Sammi

~Bio~

Dark is not always evil.

Light does not always burn.

Sammi was born with dark plumage. Some might have been concerned, but instead, her parents relished the unique beauty of their daughter’s feathers. She was born in the Lightweaver’s domain, and while her neighbors weren’t unkind, they certainly worried. Poor child, they thought, marked by shadow. Would she be maligned? Would she be bullied?
While she was small, her father held her up in the light and smiled. “Look,” he said to her, nodding to her wings to call attention to their rich iridescence. “Aren’t they pretty? And if you look really closely, you can see all the colors of the rainbow, can’t you?”

She grew up proud of her plumage, though it never went to her head. She went from a tender, curious hatchling into a gentle and humble adult, with sweet sensibilities and disarming charm. Her mellow temperament, forthcoming nature, and friendly personality have made her a favorite in her clan. Yet, a day still came when she struck out from home. She left the Lightweaver behind, not because she didn’t love her home and her family, but because the whimsical, mysterious world of shadow intrigued her. She wanted to see what it was like to blend in with the night.

Her new Shadow clan was wary at first, but they came to love her. The transition did not come easily, though. Despite how likeable she was, only a few
of her clanmates got to know her well. Everyone had nice things to say about her, but on some level, many of them found her...bland.

She’s not ‘best friend’ material, they might say. She’s so sweet and delicate, and yet lacking in depth. At least, that seems to be the broad perception. Nobody thinks that maliciously. Nobody sits at home brooding over how boring and uninteresting sweet Sammi is. But when they go to a festival or decide to go exploring, she isn’t at the top of the invite list. Surely something so gentle, delicate, and loveable has no interest in adventures.

Besides, can you really trust anyone that kind and sweet? Maybe she’s...up to something?
If only they knew. Sammi has a closely guarded adventurous side. She spends hours romping playfully in meadows and investigating every nook and cranny of the woodlands surrounding her clan’s lair. She’s always loved to explore, but she kept it quiet as a youngster, because she didn’t want her parents to worry. Now it’s her secret hobby, a way to escape into her own fanciful world.

That is how she met Jack. He’s a loner, partially by fate and partially by choice. The brooding, self-destructive coatl has run off many would-be friends, but Sammi is immune to his snark. She brushes his defensive comments away with gentle laughter and surprisingly perceptive rebuttals - Sammi, it turns out, is as gentle as a lamb, but as witty as a serpent. She’s not fooled by his dreary facade. She sees a kindred spirit, in a way. Someone else who is perceived as one thing, but is more richly layered than others might realize.

Sammi is liked within her clan, but not loved. She is still a foreigner, a dark-feathered skydancer from the land of the sun. They like her, but they still do not quite trust her. She accepts that, because she knows that accepting differences sometimes takes time. In Jack, she feels like she’s found someone else who understands.


-Bio by Sirrush

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