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Name: Hadara Komine Gender: Female Age: 22 years Born: Winter 10th, 492 AV Race: Human, Benshira Height: 5'6
Physical Description
Hadara is built in long, powerful lines with a fluid brand of grace you would usually find on a Kelvic. And being naturally wiry has aided in her woodsman physique, lending itself to strong arms and long legs. At the expense of curves of course, leaving her with slim hips and a nearly flat chest. Her color is darker then the typical Northerner, but the bright eyes that are the signature of the Benshira have paled in Hadara. She fears that this may be the result of her fathers mixed blood. And as opposed to her culture the Benshira usually wears her hair long, where it reaches the small of her back in a wavy curtain, and can be seen pinning holly and snowberry through it for luck.
Her kind face frames large, strangely wild pale eyes alight with a strong curiosity. She has a few scars, but the most prominent are lateral incisions across the palms of her hands and one just below her collarbone; which where made when she was inducted into Reimancy. Both these traits tend to hint at a more learned mind, or at least an experienced one. Which makes it all the more bizarre when her dress code is governed by necessity, and she is perfectly fine prancing about naked if the weather is kind. Although when near the city you can find her in her usual attire of an embroidered white off-shoulder blouse, a long yellow skirt and a leather underbust vest.
With the endowment of her Phylonura gnosis she is slowly giving way to more feral tendencies, along with losing of her more inhibited side. She tends to speak volumes through body language. Holding herself in higher, dominant poses when aggressive or nervous and using touch to convey affection being the most obvious signs. It has come to the point where snarls, growls and feline purrs have worked their way into her typical expressions so naturally its hardly jarring even if she starts hissing at you like an angry goose. Nothing about her is forced or uncertain, nor does she fight her impulses.
Character Concept
Strong willed, fiery, and territorial would be words that describe her very well. But so would motherly, curious and affectionate. What the rude crowd would call 'volatile' and the more open minded as just 'unpredictable'. She is of the frame of mind where she would jump to the aid of someone at great risk to herself, but could also sit by and watch that same person be devoured by wolves because "wolves need to eat too". She is so strongly tied to her bionme that almost every decision has its welfare in mind, even above a humans. Something the Syrian population is not very willing to forgive.
She considers herself a Phylonura witch first and formost, and a Benshira second. But her ansesteral roots show through her infaluable work ethic and hardiness, her colorful view of celebration, and through the strong ties she makes. Over the years she has found that it is getting harder and harder to relate to humans, an enevibility she fights agressivly, but anyone who cracks her wilder impulsions can find themselves a loyal friend.
She also has a profound curiosity towards people, her surroundings, magic and more scholarly topics if she can get her hands on a book. She has a hard time accepting things without understanding them, and can hardly tear herself away from mysteries withought stripping it down to see how it works. To her, innocence is not something to be defended but to be corrected like a childhood malady. And willful ignorance is nothing short of criminal. And with this burning curiosity is the desire to travel the world, but like a good knight she will not leave her post until she is sure she is no longer needed.
History
Hadara was born to one of the many farmer families that worked the Syrian fields at the Mithryn Outpost, growing up as the only child of two healthy parents. She worked with her family as soon as she could pull a weed, and was happy doing so, to a point. She was never happy in the bustling village, and the bustling village was never happy with her. She was one of those strange children that played in fantasies by herself. Who spent her time cultivating the weeds that grew between the cracks in the cobblestone as her personal garden, would crawl around mimicking the many stray dogs and spend more time trying to befriend the scrawny, spitting cats then other children.
And then, at six years old, Caihya found some sort of interest in the child and marked her as her own. Tasking her with caring for the forest and what lived there. Her parents were thrilled to have a gnosis in the family, and would let her go about her exploration of her new mark. But still being in close ties with her rather large extended family, she made a point of coming home one every season or two to check on them.
Then the spring storm of 512 happened. And it was a huge blow to the city and the surrounding land. The storm killed both parents, a old and frail as they were. And Hadara left as soon as the storm settled down. She did not help with the restoration and didn't stay long enough to see their dead buried. She left to restore her ruined land and hasn't been back for over a year, something her family still harbours resentment for.
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Hadara is deeply spiritual and respects all of the gods (though she does not know of them all) and understands their place in the scheme of things. Mind you, her faith, though strong, is not blind and she tends to take greater impressions for the divine the keep contact or are engaged with mortals. Mainly her worship is for Bala, Caiyha and Kihala.
Gnosis
Hadara is marked with the Phylonura gnosis, which appears as a forest scene dominated by a towering copperwood tree stretching from elbow to shoulder on her left arm, with Caiyha's symbol of a triskelion melded into the knotted wood. A red fox slinks through the bottom corner, a large Elk buck stands in front, and a closer look would reveal branches and undergrowth teeming with birds, snakes and squirrels. And staring at it too long enforces a strange sense of vertigo, since the gnosis moves as if alive. The leaves and grass shimmer in a strange wind, birds ruffle their feathers and the Elk sometimes seems to paw the ground or twitch its ears.
This mark gifts her with the knowledge she needs to keep the temperate forests balanced and the ability to comunicate with plants and animals with the language of Nura. And, more discreetly, an ability to utilize the landscape and survive in the wilds.
Gnosis Story :
Summer 67, 495
It is grain harvesting season. Barley, to be tecnical. Not that it matters, for to a six-year-old it all starts looking the same after a while.
An adult had parted the way before her with a long scythe, and Hadara is tasked with collecting the shorn stalks into manageable bundles with lengths of string. She is disappointed again this year, for not only is she not allowed to manage the long, lethal-looking tool, she has been denied the use of even its more stubby and harmless cousin, the sickle. Everyone seems to think she will end up gutting herself with it.
She is almost done her row, and is getting close to the low stone wall that marks the boundries of her little world. The dogwoods are blooming this time of year, and little flurries of fluffy bits of cotton pile against the break like a snowdrift. And she longs to drop her work like so much baggage and run through it all like a wild thing.
But under the swish and rustle of cut stalks there is a different, more intrusive noise. A distant shouting. It sounds like children's voices. Not the panicky type, but like a mob edging on a dangerous dare, or a fight. Hadara keeps her head down until she finishes her row, and then looks around with the pre tense of stretching. Whatever is happening, its happening in the western part of the field. And that part hasnt been harvested yet, effectively hiding the excitement from view.
Nobody seems to care about the shouting, and usually Hadara would agree. Scuffles with children are common, and besides, there is work to be done. But her curiosity gets the better of her, and with a covert glance over her shoulder to make sure nobody will call her back, she disapears into the western field.
The shouts get closer and closer, rising and falling with shrieks and devilish laughter untill Hadara stummbles upon the scene. Six boys and girls from the neighbouring families form a half-moon circle around something they have trapped against the wall. They howl with a manic sort of laugher as one boy, armed with a coveted sickle, seems to inch forward only to dance back with fear amid jeers and small shrieks from the more jumpy girls.
"Stop, you'll hurt it!", shrieks the six year old, for she has seen scenes like this. And she battles her way through elbows and shoulders to get at whatever poor, toutured creature they have trapped. Confusion commences as the already jumpy children start at the noise, and with some confused shouting and one graceless shove she falls flat on her face into their little ring.
And she knows something is wrong as a hush immediately descends over the previously noisy band. Hadara, suddenly terrified, slowly peels her face out of the dirt and comes face to face with the most evil looking snake she has ever seen. It does not rattle or hiss, but sits wound in taunt coils as thick as her wrist, displaying a wide, square mouth as white as the dogwood. Which her face tries to copy as all the blood evacuates her face in favour of her heart, that had taken up a rhythm in her ears as loud as a wardrum.
The word "Cottonmouth" assaults her brain, as this is one of the many types of snakes her mother has warned her about. And right on the heel of this word comes the inevitable words "deadly" and "aggressive" that her mother uses to try to explain to the child why you should not offer it your tender face. Hadara stares down the snake not two feet away and begins pulling herself backwards, slowly and carefully. And only once she has enough room to put a boxcart between herself and the offending reptile does she stand up, equally slowly and carefully.
The group lets out a collective breath, if only to resume its previous bluster.
"What are you doing 'Dara, you twat. You better not cry, that wad'nt my fault", huffs Jaklile, the ringleader. "Stop getting in the way."
And thats it, she was dismissed. The boy turns his back on her and tries to cajole the kid with the scythe back into killing it. Hadara, for her part, hangs back. Its just a snake, and snakes kill people in the field much more then anyone wants to admit. But the child cant shake the pronounced sense of wrong she's feeling from them killing it. She's tried to save plenty of cats, frogs and one terrified bat from the clutches of children. And sometimes she even succeeds. But snakes are evil. Everyone knows that...
"Leave it alone Jaklile!" She hears herself shout, hands balled up into tiny fists. Snakes are no more evil then frogs or cats, she decides, its just doing what snakes do. And she will fight for this one too.
"You know what? Fine!" Jaklile steps back and waves the scrawny child over with an oversweeping wave. "Its all yours 'Dara. You get it out."
He's got her there. She looks left and right for help, but the other children still have their backs to her. She even briefly considers running for her parents, but if the children don't slaughter the snake by then, the adults she brings back probably will. She bubbles like a helpless fish, defeated, until a stronger determination takes over.
"Fine", she mirrors back to the burly boy, starting forward with the sort of determined, battle-ready look belonging to mercenaries and barroom brawlers. "Fine", she pulls her shirt off over her head. "Fine", she elbows her way past him and his dumbfounded expression. Now the other children have stopped to gap at this precession, making no move to stop her as she throws her shirt over the tense snake.
Then, heart back to pounding across her temples, she pinches the edge of her shirt down. And carfully, oh so carefully, Hadara slides the edge firmly along the floor, scooping up the tense snake with her makeshift bag. But her terrified concentration is broken by a collective shriek and a scamper of running feet from the little mob as they run away in fright. The snake had struck through the thin cotton, and the child pinches her eyes shut from the sight of the wide mouth clinging to her skinny wrist.
Her first instinct, the same as every childs, is to scream herself hoarse. But Hadara finds that she can't, or she doesn't want too. Besides, it doesn't even hurt. And it takes her a long moment to realize that that cant be right.
The girl hazards to open her eyes, and what she sees pushes all thoughts of running or screaming out of her mind. The snakes broad head is not a wrapped around her wrist at all, but rather has muscled its way through the bags opening and rests on top of her fist, as tame as a kitten. And looking past this incredible sight she sees another strange image; a woman, dressed elegantly in green, with moss and flowers woven through her hair. Though she wears a kindly smile it makes her look no less wild. And Hadara knows at once who she is, though she cant say why. She's the goddess Caiyha.
The goddess bows down to kiss the top of Hadara's head, passing her hand over the girls bare arm. "You did well my child", is all she says. Hadara blinks and Chaiyha is gone. Leaving behind the sweet smell of petrocol and the tingling sensation of a newly formed gnosis mark.
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Fluent: Common Basic: Fratava Poor: Turkant Gnosis: Nura
Ledger
Backpack
-wire brush -bone comb -razor -soap -food for a week -waterskin -eating knife -flint and steel -cooking utensil -clay mug -tea leaves
Equipment
- small iron pot -one person tent -old shortbow (heirloom) -splitting axe -quiver -20 game arrows -yavas -bedroll -rope, hemp (50 feet) -large saddlebags
Loyal, surefooted, mischievous. A well-rounded mount with a solid relationship of trust between his rider. Usually ridden with a Yavas and without a headstall, capable of being driven with Nuran language. Has the ability to glow in the dark, and tends to shimmer in daylight.
![[Work in progress]](./images/wip.png "[Work in progress]")
Hadara Komine (WIP) 
by Katijia on December 14th, 2012, 5:46 am 
Name: Banner