Issima Firesong [WIP]

[Issima]

I ssima F iresong unlucky number seven I wanna dance the tango with chance I wanna ride on the wire 'Cause nothing gets done with dust in your gun And nobody respects a liar So goodbye for a while I'm off to explore every boundary and every door Yeah, I'm going north. Basic Information Race: Human (Drykas) Birthday: 35th Spring, 493 A.V. Gender: Female Physical Description Issima is petite, at least compared with the brothers who had hovered over her, standing only 5'3. Her frame is willowy and thin, never having quite developed the voluptuousness that seemed to attract some men. Her hair, appropriately long, is a dark brown that has a relaxed wave to it. She prefers it, most often, down, but sometimes wears it in the intricate braids of her people. She has hazel eyes that her father used to claim changed with the weather, and a smile that can warm others, endearing them to her. She is a pretty girl, if not sensual, more earthy than exotic. There is something almost wild, natural about her appearance. As far as markings, Issi has fewer than her closest cousins. A swirling, feminine vine begins atop her left food and wraps itself in a circular pattern upwards, around her ankle and higher still until it reaches the boning of her hip. A small wildflower is emblazoned, more recently, upon the flesh just belove the nape of her neck. Most people never see it, as her hair most frequently hides that, but it is a sentimental mark. The flower itself represents what had been her father's favorite, the same he had treated her to bunches of for much of her life. Character Concept Issima is incredibly kind, sometimes stubborn, and proud of her heritage. She'd be more likely to laugh at conflict, to shrug off difficulty. To take life as it comes, shrug off the hard things, and kind of go with the flow. She likes to laugh, and dance, and loves life in the grasslands. Her brightness is just a little bit overshadowed by the sadness she wants to work through. Character History Issima was the youngest of seven children, and the only daughter. Born of her father's old age, and the only child of a third wife who was, perhaps, most beloved of them all, Issima always held a special place in her father's heart. She grew up happily, enjoying the company of girl-cousins when her brothers were enough to drive her crazy, and being a favored child worked to her advantage as she neared marrying age. Her father was willing to put off the inevitable for a short while at her request, granting her a few more months of childhood before beginning the task of finding her a suitable husband. She was also able to convince him to shy away from a situation in which she, too, would be the third wife to an older man. Though it mirrored the situation in which her young, beautiful mother had found herself, Issima didn't want that for herself. She wanted a youthful husband, to be first wife, to be second to none in his affections. Her father had been entertaining appropriate suitors at the time of his death. Issima had opted to spend many weeks of the Spring visiting with a favorite cousin in the Firesong pavilion who had just delivered twins, helping the mother who already had three other children adjust. Mostly it was about companionship, though, and the last time Issima thought she would have the time and ability to while away such hours before she had more responsibility of her own. While she was her entire family was lost while traveling into Eyktol to trade in Ahnatep, and her place with her cousin became more permanent, the Ankal welcoming her to the pavilion. She was helpful, a hard-worker, and beloved amongst the family there, so it was no discomfort to accept her. For Issima, though, what was meant to be a short visit became something of a prison. It wasn't that she didn't love those around her, but her spirit felt broken, lost, out of place. She wanted solitude with which to deal with her grief and, mostly, escape. Issima convinced her Uncle to give her one year. She was hardly necessary in a pavilion full of women, and he had no real prospects for her marriage yet, and so she was permitted that. A year to live a nomadic lifestyle, to discover who she was, and who she wanted to be. Of late, she has had the desire to go North, to leave Endrykas and Cyphrus and see what else lies beyond the horizon. And I wanna know where children would go If they never learned to be cool 'Cause nothing's achieved when pushed up a sleeve So nobody thinks you're a fool So goodbye for a while I'm out to learn more about who I really was before Yeah, I'm going north. Training Riding -- 26 [Starting Package (16), Racial Bonus (10)] -- Competent Weaving -- 26 [Starting Package (26)] -- Competent Cooking -- 8 [Starting Package (8)] Arcana [None] Gnosis 1 Mark from Izurdin, Izentor [pending approval] Lore Drykas Knotwork Patterns Best Craftspeople in Endrykas Languages Fluent: Pavi Basic: Common Poor: Isur Equipment and Possessions 1 Set of Clothing [cloak/coat & footwear included] 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries, Food for a week, 1 eating knife, Flint & Steel 1 Cyphrus Strider, Aponi 1 Loom [pending HD ticket] Family Heirloom: XXX Ledger +100 gold [Starting Package] +500 gold [Shelter Cash-in] -150 gold for Cyphrus Strider -XXX gold for loom [pending HD ticket] Thread List Summer, 511 A.V. Up where the hunted hide with ease Under the arms of eyeless trees Up where the answers fall like leaves Oh, where your love is all I need Yeah, I'm going north. -Going North, by Missy Higgins