Satu Basic Information Race: Konti Born: 16th Day, Winter of 483 A.V. Age: 27 years Gender: Female Physical Description Satu’s skin is pale and her hair is white. Colored the blue of tropical ocean waters, her eyes have a distant, penetrating quality; often it appears as if she is looking further into a person than is right, or generally proper. Like all Konti women, the scaled patterning on her body is intricate and fine. At 5’8” Satu is statuesque and appears to have a dancer’s lithe, toned body. Smooth, milky skin envelops sleek muscle, and like the tides to the moon, her movements are fluid and graceful. Above her Heart Center, at her left breast lies the Lily Mark of Divination Satu received at birth from the Goddess Avalis. A gnosis mark from Sagallius, the Puppet God, appears as five black lines on the back of the Konti’s left hand. It is the gift of Cordas. Character Concept Avalis gifted Satu with a Gnosis Mark at birth, naming her Heart-Seer. As such, she is highly aware of the emotions of the people that surround her, but the ability is often double-edged. While it can be helpful to know what feelings are hidden in another’s heart, it can also impact the Seer’s moods positively or negatively. Strong emotions both good and ill tend to draw the Seer’s psyche. It is not unheard of for a Konti Heart-Seer, too long spent in another’s state of mind, to transfer those feelings to themselves. This gift can be psychologically detrimental to the Seer. The HeartSeer’s carefree and expressive childhood on Konti Isle could not have prepared Satu for the horrors that would ultimately destroy her mind and change her life’s direction. Kidnapped by the Golom Drainira, and subjected to shocking wickedness, Satu descended into madness. And in the jungles of Falyndar, the fierce and aggressive Myrians further assaulted her unbalanced Heart and wayward mind. Ultimately the fierce warriors retrained and toughened her. And after leaving them, Sagallius the Puppet god took notice of the unstable Konti and bestowed upon her the first mark of his favor, Cordas, after showing her a vision of the horrors of the old wars. Satu’s path became very clear in her mind… if the world was going to be safe once more from the petty squabbles of humans and men, it would have to be by her hand, and Sagallius’ direction. In her almost childlike devotion to the Puppet god, Satu was more innocent now than she had ever been, even after all of the bloodshed and trials she had been through. What Happened Before - Character History Mura was a place of great joy for Satu, in her younger years she could be found playing quietly in Laviku’s waters or in the streets of Mura, calling out to the market ladies for samples of their wares. The clean, flower-lined streets were impossibly beautiful and a constant source of happiness for a small girl. As a daughter of Avalis, she was trained with other girls her age in Divination and Fortune Telling. Satu had the ability to “see” a person’s emotions. The color of an emotion was fixed, but its vaporous hues clung to the body until one emotion altered into the next, a swirling miasma that surrounded and enveloped an individual. Living in peaceful Mura, Satu found it an easy task to manage the incoming emotions from others; she was rarely overwhelmed. Her mother, Jasmal was every bit the encouraging and loving mother one finds among the Konti. But Satu was also surrounded by numerous other women that assisted in her upbringing and education, allowing her to blossom into the serene, well-mannered and self confident Konti that she had become. Hers was a delightful and utterly uneventful childhood. Jasmal introduced young Satu to the study of dance, and the cadence of song, and of instrument. Dance spoke to her as nothing yet had and she felt the sea waves resonate in her form as she moved to the rhythmic strains. This was the path she believed was to be hers. But that was not to be. When the girl became old enough, she was invited to join suvai practice. She watched in awe as her more advanced Konti sisters moved with their weapons in graceful arcs about the room. And later when she received her first pair of suvai, their firm weight solid in her hands, Satu knew, these weapons of curved whale horn had touched her spirit and would change her life. The practice floor became filled with her movements. The failings and subsequent attempts to wield the blades rightly drove her to more practice. Training in the ancient forms was never complete and she entered every session knowing this. The task mistresses were never harsh, but pushed each student to excel in their own individual ways. Over time the weapons spoke inwardly to her, even in the midst of error. To Satu, this was not some crude battle training; this was art, the art of movement and clarity in the moment. And this was also dance. The suvai became her partner, and felt like her lover. The dance of the blade was exotic and hypnotic; wielding it allowed her to become something more. As the sailor merges with the boat upon the water for his wellbeing, so too did Satu merge with the suvai. Her divination talent at first became a barrier to learning the suvai, and weaponless self-defense. The emotions radiating off of her opponents staggered her, and still young, she would often cry at the brutality of it. At the gentle urging of her teachers, she learned that the emotions of others frequently gave her an edge, as they tended to betray a lunge, or strike, or a feint. She tried to read the emotions and use them to her advantage. During a duel, Satu endeavored to give no sign, nor signal that the strong emotions released by her opponent took a toll on her spirit. But afterwards, she would retire exhausted, depleted from more than a purely physical workout. It was easier to work her forms alone, especially since safety in Mura was never much of a concern to the peaceful Konti. Life was pleasant and moved at a lovely pace through the years. Though sometime after Satu’s twenty-sixth birthday, this feeling changed. It became difficult to go about her daily activities and the famed Konti serenity that she so cherished had vanished, only to be replaced by an unrest deep within. Only the physical activity of her weapons training seemed to make the unease stop for a time. The training acted as a meditation, an inward focus of her mind that she could not find elsewhere. Even at the school, her sweet Konti sisters irritated her unknowingly and she found herself recoiling from them. A visit to the Healers Temple brought discouraging news. "You hear the Call," is what they told her, old teeth and lips smiling with excitement. You hear the Call. Back in her room Satu paced the white stone floor, decidedly unexcited. There were only two reasons a Konti heard the Call, either it was time to acquire a mate or Avalis wanted to use her for some purpose. But Satu did not wish to leave! Stories of the outside world were plentiful and she wanted no experience of it firsthand. The people, it was told, were often uncivilized and rough, and cared not for beauty and harmony. Most likely they could not feel the sea in their veins, let alone hear it. Satu preferred never to venture into those lawless and unethical lands where injustice and indignities prevailed. Trying to ignore the Call, the Konti swam deeply in the ocean waters or trained intensely on the practice floor, but it was for naught. She had lost the meaning in normal activities. She searched for the path to become clear in her fortune telling shells daily, but with each toss of the little pink shells, the outcomes were obscure. Avalis’ plans were shrouded in mystery. Late one night she awoke, surprised. Tangled in the soft, billowy sheets of her bed a yearning filled her and she longed to be… elsewhere. Her heart beat firmly and her pale skin glowed in the gentle moonlight. Satu could ignore it no longer. She was Called. It was time to leave her beloved Mura. Speical Credit to Hex for Sparkle-tizing this photo |