Atia

[Atia]

Atia (Duria) Appearance Race: Inarta Caste: Endal Gender: Female Age: 23 Birthday: 5th Summer 491 AV Birthplace: Wind Reach Appearance: Atia is short at a mere 5 ft and weighs 110 lbs. She has a pale complexion along with a light blue eye color. Her most prominent feature is her fiery red hair which is naturally straight and has small braids scattered around filled with glass beads and adorned with eagle feathers. Her only piercing is on her left nostril and is decorated with an array of glass beads. Due to her exercises, she is fit and slightly muscular and her active lifestyle allows her to maintain this. Her face is always set in a determined snarl, her lips tightly pressed together and eyebrows scrunched up. Character Concept Atia is an active young woman who prefers to spend her days out with the eagles or hunting than staying cooped up in her room or socializing with people. Her blunt way of speech and quiet nature doesn't help her in making friends either. Atia is naturally distrustful, this also hinders the friend-making process. She is harsh around people she doesn't know and occasionally around those she does. Atia can be extremely focused when she wants to be, focusing deeply on one thing or the other and ensuring it's completion. She is extremely smart in this respect, she always has an answer to the most complex of situations. Her one true passion in life is Wind Eagles. Though she is still a long way from becoming an expert, it doesn't deter Atia goal of one day becoming Tavina. Character History Atia was born in Wind Reach to a set of Endal parents. She was one of the rare single births. When she was three her mother died whilst riding her Wind Eagle. This embedded a hatred and fear of the creatures inside of Atia. She lived with her father instead for the next five years of her life clinging onto him. She steered clear of the Wind Eagles in Wind Reach. At age she moved to the youth center where, for the first year or two, she tried desperately to become an Avora since she wanted nothing to do with the fearsome birds. One of her Bendi assignments at age ten was to help clean out the aeries. Scared and alone albeit three others, Atia cautiously moved around the aeries with an intense amount of fear. A few hours later and Atia had warmed up to the birds and her dreams and aspirations changed from glassmaking to becoming Tavina. However, at age 14, a year before her caste would be chosen, her father died. Atia never found out how, but the pain and grievance she felt was incomparable to any feeling she had ever felt before. She had to learn to cry in secret and a wall was formed, blocking out any true feelings she had. Atia was allowed to become an Endal and her dreams continued, but she never quite got over her father's death. To feel so attached to her parents, or more specifically her father, was a strange occurrence for the Inarta, one that Atia linked with losing her mother first and then her father. It was nice sometimes to know that someone was out their for her, but after her father's death she realized that no one was. Her Eagle Name: Duria Gender: Male Type: Golden Eagle Age: 11 Bonding Story: Meeting Your Other Half Language Fluent Language: Nari Basic Language: Common Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Falconry 10 RB 10 Novice Riding (Wind Eagle) 25 SP 25 Novice Short Bow 10 SP 10 Novice Hunting 10 SP 10 Novice Navigation 5 SP 5 Novice Lores Lore: Longing for a Family Lore: Hiding your Tears 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 100 Gold Mizas Heirloom: An old, mew that belonged to her father Housing Location: Wind Reach House: A simple 20x20, single room cottage containing a hearth, bunk, chest, chair and small table. Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Thread List   Fall 514 AV None yet!   Flashbacks Meeting Your Other Half (Bonding Thread) -- Grading in pending...