Dustcatcher was never privy to the inner workings of her place of origin, leading her to believe she was meant for somewhere else. She doesn't remember much of her old community, only uniforms; neat, tidy, studious.
Well-kempt and dutiful to preserve the lines of history between pages of those from the past.
The candles there were kind, but distant. They had taken Dustcatcher under their wings when she was newly awakened. At first, she felt lost, fulfilling monotonous duties.
That feeling only continued to grow the more the candles dedicated themselves to the study, as to them, for a candle to awaken near them was a sign, a sense of purpose.
Late one night, she was buried between bookcases, spiritlessly lining the shelves, one book after another. Her focus came to an abrupt end when she heard the sound of a book falling off one of the shelves, hitting the floorboards below.
She paused, looking around. There was no one else around to hear it. She stepped towards the book, and picked it up. When she did, something slipped from out the pages.
It made the most gentle, fragile sound as it made contact with the floor. It didn't break, although it should have.
She stared upon it, the object had the shape of a feather pen, but distinctly devoid of a quill or feathering. It was glossy, and made entirely of what appeared to be a black stained glass.
Dustcatcher took another look around at her surroundings, and picked it up. She examined the pen, glaring deep into its reflective, crystalized form. Every instinct was telling her...
She stared intently into the pen, thoughts of belonging and a release from burden flooded her mind, and the implement started to hover, just above her hand.
An ember took hold within the object as it began to crack, and soon, it was engulfed in a flame unlike her own.
She was enamored by the flickering of the flame that had seemingly come from within her. She stared deep into the center where the crystalized pen, in a beautiful display, turned to ash within the glow.
She continued looking longingly at her hand, trying to understand just what had happened, and then- A different thought...
How long was it going to be until the others told her that candles were capable of this? Was this not important to know? Did they ever consider it? Did they ever consider... her?
She stayed with that thought, for a moment, before setting her mind on the moment.
From then onwards, she would write her own path. Unburdened, leavened with the means and the courage to venture out in the halls.
Dustcatcher's best friend. She holds a lot of adoration for Matchstick, and is very protective of her. The two of them found eachother at just the right time in their lives, and have built a close bond over the hardships they've survived so far.
Matchstick was the first real friend she made in the halls.
Dustcatcher, to this day, still isn't sure what to think of Chimney. She's thankful to him, for reuniting her with Matchstick, and she can tell the two of them formed something of a friendship, but a tinge of her protective nature keeps her wary of him.
Despite this, she doesn't stop him from hanging out with Matchstick on the odd occasion, and even sometimes playfully teases him.
She admires him in a lifestyle sense, to be a wanderer... free to walk your own path, unburdened by what you thought defined you.
He's one of the few candles she doesn't tease.
Dustcatcher was quick to catch onto understanding Sawbone's initial instability. She empathized with that feeling of isolation Sawbone had experienced.
They're fairly well acquainted with one another.
Grand Librarian has all the hallmarks to be the antithesis of the way she wants to live, he's all orderly and formal, and yet, she doesn't mind his presence as much as the thought she would.
She senses an air about him, not bad, not good, but... familiar.
She had to catch them when both Madwaltz and Matchstick fell from a rising chandelier platform, which begged the question, how was Madwaltz' routine supposed to end if Dustcatcher wasn't there to catch them?
Dustcatcher is on friendly enough terms with them, even if the subsequent "trust falls" that Madwaltz keeps insisting on are getting a little tiresome.
Dustcatcher still feels a little tense around Eerieshard, as she had more than once impeded the candles' progression through the halls.
They do talk, occasionally, but it's hardly to get to know eachother better.
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Dustcatcher's First Concept Sketch!
Dustcatcher's old render!
A Pixel Doodle of Dustcatcher!
Dustcatcher and Matchstick in the 2024 Holiday Card.
Dustcatcher's hair is Matchstick's favorite sleeping spot!
Dustcatcher and Matchstick, shocked!!
Dustcatcher's old work attire. She used to walk around on her legs!
