From Death, breeds Life. All of these things are cyclical, after all. Miriam Shushkevich | Supergiant | Own Home in Fibonacci. Dependent OC Blog with Isola
// Alright, here’s an interest/starter call for Miriam for this event! I’m up for swapping muses, or having her interact with someone who’s swapped, so feel free to like for either. Her information is all here.
Capping at two, but you can go over if I know you/your muse well. Note that I’ll be DM’ing you to work out details!
Nodding off wasn’t a new thing for Eddie, but waking up in Miriam’s office was- waking up sitting at her desk. Hands move to rub at his face then he stretches his arms as he sits up in the desk chair. Pretty comfy, he doesn’t remember how he got there though. Eyes blink and he looks around the room, expecting to see her somewhere but- wait. Something was missing. Whenever Eddie woke from unconsciousness Venom always said something. They always said good morning or complained about him sleeping too much or not sleeping enough and it was usually always followed by how hungry they felt.
“Vee?” The voice that breathes out the nickname wasn’t his own. It’s the lack of an answer that shakes him more and he’s standing up a little too quickly. “Venom?!” In a small panic he pushes the chair out and searches the room for a lump of black goo. It isn’t until he’s throwing things around the office that he notices that Venom isn’t the only thing missing. Taking a closer look now at his hands and then.. his figure…
“WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!! VENOM???!!!!!!!” Complete freak-out happening in three…. two….
There’s a dull headache hanging out just north of her eyebrows, a feeling that’s regular when sleeping in odd places. Something is wrong though, when she takes that first long breath of consciousness. It’s enough that Miriam doesn’t open her eyes, she instead takes a few more breaths, listening to the sound of air in her throat until she’s certain that it’s wrong. Slowly, carefully, she opens her eyes, and looks in quiet, abject horror at her hands. After all, she’s never shape-shifted in her sleep before, and never not just reverted when concentration dropped.
She doesn’t quite know who this is, not at first by the clothes and the hands. After all, memorizing the skin and small things of others is something she struggles with.
So, she tests the legs and stands, gripping the edge of the table with a white knuckle grip. Testing the voice is a real possibility, though the idea that she’s truly not where she belongs, and this isn’t just some head trick acting a little too real for her liking.
The screaming is a welcome distraction, something that lets her stumble for the door, catching her reflection in the glass. It’s startling, and makes her freeze in the doorway, gawking.
Best to just yell and see if the actual consciousness of this body will respond. After all, she runs into Eddie more often than not.
“Eddie?” The voice is jarring out in the empty hallway, Miriam trying not to let her borrowed knees tremble. “Eddie! You, you’d better be in here somewhere! Can you hear me?!”
// Alright, here’s an interest/starter call for Miriam for this event! I’m up for swapping muses, or having her interact with someone who’s swapped, so feel free to like for either. Her information is all here.
Capping at two, but you can go over if I know you/your muse well. Note that I’ll be DM’ing you to work out details!
// Alright, here’s an interest/starter call for Miriam for this event! I’m up for swapping muses, or having her interact with someone who’s swapped, so feel free to like for either. Her information is all here.
Capping at two, but you can go over if I know you/your muse well. Note that I’ll be DM’ing you to work out details!
Miriam Shushkevich, better known as Miri to most, is a 26 year old former human who ascended to the status of life deity about 8 years ago. Prior to entering Isola, she was a nomad who traveled around Europe with her odd son, trying to avoid violent cult activities.
This is not a starter call, but just general information and a plotter! Feel free to like this if you’d like to chat, but I’ll make an actual call later for people who are interested.
TWs: cults, murder, trauma, gore, and kidnapping
Basics:
- Miriam is a 5′5 woman with a multitude of stretchmarks and thighs more powerful than a nuclear power plant.
- Notable features include her hair, which is naturally bright red and a chin length bobs. Those bangs have obviously been cut by Miriam herself, and are a tad bit uneven.
- She has several piercings and tattoos! This includes a fancy arm sleeve, a chest piece, and piercings in her ears and nose.
- Miriam has a significant scar on her throat on both sounds, at the front and back of her neck. Subsequently, she is prone to sore throats, especially when overusing her voice.
- Available wardrobe items are going to range from light colored, hippy-aesthetic clothing, to big sweatshirts and high-waisted jeans.
- Miriam has a thick Ukranian accent! Remember that when you speak.
Powers:
- Miriam’s primary and most significant ability is her plant generation and manipulation. This means you can do all sorts of plant related things, whether they be real or made up.
- These powers are easy to use! Too easy to use, in fact. You’ll probably have more trouble not using them. It tends to get worse the more panicked you get, so it’s best to just try and be calm.
- Additional powers she has include her shape-shifting, the ability to split the consciousness, and a nasty holy presentation (which emits blinding light and deafening noise).
- These powers are far more controllable, but as a byproduct of that holy presentation, expect a constant full to overflowing feeling and tightness in the chest. Miriam carries an excessive amount of life energy in her body, and is practically bursting at the seams. This also causes occasional bouts of hiccups!
Living Space:
- Miriam has her own house in Fibonacci Ward! Said home has previously been shared by Lars van Allen (close friend) and Remy LeBeau (partner of ~1.5 years). Both are no longer in the city, but there will be signs of them around the house, especially the latter, who only recently left.
- The house despite being of decent size and only two floors, is easy to get lost on. You’ll have intrinsic knowledge on how to get around, but the home is set up like a maze.
- There is a large room on the first floor, that when opened, seems to be full of plants. They move on their own, and many of them are poisonous and/or venomous. Nothing in there is sentient, thankfully.
Memories and Mannerisms:
- Miriam has memories of her ascension. These memories involve several physically painful processes, including severe migraines, nausea, and body pain.
- Additionally, Miriam was kidnapped several years ago, and essentially underwent torture by the leader of a cult that had been worshiping her. The memories are painful, and still very clear. I’m happy to give you more details if this is something you’d like to use!
- Miriam has a son! He’s about 7 years old now, but has only aged physically about 6 months.
- Expect to be craving cigarettes as time goes on, and your muse may experience mood swings and dissociative episodes.
“Thanks for inviting me out. I know I haven’t been great at answering the phone, so sorry ‘bout that.” She’s been tired, taking long shifts and going to bed right afterward, without much to say in terms of her status in the world. Alive or dead, work was work, and Miriam had little mind for anything else as of late. Perhaps it was for the best, going out and getting something done that wasn’t something she just had to do. Recreation was the name of the game.
“We’re near the fun house thing. Want to check it out? We can always keep walking if not.”
“Have you gone skating before?” It’s something she had learned when she was small, her older sister determined to make a game out of watching her younger sister slip and fall. Miriam had never been fantastic at it, able to skate forwards and sometimes backwards. It was worth giving it another try, especially after a couple of years of not bothering with it.
“It’s not supposed to be something that you get on the first try, but it’ll probably help if you know a little. I’m probably not your best bet for learning, but uh, we can certainly try!”
// Hey guys! I sort of dropped the ball and disappeared for awhile. TL;DR I’ve had some bad brain days, and have just needed to subsist underground for awhile. I’m going to try and kick Miriam into gear now, so here’s a little Winterfes starter while I pretend I’m not dying from finals season.
Capping at two. Message me if you are determined to thread and the ad is full.
“Oh! Well, I was staying at this hostel a few years back. I went out for the night, and I guess I walked into a place that had the same layout as the place I was staying in? The furniture was a little different, but I was tired and sort of flopped into bed. Then like, twenty minutes later this random dude showed up and freaked the fuck out because I was trying to sleep in his room.”
“Luckily uh, the dude was cool and understood, and let me go without waking up the person running the place. So, that was pretty cool of him. I went home and just sort of sat there for awhile, trying to process what exactly happened.”
“Why is shampoo made so like, badly? The cheap stuff just makes your hair feel like ass, and honestly? That feels like a crime. I hate it, I hate it and I hate having to spend as much as I do on better shampoo because my damn hair is too thick, even with the bob.”
“This is kind of dumb, but uh, I get really freaked out on those roller-coasters that go upside-down. I don’t like the inversion feeling, and I always feel like I’m going to slip out of the belt if it’s not like, that big plastic thing that looks like it’s going to eat you alive.”
“My older sister convinced the guy at this one place to let me on even though I was under the height requirement. It was that one coaster that just goes around in a big loop-de-loop, and at the top of the loop, I was so small in the straps that they didn’t y’know, do their job keeping me in the seat. I sort of just dangled there while my sister held my shirt.”
“Oh, oh this one’s easy. Getting my bachelor’s degree when I had a baby right at the start of the year. It, wasn’t really a thing we were all expecting me to get through. I think my mom thought I was going to drop out after a year more than she thought I was going to make it through.”
Miriam laughs, and rubs the back of her neck. “I did it though. Not with honors or anything fancy, but I did it.”