Elin Mata

[Elin Mata]

Elin Mata Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 20 Birthday: 16th of Winter, 493 AV Birthplace: DenvalTo the STs and CSLs: I DO know that Denval is closed. I don't plan on starting there, roleplaying there at all unless for maybe a flashback. No worries, I know the rules. Appearance: Standing at a diminutive 5'0 and weighing barely 100 pounds, Elin could easily be mistaken for a child if not for her eyes. Hazel with faint greens and browns that shift in the light, they reveal her exposure to the world via travelling. Her face, despite years of trekking across landscapes with her parents and various caravans, is oval-shaped and covered in soft peaches-and-cream skin. Elin's build is slight, and one would feel as though if they touched her she would crumble. Elin's hair is cropped short, shorter than most women's for reasons known to only her. It appears as though she had taken a knife to it years ago, but trimmed it so it looks neater. It's straight and coffee-colored. Her body is quite lacking in the chest area, which she sometimes complains about, but otherwise doesn't really mind. Her limbs, finally, are long and thin. Character Concept Elin is a quiet soul, but do not let that decieve you into thinking she is weak or defenseless. Rather, it's quite the opposite. Similar to the fiery-haired Inarta, she gets into arguments easily -- although they're certainly less physical. If intoxicated, Elin will normally slide down against a wall, babbling drunkenly and swearing in her first language. Most can understand her, due to it being closely related to Common. She has a thirst to travel, often gathering her things in the dead of night and leaving without warning. Innkeepers find her payment in places only they would normally see, such as in their bedrooms or by the strongbox. Lately her thirst has been slaked by the port city Zeltiva, but she has found that those hailing from Denval are less than welcome due to the fall coup. Character History Elin was born near the beginning of winter in 493 AV, her parents two land-merchants (they travelled over land instead of travelling by sea). It was your average Denval winter, with freezing rain, snow and high winds. No doubt the worst time to have a child. The infant Elin seemed to always have a cold, despite how many furs her parents wrapped her in and how much they attempted to warm her. No, it was a winter she barely lived through, but eventually her stubborn spirit shone through and she held on. After a few more years, her parents picked up their belongings and left their hometown once more. It was difficult, getting out of Denval and simply travelling through Kalea. They were in constant danger, both from other sentient and semi-sentient races and local flora alike. By the time Elin was nine years old, they had arrived in Alvadas, City of Illusions. They stayed there for a good three years before chartering a ship to the City in the Marsh: Kenash. As soon as they entered Kenash, Elin's parents repeated the routine in Alvadas but with less luck. Their money was running low, and when it was nearly gone they shipped her off to Syliras to live with some aunt or other. The girl has yet to find out what happened to them. The aunt, when Elin finally got to Syliras, had been thrown in The Tank for theft and, if she remembers correctly, attempted murder of a certain man she'd been having an affair with. Elin worked hard to keep herself afloat, hunting for most of the day and coming back only when Syna began setting. For two years she did this, until one day she stumbled upon another hunter -- no, literally. She fell on him. Like, from a tree branch. Don't ask. He was quite handsome, a dark-haired youth with aquamarine eyes. Tall, too, and strong if his muscles were anything to go by. He introduced himself as Gavin, two years her senior. The young, naive fifteen year-old immediately fell in childish love with him. Suddenly, hunting wasn't a chore any longer. No, it was a privilege. The two trekked across the woods together, Gavin pointing out small signs she had never seen before. Broken twigs and blades of grass. He taught her to trap, too, and how to disguise her scent and walk quietly. Whereas he hunted with a bow, Elin waited impatiently in the brush with a long knife in hand. I say impatiently because she fidgeted, snapping twigs and crunching leaves underfoot. This scared away potential prey, but she persisted and eventually managed to catch something. On one unfortunate hunting trip, Gavin was slain by a Yukman; it appeared alone. Elin had never seen an abomination, but her friend-turned-lover had. He immediately told her to run for help, which she did. Gavin knew that if there was one Yukman, there were more. He'd seen them from afar, and witnessed their savagery as they tore apart a 'weak' Yukman. Elin promised her lover she would be back with help, and she wouldn't let him die. She ran. The young woman returned with Syliran Knights, but was greeted with a gruesome sight. Gavin, or what was left of him. It wasn't much. The Yukmen were gone, and thank the gods that they hadn't figured out how to use Gavin's bow. It was cast aside, away from his remains. Elin scooped it up, noting the broken string. She couldn't fix it. She wouldn't fix it. Never. The knife was raised, her other hand dropping the bow and grasping her hair in a fist. The blade sliced through the brown locks, cutting close to her scalp. She had broken her promise, and had to pay for it. Elin was escorted back to Syliras without any further incidents, where she gathered her belongings, purchased a horse and departed for Zeltiva with a caravan. She arrived just in time for the fall coup, unfortunately for the girl who originated from Denval. Traits -Elin has a weaker immune system than most, a result of the harsh winter she was born in. -Her Denvali accent shines through in whatever language she speaks, and sounds (in my head) like Acadian French. It would be difficult to understand her even if she were speaking modern Common instead of a sister language. Language Fluent Language: Denvali Basic Language: Fratava (Learned on the ship to Kenash) Poor Language: Nari (Since Denval was located near Wind Reach, and they traded with the Inarta) Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Riding 5 SP 5/100 Novice Hunting 26 SP 26/100 Competent Trapping 5 SP 5/100 Novice Stealth 7 SP 7/100 Novice Wilderness Survival: Forest 7 SP 7/100 Novice Weapon: Knife 15 RB 15/100 Novice Lores Lore: Losing a Loved One Lore of Syliran Geography Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel 1 Knife 1 Colorsplash (Gelding named Alemaheyu, Al for short) 1 Saddle Bit & Bridle Saddlebags Blanket & Hood 1 Extra Set of Clothing -Shirt -Skirt -Shoes, Slippers Boots, Riding 321 Gold Mizas 7 Silver Mizas Heirloom: Broken shortbow (30 GM) Housing Location: Zeltiva House: World's End Grotto Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Cashed-In Housing +500 GM 600 GM Knife -5 SM 599 GM 5 SM Colorsplash* -100 GM 499 GM 5 SM Saddle* -10 GM 489 GM 5 SM Bit & Bridle* -2 GM 487 GM 5 SM Saddlebags* -5 GM 482 GM 5 SM Blanket & Hood* -8 GM 476 GM 5 SM Shirt -1 SM 476 GM 4 SM Skirt -4 SM 476 GM Shoes, Slippers -1 SM 475 GM 9 SM Boots, Riding -1 GM 474 GM 9 SM Fall 513 Living Expenses (Common) -135 GM 339 GM 9 SM Season's Rent 513 (World's End Grotto) -18 GM 2 SM 321 GM 7 SM *All prices taken from here. Thread List Day of Season, Year AV Name Other PCs Modded Skill Rewards 47th of Fall, 513 AV Cabin Fever Ricky Maze No N/A