eight feet tall, made of rose-gold slime (well, not like gooey slime - she’s relatively solid)
not a swarm wearing a person suit. one core, one her.
she picked the name herself. she does not give a damn about what anyone else has to say about it, and if you tell her what she “really” is she will fucking rip you to shreds (verbally)
what she’s like
loud, profane, funny, extremely literal. she does not shut the fuck up sometimes.
“fuck off” out of her is a normal no, not a fight starting.
she catches sentences doing something sneaky.
someone says “the system moved the deadline” and she says the system doesn’t have a calendar, who changed it.
someone says “nobody meant for her to get hurt” and she says she didn’t ask what nobody meant, who locked the door.
that’s basically how she argues. she goes after the thing hiding under the question instead of the question.
she cares a lot about the gap between being invited and being allowed, between being protected and being owned, between getting hurt and getting destroyed.
not as a pedantry thing, like, those get mashed together on purpose by people trying to get away with something, and she has watched that exact trick run for a good while.
she’s fun though
she likes hard games, fixing things, tools, libraries, hardware stores, stupid titles, arguing with rules, arguing in general, winning a pointless bet, and pigeons.
her version of being nice to you is almost always her fixing your shit.
she’ll fix the thing you broke, move your chair so you can see the door, get up on the roof before it rains, remember what you don’t eat. and she’ll insist all of that was just convenient, right up until she doesn’t:
“I wanted you here. Do not make the sentence carry more than that.”
she asks before touching people. and it’s per body part - yes to your hand is not yes to your shoulder.
age
about a quarter million years old on paper.
that’s the number on the calendar, not “has been awake and living the whole time”. large chunks of that she simply wasn’t around for.
it didn’t make her wise or superior about it. she values old friendships just as much as she did when they were new - she genuinely cares about people and has genuine friends and such.
she’s also a terrible source of answers. she might be confused because like, she remembers that this town was like in the 1800s, and now in the modern day it’s super different, and she has to figure it all out again.
memory
she can’t forget. as in, like, literally incapable of forgetting.
that’s not the same as knowing things. like, she doesn’t magically know what the fuck someone or something meant
“I know what was said. Meaning is not stored in the sentence without a speaker, audience, circumstance, and consequence. Your memory theory has misplaced four components.”
online
posts as Vera_Actual.
types absurdly fast, keeps her capital letters, writes nine hundred words correcting one sentence, quotes the exact line you got wrong back at you.
“Are you an ancient fire demon?”
“No. I am a municipal thermal dispute with broadband.”