AppearanceRace: Kelvic (serval) Gender: Female Birthday: Spring 45, 506. Birthplace: Syliras Appearance: Animal Form - Her eyes were like dust upon the short-snouted face of her form. The strips of black around and then beneath her eyes helped guard against the suns glare while enormous ears rose from either side of her head. Four long legs held a lean, muscled body aloft while a short tail, less than half her body length and the tip dipped in black, stretched from her hips. The grey-yellow fur faded to white on the belly but strengthened to a rusty gold upon the back, black spots visible where the longer bands did not claim her dorsal. Human Form - The most distinguishing of her features was her height. Abnormally tall for a woman at five foot nine, Issy is long of leg and arm and sports an otherwise thin form, spry and limber, suggesting strength in hunting. The short mop of hair she wears is kept clean and straight with the fastidiousness of a cat in full groom, though it does little to soften the haunted, slightly lost gold-grey eyes that sometimes shine at night as light passes over them. Though tall and lean, she shows the signs of full maturity in lips and bust and the ever so faint riseDue date: Early Summer 514 in her lower belly, though the loose cloth of brown she wears would not immediately make this apparent. |
Character Concept
Issy is troubled and heartbroken, the weight of her bondmates death still heavy in her mind and breast as she walks the Pavilions of Endrykas. Her eyes still shine with the haunt of his passing and the hurt it caused her, the struggle it took to extend beyond a catatonic state to what there is now. But if one were to manage to pull the disheartened woman from her somber reverie, they would find her intelligent and friendly, a knowledgeable and experienced hunter, though none can quite discern how or why for none in Endrykas have yet seen the kelvic Shift. She is sad and longs to be lifted out of her distraught and this strange new culture she has been forced into by those she would rather not enjoy, for how can she love those who took it from her to begin with?
In time, Issy may find her spirit returned to her, but not yet...not now. |
Character History
Her parents were simple herdsmen near Syliras, providing wool to the city, but they were of little value and consequence to the kelvic as she grew. Her interest lay more in the wilds around Sylira, the child often lingering in her animal form to listen to the winds, sometimes chirping and mewling to the world in quiet joy until He came.
She was but one at the time and he a fine hunter by the name of Lukyc, so said the skins that hung from his fine horse. His rugged charm and kindly words encouraged young Issy as he came to call her to leave her human father and kelvic mother to join him in his forays along the Kabrin road, hunting the wilds and trading between Zeltiva and Syliras what he caught and killed. He offered the "teen" the opportunity at experience that the farm life could not offer, and young Issy grew fond of him. As she grew into maturity and fondness likewise matured into something more intimate, the now woman offered him a Bond with her; in exchange for his love and protection, she would help in his hunting, her sharp hearing and keen sight able to spot things he would otherwise miss. They would make a fine pair.
And they did! For many years they enjoyed this frolicking, stalking the Cyphrus border with Issy flushing game and catching what his crossbow might miss. They made a fine team and provided many a good haul during the hunting seasons to Syliras and Zeltiva respectively until the plague came to the grasslands and forced the great horseclans northward into raids...
Night had come as they left the borders once again and the pair camped, their horse secured outside the tent they shared. It was the soft sound of shifting grass outside the tent as the fire burned low late into the night that alerted them that something was afoot. Concerned, Issy was first out of the tent only for strong hands to grab her, an arm around her neck to lessen her struggle. She cried out, alerting Lukyc who came to her aid. But she had already been pulled onto one of their horses, fighting to break free. He reached for his crossbow to try and stop them, shouting but an unseen archer from behind caught him first.
The effect made the woman held by one of the riders reel violently against him as their Bond was snapped with the passing of his life from this world. She screamed at first, beyond devastated, before simply blacking out. It was a full day before the woman managed to regain consciousness, but even then she was virtually catatonic, her heart and spirit broken in an instant. It made handling her easier, of course as the Drykas raiders returned her to the assimilation camp where she was nursed and soothed and told this new life would be alright. But her heart was not there, it lay with Lukyc, dead in the summer grass, probably already consumed by some monster or another. So hurt was Issy that she could not even cry as some of the captives tried to comfort the silent woman but could get no more from her than that "He is dead, he is dead, he is dead."
When they were at last taken to the city and subsequently sold, a member of pavilion Autumnrun, an Emerald Clan resident, took her for she was still fair of face and those who had captured her described in her information that she had been found with a hunter and suspected hunting ability in her. Issy did not care what his name was, did not care what he took from her when he enforced his husbandly right upon her. To say that he was cruel would be wrong, for he wasn't. He was simply...devoted to the cause of replenishing the dwindling numbers of Drykas and Issy? Well, she simply did not care. If he wished to fetch a child on her, what was there to stop him. Why bother? Why care?
That was precisely what he did, affectioning her thoroughly when the need came upon him and letting her do as she pleased beyond that, even roam the tents, knowing escape was death if she tried. Besides, these captures souls were meant to be part of the nation, not slaves. But Issy was simply...drifting...trying to recover what had been broken slowly, though she felt know will to even Shift and seek sanctuary in the grasses, hunting mice and bird and rodent a plenty. The one thing she could cling to from the time before, though, was the gold headband, a gift from Lukyc when they weathered their first year following the forming of the Bond. |
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