Telia Daggersong

[Telia Daggersong]

Telia Daggersong Physical Description Telia stands at a rather short five feet and two inches - leaving the heaviest and most militant bows and spears rather ineffective in her grasp. However, despite the lack of height her body is finely crafted of wiry muscle and sinew, honed on the hard nomadic trails of her homeland. Her face is slim and angular, with high cheekbones and a narrow, slanted brow granting the young adult a predatory, hawklike visage. Her skin is dark, signifying the hours she spends lurking in the tall grass under the beating sun. Her hair falls straight and true about her face and neck, the edge of the dark brown locks falling to just below the small of her back. She almost always wears the deep green cloth tunic and sash of her clan, the fabric flowing about her body, rarely kept static amidst the windswept plains. Her windmarks spiral outward from her shoulder, encompassing her upper arm, shoulderblade, and the upper right portion of her breast. Name: Telia Daggersong Race: Human (Drykas) Age: 17 Birthday: Season of Fall, Day 1, 505 AV Character Concept Astoundingly tranquil for a girl of her age and vitality, Telia ha something of a reputation amongst her family and close friends for being incredibly difficult to distract – perhaps to a fault, her father would likely concede. The traditional stubborn nature so common to the nomadic Drykas seems to have manifested itself in Telia’s razor focus and ability to remain motionless for literally hours on end. Though not particularly skilled with a bow (many of the weapons were simply too big for the girl), her skill with snares and traps grew by leaps and bounds with every passing season. This led her to develop a sort of immovable patience that astounded elders and vexed antagonists (and suitors). Her refusal to move or act without having a perfect plan for a given situation has earned her an eccentric label in some circles, though none dare call her lazy for fear of winding up on the receiving end of a ‘misplaced’ snare. Though Telia rarely spoke of it, her life revolved around the concept of survival. The raw presence of death in the Drykas culture had ensured that the girl had seen her fair share by adulthood, though the loss of her mother and sister to bandits during her ninth year left scars that would likely never heal. The world was a cruel place, she knew – and weakness was not to be tolerated. This, combined with her ironclad patience, left potential suitors in something of a frustrating position. The girl seemed determined not to take a husband, for reasons that nobody could seem to discern. Telia, however, was well aware of her justification – though to this date she had not informed a soul as to just what it was. Not much of a hobbyist, Telia meet most frivolous acts with subtle (if not marked) disdain. Instead choosing to spend hours of leisure time devoting herself to various arts that could prove useful to her family, Telia’s pastimes included small game hunting and gathering and mixing of poultices. She admittedly had a soft spot for animals both tame and feral, though when questioned she would obstinately claim that it was only due to their potential as tools. Character History The youngest of three children born of Tarek Trueflight, a skilled fletcher, and Area Moonstrand, a huntress, Telia quickly gained renown as something of a runt of the litter. Throughout her early childhood it became clear that she would never grow to be as tall and strong as her brother, a burly, stocky man who frequently bested others his age in feats of strength and skill with a javelin, or as bright as her sister, whose ability to recognize herbs at a young age merely by scent became something of a local legend in their family’s pavilion. As such, she was raised under the impression that she would have to be married off and taught some sort of weaving or mending skill to be of any use. Telia, however, had decidedly different notions on just how useful she would prove to be. Whereas her siblings found solace in their strength and smarts, Telia took refuge in her wit and wiles, using her small size to her advantage to become a tree-climbing, trap-setting devil of a creature. Wonderfully light-hearted and mischievous in her early years, she quickly earned the nickname “Little Vixen”, an affectionate moniker bestowed upon her by her elder sister. Sadly, the status quo is rarely maintained in the Sea of Grass. At the age of nine, poachers seeking to steal a famous Strider horse slaughtered Telia’s mother and elder sister. The event left significant emotional scars on the young girl that she carried with her for the rest of her life. The once tricky, springy girl became quiet and impossibly reserved, replacing her bounding, frolicking movements and demeanor with a steady, careful gait. Suddenly, the world seemed to be filled with lies. The brilliant huntress had been out matched and murdered on her own soil, and the healer’s own herbs could do nothing to stave off death’s frozen talons. The act was brutal – and, as Telia soon realized, completely random. It took the girl about a year to recover from her despair, 365 days of foggy memories and half-hearted hunting in honor of her mother. It was during this time that Telia discovered her gift with snare setting, a talent that only continued to blossom as she learned one of the primary rules of the plains. Preparedness became a mantra of constant importance, almost to the point of obsession. The free-thinking, cheerful girl of years ago had been replaced with a methodical and calculating huntress who played to her strengths and allowed no action without proper anticipation - a true vixen, her father would often remark. At the age of sixteen, it became apparent that the girl could hold her own amidst the tribe, though suitors from other pavilions still came calling for the brown-haired vixen who had apparently once set a snare so tricky that she trapped four rabbits and a groundhog in one trap. To her father’s surprise, however, Telia refused to entertain such offerings. Over the year that followed, many would come seeking the girl’s hand, and (to the frustration of her family) each was categorically refused. Tension grew amidst the family as pressure to marry mounted. Unfortunately, as of today the girl has not given in. Memories of her late mother and sister continue to haunt her, and the mantra of preparedness prevent her from moving on. Possessions 1 Set of Clothing (Colorful) -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak/coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Bone) -Brush (Bone) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel -Dagger -Shortbow Arrows (40) Heirloom: Hand-crafted Shortbow (standard) (30Gm value) 96 Gold Mizas Housing: 1 large tent (4 person) 1 large tarp 100 ft of rope 1 lantern 2 torches 1 bedroll 1 blanket 1 set of fishing tackle & hooks 1 bonded Strider, Yndra (Pronounced Een-dra) 1 Yvas 1 large set of yvas bags Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Buy: Dagger -2 GM 98 GM Buy: Shortbow Arrows (40) -2 GM 96 GM Skills, Lores, Magics, Gnosis, Languages Common Skills: Skill EXP Total Proficiency Horsemanship 10+10RB 20 Novice (10 racial bonus) Trapping 20 20 Novice Riding 10 10 Novice Hunting 10 10 Novice Practiced Languages: Pavi Common Fluent Language: Pavi Basic Language: Common Poor Language: Tukant Lores: Lore of Traps and Snares Lore of Drykas Culture Thread List Time Title Location 3rd Summer, 512 A.V. "Run, Rabbit, Run!" Sea of Grass

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Age

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