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Tavia
Race Human, Mixed
Gender Female
Age 25 years
Date of Birth 14th day of Spring, 495AV
Current Location Lhavit
Profession TBD
Languages Common, fluent. Shiber, basic.
Housing TBC
Birthplace Zeltiva
Model Dalianah Arekion
The Architect, INTJ-A
Race Human, Mixed
Gender Female
Age 25 years
Date of Birth 14th day of Spring, 495AV
Current Location Lhavit
Profession TBD
Languages Common, fluent. Shiber, basic.
Housing TBC
Birthplace Zeltiva
Model Dalianah Arekion
The Architect, INTJ-A
History
Tavia Malech is, bluntly put, a mongrel. Her heritage is one of great variation and unclear history. She had a mother, as all people do, and Maria Malech herself was part Drykas, part Svefra and part common Human. Her father's story, and even his name, have been unknown to Tavia all her life, though the copper tones of her skin and the cool blue of her eyes have led Tavia to think her paternal people were Benshira. It is this reason that Tavia, as a girl, began to learn the Shiber language (though her understanding of this language remains very limited). She has no memory of either parent, having been raised by her maternal uncle, himself being a withdrawn man who preferred papers and documents to people.
Royston Malech was a scholar, and having never married himself he did not expect, or desire, to share his life with a child. But when his sister – his younger, sweet-natured little sister – arrived heavily pregnant, Royston could do nothing but welcome her inside his quiet life. When she died shortly after giving life to a daughter, Royston found himself tied to the child by duty. Those first few years of Tavia's existence were painful for both, and Royston teetered on the edge of giving the child away several times, but he eventually accepted her permanence in his life.
Tavia’s childhood was one swamped with words like duty and pursuit. She grew up knowing that the bliss of her childhood would be short-lived, and indeed it seemed hardly any time had passed at all before her uncle deemed her literate enough to begin taking notes and reading for him. She hardly understood the words, and though he at times grew impatient with her mispronunciations, the girl came to relish the precious time spent with her uncle. Soon enough, their reading and writing sessions gave way to lively debates, and Tavia came to realise that, similar to farmers raising a lamb for slaughter, Royston had raised her to challenge and investigate, and to continue his own work and intellectual lineage.
Tavia Malech is, bluntly put, a mongrel. Her heritage is one of great variation and unclear history. She had a mother, as all people do, and Maria Malech herself was part Drykas, part Svefra and part common Human. Her father's story, and even his name, have been unknown to Tavia all her life, though the copper tones of her skin and the cool blue of her eyes have led Tavia to think her paternal people were Benshira. It is this reason that Tavia, as a girl, began to learn the Shiber language (though her understanding of this language remains very limited). She has no memory of either parent, having been raised by her maternal uncle, himself being a withdrawn man who preferred papers and documents to people.
Royston Malech was a scholar, and having never married himself he did not expect, or desire, to share his life with a child. But when his sister – his younger, sweet-natured little sister – arrived heavily pregnant, Royston could do nothing but welcome her inside his quiet life. When she died shortly after giving life to a daughter, Royston found himself tied to the child by duty. Those first few years of Tavia's existence were painful for both, and Royston teetered on the edge of giving the child away several times, but he eventually accepted her permanence in his life.
Tavia’s childhood was one swamped with words like duty and pursuit. She grew up knowing that the bliss of her childhood would be short-lived, and indeed it seemed hardly any time had passed at all before her uncle deemed her literate enough to begin taking notes and reading for him. She hardly understood the words, and though he at times grew impatient with her mispronunciations, the girl came to relish the precious time spent with her uncle. Soon enough, their reading and writing sessions gave way to lively debates, and Tavia came to realise that, similar to farmers raising a lamb for slaughter, Royston had raised her to challenge and investigate, and to continue his own work and intellectual lineage.
