Post by goblinsapper on Feb 18, 2010 4:58:54 GMT -5
Though the version I present in roleplay is heavily dramaticized for the purposes of amusement, Synesthesia is a real condition that affects roughly 1 in 2000 people and is as yet, little understood by the neuroscientific community.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synesthesia
www.apa.org/monitor/mar01/synesthesia.aspx
Katalyn Schoppen
Good looking bird. Too bad she's nuttier then a squirrel on a hot summer day.
And the squirrels on fire.
Katalyn Schoppen, born to a family of artisans in the wonderous city of Waterdeep, was always 'different' - even for that highly eclectic and sometimes bizzare place. Many of her loved ones would affectionally say the girl was a bit touched. She was certainly active - hyper active some would say, manic even. The girl was simply always on, always bright, no matter what. This was insufferable in certain situations. It certainly made funerals occasionally ackward. In her defense, Katalyn says Auntie Shanda would have appreciated her joke about her jowels finally shrinking.
That was not the only unusuality about the girl however. Quite frankly, she saw things. And heard things. And tasted things. To her, sound appeared as kaliedoscopic explosions of color around the lips of the speaker, a sunset could taste like sweet cream and strawberries. She found herself certain that the number eight was quite full of itself and very stuck up - as was the color pink. Purple was very mellow and fun to hang out with however.
She took to music like a seal to water - water sounds green, not blue as one would expect, and the sound of it tastes like pears - and found an accepting and even supportive home in the joymakers of Llirra. After barding about Waterdeep for a few years, making her way on tips and comissions, she suddenly and inadvisably decided to leave for Cormyr just as her career was picking up. She had decided to bring joy to the people there.
Gods help them all.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synesthesia
www.apa.org/monitor/mar01/synesthesia.aspx
Katalyn Schoppen
Good looking bird. Too bad she's nuttier then a squirrel on a hot summer day.
And the squirrels on fire.
Katalyn Schoppen, born to a family of artisans in the wonderous city of Waterdeep, was always 'different' - even for that highly eclectic and sometimes bizzare place. Many of her loved ones would affectionally say the girl was a bit touched. She was certainly active - hyper active some would say, manic even. The girl was simply always on, always bright, no matter what. This was insufferable in certain situations. It certainly made funerals occasionally ackward. In her defense, Katalyn says Auntie Shanda would have appreciated her joke about her jowels finally shrinking.
That was not the only unusuality about the girl however. Quite frankly, she saw things. And heard things. And tasted things. To her, sound appeared as kaliedoscopic explosions of color around the lips of the speaker, a sunset could taste like sweet cream and strawberries. She found herself certain that the number eight was quite full of itself and very stuck up - as was the color pink. Purple was very mellow and fun to hang out with however.
She took to music like a seal to water - water sounds green, not blue as one would expect, and the sound of it tastes like pears - and found an accepting and even supportive home in the joymakers of Llirra. After barding about Waterdeep for a few years, making her way on tips and comissions, she suddenly and inadvisably decided to leave for Cormyr just as her career was picking up. She had decided to bring joy to the people there.
Gods help them all.