October Snow -- #250

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Username: HailHydra
Flit name: October Snow -- often referred to as the Mistress of Ice, likes to be called October or if you get close to her, you may call her Toby
Pronouns: She/her

Blood colour: October's blood is rather pale, unlike how blood normally appears, hers looks very pale blue, near white in colour, which ties into her magical ability. Her blood is warm until something happens to make her blood spill in any way; when it is spilled, it's icy cold to the touch.
Magical ability: Her ability, is rather simple. October has the ability to heal others at a fast rate. But sometimes something comes along with it, like a consequence for her using her abilities. When she heals someone, the weather gets frighteningly cold and bitter. October hates how that has to happen every time she decides to help and heal someone. This leads October to sometimes take the route of healing without her magical ability, which she really hates, but if it means that winter storms and cold weather won't follow, she'll gladly take the non-magical route.
Prompt answer: This flit is very passionate about one thing; ice. Even though she dreads how cold weather follows her whenever she heals a flit, she does enjoy making things out of ice. October will take the time to etch and carve ice into a scuplture, or she'll use ice as paper and write short stories, poems, or just her thoughts down onto it. She keeps all of her work safe in her icy cold cave, where she now resides so she won't doom another town to a neverending winter. October usually prefers to scuplt ice into the shape of flitz that matter to her, or she'll carve into ice and create the monsters and creatures she often dreams of at night. Most of the time, it's herself, but twisted into something more insidious. Other times, her carvings and stories will be brighter, more innocent; like a child's dreams and wishes. She likes to keep those in view for others to see. October likes to show off her work, but never anything that's dark or twisted, those stay in the back of her cave, only rarely will she ever have one of those pieces sitting out for someone to see them.

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The cold wind nipped at the nose of October, warning the flit of what was to come. She always despised it, not being able to help others without having harsh weather follow; it was both a blessing and a curse. She remembered vaguely back to the first time she helped someone; she was proud of herself, for she had just healed someone.

October couldn't have imagined what would follow, how could someone know that a furious blizzard would reign terror on her small town? She was just as baffled as everyone else, and she didn't even know it was because of her, not until it happened again, and again. With each new flit she healed, another cold front hit her town. October started to realize that she had a burden, not a gift. She could heal other flitz abnormally fast, but she always had to deal with the consequence of cold weather. Ironically, the cold weather is what made more flitz get injured and sick. So every time she healed someone, another flit got hurt. She was cursed. October began to try to understand why she had to be the one burdened with this.. malevolent curse. The small town always seemed to be coated in sheets of snow, whether she healed someone or not, it was like her town was doomed to an eternal winter; often during nights, October would stay awake, gazing at the stars, letting tears freely roll down her cheeks, and she'd softly whisper, "Why me?" followed by several apologies with her voice cracking and wavering with every sob that racked her body.

The dragon-like flit continued to help others out, but instead of using her ability, she began to heal them without the aid of magic. October found it relatively annoying to not be able to use the "gift" she was born with to help others, but nevertheless, she was glad that she could help others without it. Sometimes she wished that she could use her magic, just one more time-- to heal everyone, but she knew that was near impossible; if she ever did that, the weather would be catastrophic. Sometimes she would go to heal someone and they'd give her a nasty look before telling her to go away, that they didn't want any help from a witch. As much as that hurt October, she continued to help others; at least, up until no one would accept her help anymore.

Everyone in the town had a new thing to fear, someone new to fear... October Snow. She never hurt anyone, not intentionally, but the town believed that she knew that when she healed, that the cold weather would start up again. They believed that the young flit was purposely causing bad weather so that others could get hurt or sick, just so she could help them and appear like a hero to them. October never intended any of that, she wholeheartedly wanted to help out her fellow town members so she could be helpful in some way, and as she got older, she began to slowly stop helping others, and slowly, the town began to have less snowfall. October hated it, she loathed not being able to help others because of the fear she had screaming in the back of her head. She didn't want to be accused as a witch, not again. October would have avoided that accusation if not for her brother falling ill. When he fell ill, she broke the only promise she ever made; and used her ability to heal him. When she healed him, a storm brewed; a big one at that.

The town was hit by an unexpected fury of snow and ice. October, paralyzed, watched as the one flit she healed-- froze. Her brother froze and the rest of her town with him.

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Come softly snow, upon the ground -
Come swiftly snow, in dense sheets down -
Cover this land with death's cold touch
Leave nothing spared, from dust to dust.

Come quickly cold, to squeeze out life,
Come quietly cold, to winter's night.
And embalm each finger-blade of grass
Until it all is brittle glass.

If they should wake before dawn's light
To taste the crisp wind's ghostly bite -
If they should wake in such a way,
Please let me be far and away.

I did not touch their cornerstone,
I did not touch their crops or homes -
Yet on pulpit they accuse me now,
They call my magic dark and foul.

I healed and helped the sick and old,
I cared for those who's deaths were told.
Yet my payment comes upon a stake,
Tomorrow, yes, they've set the date.

So Winter ice, I summon thee -
Cast your fury on those who seek
To burn my flesh and scorch my bones -
Let them know, yes, let them know that
Even bright flame can't stop the cold.

Take their crops and take their homes,
Inch through the cracks and eat the stones.
If they want a witch, they'll get one -
If you seek monsters, monsters come.

I see the corn withering here,
The horses flicking frosty ears.
Through fields of death I wander through
Dead fields of snow - a lovely view.

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Dreams:
- Not being feared by anyone
- Someday having a family of her own
- Healing others w/o the consequence of cold weather
- Being accepted and not being shunned for her ability
- Living in a town with other flitz instead of being alone

Fears:
- Dying alone
- Being shunned forever
- Not being able to redeem herself
- Losing anyone else she cares about
- Helping someone and using her ability by accident and causing another cold front to hit where she is

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- Ice sculptor, makes nightmare-like stuff for herself and makes child-ish sculptors and gives them away to flitlings
- Very pessimistic, sadly
- Afraid to fall in love in case the one she loves falls ill; she fears accidentally using her ability to heal them and then they end up freezing from the cold front that follows
- Tries to get rid of her ability by locking herself away from others and depriving herself of resources; ends up not working but she gets really grateful for the things she has
- Mild PTSD from seeing people freeze from a storm that followed when she healed people back when she was younger, she gets occasional panic attacks and nightmares because of it
- Ironically loves cold things even though it's a big issue if she uses her ability
- Big time day dreamer who often sings to herself because she's low-key afraid of someone hearing her sing
- She's actually a very good singer and wants to pursue a career that deals with singing but she's too afraid that people will judge her and make fun of her,, or flat out ignore her because of her past (even though no one really knows it but her and one flit)
- The one flit who knows of her past is actually her brother, and she thought he died but he actually didn't-- she thought he froze, but he was already an icy baby, and he was just still and he naturally already looks like ice; the reason he didn't move or go after her is because he's afraid of her
- Thinks about her ability often, trying to think of ways to use it without the consequence that follows

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1422 words used in total for the prompt response, short story, poem, dreams + fears, and ideas I have for her if I were to get her