giggle possum era

GENERAL.

full name: odette marylin loraine winters nicknames: odie, ode, etta, dottie, dot, o, giggle possum (gamer tag), odd, oddity gender / pronouns: genderqueer, she/it age / birthday: 34, februaruy 9th orientations: gigisexual, grayromantic previous occupation: seamstress / tailor / thief birthplace: southern england status: infatuated and immersed with gray gardner family: dante winters (father, unknown), loraine kashirsky (mother, unknown), bubonic (black rat), anonymouse (white rat) strengths: imaginative, adventureous, clever, friendly, intuitive weaknesses: unpredictable, impulsive, addiction, indulgent, nonsensical time in nyc: 24 years time at the wexley: has always been there, always.

PERSONALITY.

ever since she was little dot’s had her head in the clouds. making up whole worlds in her head which turned into elaborate stories that she would ramble off. later these traits turned into lies she would make up with unclear intentions, be it to get people to like her (often faced with the reality that they wouldn’t like her as is) or to get some sort of attention. she’d always been a bit on the weirder side, with an overactive imagination, making her a space cadet at the worst of times. after the drugs, the multiple traumas, and miscellaneous treatments, she’s now reached a whole new level of oddity. you might find her having an argument with herself for fun, if you decide to join in she’s likely to bring up random points that have no basis in logic or reality or veer off into a story that don’t pertain to anything you are talking about. constantly uses double entendres without meaning to (or does she?). though because of her wild imagination she tends to be easily impressed.

her speech pattern can be just as erratic as her thoughts, complete with verbal tics and makes up non-existent words to describe things. she’s been mistaken for being naive and plain dumb, which is understandable with how nuts her demeanor is. but don’t be fooled, she is quite insightful and smart, you just need to be able to sort through the madness to understand it. odie has a wide knowledge and understanding of the workings of the universe, but a poor way of communicating that to everyone else. sometimes it shines through, peeking out from behind the mask to indicate that they are much more insightful than they seem or pretend to be. either way she tries to be endearing to those friendly to her. though it can be hard for her to make friends when she consistently does strange things, while not always wrong per se, like stealing jewelry off a corpse at a funeral. she doesn’t understand what the problem is, it’s not like the dead person cares, right? basically, the things they sometimes say and do come off as weird, awkward, unhinged, questionable, outright eccentric, and goofy. she’s quite used to being overlooked and written off by now and that’s fine, she has her person and whole worlds in her head that she can escape in.

BIOGRAPHY.

tw: drugs, addiction, torture

odette was born in southern england to loving parents that had one of those romances you only find in romance novels or fanfiction sites. her mother, an american from a middle class family, attended university abroad and fell in love with her father, a royal marine. too bad they never tell you what happens when the story ends and the honeymoon period is over. odie doesn’t know why her parents divorced, or chose not to listen to the reasons or see the signs. all she knows is they were a happy family and she was creating fantasy worlds filled with color and mystical creatures one minute and the next minute her mother was ripping her out of her father’s arms crying to board the plane to their new home in new york city. despite the love she had for her mother, she would go on to never forgive her for that. as such, she ended up being much closer to her father, despite the distance between them.

her first brush with darkness, while mild in comparison to most people and what would transpire later in her life, was when her eyes opened to the reality around her. things in odie’s life took a turn from then on. suddenly the fantasy worlds she created were means for survival, places she could escape to get the image of her mother’s depression out of her head or wash out the cruelty of classmates at school. and then there was that void in their chest, something that was always there and just seemed to grow with odette. a terrible longing and empty feeling that left her numb at the best of times and caused manic frenzies to feed it in anyway possible at the worst of times. her mother never recovered from the divorce, at least it seemed that way to odie. perhaps the mania could be attributed partially to her genes. nevertheless, from there on out it was an endless string of partners, eviction notices, moving, and random piles of past due bills ( likely due to the hoards of things her mother would buy ). it made odie wonder if, perhaps, their mother had her own void she was trying to fill.

at first, the moving around a lot didn’t bother her, it was in the same city and she often struggled to make friends in school. as she got older, she started to use it as ways to make elaborate lies about her life or past, not unlike the worlds she would create as a child, to attempt to make herself 'cooler' to the masses. embarrassing as she would find it later to admit, she spent most of her teenage years desperately trying to fit in. like everyone else, however, when she graduated and found out that none of that bullshit matters. what she did learn is that she had a knack for lying, could even be quite convincing with it and use it to her advantage when she needed to. though there were often holes that could be pointed out if anyone got close enough. the people she fell in with never cared to pay attention to such things, they were too focused on the things she was already well familiar with: drugs, alcohol, sex, and general debauchery. every time odie would try to pull away from the party scene, get back on track and fly right, she ended up being pulled right back in. cravings from the black hole within could only be ignored for so long before they started to wage war against the mind. 

eventually, odie found another outlet and someone who didn’t toss her aside when the ‘too much’ gene kicked in ( and let’s be honest, that happened rather fast when it came to dottie winters ). she’d been working as an apprentice at a seamstress shop, learning to tailor and sew and measure. the creation was lovely and while it may not be the thing people dream of being when they grow up, odie loved it. in her off time she found herself sucked into the gaming world, a past time she’d already enjoyed from her childhood but was never allowed to go online. as an adult, what was stopping her? fps shooters, mmorpgs, survival, and the like were her favorite. even the open world simulations when her brain was particularly jumbled and she needed somewhere to put the focus and calm down. the need for substances seemed to slow, though never gone completely. then she met GG ( gg2ez but gg rolled off the tongue like a delightful little vocal stim ) seemingly out of nowhere. it started with one chance encounter after another and just how fun it was to kill him over and over when it seemed like no one else on the team could. she giggled at his silly frustrations and he kept coming back, until they were on the same side wiping the floor with people together.

amidst the blossoming of this lovely friendship and gaming journey, odette ran into some trouble. she’d been invited to the owner of the shop she worked at’s house for an appreciation party. it was more of a charity dump for a powerful organized crime family that owned many businesses in the city as a cover for their real operation. of course odie wasn’t one to turn down a party, though her computer was calling her, it was an open bar in a mansion outside the city. afterwards, she wished she would’ve stayed home and played it’s silly games with that silly boy she’d met. in true dot fashion, she got bored of the stuffy conversation that she had nothing to add to and the yawn worthy entertainment early in the night. curiosity had her exploring the house (the biggest she’d seen to date besides the castles across the pond). somewhere between pocketing the worthwhile prescription bottles in the medicine cabinet and rummaging through closets, she was interrupted by an intense set of people. immediately, she slid beneath a bed to hide. 

unfortunately, when two of the men were killed right in front of them, odie had a hard time keeping quiet. both shocked and horrified by the scene ( maybe she wasn’t so abnormal after all ). they pulled her out from under the bed and interrogated her. their intention was to make her the third body to be disposed of that night, collateral damage and all that, but dot did what anyone would do and tried to bargain with them. the magic words were mentioning not only her name but her father’s who, unbeknownst to her to this day, was a known and well feared mercenary. she may have gotten her life but they chose to make it a living hell, first by several days detained while they figured out what to do with her. physical torture not doing much in way of making sure they could say they never harmed her, they chose other, more invisible methods. large doses of sodium amobarbital and hallucinogens given to warp it’s reality and cause loss of inhibition, then insulin shock therapy to knock her out, electro shock therapy when the sorted drugs they gave her didn’t promote compliance as they hoped ( primarily due to high tolerances and the barbiturates helped to correct some of the chemical imbalances already present in her head ). ultimately they invoked quite a bit of fear in the twenty something version of odette and convinced it not only not to talk to police, but to anyone about them at all and that they would most certainly be watching it at all times, and if they saw it step out of line they would be back. 

after that night, odette didn’t go out much and if she did it was to stock up on the substances that eased the demons that were now working overtime in her head and the others that would help her escape reality. then of course there was the cartoons and the anime and the phone calls to her father, that helped provide their own bits of ease. most of all, she spent more and more time online, playing games and talking to gg. he was always there when she popped up. even when she wandered off or got lost for long periods of time. eventually she gave him her phone number, every time it changed and they’d talk until they drifted off to sleep. she’d never seen him but he quickly became her safe space. odie truly wished it would’ve been enough to keep those pesky demons away for good, both the real ones and the ones that now lived in her head. maybe if she’d told him everything, or her father, things would’ve been different. maybe she would’ve never been institutionalized.

now, dottie can’t tell you if it’d been locked away because of those she angered or the stealing or if it was because she tended to get too carried away with the substances and wandered off. honestly she didn’t feel she should be held responsible for mischief she created when her mind wasn’t and she still was, or perhaps it was the other way around? either way, she’d not come in on her own accord and became a regular resident in the walls after that. it’d become quite boring in those paint peeling walls with concrete floors and metal tables. the already fading light in her eyes had almost gone out completely by the time she heard a familiar voice again. if he hadn’t been arguing with the orderly she’d think it had been in her head but why on earth would she conjure him in such a way? that wasn’t her gg, that was their gg. gray. it’s gray.

it could be said that the light came back into her like fireworks. the darkness faded and, goodness, it was like she could see again. breathe. but caged birds do not sing and there was no color in those skies. it was impertinent that they be free again and this time, together. just as it should’ve been before. no time for regrets, though, no— no only time for plans. with his brilliant brain and her unique skills they were able to come up with a plan in no time! well, be it as it was, it was perfect timing because it had appeared the world had turned upside down in their time caged together. when the staff stopped coming in and those silly chompy things found their way in, the two of them had made their grand exit through vents and staff corridors, right out into the back parking lot. 

together they entered the new world, empowered and unafraid. new york city was their new playground and oh the fun they had! exploring the now abandoned buildings, picking up supplies and treasures along the way. there was nothing to stop them, not even when the cold came in. they found one of those richie rich buildings that were a million miles high and would’ve had a doorman if the world were still right side up. in there, they had their own generator and enough food, supplies, and otherwise to last them the cold months. being the avid gamers they were, they booby trapped the floors they weren’t inhabiting as security measure to keep them safe from raiders, chompers, old residents, ghosts, people, demons, and anything else that tried to storm the castle. if odette hadn’t known before, ( it certainly had of course but it was silly to fall ears over toes so terribly quick upon seeing someone for the first time, even if his voice was well memorized by then, written on that figurative heart by the very ear drums that heard them ) she was terribly in love with gray gardner. the winter months were not cold, not for her, no they kept each other quite warm. she memorized every bit about him and stitched their lives together, tailor made for each other, completely in sync. dot couldn’t remember a time she’d been so happy. perhaps never. 

together they made plans to make a new world, got their muchness back and perhaps some more muchness together. they would make the best of what was upside down and perhaps spin it round in their favor. once spring was upon them, they’d gone through their fuel and supplies. two addictive personalities tended to overindulge on everything, craving substance even though they did not necessarily need it anymore. it was time for a new adventure and boy, oh, boy did they find a fun little snowglobe to go shake. they’d witnessed the people ziplining into the wexley and noticed they didn’t bother to patch the entry up right away. that was their chance, they waited until the coast seemed clear and made their own entrance into the wexley. they found the perfect little place to call home on the seventh floor and it seemed they arrived in time for a party. oh, how it loved parties! gray appeased her for a dance or three and just like that, they’d found their new home. of course they’d been there the whole time, should anyone ask. 

HEADCANONS.

she’s rarely violent though she does bite, her intentions aren’t malicious unless you hit her berserk button which is usually tied to talking ill of (even if not intentionally) or hurting gray in anyway

often goes barefoot when it’s warm out, she used to show up to school with no shoes on warm days and didn’t understand why she needed to wear shoes if it wasn’t hurting anyone. in the institution they often had to force her to wear them or refuse privileges to get her to comply.

goes in and out of referring to themselves in the third person when she talks. you use other people's names when speaking about them, so why not use your own name when you speak about yourself? another thing she doesn’t always comprehend. 

things she’s created (stories, collages, pictures taken or drawn, jewelry, fashion adjustments, minecraft worlds, etc.) often comes across as nightmare fuel though she doesn’t always mean it to be, it’s just how her brain works and she doesn’t think they are scary unless that’s what she was going for from the start. 

her gamer tag is/was giggle possum and she had quite the knack for fps games. 

she found bubonic and anonymouse in a pet store, the poor things were trapped in their cage and no one should be put in a cage. odie adopted them and now they go where she goes. still living in a cage of sorts, but they are free to come and go as they please.

odie suffers from both fits of mania and psychosis, as a result of extreme psychological and pharmaceutical torture combined with an overactive imagination and years of experiments being conducted on her when a doctor took a liking the way it reacted to the initial session they'd had in conjunction with the mob's bidding. most of the time it's just auditory hallucinations that odie's learned to live with, but at it's worst it can manifest into visual ones as well or be triggered to send it into episodes that can sometimes last for days and it can become delusional.