History-Pre-Creation:
"N-no! I'm not evil!"
"H-hey! Come back!"
"W-wait!"
"Please don't run away..."
Ethne, it means fire, but as a child, little Ethne was anything but a fire. Ethne is albino. There are not many albinos in this world, and many superstitious humans believe her to be some sort of evil demon, or a human possessed by an evil spirit. People fear her, and because of it, she was abandoned as a child by everyone except her parents. Her parents were the kindest people she ever knew, and her father would always tell her to stand up for herself. Her father taught her boxing, but sadly not soon after she began getting good at it, both her parents died. She is shy at first, and fearful of almost everyone she meets. Once she turned twelve, she carved her Shakuhachi, and into it she funneled all her feelings. Perhaps she would have become a complete recluse, if it weren't for a small animal, much like her.
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"Hey, what's this? Some old cloth?"
Ethne leaned down and picked the small thing on the ground up, and gasped as she examined it and found out that, not only was it an animal, but it was alive! Holding it close, she whispered to it.
"Ssshhhh, it's ok, I'll take care of you."
Holding it up, she looked at it and said.
"I'm Ethne, who are you?"
She nursed the Ferret back to health, and named him Fauzi. Ethne does not force Fauzi to stay with her, rather the ferret won't leave her alone. In Fauzi, Ethne confided everything, and though the ferret didn't understand what she was saying, he always listened. She began to come out more and more, though continuing to be shy around people. She decided to become a better, more powerful person, and began practicing boxing more seriously. She decided that, not only would she prove to the world that she was just as human as everyone else, but she would prove to be a better human than everyone else.
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"And stay down!"
Twelve year old Ethne stood over the bleeding form of a boy about a year older than herself. The kid nursed his broken nose, broken arm, and dislocated shoulder. Turning, he scampered back to two of his friends, who hadn't helped him when Ethne set upon him only moments ago. The boys had tried to 'do away' with Ethne because of the prejudice their parents had pounded into them. Ethne had swiftly shown them she wouldn't be broken. Her father had been a professional Boxer, and he had wanted Ethne to follow in his footsteps. She had learned enough to become a novice under his teaching before he died when she was ten. Being left alone, there was no one to stop those with judging eyes from targeting Ethne. So she decided that, rather than becoming a musician, she would become a boxer. She would convince all those she could into knowing that she was still human.
And those she couldn't convince, she would beat it into them.
Basic Information :
Name: Ethne
Gender: Female
Weight: 135 Lbs
Height: 4"10
Eyes: Red
Hair: White,
Skin: Pale
1 Language:(Fluent) Common
2 Language:(Fair) Isur
3 Language:(Poor) Tukant
Age: Appears 13(Born in the Fall of 498, AV.)
Appearance: At first glance, Ethne seems to be fragile. However, she is 135 LBs of pure muscle, big strength in a very small package. It is all simply hidden underneath her cloak and timid exterior. Her hair is long, and almost silvery. Her eyes, they are like dual pools of blood, swirling around two black holes that enter into the very soul of those of which she gazes upon.
Personality: Ethne is timid, and shy to almost everyone she meets. But she opens up quickly, and reveals a stubbornness that tends to stay hidden most of the time. She is very tender about complements, as she very rarely receives them, and is highly self-conscious of her appearance.
Skills:
Shakuhachi(music): 32 points.
Carving(woodworking): 9 points
Rhetoric: 2 points
Unarmed Combat(Boxing): 26 Points
Interrogation: 1 point
Points earned: none yet.
Possessions:
A woodcarving toolkit.
One Handmade, wooden Shakuhachi.
Her white dress.
Two three foot long strips of dirty cloth, she uses them to wrap around her hands and cover her bloody and bruised knuckles from her fights.
A crud sachel she made from a sack, in which she carries a small amount of various fruits, her money, her Shakuhachi, and her pet Fauzi.
Her family heirloom is a black cloak, marked with multiple different symbols. Each symbol is one of her family member's signature mark, she has yet to make her own onto it.
Pet: An Albino ferret she found. After nursing it back to health it wouldn't leave her side, she named him Fauzi.
Ledger: (Currently) 528 GMs, 6 SMs
Fall of 511, A.V.
-50 GMs for woodcarving toolkit.
-8 SM for average white dress.
-15 GMs for assorted fruits
-1 SM for a sack
-5 SM for woolen cloak
Winter of 511, A.V.
-5 GMs for living expenses.
+500 GMs for selling house.
Currently in Syliras
Gender: Female
Weight: 135 Lbs
Height: 4"10
Eyes: Red
Hair: White,
Skin: Pale
1 Language:(Fluent) Common
2 Language:(Fair) Isur
3 Language:(Poor) Tukant
Age: Appears 13(Born in the Fall of 498, AV.)
Appearance: At first glance, Ethne seems to be fragile. However, she is 135 LBs of pure muscle, big strength in a very small package. It is all simply hidden underneath her cloak and timid exterior. Her hair is long, and almost silvery. Her eyes, they are like dual pools of blood, swirling around two black holes that enter into the very soul of those of which she gazes upon.
Personality: Ethne is timid, and shy to almost everyone she meets. But she opens up quickly, and reveals a stubbornness that tends to stay hidden most of the time. She is very tender about complements, as she very rarely receives them, and is highly self-conscious of her appearance.
Skills:
Shakuhachi(music): 32 points.
Carving(woodworking): 9 points
Rhetoric: 2 points
Unarmed Combat(Boxing): 26 Points
Interrogation: 1 point
Points earned: none yet.
Possessions:
A woodcarving toolkit.
One Handmade, wooden Shakuhachi.
Her white dress.
Two three foot long strips of dirty cloth, she uses them to wrap around her hands and cover her bloody and bruised knuckles from her fights.
A crud sachel she made from a sack, in which she carries a small amount of various fruits, her money, her Shakuhachi, and her pet Fauzi.
Her family heirloom is a black cloak, marked with multiple different symbols. Each symbol is one of her family member's signature mark, she has yet to make her own onto it.
Pet: An Albino ferret she found. After nursing it back to health it wouldn't leave her side, she named him Fauzi.
Ledger: (Currently) 528 GMs, 6 SMs
Fall of 511, A.V.
-50 GMs for woodcarving toolkit.
-8 SM for average white dress.
-15 GMs for assorted fruits
-1 SM for a sack
-5 SM for woolen cloak
Winter of 511, A.V.
-5 GMs for living expenses.
+500 GMs for selling house.
Currently in Syliras
