Indigo/profile

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## Personality

Eccentric ◇ Imaginative ◇ Whimsical ◇ Airy ◇ Curious ◇ Affectionate
Blunt ◇ Manipulative ◇ Hedonistic ◇ Lonely ◇ Obsessive ◇ Flippant

Charm is a mystery wrapped in enough flowing cloth and eccentricities to whisk you away to her own world. With her wild imagination, it may as well be a different planet in its entirety. Always weaving her words to paint even the most mundane of the normal in a more whimsical and magical light. Her perception held onto its rosy tint for many years, cradling as much love for her world as she did the people in it. Despite her amiable nature, a spirit flowing free as her own has no filter to speak of- she'd tell you if she did... Charm speaks exactly what she’s thinking in the moment, ignorant of any repercussions and social cues.

Her flippancy in these situations can delve straight into insensitivity, empathy present but her consideration lacking. She generally means no harm, but maintains the view of 'if it happens it happens.' There’s little thought to her words and actions, she simply ebbs and flows wherever “fate” takes her - or whatever quest her next curiosity calls for. Always drifting, seeking more pleasure, looking to find more magic in an otherwise unfortunate and bland world.

However, she does still value your feelings in her own way. Charm is capable of her eccentric and often inconsiderate ways because, at the end of the day, whether you think she's charming or a jerk or she's too strange to be real is no matter to her. What matters is that you felt something at all. If you love her, she loves you. If you hate her, she loves you. Anything you feel towards her is valid. Any attention is good attention. The only fault is apathy. If you feel for her, that is a meaningful connection in her eyes. If you feel for her, then you must think about her. If you feel, that's something truly special isn't it?

It means when she dies, you'll remember her. You'll cry for her, be angry for her, be angry at her even!!
Even if it's a tinge of relief in your chest--
If you feel something for her passing, she'll never be lonely... right?

## Background

The hand fate gave her was of a strange variety- or so she'd been told.

An unfortunate accident put Indigo under the adoring care of a scam artist she called a godparent. With their status of a fraud, Sage Lovelace (one of many names) lead her by the hand into an unconventional childhood but one filled with whimsy and excitement. Or that was all they let her see, having rarely stayed in one place long enough.

Behind the scenes of their 'psychic' business, they embezzled money from the gullible, the curious, the vulnerable to provide for her. For their clients, money was always the "source" of their unhappiness. For their daughter, however, any material possession she wanted, she'd get. From extravagant cloaks to the notebook with the pretty cover to a custom tarot deck- as long as it wasn't a horse or a sword it was hers. But Indigo recalled loving Sage the most simply because they answered her questions. Even if their answers were at times obtuse or obvious lies they were a far cry from the dismissing response of "not now, Indigo" which echoed in distant memory. No longer was her imagination locked in notebooks within a barren bedroom.

Every belief had merit and in every curiosity another quest.
There was magic in the simplest of things!

It was around the age of sixteen Indigo herself initiated the idea she help in Sage's schemes - much to their surprise she understood their schemes at all. For as much of a space cadet she appeared to be, they supposed Indigo must have had a good view from there. Though they tried to dissuade her, she was determined to take the reigns of the business so Sage could lay low. They grew tired and sloppy in their old age after all.

"Madam Charm" became Indigo's new identity, a reference to her guardian calling her their good luck charm. It was a small measure of seperation but it did it's job. To all but one, Indigo Lovelace isn't a person to exist, but whispering voices spoke the power of "Charm" the young medium. And Charm loved her clients.

The feelings for their lost loved ones which spilled forth in each session were wholy enchanting to her. Love. Anguish. Anger. Regret. The "I wish I could have"s which only made her wonder the "why didn't you"s? Their emotions were truth amoungst the lies which brought them forth. But falsities were all there was to her. From her worlds of fantasy, to Sage's tall tales, to the spirits which spoke to her.

Charm couldn't hear a single soul, let alone the one she loved most after Sage's eventual passing. Disappointing but to no surprise. Saddening, yet not tragic. Charm had no powers other than painting broad strokes, weaving words which really anybody could say about anyone - it only sounded specific enough to be about you. Without Sage, she was at a loss of what to do now. At a loss that no one else seemed to care they were gone or rather no one seemed to know. Like no one but her knew them. Like they never existed to anyone but her.

A lonely existence shared between two. Though she never saw a concern about their own passing before they were gone (perhaps being their goal), for Charm... for Indigo..? The idea of dying without someone to cry for her, to regret for her, to be angry at her even... to pass without leaving someone behind...
It was frightening.

Her clients are a only temporary comfort. Her clients were the closest relations she had. People deeply entwined with her at least in her eyes. Afterall! it was never past loved ones or other forces making them feel so strongly. It was always her. But it was always a one-way street and she couldn't stay in one place long enough until...

A printed letter found its way into her hand, or rather lodged itself under her table. Despite her keen eye, Charm couldn't pinpoint how it got there or who left it there. Perhaps... the street wasn't so one-way after all! It’s journey’s call. The tug of fate’s strings...

A love letter.

## Trivia

* Birthday: June 19
	+ Gemini-Cancer, cusp of magic.
* A collector (read: thief) of trinkets from her clients. Trinkets range from expensive rings and pins to lip balm and buttons- as long as she can get her hands on something, she wants it. Tries to take at least one item from each for memories sake and is surprisingly proficient at matching names to items no matter how insignificant.
	+ The collection travels with her wherever she goes in a suitcase.
* Truly loves writing fiction. Paranormal short stories by her can be found in publications under the pseudonym “Anomaly Mouse”
* Quite formal while speaking, Charm tends to refer to others as Mr/Ms/Mx + their last name whenever applicable.
* Views the concept of fate/destiny as something comforting and sweet, rather than meaningless and binding.
* Important to note, Indigo will always introduce herself as simply “Charm” out of habit and for her own comfort. It’s unlikely for others to know her true name at this point unless it’s something we’ve discussed or she’s mentioned it to them!
* Moff.

## Quotes

* > "*Say Something Here*"
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― name & when / to whom