{ B A S I C S }
LEGAL NAME: Dorothea Craven Unknown
NICKNAMES: Thea None
ALIAS: Conor
GENDER / PRONOUNS: Female / She/Her
AGE: 28 years old
DOB: January 25th, 1893 Unknown
PLACE OF BIRTH: New Orleans, Louisiana, USA Unknown
YEARS ON MERIDIUM: 99 years
ATTUNEMENT: Air
NATIONALITY: American Unknown
ETHNICITY: African-American, African-Haitian, & white ( English, Irish, French, & German ) Unknown
OCCUPATION: Pilot Unknown
LANGUAGES: English (fluent), French (fluent), Creole (conversational), ASL (elementary proficiency/conversational)
RELIGION: AgnosticÂ
ORIENTATION: Demisexual Biromantic
DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: OCCASIONALLY | NO | NO
{ P H Y S I C A L Â A T T R I B U T E S }
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Brown
HEIGHT: 5â˛-6âł
WEIGHT: 134 lbs
TATTOOS: --
SCARS: --
{ P E R S O N A L I T Y }
TRAITS
+ spunky, daring, witty, charming, bold, dedicated
- challenging, outspoken, impulsive, reactive, skeptical
MBTI: ESFP
ALIGNMENT: True Neutral
LIKES: TBD
DISLIKES: TBD
GOALS/DREAMS: TBD
FEARS: TBD
{ R E L A T I O N S H I P S }
PARENTS
Unknown (mother) - Deceased
Unknown (father) - Deceased
SIBLINGS
Unknown
ROMANTIC
Unknown
{ B I O G R A P H Y }
trigger/content warnings: none
OFFICIAL BIOGRAPHY
You were born to a small family, or at least you think you were. You might have been married judging by the tan line from a ring on your finger, but the ring is long gone along with any other kinds of belongings or items to indicate who you are. You canât be too sure these days and itâs not because of the years that have passed on this island. The only thing you remember are the waves, the salty air, and the sand. When you woke up, everything was fuzzy and your head ached. How you got there, why you were there, and when you got there. You donât even know when youâre from. Most importantly, you donât even know yourself or who youâve left behind.
When you first woke up, you were floating on a piece of wood and you just couldnât seem to drown. When you woke up a second time, you were somewhere on an island, far away from anyone. You lived on the island for some time without having contact with anyone, hiding whenever you heard a strange noise, thinking you were alone on this island. You were scared because you donât know who or where you are. Somehow though, you have enough sense and skill to take care of yourself. Eventually, someone finds you as you talk to yourself and mark the days youâve spent on the island on a tree. You donât know how they heard you, but they did. Once they told you everything was okay, all the dust settled and the breeze stopped blowing.
You choose a new name for yourself because you donât remember your real one. You are shy at first, but soon take on a new personality. You arenât too sure about how ânewâ your personality is, but no one on the island knows you or has even heard of you. The tan line on your ring finger slowly fades away and you begin to forget about who may be missing you. And as the years go by, you canât even be sure what year you are from. You call yourself the woman out of time as you lose track and learn new things from new castaways. You live among the survivors unattached to people and you act indifferent and carefree, claiming youâve moved on and live in the now. Still, you can only hope though that eventually, the next survivor will have some information as to who you are.
PRE-MERIDIUM
Dorothea âTheaâ Craven, was born in 1893 and grew up in the early 1900s during the height of aviation. She became interested in flying at a young age and was very determined and adventurous. She eventually learned to fly and made it her life and a career.Â
Her family traveled quite a bit when she was younger and learning to speak, so she developed an interest in adventure and languages. Because of this, her accent is difficult to pinpoint. Some may call it a Transatlantic or Mid-Atlantic accent. Her free spirit never changed and she ultimately became a pilot. It is unknown what she was a pilot for whether it was for military, expeditionary, or show purposes.
When Dorothea wanted to become a pilot, she was not allowed to obtain a license at that time in the United States. She ultimately ended up moving to France for a time to take lessons and earn her license.
MERIDIUM
She crash landed in the water around Meridium while she was on a solo flying expedition. It is unknown how and why the plane crashed and whether it was a strange malfunction, pilot error, or sabotage. She has been unable to recover the wreckage of the plane and is unable to determine what really happened to her.Â
When Thea landed in the water, she hit her head and when she woke up, she had no memory of who she was or how she got there. She didnât even know she was flying the plane that crashed. She woke up on a piece of wreckage from the plane and soon floated until she hit land. It is suspected her air attunement manifested shortly after landing in the water as she never drowned.
She landed on a side of the island where no one saw her and she thought she was alone. She survived on the island for a few days until she was found by the rest of the survivors on Meridium. Before she was found, she hid from any slight noise that was made, even if it was far away, which she didnât realize was far away.
Since she didnât know her name, she chose a new one for herself. She settled on the name Conor, but she wasnât entirely sure why she chose it. It just spoke to her.Â
Conor doesnât remember anything about where she was from, who her family was, or even what year sheâs from. She remembers skills and some historical facts, but gets things confused, especially since sheâs learned so much about current events from newer survivors.Â
More will be updated as Conor learns more about herself / as I figure out stuff.
{ A M N E S I A }
THE BASICS
Long story short, Conor remembers things about the outside world and basic things, but she doesnât remember personal details about them or her own personal memories. It is unknown why she doesnât remember anything and whether it is mental or physical trauma or something else.
Conor hasnât made much of an effort to try and recover her memories because she finds it better to not remember what sheâs lost than to remember everyone and everything sheâs left behind. Sheâs seen what itâs like for other survivors to cope with the loss of their homes, families, friends, and their old lives.Â
Conor still gets easily confused about details mainly because over time sheâs learned more about the outside world in more modern ways and gets them confused with what she knows and what sheâs learned.
At times, remembering things or thinking about what she does know feels like an out of body experience. She remembers things but they feel so far away.
She thinks she must have been married or at least engaged because when she was found, she had a ring tan line on her finger, but has never figured out what happened. Conor does feel sad sometimes like sheâs missing someone and may sometimes cry in private, but sheâs learned to repress those feelings over time as sheâs given up on remembering who they are.Â
She obviously knows sheâs not from modern times or really any time after the 1940s, but she canât pinpoint her actual birth year and when she grew up. With so much time on the island and spending so much time with more castaways from modern times, she feels much more modern.Â
EXAMPLES
Conor knows what a car is and how it operates and that the cars she knew were different than they are now, but she doesnât know if she had a car, who taught her how to drive, or how cars look different than they do now.
Conor knows films exist and has seen older films such as A Trip To The Moon (1902), but she doesnât remember that she knows about them because she saw them when she was ten years old and not because some film major crash landed on the island and told her about it.Â
Conor loves and misses music and listened to it a lot. She knows she listened to music on records, but couldnât tell you specifically what her favorite song was (she does know of specific artists and songs) or if she ever went to parties where they played music.
{ I N T E R V I E W }
What do you remember last before landing here?
The woman looked at the person in front of her, searching for any words that made sense. She couldnât think of a damn thing. Itâd been a few days since she landed on the island and this was the first time sheâd seen anyone. She was still surprised that anyone heard her when she spoke to herself. She was sure that she was alone. âI just rememberâŚsand and water. The sun and the sky. I woke up on a piece of driftwood or something. There was some kind of fabric on it and when I thought I was going to drown because I was so exhausted and there wasnât any kind of land in sight. When I woke up again, I was on sand and that was it.â She bounced her knee up and down as she stared at the person. âI canât remember anything else. I-I donât even remember my own name."
Have you ever killed? If so: why? If not: could you?
âI just told you that I donât even remember my own name,â the woman replied. She knitted her eyebrows in frustration. Did they even hear what she just said? How could they even ask her something like this now. She looked around at the trees blowing over their heads and she let out a heavy sigh. The woman leaned forward and spoke in a low tone. âIf I did, would you kick me off the island? Send me back to sea so I can die of heat stroke? Wouldnât that make you a murderer too?â She raised her eyebrows. She leaned back. âOr did you want to know if Iâve killed someone so I can kill someone else so you donât have to get your hands dirty?â The person in front of her didnât seem amused. The woman bit the inside of her cheek. âLetâs just go with no. I havenât killed someone. And if I did have to kill someone, itâs going to be because of self defense. If you want someone dead, youâll have to do it yourself or find someone else."
What is your greatest achievement? Biggest regret?
The woman shook her head, laughing without humor. âGreatest achievement? Not dying on the open ocean,â she replied. Considering she didnât remember anything, surviving a few days on an island by herself seemed like a pretty big achievement. âBiggest regret?â On the other hand, she couldnât think of what she regretted. She came on the island by herself and couldnât even say what year it was, which seemed awfully sad. She had a watch, so at least she could tell them what time it was, but there was nothing on it to indicate a year. âI guess I regret not having a calendar on me,â she told them.














