Einmana Ferðast Appearance Race: Ghost (Formally Mixed Inarta) ![]() Gender: Female Age: 20 (18 at death) Date of Birth: 12th of Spring, 495 AV Birthplace: Alleyway of Ravok Einmana is slightly tall, standing at 5'7" and without a lot of meat on her bones from growing up on the streets. Her hair, though normally braided for everyday activities whilst she was still living, remains wild and free from any type of restraint, like the flames it seemed to mimic in color. In life, her eyes were a warm hazel surrounded by soft lashes that beckoned to those of both genders. In death, however, they vary from morose and cold to blazing and determined, with nothing in between. Due to the compromising position of her death, Einmana wears nothing but a misty sheet that wraps around her waist, torso and one of her breasts. The only other thing that adorns her is a thick chain-link choker that seems to have neither an end nor a beginning. The female ghost can often be seen tugging on it as though it's bothering her greatly. Concept Einmana isn't sure if she was truly dead sometimes. She feels like she's alive as she wanders the alleyways in which she grew up in and the main roads. Her aimless walking hardly fazes the inhabitants of Ravok who know her, having been at it for over two years. Some will nod to her as she seemingly floats by, familiar with her in either death or her life. Others, on the other hand, seem absolutely terrified of her. She rarely pays attention to them, save a select few. Einmana holds an intense maternal instinct for the homeless children that sleep in her old apartment. She opened to any child looking for shelter at night, since she no longer has a real need for it. She stands watch over them every night and tries to help them in anyway she can. Often times, she attempts to either find them work in the docks or a family that is willing to care for them, though the latter are few and far between. She always seems to be looking for someone in each child that she guards, but has yet to find whoever it is. Regardless, her wards, known to the citizens as the Argent Children, refer to her as their Shrouded Angel. Calm and relatively intelligent, the silver woman is slow to anger and often patient with others, but certain behaviors set off an intense anger that sweeps through her entire form and often leaves her exhausted when she finally runs out of steam. Abuse, whether it be of children, women or power, throws her into such fits and drives her to do things she would come to regret, if she was still alive. After her death, however, her moral compass has become skewed. Although she seems to have a high moral sense when it comes to things she cares about, like her Argent Children, she distributes punishments to aggressors with no real care to what others may think. And then, there is the all encompassing need make her hair red once more. She can be heard muttering such words after a rage fit. Blood was red, but it didn't stay in her hair. It's bad now, white and cold. Surprising? No, not really. Never once did Einmana claim to be sane, as ghosts hardly are. He liked her hair. He liked to brush it. It was red and wavy and soft to the touch. But not anymore. Now it's cold and white and it needs to be red again. Maybe then He would come back, maybe she would be able to protect Him then. ![]() History Born in an alleyway of Ravok which would later become her home for the rest of her youngest years, Einmana watched as her sick mother died, giving birth to Him. Her mother was an Inarta and traveled often, but became somewhat sick after Einmana's birth and her health declined from there. They had lived in the alleyways, avoiding the Ebonstryfe and Black Sun. But her mother died, and Einmana was left with no papers, no money, and an newborn, when she was barely 5 herself. Thus ended her childhood. At her age, Einmana could only do so much to help provide for her brother and herself. She had to scavenge and find old milk for her brother to drink. It was a miserable existence. A few days after, while rummaging through the trash of a crumbling building, a kind, portly man seemed to take pity on the two a year later and promised a safe place and food if she would help out with his business. And thus, her employment at the House of Immortal Pleasures. At first, Einmana only did menial tasks, like washing the floor and taking out the trash. When she got older, she began to serve drinks to customers sitting in the lounge talking about various things, employment and conquests alike. Her real job, however didn't start until she was 15. Jacob Hollywell, who had become something of a father figure to the young girl, tasked one of the veteran girls with teaching her the ways of pleasure. A fast learner and adaptable to nearly anything, most likely due to her life on the streets, Einmana quickly became a sought-after member of the brothel. Her brother stayed out of the business, on the girl's request. He was taken in by one of the older girls, who had just lost her own baby to a bad set of lungs. As soon as he was weened, however, that girl started working again. Einmana refused to allow him to lose his childhood as much as she had. The only real interaction with the business was his insistence to brush her hair before every client. He loved her hair and would tenderly brush all the knots out of her hair with a skillful hand. Her brother found work at the docks, rather than the dark corruption of a brothel. It was hard work, but an honest living. He was strong and tan and, most importantly, happy. Because of this, so was Einmana. It was the brothel that killed her, in the end, or rather one of it's clientele. She didn't know why he did it, but Bawal Ratnik, a Paladin, slipped poison into a tea that he insisted she should at least take a sip of, she could use the break. Not that she knew the cup was laced. The concoction he used was slow acting and nearly tasteless. It wasn't until her vision began to blur as she lay with him upon her that Einmana knew something was wrong, and by then, it was too late. The last thing she saw as she drew breath was a smirk on the warrior's face and then she saw no more. She woke to see her body floating... sinking to the bottom of the Lake at dawn the next morning. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before opening them once more and making her way back to the main land. It had taken her a few days and once she reached her apartment, one she had bought when she acquired enough funds, her brother was gone, as though he had never been there at all. Einmana looks for him to this day. She wanders the streets caring for those she can and lamenting for her lost family. The money she saved was hidden in a small spot behind her apartment building, waiting for her brother to come and collect it. And so she wanders and searches. She needs to protect him, he needs to be safe. That's all she's ever wanted. Ledger
Common tounge Lores Lore of Intimate Acts Ravok City Layout Possessions 20x20 Apartment that is used by the Argent Children as a Safe Haven 100 gm - hidden behind her apartment building
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