[ A huge, beautiful castle out of a fairytale. A broken-down brick wall in the courtyard, and a single, very tall girl with green hair and horns. She seems too odd to be real, but oh, she is, and despite it all... she watches, and she waits for her time to be done. Every person she sees gets a smile; she sits out here on a chair during the nice days when the weather allows it. Sometimes she just people watches... admires from afar. Donates to strangers. Asks what troubles them.
She can also be found inside libraries or schools, reading books to children, usually fairytales. Teaching children how to read; indulging their questions. When asked, her answer is always "so that I seem like a fairytale myself," but anyone observant or with extra senses can tell this is false.
She IS one--cursed, or, to put it better, spelled to look as she does intentionally, a human girl who cast aside her mortality and her old life and locked herself way. There's many old tales about her home that she answers. How a beast lived there--
"Yes, that's true, but they were a nice one... very lonely, but nice."
How terrified this beast was of people, so on so forth. She donates books, purchases her own... the fortune she amassed was part of the spell. But sometimes, sometimes, she runs into people that she wants to do more than simply chat briefly with or smile to. Sometimes, she does more than visit schools or children who are ill. Sometimes, people find HER when she ventures away. There's a sad aura about her even though she smiles; a successful Children's Book author, her tales of the Beast of Beauty and her Prince as well as all the others, are loved by children everywhere. Sometimes she does book signings, too. But at the end of the day, she goes home to that large brick castle (still oddly standing; she claims its a family heirloom she maintains), to the security of its walls.
The doors are unlocked, these days; the windows no longer barred, the large walls no longer guarding her from people she hardly understands. She does all the things she can to help people, even if specifically, she's bad at speaking with them... Mirabelle Horne (it must be an alias, no one knows her true name, not even her biggest fans) is a woman who seems to try very hard regardless. She opens her home to anyone who would like to stay there, a beautiful castle. It has wings for other people; on occasion, she rents them out, has visitors.
Perhaps today is one of those many reasons she may be who you've met. Or maybe she just got a bit lost (she's still quite bad at navigating this outside world...), but either way... she'll try, book in hand, to smile to the first person she meets, even if it's a little shy and awkward. ]
H... hello... um, ah...
[ Gosh she's still so BAD at this!!! Her voice sounds so young--she can't be older than twenty, surely? Six feet tall, stringy, green hair, fangs... really, she looks her "part", but she's hardly intimidating, as shy as she is. ]