Tanre

[Tanrea]

Name: Tanrea Race: Eypharian Age: 21 Birthday: 17th of Spring, 491 AV Birthplace: Ahnatept Gaze upon the face of ancient glory... Tanrea, like many of her people, has skin of olive, deep and rich like the blood of her ancestors which flow through her veins. The sun's of the desert linger still on her skin and cheeks, reflected in her light brown eyes and black hair whose long,straight locks flow to the middle of her back. When she can she wears rich shades of red, crimson and gold, and if she had the funds she would adorn herself in the ruby's and gems of her people. Though she has not these things now, in her mind she can see how she, a fair and noble Eypharian, should be adorned. She longs for the riches, the rings and bracelets of the nobles of her people, to adorn her six arms and her neck, but Tanre knows that for one such as her riches are not so easy to come by. Hands that should be fair and unmarred are instead blistered and callused, a reflection of her trade that calls her to work her hands in her craft. Eyes that shine bright with pride show also the wisdom of caution. Tanrea bathes as often as she can, and when available she uses scented soaps and perfumes. Makeup adorns her more often than not, a constant mask that she feels shows the real her. As with her clothing she prefers shades of red and gold, though she has been known to branch out to other colors if the mood strikes her. Within the mind of a noble race Strong would be a word that Tanrea would use to describe herself, for others it might be defiant. Some might say that her personality stems from the lines of the House of the East Wind, yet she claims no connections, blood or otherwise, to any such noble house. She is stubborn, unyielding, or at least she wishes to believe this to be true. Just as the river branches so does the facets of Tanrea's personality. Though she flows with a steadfast, forward momentum, there are times when she can be overcome with emotion. She can be flirtatious and shrewd, cold and uncaring, joyful and compassionate. There are many streams of emotions that all flow down to pull into the ocean that is her soul. What she shows is not always the truth. That mask of makeup and noble airs is at time just that, a mask to hide the true face that hides beneath. To call her withdrawn would be too strong of a description. Reserved toward strangers perhaps, but for those who grow close to her she might allow to sail upon her sea of true emotions. Footsteps in the sand... For one reason or another the fate of a young Tanrea was to be captured and bound to slavery at a young age of 10. Her time was harsh, difficult, and frightening to say the least. While the chains rattled and her feet burned from the fiery sands her mind would often be on her parents, born into a lower class and of common wealth. She would remember her mother's stories of their people, her father's pride in their noble heritage, yet to this day she cannot recall much else of her homeland. For whatever purpose Lhex saw fit to place the child upon another path. Not long after her capture she was sold to a man by the name of Tonreu Bolbres, a man who, for whatever reason, found interest in the six armed girl. As fate would have it he had been passing through on his way to the great University of Zeltiva, and for whatever reason felt inclined to purchase a slave to aid him. He was a hard master, though not cruel. Tanrea spent most of her time leading his pack animals as he road ahead. In each city that they stopped in her Master would purchase for her a separate room, and she always had enough to appease her starving belly. Tonreu was not overly kind. He was not gentle, or polite, but he was fair and Tanre liked him very much. It was in Zeltiva that she learned of his actual craft, a Magecrafter no less. The settled in the port city, and now instead of leading animals Tanrea would assist her Master by fetching tools, books and other such equipment. For 10 years she lived like this, not really a slave any longer but a helping hand to an aging man. From him she learned of Magecrafting and its subtle arts, though there were never any formal lessons. In fact her Master rarely spoke at all. An unspoken relationship had blossomed, and so when Tonreu passed away in the Fall of 512 AV Tanrea mourned for him. Taking her leave from the University, Tanre took with her just what Tonreu had left for her. A few gold Mizas, her work clothing, and a silver ring that had been his prized possession. Tanrea had never questioned him about it, or even asked the story behind it, but at his bidden she accepted it from him, and from that moment on has kept it on her person in a small pouch around her neck, always close to her heart. Voices in the wind Arumenic (Fluent) Common (Basic) My art, my passions Skill Points Proficiency Auristics 10 (+10SP) Novice Cosmology 5 (+10SP) Novice Magecrafting 30 (+10SP) Competent Glyphing 5 (+5SP) Novice Weapon (Dagger) 10 (+10RB) Novice Knowledge I seek Lore of Eypharian Culture Magecrafting: Structural Enhancements What little wealth I have Clothing: Article Color Fabric Condition Obtained From Simple Shirt Red Cotton Old SP Simple Pants Red Cotton Old SP Work Boots Black Leather Faded SP Cloak Red Cotton Used SP Backpack: Item Number Value Obtained From Eating Knife 1 N/A SP Flint and Steel 1 N/A SP Comb 1 N/A SP Brush 1 N/A SP Razor 1 N/A SP Jewelry: Type Gems Value Obtained From N/A N/A N/A N/A Cosmetics: Type Color Value Obtained From N/A N/A N/A N/A Soaps and Perfumes: Type Number Scent Value Obtained From N/A N/A N/A N/A N/A Ledger: Purchase Deposit Withdraw Remaining Starting Package +100 GM 100 GM Cash in Housing +500 GM 600 GM Heirloom A silver ring in a small pouch around her neck, a gift from her old master. 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