Post by Crispin on Jun 24, 2020 11:53:56 GMT 1
Character is played by: Sonja
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Put up for adoption
<> Have them disappear
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Character's Name: Crispin (goes by soulname, may choose use-name "Scarf" if others are uncomfortable with this)
Previous Names: Healer (by humans)
Preserver Name: Brighteyes-Highthing
Gender: female
Age: 2132
Origin: Divide Crossers
Role: Healer
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Siblings: Half-Brother Kamaru, 3679, unknown (missing), Twin-sisters Zigla and Tukulti, 1894, unknown (missing)
Parents: Mother Seti, 4325, unknown (missing), Father Haime (deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: Tarik, recognized father of Pathia (deceased), Mirza, 4057, recognized father of Nirari (missing)
Children: Daughter Pathia, 2078 (missing), Son Nirari, 268 (missing)
Others: unknown other relatives, various adopted childs she considers family
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Magic:
Animal-Bonding (caracal)
Healing – strong, has long experience healing humans too
Mind-Healing – average
Skills:
Climbing – poor
Dancing – average
Fighting – poor, for lack of training and refusal to do harm
Singing – poor/non-existant due to being mute
Stealth – good, learned from bond-animals so may have odd methods
Survival – poor/average, knows basics but never had to apply them in reality
Swimming – poor/average, only enough to not drown when falling in rivers
Basket-Weaving – average
Cooking – good, but out of practice
Cubsitting – average
Dying Wool – good
Grooming – good, especially with braiding
Playing instrument – good, flute only
Riding – average, camel and horses
Sewing – good
Weaving – good/excellent
Weapons/Tools: small sickle
Other Items: flute, water pouch, some healing herbs and tinktures
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Hair: open it'd reach almost to her hips in tight curls, but usually she wears it in shoulder-long cornrows, the dark brown tinted a reddish tone with dye
Eyes: small almond-shaped eyes of a bright color shifting between blue and green
Clothes: brightly colored, loose-cut of thin cloth, usually a shirt with cuffs ending at ¾ sleeve length, same with trousers, both adored with stitching, no shoes, likes to cover up her neck-scars with colorful hand-woven scarves
Jewelry: likes to weave vines and leaves in her cornrows as well as putting flowers behind her ears, will rarely be met without her silver flute on a cord around her neck
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Circadian rhythm: naturally tends toward night/twilight activity, forced to be day-active for years led to an irregular sleep pattern
Knowledge:
Humans: encountered
Magic gone bad: unknown
Other elves: heard of
Preservers: legend
Trolls: heard of
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Bond beast
Name: Tuft
Age: 2 years
Gender: female
Species: caracal
Personality: being born in captivity makes Tuft very relaxed around humans and elves alike, more likely to be startled by wilderness than loud noises. Having been nursed back to life by Crispin as a cub makes her rather protective of the healer, has she taught herself to watch over sleep, quarters and possessions alike, warning intruders back with growls. Still rather young Tuft loves to play, especially with yarn balls, and is also curious enough to stick her nose into anything not looking dangerous.
If I leave, do this with my character:
<> Put up for adoption
<> Have them disappear
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Character's Name: Crispin (goes by soulname, may choose use-name "Scarf" if others are uncomfortable with this)
Previous Names: Healer (by humans)
Preserver Name: Brighteyes-Highthing
Gender: female
Age: 2132
Soul Name: Crispin
Soul Name known by: everyone before Beacon Call
Species: caracal-blooded elfOrigin: Divide Crossers
Role: Healer
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Siblings: Half-Brother Kamaru, 3679, unknown (missing), Twin-sisters Zigla and Tukulti, 1894, unknown (missing)
Parents: Mother Seti, 4325, unknown (missing), Father Haime (deceased)
Lovemates/Lifemates/Recognized: Tarik, recognized father of Pathia (deceased), Mirza, 4057, recognized father of Nirari (missing)
Children: Daughter Pathia, 2078 (missing), Son Nirari, 268 (missing)
Others: unknown other relatives, various adopted childs she considers family
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Magic:
Animal-Bonding (caracal)
Healing – strong, has long experience healing humans too
Mind-Healing – average
Sending – strong
Climbing – poor
Dancing – average
Fighting – poor, for lack of training and refusal to do harm
Singing – poor/non-existant due to being mute
Stealth – good, learned from bond-animals so may have odd methods
Survival – poor/average, knows basics but never had to apply them in reality
Swimming – poor/average, only enough to not drown when falling in rivers
Basket-Weaving – average
Cooking – good, but out of practice
Cubsitting – average
Dying Wool – good
Grooming – good, especially with braiding
Playing instrument – good, flute only
Riding – average, camel and horses
Sewing – good
Weaving – good/excellent
Weapons/Tools: small sickle
Other Items: flute, water pouch, some healing herbs and tinktures
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Personality: Crispin is a gentle and caring person, despite the bad things happening in her life. She got hurt physically as well as emotionally and choose to stay positive despite it, help everyone in need. Human or not, she is a healer and will act on it, whether it is an elf, human or animal. There is always room in her life for another person, some more love to give, embracing life to its fullest. A long life taught her patience and how to find happiness in the small things, her lack of voice not stopping her to be chipper and chatterful. She might refuse to do harm to any living being on account of her powers, but when it comes to family she'll be strong. Being so open about her innermost self means it's easy to trust her, though Crispin herself is choosing wisely whom to trust.
Appearance: dark skin with freckles on shoulders, a pointy long face, big pointed ears, 4'4''/132 cm, two parallel lines of scars at either side of her neck from an operation done in infancy that rendered her mute also thick scars around wrists and ankles from living in shackles for yearsHair: open it'd reach almost to her hips in tight curls, but usually she wears it in shoulder-long cornrows, the dark brown tinted a reddish tone with dye
Eyes: small almond-shaped eyes of a bright color shifting between blue and green
Clothes: brightly colored, loose-cut of thin cloth, usually a shirt with cuffs ending at ¾ sleeve length, same with trousers, both adored with stitching, no shoes, likes to cover up her neck-scars with colorful hand-woven scarves
Jewelry: likes to weave vines and leaves in her cornrows as well as putting flowers behind her ears, will rarely be met without her silver flute on a cord around her neck
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Circadian rhythm: naturally tends toward night/twilight activity, forced to be day-active for years led to an irregular sleep pattern
Knowledge:
Humans: encountered
Magic gone bad: unknown
Other elves: heard of
Preservers: legend
Trolls: heard of
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History:
Born a slave to humans and with healing powers manifesting early, Crispin was taken away from her mother after being barely nursed off, put with a group of woman to learn basic tasks like weaving, cooking and grooming – things everyone not cut out for heavy work were required to do. Being a child and missing her mother meant crying, on top of the usual babbling. It wasn't wanted, especially not when her gift meant being taken to people who didn't wish for anyone talking about their ailments. So they took her to a surgeon for a procedure to take her voice away. Little did they know that elves could send, this a well-kept secret between them.
Still young Crispin recognized Tarik, a gentle man her age who run errands between the various working groups. The birth of Pathia followed, a joy in both their lives and the community. In their naivete neither expected her to be taken away like so many, to be raised by others, unaware. When it happened, Tarik was the one to scream out for both of them, fight the guards, a disobedience punishable by death. After the first fatally wound they allowed her to heal him, only to inflict them again, this time having her watch him fade. It was a deep hurt, getting the lesson across that if she disobeyed others would get hurt, for her life was too valuable.
Almost a century later she got reunited with her mother for a short while, called to assist in the birth of her sisters. Hearing that her father had died only months early in a working accident where no human supervisor called a healer or help, leaving him to die. While not her fault that incident triggered her spirit to fight again, if not by force then by helping her people. Wherever possible Crispin would use her healing powers on others in secret.
Given how powerful she grew it wasn't before long that she got reassigned, from usual women-work with calls off to heal to the capitol, a personal healer for the king and those close to him. Even moving into the palace once her loyalty had been proven by decades of serving, cared for though never free of shackles, allowed some more freedom. There she met Mirza, who as a metal-shaper served a similar fate making trinkets and while nearly twice her age, long talks and a deep bound eventually led to Recognition.
Wiser now, this time she hid the pregnancy, aided by being in a position to make and choose her own clothes, knowing very well that this one too wouldn't be allowed to stay with her, more likely to be used against her. The night Nirari was born his parents smuggled him out of the palace, trusted him in the hands of an human they'd both befriended, traveling upriver on a ship this very night. Promising to take him along, to give him to one of the tribes far away where elves still lived free. It hurt, but it was all Crispin wished for, having seen so many childs, elfin and human, growing into a life of serving that rarely turned out to be kind.
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Bond beast
Name: Tuft
Age: 2 years
Gender: female
Species: caracal
Personality: being born in captivity makes Tuft very relaxed around humans and elves alike, more likely to be startled by wilderness than loud noises. Having been nursed back to life by Crispin as a cub makes her rather protective of the healer, has she taught herself to watch over sleep, quarters and possessions alike, warning intruders back with growls. Still rather young Tuft loves to play, especially with yarn balls, and is also curious enough to stick her nose into anything not looking dangerous.
