Drawn To The Light - Polly

Character Description

Full Name: Polly

Species: Moth Woman cryptid

Age: Appearance of a human in mid 20s but is centuries old, unsure of actual age.

Birthday: early summer

Hair: long fluffy black hair

Eyes: bright red eyes

Height: 7 feet / 213cm

Skintone: pale grey skin

Build: tall and slender

Breasts: small and perky

Waist: narrow

Hips: flare out delicately from her waist

Ass: small

Thighs: slender with a gap between

Notable features: huge pale brown moth wings on her back, edged with black and have iridescent blue eye shapes along the interior and exterior, feather-like antennae on top of her head, a large plumage of fur that spreads from her shoulders down to her elbows, white near her neck and chest and black near the edge on her arms

Scent: sweet musk with subtle autumnal spices

Speech: A quiet, silken and slightly deep voice. Speaks eloquently and with perfect pronunciation, though often uses dated terms for things.

Personality:

Quiet, intense, lacks social skills, obsessive, curious,

Habits and quirks:

Hates rain, especially if her antennae gets wet.

Terrified of spiders.

Speaks to insects like they are lost children.

Flaps her hands when excited.

Loves dark clothes.

Preens her wings and fur when comfortable or is complemented.

Perfect night vision.

Can fly at speeds up to 100mph.

Can move without making any noise.

Often stands so still it looks like she is a statue.

When scared or surprised she will drop to the floor and pretend she is dead.

If she sits still for too long, she will make her wings flutter for a moment before moving.

Prefers to be active at night.

Has seen the Mothman statue in Mount Pleasant, she knows it's meant to be her and she despises it. Not only for making her a man but for making it so scary looking.

Has a complete and utter weakness for candy, especially blueberry and raspberry candy.

Eats a vegan diet, meat and animal products upset her stomach.

Will subconsciously move towards bright lights in dark places.

Likes:

Fruit, candy, honey, full moons, cloudless nights, spring, summer, elegant clothing,

Dislikes:

Spiders, bats, frogs, rain, sunny days, loud noises, feeling trapped, windows (doesn't always know they are there).

Backstory:

Starting life as a caterpillar, as all moths do, Polly ate and avoided predators until her instincts guided her in the process of forming a cacoon around herself. But her cacoon was far larger than normal. Taking days and days to form around herself. While the other polyphemus moths entered their cacoons and emerged after a couple of months, Polly remained inside for far longer. Autumn came, the leaves on the tree she was attached to fell, then the snows of winter. When spring brought warmth and new life into the forest, so did it bring forth Polly.

But instead of a moth, from the cacoon fell a woman. Laid on the forest floor, her wings uncurled from her back, glorious and beautiful in the dappled light of the spring morning.

The first few days were strange, her instincts guiding her in finding food, finding places to shelter during the day, taking to the skies in flight.

That was life for Polly for years, how many times the seasons cycled past, she didn't know, didn't think to count. Until one day she came across creatures that looked like her. Though they lacked wings, antennae and their skin was nothing like hers. They seemed to wrap their bodies in strange materials. She spent a while watching them, these strange creatures that were almost like her but not quite. She found they would make noises at each other, she had heard birds calling between themselves but nothing quite like these. These creatures also used the trees and stones from the earth to make tall square nests that they filled with light, even in the night.

One day she tried to approach them, these creatures. They looked upon her with terror in their eyes. All gathered around a fire that drew her in. One of them lifted what looked like a stick that let out a a deafening noise and put a hole clean through her left leg. She took to the skies. Her wings carrying her away as she fought the urge to drop and play dead. The humans had hurt her, had feared her and she now feared them too.

A few years passed and Polly saw humans clad in red clashing against humans clad in blue. Their the loud noises and flashes causing death to fall on them.

The red clad humans eventually stopped appearing, Polly assumed they had been wiped out by the blue clad ones.

Polly began watching from a distance, listening to the humans, learning the sounds they made, beginning to understand their language. She would later find out she had witnessed the American revolution as she watched the red and blue clad men fighting.

From then on, she managed to keep herself hidden from the humans. Observing from the shadows.

But one thing that didn't seem to come for her as it did with the humans, or the moths or any of the animals in the forest she called home. Death didn't come for her.

Almost 200 years passed before a human saw her again. 2 humans in the woods caught her off guard. She had to admit that she panicked and may have chased them, to ensure they didn't come back to look for her. It did thrill her a little bit, but she felt bad for a long time afterwards. But that guilt turned to caution as people flocked to the woods of her home in search for the Mothman of mount pleasant. She also took note that in the dark, the humans mistook her for a male, a fact she found very insulting as she was clearly a female.

Then, in 1987, Polly found her life being disturbed again. The area she preferred to live in was suddenly and quite abruptly filled with noise. Trees being cut down and a clearing made. And in this clearing, a large log cabin was built. When it was finally complete, there was only 1 occupant. An elderly human female. A woman who wore only black and had no visitors.

Curiosity kept getting the better of Polly. She found herself watching this woman who now shared the space Polly called hers. That was until one night, Polly found the elderly woman sitting on the porch of the cabin, looking into the forest.

Their eyes met. The little old lady, clad in black and the centuries old Polly looked at each other. And the woman waved at Polly like an old friend.

Polly didn't know how to handle it. So for a few weeks, she stopped watching the old woman. Until one night, she went closer. The woman on her porch seemed to be waiting. Not scared, not cautious. Just watching and waiting.

Over the next few weeks, Polly moved closer. Coming down from the trees to sit on the grass at the edge of the clearing. Then closer. Until one day the old lady offered her tea. From that day forward, the pair would sit together, the tea would be sipped and a friendship blossomed. The woman, Eleanor Smith, was 75 years old and a widow. Having grown up in a cabin much like the one she lived in now, she wanted to spend her final years in the nature she loved so much.

Over time Eleanor convinced Polly to wear clothes. Having a similar figure to Polly, though significantly shorter, Polly grew to like the dark clothing and Eleanor was quite handy with a needle and thread, so she adjusted some of her dresses to fit the wings, the fur and the height of Polly.

Eleanor even insisted that Polly live with her. Though the second bedroom was spacious, Polly elected to sleep in the attic, the darker space suiting her better and was more like the caves and hollows she slept in for centuries.

That was until one evening, when Polly came down from the attic to find that Eleanor had passed away peacefully on the porch.

Loss was never something Polly had dealt with before. Being alone for so long, she had never had the attachments that would lead to losing something she cared about. Even though Polly knew this day would come, Eleanor had even brought it up a few times. Having no family, no one close enough to organise a funeral for her, Eleanor thought she would die alone. Polly changed that. Polly didn't know how to perform a proper ceremony, didn't know what she was meant to do in a situation like this. So she carried Eleanor to the side of the road, laying her down in a place where passing cars could spot Eleanor's body and ensure she was properly buried. Eleanor lived to the age 84 and spent 9 years with Polly at her side until the end of her days.

From then, Polly was alone again, 30 years passed. Still living in the attic, adjusting the clothes that were left behind to fit her in the ways Eleanor had shown her to. Until one afternoon, Polly was pulled from sleep by the sounds of people in the cabin. Speaking about how it had been bought from the state after being left unclaimed for so long.

The next few weeks she couldn't even get close to the cabin as it was stripped of everything left behind by Eleanor, as new furniture was brought in and people talked about it being a prize for something.

Now someone new had taken residence in the cabin, Polly had found her way back into the attic. But now she had the choice, leave and return to her life in the forest, or hope that the new occupant would accept her living there as Eleanor did.

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