Hilana

[Hilana]

Race: Benshira Birthday & Age: Spring, 487 AV; 22 years old Gender: Female Hilana stands about 5'6", 145 pounds, and sports a deep tan from the Eyktoli sun. Her dark, waist-length hair is a rich chocolate brown with natural red highlights in it, and despite the deceivingly wavy top layer, it is quite thick and curly. Her hair is generally worn loose or with a number of little braids strung throughout, or covered with a scarf. While most Benshira have either green eyes or blue eyes, Hilana has both - her right eye is blue, while her left eye is green. She wears a small gold hoop in her left nostril, and has many piercings in both ears, from lobe to the cartilage, and has an assortment of small gold rings and studs with coloured glass on them. She has no tattoos, but enjoys painting with henna. She likes to dress very comfortably in brightly coloured clothes, from saris to skirts to pants to vests. The baby of the family, Hilana was essentially allowed to run wild after her mother was stolen. Raised by her childless aunt, she was an utter brat growing up, desperate to get attention from her older siblings and her father. Despite all odds, Hilana has matured into a hard-working, headstrong young woman who puts a lot of emphasis on her family, her god, Yahal, and her people, caring very much for all three. While she can still be very much the hell-raiser, Hilana, for the most part, is rather calm and relaxed in her demeanour. She finds joy in the simple things - a bird in flight, brushing her horse, working the loom, inhaling the fragrances of fresh tea and herbs... She is very creative, and enjoys what outlets she can - weaving, dancing, singing, music, tea-making... she likes it all. She is proud of her people and their culture, but stubborn and proud to a fault. Hilana is the daughter of a wealthy Benshira merchant, Lebaoth, and his wife, Maruth. When Hilana was barely few weeks old, her mother, Maruth and her sister, Sarala, were stolen by Symenestra and taken as surrogates. Barren Sarala stayed to take care of her sister, and while the industrious Benshira did do their very best to escape, it was not until Maruth's death that Sarala did manage to get out, and fled, eventually making her way back to Lebaoth and his young family to pass on the devastating news. Sarala, who had never been married because of her barren state, was taken in by Lebaoth to help care for the children - Namah, Marah, Athalia, and Hilana... four girls. There had been a son between Athalia and Hilana, Yael, but he died in infancy, shortly before Hilana was born. Hilana, being the youngest, was a spoiled child. Wild and uncontrollable, Sarala did her best with her youngest niece, but Hilana was so difficult it was easier to just throw her at the mercy of the older children herding the flocks. This way, she could focus more of her attention was on the other girls, as Lebaoth was inattentive to his youngest at best. This worked off at least some of the girl's energy and made her relatively useful. But even still, Hilana managed to get into perhaps far too much mischief in her quest for attention and to a small degree, approval. Being the youngest wasn't easy, after all, especially when you had three older sisters... Namah, the eldest, was the apple of her father's eye, and gentle and proper Marah and Athalia were nearly as perfect. But Hilana... Hilana was the one who stole their mother's veil that Namah was supposed to wear for her betrothal, and rode away with it on her horse. That veil was never the same... nor has it ever smelled the same. It is doubtful that Namah, nor the middle two sisters, ever forgave her. But at the time, that hardly mattered to Hilana - because she had the veil that she wanted to wear. Much to her family's shock and relief, Hilana settled down in her own time - not because of anything they did, but because she decided to. Whether it was because the wild hairs got smoothed out or just hidden away, Lebaoth didn't know. But there was much praise, prayers, and thanks to Yahal that the wild child seemed a little more tractable and just a little more biddable.

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Skills Dancing: 10/100 Riding: 8/100 Starting: 5 3 here. Horsemanship: 5/100 Sling: 10/100 Herbalism: 5/100 Plant Identification: 5/100 Tea-Making: 10/100 Cooking: 18/100 Starting: 15 3 here. Singing: 1/100 1 here. Lore Local Edible Flora - Eyktol Local Teas - Eyktol

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Clothing 1 set of clothing - brightly colored choli, wide-legged pants, sari 1 pair soft leather boots 1 travel cloak Items Waterskin Backpack 1 Set Toiletries 1 Eating Knife Family Heirloom: Mother's copper teapot with two matching small copper and wood cups Large Tent Tarp 100 ft Rope Flint & Steel Lantern 2 Torches Bedroll Blanket Fishing Tackle and Hooks Full set of tack Large set of Saddle Bags Animals 1 Riding Horse - Eyktoli Desertbred

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100 Gold Mizas

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Flashbacks: [Flashback] Reining In Trouble [Flashback] A Suitable Trade Summer 509 AV Day 40: Family: Leth's Favourite Joke