Dayo
of the Red Orchid
of the Red Orchid
Appearance
Race: Myrian
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Birthday: Fall 19th, 493
Birthplace: Taloba
Appearance: Dayo is an average height for a Myrian, although tall for Alvadas standards, at over 6 feet tall. She carries herself with confidence and a smile, white teeth contrasting her complexion. Her skin is a light brown, and marked with a collection of tattoos on her upper arms and back. There is a small scar on her chest, just over her heart, from the Red Orchid ritual performed after her birth. The back of her right hand holds a golden vortex, the mark of her gift from Priskil. She has well muscled arms, from both her pottery and training with her mother. Her hair is long, curly, and naturally dark brown, although she usually has at least part of it dyed to a lighter blond. She generally wears it at least partially tied up, to keep it out of the clay she works with. Her facial features are strong, with sharp cheekbones and dark eyes.
Character Concept
Dayo has a smiling, friendly personality, always ready for a laugh or a drink. Her passion knows no bounds, and Dayo devotes a great deal of her time to her friends, family and art. Too often she leaves little time for herself, and more often than not the Myrian is exhausted, at the end of the day. She will never deny a request for help, but never asks for herself, not wanting to burden others with her troubles.
In an effort to hide her woes, Dayo has kept some of her greatest troubles a secret from even her mother. Her troubles with Idris, her former lover, are a perfect example of this. Though it’s been nearly a year since the two separated, Dayo has never really recovered, barely able to even consider the idea of future romance. Even the sound of yelling causes Dayo to shrink and grow quiet, and the woman will often run if the anger is directed towards her.
Although she barely remembers her time among the Myrians, she is proud of her culture, and what her mother has taught her. She shows that in her pottery, frequently adding designs of tigers, weapons, and orchids to her work. Dayo is similar in her relationship with Priskil, for although she does not formally worship the goddess, she shows respect through her art and her actions.
History
Dayo spent her early childhood among the Red Orchid tribe in Taloba, but her memories of it are faint, consisting only of vague images of jungles, flowers, and fighting. She grew up in truth in Alvadas, among the shifting streets and bizzare illusions. Her mother, HessaSee Relations, taught her the ways of their tribe, and Dayo grew up with pride in her culture and a healthy competency with the kukri.
As she grew up, Dayo tried many trades, and although her mother tried to get her to become an herbalist, she fell in love with the combination of practicality and art that was pottery. As a girl she was happy and warm, and made friends with both children and adults alike. One of these was a florist by the name of Lisa, who always seemed to have the most beautiful sunflowers on hand. It later became clear that Lisa was Priskil in disguise when Dayo was granted a mark of LuminescenceSee gnosis story.
Although Dayo dated in her youth, and had her fair share of romance, it wasn’t until she was 20 that she first fell in love. Her name was Idris, a second generation Alvadan of Inartan heritage. The woman was a vinter, and first captured Dayo’s attention when attempting to sell her a bottle of wine. Their romance was fast and passionate, and within a season Dayo had moved into Idris’ cottage, leaving the apartment she’d grown up in.
It wasn’t until the first year had passed that their relationship began changing from what it had once been. Idris’ family winery hadn’t been successful, and so every day the Inartan came home stressed and angry. Dayo learned to be quiet and let her lover vent, but as time passed the venting became yelling, and the yelling became something worse. It took her over a year to realize that their relationship had changed to something of anger and control, and that she’d simply been sitting and letting herself be hurt in the name of love. Unable to break up in person, Dayo left while Idris was at work, moving back to her childhood home. Though Idris tried to visit, Dayo avoided her like a plague, refusing to speak to or even see the woman. While she never told her mother what had really happened, Hassa had her suspicions, but kept her worries to herself.
