Gully Jellow

Everyone is quick to blame the alien.
~ Aeschylus

Our constitution protects aliens, drunks and U.S. Senators.
~ Will Rogers

What we call the 'world' and the 'universe' is only one frequency range in an infinite number sharing the same space. The interdimensional entities I write about are able to move between these frequencies or dimensions and manipulate our lives.
~ David Icke

Who she is and what she is.

The Mask: You might have thought that she just walked out of a club in LA, perhaps. Her hair might be classified as two weeks after being shaved completely bald, but she has a nicely shaped skull so it works for her. Her features are exotic in the way that your first crush looked exotic and while Gully doesn't have the sheer pull of someone with Striking Looks, there is a peculiar magnetism about her person - you would be looking at her behind a coffeeshop counter and you wonder why she's not photographed often. She's also one of those types that would wear jorts and leggings when sensible people tend to bundle up. Whether this is a fashion choice, a natural ability to shrug off the cold or mental illness is anybody's guess.

The Mein:
She is a Gray. Call her a Zeta Reticulan or a Roswell Grey, whatever, but that's what she looks like, this fairy for the modern age. Tiny nose, huge black almond-shaped eyes, battleship gray skin. A four fingered hand with a thumb becomes a three fingered hand with a thumb. Ufologists would gnaw on the necks of beer bottles trying to remain calm if they could see Gully for what she is.

Alien Psyche:
It has been a year and half of that was recovering, putting a semblance of sense and sanity back into her reality tunnel, the process of which turned near psychosis into a fearless self confidence, a contempt for artificial stipulations of any sort, and a pathological urge to test limits, for how else would you maintain to rise above them? This optimistic fatalism and occasional foray into violent activism lends itself perfectly into Dusk Court philosophy, for paradoxally even if you are doomed you can still save yourself.

The Mantle:
Hers is the silence with weight that exists in the transitional that is Dusk, and such erasure leads to a heightened awareness. The mind predicts certain readabilities and the subtle absence of such either triggers a gut reaction of unease or the silent escape from an overwhelming world, depending on the psychology of the one exposed.

May 28th, 2026 September 1st, 2026

Plot Hooks

You Don't Beat The Machine. You Beat The One Behind It.
Kevin Mitnick. Gary McKinnon. Albert Gonzalez. Famous hackers all, and Gully wants nothing to do with such fame. Besides, she's been a part of planetary invasions - macro social engineering like that sort of kills the vibe of fussing around with whatever database or looking at people through cameras. That said she was good at her craft when she was human and she is good at her craft now, and she keeps up with it because the freehold will have need of her services sooner or later. Plus she likes solving problems and thinking outside the box, which is the real reason why she does it.

Duck Season. Wabbit Season.
Gully wants what's best for Gully and on occasion some authority or another tries to yuck her yum. Rigid boundaries she tends to poke holes in, fundamental assumptions about how the way the world organizes itself is questioned, and possiblity of change is presented or acted upon depending on fate and circumstance. Providence or Ignobility? It matters not as long as there is change. This facet in the gem of her philosophy gets her into many an adventure, sometimes in spite of herself. You got something that needs to be done, something a little weird mayhap? Chat with Gully.

Worm's Eye Hero.
She's an irreverent one, that Gully, but she has a particular saving grace when it comes to the lowest of the low, the destitute and the ones that are deemed to be doomed - it's a Dusk thing, you wouldn't understand. For them and theirs she would help them to keep going. Some days she volunteers at the local shelter, others she takes in calls at the local domestic abuse center. There she reads case files, takes interviews and lets them tell her a tale. If she finds said tale offensive to her sensibilities - perhaps a child is in questionable hands or a runaway comes in from the cold and tells her they were kicked out of the house because of sexuality or gender, or an old woman speaks of predatory landlords - well. She makes no waves and she prefers not to get the police involved if it can be helped because she doesn't trust them as far as she can throw them. Somehow or other, hook or crook, the books get balanced.

May 29th, 2026

Who she is and what she is.

Plot Hooks

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