Faye (Shakath)

[Faye Shakath]

Physical Description Name: Faye (Shakath) Race: Inarta Age: 18 Birthday: 11th Summar 494 The fire of her people burns bright in her icy blue eyes. They are the first and most alluring of her features. Around the rim of her irises are shoots of a deep cobalt mixed with brilliant rays of gold. But towards the center is a light blue, a color so pale to almost match the snow outside, that blossom around her pupil. The big blue orbs make up very hawkish, (pun defiantly intended) set of eyes. Slightly angled and narrowed, Faye has the ability to shoot glares that can chill the bone. The arched brows that sit atop certainly help. But that’s not all that is to the beauty! She has high and prominent cheek bones that, paired with her slightly gaunt cheeks, almost finish the look. What is left to be had? Her jaw line. Inclined as well, her narrow jaw comes to a small but powerful chin. Though her chin may stick out just a bit, it actually fits with the curve of her face. The only thing that interrupts her predatory and fierce façade is her nose. Unlike the narrow a long nose with a slightly pointed tip that she wished she had, she actually has something of a button nose. While only the longer side of button noses, it still a bit rounded and has a ‘cute upward curve’ that her Shakath gives her a hard time for. But there is more to her than just her face, just below is a long and slender neck that slopes into narrows shoulders. Though, through rigorous training from first being picked by her eagle, they are well formed with muscle. Going in to lithe arms, they finish off with petite, but very able hands that handle a bow with practice hands. Of course she has more to pride herself on than just her arms. She has a strong core to support her body. A lean stomach flows down to shapely hips to follow sinewy legs. Lastly, tiny feet finish of the girl who stands 5 feet and 5 inches over them. To top her off is a head of fire like all those around her. A much richer and darker shade of red, her hair has dark streaks of black and falls all the way to her waist in soft waves . . . when washed. Often times she’ll braid her EGLE’S feathers in her hair. Spotting her hair with shoots of black, they almost blend into her hair to make the feathers almost look like they grown from her very head. A few of the feathers are painted with pictures of couple of great hunts. To also decorate her hair, she wraps black ribbons in her hair with glass ravens that hang from them. Her hair isn't the only one of the many things she had decorated. Her earrings are simple glass teardrop connected to a iron stud. As for her necklace, she has a matching teardrop to go with it. Adorning her clothes has been something she has done over the years. Her Vinati, made of leather dyed slightly red, started out as a strapless, but she eventually added straps connected with iron clips. After saving her money for some time, she finally saved enough to make wind patterns across the top out of glass beads. As for her Bryda, she tends to wear a little simpler pair than most. Black cloth is only decorated with red thread in a the same swirl pattern of the winds. Though, the belt holding up by her Bryda is a bit more ornate. Decorate with more glass beads on the ends and throughout the belt, it actually is a bunch of ropes weaved together. Her Katinu only has goat fur around the hood and the hem. As simple as it is, Faye plans on stitching some pattern on if when she gets the chance. Finally for her shoes, she wears ankle boots that are black leather. Character Concept Life isn’t going to hand you anything but problems to overcome. If you want something for yourself, you need to hunt it with all your worth. These are the thoughts that power Faye. Being nothing and coming all the way to first fed was a achievement she felt was earned by determination beyond all else. It was her cunning and fortitude that pushed her through. Such a stead fast approach to life has built an interesting young girl. When not practicing her bow, she is working on knife handling. When they are not hunting, she is tending to her eagle. When she is not eating, she is sleeping. Work is her life and has always been. Steaming from this comes her eye for detail and the perfectionism to complete a task right the first time. When she finishes with her knife, she habitually sharpens and cleans it. She even tends to the leather sheath that it resides in as well. When practicing with her bow, she carefully times her breathing and always aims for that center. While she is still only an apprentice, Faye is forever more diligent with her practice. Since she is always working, Faye tends to do things considered taboo for someone of her station. She’ll clean her own hearths and bedpans. To the disbelief of others, she’ll even help clean the kills that she makes. The Endal will even cook her own meals to keep busy. For this busy body 'to not work is to risk life taking something away from you'. After coming so far, why would she risk her most precious things to laziness? This motto often leaves her anxious when there is nothing for her to do. Twirling her fingers, pacing, even irritability are side effects to boredom. When she can’t find something to do, her last resort is to be with her eagle. With the busy life she leads, friends are hard to come by. Faye just doesn’t have time to be fraternizing with men or to be giggling with girls. But once someone slows her down long enough, there is a giant smile to be had. She is easy to laugh like the rest of her people once she realizes that there is enough time to relax. A bi-weekly thing her eagle finally convinced her to do is to grab a mug of mead, sit in the nest, and just talk with him. And always, if she starts to steer the conversation towards lists of things to do, he automatically tells her to think of the most pointless topic she can think of. Once that is achieved, she finds that she is more at peace with herself. Faye, still childish without no interaction to mature her humor, is often confused by vulgarity or more socially motivated jokes. She’ll just cock her head to one side as if she were an eagle herself and stare with her big blue eyes perplexed. That is probably the best quality about her. Despite all the work she puts herself through and through all the hardship of her younger years, Faye is still innocent. In her purity of heart, she always finds compassion for others and the insight that every person has bright light within themselves. No one hardly hears her talk behind another’s back nor will she sit passively as someone else does. She treats everyone with a deep respect; even the Dek as much as culturally possible. This makes her a very non-aggressive person. She doesn’t pick fights and usually tries to avoid them. But as a proud member of her people, she will not turn down a challenge if someone insist. If someone insults her, yells at her unjustly, or is being a huge jerk, Faye with yell back. If push comes to shove, she will kick someone in the gut. But for the most part she has a quite confidence about herself. She is too shy and busy to really get under anybody’s skin. Faye is mostly forgotten about and she doesn’t mind it. The only one concerned is Shakath. He hopes her to find love and friendship and figures she’ll be ready when the time comes. Character History She can still remember the smell of all the bodies strewn across the floor. All the sweat accumulated though the day of hard work only fermented into disease as everyone slept; as she tossed and turned. Often times, when she couldn’t sleep, she would wander the belly of the mountain to watch the glass blowers. She watched them and wished to blow glass into the beads that the higher folk sought. Seeing them shape the treasures filled her heart with wonder and all she wanted was to make such art with her own hands. If only such dirty hands could make beauty. Faye needed to work hard to excel past where her parents landed. Between helping the older Dek and taking on extra duties, she hardly found how it was possible for them to ignore her. As she started to get older, she started to get duties to start shoveling snow. Gritting her teeth against the cold, Faye could distinctly remember telling herself to shovel more snow than all the other kids. Zether had told her the day before that he would shovel so much snow it would bury her until the summer. With a pinched expression of concentration, she went on about her business without even noticing the eagles watching her. With great fervor she shoveled. That night she ended up catching a small cold from sweating to then have it freeze. Her cold only got worse when she kept shoveling with such abandon. Apparently, when the teacher had to escort her back inside after collapsed with a fever, a particular eagle noticed. It was a huge surprise when her teacher told her that she would be going to the aeries later that week. The most profound realization happened when she came to the conclusion that it had been from her sheer force of will that had gotten her that audience. Laying her head upon her sore hands that night after scrubbing some pots for the adults, she made a pact to always work until she got what she wanted. For the rest of that week, she sought out things that she could bring to the bird fledglings. At first, she thought about saving some meat from her meal, but the thought went as fast as it came. Lots of other people would be bringing meat to them! Not to mention meat much better than any she could acquire. Then she went through a list starting from beads all the way to carvings. Everything she eventually realized that no eagle would have need of such things. Then she came back to the idea of meat. The young girl thought about how to acquire better meat. Well, stealing was out of the question. She knew she couldn’t afford to miss any meals if she was caught. Besides, would any noble Eagle want to bond with a girl who stole? How would she even steal from a Endal who got the best meat? Then she remembered that she had to ]work for everything. She had to strive and push herself. It finally hit her, she had to work to get the meat from an Endal! But it proved harder than she already imagined it was. Between all the bendi she was receiving and helping others, she couldn’t find a Endal willing to trade meat for a service they were entitled to for free. Eventually, her opportunity came the day of her invitation in the wee hours of the morning. Worried sick from having no gift, she had been pacing the halls trying to come up with a last minute plan. Turning a corner, close to tears, she happened to run into a Endal going out for a morning hunt. And by run in, Faye had actually collided with the man. Charging into a man so much bigger than her had sent her careening back onto her bottom to stare up at him. In utter shock, she continued to look at him with terror. No one thought twice about the Dek nor about smacking one if they ran into them. Right as she was about to turn tail and run, she remembered her dire need. If she didn’t take advantage of it moment, she would die of disease with her hands withered away to nothing. Cunning and sly use of words would be needed here. Sitting on her knees, she immediately pressed her nose and hands to the floor. She begged for the man to let her make up running into her. Allowing her distress for this evening run her emotions, she shamefully let herself weep before him. Turns out, she didn’t need to any of that but simply ask. He was actually a kind man and could see by her loose clothing she was nothing more than a Dek. The man looked down quite perplexed by the young girl crying as his feet and gently put a hand on her shoulder. Her head jerking up to look at him, she heard him say he was actually in need of some help. His favorite jacket had been damaged yesterday and had been taken to a seamstress. He was running late for food and didn’t have time to grab his jacket and his boots in the commons. Giving her the package of meat that he meant to trade for the goods, he mentioned he would give her some of his meat from his meal if she did it quickly. Nodding her head eagerly, she raced off to the seamstress he told her to go to. Running till her lungs burned like the laval boiling beneath them, she got to the seamstress and traded the meat for the jacket in record timeing. Running all the way back to the commons, she waited by the entrance until she saw the man come strolling out the door. Slightly startled by her presence, he was even more surprised when she handed him the jacket. Clearly impressed at her speed, the man let her walk with him and stand outside while she waited for him to get his meal. When he returned, the Endal was further intrigued when he saw she didn’t eat the meat he gave her. Finally, he asked what she was saving it for. Beaming up at him, she told him that she was going to be him one day and ran off. Coming to the aeries later that day, she pulled out her prize. To her astonishment, she saw the man again as he tended his own grown eagle. Smiling over to her, she quickly ducked her head in small bow before running to see the fledglings. When she saw all the people clamoring for their attention, she was crestfallen. She would never be picked by these mighty beasts. Then she tightened her fist. She had come this far and had even the meat to really impress them. She would not faultier now! Pushing past all the other eagles and their fawners, she saw one that wasn’t as big as all the other ones. While his russet brother was stronger, the black and blue eagle was faster at pecking his brothers head to snatch the meat out of his squawking mouth. The smaller one was cleaver and quick and didn’t give up when his brother pulled meat from his beak. The cobalt tinted marvel would just retaliate back that much more. . . determined. Pushing past a pig nosed looking boy, Faye reached out to the dire eagle. Fire with met with fire when their minds touched. Like a tongue of fire lashing out, Faye introduced herself not as a Dek, but as a future Endal. The Eagle was caught off guard by the brash idealism. But he felt the frothing storm that churned in her as it did in him. That need to be proven; not only amongst other but to herself as well. It was that spark and that desired that captivated him. Craning his head back, the bird took her in. She was certainly scrawny and he noticed the loose clothing hiding her undernourished body. As he was inspecting her, he saw her stick out her hand. The fledgling gawked at the meat in her hand at first. How did she get that? He knew people of her status didn’t get meat like that for their meals. And why had she not eaten it by now? Obviously she didn’t get much food as it were. But here she was, holding out meat reserved for Endal to him. She did look at the meat regrettably nor show any weakness for the delicious food she held. No. She offered it to him and it was for him alone. His greedy brother took the distraction in his thoughts to peck the meat right out of her hands. Turning a sharp eye to him, the youngest glared at his elder brother as he held the meat in his beak, teasing him with it by not swallowing it. It was then the Eagle felt a sudden sense of kinship with the girl that grinded her teeth with tears pouring down her cheeks. Without even bothering to make a mental link, she balled her fists up and shouted for his brother to give back the food. It was crazy! She didn’t want to give her brother food even though he could potentially raise her above starving and working to death. The young thing, barely older than thirteen, had sought him out and picked him. Not very often did a human, let alone a Dek, get so picky. They would seek out to be an Endal like it was fishing; cast a wide enough net and you eventually snag one. It was the eagles that had the luxury of being picky. It was at that point that the Eagle felt special. She had picked him as she was about to pick her for her spirit and force to achieve. She would go far and he would soar just as high with her! Poking his brother straight in the back of his head, he watched as his brother dropped the meat from his mouth. Swiftly, to not miss a beat, the girl snatched it from below him and rush behind his great body. He turned his golden eyes to meat radiant blue ones. They had worked as team without even being bonded. Once again offering the meat to him, she linked with his mind to beg him to take it just for the exchange of his name. Shakath was what he told her He then told her to split the meat in half for them both to have some. With shock radiating through her face, she did so happily and carefully savored the meat she thought to never taste again. Though lo! She would! She realized her new future as Shakath’s being started to press against herself. Opening her mouth up into a smile, she began to run her fingers through is feathers as she gladly opened herself up to the link. Feeling her sense expand to feel the huge eagle standing before was more than she could have ever hoped for. The power in those wings and the wisdom lurking in his mind engulfed her. Shakath too felt what it was like to be so small but so sure of oneself, to be Faye. Both letting out a cry of elation, Faye didn’t notice the man and his eagle exchanging looks of happiness. For, it was his mount whom had seen the young girl shoveling till she was sick. It was then him who watched her help other’s when she had work of her own. And together, they had known that the two headstrong children would be the perfect match From there on out, life had been anything but easy. . . .just the way she liked it. Only four years has passed, but between those times, Shakath and she had taken down a whale, been the masters of tag, and had moved as one through the skies. ((History Doubles as Bonding Story)) Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Vinati -Bryda -Leather Ankle Boots -Katinu - Earings -Necklace Chest in the Common that Contains: -Knife -Bow - Simple Needle and Red Thread -Flint & Steel Heirloom: None 100 Gold Mizas Housing: Bed in the Aerie with a simple sheet and goat skin sheet. Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Skills, Lores, Magics, Gnosis, Languages Common Skills: Skill EXP Total Proficiency Combat Eagle Riding SP#20 #10 Novice Bow SP#20 #20 Novie (RB) Knife SP#10 #10 Novice Misc. & Social Sewing SP#5 5 Novice Cooking SP#5 5 Novice Practiced Languages: Fluent Language: Nari Basic Language: Common Poor Language: none Lores: Lore of Eagle Riding Lore of Mount Skyinarta oulay Experiance Ledger 10xp Bow Racial Bonus

[Faye Shakath]

Name: Shakath Gender: Male Race: Dire Eagle Age: 6 years old Physical description: Shakath is a handsome young Eagle. Pristine black feathers have a blue sheen to them and flight feathers boasting deep cobalt. Smaller than the average Dire Eagle, Shakath heartily makes it up in speed and agility. From being picked on by his older brother and other bigger fledglings, Shakath has gained a heightened use of the minute movement of his flight feathers. With the typical golden eyes, his head is actually big for his body. But, unlike their human counterparts, do not hold such vanity about head sizes. Personality: From being the runt of the two, Shakath has always has to work to prove himself a proper Dire Eagle. His mother had actually worried that he would not live to see his first summer. But nothing would kill this one. Always he was pushing himself farther than his brother and making sure he was the first to do thing. This led him to be less cocky and more focused than his brethren. Where the others are blunt, he is cunning. Not to mention he has a wicked sense of humor. Sometimes it does lose his partner, but he is slowly sharpening her to his level. Another thing that he has that is lost to his partner is relaxing. The eagle knows how to take it easy and how to take in the fresh mountain air. Even though he works hard to get what he wants, he also understands that the body needs a break least it break. Overall, he’s a pretty mellow male that goes with the flow of life and dotes on his seemingly clueless rider. While he knows she as sharp as his knife, he wonders how he will ever drive common sense into her stubborn head. History: Smaller of the two and the second to hatch, Shakath was always the underdog. For the first year of his life, she worried that he wouldn’t be tough enough to survive mountain life. But sure enough, he was the first to fledge and to fly. He was also the first of his brother to choose a rider, make a kill, and to become king of tag. But before he did any of those, he had to meet his partner. To this day he treasures the memory of the scrawny girl that approached him and only him for the status of Endal. Shakath always tells her that she was so adorable with her button nose and a mental link that caught his mind on fire. Seeing the red head yell at his brother was pretty much the seal of the deal to him. He knew they would one day be great together. Of course he is humble about his achievements. He doesn’t gloat to others about it. He would only casually mention simple facts to his brother when he started to become sour with him.