Oleksandra Tometchko

OLEKSANDRA VASYLOVNA TOMETCHKO "The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day." -- David Foster Wallace, "This is Water"      OVERVIEW      Oleksandra Vasylovna is starting over. Her old life was lived in service to something she couldn't believe in any longer. The things that happened to her before are certainly many and various, but they're also not something she's much interested in dwelling on too terribly much any longer. She does speak of her old life, and she does speak of her old thinking. But it's often done to counsel others not to think as she used to. Or to present someone around her with a new way of viewing the same old problems.      She came to the Children of the Tree as a refugee from war and the Guardians of the Veil, and it's a story she'll tell you freely and several people around know well enough to share, besides. But, again. It's not something she advertises per se, and it's not something that she evidences any pride in. Whatsoever. Not even in the leaving of it. Under the mentorship of Balm, she became one of the first non-indigenous Tears of the Martyr's Tree the world had ever seen. Which isn't special, she is quick to point out, and is genuinely bleeping sad.      These days she mills about the Lodge and the Assembly, or haunts the Tree, waylaying people at random for conversations most tend to find unexpected. She exhibits a profound gift for nonlinear thinking, and as a theory-crafter of Arcane praxis, she is perhaps one of the more highly developed minds in the Assembly. The number of times she has put a pin on a problem without ever casting a direct effect at it is, at this point, a matter of public record. She's good at solving problems, and she's good at doing it quietly.      Now, she's even good at sleeping at night afterwards.      As the Lorekeeper of the eurotrash Cadre, the Firebirds, she seems an odd choice. A bit touched in the head as many Acanthus get, clearly distracted by the thoughts in her head, and having obvious difficulty just relating to the world around her in some very fundamental ways anymore. But she knows where last years taxes are, apparently. She is married to Little Fox, and also spends a substantial amount of time being a small village in western Ukraine. Which isn't a joke. Lesja is often known by the name Myrne, commanding the spirit court of the village of the same name. Rumors: Brought the sleepwalker "Ray" Clearwater in from the cold. Commanded the assault team which attacked the beshilu warrens in Centralia. Brought a truly massive spirit of decay under his sway. When he had no Spirit magic to speak of. Participated in the investigation and commanded the mission that brought the Scelestus Uvaush before the Interfector. Redacted a Veil breach caused by a Seer impersonating the Interfector and apprehended the Seer in question. Left the Guardians of the veil under circumstances becoming increasingly mum. Apprehended the Seer operative "Squid" during the technical murder of Simon Dubois. (He got better.) Aided a Lost ally of the Children of the Tree in battling off a squad of four Mark II APUs.  ROLEPLAY HOOKS Ukraine - Lesja is member of the Ukrainian home guard. She talks of a past life leading men in Donbas and Luhansk back in 2014. She, her rifle, and her radio still patrol the river valley ridge of the Myrne valley. The only uniformed spotter between Odessya and the border with Moldova. Former Spook - Lesja lived a life in the espionage business. Quite literally. Adolescence to middle age. Although she uses that knowledge for counter-espionage these days, it's entirely possible you ran into her during her time serving in Europe and abroad. Fallen From Grace - There was a time Lesja sat at a council table and pronounced the Lex Magica's sentences. A long, long time ago. In a country that no longer exists, in any real sense. There was a time she was respected by the Guardians. There was a time she was a sentinel. For an Acanthus, there are many times. Now is the time she is a farmer and a shaman. Weapons - Lesja has a wide variety of firearms and explosives in her arsenal. She no longer has quite the affection for them once she did, however. All they're good for is a cordial death. Tikkun Olam, Motherfucker! - Lesja is almost preternaturally attuned to the world around her these days. Tiny spirits flock around her in twilight as though she were a haven, even when walking materialized in the fallen world. Rather like an introvert with a dog at the party, she will absolutely start chatting up your fetish axe before introducing herself to you.  AWAKENED INFORMATION Long Term Nimbus - A tendency to discover loose change in unexpected places, particularly silver coins. Immediate Nimbus - The caster appears briefly translucent, as the threads of all fate and time are visible tangled up within. The Acanthus seems to shimmer if not vibrate with the leashed potential it holds back. This sight comes with a sense of calm resolve, the ability if not the willingness to see things from another's point of view. (+2 Composure, +2 Empathy) Signature Nimbus - A tingle as though from licking a battery, but quite gentle and more or less all over. Like you're being gently needled from within by potential seeking an escape. Recognized Title - Fourth Degree Master Contact Four, Tear and Enchanter on the Path to Arcadia, Supernal Realm of Fate and Time, and abode of Fae, Scion of the Watchtower of the Lunargent Thorn, Master of Fate, Time, Spirit, and Mind, Lorekeeper of the Firebirds, Emissary of the Worldspark for the Children of the Tree of the free peoples of the Unnamed Nations.  Oontz Oontz      Oontz Oontz appears variously as a free floating ball of blue-white electric light which buzzes and crackles by means of speech, and a human person that identifies as a boy, appears rather effeminate, enjoys music, dancing, and playing electronics, and also completely failing to get on with other humans. Mostly.  Pupyat      Pupyat is a humble rescue mutt from the exclusion zone around Chernobyl. A gift from Mei, the pup is a fixture around the farm in Myrne. Sometimes he's seen around Philadelphia, but home is in a farm west of Odessya. He loves to play, eat, chew on things, and play.  Kevin      Kevin is a jerk. A little black goat that runs around head-butting Lesja in the ankles constantly until picked up and cooed and and pet and hugged and told nice things. Just the worst animal on the farm, really. Absolute prick.  CONTACTS Krasnaya I come with knives and agony to love you. Zoya Rise up and take the power back, it's time that the fat cats had a heart attack. Leta Think slowly, try to remember I'm alive. My body is here and I am inside. Mei Her beauty is a form of charity dressed to suppress all kinds of sorrow. Hearth There's two of us; both can't be right, and neither will move till it's over. Mearcstapa Youth without youth, can you read my mind?  GALLERY  QUOTES "I love him more than breath and heartbeats, even if he doesn't understand why. He is home, and he always comes home." - Fox

PROFILE Many Names: Oleksandra Vasylovna Tometchko (Alternate Identity 3) Lesja Oleksja Sandra Apparent Age: Late 30s Venue: Mage Virtue & Vice: Hope & Nihilism Path: Acanthus Order: Children of the Tree Legacy: Tears of the Martyr's Tree Shadow Name: Contact Four C4 See For Cadre: Firebirds (жар-птица) Position: Emissary of the Creator Player: Emet Public Effects: Consilium Status 1 Free Council Status 2 Soundtrack "These Are Days", 10,000 Maniacs These are the days you might fill With laughter until you break These days you might feel a shaft of light Make its way across your face And when you do you'll know how it was meant to be See the signs and know their meaning It's true You'll know how it was meant to be Hear the signs and know they're speaking to you, to you "A Sort of Homecoming", U2 The city walls are all pulled down The dust a smoke screen all around See faces ploughed like fields that once Gave no resistance. And we live by the side of the road On the side of a hill as the valleys explode Dislocated, suffocated The land grows weary of her own. The wind will crack in winter time This bomb blast lightning waltz No spoken words Just a scream "Wish You Were Here", Pink Floyd So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? "Override", Kevin Devine Queasy listening to the pace of your breath Counting the credible Pathways to peace that I've left Sea of eggshell and your blood on my hands I'm wired to wait But I've waited as long as I can Kick the tires Pile the pyre Float your unfaceable fate At the edge of the earth Pin your timeline to the safest you've felt And then strongly insist you won't settle for anything else I need an override No more future tripping No more bleeding out the history No more arguing the answer When the answer isn't easy No conditional forgiveness No more narrative addiction No more paying with my present They can't take what I don't let them "Ditchdigger", Tyler Lyle I choose my eyes wide open And my heart half-broken every time Over the gilded golden shackle And the reassuring sentimental lie I've seen the rolling meadows And the cruelest ghettos in this town I know the baker and the undertaker And the girl with the stars on her gown But the song that sounds the best to me Is the chorus of the maple tree And that river bends in through the sea Its course is fixed and so are we It seems But I got sunshine Sunshine all over me And brown eyes Blue skies are all I see "Whispers & Ashes", Dead Sara Well it's my mistakes, that comfort me Mysteries leave the blind Guessing to explain While I'm safe from the wreckage My memory's torn On what is worth fighting for Then I'm safe from the wreckage I don't feel safe anymore Just floating above the earth, alone Whispers and ashes, behold Whispers and ashes Cry over your pretty lies Make them see a certain heat Can you see through me As dust just settles on Whispers and ashes I reach for the ceiling, to the sky above How am I still living Safe from the wreckage, I remember everything All the freedom to follow Stay faithful to me Keep your words kind, I will never forget I'll be just fine "The Eye", Brandi Carlile I am a sturdy soul And there ain't no shame In lying down in the bed you made Can you fight the urge to run for another day You might make it further if you learn to stay I wrapped your love around me like a chain But I never was afraid that it would die You can dance in a hurricane But only if you're standing in the eye "I'll be Good", James Young My past has tasted bitter for years now So I wield an iron fist Grace is just weakness, or so I've been told I've been cold, I've been merciless But the blood on my hands scares me to death Maybe I'm waking up today I'll be good, I'll be good And I'll love the world like I should I'll be good, I'll be good For all of the light that I shut out For all of the innocent things that I doubt For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears For all of the things that I've done All these years, no, yeah For all of the sparks that I stomped out For all of the perfect things that I doubt I'll be good, I'll be good And I'll love the world like I should I'll be good, I'll be good For all of the times I never could      LOGS Logs Found Here