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Age 26, born on the fifth day of Spring, 489. Sex Female. Height 5'7. Weight 140lbs. Place of Birth Taloba, Falyndar. Current Location: Riverfall. Languages Spoken
Fluent: Myrian Basic: Common
Physical Description
The result of an unlikely mating, Ayatah's build and physical appearance shows the amalgamation of Myrian and Eypharian genetics. She is tall and strong like her maternal parentage, but with the delicate build of her father's people. Her creamy olive skin glowers very slightly in direct sunlight, and this particular trait is one that Ayatah - for the longest time - detested of herself. She has eyes of a deep brown colour, looking black in poor lighting. Her hair is long - it falls just below her shoulderblades - and equally as dark as her eyes. If she was asked, Ayatah would claim that her favourite trait about herself are her full lips.
Ayatah will usually clothe herself in simple cotton, though sometimes in elaborately dyed dresses with intricate necklines, though these are usually saved for special occasions. If she adventures on a hunt, leather armour suffices for her. Since moving to Zeltiva, Ayatah has begun to wear shoes - a fairly big deal for a Myrian. Overtime, her wardrobe in general has become more and more 'cultured' (a word she detests - are Myrians not cultured?!), in order to fit in and be more socially accepted in the scholarly city of Zeltiva.
Her appearance is pleasant to look upon, that much she knows. Like the Eypharians that she has grown to distrust and dislike, Ayatah has inherited those somewhat seductive pheromones. This means that men tend to give her at least a second glance, if not a third. When she was younger, she would hugely enjoy this benefit, fluttering her eyelashes and flashing a coy smile to make the boys run after her. Now, however, her interest in the opposite sex has dwindled, to give way to a new dedication to her future -- wherever it may lead.
Piercings
- Both ear lobes in which she tends to wear simple earrings. - A daith piercing on her left ear in which she wears a small black loop - A nape, which she wears the same silver studs with which she was pierced originally.
Tattoos
- A small black double-bladed dagger that lies right across her navel. The central hilt is solid black, save for a tiny 'A' that is inked in white. The blades are curved slightly; one facing upwards and one downwards. This tattoo matches a weapon she once owned. - Her gnosis mark is a complicated swirl right on the back of her neck, about the size of her fist. The strange colours and pattern pulses slightly, which has been known to unnerve some folk. - A long, thin arrow that shoots upwards on her right side. The quill starts beside her hipbone, the point of the arrow ending just beside her breast. Ayatah decided to have this tattoo after finishing her three-year service with the Myrian army. - A set of three tiny bones: one on the lower digit of her left thumb, a small fraction of her right collar bone, and an equally small fraction of her right rib. These three miniature tattoos are a family tradition; bones literally scattered on her body - One small gladius on the left hip bone. This tattoo in particular is incredibly private to Ayatah, symbolising someone who still means a great deal to her.
Scars & Marks
- Three now-faint claw marks that cut straight across her stomach diagonally. These scars are from a tiger she once assisted a fellow Myrian in killing.
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Psychology Having been brought up by her mother and the Scattered Bones clan, the Myrian lifestyle and culture was the only one that Ayatah knew for the entirety of her childhood. She knew nothing of Eypharians whilst growing up, save for the usual prejudices and hostility that Myrians generally feel about outsiders.
As a child, Ayatah tried to ignore her paternal heritage with infantile stubbornness. She spent the majority of her childhood convincing others that she was as Myrian as the next child -- but she failed even to persuade herself. There was something different about her, and not just her long, tangly limbs or gilded skin. Her mentality was also different. Yes, she was fierce, and aggressive, like all good Myrian children. But at times her fierceness seemed to be dedicated to finding answers, and not serving Myri. Such a mind set did not go unnoticed; her peers and teachers despised her, and her clan mates fretted that her desperate questions made her even more of a target than simply being half-blood.
During her adolescence, Ayatah continued to be driven by a desire to learn and have her many questions answered. But years of rejection by her fellows had taught her an important lessons; she was her own favourite teacher. And so she turned to books; works of history, fiction, poems and even books for children. All quenched her thirst for the knowledge that she could not find within Falynder. With her curiosity finally satiated, Ayatah could turn her full attention to the Myrian-esque lessons of her teenage years. Though the majority of her peers were still hostile, at least now Ayatah was not doing anything to be inherently despised -- other than being half-Eypharian, of course.
Ayatah dedicated three years to serve her Goddess-Queen Myri between 506AV-509AV. As with all new recruits, that first year was the most gruelling, exhausting year of Ayatah's young life. The teasing of her childhood seemed almost pleasant compared to the verbal and physical abuse received in her military career. Her battle prowess - whilst lacking the beastile strength of a pure Myrian - was stealthy and quick. She was easily overpowered, but not easily caught. After her three years of service, Ayatah received her gnosis mark from the Goddess-Queen in a ceremony that not only proved her dedication to her maternal race, but also proved to many, many individuals (Ayatah included) that she was, indeed, a daughter of Myri.
But Myri is not the only deity Ayatah pays homage to. Although she loves the Goddess-Queen for all she has done for Ayatah's mother's people, her relationship with the Goddess is one of duty and responsibility. She has to love Myri, in order to be a Myrian. She kills in Myri's name, but does not live for Myri. The Goddess Eyris provides a better fit for Ayatah; as a child, she imagined herself standing beside the Goddess of Knowledge and the two of the sharing facts and stories like gossiping friends. Most recently, having acquired a small parakeet as a pet and friend, Ayatah has also been reading more about the God Eywaat as well.
As with all people, there is a lighter side to Ayatah. She enjoys to laugh - and those that tell jokes and stories are always high up in her favour. Fire dancing has also been a keen hobby of hers since she was a child. She is also incredibly passionate - and stubborn. As such, she will do what likes, but do so with great fervency. Loyalty and love are things that Ayatah does not give away easily -- though once you have 'earned' her favour, she will be devoted to you with unbelievable dedication.
History The Scattered Bones are headed by Ayatah's Great-Grandmother, Quinneth, currently aged 103 years. The woman is fiercely proud, and adored by all family members. The clan name came about some four hundred years ago, when a distant relative started the family trend of separating the bones of their victims and prey. The bones were traditionally buried ('scattered') around the nearby area, though now they might be taken back to the family home to be used in clothing, medicine or cooking. The compound of the Scattered Bones lies South-West of Taloba, attached to the city by a narrow path that is flecked with bones. Quinneth is a woman obsessed with tradition, and as such there are many rituals her clanmates go through.
Traditions of the Scattered Bones :
Birth Weapons: All female babies born to the clan are given a birth-weapon, chosen by the mother to represent her new daughter in some way. When the girl has grown, she can share this weapon with a close friend or lover to symbolise the unity of the Myrian people. Solo Hunt: When a Scattered Bones clanmate has turned 16, they go on their first solo hunt accompanied by two older relatives. There is one strict rule to this ceremony: the accompanying cousins or siblings cannot talk to the young hunter/-ress. When the young Myrian returns after a successful hunt, he or she receives their first tattoo. Travelling Bones: On the rare occasion that a clan member leaves the jungle, they are given a bone for good luck and fortune.
Paira of the Scattered bones tells the story of Ayatah's conception with a hint of humour and bitterness. The Eypharian that impregnated her was an arrogant, intrusive scholar that craved knowledge and geniusness. He travelled across the lands learning of the 'lesser races' - their language, trade and the like. The Myrian and Eypharian disliked each other upon sight, and the lack of a shared language between them meant that a friendship was impossible. Ayatah's conception was the only time the two of them stopped glowering at each other (at this point, Paira would wink and say something lewd about a man with four hands and many imaginative uses for said hands). When asked about why such an event came to happen, Paira will simply smile and shrug her shoulders: "Every woman has needs, and he simply had the necessary parts."
When Paira returned home, the obviousness of her pregnancy caused some raised eyebrows and questions. But fortunately, the head matriarch of her clan - her own Grandmother Quinneth - accepted Paira's pregnancy with a gentle smile and a single nod. Since then, Ayatah has been loved and adored by her family like every other, pure-blooded, child to follow her. Her mother partnered with a Myrian mate some eight years later, to give Ayatah a younger half-brother and -sister.
After her military service, Ayatah's years were spent doing whatever a good Myrian woman will do; working within the clan, hunting, killing, patrolling with the army. The djed storm, of course, changed all that. Ayatah was on patrol with her fang and close friend Tinnok (another half-breed; the two were firm friends almost immediately) when the storm hit the Flaynder jungle. Amongst the horror and pain, Ayatah suffered a miscarriage which then lead to her to withdraw into her own suffering. She began to dedicate her time working in the military infirmary, as if saving the lives of others would somehow compensate for the loss of her own child. The season and half that followed the storm saw Ayatah struggle, saddened, but eventually, she survived. Time healed her wounds (or began to, at least) and the relationships between her family, friends and lover began to heal as well. But her perception of the world had changed, and the jungle was no longer her comforting home, but a place of horror and loss.
She decided to leave Taloba, in order to chase her scholarly passions, but to also escape the hurt and anger that had haunted her time in Taloba. Ayatah left mid-Summer 512AV, and travelled across Cyphrus (stopping at Endrykas) to then continue to further Eastwards. She arrived in Zeltiva in Winter 512, and Ayatah set about joining the University to study Anthropology. Her reasoning behind this academic move varied depending on who asked the question; 'I needed somewhere to live', 'I've always like books', 'I want to know more about my Father'. The truth is a mixture of all answers -- though the latter is the hardest for her to admit.
As of Winter 515AV By far the two most life-altering changes Aya has experienced are her adopting her son Kuame, and conversing with her Eypharian Grandmother. Though Ayatah and Khatashi re Naphu did not entirely see to eye to eye, the old Eypharian woman managed to impart a lot of knowledge onto her granddaughter. Most surprisingly was the fact that the simple, single meeting of man and woman that resulted in Ayatah's conception was not, in fact, a single meeting at all. Instead her mother, who initially met her father after hiring him as a tutor, fell deeply and stupidly in love. Blind to each other's differences and cultural barriers, the then-young Paira of the Scattered Bones and Rashak re Naphu spent a blissful year together, which ended only when Paira, now pregnant with Ayatah, returned back to the jungle. Her visit was meant to be temporary, to share the good news with her family. But, for reasons still unknown to Ayatah, her mother did not return to her father in Riverfall, as they had intially planned. Instead, Paira remained in Taloba and Rashak, now separate from his family and lineage, seemingly disappeared.
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- Lore of Myrian Culture - Lore of Religion: Myri - Reflecting on Who You Are - Calling To Myri For Direction - The Scattered Bones Ceremony - Going After a Tiger's Prey - Breaking Tradition - Systematically Killing A Deer - Roseane is very aggressive - Keeping Focus is vital in combat - Being Surprised that you hit - Are You a Half Blood or Not? - Ignoring Pain to Counter an Attack - Sometimes You'll Fight Without A Weapon - Taloba Training: Nothing Can Prepare You - Herliz: Cruel But Constructive - Kidneys: The Sweet Spots - Can't Win 'Em All - Not All Myrians Are Vicious Bigots (Some Are Polite Bigots) - Small Birds Can Make Loud Noises - Big Birds Can Make Scary Noises - Kiwi Can Speak...Sort Of - Kiwi is a Sun Conure - Don't Take Kiwi's Cherries - Lisaelis Sees More than Most - Lore of Religion: Eywaat - Lowax: Matriarch of the Shorn Skulls - Zek: Father of Razkar - Razkar: Of the Shorn Skulls - The Savage Beauty of Scalp Cloaks - A Not so Mid-Life Crisis - Being Eypharian: Had to Come out Sometime - Mayla: Wields the Power of Bones - Aiding a Comrade on a Hunt - Razkar: A Man Who Knows What He Wants - Razkar: A Fierce Warrior - Doubting Your Blood - Playing a Guessing Game - Remembering the Good Ol' Days - The Deadly Beauty of Falyndar - Work AND Play - Focusing on the Hunt - Drawing out Your Quarry - The Pathetic Noise of a Dying Fawn - A Well Earned Roll in the Mud - More Than Just Carnal Pleasure - Ayatah and Razkar: A Match Match Made in Falyndar - Nuvro the Martial Association Trainer - Nuvro's Background - Juggling to Train Dual Wielding - Nuvro's Tenuous Trust - Nuvro's Advice: "It takes chimes to end a life, but years to deal with it." - Quinneth: Cool Old Lady - You Are A Night Child - Lore: Leth - Eypharian and Myrian in One Soul - For Clan and For Myri - Accepting and Changing - Even Gods Sacrifice For Love - The Wisdom of the Old, and of Leth - Easier To Endure, But Not Easy - The Benefits Of Brutal Training - Punctuality: Not Just A Word In Taloba - Lions Against Lambs - Sacrificing Speed For Reach - Accepting Pain And Returning It - Victory Or Defeat: Only The Fight Matters - Dagger Fighting: Get In Close - Don't Stop Until The Enemy's Down - Bending Over – It Works - Daily Chores of the Shorn Skulls - The Importance of Sharing Weapons - Keeping the Family’s Approval - Mayura, Telio, Hurax & Urap: Not Easily Impressed - Longbow Vs Shortbow: The Pull - Shortbows – Great for Hunting - Not Everyone Likes a Half Blood - Kisses Make it Better - Lying isn’t an Option with Family - Gladius: Thrusting, Blocking, and Care - Children Aren’t so Bad - Razkar: Heritage Doesn’t Matter - Dinner Rites of the Shorn Skulls - Bennik: Positives And Negatives - Tinnok: Half-Snake, Full-Friend - Knowing A Good Comeback - Not Easy, Being A Male... In Falyndar - Don't Push Too Hard - Crotch Shots: Always Fun For Payback - Bennik: Credit Where Credit's Due - Mysterious Bounty - Remember, You Are Mortal... - Analyzing The Evidence - Better With A Blade - Battle: About Survival, Not Victory - The Sadism Of The Dhani - United In Rejection - Diversions: Look One Place, Get Hit In Another - Dhani: Perfect Predators - In Battle, Prejudices Vanish And War Is Waged As One - The Taste Of Vengeance - What Were They Really After...? - Trophies And Spoils: The Upside Of Battle - The Motive Revealed - Revenge Worth Waiting For - A Night In Silence, Remembrance and (Fleeting) Acceptance - LoreThe Red Blades Clan - Shedding Your Own Blood - Falyndar: Hungry Jungle - Makings Of An Ambush - Princess In The Mud - Chaos And Slaughter - The Frustration Of An Armored Opponent - Wear The Bastard Down - Harder To Kill When It's A Person, Not An Enemy - The Horrible Fascination Of Point-Blank Death - Darium Wordling the Anthropology Professor - University of Zeltiva: Professor Wordling's Office - Darium Wordling's History - Darium Wordling's Personality: Eypharian Wannabe - Darium's Eypharian Longing: Hashae re Naphu - Book: Eypharian Culture and Society - Eypharian Origin Story: Eypha and Royet - Eypharian Social Structure - Eypharian Leader: Pressorah Bashti - Lore: Healer's Lodge, Taloba Barracks - The Djed Storm: An Unknowable Horror - We Must All Be More Than What We Are - Seeing Faults As A Challenge - Lore: Nettle Water - The Importance Of Clean Wounds - Tying A Tourniquet - Fear Masked As Anger - Numbing The Wound With Cold Water - "Nerves": Not Just For The Nervous - Soft Moss: For Packing Wounds - Always More To Do... - Razkar: Difficult to be Mad at - Tiny Terror: A Deadly Plant - The Joys of Your Family - Sympathy for a Sloth - Damn, He's Jacked - That's my Man - Revealing Everything - The Beauty of the One You Love - Dancing Around a Simple Word - Really Appreciating that Tiger Pelt - The Story of the Hunt: Re-told - Fight the Break of Dawn..err Syna - Caught Red Handed - But What Lays Ahead? - Trying a Test of Love - Is There Any Use for the Blind? - A Myrian Losing Heart - The Lingering Pain of the Djed Storm - The Inevitable Loss of Live in the Jungle - Sterilizing a Wound - Keeping Your Patient Distracted - Losing a Clan mate - A Myrian Never Takes The First Price - Shesha: Small And Untrustworthy - Upping The Ante - An Odd One - Lying Doesn't Always Work - Shesha: Magic Eyes And Burning Hands - The Black Eyes: Mages And Seers - Myrians Don't Brag (They Don't Need To) - Conception Of Convenience - Men And Children: Pretty Much The Same - Don't Rely On Magic (Or Getting Close) - Weapons: Only Able Or Unable - The Blade Speaks Of The Past, And A Clan - All Are Of Use To The Goddess-Queen - Dancing tales of one's own ancestry - Acquaintance: Ricky - Acquaintance: Keira, young and naive - Rather Stupid Than Shiny - A Familiar Perspective - A Proper Stance For Knife-Fighting - Dancing And Dodging: Close Enough - Don't Leave Yourself Open - Double-Bladed Dagger: Half The Dexterity - Honor In Victory - The Lonely Childhood Of Half-Breeds - Words Can Hurt More - Half-Breeds United - Sparring And Speaking Simultaneously - The Upper Hand (Or The Hand Left Standing) - Deception: Tricksy, But Very Effective... - Pain And Laughter: Myrian Bonding - Myrians: Raising Warriors Regardless - Don't Overstep Your Skills - Fight Is Hardest At The End - New Bonds - The Harrowing Effects of the Storm - Haunting Memories of Lost Comrades - Desperation Born of Fear - Gunser of the Toxic Arrow - The Eyes of a True Snake - Calculating Eypharian Anger - Becoming a Field Medic - Not Hoping for the Best - An Ocean Of Pain, With No Land In Sight - Tinnok: Shelter From The Storm - Never Come Empty-Handed - So Hard To Find The Words - The Truth Shall Set You Free (Maybe) - The Story Of The Cave - Dreaming Of Distant Lands - Friendship Means Honesty With Fear Of Judgement - The Relief Of Shared Secrets - Men: Useful Dicks, But Dicks Nonetheless... - Girl Time Among Myrians - The Oceans of Zeltiva vs. The Kandukta Basin of Falyndar - Witnessing in Some Part....Murder - Underestimation is powerful - Acrobatics it awareness of your body - Doctor Lefting: Smart But Garbled - Myrians In Literature: Not Exactly Flattering - Doctor Lefting: A Pure Passion For Books - Myrians: Not Ones For Reading, But There Are Exceptions... - Race: A Funny Thing (Just Not Ha-Ha Funny) - Doctor Lefting: Perceptive And Rambling - Lore: Semhu, Eypharian theatre? - Senhu: As Much Dance As It Is Song (Even If It Is Insulting) - Lore: Eypharian Language, Condensed And Fluid - Common Ground In Literature - Lore: Marilyn Dorset, Mistress Of The Tomes - Lore: Eyris, Gnora and Qalaya, The Stone Guardians - The Similarities Between Street And Jungle - Venerable Tomes: Reeking Of Age, Dust And Wisdom - Lore: Matsuki, The Rain Bringer - Eypharians: Disdaining Everyone Equally - Lore: Epyharian Saying, 'Everyone dances their own Two Sisters.' - Changing The Words (Or Just A Little Bit) - Learning Language Through Immersion (And Gossip) - The Predictability Of Bigotry - A Good Plan Is A Good Plan (No Matter Who Has It) - Villains Always Appear As Heroes - Valo: A Marked Change - The Strength of the Jungle - Creating the Perfect Fire - Fearing Forefather’s Land - The Path from Talboa to Zeltiva - The Reaver and the Reader - Reasons for Pilgrimage - Relief of the Final Morning - Quinneth: Doesn’t Miss Much - Razkar: “Man-friend” - The Sudden Death of Infection - The Trading Square: Chaos - Eypharian Silk: Beautiful but Off-Limits - Tailoring Negotiations to Known Soft Points - Killing Field: Attacked by Plantlife - Pushing Back Negative Thoughts - The Burn of Lethshine and Regret - The Threat of Humiliating Nicknames - Tinnok: Losing Her Support?- - When to Leave Zeltiva - The Hard Farewell to Friends - The Seduction of the Dance - Reading Whilst Hungover is not Fun - Children: Lock the Door - The First Steps Away From Home - Eypharians: Well-Endowed-in-the-Arm-Department - Common Word: Eypharian - Crime: Disrespecting a Book - Multiple Arms Means Multiple Weapons - A Prayer to Eyris: Seeking Knowledge - The Difficulty of Learning a New Language - Common: Nothing Like Myrian - Quinneth: A Patient Teacher - Cinnamon, not Sinnamon - Phrase: "Hello, how are you?" - Writing: The Common Alphabet - Location: The Kelp Bar - Flute: Music of a Different Sort - Rhetoric: Creative Nicknames - Storytelling: Where I'm From, Where I'm Going - Anthropology: Taloban Entertainment vs. Zeltivan Entertainment - Anthropology: A Bard Is A Musician - Anthropology: An Exchange Of Games - Kelp Beer: Bitter, Bland, Blehk - Observational Insight: Signs of A Dampened Spirit - Siral: Plays the Flute - Siral: A Very Animated Speaker - Siral: Plays In Honor of His Mother - Siral: Typical By Definition Is Dull - Siral: Attracted To Men And Women - Moral Conviction: Who I Am - Social Nuance: Myrian Style Dance vs. Zeltivan Style Dance - Social Nuance: The Challenges of Half-breeds - Dancing Style: Fire Dancing With Ribbons - Kayliegh: Half-Vantha, Half-Benshira - Kayliegh: Fire Dancer - Kayliegh: From Avanthal - Nuada: Kayliegh’s Dog - The Burden of Prejudice - Anthropology: Studying Common Accents - Anthropology: Comparing Myrian Dialect to Common Dialect - Acting: Impersonating A Zeltivan Accent - Acting: High Born Lady Persona - Cosmetology: Grooming One’s Hair To Be Neat and Tidy - Social Study: Becoming A Classy Zeltivan Lady - Observational Insight: Signs of Derision - Natalie: Associate of Yvette’s Dresses - Yvette: Proprietor of Yvette’s Dresses - Negotiation: Haggling Over Quality Clothing - Balm for Insomnia: A Stroll In Leth’s Light - Leth: God of the Moon and Self-Reflection - Leth: A Guide Amid The Darkness - Valanir: Silver Eyed Stranger - On the merits of thievery… - Cosmetology: The Myrian Bun - Halin’a: Martial Student - Halin’a: A Prostitute - Halin’a: A Quick Learner - Halin’a: Is An Ethaefal - Tactics: Structuring A Combat Lesson - Dagger: Reverse Grip Lunge - Weaponry: The Nature of a Scimitar - Rhetoric: Sailor Puns - Observational Insight: Assessing The Strength of An Offensive Stance - Acrobatics: Right Sidestep Evasion - Acrobatics: Rolling Crouch - Hand-to-Hand Principle: Move With Your Attacks - Hand-to-Hand Principle: Escaping An Assailant From Behind - Nuvro Browning: His Tales, His Travels - Dual Wielding Principle: Using Both Hands In Combat - Dual Wielding Principle: Alternate Offense and Defense With Blades - Dual Wielding Principle: Divide Attention Equally - Mary: Nursemaid of the Farson Home - Kuame: Myrian Orphan - Kuame: Bullied By Other Children - Philosophy: Be Who You Are - Medicine: The Many Uses of Myrian Salts - Medicine: Bandaging A Leg Wound - Aarias: Diamond Clan warrior - The differences between Drykas and Myrian customs - Drykas: the sanctity of Striders - Drykas: welcoming of well-behaved outsiders - The open emptiness of the Sea of Grass - Pavi: signs and words of greeting - Svenon Redgrass and his horses - Diplomacy: keeping up a polite front - Endrykas: ever-moving, ever-changing - Endrykas location: The Whetstone - Orkis Strongwind: a helpful Drykas - My Boss: Darium Wordling - Darium Wordling: Professor of Eypharian Studies - Darium Wordling: Biased, Stuffy, Ignorant - Semhu: Dance of the Eypharian People - Anthropological Study: Semhu vs. Fire Dancing - The Workings of a Brothel - Ethefael: Two Faced Children of the Sky - Zeltivan Child Care: Minimal Violence - Teaching: Diagrams - Teaching: Analogies - Experiencing an Utter Lack of Purpose and Great Loss - Larsel: a Myrian/ Isur halfbreed - Isur: Short blue skinned people - Bestowing the Harsh Realities of a Life as a Half Breed among Myrians - Kuame: To Grow Away From Taloba - Kuame: A Forthright, Blunt Little Boy - Story: The Myrian Tiger - Storytelling: Stories Don’t Always Tell The Exact Truthler - Tactic: Train Like You Fight - Tactics: The Importance of Motion - Tatics: Assessing A Bigger Foe To Find Weaknesses - Acrobatics: Rolling Dive - Stealth: Basics of moving through water - Seduction: Distracting Tutwa - Tutwa: Remembers the past - Tutwa: Interested in travel - Tutwa: Good for one thing -Ayatah: Co-Leading a Fang - Politics: Myrians respect their own - Leadership: Knowing your groups strengths and weaknesses - Organising a group of fighters - Leadership: Backing up your co-leader - Falda: A confident public speaker - Tactics: Battle group formations - Wilderness Survival: Moving through the jungle - Tracking: Akila Hounds - Medicine: Bandaging an open wound - Iyvess: A Race of Dhani - Tranaris Johnson: Seneschal to the Lord of Council - Richart Gracey: Administrator of the Sailor’s Guild - Lisaelis: The Sage of Zeltiva - Setrissakasovel: Chief of the Zeltivan Iyvess - Zeltivan guards wear heavy mail - Heavy armour is a bad idea in the hot jungle - Chosen as one of Zeltiva's ambassadors to the Iyvess - Enthene: a fellow ambassabor - The tradtion of gifting inscribed ancestors' bones - Giving Setrissakaovel an inscribed bone as a peace offering - Filo: An Odd Human Scholar Somehow Surviving In Taloba - The Mind's Eye: The Source of Barbarian Knowledge Amidst Taloba - Eypharians: Descended from the Union of a River Spirit and Human - Ekytol: The Desert Region Within Mizahar - Ahnatep: Eypharian City Within Ekytol that Survived the Valterrian - Eypharians: Can be Combat Oriented, Multipl Arms lending to Dual Wielding Practices - East Winds: A Noble Family Within Ahnatep - Bloodlines: An Important Aspect of Eypharian Culture - Eypharians: Capable of Possessing 4 or 6 Arms Depending on their Bloodlines - Eypharians Similar to Myrians in Several ways: Believing in Purity, Descended from Deities, Prideful - Eyris: Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge - Lykata: Gnosis Bestowed by Eyris, Giving the Bearer the Ability to Touch Objects and Discern Knowledge and Feelings From them. - Ayatah: Prefers solitude - The look of a Syliran Knight - Vurk: A man with claws - Location: Arena of Ancients - Arena of Ancients: Some rise, many fall - Zeltiva: The port city - Sunberth: A city without law - Location: The Psyche's Sanctum - Attending Therapy - Fighting the Two Halves of Yourself - Finding A Balance - Kuame: Worth All The Pain & Guilt - Dumping Old Memories For New Ones - Symenestra Reproduction Practices - Location: The Monstrous Menagerie - The Morality of Caging Another - Lucas Arias: More A Talker Than A Listener - The Social Stigma of Cannibalism - Hadrian Aelius: Teacher and Mentor - Hadrian Aelius: Younger Than Expected - Being Seasick - The Ancient Map of Darva
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Ledger - Starting Package: 33 Bikka / 99 GM + 500 GM for housing - 28GM, 3SM for initial purchases (see inventory) - 30 GM for Anthropology course - 50 GM as donation to Martial Association of Zeltiva + 3 GM for dancing - 9 GM (or 3 Bikka) from buying a book. - 45gm for poor living conditions, Spring 513AV - 40GM for a dress - 45GM for poor living conditions, Summer 514AV - 45GM for poor living conditions, Fall 514AV + 455GM for Fall 514AV wages - 135GM for common living conditions, Spring 515AV - 135GM for common living conditions, Summer 515AV + 1380GM for Summer 515AV wages - 1000GM for 1000 sq ft apartment in The Windswept Condos + 300GM for services to Zeltiva - 0GM for living condition, Fall 515AV (inactive) - 41GM 2SM for purchases on 8th Winter 515AV - 50GM for purchases on 20th Winter 515AV
- CURRENT TOTAL: 1006GM, 3SM 6CM.
Heirloom A double bladed dagger with a small 'A' engraved into the central hilt. It was made for Ayatah when she was born, part of a clan tradition that the women are giving a weapon of sorts that somehow represents them. Ayatah's own dagger was designed and chosen by her mother to represent the two races that created her daughter - Eypharian and Myrian. As part of yet another clan tradition, Ayatah gave the dagger to her lover, so it is no longer in her possession
Ayatah's dagger :
Education In Winter 512AV, Ayatah achieved a Certificate of Completion in Anthropology, from Zeltiva University.
Accommodation As of Summer 515AV, Aya has resided in the Windswept Condos
Employment As of Summer 515AV, Ayatah has been employed as an instructor at the School of Earth & Life Science, Riverfall. Wage: 15GM/day
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Name Tinnok, PC. First met1st of Spring, 496AV Last Seen35th Day of Summer 512AV Relationship Close Friend Description As a fellow half-breed, Tinnok was perhaps always going to be Ayatah's closest childhood friend. The two supported each other as youngsters, and as they matured so did their friendship. When Tinnok separated herself from Myrian culture, their meetings became less frequent but Aya remained dedicated and affectionate towards her long-term friend. There was nothing that could change this, not even when Aya realised that Tinnok's feelings towards Razkar extended beyond simple friendship. Though secure in her relationship and trusting of her friend, Aya could nevertheless help but wonder if her closest friend might be a more suitable match for the male than she was.
Name Razkar of the Shorn Skulls, PC. First met22nd Day of Fall, 509AV Last Seen39th Summer, 512AV Relationship Past lover Description Aya and Razkar's relationship was the epitome of Myrian romance: passionate, dedicated, and full of sweaty nights spent in the Falyndar jungle. However, their bond faltered slightly following the djed storm of 512, when both of them were suffering in silence and allowed their respective pains to drive a wedge between them. Thankfully, a bridge was built and the two made plans to leave the jungle temporarily, in order to escape from the memories and hurt that lingered there. After a mere few days in Riverfall, Ayatah left for Zeltiva and it would be the final time she saw her lover. The separation between them expanded years and many miles, and for quite some time Aya was heavily weighed down with guilt when she heard that Razkar had come to Zeltiva in search for her. After eluding his grasp, the half-Eypharian finally had to accept that their relationship had come to a final end. She still holds some affection for the male, however, and prays that he has found happiness in his life.
Kiwi the Sun Conure This small bird forced his way into Ayatah's life in Winter 512AV during her first year in Zeltiva by continually tapping on her bedroom window. Since then, the bird has become a close friend and confidante to her. Though his vocabulary is limited to only three Common words (cherries, no & apricot), he manages to make his feelings known by various squeals and squawks.
Name: Kuame (Kwah-may), NPC Age: 6 First Met13th Fall 514AV Date of Birth: 33rd Winter, 509AV Relationship: Adopted son, as of 31st Fall 514AV Race: Mixed: Benshira mother, Myrian father (unknown to Kuame) Bio Kuame knows nothing of his life beyond that of the orphanage, though he does feel, through some strange instinct, that he was not born there and is missing out on a happy childhood that many other children seem to have. His memory holds nothing of the woman who birthed him, or the man who helped in his creation, but he sees such faceless individuals often in his dreams. In truth, his mother was a desert woman: a Benshira. Kuame's paternal figure, in contrast, unites Ayatah and the child in a way completely unknown to them both; Tutwa of the Blooded Hands embraced the Desert-dweller only once, during his expedition of the lands outside Taloba that would only result in him high-tailing it back to Myri's kingdom shortly after Kuame's conception. It is this heritage - of the desert and the jungle - that gives Kuame an appearance that is somewhat similar to Ayatah's own, and is what initially attracted the two to each other.[/spoiler] Skills: Storytelling, 5. Drawing, 10. Running, 10.
Name Duron, PC First met13th of Summer, 515AV Relationship Friend, previous love interest Description Duron was the first male to catch Aya's eye since the termination of her relationship with Razkar. This was perhaps due to the tattoos on his face, making the Akalak more familiar to a woman who had been surrounded by Myrian males for the majority of her life. After a brief bout of training, the pair decided to better get to know each other, recognising an interested spark between them. However, Ayatah has yet to fully realise the side effects of Duron's Cerulean status. To an outsider of Riverfall, this puts her in a potentially dangerous situation.
Name Skyard Underwood, PC First met4th of Winter, 515AV Relationship Lover Description To say that Skyard attracted Ayatah's attention would be a gross understatement. In truth, the magnetic pull between them was something Ayatah had never experienced before. Unlike the other men in her life, Skyard was an anomaly: though a warrior in a certain sense, he looked utterly unlike her previous love interests. The physical contrasts between the Myrian and the Kelvic were innumerable, and yet in some ways they were perfectly suited. Since meeting him, Ayatah has felt deliriously happy and has believed the future she always wanted for herself - a husband, a family - was finally within her grasp.
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