormous skeletons / They think we’ve disproved that all the myths are true.

The Black Crowes – She Talks To Angels
She never mentions the word addiction / In certain company / She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket / She wears a cross around her neck / Yes, the hair is from a little boy, / And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet / Says she talks to angels, / Says they all know her name

Sarah McLachlan – Building a Mystery
You come out at night / That’s when the energy comes / And the dark side’s light / And the vampires roam / You strut your rasta wear / And your suicide poem / And a cross from a faith that died / Before Jesus came / You’re building a mystery / You live in a church / Where you sleep with voodoo dolls / And you won’t give up the search / For the ghosts in the halls

Johnny Flynn – The Wrote & The Writ
The last of which I’ll tell you now / As it flies down the sink / I never knew a part of you / You didn’t set in ink, in ink / The letters that you left behind / No longer shall I read / Your blood’s between the pages / And I can’t stand to see you bleed / And I’ll soon forget what was never there / Your words are ash and dust / All that’s left is the song I’ve sung / The breath I’ve taken and the one I must

Allison Crowe – A Case Of You
I met a woman / She had a mouth like yours / She knew your life / She knew your devils and your deeds / And she said, “Go to him, stay with him if you can. / But be prepared to bleed”

Florence + the Machine - Blinding
Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids / Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs / No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone / No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden / No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love / No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love / No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world

Florence + the Machine – Dog Days Are Over
Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father / Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers / Leave all your loving, your loving behind / You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive

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