Islena

[Islena]

Islena Work in Progress! Physical Information Race: Konti Age: 66, 27th of Summer, 444 Sex: Female Physical Description Islena is of medium height, 5’5 with the typical pale Konti skin. Her hair is a silvery white, her eyes a beautiful, crisp shade of blue. Her hair fell below her shoulder in soft waves, normally worn down and flowing. She had delicate gills on either side of her neck, just below her ears, though they were usually covered by her hair. The structure of her face was very delicate, smooth lines of jaw and cheek gave her an overall appearance that of a younger, innocent girl. Other than her big, striking blue eyes, the only color that splashed the woman’s face was her lush red lips. Her form was slender and wisplike, small of frame and rather breakable looking. However, the petite woman possessed more strength than it appeared. Covering the backs of her hands and ankles to mid-calf were iridescent tattoo-like scales. On the back of her neck was her gnosis mark, granted by Avalis, that allows her to sense the weather. Character Concept Always graceful and delicate, Islena was the picture of elegance in public. She moved and spoke with an innate grace that many women would be jealous of. Always speaking softly and politely, Islena preferred listening to talking. However, when she had something important to say, she made herself heard. Assertive when she needed to be, in a firm but civil way. She speaks only the truth, but is never brutally honest in an attempt to avoid any and all conflict. Among her very few close friends and family was the only time Islena let her proper air disperse. Only then did she laugh easily, eyes taking on a warm happiness, a delicate flush gracing her cheeks. Overall she was a very positive person, out to see the best in the people around her and her situations. Islena was the victim of abuse at the hands of a stranger as a child, and therefore shied from any violence as well as physical contact from those she did not know. She hurt not a living thing, going out of her way to pass through the world and leave it undisturbed in her wake. This aversion for causing hurt and pain leaves the woman completely, utterly defenseless. She was there to learn and watch, not make ripples on the surface of other’s lives, nor make too many footprints as time marched on. Buttons of all shapes, sizes and colors were Islenas secret passion. Whether she found them lying around or on another person’s clothing, it didn’t matter. She tries to collect them all. Winter is her favorite time of year. She adores bundling up and watching the snow fall. When she does let loose, playing in the snow was also a favorite. She hardly ever delved into her passions unless she was alone, such as reading or sewing. However, she held an immense, irrational fear of horses and bugs. If there was a horse in the vicinity, Islena wasn’t there for long. If there was a bug in the room, Islena would refuse to enter until it was gone. She preferred that they were removed, not killed. Everything had its purpose. Character History [Under Construction, here are the basics] Islena was haunted by nightmares as a child, which many of the elders thought was foresight. Try as they might to train the girl to control the visions, they were unable to stop the horrendous nightmares that plagued her. She saw herself nightly get beaten and abused by strangers, unable to do anything about it. As a young girl, Islena withdrew into herself, keeping the worst of the nightmares from everyone. Not even her mother knew exactly what was happening to the small girl. Before long, Islena just sat and watched as her sisters and cousins played, always in the corner or along the wall, never in the thick of things. This became such a part of her personality that few people ever questioned it. One summer, a stranger appeared in Mura, claiming he was looking to mate. Of course, this was a big deal. Those women who hadn’t been possessed by the calling pampered the stranger, and though he returned their attentions in like manner, he was drawn to the small, overly-quiet girl that left whenever he came around. He was the man from her dreams. Her nightmares. Attempting to take her as his mate, although Islena was only a child, she resisted. Angered, the man beat her severely and then fled. He was gone by the time anyone found her, battered and broken. While Islena’s body healed quickly, broken bones mending, bruises fading, her mind did not heal so quickly. Naturally, the girl withdrew into herself even more, barely even talking now to her mother and sisters, and shying away from physical and emotional contact. It was on her birthday, the day she turned twenty five, which Islena was taken by The Calling. She didn’t make it a big ordeal, gathering her things and saying goodbye to everybody, even those who she hadn’t spoken to in years. And she left. Training & Skill Points Meditation: 5/100 (+5 SP) Massage: 10/100 (+10 SP) Cooking: 30/100 (+ 20 SP +10 RB) Organization: 15/100 (+15 SP) Lores Being Taught Sign Language Equipment/Possessions One long, pale blue dress Mid-calf, sturdy supple leather boots Mid-thigh traveling cloak, white, with matching gloves 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: 1 Set of Toiletries (comb, brush, razor, soap) 1 eating knife Flint & Steel Key necklace and chain Ledger 100 gold Miza’s