Race: Kelvic (Swallow-tailed Kite)
Gender: Female
Age: Little over a year (appears 16-17)
Birthday: 45, Fall, 513 AV
Birthplace: Zeltiva
Bond: Unbonded
Spouse: Unattached
Appearance:
Human Form: Eshe is as lithe in human for as she is in bird form. Her thin stature doesn’t appear to be much, but given her bird form she’s much stronger than she looks. Her blond hair often falls across her shoulders to the middle of her back in light curls that she often plays with—especially when nervous. Her skin is pale given she either remains indoors or spends her days out in her bird form. Her eyes are the most striking feature, given their gold nature that carries over from her bird form.
Bird Form: Eshe in bird form is only a medium sized raptor. With a wingspan of four feet across and barely 17 ounces in weight, she fairly average in size all around for a swallow tailed kite. The feathers across her head are a snowy white, along with her belly and a stripe across the underside of her wings. The rest of her is covered in a solid glossy black, including her bill and her elongated forked tail feathers. Her eyes are a shade of gold that seems almost tinted with the slightest bit of red that carries over into her human form as well.
Character ConceptPassing Eshe in the street would probably result in the same way passing any stranger would. She doesn’t particularly stand out, much less try to. To most she is painfully shy and quiet, someone who prefers to be the wallflower rather than have attention directed upon her. It’s a rare instance indeed when she chooses to step out of her comfort zone to approach someone she doesn’t know.
For those who can get past the initial introductions however find they could easily have a friend for life. Eshe is a girl that is easily ruled by her emotions first before logic. Despite her obvious shy streak, she is a bright girl who would go to the ends of the Mizahar for someone she cares for—and question why later. In any given situation she will generally aim for the lighter side of things, though with a more quiet determination than over abundant energy.
However it is just as easy for her to become irrational with darker emotions. Broken trust is not something mended with her and very rare bouts of anger can leave her heaving without breath and throat sore from yelling. Worst yet she would rather bleed out than admit to the fact that fear drives her just as much as happiness. Eshe loathes any sort of major change in her life if it looks as if it could negatively impact her since her father’s death. In a roundabout way, it gives life to her shyness and why in her short life there are very few who know her personally.
In general her comfort zone is not something easily broached and she rare treads across that line unless thrown over it.
Character HistoryThere isn’t much Eshe remembers before her father’s death. She was only a few months old when it happened and most of her memories of her father are faded into a blur of a man that was generous and outgoing. She remembers loving him and crying with her mother for nights on end after his death, but the pieces that made him important to her were worn and barely pieced together into a man at all—much less her father.
His death affected her mother far worse. There were days where she would not get up out of bed, though those days are far more few and in-between. On good days her mother taught her what she could about her own profession, the health of mind and body through massage. For Eshe it was much harder to learn reading and writing first before the actual teaching of massage—that and being torn to stay grounded during the lessons, but she found she liked massage well enough to follow in her mother’s footsteps.
Recently however she found herself caught between a rock and a hard place. Her mother had gotten letter that her sister living in Syliras was ill. Her mother wished the two of them to head to Sylira as soon as possible—lest she leave Eshe alone in Zeltiva. Eshe however couldn’t help but shake the bad feeling if they left the city they wouldn’t return. Her father’s death rang in the back of her mind and as much as her mother wanted to her to accompany her, she couldn’t bring herself to follow.
Between an entirely strange city with strange people and supporting herself alone for the first time, she chose the lesser of the two evils—the one that would least push her across that comfort zone she desperately pretends isn’t there.
LanguageFluent Language: Common
Kelvic Language: Elaninae (Elanid Kite)
Basic Language: None
Poor Language: None
Possessions1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Wood)
-Brush (Wood)
-Soap
-Razor
-Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas
Heirloom: A simple lariat necklace with one end appearing to be in the shape of a feather.
HousingLocation: Zeltiva
House: A simple flat, roughly 20x20, includes a hearth, bunk, chest, chair, and table.