Her body is usually around the age of 19. But, she will claim whatever age is most useful within a situation. There’s no telling of her true age.
Solita is a rosy pale girl with a notable unruly, somewhat curly, cut in an asymmetric bob that’s grown out, dyed auburn and green with black roots showing. Her eyes are hazel. She stands at 5'5" (and a half. She clings to that half inch.) She’s a rather feminine-looking, and curvy girl, who certainly doesn’t shy away from showing it.
Solita is an amalgamation of many minds, making her very unpredictable in her actions. Although, most of the time, it often comes to rest on two significant personalities. An empathetic girl who tries to find humor in everything, and an apathetic person, with no remorse for the wrongs she does.
She seems like a pretty outwardly friendly person. She puts a lot of energy into socializing and generally is a hard person to dislike. She does have her sarcastic remarks and a less-than-clean sense of humor to share.
She tends to keep her reactions positive, and even comedic in the appropriate situations. Outside of jokingly, Solita rarely will refer to another person in a formal fashion. So saying sir, ma'am, miss, mister, missus, etc. normally isn’t a respectful gesture in her vocabulary.
Despite her normally positive demeanor, Solita is an extremely paranoid and depressed person who tends to drown herself in any form of art to escape. She’s a very observant person, sometimes seemingly too observant. Every little thing is taken in, and it weighs in her head.
Her sense of right and wrong is very unstable. It shifts and changes from one interaction to the next. One moment, punching someone might be wrong, but in the next, she’d do it without a second thought.
She’s very lonely. Trapped in her own head, behind emotional walls. Can’t seem to find herself relating to the people around her. Her loneliness manifests in the way of constantly finding some way to affectionately touch people. Holding hands, hugging, poking, playful pushes/punches, snuggling. Or, it does appear in lewder ways. She’s desperate for human connection.
Solita, no matter the brave face, is often scared of her own shadow. Say her name, or touch her when she hasn’t taken note of your presence often ends with her getting frightened.
On the flipside, the more apathetic half to her personality. A bitter and quiet person, who lacks any sort of remorse and seems almost awkward when interacting with people. Her words are always curt and quick to the point she’s making, trying to avoid conversation. This personality rarely makes itself present outside of situations that call for remorseless actions.
She often carries around a paper, though safely placed somewhere where nobody can take or see it, with the story of her beginnings written on it. She is very… Attached to it, to say the least, and often has to rewrite it if she dies. If someone were to ever get their hands on it, they could get her to do whatever they wanted her to do, at the price of always needing to keep their guard up. She’ll kill them the moment it’s down, without question or a second thought.
Sometimes it’s hard to say if there’s any truth about Solita or not. All she really does is lie. And it’s gotten to the point that even she can’t tell the difference. To her, everything is a lie. But it’s also the truth, but the truth is shaped to the person who knows it. Her truth to one is her lie to another.Origin background:
Solita is the second eldest of four siblings, the least notable of them and the one with unintended high-maintenance and… Unique experiences. She and her family had been moving from home to home her entire life, the places varying from small towns of maybe a few hundred to huge cities packed with people. And Solita was always stressed out by these moves, and the difference in how people acted and how they spoke.
She realized this, but she was too stubborn to adjust to the different cultures that came with different cities and areas. She usually stuck out like a sore thumb, along with her quiet, shy, and secretive personality as a child and constantly moving in and out, she was a prime target for bullies. She was pulled out of school when her parents finally realized this.
From the time she was eight, to about fourteen, Solita was homeschooled and with two parents who hold jobs, or found other ways to keep busy, and siblings who still went to public school, she was normally isolated. By the time she got back to public school, her parents decided to settle down and run a farm. Until she moved back into public schools six years later, she didn’t have much contact with people in her age group except for her younger brother.
Because of the timing of her pulling out of the school, she fell behind everyone her age, and then even further when it came to the materials for homeschooling that needed to be done.
In the span of her time homeschooling, she had a lot of time to reflect. Solita decided she was done being the doormat. She finally recognized that mistreatment wasn’t her fault, and she wouldn’t take it anymore. She would fight back against those who did her wrong.
But, she never seemed to come to despise those who wronged her. She forgave rather willingly after a small window of anger. A saintly smile on her face as she told them it was okay.
By the time she chose to dive back into public schools, around seventh grade, she was two years behind. Especially went moving to a small rural town, she seemed to be from a whole different world. Most of her social interaction had formerly been towards adults, and with these kids, who mostly thought they were better than the adults, and Solita normally did not get along well with them. Which led to many rivalries. She tended to confront them out of the eyes of faculty, provoking them as much as she could. She was still a very naive person at this time, even if she was more pessimistic and a little bit more sharp-tongued.
She met someone who seemed to be behind that same wall as her, as well as someone who was often hurt.
In the following year, Solita became more involved in anything she could. Sports, arts, music, anything that would let her in. A lot didn’t stick. The only things that managed to stay around were those involving art and music.
She found more like-minded people, but there still seemed to be a wall where she and they stood. It was thinner than all of those people who she butted heads with, but it was still almost blatantly there. But, these people accepted it. She even found someone she fell for. Very very hard. But it was unrequited and stayed like that for as long as Solita knew her.
She managed to grow closer with her family. Going into high school, her mother had another child, who Solita immediately grew attached to. A lot of time outside of chores, homework, school, and everything else, she spent with her new little brother. She only wanted the best for him. She wanted the best for all her siblings, all her family. But she never got the chance to try and… Put someone on the right path, help them, teach them.
She… Wanted her little brother to have a better life than she did.
The girl who stood on the same side as she was her most trusted companion, much shyer and timid, she really didn’t try to come out of her shell other than joining the arts. At first, she didn’t notice, but things were taking a turn for the worse, which lead her friend in a downward spiral.
The girl and she made a promise when Solita had noted a change in her friend’s behavior, to be there whenever one needed the other. They kept this promise, and in the end, it was only a one-sided promise because Solita had realized she was suffering and needed her support than Solita needed the girls.
This kept up for another year before she passed away. Solita became a complete wreck, and the bullying even stopped for the next few months.
But it came back, and Solita expanded her resolve. It wouldn’t just be herself she’d fight for anymore. If she saw any sort of wrongdoing, she’d fight back. She instigated almost everyone.
Solita fell into a similar spiral. She started getting more, and more intrusive thoughts. More dangerous impulses. More nights where she ended up crying herself to sleep.
She fought, brawled with other students in semi-secret. That was her source of getting out this pent-up emotion she had, that she refused to tell anyone about. But, this led to her gaining more and more enemies, the more she tried to stand up for someone.
Ultimately, her resolve was the thing that killed her.
A lonely child.
A girl who didn’t know any better, only feeling more alone as she grew.
Then one day she was offered. She was offered a chance that, to a child, was too good to pass up. “If you do everything I ask, you will never be lonely again.” She didn’t see anything wrong with this kind of deal. The stranger seemed like someone who wouldn’t do anything bad, right?
It started off simple. Run away from home, go steal this thing, be here and watch a deal go down… It seemed simple, but it slowly transitioned to more things. It was too late by the time she realized what she was doing.
But had stopped caring by then. Everything that happened, it left her lacking with her ability to care. She was ending the world for this person who she had come to look to as a parent. She was loyal and attached to them. Solita came to truly hate the parents she had been raised by before they came into her life. She happily abandoned the identity given by her parents.
All the strings were in place, all it took was an extra tug to send it all down. And she did it all quite gladly. The only thing left was to make sure society as it was wouldn’t come back.
Most of the world did the work themselves in their panic and otherwise. She wandered a lot. Her only companion was the one she had agreed with to cause this madness. And she was almost happy about it. Encounters came to pass which had left her quite fulfilled. After it was over, she would have no regrets. Her death would be a peaceful and fulfilled one, no matter the way she died.
But a quick change in decisions meant she wouldn’t get that peace. Suddenly, the girl had another mind and soul crashing into her own, a mind that could have easily been her opposite. And she lost all control of her own body to make room for this other, who turned out to be her but…
She hated it. Sharing this body, with someone who could barely do what she was asked. And for not doing what she was asked, they both suffered. At times this other “her” shut down, allowing her to re-take control and do what she needed. That’s when they came to some sort of consensus in what they would do. An unspoken one, that the other seemed unaware of.
The other was fully taking the blame for another person’s actions, even if they were the same, she seemed unaware of quite the amount of sentience that she had.
Murdered, stole, orphaned… Ruining the world beyond repair.
As both she, and the other her, understand, this invader was her companion’s doing. An origin. She was only a small offshoot of this invader, and they were exactly the same person in the end, even if they developed separate personalities.
Now, they had bound the two hers’ souls together, so they could have full control over this origin soul, whatever importance that might have had.
And now, the two are bound together, and as time passes the two only seem to mesh more and more. Unable to be taken apart.Other:
Solita drifts between worlds. No rhyme or reason as to how or why she finds herself in places that can have small subtle differences to almost the complete opposite of her “homeworld.“
In regards to what I said about not aging, Solita’s “homeworld” is a place where time runs MUCH slower, as it is an original world, as in a lifetime isn’t even a second to that original one.
The “internal clock” that makes her age, and grow in many ways, is still running at that time. Even while her consciousness runs at the same speed as the world she’s currently inhabiting does. Of course, she does change little by little since some worlds can run slower than others. But they’re rarely notable.
She is quite capable of dying, by sickness, poison, violence, and so on. and sadly, she knows this quite well. Every time she dies she just moves on to a new world and stuck right into another body.
Every time she “dies” her mind only inhabits alternate bodies of herself. Every time she dies in a previous world she was visiting, she just takes the body of herself in another universe with varying fundamentals, and she takes their memories and their identities with her. She changes their “internal clock” to run on her original time, and she essentially resets.
Solita is many souls tied to the same person. The souls themselves are made up of the same person, just from varying universes. But in the end, they’re still separate souls, tied together by Solita’s origin soul.
There are two main souls that inhabit her body. The rest often come out to be white noise. The two main ones are tied together, and cannot be taken apart. The origin soul, and the soul of a Solita who is tied up in a certain deal.
This is caused by a very peculiar deity.
Solita has been tied up in an agreement with this deity. “If you do everything I ask, you will never be lonely again.” She’s worked essentially as the errand girl for them ever since. They basically own her, body and soul. They cannot control her directly, but they do have ways to... convince her into helping.
Her job for this deity is to murder, to hurt, to ruin, those who had agreements with them. They give her a list, and occasionally a nudge in the right direction, and she has to hunt down those on the list herself. Those people end up dead within a certain date, and if Solita fails, there’s pain in store for her, and then has to try again.