now that’s a face with a thousand questions. we could give you some answers, stranger. the oracle requests you draw a card. just focus intently on what you want to know most, and pull from the deck. you won’t need to say any more than that– we’ll leave it to the fates.
you draw: the moon, inverted
species: human
alignment: neutral
“i am alone in my room, between two worlds.” ― sylvia plath
vulnerability has never been your strong suit. you play a tougher role than you mean to, but it is one you’ve played your whole life. independence, which you value so heartily, plays a role in your recent arrival to town, and you are in for quite the surprise. the cynical outlook you have can depress you greatly, especially in foreign surroundings. and something lurks, you know it, though you can’t quite place your finger on it. is it fear or stubbornness?
age: twenty-two
gender & pronouns: cis female, she/her
faceclaim: naomi scott
occupation: software engineer at the polis hotel
born into a more than comfortable family, cleo raja had no real hardships throughout her childhood. she had two loving parents, older twin brothers, and various different activities to structure out her life. for the most part, she was as well-adjusted as any parent could ask for. unfortunately, her mother passed away and of her family, she took the loss most outwardly hardest. shouts to be left alone, door slamming, and in general, a bad attitude, all singularly from cleo, worked its way into the raja home and the hostility was there to stay. though, over the years, cleo’s attitude subdued, offering mostly apathy and mouthy comments. she invested in honing her coding talents and spent most her time locked away doing that because messing around in only something she understood and knew about held some comfort.
eventually, her brothers left to college and cleo stayed back to finish high school, then stayed longer, commuting to dartmouth. attending the ivy league was much like how she spent high school, though perhaps, with a little more intensity in solitude given the freedom — there was little cleo was ever seen without her headphones on, laptop in front of her, and with an energy drink or whatever caffeine she got her hands on.
recently graduated and with both job opportunities in her field and her family’s abundant connections, cleo figured she’d finally move out when she got a job offer in a town called castor for a software programmer at a hotel. after all, fighting with her too optimistic and meddlesome dad at every turn was more than annoying. moving from home wasn’t very hard considering she’d never been friendly enough to have anyone to miss. her new life in castor proved a little more lonelier than she would have figured. at home, she could stand to be alone because of the familiarity there, but the foreign territory was a glaring reminder that cleo was a little out of her comfort zone. even more, there’s just something a little off about the town that she can’t quite nail.
