Overview
Race: Konti
Birthday and Age: 54 winters old
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9, 180 cm
Affiliations: None
Physical Description
Much like all Konti, Marishka possesses beauty far beyond that of normal human women. Her skin is smooth and white like marble or alabaster-- although the tiny iridescent scales of her kind are still there-- and her hair is of as white as fresh winter snow. She has a body that is slim and well-toned, wtih traces of hardened muscles cutting through her arms. Her eyes represent perhaps her coldest and most captivating features; much like her sisters, she has glowing violet irises that would put any amethyst to shame. They are often sharp and cunning, as if holding a great amount of disdain and disinterest for the rest of the world, although this is only partially true. All in all, Marishka parades a very intimidating appearance.
Marishka always comes off as aloof and serious to those who meet her for the first time. She almost never smiles in the presence of others, always preferring to either have a stoic and emotionless expression on her face, or a brash smirk or frown. Her gait and bearing resonate of primness and stolidity, with her back always straight and her posture perfect.
Personality
Marishka has often been a loner; she is, in fact, considered to be someone bordering on anti-social due to her unfriendly and arrogant ways of expression. Amongst their brood of twelve reclusive sisters, she is often pointed out to be the hardest to approach. She had won very few friends from her peers at the suvai academy, most of whom either or both admired and loathed her from afar. The stoic Konti has also never cared about this fact, which only led to more resentment. She has a lot of built-up spite towards the people who alienate and misunderstand her, giving her a dull and brash way of seeing things around her.
She has recently developed a resentment towards men, for they had served her a very rude awakening during the first days of her sally outside the Konti isle. Quite a few have tried to beguile and charm her, and some have even tried to take advantage of her apparent helplessness. Having had very little experience with men, she became weary and unwelcoming towards them, usually shunning them away at sword point whenever they tried to approach. Building lasting friendships with her has been difficult at best.
Despite her social problems, she is still able to smile when she is alone and musing around nature and ruins, two of the few things she loves besides weapons training. She can be awkwardly fine about conversing with those whom she knows don't carry unusual and malicious intentions, and towards other women, whom she trusts infinitely more. Aside from this, there are even rarer moments when she can be caught off guard, especially when things don't go as she expects them to. Dilemma can sometimes make her irrational and even silly, although she tries very hard not to show it.
Abilities
From an early age Marishka has shown herself to be a Suvai fighter of great potential; having been given the clearance to train in Suvai at age 9. she has mastered all the basics of the skill and is moving on to more intricate and advanced concepts, a daunting task for any Konti. By age 20 she had become one of the top students in the Suvai academy of Mistress Val'mara, which is considered to be the most prestigious and difficult among the leading academies in Mura, graduating without much difficulty. Suvai training is a Konti art that can take decades, even centuries to fully grasp, so while this can be seen as a small, even trivial feat in human terms it is a wonder for Konti.
Since leaving the academy she had been training herself alone at most times, which has significantly slowed her progress; the burdened feelings that she felt amongst her peers also did much to impede her, leaving her true skills dormant and unused for many years. They have only begun to re-emerge recently, unsurprisingly coinciding with her flight from Mura.
Aside from suvai training, she has also taken a liking for sword fighting, a field which few Konti dabble in due to their race's delicate natures. She had been given a priceless silver longsword to go along with her customary suvai at age 20, and the weapon had never left her side ever since. While her proficiency with it is less formidable than her abilities with the Suvai, they are nonetheless considerable, as she is able to wield it with either hand and change stances and styles at a whim. Still she can be considered a novice in both arts, so to speak, as she has only begun to re-tap into her full potential.
On the negative side, Marishka is quite weak with written concepts and certain cognitive modes of instruction, as she prefers a more hands-on and physically-related style of learning. Her book smarts are great due to her modest love of books, though she tends to rely more on street smarts. Everyday skills like cooking are baffling to her, something which had been quite troublesome for her at first in her travels, although she has been learning.
Background
Much praise has been said of the powerful Timandre clan of Konti fame; with each one already as precious, elusive and rare as an eclipse on a golden, sunny day, the rigorous ways of their grand clan has provided each one with a splendid plethora of accomplishments to look up to, to undertake and to relish. Thus. while it is true that they have been brought up to be great individuals, it is even more veracious that they bear the enormous name of their hallowed matriarch, High Oracle Shahal upon their delicate shoulders. And none have disappointed--for all of them either became or are becoming famous and powerful in their chosen craft.
From an early age, the iridescently beautiful Marishka had been a complicated puzzle which everyone around her--particularly her grandmother and elder sisters--had tried to solve. She was unnaturally athletic and strong for a Konti, something which both delighted and worried her peers and teachers as a sign of a lack of intelligence. This theory was quickly proven to be false, for while her reading habits were not quite as extensive as those of her sisters, she digested everything she read with relative ease. This trait of hers became a sort of bafflement to those who instructed her at the academy, for while her intellect was great, her results in class were always less than satisfactory.
Unconventional as her attitude and desires in life may have been in contrast to their people's ways, there was no shortage of attention and pampering heaped upon the fiery and rebellious fourth sister. And to be fair to those who cared for her immensely, she, too, begrudgingly tried her best to conform, to fit in, to immerse herself in the more ancient and solemn ways of the Konti. Yet as time passed and her mind's borders expanded, it became all the more painfully obvious to her, as well as everybody around her that there was no place for her in Mura's sacred groves. Still she bid her time and waited for a sign from mother Avalis.
High Oracle Shahal was quick to point the source of her granddaughter's problems; she lacked a serious attention span when it came down to intricate academics, and had far more interest in physical training. As a result, basic instructions with the native Konti martial art, the Suvai, was given to her at the age of 9, a miracle of sorts to the Konti during those years. The basics were something of a breeze to the young Timandre, who easily passed her formative years without much effort. Soon enough the Timandre's young and fickle mind decided that Suvai training was not going to sate the hunger for improvement that was slowly building up inside her.
It was crystal clear by then to her that peaceful Mura was not the best place for this fighting savant to hone her skills. With the reluctant blessing of her grandmother and elder sisters, she left the island at the matured age of 50, striking out on her own against the rest of the world.
Her journey had not been an easy one, especially during the beginning. Hunger and toil was something which no Konti was raised to suffer or even experience, and these problems were the very first to take her decision into the realm of doubt and regret. Soon enough the ever-ubiquitous clouds that had been planted in her head by her youthful complacency started threatening to steer her back. Still she persevered, fighting dangerous monsters, rapacious humans and other threats on her own to reach her destination: that great center of martial studies, Syliras.
Syliras was founded by the brothers Dyres with the help of a prominent Konti during the age following the rise of humanity from the ashes of the Valterrian, thus this society readily welcomed Konti into its folds. Having learned of how irresponsible and stupid they could be from her dealings with them in the wilderness, however, she made sure to remain on her toes at all times. Sure enough a lot of these men came knocking on her doorsteps, enamored by her natural beauty. What they didn't take into account, however, was the ferocity of her heart and the skill of her blade. Once the approacher was deemed aggressive and out-of-control, she never hesitated to use her prowess to quickly dispatch these men back to their homes, more often than not in a brutal and punishing fashion.
Experience gradually turned Marishka from an underestimated girl to a ruthless and skilled maverick warrior, famous for being an ally of the Syliran knights when it came to fighting small-time crime in the city. Donning an elegant embroidered suit of dark Konti silk she had fashioned for herself, she patrolled the streets during the night, making sure to eradicate the more sneaky rogues who manage to escape the knights' notice. Thieves and pickpockets have learned to fear encountering her blade along alleyways and dead ends, for she always strikes fast and true. While she usually tried her best not to permanently maim or kill these brigands, more often than not their struggling would force her, or the knights, to end their lives.
The years passed, and her extensive trainings had provided her with invaluable experience for her next task: to join the Syliran knights. |