( jenna coleman / 250 / she + her ) touched by destiny, caryn moreau steps onto the shores of kairos. the nymph-shifter (dryad-wolf) has threads woven with the scent of bread baking in the morning light, the sound of whispers in rustling leaves, and the soft touch of silken flower petals. they are accompanied by whispers of a prophecy: ❛caught between the earth and moon, the path before is only lit by the sun of truth. ❜ only time will tell if the artiste is here to fulfill their fate or bring about its ultimate undoing
Characters Basics
Character Name: Caryn Moreau
Nicknames: tbd
Species: Hybrid – Nymph-shifter – Dryad & wolf
Age: 250
Birthdate: Oct. 30
Birthplace: the Moors of Kairos
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Residence: Isle of Kairos
Occupation: Pastry chef at The Olive Branch
Languages: English & Greek
Physical Appearance
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Height: 5’ 2”
Notable Facts: Although she possesses the vine-like tattoos of her dryad heritage, they are fainter than most, showing most obviously in autumn when the red, orange, and gold colors shine most.
Faceclaim: Jenna Coleman
Personality & Random
Positive Traits: Creative, whimsical, devoted
Negative Traits: Impulsive, forgetful, stubborn
Type: ENFP – The Campaigner
Enneagram: 7 – The Enthusiast
Hobbies: Sketching, playing piano, trying new things
Biography
Being born to a dryad and a werewolf, Caryn ended up being someone unique and surrounded by love. She considered herself lucky – despite the potential difficulties of being caught between two worlds, her life had been fairly idyllic. Only as she got older did she come to understand the way some people in those two worlds looked down on her and her older sibs. Both nymph and shifter, but not enough of either for some people in both worlds. Still, despite those few, she felt welcome throughout the moors and in the heart at the howling glade, and she has always called Kairos her home.
Pursuing the passion in her heart, Caryn tried out all kinds of creative pursuits – art, music, even cooking. She found her calling in baking, the creating both savory and sweet treats for all who came into her realm – all of them marked by her artistic mastery. It led her family to help her find mentors, people who would teach her their skills, and now she pursues that vocation as a chef where her edible masterpieces can be truly appreciated.
That doesn’t mean she’s given up her other artistic pursuits, but now they can just be her hobbies.
Caryn believes she has everything she could ever want in her family, her home, and her work. So she dances through life, letting her entire being live with the rhythm of nature and the call of the moon. There is an innocence to her, and a hint of mischief, but she means no harm to any.
the crimson moon had been full not that long ago and a transformation had come from girl to wolf, it had been a lot more gruesome and haunting than her first transformation. the blood moon influencing the lycan chromosomes within her to become more feral and primal, the howl still felt trapped within her chest and she needed a break from the howling glade, from the pack that had began to worm it's way into her heart and the monster that she had become. the shadows reached for her from within the alley, tendrils of the darkest wisps snaked around her ankles and tried to destroy everything good within.
she didn't see the other woman in the alleyway with her, only became aware of her presence when she was right in front of her and she was grateful for the distraction. recognizing the waitress " no worries -- oh, shit. Is the Olive Branch closed?"
Caryn blinked, then realized she recognized the other figure. “Oh, hey, Charlie,” she grinned, having seen her from time to time at the Glade. Granted, she wasn’t sure they knew each other well. Not considering they seemed to have very different personalities. But at least Charlie hadn’t tried to kill her or run her off, despite Caryn’s sunshine type persona. “You’re definitely late if you’re wanting food here. We just closed a few minutes ago. People are in full-on clean up mode.”
Which she got out of as soon as she finished cleaning her station and dishes. The rest of the restaurant didn’t fall under her responsibility since she had to get there earlier than most people in order to start baking the fresh bread they served. For which she could only be eternally grateful.
She glanced up at the stars overhead then back down towards her fellow wolf. “On an all-nighter?”
“ caryn ! ” the former shifter exclaims , offering a small smile as she steps back after making sure they're both steady . “ i'm sorry , i wasn't paying attention to my surroundings . ” she apologises . she knows the other woman knows about the drama surrounding her family — something she is a bit relieved at times , having someone know . on one hand , it's nice to have people who don't know . but it's nice that there are some people around town who are more aware .
“ dancing ? oh , um , that sounds lovely , actually , if you don't mind me joining . ” something that would be fun and feels normal .
“I don’t mind at all!” Caryn’s grin came out bright and friendly and . . . well, she supposed some would say sunshiny, but she preferred to consider the full moon. Woman, dryad, wolf . . . she loved everything and enjoyed having all sides of her in harmony. “I’ve had a great night, but busy, busy, busy, and I need to get rid of the excess energy that built up so I can hopefully pass out at some point.” She began walking, heading towards the edge of town with a little skip in her step. “And I want the wind in the trees and the stars overhead.”
a quiet laugh slips past her lips. there's something familiar in the way caryn's words tumble out ⸻ the same unfiltered honesty her children have when they forget to guard their thoughts. even reminds her of poets who used to wander temple gardens, too full of thoughts to keep them contained. ❛ i wouldn't say that's a flaw. it can be refreshing sometimes. at least people know where they stand with you. ❜ her amusement only grows when caryn shares her plans. ❛ i can walk with you a while, if you'd like. the moon tends to sing louder with company. ❜
“Oh! Yes, they certainly will!” Caryn nods, her eyes wide with agreement. “I’m a bad liar. No, I’m a terrible liar. Even if I manage to keep the words from spilling out, you can read my feelings all over my face. It’s just . . .” She made a movement with her hands, like a suggestion of fireworks exploding. “Bam! All up and there and clear for people to see.” A bright smile blossomed on her face. “You’re welcome to come along if you’d like,” she agreed, thinking back to full moons and packsong. “It really does sing louder, doesn’t it?”
the daemon has always appreciated her regulars — no matter how often or little they come to the shop . if they are returning customers , it means they've done something well enough for someone to return . and she has the cameras on just in case she doesn't hear the bell over the door , since she needed to step into the back for a few minutes . something she is glad for when she sees movement and realises she did in fact miss the bell . the daemon flips the laptop shut and slips out from the back , making sure to make some noise as she walks so as not to startle — something she'd started doing when she spooked a poor human who had not been expecting her to appear as they were looking at one of the ready-to-wear items by the window .
“ hi , welcome back . ” she offers a warm smile , finally calmer between her spa trip and hunt , but glad to be hiding away in her shop again .
“Valeriya!” Caryn beamed, her sheer exuberance on its usual bright display. “I didn’t expect to see the owner herself!” She’d have been happy with anyone, especially given the previous items she’d bought here. Buying her once a year splurge here had become a habit after they’d managed to tailor something perfectly for her petite frame. “And I know I’m later than usual for my winter dress, but things have been kind of crazy.”
She wasn’t ignorant of everything that had been happening on the island, but things like that just didn’t linger in her mind. Day-to-day and living in the moment had always been her style, her watchwords. Caryn never lingered over grudges or hurts . . . or the flipside of those bright highs either.
Probably why she could never keep a romantic partner for longer than a handful of dates.
Brushing that off, she grinned at the blonde. “So, am I too late for a dress and two jackets for this winter, or did I make it under the wire?”
baking is definitely not her passion . she would always choose potions and plants , no matter how much she enjoys eating baked goods . ❛ it doesn't really wear me down , i'm just less of a perfectionist when it comes to it . ❜ the nymph explains with a smile , head tilting when the other spins in a circle . ❛ it does sound like you have found your passion . ❜ a good thing . everyone deserves to feel passionate about something in life .
❛ right . you can't pour from an empty cup . ❜
“And so,” Caryn chuckled, “what is your passion? What drives you to strive for perfection?” She could still feel the song of the forest, the roots of her tree and the calls of the pack, but curiosity might be one of her greatest weaknesses. Getting to know people? That would always be one of her hobbies. People would be amazed at where she could find inspiration, but where better than in the people around her.
