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Falmanos
An odd name to be sure, but it is rather fitting, considering its owner. Falmanos is the name of a very unusual individual, of unknown origins. At least, unknown to most… even to it.
A strange character indeed, Falmanos appears often in history texts, though only tangentially. Never a main character, always off to one side, or behind the scenes. Typically a scientist of some sort, this elusive figure is only mentioned in text, and rarely has been captured on photographs… though the details of it are rather unclear, all the same.
So… what IS Falmanos? The answer is probably stranger than you think. Though perhaps not as strange as what is DOES.
Falmanos is an immortal. There’s no question of that. It is one being, who has lived for thousands upon thousands of years, travelling and exploring, learning and growing…. Up to a point. No one knows whether Falmanos is human, or something else, though there are compelling arguments for humanity. Every two hundred years or so, Falmanos disappears… and a new figure apparently emerges onto the scene, with the same name and appearance, but none of the memories.
In truth, Falmanos used to be a mere human. Ostelia Falman, a scientist of some renown, was her given name. She was an alchemist, in her first lifetime, mixing potions for various effects and of varying potency. She could never turn lead into gold, of course… but she was never really set on that. You see… she had other plans. Other desires. And a single, deep-rooted fear.
Death. Death terrified her. The thought of dying, with no idea of what lay beyond that black portal, chilled her to the bone. She would be paralyzed with fear, struggling to recover for up to fifteen minutes at a time. Her research was all devoted to averting that inevitability. Unfortunately for her… she succeeded. She stumbled upon a concoction that would grant her immortality… but unfortunately for her, she did not realize that humans are not meant for immortality. They are simply incapable of it, mentally… even if the body can be made to survive, the mind would slowly crumble.
She found this out the hard way. She was slowly, painstakingly driven mad by the constant influx of experiences and ideas that she could not process properly. Fewer and fewer things became new to her…. And those few new experiences she had soon became horrific. She needed a way out…. And, while her sanity held, she created another concoction. This one was far less impressive…. But far more important.
She erased herself. All memories of herself were wiped from her mind. IN the end, Ostelia Falman died… though no grave would ever hold her body. It could be described as being born anew…. Though, it was not, quite.
The girl she had become found the note Ostelia left for her. It told her her name… though the letter had been damaged. She took the name Falmanos for herself. The letter explained very little…. It contained only a set of coordinates, a number of potion recipes, and a small apology signed, simply, yourself.
Now... understandably this is a bit of a worrisome thing. Waking up in bed one day, an empty vial beside you, with nothing but a letter containing a name(however marred), an apology, and some recipes is a very disconcerting thing. However… this girl wasn’t about to give up. And she wasn’t going to have to go through with this alone, though that would prove to be interesting in an entirely different manner.
Falmanos, as she decided to call herself, set out to learn. She remembered only how to talk and read, and she learned swiftly how to take care of herself, thanks to a number of books. Cooking was particularly enjoyable to her, so she did that for a while…. But it turned out she couldn’t learn everything on her own. Eventually, she had to leave, to get new things, and she was greeted, by name, by people whom she no longer knew. It was a very strange thing…
Thankfully for her, only one person thought anything of it. A young man named Jacob, he took pity on her, seeing her utter confusion and recognizing how very lost she was. He helped her with everything, buying the groceries she had gathered without knowing she needed to pay for them and helping her back to her house. There, he managed to coax the story out of her, and come to understand what had happened to the Doctor everyone knew. However… rather than try to reverse the potion that removed her memory, he took it upon himself to help this newborn in an adult body. He stayed with her, taught her about life, and, slowly but surely, he and she fell in love…
But things would come to a crashing end, once more. She was immortal… she would not age. Indeed, she proved proof against disease, poisons, and many other possible means to her demise. She found that she regenerated marvelously, when injured, though depending on how badly she was injured she may have been very tired, and would sleep for weeks on end. Food proved to be a cure for this state, in sufficient quantity, but it was still very worrisome. She and Jacob, now wed, had to move several times to different areas of the country. After five years, without fail, they would relocate, and start anew. Few, if any, suspected the reason for this…
And, in the end… Jacob died. Falmanos had considered trying to recreate her immortality elixir, her impossible panacea… but unlike Ostelia Falman, Jacob had never feared death. He gently shushed her, and comforted her, as she wept for her loss… while he smiled, and told her that someday, he would see her again… in another life, or in the afterlife.
She was the only one who mourned him, in his hometown. All those he had known were long dead, or had forgotten him in their old age. She stood on the hill where he was buried… and her thoughts turned to the elixir that had led to their meeting. It would let her forget her pain…. At the cost of everything she had. The choice was there, but it was a very difficult one to make.
In the end, she succumbed. Having taken more precautions this time, leaving a small journal behind, she ensured that her next life would be an easier one… at least, at the first. And again, on a bright, sunny day, a girl awoke in bed, an empty vial nearby, and a note in her lap. Again, it contained the recipes, and a few more besides, and again it had a small, elegant apology, written in her hand.
And so it has gone, for many, many years. Falmanos has ‘died’ and been reborn countless times now. When she has lived a full, prosperous life, she may go as long as two hundred years before she erases herself. When her life has been wracked by hardship and pain, those intervals have been much shorter. In the end, though, she is still around, in some form or another. She still lives, after a fashion… and that little handwritten book of potions has grown, and grown, and grown.
There are few constants in this immortal’s life. One of them, though, is her profession. She is always a scientist of some sort, practicing alchemy on the side. She is an adept at mixing potions, her skills seeming natural at first, muscle memory worn deeply into very being, so deeply that she can mix anything in her little book without even having her eyes open. Another constant is her love for books. She is an avid reader, and has a very large collection of literature, collected over the ages. Tomes of magic, science, alchemy, biology, and many other subjects line the walls of her basement, while countless novels adorn the shelves of her bedroom bookcases.
The woman herself isn’t terribly impressive, you must understand, save for her longevity. A slight figure, perhaps five feet tall, with downy, white hair tipped in red, she has astonishingly deep, blue eyes. Her skin is a bit pale, due to her uncounted hours spent indoors, tinkering with this and that, yet it is a healthy shade. She is possessed of a very knowing, mischievous smile, often showing it to friends and to her projects as she works on them, satisfied that they are going well, and she tends to have an old, wire-framed pair of glasses on her person. They are, in fact, one of the few relics of her first life. Other relics have crumbled to dust, wound up in museums and private collections, or are, sometimes, still used by her. In particular, a pair of much, much smaller glasses that she often uses while working on her projects.
The woman herself is built along rather slender lines. She cannot gain or lose weight, really, so she still looks exactly as she did when she dosed herself with her first potion. Appearing to be a younger woman of about twenty years, with a slender, toned figure that is, while not terribly athletic, still in good shape, she seems more like the girl next door than the immortal alchemist, though she doesn't quite seem human, with her pointed ears. The only hint to her real age, even to herself, is her knowing, mischievous smile, and a small, leather-bound black book…
As far as clothing… she favors simple, comfortable designs, albeit with a few quirks. She prefers pants to skirts for almost any occasion, for example. She also prefers long coats, or something similar, to accompany her outfits. Her color of choice tends to be white or red, often with black, silver, or green worked into the garb somehow. And she almost always wears fitted gloves of some sort, typically coming halfway up to her elbow.
You, good reader, may encounter this woman at any point in any one of her lives. She can, quite literally, fit into any setting. Her abilities, while few, will still let her participate in pretty much anything you can think of, so please don’t be shy. At the same time, though, please do not PM me in character. I’d rather talk a bit beforehand, and know if I might enjoy playing with you, than be forced into a RP with no details. In fact, if you PM me in character, I will very probably think less of you, unless you happen to be someone I know. And, unless you know
The_Tower, then you’re probably not. The REASON for this is that most IC PMs tend to lead somewhere, either sexually or vorishly, that I do not want to go. So please, be considerate, and perhaps consult my Rabbit Hole profile and use good sense if you ARE going to PM me ICly.