Amarhyl Summers

[Amarhyl]

Amarhyl Summers Basic Information Full Name: Amarhyl Fae Summers Race: Human Age: 18 Birthday: 37th of Summer, 494AV Gender: Female

[Amarhyl]

Appearance Standing at 5'3" and weighing just 98lbs, Amarhyl is easily overlooked. Blonde hair, reaching past her shoulders, frames a slim face, set with large blue eyes. She is rapidly maturing into a pretty young woman, though her expression is usually one of childish innocence, as she is unlearned in most ways of life. She tends to dress in simple, plain clothing, the only exception being a beautifully embroidered, Tyrian purple cloak, the only thing she has ever known of her mother. Personality Amarhyl is a quiet individual, though with an inquisitive nature. However, she tends not to ask questions, preferring to listen. If there is something she wishes to know, she likes to seek the knowledge herself, seeing it as a personal challenge. Her preference for being alone stems from a childhood in solitude. She entertained herself with reading and writing, often dreaming of places she could visit to gain knowledge of a bigger world. She is naturally wary of any stranger to approach her, and if pressed, she will most likely become nervous and stumble over her words. If, however, you take the time to speak with her, understand her and gain her trust, you will find an unexpected bubbly nature, and an enthusiasm for learning.

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History Amarhyl has lived her whole life without a mother. The day she was born was the day that ended Lauraelyn’s life, and it’s something that the young girl will forever blame herself for. Whether she’s right or wrong to, she doesn’t care. In her mind, the pain that her father went through, the fact that he couldn’t share the birth of his daughter with his wife; her mother, was truly her fault. She grew up in the Mithryn Outpost, the farming community 10 miles from the Syliran Gates. Her father, Stevic, worked the land; he was one of the valuable citizens who tended to the crop that made up a huge source of food for the city. She had no complaints about her life, it was what it was. She respected her father greatly, and always admired him. He worked incredibly hard to provide for the two of them, and while they didn’t have many luxury possessions, they had everything they needed, with perhaps a little extra. Her older brother - Alex - had left when she was around 13 years old. Amarhyl never attended school throughout the whole 16 years spent at the Outpost. Instead, she was taught by a woman named Hana, who was the wife of Stevics best and oldest friend. Hana versed Amarhyl in reading and writing, and taught her the mathematical skills she would need for a working future. It was through this teaching that Amarhyl became friends with Sam, Hana’s son. As it turned out, Sam would be her only companion throughout her childhood. The other children seemed to have no time for her; she was routinely snubbed and ignored when she tried to join their games. So she would seek out Sam, and though he was 3 years older than her, he would always stop whatever task he was doing and entertain her. Amarhyl looked up to Sam and he looked after her. When she was 14 years old, tragedy struck the young girl once more. Her father fell ill quite suddenly, and after a week of suffering, he drew his last breath. Orphaned, Amarhyl withdrew into herself, putting a distance between even her and Sam. Hana took Amarhyl into the family, but even that didn’t give the girl a glimmer of hope. From then on, there was never a hint of a smile from her and she rarely kept up a conversation, instead spending more and more time outside. It was then that she began to truly 'speak' to the Goddess Priskil. It was around this time that she started to understand what her Gnosis mark did. She learnt that she could summon feelings of hope, and that she could strengthen herself to face her life. Eventually though, her smile returned. From then on things began to improve for Amarhyl. She grew closer to Sam; the pair were like inseparable blood-siblings, and when she learned of his desire to become a Knight she became upset. Shortly after she turned 16, Sam told her that he planned to travel and to train. He was also the one who told her that she could have a life outside the Outpost, that she should travel too. And so, on Day 49 of Winter, 510AV, the pair set out for Slyiras City. A mile from the gate, they said their goodbyes, and Amarhyl trudged nervously towards her destination. She didn’t know what she would find, she had no idea what to expect, but she knew that when she did arrive, a new life would begin for her.

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Knowledge Skills Skill Points Level Earned Embroidery 24 Novice (4xp) Writing 15 Novice Drawing 16 Novice (3xp) (3xp) Bookbinding (leather) 15 Novice Riding 8 Novice (1xp) (2xp) Observation 13 Novice (3xp) (3xp) (2xp) (2xp) (3xp) Rhetorics 4 Novice (1xp) (2xp) (1xp) Storytelling 2 Novice (2xp) Sewing 4 Novice (4xp) Clothing Design 2 Novice (2xp) Wilderness Survival 2 Novice (2xp) Swimming 1 Novice (1xp) Languages Language Level Learned Common Fluent SP Kontinese Good SP Vani v. Poor SP Lore Embroidery Lore of Priskil (basic) Riding backseat (x) Painful Memories of the Past (x) A True Friend (x) Learning to Ride (x) Relearning to Smile (x) Layout of Syliras (Basic) (x) Meeting a Konti (x) Blueprint: T-Tunic (x) A Wearable Creation! (x) Blanket Stitch (x) Pattern: Flowers and Petals (x) Understanding Clothing Patterns (x) The Terror of Combat (x) Having Gills (x) The Curiosity of Alvadas' Illusions (x) Enduring a Brief Interview (x) Hinnrane Morcer(x) Gnosis Luminance – 1 mark Amarhyl received her Luminance mark from Priskil when she was just three years old. At the time she was too young to fully understand what the Goddess was telling her, but she was chosen for her pure heart and kind soul. Amarhyl’s mother had pleaded to the Goddess whilst she was dying, and Priskil had agreed to watch over the girl. Now that she is older, Amarhyl is deeply faithful to Priskil, and thanks her regularly for her gift. Her mark is a series of lines and swirls on her left palm, entwined to resemble a vortex, and it has a soft golden glow. The Story : Timestamp: Season of Spring, Day 27, 498AV Small stones littered the ground behind the modest house, a young girl seated in the middle of them all. Her face was screwed up in concentration as she tried to arrange them in elaborate patterns. In reality though, she was just placing them in circles, but she passed her efforts off as great masterpieces. Almost four years had passed since this child’s birth, and her life so far had been a simple one. Stevic had strived to bring her up the best he could, and the girl seemed happy enough. She often questioned him on where ‘mummy’ was, and her little face would always light up when he told her that ‘mummy’ was with the Gods. “That means that she’s special.” Stevic had almost cried when his daughter said that. The girl – Amarhyl as she had been named – was a bright child. In terms of both mind and demeanour. Her cheerful smile was a permanent fixture upon her face, and her azure eyes were always alight with interest in the world around her. Stevic had never known a child to be so genuinely kind. Not weeks ago, he had witnessed her carry a young bird to the edge of the Outpost, talking to it all the way in her light sing-song voice. Some of the other children had been throwing stones at the fledgling, which had obviously fallen from its nest, and his daughter had rushed to its aid. The girl started to sing as she arranged the stones, forming nonsense sentences out of seemingly random words. A surprised little “Oh!” escaped her, interrupting her song, as she dropped a stone which rolled away from her. She stood up, her pale dress flecked with dirt from where she’d been sitting, and wandered over to collect it. She found it by a pair of shoes, and as she glanced up, she realised the shoes had a body in them. It was a young woman, dressed in bright white robes. Her dark hair fell over her face as she bent to pick up Amarhyls stone. She held it out, and the girl carefully took it from her with a bright “Thank you!” The woman gave a small laugh. “That’s quite alright Amarhyl.” The child gasped. “You know my name! Are you special?” Her question was so innocent, and full of wonder. Priskil smiled again and gently patted Amarhyl’s head. “You’re the special one.” The girl paused, and reached up to place her hand where the Goddess’ had been seconds before. The area felt warm, and not from the sun. “No, I’m not special. My mummy is though. She’s with the God’s, my daddy told me.” Her statement was filled with pride and she beamed. “Your daddy is right Amarhyl. But you are special too.” The child frowned. “But…I can’t be…I didn’t do anything that’s special.” She possessed little logic, and she couldn’t understand how she could possibly special according to anyone else. Priskil bent down so that she was at eye level with Amarhyl. “Oh but you did. Your heart is kind and pure. Even now that is hard to find in a child. You rescued that fledgling, and you’ve shown no ill to any of the other children here, even though they won’t let you play out of malice.” The girl nodded at the Goddess, even though she didn’t understand what she was saying. “Well…I don’t like it when things hurt…” The girl frowned. “Even the grown-up’s sometimes hurt things, like the horses, and it makes me sad because I can’t make them stop it.” Her large eyes were starting to fill with tears, and the woman cupped her cheek with her hand. “Your kindness is what makes you special Amarhyl.” The Goddess then moved both her hands to hold the girl’s left one. She tilted it so that the palm faced upwards, and placed her own over the top. “I’ve been watching you for a very long time Amarhyl.” Priskil smiled. “Your mother asked me to.” The young girl’s eyes widened and Priskil nodded. Warmth suddenly surged through Amaryls hand and she gasped. She tried to pull it from the woman’s grasp, and it slid out from between Priskils palms. She held onto her wrist and glanced at her palm. It was aglow, golden light dancing in lines and swirls. The warmth raced up her arm and flowed all through her body, and the girl’s eyes widened even more, so shocked at what she was feeling. She sat on the ground again with a thud, and gaped at her palm. The light that shimmered there gradually subsided, and what was left startled her. A vortex-like pattern glowed softly, and she ran her other hand over it, as if to rub it away. She couldn’t feel it with her fingers, and nothing happed to the pattern as she poked it. The warmth had stopped racing through her by now, though she felt…she didn’t know, her young mind couldn’t find the correct words. If she had the vocabulary for it, she may have decided that she felt renewed, strengthened, almost as if she could face any situation with the hope that everything would remain good afterwards. She felt a soft touch on her head, and glanced wildly around her. There was nothing, no sign of the pretty woman that had been speaking moments before. She looked at her palm again – the strange pattern was still glowing - before her gaze shifted back to her circles of stones. She gingerly picked one up, and placed it where it should go, followed by another and another. She carried on routinely creating her circles, though with the occasional glance for the strange woman.

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Possessions   Clothing 1 white cotton tunic with purple stitching on the neckline (added by Amarhyl) 1 pair of thick, deep purple leggings. 1 pair of flat leather shoes. 1 tyrian purple, velvet cloak (white cotton lining shot through with silver thread), with delicate silver embroidery round the hem. (heirloom) White lace dress, handmade by Navia for Amarhyl (Image) Embroidered t-tunic (X)   Equipment Waterskin Backpack containing: 1 set of toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) Foor for a week Eating knife Flint and steel A small (A5) leather-bound notebook.   Misc 20x20 single room in Slyiras with a hearth, bunk, chest, chair, and small table. Ledger Item and Date Amount Thread/Date Total Starting Coin 100 GM n/a 100 GM Winter Expenses -27 GM -- 73 GM Winter Income +18 GM -- 91 GM Sewing Kit -18GM 14th Summer, 511AV 73GM Various tailoring items -3 SM, 7 CM 14th Summer, 511AV 72 GM, 6 SM, 3 CM Lace Dress -20GM -- 52GM, 6SM, 7CM White T-Tunic -- 14th Summer, 511AV 52GM, 6SM, 7CM - White T-Tunic -- 14th Summer, 511AV 52GM, 6SM, 7CM Embroidered Tunic -- 14th Summer, 511AV 52GM, 6SM, 7CM OOCAmarhyl has been an inactive character from Summer 511AV till the end of Spring 513AV, so she has no wage or expense for those seasons.

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Threads Summer 513AV Winter 511AV : 4th - Not My Favourite Robe! - Ongoing 5th - The Sunken Conundrum - To Work With Books Complete - Swimming +1, Lore: Having Gills, Lore: The curiosity of Alvadas’ Illusions, Lore: Enduring a brief interview, Lore: Hinnrane Morcer 23rd - A Rat's Maze - Stopped Summer 511AV : ?? - I. Vox Populi, Vox Dei - Stopped? 14th - The First Steps to Becoming a Tailor – Complete - +2 Observation, +4 Sewing, Lore: Blueprint: T-Tunic, Lore: Wearable creation!, Lore: Blanket Stitch 28th - Stitches in a Tapestry - Complete - Drawing +3, Embroidery +4, Lore: Pattern: Flowers and petals 36th - Service for Syna - Stopped Winter 510AV : 50th – A Peaceful Morning – Complete - +3 Drawing, +2 Observation, +2 Rhetoric 70th – To Make One's Acquaintance – Complete - +2 Observation, +1 Rhetoric, Lore: Layout of Syliras (Basic), Lore: Meeting a Konti 78th – A Growing Way – Complete – +3 Observation, +1 Rhetorics, Lore: Riding Backseat 78th - The Hunt For Leather - Ongoing Flashbacks : 506AV, Season of Spring, Day 27 Following in Mother's Footsteps - Ongoing 508AV, Season of Summer, Day 69 Learning to Smile Again – Complete – +1 Riding. Lore: Painful Memories of the Past, A True Friend, Learning to Ride, Relearning to Smile. Misc Threads : Entry Post – The Main Gates (Syliras) 49th of Winter Housing Posts - Housing Authority (Syliras) 49th of Winter Job Application Posts - Employment Office (Syliras) 61st of Winter (Job Application continued) An Elegant Weave (Syliras) 61st of Winter