Age: About twice as old as she looks
Species: Faerie Kacheek
Occupation: Stylist, accountant
I thought I'd be able to live a quiet life here, but no such luck. At least I'll always look young. Is trying to look nice such a crime?
A refined and straight laced authority figure of the house, she tries to keep things in order and she tends to be very harsh and critical of everyone she runs into. Kuviera is not a natural faerie; she was zapped that way with the lab ray (but then, who is a natural?) Technically she is rather old but looks like a typical young whiner. Her attractive/long lasting looks are something she is grudgingly proud of but the lack of respect she gets for looking like a young lady ends in a lot of snippiness. As a longtime worker she finds lots of reasons to patronize her slacker siblings. Even now when she does not have to work, she keeps herself busy by trying to make the family fashionable on what means they can spare on that kind of thing.
Working notes: Kuve's on the small side, and young but serious looking. She mostly wears fancy dark colored dresses that are fun to draw. Also don't think of her as an old lady or her dress sense is kind of disturbing. Her name come from... I don't know. It doesn't mean anything either.
She accidentally resembles Iranore! Or maybe it's the other around.
The way I color is very much attributed to trying to work around a purple and orange character. But hey I use those two all the time now.
--Something wrong with right here?
--I would want to live with the faeries. They have the best fashion. And they have the best economy.
--That's not something I considered.
Looking a little embarrassed, she continued, --They also live above the clouds. Faeries see everything.
--Sounds more like you want to be a faerie than live in their city.
One of many similar conversations held in the mansion in the flat field of flowers, surrounded by forest. Nobody knows who owned it, but it was always well stocked, with regular workers, good meals and a number of lucky children.
This was the first place Kuvirea remembered living, and where she met her friend Saohme. Although she liked to think of herself as a practical realist, Kuvirea had a fantastical mind of her own. She thought faeries were the sweetest thing and wanted to be one and live among them, among the clouds and birds and the other extraordinary creatures of Neopia's skies. The problem was, do you know how much those things used to cost?
So the talk continued for years, until one day, when they figured they were old enough (although it was not like anyone would stop them) the two cheerful little kids decided they would head out and seek fame and fortune on their own. And if they happened to make it to the land of the Faeries, all the better. The mansion (or, where they were told it was) and the little cloud on the map looked so close together. How hard could it be?
Where would they go? What would they do? Who knows, they were kids and an adventure seemed like the thing to do. And so off they set from their clean white mansion with sandwich bags and light camping gear into the big wonderful world. The two of them, young and blue and ready for a good time.
They walked among the fields of flowers around the mansion into the thick forest and immediately got lost. But that didn't matter, because they did not know where they were headed anyway. They emerged somewhere in the west where things were gloomy and dark. They didn't know where they were supposed to be, but knew that this wasn't the right place. Saohme seemed to remain optimistic, but Kuvirea knew it was as far from fortune as they could have imagined. She was already on her way to becoming a better practical realist.
The sky grew darker as they stopped to rest for the first time since the start of their journey towards nothing in particular; it seemed that a storm might start. When Kuvirea pointed this out, Sao said nothing. The misfortunes didn't stop there. They had happened upon an area of frequent accidents and horrors that their innocent little minds had no concept of. This area between forests was prime real estate for fringe groups that had a reason to hide. Such groups could only not hide from each other. Hence, violence and mayhem. This was no place for kids.
So it was no surprise that Kuvirea was woken up by the sounds of her friend being removed from their resting spot. A little talking, some hasty footsteps all in a haze. She didn't see a thing, until he was long gone. She was scared, but angry, but still too scared to do anything and fled. The dream was gone from then on. She became more of what she is today.
--Me too. I wish I could buy something.
Why was this girl so cheerful? She didn't seem to be here to beg, though… Kuvirea frowned. –You don't have any money on you?
--Why would I?
--You're a strange one. Who are you?
--Misadori. How about you?
--Just another hiker.
--You don't look dressed for a hike.
All this happened in a lodge in the mountains. Kuvirea had walked this far but was losing the will to go any further. Where was she going to go, anyway? The land in the sky was out of the question, maybe it was time to let herself come down back to earth. And who would miss a single traveler if they were to walk off the edge of the cliff...?
Well, that plan was out of the question now that someone was here talking to her. The constant smile was somewhat aggravating, but she seemed like such a friendly face in a sea of burly travelers, all heads taller than them both.
They weren't the only dangerous things out there either. Kuvirea originally followed Misadori out of mild concern. The two of them left the mountains and wandered over the countryside to the port which would take them to another part of the world. There wasn't much of consequence to talk about, which was probably for the better.
Even though responsibilities were piling up, things felt normal again. She didn't even protest when Misadori insisted on taking along the next kid they met, a watery eyed child hiding in crates. He could not have been older than ten and refused to talk.
--Is he even alive?
--I see breathing. Look! He opened his eyes.
–I see. And that's not an 'it.
--He looks hungry.
--We all are. There's nothing we can do. We should really head off soon.
In spite of what she said, she was right there along with Misadori coaxing out the weird little kid from behind the boxes. Although she did refuse to hold his hand as they boarded the ship. He looked like he had not changed clothes in months. He also looked as if he might have problems beyond that.
Doing the job wasn't much of a challenge. Tabulating figures and writing up reports for owners of big money was little to do compared to what she has to do at home to keep Kieruu and Misadori in line. For one who had started out so cynical and blue (she still fit half of this description) she was found one of the brighter characters of the fashion company.
But her favorite part of the whole thing was leaving. The city in the sky was a great place to work. The pay was good. The people were fabulous. The view was of course, fantastic. But it all dried up faster than expected. Or maybe she had been expecting it. How exciting were faeries to someone that had grown up? They were nothing but colorful businessmen (and women.) So, with enough money to sustain herself for the next few years, Kuvirea left the clouds and went back down to earth. Like many places she had passed through, she wouldn't be back there.
When she left, a grateful co-worker watched her pull all her papers and dresses and photos together and said, --Thanks for everything.
--Thank you, she replied, not really knowing who this was, but courteous enough.
--Maybe we can meet up down there, you know, one day.
--Sure, she said, although she never expected to see this co-worker again.
She was wrong about that.
In the years to come, things were riotous and busy but somehow peaceful. There was no shortage of things to do and fix in the wake of her sister and for all the yelling that ensued each time, things were good. Sometimes she could still muster a smile at the kids around town who still thought faeries were the greatest form of life in the world. Old stories didn't really hurt anybody, for the most part.
It wasn't all that bad, to start with. Catoble, a family friend (or vague acquaintance, in Kuvirea's case) returned to Neopia Central from an incomplete schooling with one more person that expected. He was tall and quiet and kind of smug, but not all that familiar. The skeletal mask permanently stuck to his face just added to his alien look. Once he started hanging around the house, she had to approach him, and then there was no doubt.
--He's not going away. What should we do?
--I don't know, Misadori said. –But I don't really want to let him in. He doesn't look...
--Did Catoble say where he found him?
--On the beach? No, not a beach, near the sea but not a beach. Is he digging through the trash?
--I could try to chase him away, Kieruu offered.
--Maybe, shrugged Misadori, who had never chased anyone away from the house in her life.
Odd. But as usual the verdict of the house was left up the Kuvirea. Had this not been the case, Saohme might have been run out of their dumpster right there and then. When she went up to him, he was sleeping on top of a cardboard box. He woke up and stared at her cooly and levelly, the same way he did when they were kids.
There were some things off at the time that were harder to notice. He seemed thinner, not just because of a lack of food, but overall lankier, like his body had changed. He moved like a slug, swinging his legs over the black plastic bags. He held that axe like there was something that required it an quiet, empty suburban corner.
But the face was the same. That was enough for the time being. He couldn't just be run out of the alleyway.
--Well, you're not just going to live out here for the rest of your life, are you?