Irelia Elladen (Proccess of being Revised)

[Irelia]

Irelia Elladen So Few Details Name: Irelia Elladen Race: Konti Age: Unknown (23rd of Fall, 484AV) Birthday: Unknown (27) Profession: Musician A What I Look Like Perhaps one of Irelia’s most distinguishing features is the curious windmark on her left hand. It does not indicate a known clan though it is certainly in the Drykas style and none have recognized it thus far. She has the calloused hands of a musician, having spent countless hours playing her mandolin and honing the skill. She’s also acquainted with suvai work and has the long and lean muscles granted by working with the weapons. Like most Konti Irelia is slender and lightweight, standing at roughly 5”7 and weighing only 125lbs, she is fairly petite. She has a long, hourglass body frame that is a little more muscular than most Konti and marred with scars. Her face is long and slender with high cheekbones, a slightly upturned nose and full lips. Her eyes are deep violet, mistaken often for a rick blue hue. Her skin and hair is alabaster white and iridescent scales shimmering blues and purples cover her forehead, neck and body. Her hands and toes are delicately webbed; all marking her for one of the woman of Mura. A My Personality Irelia is a thoughtful woman – she is rarely rash in action and words, considering everything she does and says when the opportunity is afforded her. She is soft-spoke and gentle; movement is deliberate and precise. Her expressions are unschooled and she wears her emotions on her face, never knowing anything different. She has a fascination with beauty, especially movement: dancing, fighting, running, movement as a whole is beautiful to her. She enjoys reading, especially stories of heroism. And of course she loves music, loves creating it and the solace found in its embrace. She is a naturally curious and driven to pursue oddities that catch her attention. Irelia is an observant woman. She is rather intelligent, with a well-honed insight and intuition. She was not slow on realizing that her behaviors and mannerisms were different than those around her, nor that she was wholly inept at certain skills expected of her. Unfortunately, this also means that she knows she’s sick - and worse yet – that her malady is one of the mind. Irelia fully understands that she isn’t entirely sane, but she believes that unlocking the secrets of her past will cure her sickness. Simply put: Irelia both craves society and is scared of it. She wants to reach out to people, to speak and touch and love and understand. Desperately she wants to know and be known, to form friendships and loves and family, to have a life outside of herself. When this happens, however, she becomes unstable – given to fits of madness, agitation, and mood swings. She simply can’t grow close to someone without pushing them away– it is without conscious thought or effort that she does this. So while she craves that intimacy with people, she is, ultimately, terrified of it on some deep, instinctual level. Not only is she not capable of overcoming this mechanism, she isn’t even aware it is there. All she knows is that she is responsible for the inevitable abandonment of any relationships she forms with others. This awareness has created a deeper chasm between her and the world and so in spite of her deep desire to connect she will avoid friendships. Her social skills aren’t just limited by her ability to connect to people, however. Irelia had to be taught – recently – what was acceptable and appropriate in society and what was considered impolite or improper. She still struggles sometimes and her lack of experience can lead her into awkward situations. Furthermore, her instructions and teachings can be evident at times, especially when she’s confronted with a situation she doesn’t know how to handle. Social interactions do not come naturally to her, and her struggle is obvious at times. If she is completely at a lost for what to do she will simply do nothing. Irelia has a strange fascination with violence. She can be cruel, oft times without realizing it (though just as easily intentionally). She can become easily agitated and aggressive, and she’s prone to episodes of apathy and depression. At times she is absent-minded and has a hard time paying attention –partly this is because she is plagued by nightmares and has difficulty sleeping, and partly it is because, mentally, she becomes disconnected with the world around her. The most central part of Irelia – the thing that haunts her, that drives her, that utterly consumes her – is her missing memories. Without them she feels bereft; robbed of her potential to move beyond her madness. She doesn’t know who she is without them and she’s desperate to discover the woman she was before she woke in Mura. A My History Slowly, hesitatingly, pale lids flickered and opened slowly. Blearily images began to form in the painfully bright light, bursting when she blinked to reform again. The brightness was painful, and she closed her eyes against the pain. Clinging cobwebs from a barely remembered dream - a nightmare - were fading rapidly as lucidity returned. She opened her eyes a little at a time, trying to readjust to the blinding light. As she accomplished this the woman looked around, faced with unfamiliar surroundings: white walls and the white bed she slept in. The woman panicked. She tried to stand, but her legs were weak and sore, shaking so badly she had to use the bed for support. Slowly, ever so slowly, she crossed the room, using the bed and then the wall for aid as her feet stepped on the cold floor. Fingers stiff and sore worked the door until it opened, and out into a long white hall she stepped, always leaning on the wall. Her legs shook more, and muscle pain began to set in. The woman followed the fall, leaning against the wall as she walked. She came to another room and looked inside, finding a pale and lovely woman with long, white hair and covered in scales feeding a man. The woman looked up from her task and saw her, her blue eyes abruptly going wide. The woman put the food down and ran to her side. "We-we didn't think you'd wake up. I mean, what are you doing up?" The woman came to her side and helped her away from the wall. 'She must be stronger than she looked' was the vague, outside thought from the part of her mind that observed. The rest of the mind was devoted to thinking, remembering, recalling. "Where am I?" She asked, her throat sore and raw, her voice raspy from disuse. The effort to speak was painful, but the fear drove her on. The stark, unknowing fear. "The Opal Clinic, dear. Come with me, we'll get you in bed again." The woman resisted her gentle but insistent pulling. Instead her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity and she gave voice to her fears. "Who am I?" Irelia woke in the Opal Clinic with no memory of her past. She had skills and knowledge she never remembered learning, scars that marked wounds she never received. The women could only tell her so much: a man had brought her to them one night a year ago. He left no name of himself or who he was, and had only given them her name - Irelia Elladen. He had left just as quickly, eluding their questions the whole time he had been there and he had never returned since. They had no idea where she came from or who she was other than her name and whenever they questioned her, Irelia often reacted badly. She had trouble sleeping and would fly into spontaneous hysteria unexpectedly. And then, only shortly after her arrival, Irelia slipped into a catatonic sleep and could not be roused but not before the women of the Opal Order made their assessments. The healers suspected that Irelia's malady was of the mind, that madness clung to the deep recess even now. When she had slept they believed it unlikely that she would ever wake, clearly suffering from abuse to her psyche. They housed her in the clinic and had been ready to move her to another home only a few weeks before she woke. Irelia had to be introduced into Konti society, and though the women were welcoming Irelia felt uncomfortable. While in Mura she stayed with an adoptive family and though they tried to make her part of the family Irelia pushed them away, always feeling disconnected from them. Always feeling that if she came to love them she would hurt them. She never grew comfortable around other Konti women as they became a stark reminder of how different she was from them. Irelia often left to be on her own instead, seeking solace in solitude and, eventually, a mandolin. Irelia found her only true peace was while she played the instrument, and quickly showed aptitude for it. She frequently brought one with her on her outings and would play for hours. It was the only times she ever fully felt content and freed from the aching need to know who she is. Instead she could simply embrace the music and drift away from her concerns, at least for a few hours. In her time among the Konti, Irelia also learned how to use the suvai. Another pass time she enjoyed (though not as much as playing the mandolin) Irelia would practice with the weapons as well. But no matter what comforts she sought, she was always conflicted and battled too many compulsions to stay in Mura. The Isle would never be her home, and she would never know peace until she knew the truth. Irelia left only after a few years, yearning to unlock the secrets of her past and who she once was. Secret : Irelia was born slave to an enslaved Konti woman named Klarys Elladen. Immediately upon her birth she became the property of Jahad Blackwind, the leader of a small rogue clan comprised mostly of exiled Drykas. Jahad was the ruler of all the pavilions in his clan, the undisputed King. What he did to earn his banishment no one really knew though it was rumored that he had killed another’s Strider. He was a hard, brutal man and ruled with an iron fist. Her life as a slave was fairly mild, at least in her youth. As a Konti slave she was highly valuable and young besides, thus escaping the abuse other slaves suffered. Including Klarys. Although it was not often, Klarys suffered from the rages of Jahad, especially if her words were not words he wanted to hear. Irelia had seen much of her mother’s beatings: a silent, sad bastion of innocence exposed to inhuman brutality. And once the violence ended, Irelia would steal to her mother’s side, providing small comforts. When Irelia was five, however, her mother tragically died while pregnant a second time. She had finally succumbed to the abuse and ill-treatment that plagued her life, her delicate psyche overwhelmed and ultimately killing her. From that moment on Irelia became Jahad’s new slave adviser, special bred to assist him. At first he was the very image of propriety and fatherly patience, waiting for her to overcome her obvious fears and hesitations. A childhood instilled with terror of this man was no something easily overcame, however, and Jahad eventually lost his patience. When she did respond fast enough, or said something he didn’t like, he hurled obscenities at her or would simply hit her. Already scared out of her wits of the man, his attempt to persuade her through abuse had an often undesired effect; most often Irelia would simply close up. Eventually that became her response to his assaults. She would enter a catatonic state that would last – at first – for hours, but as the years waned could go on for days at a time. Most would not put up with such a difficult slave. But when Jahad could coax Irelia to speak, she proved to be an invaluable asset. The Konti girl’s innate ability was insight into a person’s very character. She saw them as they saw themselves, whether it be a charming scoundrel or soiled soldier. For her part, Irelia began to internalize the deaths and punishments to those she spoke of, for it was her words that damned them. She had even tried lying, but Jahad had somehow found her out and had punished her so severely that she never thought to do so again. Even if it were at the expense of another. And Irelia came to hate herself. When Irelia reached the age of sexual maturity for her race, Jahad had begun to send Irelia as a sort of reward to the men who pleased him. It was a win-win situation, for it created competition and contest among his men to appease Jahad, and the clan leader hoped one of them would sire a daughter on her. It was Jahad’s wish that Irelia would survive a pregnancy, as she was becoming steadily more unstable and unreliable. There were many men loyal to Jahad and his ideas, though none more so than his brother Darik. But Darik witnessed as his brother changed, how power had corrupted Jahad and warped his principles. Jahad had always been hard, but he hadn’t ever reveled in violence. He hadn’t killed simply to kill. Darik watched his brother change, harboring secret suspicions and concerns. As the years went by he became the voice of dissonance and lost favor with Jahad. Darik had begun to think that it was time for him to leave the clan. It so happen that Darik did leave after a violent altercation with his brother, but not alone. Darik stole Irelia from Jahad, his very valuable slave who could give him more Konti. It had been his intentions to sell her, or perhaps keep her himself. As the days passed Darik had a first-hand look at the damaging affect the Jahad’s abuse had on her gentle psyche and he realized the extent of her madness. Irelia was too unstable to ever turn a profit, ranging from catatonic silences to night terrors and insensible screaming fits. And rather than simply snuffing out her life, Darik felt an odd sort of empathy for her, as her madness had been caused by Jahad. Instead he traveled with her to Mura so that she may be among her own kind and that they could heal Irelia of her malady. He left the deranged Konti with the Opal Order, providing little details of her and none of himself. And once she was safely settled he left, never returning. Unfortunately Irelia became catatonic shortly after her arrival, which (granted) was usual for her, only this time she would not be rouse from it. Days turned to weeks and weeks to months but they couldn’t bring her back to the outside world. It was the longest time she had ever been in it, and many members had become convinced that she would never wake again. It was a year later when she awoke with no memory of her past. Inevitably she had questions: who was she? Where did she come from? Where was she now? But the Order could only give her some answers. Instead the Konti women tried to encourage Irelia to focus on her introductory into life on the White Isle. But Irelia was marked by her past regardless of her remembrance of it, and in spite of their and her efforts she never really became a part of them. She had proven to be too unstable, her madness always lurking in the deep recesses of her mind. A   Skills Skill Source Exp Proficiency Instrument: Mandolin SP 30 Competent Weapon: Suvai SP 20 Novice Fortune Telling RB 10 Novice   Lore Kontinese Culture Lore of Kontinese Songs   Languages Kontinese(Fluent) Common (Basic) Pavi (Poor) Only under duress will she speak a smattering of Pavi, though she can vaguely understand it.   Konti Abilities Character Insight With intense eye contact Irelia gleams a small understanding of the type of person they think they are. This does not necessarily mean that she immediately knows what type of person they are – rather she sees them as they see themselves, which is by no means very perfect. Underwater breathing   Gnosis and Religion Gnosis forthcoming Religion Irelia was taught about the deities Laviku, Avalis and Rak'keli by her adopted family, and though she respects them she doesn’t revere them as much as her adoptive sisters had.   Ledger 600gm (cash in house) A Possessions   Starting Package Set of Clothing (cloak/coat & footwear included) 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) Food for a week or 1 bottle of embalming fluid (for Nuits) 1 eating knife Flint & Steel   Heirloom The mandolin she became attached to in Mura. A Threads Forthcoming