Ismene Petraki

(a.k.a. Isolde)

She watched for the progression of pre-dawn, trying to stay neutral of its arrival. It was circadian, nothing more or less. And yet, she felt caught in an uncertain way between time and timelessness, unsure to which she belonged, and somehow, certain that neither remained to give her sanctuary. The clock had resumed, as if it had never stopped.

What is it like to awaken from one hundred years of solitude to discover that the peace you thought you had made with your past was a lie?
The answer lies before Ismene Petraki, whether she likes it or not. (Incidentally, she doesn't.) Having spent the last one hundred years in the comfortable rhythms of a self-reliant life, Ismene isn't keen to rejoin humanity. Before retiring to the Watcher's tower, she enjoyed nearly a century of existence, and now feels satiated by her share of life experiences. She is not keen to subject herself once more to the vagaries of life.
Unfortunately for Ismene, the world is shifting. Her time as the Watcher, observing and subtly influencing the lives of key world figures from afar, has come to a close. It is her time to take the stage. To act, however, is a reality that Ismene has been isolated from for so long. The struggles of life have become so theoretical for her; the path she committed herself to in the serenity of her seclusion isn't as straightforward in the throes of reality.
As if real world travail wasn't enough, the onslaught of humanity confronts Ismene with another reality to grapple with: her past. What Ismene had assumed was buried in the shadows outside of memory touches her with ghostly fingers in the echo of modern sociality. The very factors of modernity that seek to relate to her all but forgotten world push her away. Ismene has exchanged her hermetic life for loneliness.
Mind, to merely exist, endure, and come to terms with her past is not the extent of Ismene's lot. All of the sacrifices she has made up until now point to one great, last sacrifice she must make. She has taken on the Watcher's mantle, and she must bestow its burden on another. With gentleness bespeaking an empathy only knowable by the long steeping of years, Ismene has been cradling a young woman in her succor. She laments that this new Watcher is hardly past a child, really, to be reft of her natural life under the weight of the world. Ismene has felt the way that the woman leans on her; she has felt how the sting of betrayal will afflict the woman's heart. In spite of this, necessity requires Ismene to abandon the last soul left she has the chance to love.
Peace is the lie that Ismene told herself.

Mental characteristics

Gender Identity

Female

Current Location

The Watcher's Tower

Ethnicity

Óasian

Year of Birth

1832 198 Years old

Circumstances of Death

Ismene is taking her final journey. She has one last great task to fulfill, for the benefit of the world, after which she knows only death awaits her.

Hair

long, with crinkled strands that time has leached all colour from

Height

tending diminutive; middling stature, aged

Weight

slight, but strong

Known Languages

Óasian, Miškaian, Velgrátan, and Oileán Súlish