Lynnea Timandre

[Lynnea Timandre]

Basic Information

Name: Lynnea Timandre
Race: Konti
Age: 29 years old (37th Fall, 482 A.V.)
Languages: Kontinese [Fluent], Common [Conversational], Tukant [Broken]

Physical Description

Born into the mystical ranks of the white women, Lynnea exemplifies the traditional Konti beauty. Long tresses of pale-blond hair fall around a teardrop-shaped face of porcelain, windswept features. Her skin is smooth to the touch, as well as accentuated by the creamy white scale that pattern up and down her elegant frame. While she cares not for the physical state of her being as she might have in the past, there is no denying there is a subtle allure about Lynnea; she is as fey as the island she comes from.

Dashes of color have been painted across her vellum skin. The most prominent and scarring are the angry red marks that blossom beneath her wrists, reminders of the chains she once wore. They are less evident but still nonetheless present on her neck and ankles as well. Her life has been a hard one, and Lynnea wears her history on her very figure.

Mental Description

Once, Lynnea was pure and innocent. A carefree soul, she was filled with the joy and light of a newborn day; a fierce love of life and the mysteries within was all that guided her. No longer. After toiling under the whips of slavers, the innocence has all been chipped away, replaced by revulsion of the world and the lawless men in it. But she is not bitter; she still holds out for a future in which peace and love reign, a day in which she might finally be reunited with her family. But she no longer looks at the world with a naive gaze - she now acknowledges it for what it is.

Beyond that, she is adaptable as the wind. Her changes in personality come from a lifetime of Morphing and a lesser tenure of slavery. She is whatever the situation requires her to be; happy, sad, sexy, dull. She does whatever she has to to survive. The one thing she is never is cruel. She harbors affectations for the downtrodden of society, having been there herself. More often than not, she will nurse and shelter those who need it; but the inverse of this is a cold disregard for those who have been born in luxury and never seen how cruel the world is to those less fortunate.

[Lynnea Timandre]

History

Lynnea was born on a serene fall morning many years ago, the middle child of the Konti sorceress Amaris, who was born of the House Timandre. A child of Amaris and her one-time Akalak lover, it is a commonly known fact that they wished for Lynnea to be an Akontak. Some have pitied Lynnea for it, but the truth is Amaris loved Lynnea no less because she was Konti. There was an instant connection between the two, formed in magic and vian petals, though that did not stop Amaris from driving Lynnea as hard as her other students.

Like her mother, Lynnea took the route of a wizard and joined Amaris' sisterhood, the exalted Adhira. She excelled primarily in the art of Morphing, a quick study in changing her body form at will. She practiced other magical disciplines, but Morphing was and always has been her primary magical art.

Great things were prophesied for the young sorceress, who was driven, hardworking and imaginative. But tragedy struck in her twenty-sixth year: while swimming with some of her cousins in the shores around Mura, Lynnea swam out too far. Given the racial talents of the Konti, the deeper depths did not pose a problem to her, but what lay in such untamed waters did; a ship filled with slavers was waiting just out sight of the coastline, waiting to snatch up unsuspecting Konti maidens. Just like Lynnea.

Lynnea struggled and fought, channeled every bit of magic she possessed. She managed to wound at least two of them, but it was not enough. She was knocked out by a man's fist, and the last thing she can remember was being shackled and bound.

Her cousins presumably fled inland to tell all of Mura what had happened, but the ship was gone before any made it out to where Lynnea had been captured. The next thing she remembered upon waking up was a man shouting at her to move. Light trickled in from the window set high up in the cabin, an unfamiliar light that told Lynnea she was not in Mura anymore.

In truth, Lynnea was not too far from her home. She had been taken by Ravokian slavers to the titular city of Ravok, a city built on the backs of slaves - like what she was to become. For two years, she toiled in the house of a man named Vernon Lark. Her tenure under him was to be short, however; he quickly found it more profitable to sell her, which he did, giving her to a nameless man with gilded skin and four arms. This new owner quickly took Lynnea and several other slaves and set out to sea once more.

This voyage was longer this time around, and it gave Lynnea more time to investigate her surroundings. She noticed the man who was giving her odd looks. She began glancing back at him, began sidling up to him and began whispering words in his ear. The seduction, as inexpert as it was, worked. One stormy night, the man slipped into her cell, his eyes eager and reckless. Lynnea gave him her best smile, then hit him. It was violent, and a fight ensued, ending abruptly with the sailor's death.

She was saddened by the loss of life she had caused, but had no time to spare in mourning. Quickly, she studied his body, taking as much time as she dared to do so. When she thought she had it down right, she Morphed into the man. The form wasn't perfect, but that combined with the dim lighting was enough to fool all his companions. She made her way to the deck of the boat, and, before anyone could get a good look at her, dove overboard into the water.

She allowed her form to Morph back into a Konti and begin swimming. She had seen a distant shoreline - which she hoped was Konti Isle, or at the very least Sylira.

It was neither.

The boat had taken her all the way down to the waters around Cyphrus...straight into the heart of the Sea of Grass.

For the first time in her life, Lynnea knew what it was like to be completely and utterly alone.

[Lynnea Timandre]

Skills

Morphing	+26 pts.	SP
Glyphing	+14 pts.	SP
Fortunetelling	+10 pts.	RB
Seduction	+5 pts.	SP
Impersonation	+5 pts.	SP

Gnosis

1st Mark of Avalis - Marked followers of Avalis can delve into the Chavena at will seeking individual chavi and reading the past. Their sight at this level is rough. It can be unpredictable and hit-or-miss, but if they can indeed find the chavi they are looking for and read of its past, they have no problems coming up with answers to questions that might be presented to them.

Konti Gift

Djed Sensing - Lynnea's gift allows her to read the djed of others through simple touch. Merely by laying her hand on someone's skin, Lynnea can tell if the person she's touching practices magic or not. Prolonged contact allows Lynnea to tell what magical discipline the person practices, if any at all; it starts by telling her with discipline the person in question use the most often, then goes to the second most important one, and so on and so forth. It takes only a couple seconds to discover the magical abilities of a minor practitioner, while she needs to be in contact with more advanced mages for longer periods of time to discover the full breadth of their abilities.

Lores

• Slavery Life
• Konti Race and Culture
• Realization of One's Fate
• Finding Warmth in Another
• Home is Mura
• Location of the Slave Camp Outside Ravok

Possessions

Item	Description	How Was it Acquired?
Linen Shirt, not dyed	A colorless linen shirt, like one you might find on a slave anywhere.	SP
Cotton Breeches, dyed black	Black pants, like one you might find on a slave anywhere.	SP
Leather Shoes	A pair of common leather shoes, in a dull brown color.	SP
Wool cloak, dyed black	A long midnight-black cloak, stolen from the man she killed.	SP
Waterskin	A small waterskin to carry around water portably. Full.	SP
Backpack	A dark brown knapsack, stolen from the man she killed.	SP
Set of Toiletries	Composed of a comb, brush, razor, and soap.	SP
Food for a Week	Salvaged from her meals that she had not eaten on the ship.
Eating Knife	A small, not-too-sharp knife used to assist in eating, one of the few things allowed to her by her masters.	SP
Flint & Steel	Used in conjuncture to start a fire.	SP
Silver Necklace	A small silver necklace given to her by her mother, Amaris, it is the one thing from Mura Lynnea managed to keep hidden.	Heirloom

Ledger

Credit	Debit	Total
+100 gm	--	100 gm (Starting Package)
+ 500 gm	--	600 gm (Cashed in Housing)
--	-45 gm	555 gm (Winter Living Expenses: Poor)
--	-45 gm	510 gm (Spring Living Expenses: Poor)

OoC Note: Due to her recent bout with slavery, Lynnea doesn't have any money on her, but rather the 510 mizas acquired in the Starting Package are waiting for her back on Mura.

[Lynnea Timandre]

Thread List

Winter 508 A.V.

?? Winter 508 A.V. - [Flashback] Midnight Blessing [Serrif Von Chatlyn]*

Summer 509 A.V.

74th Winter 509 A.V. - [Flashback] Captivity's Rewards [Victor Lark]

Winter 511 A.V.

13th Winter 511 A.V. - Lonely Hearts [Eldon Sunkiss]

47th Winter 511 A.V. - Lynnea enters the city of Riverfall

49th Winter 511 A.V. - Lynnea travels to the Labor Aid in hopes of acquiring a job. She soon finds herself redirected towards Valereig's Gem Shop...

52nd Winter 511 A.V. - Memories Anew [Serrif Von Chatlyn]

55th Winter 511 A.V. - My Gift to You [Serrif von Chatlyn]

Spring 512 A.V.

7th Spring 512 A.V. - Rise Above [Ulric]

* means it's completed.