Profile of Camilla: Quick Facts
Camilla
Lone Wolves


Basic Info
Full Name: Rheia Camilla Jadot
Subspecies: ¼ Plains Wolf, ¼ Rocky Mountain, ½ Grey
Sex: Female
Age: 2+ (March 2015)
Birthplace: λαβύρινθος
At A Glance
Sea foam cresting dark rocks in a storm; pale, violent, unkempt. Her eyes are tempestuous sea green.
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Profile of Camilla: Details
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Personality
This maiden, who once felt at home upon the mountains in communion with her goddess the moon, has since shed the innocence of girlhood and passed in to the realm of motherhood. She has since shed her name and all connection with the Nereides sisterhood, having been granted the name of Camilla by her masters and subsequently married in to the family of Jadot; once there, a Pygmalion effect took place. This was a case of Stockholm syndrome gone horribly awry — exactly as The Company demanded. She was stripped of all personhood and rebuilt after months of conditioning, forcing Rheia to assume a new identity that revolves around pleasing her husband (or husbands, as it was common among the men to trade wives). The pride she once held in herself, rooted back to the sisters that she so adored and the moon which had been her greatest love, has all been locked away as a result.

Camilla has never strayed from the lessons that her captors gave her. She is fearful of their wrath and will do whatever is necessary to keep the peace, no matter how detrimental it is for her. Her every waking moment is spent in silence unless she is given permission to speak, although she does not speak the common tongue with any semblance of ease either, using phrases she's picked up and squirreled away in her brain. When she wants to speak, her tongue finds Greek the easiest language but she has been conditioned not to use it. Due to all of the turmoil of her transition, she remains in a mute state but shows a clear understanding of orders; she is perfection to The Company, and is lauded as the perfect wife by the men she serves (which makes her coveted, and of great value when trading).
Biography



When it was discovered that the priestess Antiope had given in to her base desires, she was punished. The punishment did not come because of her indulgence, but in the many choices surrounding it. Should her suitor have been chosen by the sea as tradition dictated, been one of their own, the indiscretion would have been forgiven. To have chosen instead to bed a terrestrial beast out of season and without the blessing of the mothers was blasphemous enough to the Nereides. Chrysothemis, the girl's mother, took the shame upon herself and dealt with things accordingly. Antiope was excommunicated (some say, with insistence from the very mother who claimed to love and care for her), and the pair lived together until which point that she gave birth.

The single child was an innocent victim throughout this ordeal. She was born to a mother that wished to love her yet felt only grief, and a grandmother set firm in her conviction and traditions. Before long Antiope grew ill; she refused to be tended by Chrysothemis and denied the presence of her newborn daughter. As the days progressed and the mother continued to lose herself, Chrysothemis knew that a choice had to be made. She took the child and found her way home with the hope that the sisterhood would be forgiving - this poor girl child could surely serve the mothers, could she not?

Rheia, as they named her, was taken in by the sisters with many promises lauded upon Chrysothemis and then, thinking of her sickly daughter, the woman departed again to seek her out. This would end in tragedy of course, as Antiope had wasted away to nothing - perishing to her sickness. She grieved the loss of her daughter during the return trip, mentally committing to the protection and care of Rheia. Yet when Chrysothemis returned, the girl was gone - and she was met only with hostility by her sisters. The heartbreak of these discoveries did not dissuade her from finding her grand-daughter, and when she learned of the girl's fate, Chrysothemis set off again.

The babe had been cared for by the sisters, but it had been decided that the babe would be a detriment to the family rather than a boon; she arrived at a time of political upheaval during a poor season, and the family could not help her. Yet they did not abandon her entirely. She, along with a lowly consort as a guardsman and a messenger, was sent inland to a mountainous region where a foothold had just been established. There were women living at the base of a great mountain - mostly young, like Rheia's forgotten mother - and they would be expecting their first children soon. This family took to Rheia with haste; she was a true blessing to these girls who had yet to face the struggle of adulthood in earnest.

This family - Labrynth they named themselves - was so far removed from the lives of their coastal sisters that different traditions and teachings became their strength.

Rheia grew up among these women, fell in love with her mountain home, and thrived. They taught her of the mothers in their way; the moon, which they worshiped more fully than the sea, became a friend to her as she grew. Rheia would ask the moon many questions. She would sleep on the highest plateau of the mountain (a sacred place where she would secretly hide-out and wait for night) - sometimes though, merely to watch it wax and wane. Of course, she could not discern true answers in this way and would often query her sisters about what was on her mind. As she matured, this became more and more focused on her parentage. By the time she was old enough to join the sisterhood in earnest as a Neophyte she could not focus upon the lessons, and the sisters grew uncomfortable.

Following celebrations for Rheia's first birthday, she was approached by an old woman who claimed to be searching for her daughter. It was not often that strangers were welcomed in to the mountain home and so Rheia, charmed by this story, did not find anything wrong with showing the woman around. It wasn't until they were alone among the corridors of the caverns that the woman corrected herself: she told Rheia that they were family, that her daughter had perished after giving birth. It was a strange way to meet her grandmother - stranger still that the sisters found them soon after the story had concluded and Chrysothemis was escorted away. Rheia did not know what to believe but her heart went out to the stoic old woman nonetheless.

The sisters quieted any question Rheia had after that. They made sure to fill her days with study, worship, and consistency so that she would have no time or energy left for contemplation outside of the faith. The girl welcomed this at first. The old woman had brought many questions to light for her and she was afraid. Yet the older she got and the more she tried to adhere to the ways of her family the more out-of-place she felt. Rheia wondered of all the things her mother had been taught, the knowledge of the seaside sisters, and what she could learn from Chrysothemis. She persisted in her studies but the older women could tell that she was distracted, and worried for Rheia's future.

Day after day went by, and the quiet life of the mountain people was just... Not enough for Rheia. She had never expressed any desire to leave previously, nor any true calling to become anything more than a priestess of the moon; maybe it wasn't so much that she was tired of the mountain (she loved her family, loved the catacombs with their moss-caked floors and chasms of pure sunlight) but more like she was missing something. Rheia wanted to know her grandmother. She wanted to know what her own mother was like, and what sort of people she came from, and there was an intrinsic understanding that she could not learn those things here among the Labrynthians.

She tried asking for an escort to the seaside, much to the horror of her superiors. She tried reasoning with them - ("It won't be long! Just a week or two!") - but it fell upon deaf ears. They worried that this girl whom they loved and cared for, who was likely set to inherit so much beyond just their knowledge, would abandon them. They could not forbid her questioning nature - it was something they had cultivated and nurtured for many months - but they had to do something before Rheia was swept away from them. Whether that incited their decision to make her a priestess (and one of the youngest among them) or not, she was soon preparing for her final rituals and the distraction kept her from wondering too much.

The night came - the moon was full, the sisters were arranged upon the plateau in worship, and they waited for the arrival of their newest priestess. They waited as the clouds shifted among the trees like webbing - watched as it drifted in to the valley from their vantage point, and then the sky began to brighten. Together they lifted their voices in song but it was not the song of triumph they wished to sing - in praise to the mother moon - but one of mourning. Their sister was gone.






Rheia passed through the Teekon Wilds but did not find any reason to stay, believing it to be an addling place that was too alien from what she'd known previously. During her time within the Wilds she met a woman named Moorhen (at the time her name was Sif) and she aligned herself with her, finding a kinship that she had been missing since her departure from her own people. Rheia was afraid of the prospect of becoming a wife the same way her friend was, being bonded in some manner to the northerner Wardruna; she did not understand the implications of marriage, but yearned for the connection. Her fear of men eventually led her away from her friends, and she became lost within the Wilds for a time. It was frightening for her. Around this time she went in to her first heat, although managed to stay safe, hiding herself away.

In the process of trying to survive she wandered out of the Wilds, having given up hope of ever seeing Sif again. She was alone for about a month longer before finding herself in the company of strangers again, this time a group of young men. Rheia was terrified of them from the start; but they were charming, bringing her food and showing her where to find water, and always being patient with her. They spoke openly about taming a Nereides and this erroneously calmed her spirits, for she understood the phrase that outsiders used for the sisterhood and thought that, maybe, these men knew of her sisters. Maybe they would take her home to her mountain or they would find another cove, another bay, another grotto, and she could build a home again. Rheia was too trusting of them, and they used it against her.

The conditioning started out very slowly. They would bring her gifts, but only let her have them if she participated in some little games. It was much like training a dog or a young child; she was happy with the attention and soon grew bold because of it. There was one man in particular who caught her eye — an intelligent creature who she rarely shared company with, but she enjoyed all the same. He was a shy beast (or feigned being coy), rarely holding the confidence to look at her for long. He became something of a friend to her - until the lessons grew more intense, and his rage became apparent. Before long Rheia had begun the more punishing regimen of her conditioning; her friend became her captor, the charming men her guards, and little by little they broke her down until she would not fight back.

And then, she was freed. It had been months of the same thing, day in and day out, with Rheia following orders out of fear (or perhaps a twisted sense of obligation, for they had fed her well and kept her healthy, and she had been made to think she owed them) until finally, on one particular morning, there were no guards to greet her. She woke in the middle of their territory all by her lonesome, with the moon settled in the sky as her only friend; she knew not to look to it for answers. The prospect of running for her life and being truly free passed through her mind almost instantly — but she could not move. She was standing, staring at the emptiness around herself, knowing that she should take this chance or else she would lose it, and life would continue through the hardship — but she didn't. Instead Rheia retreated to the cave where she had been held prisoner, and there she waited until the men returned.

There was much celebration after that; the kindness returned to them, or she saw their leniency as kindness, and by the end of the week the order had been called: she would be married, taking on her quiet friend's surname (which was an honor unto itself) and becoming his silent, obedient wife.

So, Rheia became Camilla. Her marriage was a sham but she could not see it, she was only vaguely reminded of her visit to the Wilds, of Sif and her husban, and the memory brought her happiness, which made for a confusing time. The maiden then set to work — she was made to hunt for their meals, service him when he grew lustful, tend to his whims, and life became a monotonous dredge as she assumed her role. But she could not fight her new programming. Camilla knew her place. She enjoyed tiny moments of solitude in triumph, whispered things in her mind to the Mother Moon if she thought the men were asleep, and soon this life became her new normal.

(WIP! To include: has been traded with other wives and made to serve other men, has had a litter with one man and then traded away again, set to have a litter with another, but ---- eventually escapes, gets back to the Wilds but most of what she experienced prior to The Company is locked up tight in her mind.)


Relations
Pack History
Joakim "Keen" Jadot, her first husband. Lukja Anan, her second husband. Goran Rashid, her third husband. Through Lukja she had three children, of which only one sickly boy survived. He was taken away before she could name him.
LABRYNTH
(March 2015 - January 2017)
Lone Wolf
(January 2017 - April 2018)
The Company
(April 2018 - October 2018)
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