Aislin

by **Aislin** on July 25th, 2012, 8:29 pm

Aislin

"All my life, my heart has yearned for something I cannot name.”
~Andre Breton

Basic Information

Race: Human, Mixed (Drykas/Vantha)
Birthday: 88th Spring, 486 A.V.
Gender: Female

Physical Description

Aislin stands at 5'6 feet tall, and weighs 126 pounds. She has smooth skin of a pale shade, which shines a soft peach in the sunlight. She has slender, almond-shaped eyes, which are a deep blue, vibrant and filled with life. Although, some will claim they are a soft grey, when she is lost to the shadows. Her face is an oval shape, with high cheek bones, and nearly flawless skin. It is framed by long, rippling raven's colored hair, which shines with lighter undertones of deep reds and browns in the moonlight. It is often kept down, cascading down the length of her back. Thus, hiding her mark- a relatively shapeless stain the color of blood which mars the beauty found on her right shoulder blade. As for the rest of her facial features- her nose is rather tiny, and the remainder of her body seems lean, yet muscular despite this.

Character Concept

Aislin is a rather alluring woman. Her lithe form and soft spoken words often drawing someone in so that she may grow to know them for a time. And they her, in a sense. However, the woman is anything but soft and kind in nature. If anything, her personality runs opposing to her appearance in that she is rather dark and twisted. Drawing people in only so she can find their truths, their hopes, their loves, their secrets, so that she may use it against them. Crush them. For her only love, at least of late, is of the lord Rhysol, who reigns over her childhood home. She is wholeheartedly devoted to him, even during the times she offers her bed to another. Wondering if one day, perhaps, he shall grace her with another visit. One she shall never forget.

Character History

"I was born a snake without scales."

Some say I left my mother's womb with two heads. Completely balanced in that one was good, and the other, bad. But that is not how I have ever seen it. Instead, I have been led to believe that I was always dark and twisted. That there was an emptiness inside, that it was my life's journey to fill. Perhaps that is why I clutched my mom's heart so tightly when I left her. Destroying a life to make another. One that could be worth something.

Or at least that's what the midwife and my father always said.

I never really believed that either. In my opinion, she died because she was weak in mind and body. Much as my father was, in that he wept over her. Buried her, instead of tossing her pitiful body in the lake where it belongs. I don't suppose it matters now. He stuck around long enough to teach me the importance of devoting one's life to Rhysol now that we lived away from our ancestral homes. Perhaps it ached him too much, to teach his daughter of a god that he never loved. To teach her of someone only a Vanthan mother served; in her wake. Or perhaps it was the grief that took him all those years after my birth. But, I don't suppose it matters anymore. I kicked his body into the lake, where the fish could have their feast. It is in their bellies that he belongs.

It was then, at the age of sixteen that I was left on my own, without much knowledge to speak of. Little money to my name. At first, I tried living like one of the street rats I had so openly mocked throughout the course of my father's life. But it wouldn't do. I didn't appreciate having to resort to picking through the trash and trying to swipe coins off tables just to get by. It was then that I turned to the houses, offering my virginity to the highest bidder, before becoming quite the commodity. Serving men and woman alike each time they entered the brothel in search of soft, insistent fingers to take off their clothes and rub them down. Among other things...

Several years passed in which I blindly devoted myself to each of my lovers. Any who offered coin. Several years I devoted to following Rhysol as I continued to slave away. Offering my body for naught, bearing my very flesh to unworthy eyes all in the hopes that some day the stars would change. Some day, I could make a name for myself. Following more closely in my mother's footsteps than that of my father.

I would have even settled for her shadow.

For many years I continued to work, and to wait. But nothing ever changed; for things rarely do so. It is in that which I find sorrow. In the simple realization that once you become a slave, particularly one that bears her sex as though it were a fruit ripe for the taking, you never go anywhere. Until the end of your days you remain a slave. Bound in chains to many masters. Unless, of course, they dispose of you for lack of want. Who is to say what the future has in store for a certainty?

All I can hope is that there is little truth to be found in my thoughts. Or at least, those that displease...

by **Aislin** on July 25th, 2012, 8:59 pm

Training and Possessions

An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.
~Buddha

Languages

Common: Fluent
Pavi: Basic
Vani: Poor

Skills

Voiding: 46 -- Competent
Seduction: 31 -- Competent
Hypnotism: 29 -- Competent
Unarmed Combat: 08 -- Novice
Observation: 07 -- Novice
Massage: 05 --Novice
Rhetoric: 04 -- Novice
Interrogation: 02 --Novice
Philosophy: 02 -- Novice
Meditation: 01 -- Novice
Running: 01 -- Novice

Starting Skills :

Gnosis

1- Rhysol

Acquiring a Mark :

Lore

Religion- Rhysol
History of Ravok
Utilizing Voiding Pull
Increasing Portal Size
You Can't Hypnotize a Void
Tilting the Void
What is ANT?
Nerves of Steel
Resisting Your Own Pull
Philosophy: The Meaning of Death
The Voice is Back
The Rising Dawn Attack
Caught in the Flames
Overgiving
Mixing Chaon and Hypnotism
Two Shows in a Night
Ariadne- The Target
Ariadne- The Lover
Abashai
Abashai seeks Information about Galeal
Abashai belongs to House Salvatrice
Learning a New Way to Please
Sexy Voiding
Meeting Another 'Brother' of Rhysol
Possible Black Sun Informant
Marcus: Likes to Be in Control

Equipment and Possessions

1 deep red corset top with matching long skirt
1 black wool cape
1 waterskin
1 backpack: toiletries, week's supply of food, a small knife, flint & steel

Family Heirloom: a black book describing the art of voiding

Ledger

600 GM (No house or horse)
-45 GM (Summer 512 Living Expenses)
=555 GM
+273 GM (Summer 512 Wages)
=828 GM
-45 GM (Fall 512 Living Expenses)
=783 GM
+273 GM (Fall 512 Wages)
=1,056 GM
+10 GM (here)
=1,066 GM
-45 GM (Winter 512 Living Expenses)
=1,021 GM
+368 GM (Winter 512 Wages)
=1,389 GM
-45 GM (Spring 513 Living Expenses)
=1,344 GM
+546 GM (Spring 513 Wages)
=1,890 GM