FTO Submission

Appearance

A young woman in her mid to late 20s with shoulder length brown hair. She usually wears dresses with an apron, typically colorful but with few to no frills in case of a mess. She carried around a toolbelt most of the time that she fills with clay working tools and she is rarely seen doing anything else.

Her pit covers her forehead and one eye and is mostly filled with clay. Her veil is plastic, which she uses to keep the clay from drying out and her tentacles are garrote style clay cutters. She has one brain which is shaped like a disk, meant to resemble the flat plane of a potters wheel. It floats around her head and almost mimics a halo. Her neck is also floating  and her mouth and blood are colored a terracotta orange. Her lucid marks show up as glowing drip patterns covering her hands and ‘spilling’ from her pit.

I’m not entirely sure on her name but I’m heavily considering Nadea.

Lore

Before she took the pill, she was a sculptor who worked on claymation style short films. The main draw for her to scyphozate was the claims that it would up the speed at which the user created their art as her chosen art form takes quite a while to complete. She regrets taking it a lot and wishes there was a way to reverse it.

She is an abyssal jelly, her art taking up the vast majority of her time. She doesn’t speak at all when in the studio but will sometimes drag passersby over to voice the characters while she films. Her lucid zones are few and far between (don’t want to specify an exact timeframe because I can’t,,, find the place where it talk about them,,,) and she isn’t known to sleep, working around the clock on most days. She describes her headworld as a maze of twisted passageways that she can’t find a way out of. She’s been mapping it as best she can, trying to make some sort of peace with the situation that she has found herself in.

Personality 

In her dark zones she is very singleminded and insistent. She only interacts with other people when she needs their help and doesn’t speak to them. She gets upset quickly if people don’t agree to do what she wants them to or don’t understand her gestures.

When lucid, she is much less cheery than she used to be and rarely wants to continue making her art like she did before she took the pill. She does her best to put in a brave face for the people that care about her but she’s frustrated at how rare her lucidity is and how little she can do other than art while in her dark zones. She keeps smiling but it seems… tired… somehow.