Dr Daisy Cane, the War Oracle of Adamos
Dr. Daisy Cane –– Savant Physicist and War oracle (childhood excerpt below)
Married Dr Dale Cane has twins Benny and Danny – all killed by Damien
Married Kaleth of Adamos
Children – Asha, still born son, twins-Betha(dec) & Jenna, Kalen with Kaleth
Yulieth with Yuri after she returns from the Cataclysm war
Character Arc outline
– child genius put in mental institution by adoptive parents – OCD – never quits until a puzzle is solved “She doesn’t eat, she doesn’t sleep, she has no care for her self until the puzzle is solved” – nearly dies from this odd behavior several times -Makes friends with Darcy Weber (Damien's pet assassin) -worked on Isla Eagla with husband Dr Dale Cane on Genosaur -divorced Dale and left to study golden box relic (Relic of Time) -Jonston destroyed and her and dale’s sons were killed -her work in experimental energy was blamed -Declared a terrorist before she was able to bring down Neimad Global -made to be an oracle by Adamos for Karstien -discovers truth about Aetherians -tries to save Damien to prevent the wars =adopted by Mazoni of Garrett family as a sister -takes Kars back to ice age -almost dies and is put in sarcophagus for trip to Aetheria -wakes up as an Aetherian- changed into Aetherian during 3K year trip -has kaleth’s daughter Asha -rebuilds kingdom for allura and kars -builds space fleet to track and stop dark towers Can’t cook – burns up kaleth’s kitchen 11 times, “can burn boiling water” joke -Sees magic as another form of math, loves music, sings, Sword Katas -realizes Terrearth is threatened and starts evacuation -kidnapped by Damien and tortured in dust dimension, learns to be dual weilder escapes then rescues Kaleth’s brothers -almost dies during the harvest of Terrearthindwelled by Dark Queen entity but overcomes her with Yuri’s help.
-Gets pregnant with Kalen then Kaleth dies – she finds out he knew he would die and lied to her.
an alternate future Daisy came back and told Kaleth he had to die the next day.
-Hunts Damien after Kaleth dies.
-Builds oracle light and flame of Aetheria weapons and develops a time compression device to trap the devourer to buy more time “I built us a second chance”
-Sends the children of Terrearth surviors and the children of Aetheria into past to protect them
-Lures Damien to open the gate of the devourer so she can destroy dark dust dimension forever.
a century after the final war against the Shadows, she was summoned back to the year before the Cataclysm War by Yllumina. (see Blind Oracle/ Dark Oracle Lady Fleur.)
Excerpts from Daisy's Childhood Daisy Cullen was a beautiful child, dark-haired with large lavender-blue eyes. Her family was overjoyed to add such a perfect-looking baby to their perfect-looking family. She crawled earlier than expected. She was fascinated with shapes and stacking blocks in impossible towers. Then she learned to talk and walk and even read exceedingly early. At first, her parents, Cameron and Melissa were proud. Cameron thought it was funny to have his adorable four-year-old sitting on his office bean bag chair reading the encyclopedias that decorated her father’s office and sharing what she read with anyone who thought she was just looking at the pictures. He often lied and said he did the same. His investment banking clients were impressed, and his consulting and portfolio business flourished. Her older brothers used her to help them with their homework because anything she read, she retained. It was a novelty to Melissa’s mom group for her to have such a brilliant child even if Daisy did have odd little quirks like putting things back in their places and arranging knickknacks into organized lines. However, when Daisy was six, it became clear she wasn’t normal. Her mother Melissa was called to the school every week because Daisy insisted on correcting her first-grade teacher in everything. Things like: “Platypus lay eggs.” “Dolphins are mammals, not fish!” “Sharks don’t have bones.” “The sun is too a star and not a very impressive one.” “There is no princess living on the moon, it doesn’t have an atmosphere.” And lastly was a comment about a book in the teacher’s bag, “Women aren’t from Venus. Living on Venus would kill you because the atmosphere is hot enough to cremate your body. Men don’t live on Mars, the atmosphere is too thin, there is no liquid water, and the temperature fluctuations are too dramatic for humans to survive. ” Sitting in the office, Daisy talked to Mrs. Long about her orchid which was recovering nicely after Daisy read about them and discerned it needed to be fed a special plant food that contained equal amounts of nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium. Finally, her teacher came out of the office and glared at her as she insisted, “Daisy is a liar and a disruptive influence. I don’t want her in my class anymore.” “Why do you do it, Daisy? Why do you insist on contradicting Mrs. Becile?” Principle Mock asked tiredly. “I’m not contradicting her, I’m correcting her. I don’t want everybody to learn the wrong things because she doesn’t know the facts.” Daisy stubbornly demanded, “I want to go to the school library. I can prove everything I said is true.” “Oh right, like the sky isn’t blue,” Mrs. Becile snapped. “It’s translucent,” Daisy said quickly. Mrs. Long almost laughed remembering the day Daisy came to the office after that particular statement the first time. “Actually, Principle Mock. I asked my son, the meteorologist, and he said Daisy was correct.”
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When she was nine years, 351 days old, her fifth-grade class toured a university on a field trip. Daisy lingered in the library as her classes went on to the drama department to watch a play. Upstairs was a section labeled Mathematics and Physics. Daisy took a book off the shelf and began reading it. Fiction books never interested her, but the mathematics theory books called to her in a way nothing ever had. Soon she had a pile of books, and she was reading as fast as she could. It was so amazing, and her mind absorbed the information like a sponge. The main lights in the library turned off but outside the window was a streetlight. She wasn’t afraid of being in the old building alone, but she was hungry. She reached up into the vending machine as Todd had made her do and took out a few granola bars to eat then sat back down and began to read again. Time passed unawares. No one came up the stairs to her little book fort and she figured out how to open the vending machine to have more snacks. “Hello, little girl,” A gentle, elderly voice interrupted her. “What are you reading?” Daisy blinked her tired lavender eyes at the elderly man. “Math. Did you know it is so amazing?” He chuckled, “Yes, I did. I’m a physicist. My name is Dr. Allister Weismann. What’s yours?” “Daisy… Daisy Cullen.” She held out a granola bar and he noticed the machine in the corner was open. “Would you like one?” “No, sweetie, thank you. Are those all you have eaten?” Allister realized she was the missing girl from three days earlier. Daisy shrugged and looked back down at the book. “I like the peanut butter ones.” She did not notice him leave or return. Then she pointed at a page. “I don’t understand this.” She pointed at the symbol μ. “That is Mu, a physical constant used often in electromagnetism. It is defined to have the exact value of 4π x 10-7 N/A2 (newtons per ampere squared).” Daisy looked at him with her eyes oddly unfocused for a few moments then they focused back on him. “Okay, thank you. I can see it now.” “See it now?” He asked curiously. “The numbers… I can see the numbers.” “How delightful… How old are you Daisy?” She looked perplexed. “It’s the 14th, dear.” “Oh… I’m nine years, 364 days old. Tomorrow should be my birthday, but it is one day later this year because of leap day, then I’m ten. Did you know leap day is too much time to catch up?” “Yes, I did. What do you think about them skipping the next leap day?” “Skipping a leap year day every 500 years or even every 128 years would be more mathematically accurate than skipping them on the zero-zero years.” “Really? Can you tell me why?” He listened to her talking about the math of timekeeping as they discussed true-time versus calendar time. He was fascinated that one so young could have such an astute grasp on mathematics. Dr. Allister Weizmann had never met a child with such potential. Time was funny stuff, a lot funnier than Einstein ever figured out, but Daisy certainly was close.
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Daisy sat in the back of her father’s Audi crying quietly as he drove her away from the University. When they got home, he sent her to her room without dinner. So, she completed her newest thousand-piece puzzle while she listened to her parents fighting all night. Her heart broke when she heard her mother say they never should have adopted her. She knew what adopted meant, she had a classmate who was adopted. Her parents weren’t her parents, and her brothers weren’t her brothers. She fell asleep, hugging her pillow because her mother didn’t want her anymore. The next day her parents took her to a large brick building and left her. The doctors there poked and prodded her, they gave her drugs and shock therapy. The only person who was kind to her was an elderly custodian. Hilda taught Daisy to sing. Singing helped her overcome the pain of her treatments and the grief of being abandoned by her adoptive parents. The custodian also snuck books to Daisy. It was thirteen months, twenty-one days later when Dr. Allister Weizmann finally found her again. “Daisy, your grandfather is here.” The orderly ushered her down the hall. “If you act out, we’ll sedate you again and you won’t get to do any puzzles for a month.” Looking up through the haze of medication, Daisy saw Dr. Allister Weizmann sitting in a chair. “Hello, little math scholar. Do you remember me?” Hugging him, Daisy cried as he held her and talked about how hard he had looked for her. His friend stood stoically observing everything. Her doctor came in and looked at them oddly as they talked in math. “Dr. Weizmann, are you aware your granddaughter has obsessive-compulsive disorder and possibly schizophrenia?” Dr. Plath revealed. “Daisy is no more schizophrenic than you or I. She is a mathematics savant. I want to take her out of here and I want her taken off all those drugs you’ve been giving her,” Allister snarled protectively. “I will be back in a week with the custody paperwork.” Cameron and Melissa Cullen willingly gave up custody of Daisy, especially after Allister discovered Daisy’s adoption and that of her siblings had been illegal. Rather than go to jail, the Cullens signed the legal documents making Daisy Allister’s ward. General Tim Taylor forced the mental hospital to surrender all of her medical records. Together they rescued her from the hospital. Hilda helped her pack and gave her a missal and a songbook to take with her. Allister offered to hire Hilda as a nursemaid for Daisy, but the kindly custodian refused, saying the other patients still needed a kind heart around. A week after finding their reunion, Daisy got into General Taylor’s car with Dr. Weizmann and started a new life. As they drove away, Daisy noticed the books in the back of the car and picked up one by Stephen Hawking. “Why did you pick that one, Daisy?” Allister asked. “Miss Hilda has been bringing me a chapter at a time to read,” Daisy murmured around her straw as she sucked a chocolate milkshake Tim’s driver had gotten for her while they waited for her discharge to be processed. “Of course, dear, but what about the others?” “I’ve read them all,” she sounded almost bored.
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Daisy found not one but two fatherly parental figures who loved and cherished her and gave her many new puzzles to solve. General Taylor included her in a specialized training program, pushing her unique mind to its limits, but he never found her stress breakpoint. Even when she went into combat with his son’s spec-ops as an analyst and the whole mission went bad, Daisy stayed calm and thought of a way to save them all and still achieve their objective. Over the next several years, Daisy thrived, despite her quirks, and earned her first doctorate in mathematics just before she turned eighteen. She was special, and everyone around her knew it.
Character Arc outline
– child genius put in mental institution by adoptive parents – OCD – never quits until a puzzle is solved “She doesn’t eat, she doesn’t sleep, she has no care for her self until the puzzle is solved” – nearly dies from this odd behavior several times -Makes friends with Darcy Weber (Damien's pet assassin) -worked on Isla Eagla with husband Dr Dale Cane on Genosaur -divorced Dale and left to study golden box relic (Relic of Time) -Jonston destroyed and her and dale’s sons were killed -her work in experimental energy was blamed -Declared a terrorist before she was able to bring down Neimad Global -made to be an oracle by Adamos for Karstien -discovers truth about Aetherians -tries to save Damien to prevent the wars =adopted by Mazoni of Garrett family as a sister -takes Kars back to ice age -almost dies and is put in sarcophagus for trip to Aetheria -wakes up as an Aetherian- changed into Aetherian during 3K year trip -has kaleth’s daughter Asha -rebuilds kingdom for allura and kars -builds space fleet to track and stop dark towers Can’t cook – burns up kaleth’s kitchen 11 times, “can burn boiling water” joke -Sees magic as another form of math, loves music, sings, Sword Katas -realizes Terrearth is threatened and starts evacuation -kidnapped by Damien and tortured in dust dimension, learns to be dual weilder escapes then rescues Kaleth’s brothers -almost dies during the harvest of Terrearth
Excerpts from Daisy's Childhood Daisy Cullen was a beautiful child, dark-haired with large lavender-blue eyes. Her family was overjoyed to add such a perfect-looking baby to their perfect-looking family. She crawled earlier than expected. She was fascinated with shapes and stacking blocks in impossible towers. Then she learned to talk and walk and even read exceedingly early. At first, her parents, Cameron and Melissa were proud. Cameron thought it was funny to have his adorable four-year-old sitting on his office bean bag chair reading the encyclopedias that decorated her father’s office and sharing what she read with anyone who thought she was just looking at the pictures. He often lied and said he did the same. His investment banking clients were impressed, and his consulting and portfolio business flourished. Her older brothers used her to help them with their homework because anything she read, she retained. It was a novelty to Melissa’s mom group for her to have such a brilliant child even if Daisy did have odd little quirks like putting things back in their places and arranging knickknacks into organized lines. However, when Daisy was six, it became clear she wasn’t normal. Her mother Melissa was called to the school every week because Daisy insisted on correcting her first-grade teacher in everything. Things like: “Platypus lay eggs.” “Dolphins are mammals, not fish!” “Sharks don’t have bones.” “The sun is too a star and not a very impressive one.” “There is no princess living on the moon, it doesn’t have an atmosphere.” And lastly was a comment about a book in the teacher’s bag, “Women aren’t from Venus. Living on Venus would kill you because the atmosphere is hot enough to cremate your body. Men don’t live on Mars, the atmosphere is too thin, there is no liquid water, and the temperature fluctuations are too dramatic for humans to survive. ” Sitting in the office, Daisy talked to Mrs. Long about her orchid which was recovering nicely after Daisy read about them and discerned it needed to be fed a special plant food that contained equal amounts of nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium. Finally, her teacher came out of the office and glared at her as she insisted, “Daisy is a liar and a disruptive influence. I don’t want her in my class anymore.” “Why do you do it, Daisy? Why do you insist on contradicting Mrs. Becile?” Principle Mock asked tiredly. “I’m not contradicting her, I’m correcting her. I don’t want everybody to learn the wrong things because she doesn’t know the facts.” Daisy stubbornly demanded, “I want to go to the school library. I can prove everything I said is true.” “Oh right, like the sky isn’t blue,” Mrs. Becile snapped. “It’s translucent,” Daisy said quickly. Mrs. Long almost laughed remembering the day Daisy came to the office after that particular statement the first time. “Actually, Principle Mock. I asked my son, the meteorologist, and he said Daisy was correct.”
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When she was nine years, 351 days old, her fifth-grade class toured a university on a field trip. Daisy lingered in the library as her classes went on to the drama department to watch a play. Upstairs was a section labeled Mathematics and Physics. Daisy took a book off the shelf and began reading it. Fiction books never interested her, but the mathematics theory books called to her in a way nothing ever had. Soon she had a pile of books, and she was reading as fast as she could. It was so amazing, and her mind absorbed the information like a sponge. The main lights in the library turned off but outside the window was a streetlight. She wasn’t afraid of being in the old building alone, but she was hungry. She reached up into the vending machine as Todd had made her do and took out a few granola bars to eat then sat back down and began to read again. Time passed unawares. No one came up the stairs to her little book fort and she figured out how to open the vending machine to have more snacks. “Hello, little girl,” A gentle, elderly voice interrupted her. “What are you reading?” Daisy blinked her tired lavender eyes at the elderly man. “Math. Did you know it is so amazing?” He chuckled, “Yes, I did. I’m a physicist. My name is Dr. Allister Weismann. What’s yours?” “Daisy… Daisy Cullen.” She held out a granola bar and he noticed the machine in the corner was open. “Would you like one?” “No, sweetie, thank you. Are those all you have eaten?” Allister realized she was the missing girl from three days earlier. Daisy shrugged and looked back down at the book. “I like the peanut butter ones.” She did not notice him leave or return. Then she pointed at a page. “I don’t understand this.” She pointed at the symbol μ. “That is Mu, a physical constant used often in electromagnetism. It is defined to have the exact value of 4π x 10-7 N/A2 (newtons per ampere squared).” Daisy looked at him with her eyes oddly unfocused for a few moments then they focused back on him. “Okay, thank you. I can see it now.” “See it now?” He asked curiously. “The numbers… I can see the numbers.” “How delightful… How old are you Daisy?” She looked perplexed. “It’s the 14th, dear.” “Oh… I’m nine years, 364 days old. Tomorrow should be my birthday, but it is one day later this year because of leap day, then I’m ten. Did you know leap day is too much time to catch up?” “Yes, I did. What do you think about them skipping the next leap day?” “Skipping a leap year day every 500 years or even every 128 years would be more mathematically accurate than skipping them on the zero-zero years.” “Really? Can you tell me why?” He listened to her talking about the math of timekeeping as they discussed true-time versus calendar time. He was fascinated that one so young could have such an astute grasp on mathematics. Dr. Allister Weizmann had never met a child with such potential. Time was funny stuff, a lot funnier than Einstein ever figured out, but Daisy certainly was close.
<*><*><*>
Daisy sat in the back of her father’s Audi crying quietly as he drove her away from the University. When they got home, he sent her to her room without dinner. So, she completed her newest thousand-piece puzzle while she listened to her parents fighting all night. Her heart broke when she heard her mother say they never should have adopted her. She knew what adopted meant, she had a classmate who was adopted. Her parents weren’t her parents, and her brothers weren’t her brothers. She fell asleep, hugging her pillow because her mother didn’t want her anymore. The next day her parents took her to a large brick building and left her. The doctors there poked and prodded her, they gave her drugs and shock therapy. The only person who was kind to her was an elderly custodian. Hilda taught Daisy to sing. Singing helped her overcome the pain of her treatments and the grief of being abandoned by her adoptive parents. The custodian also snuck books to Daisy. It was thirteen months, twenty-one days later when Dr. Allister Weizmann finally found her again. “Daisy, your grandfather is here.” The orderly ushered her down the hall. “If you act out, we’ll sedate you again and you won’t get to do any puzzles for a month.” Looking up through the haze of medication, Daisy saw Dr. Allister Weizmann sitting in a chair. “Hello, little math scholar. Do you remember me?” Hugging him, Daisy cried as he held her and talked about how hard he had looked for her. His friend stood stoically observing everything. Her doctor came in and looked at them oddly as they talked in math. “Dr. Weizmann, are you aware your granddaughter has obsessive-compulsive disorder and possibly schizophrenia?” Dr. Plath revealed. “Daisy is no more schizophrenic than you or I. She is a mathematics savant. I want to take her out of here and I want her taken off all those drugs you’ve been giving her,” Allister snarled protectively. “I will be back in a week with the custody paperwork.” Cameron and Melissa Cullen willingly gave up custody of Daisy, especially after Allister discovered Daisy’s adoption and that of her siblings had been illegal. Rather than go to jail, the Cullens signed the legal documents making Daisy Allister’s ward. General Tim Taylor forced the mental hospital to surrender all of her medical records. Together they rescued her from the hospital. Hilda helped her pack and gave her a missal and a songbook to take with her. Allister offered to hire Hilda as a nursemaid for Daisy, but the kindly custodian refused, saying the other patients still needed a kind heart around. A week after finding their reunion, Daisy got into General Taylor’s car with Dr. Weizmann and started a new life. As they drove away, Daisy noticed the books in the back of the car and picked up one by Stephen Hawking. “Why did you pick that one, Daisy?” Allister asked. “Miss Hilda has been bringing me a chapter at a time to read,” Daisy murmured around her straw as she sucked a chocolate milkshake Tim’s driver had gotten for her while they waited for her discharge to be processed. “Of course, dear, but what about the others?” “I’ve read them all,” she sounded almost bored.
<^><^><^>
Daisy found not one but two fatherly parental figures who loved and cherished her and gave her many new puzzles to solve. General Taylor included her in a specialized training program, pushing her unique mind to its limits, but he never found her stress breakpoint. Even when she went into combat with his son’s spec-ops as an analyst and the whole mission went bad, Daisy stayed calm and thought of a way to save them all and still achieve their objective. Over the next several years, Daisy thrived, despite her quirks, and earned her first doctorate in mathematics just before she turned eighteen. She was special, and everyone around her knew it.
Current Location
Other Ethnicities/Cultures
Date of Birth
unknown
Date of Death
documented as the year she returned from the past and the Cataclysm War
Children
Eyes
lavender
Hair
brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
light tan
Height
5'1"
Weight
110
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