Shalita Farlay

by **Shalita Farlay** on June 3rd, 2014, 3:22 pm

Shalita Farlay
"I am a ghost of what I used to be..."

Theme Song :

General Information

Alias: Javeya
Race: Human - Ghost
Gender: Female
Age: 3
Age at Time of Death: 21 years old
Date of Death: Day 27, Spring, 511 AV
Birthday: Day 5, Winter, 489 AV
Birthplace: Zeltiva
Location: Kenash
Housing Location: Blacksugar Distillery

Appearance

Ghost Appearance

She stands at a height of 5'8, her skin appearance pale, while her long hair takes on a white shade. The eyes take on the colour of ice blue and her figure is covered by a white gown, but the gown can be seen to have splashes of red staining the material. If she is in a room, the temperature will drop, accompanied with the scent of blood.

Human Appearance

In life, she had black hair and deep blue eyes. She had a tanned complexion and also stand at the height of 5'8, wearing a simple blue dress with bare feet.

Character Concept

Shalita spends most of her time drifting through the streets of Kenash, seeking out things that make her curious, for although she is dead, she remains curious to pass away the time. A trait that seemed to have carried over from her human life. Occasionally, the ghost can be seen watching ships as they sail away from Kenash upon that wide open Suvan sea, with a longing looked deep with her blue eyes. She knows that although she could still probably sail the open waters, it would not be the same. She would never feel sea sick like the new sailors seem to experience, she would never get to feel the wind through her hair, or the heat of the sun as it would beat down upon her back as she attended to the rigging.

The young ghost is constantly fighting a darker side to being who she is, a side filled with pain and anger. Sometimes she would love to just lash out at someone as they point and call out that she was just simply un-natural. This conflicts very much so with her more natural temperament of being kind and helpful to those that need it. Some would consider her to be some what of a sweet heart. However, her behaviours very much reflect the emotions that she feels deep within herself and it can often lead to confliction. So she may say one thing, but regret it later or she might do something and think that maybe she should have done something completely different.

However, she holds a deep sadness within and wants only to be back in Zeltiva. A place that she has forbidden herself to return to, for she does not want her dear parents to see her in such a form. So she clings onto the memories that she does have of them and the other people that she cares so deeply for, for they are the only things that she has left. This causes a loneliness to fill her being as being a ghost, she doesn't exactly fit in with man kind any more and so, most tend to run from her or jump whenever they see her. Some even attempt to pretend to not have notice her. So she drifts, in order to distract herself in hopes that one day, something might catch her eyes and draw her attention.

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by **Shalita Farlay** on August 6th, 2014, 8:22 am

History
"Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real..."

Pre-creation

She had loved life once, she also had loving parents, doting parents, that would occasionally sit her upon their lap to read her tales of old histories long gone. Sometimes she would remember running along Zeltiva's streets, playing with the orphans as a child, running around on the streets with mud over over her. Her mother used to just simply laugh and throw her into the sea to wash off because they were too poor to afford clean water. But being poor didn't mean that Shalita didn't enjoy life, in fact, she loved it. She loved the amount of time she could spend with other orphans and was glad that she was not as privileged as soon people, for she got to learn what it really felt to smile without the burdens of coin. She could remember spending time on the docks during her teens, getting in the way as she questioned them about their time on the seas and what they saw, often dreaming of a time when she too might travel the seas herself, to make her own memories and stories.

Late one night, early summer 510 AV, Shalita was returning late from the docks where she had been helping sailors with their cargo and listening to stories and adventures of life on the sea. However, she had decided to take some kind of short cut home, one she had used ever since she was a little girl. It was during this particular walk home, along this very route that she took, when she had spied a man who seemed to be lost. White hair framed that paled face, his eyes a lovely violet colour and she couldn't help but be drawn in to help him, after all, the young woman was always offering a helping hand and sometimes giving directions to those that was knew to Zeltiva. It had been a mistake of hers and a swift blow to the back of her head knocked her out and she was captured that very night in chains. She had later found out that she had been apart of what they had called, a harvest.

Once they had dragged her back to Kalinor bound in her chains and gagged with a rag of some kind to keep her quiet along the journey back, She had been locked into a room and although she fought and struggled against the male, for she had been left some-what weak with the meager amount of food and water that they had given her on their trip, he forced himself onto her. She could remember the pain as he removed her prized innocence from her as he took her, never sparing a glance or even a gentle touch. It was rough, hard and fast. Before she knew it, it was all over and he was walking out the door only to lock it firmly behind him. That night, or was it day? She curled up onto that blood stained bed, her blue sundress in tatters around her form as she cried. The tears stained her sun-tanned cheeks as her once silky black hair, had become nothing but knots.

During through the pregnancy, they mostly left her alone, locked inside a bare room, eating a diet of nothing but fruits and they had her dress into what appeared to be like some kind of white gown.There, she spent most of her days, lying upon the bed staring up at the ceiling and often wondered whether those that she had been forced to leave, really felt about her disappearance. Occasionally that same male would return to attempt to try and make conversation with her, however she didn't understand a word he said seeing as he didn't speak one word of common. Realizing this, he attempted to teach her Symenos, his own language and it would bring her out of her depressed state if only because of her natural want to learn. Besides, what else could she do? There were no books left around, just a bed and chamber pot of which was emptied out every day when the food was delivered to her. Whenever she refused to eat, the male would come to force her down onto the bed, as she was weakening from the lack of exercise and he would make her eat. Never was he gentle.

The moment that the baby was due, she felt pain like she had never felt it before. It wasn't like tripping over and falling only to scrape a knee and she was pretty sure that it was nothing to being stabbed. It happened just as she moved to stand up from the bed to expect the daily food run when, the child inside her now rather large stomach moved, before a solid kick had been delivered. She had doubled over in pain and then, that's when it began to feel as if something inside of her was burning her from the inside out. As if she was being torn apart and she had collapsed to the floor as a scream of pure pain parted her lips. Her nails dug into the floor underneath her is she claw at it to try and get away from this pain. The pain that was constantly burning and tearing without mercy. She literally begin to feel her strength fail her as she felt her life slowly begin to ebb and leave her body. In her final moments, it was as if her life flashed before her eyes and a pang of pang filled her form. No! No! This cannot be how she would die! She still had so much to do, to experience and she reached a weak hand out towards the male who stood there and just looked on with indifference written within those violet depths.

Why she thought she could find some kind of comfort from a man who had never laid a caring hand upon her, was lost on her, but her hand fell to the floor as she no longer had the strength to hold it up and her head rolled to the side, so then her gaze would focus upon the far wall. She did not have the strength to continue screaming, or to do anything except lie there as the pain swept her under and she lost her grip on her mortal life. Where it seemed like she drifted through a void that consisted of nothing. No life, no pain, no warmth, it was just nothing where no living thing could existed.

After what seemed like an eternity where nothing existed, she woke, a cold filling her form that she had never felt before, not even in Kalinor. A cold chill that just seem like it would never go away and she tried to find the source. Instead, her sight had fallen upon her own dead human body, lying in a pool of blood upon the floor. It looked as if something had torn its way out from her stomach with a vengeance and her eyes... They were still open, but those blue hues of hers had clouded over with death itself. "No..." She had whispered softly as she lifted her own ghostly hands to find them translucent, flickering and blurred around the edges. Was she dead? That... That couldn't be... She had so much to live for, there was so much that she wanted to see... Her parents... The friends she had in Zeltiva... They... They couldn't see her like this, she couldn't go back, not like this...

As this realization came to her, she dropped her hands to her sides as her gaze settled upon her lifeless human body as it laid there like a lifeless husk, discarded like an animal that had only been used and bred for one purpose. Now that that purpose was over, she was no longer useful to anyone. She was dead and she hadn't gotten a say in all of it. Her human life was over and she was now just a ghost of what she used to be. The life she wanted to live, was not a life that was within her grasp, it had been snatched from her control and ended in a pool of blood. She couldn't go back to Zeltiva, not like this. It would break her parent's hearts, no... She had to leave, go to a place where no one knows her. With that point, she drifted away, leaving behind along with her dead body, her human bonds...

Post-creation

Coming Soon...

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by **Shalita Farlay** on August 6th, 2014, 8:36 am

Knowledge & Lores
"Knowledge, like air, is vital to life. Like air, no one should be denied it..."

Languages

Fluent Language: Common
Poor Language: Symenos

Skills

Skill	EXP	Total	Proficiency
Materialization	10[SP] + 10[RB] + 3	= 23/100	Novice
Possession	20[SP]	#	Novice
Soulmist Projection	20[SP]	#	Novice

Lores

Lore: Kenash Layout
Lore: Becoming a Ghost
Lore: Timothy Mered
Lore: Reminded of Death
Lore: Colour of Death
Lore: Feeling Excluded, Abandoned...
Lore: Conversation makes me feel alive
Lore: Offering to Haunt
Lore: A Pang of Sadness
Lore: Melancholy, Stalking the Hooded Man
Lore: Death by the Harvest
Lore: Raped by a Symenestra
Lore: Recounting one's own death
Lore: Compassion for a Thief

Location: Dry Island
Location: Jed's Bed and Boxes
Location: Traveler's Complex
Kalinor: Home of the Symenestra

The Purple Plant: Flower or Weed?

Reunion: A Ghost and a Thief
Nickolai: Breaks into Buildings
Nickolai: Thief
Nickolai: Promises to Avenge Me.
Nickolai: Intelligent
Promise to Nickolai: I will Stay for You
Timothy: Mark on his Face
Timothy: Has a Master
Timothy: A Tragic Backstory

Fearful Memories: A Past Best Left Forgotten
Death: A Grieved Acceptance
'Life' as a Ghost: I wish I could feel his embrace...

Total Lores Earned = 31

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by **Shalita Farlay** on August 6th, 2014, 8:48 am

Inventory
"How you look at it is pretty much how you'll see it..."

Possessions

Backpack

- Backpack
- Journal
- Quill
- Ink [One Oz]

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Ledger

Purchase	Cost	Total
Starting	+100 GM	100 GM
No housing	+500 GM	600 GM
Journal	-3 GM	597 GM
Quill	-1 SM	596 GM 9 SM
Ink (One Oz)	-1 GM	595 GM 9 SM

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by **Shalita Farlay** on August 6th, 2014, 8:51 am

Relationships
"When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are..."

Known People

Nickolai Marin

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by **Shalita Farlay** on August 6th, 2014, 8:58 am

Thread List
"They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite..."

Threads

Autumn, 514 AV

Summer 514 AV

Flashbacks

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