Iredeth [WIP]

[Iredeth]

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[Iredeth]

Race: Mixed Blood (Symenstra/Benshira) Birthday and Age: Summer 13th, 488 A.V. 22 years. Gender: Female Iredeth stands at a modest height of 5’5’’, with long legs and arms that seem to be a tad disproportionate from her torso. She moves with a surprising grace, somehow managing to move those long limbs at just the right angles and in all the right places. Her neck is long and looks almost vulnerable, with soft, spidery veins running from her collarbone to her jawline. Her pasty coloring stands out in sharp contrast to the thick, black hair that frames her face. But even as she looks pale standing next to a human, she would look positively tan compared to a Symenestra. And while the coloring of her hair can be attributed to either her Benshira or her Symenestra blood, its texture is without question that of a Benshira’s. Her hair falls in thick locks down her back on the odd occasion that she lets it out. Most of the time, however, she keeps it pinned back in a messy bun. She dresses in dark colors, with the occasional flare of a bright red or violet here and there. She usually wears a long, purple, patchwork skirt and a simple, cotton black shirt. However, she has been known to wear breeches during long days riding on horseback. A black cloak with purple stitching rests on her shoulders, always available for her to wrap herself in. Her skirt flows around her when she walks, creating the illusion of a gliding figure. Iredeth does not try especially hard to either blend in or stand out. She has been complimented on her unusual looks on more than one occasion, but she has always dismissed this kind of flattery. Her appearance has and always will be secondary to her talent. Iredeth has a quiet passion about her that is only visible when one looks close enough. Most people don’t. Iredeth isn’t easy to look at. Not because there is something physically wrong with her, there isn’t. She’s certainly pretty enough to inspire a few casual glances. But those glances never linger for long, especially when they land on those glassy, amethyst eyes. Almost everyone can sense something lurking behind those eyes– something quick and dangerous. And if one looks at her too long, that something may just come out and consume everything that has ever made a person who they are. And so, few ever get to see that beautiful, passionate storm that rages within her. Iredeth puts determined, unflinching intent behind everything she does. She is methodical and meticulous in her work and when she loves something, she loves it with a burning hunger. Dolls are her passion – her hobby, her work, and her life. She creates them in the image of herself and the people around her, infusing each one with a character that belongs to it and it alone. When she animates a select few of her creations, she does so with her whole heart. She is not afraid of forming a deep connection with a rag doll, nor is she afraid of losing control. She lives for the moment when the doll comes alive in her hands with a twitching movement and a subtle shift in the glare of black, button eyes. She does not hold to a set of ethics, but only lives by a single conviction. It is the belief that the creation of life is sacred – whether that life be that of a human or of a barely animated item. From that conviction, stems the belief in personal responsibility. In Iredeth’s eyes, one is always responsible for what one has created. She does not see herself as part of a race. She does not along to the desert people called the Benshira, nor is she a part of the tightly knit Symenestra community. She has promised herself that she would carve out an identity for herself, never basing any decisions on her heritage. That is why she discarded her given name of Dra-Sareth. She refused to be looked down upon because of the condemning prefix of her name. She was not ashamed of her mixed blood and she refused to wear her name as if it were a stigma. She was Iredeth – nothing more and nothing less.

[Iredeth]

Iredeth’s mother was a Symenstra woman named Valvessa Curare. She was a notable warrior among her people and was often called upon to lead harvests. She had personally supplied her two sisters with beautiful, intelligent, and physically capable surrogate mothers. She had found several surrogate mothers for her own children and she and her husband took great pride in their three children and three female corpses. One day, she went on a harvest to search for a surrogate mother for a close friend and wandered too far off her usual route. It wasn’t that she lost her way. Valvessa would never admit to losing her way. She simply strayed from the path and ended up in a Benshiran camp. There, she came upon a man named Nalech. He was tall, muscular, and dark – the complete opposite of her husband or any other Symenstra male she had ever seen. Valvessa was attracted to him instantly, and he to her. She could never remember who lured who into bed, only that she woke up one morning in a tent with Nalech and a heap of regrets. She cursed herself for her weakness and she cursed him for his beauty and strength. Kneeling by his sleeping body, Valvessa prayed to Viratassa and asked the goddess of blood how she could salvage the situation. She always believed that the goddess had spoken to her, though she could never be sure. Following what she thought was Viratassa’s advice, Valvessa leaned over and sank her poisonous fangs into her lover. Upon insuring that he had breathed his last breath, she left the Benshiran camp and found her way back to Kalinor, picking up a surrogate mother for her friend on the way. It was only after returning to her home that Valvessa realized, to her great shame, that she was pregnant. The proud Symenestra could never love the half-breed child which she had birthed. The girl was a reminder of her weakness, her failure, the burden which she now carried upon her shoulders… following her people’s custom, she named the girl Dra-Sareth. The prefix would serve as a constant reminder of the child’s tainted blood. Valvessa gave the girl to an old widow living on the edge of Kalinor. Sometimes, she visited her child, moved by some remnants of maternal instinct. However, the natural love a mother would feel for her child was tempered by disgust and contempt for the child’s blood. Soon, the visits grew to be far and few between, and then stopped altogether. ...TBC.. Iredeth worships Viratas with the same passion she usually reserves for her dolls. Her relationship with the god is a complicated one. Iredeth believes in the sacredness of life and blood. She has memorized parts of the Viratessa by heart, and often prays to Viratas for guidance. And yet, she understands that the god will never recognize her. She does not belong to a Web, nor any other community. The only person who she would shed blood for is left in Kalinor, and she is without any other companion. Without a connection to a family, she is not truly fulfilling Viratas’s purpose, no matter how much she would like to believe that what she is doing is enough.

[Iredeth]

Primary Skills Sewing: 25 Animation: 20 Knife Throwing:15   Secondary Skills Contents of second tab   Lores The Character of Dolls Tales of an Old Symenestra

[Iredeth]

Purple, patchwork skirt Black, cotton shirt. Black cloak with purple lining. 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) Food for a week or 1 bottle of embalming fluid (for Nuits) 1 eating knife Flint & Steel Family Heriloom: A Human-shaped Pincushion - Gerard the Pincushion was given to Iredeth by the Symenestra woman who raised her. Once the widow had discovered that her charge had a passion for sewing, she ceremoniously presented her with the pincushion. It had been made by the woman herself when she was a little girl and used throughout her entire life. Now, it belonged to Iredeth. 600 gm