Krisa

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Name: Krisa Age: 20 Birthday: 1st day of Summer 493av Race: Human, Inarta Languages: Nari (Fluent) Common (Basic) ON THE SURFACE With hair like fire and deep green eyes that would pull to mind feelings of kindness. Her face is covered in a random smattering of golden freckles. She has slightly cluttered teeth, plump cherry coloured lips and slightly squinted eyes framed with long dark eyelashes. Her face is long and thin, with sallow sunken cheeks. With a slightly above average forehead perfect eyebrows and a face framed by long ginger locks without a fringe. Her chin is small and her cheekbones are high, giving her a sharp look that contrasts with the softness her eyes and lips. Her shoulders are narrow and boney, usually covered partly by thick strands of orange hair. Her collarbones stick out noticeably, her body is streamline and extremely thin. The freakles on her face travel all the way down her arms, and on her legs. On her torso and her back, the freckles are fainter, and less crowded together. Over her years as a Dek she has accumulated a few scars, the worst of them coming from a violent attack from her teenage years, and concentrated around her shoulders, chest and lower back. Her frame is slight, but sturdy. Her hands are calloused, her feet are hardened to the point where shoes are almost obsolete. Her muscle tone is actually decent, however she is much too thin for health. If one were too see her torso in the absence of garments they would surely notice the way her ribcage juts out. She is not short, and stands at 5’8”, with quite gangly, beanstalk-like legs She tends to wear her Bryda and a plain black singlet in summer because this is comfortable for her. Otherwise she will never dress in anything that limits movement.

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Krisa’s personality is something too fluid to properly grasp. Some would say she is multiple people all in the one body. When one has spent so many years barely living. Made to seem useless, worthless and unneeded they tend to develop troublesome mental illness. Krisa’s emotions fluctuate to the point where she no longer want to live, all the way up to absolute bliss. She often hears a voice in her head that leads her to do things she normally wouldn’t. She has crippling issues with anxiety that can near suffocate her, especially when she does something wrongly. Every now and then she behaves like the Inartan that she is, and speaks her mind. She can be brave, she can be reckless, she can yell and scream and threaten if her honor is questioned, or if her pride overcomes her. But this frame of mind has only begun to creep back recently. Spending a lot of her time on this planet as a lowly Dek meant that she is usually quiet, reserved and unwilling to meet the eyes of people around her. Something that is soothing to Krisa is music. She has an exceptional singing voice. Like tinkling bells, it is soft and sweet. She adores flute music the most. It immediately makes her feel better in her lowest of moments. Her imagination is as lucid as her emotions. She will have imagined several scenarios about a person that she sees on the street’s history before they have said anything to her at all. This is not to say that these imaginings are in any way accurate, in fact they are far from accurate. The ramblings of a madwoman sometimes escape out loud, even though she meant to only think them. As an Inartan another one of life’s aspects that she enjoys is birds. She connects with them and adores their bright colours and soft, downy feathers. She prefers small birds to large ones and the thought of flying atop a wind eagle frightens her. This is a shameful fear, where Krisa comes from, for obviously it should be an honor to ride such a creature of beauty. For the most part, she dislikes them because they remind her too much of her home. It is a devastating trigger for her mental ills to take control of her. Of course she respects them, however she cannot respect herself enough to ever strive to become a rider. She does not believe she is Inarten enough. She does no believe she would ever be worthy. Her strengths are futile in her own mind. She fails to give herself credit where credit is due. She is incredibly hardworking. When she sets her mind to something, she sticks with it and does not easily give in. So much of what she does is for other people. She will pour her heart and soul into helping someone she cares about. She will do anything to make them happy even to her own detriment. She has a lot of courage, even if it is just to face the next day of her life. She has a heart of gold, under all her insanity. She has a tendency to listen to the voices in her head and can do things that are out of character or completely unpredictable, as if she were a whole other person. She is extremely timid of men, especially large men. She will flat out move to the other side of the street. Even if a man offers to shake her hand, she will cringe as if he meant to hit her. Secretly she longs for the day when she can just fit in somewhere, doing something useful. She longs to have someone special in her life, a friend that will care for her as much as she would care for them.

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Secret : MY HISTORY, MY MAKING, MY SECRETS Krisa spent her first seventeen years feeling like the lowliest Dek of them all. Growing up in such a society as is the Inartens, Krisa was alienated from birth. In a broken family with both an older brother and two older sisters, Krisa was the ugly duckling. The odd one out. The outcast. The disappointment. Her older sisters name was Astya, and she was a redheaded, outspoken and beautiful young lady who showed so much potential in glasswork. Her brother showed promise in hunting and was undoubtedly valued. Krisa was… different. She had a tendency to mess things up. She was just born incredibly uncoordinated. She was useless at rockclibming. She tried so hard to become a hunter but she had the attention span of a particularly stupid fly, and would constantly mess up. She would often drop things she was asked to hold, or trip over her own, exceptionally large feet. She didn’t want to go outside and face the taunts of those who had seen her fail miserably at every task she was given, yet she hated every second spent inside her parents’ abode. She would hide in a corner and try to imagine herself as a beautiful Endal, whom everyone respected. Someone who everybody loved. She would hide within the sanctuary of her own mind, being revered by crowds of Inartens. This became somewhere she could hide whenever she felt worse. Spending most of her time in her Yasi years as a recluse, Krisa was labeled Dek as soon as it was plausible. Her anxiety and her depression left her unmotivated and unable to perform any of the duties that would make her even a simple commoner. So while her siblings went on with their lives as Avora’s, they forgot about Krisa and moved on to become successes. Unable to eat properly, sleep enough hours each night, unable sometimes, to even remember the sound of her own voice, the Dek slaved away to keep herself alive. She was treated worse than any Dek she knew. She would often be physically abused by evil members of the Inarten society. The voices in her head became louder and louder, because they were the only sense of communication Krisa could grasp. Her feet became hardened, like the soles of shoes, her hands grew calloused and her nails chipped and splintered. The only thing keeping her afloat was her inherent Inarten stubbornness. The young Dek made it day to day, but only barely. One day everything became too much and something happened that changed her life for the better. Of course it started out very negatively. A terrible, smirking and sneering Avora followed her and, in a secluded area, attempted to force himself onto her. Just seventeen at this point Krisa had never had sex before. She had never gotten so close to a man with such vile intentions. So, at first, when he showed her affection, she followed him blindly, mistaking his seduction for affection. And of course, she was not aloud to say no. There was no choice. When she discovered his motives, her mind went into unyielding panic. She fought him. She kicked him. She bit him. She fought tooth and nail to rid herself of him. She went into such a fiery rage that it was as if she were as confident and as strong as a mighty Endal. A lowly Dek fighting back, it was a sight to behold. In the end she was making far too much noise, and she was not being obedient: She had to be taught a lesson. She needed to know her place. And so he beat her to near death before forcing himself upon her. Krisa was left violated and bleeding, to die alone once he was done with her. But someone saved her life, and changed it drastically. Her name was Lemma, a mighty huntress with a strong heart and the biggest hair she’d ever laid eyes upon. The huntress picked Krisa up off the floor and brought her back home to take care of her. After many, many days Krisa found her voice to thank her. She’d become completely mute, refusing to speak for so long after the incident, but slowly Lem would coax sentences out of her. The two of them ended up falling ever so deeply in love with each other, and suddenly, Krisa found herself up in the caste system. Many looked down on their relationship. They thought Krisa wasn’t fit to be called an Inarten, and so should not hold such a rank. But Krisa began to get better. Her anxiety was gone, and the voices were dull murmurs that only grew loud in her nightmares. Lem began to teach Krisa how to use the bow and arrow. She also taught her how to play the flute. Lem couldn’t sing like Krisa could, but together their music was worth listening to. The two of them also practiced common tongue, as linguistics was a interest of Lem’s. Everyday Krisa practiced the bow and arrow, every evening she would study common tongue, tirelessly. She overcame the problems she’d had staying focused on anything because it was not to please anyone but the one she loved. She worked harder than she had ever worked on anything, and she found out, that is she really harnessed her powers of concentration, she could shoot a shortbow with some skill. The next year of her life was filled with so much happiness. It was on her Girlfriends 19th birthday that everything turned sour again. She had so much planned. She intended to surprise Lem with a show of all she’d learnt. She had written her a song in common tongue, and she had mastered archery at its basic level, and intended to hit a bull’s-eye. Archery was something bound to impress her girlfriend when she came back from her hunt. But that day she didn’t come back. Lem had perished in a hunting trip that was supposed to be so harmless. She was found later with wounds that suggested she had been killed by something very large. This ruined Krisa. She was not fit to keep her position. With Lem gone she would be a Dek again. She could not live in this place without her lover. She would rather die. With grief in her heart, and her mind saying that Krisa deserved this misfortune, she moved on and made a home in the city of crystals. Lhavit.

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DAYS OF MY LIFE Flashbacks Name Date Status Strong of Heart 22nd Day of Summer 510AV ongoing Demanding Labour 34th Spring 510AV ongoing Summer 513AV Name Date Status The Frostflame Melody 4th day of Summer 513AV Graded Who Am I?: Episode I 6th day of Summer 513AV ongoing White Sand and Red Hair 8th Day of Summer 513AV Ongoing Search for a Songbook 8th day of summer 513AV - midday complete Singing in the Rain 9th Day of Summer 513AV Complete Arrows in the Mist 15th Day of Summer 513AV Ongoing Fall 513 AV Name Date Status When Screams Fill The Air 52nd day of Fall 513AV Ongoing Always Better in a Shadowy Place 1st day of Fall 513AV ongoing The Girl With the Glodfinch 57th Day of Fall 513AV ongoing

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POSSESSIONS AND EXPENSES item type cost funds Black singlet top apparel SP 100gm Black Bryda apparel SP 100gm Black Trench coat apparel SP 100gm Black ankle boots apparel SP 100gm Blue slashed sleeved dress apparel Gift 100gm Engraved shortbow (Hairloom) Hairloom SP 100gm Shortbow arrows (20) Weaponry 1gm 99gm Dagger weaponry 2gm 97gm Food for a week foods SP 97gm Songbird pets 1gm 96gm waterskin Other SP 96gm Backpack Other SP 96gm razor Other SP 96gm Soap Other SP 96gm 1 eating knife Other SP 96gm Flint & Steel Other SP 96gm small birdcage Other 5gm 91gm Transaction Gain Loss Total Starting package 100gm --- 100gm inisial purchases --- 9gm 91gm Work Earnings (Busker) 362gm --- 453gm Living Expenses for 2 seasons --- 270gm 183gm

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WHAT I CAN DO AND WHAT I KNOW Skill XP Total Prof. Weapon (Short Bow) 10SP 10RB 3XP 23XP Novice Flute 15SP 3XP 2XP 20XP Novice Singing 15SP 3XP 18SP Novice Birdkeeping 10SP 10XP Novice Socialisation 3XP,1XP, 2XP 3XP, 9XP Novice Observation 2XP,2XP,2XP 3XP, 9XP Novice Rhetoric 1XP1XP 2XP Novice Lore Lore of Inarten society Lore of being a Dek Liriah: The Forsaken Music: the Great Equaliser No Longer a Slave Keper Masute, the Bookbinder Lhavit: The Good Book Zeran, the ‘Maniac’, How to Shoot a Bear Indifference to the Ecosystem Lore: Alses, Acquaintance Alses: A Teacher in Training of the Dusk Tower Music: Toast To Tomorrow Lhavit: The Scholar's Demise Lore of the Flaming King, Cocktail

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MY COMPANION family: NPC: Name: Kieran Gender: Male Age: 4 years Birthday: 18th day of Fall 412AV Type: Songbird: Goldfinch Concept: A sweet little bird that Lemma bought Krisa for her 18th birthday. He usually is perched on top of Krisa’s shoulder. He has a lively, and good-natured temperament, but a dislike for strangers. Once he warms up to someone, though, he will gladly nibble your ear and land on your shoulder. He has a beautiful song. Mother Name: Sorrah Status: Alive Age: 39 Appearance: Short, stout, and hard as a rock. Her eyes are pale green and her curly red hair is never tamed, or tied up. Persona: She’s tough, strict, short tempered and very proud. Her family means nothing to her unless they achieve success. Father Name: Zailen Status: Alive Age: 43 Appearance: Bright orange hair seems to cover half his face at the best of times. His mad, but beautiful green eyes mirror that of Krisa’s. Persona: A bit ‘excentric’ his passion in life was the study of the fine arts. He liked painting, sculpting, singing, and various instruments. He was a bit of a soft touch, and was usually bossed around by his wife. He cannot risk being sent back to commoner status if she kicks him to the curb. Eldest Sister Name: Astya Status: Alive Age: 25 Appearance: Clear faced, and beautiful with a prideful and cocky air about her. Her hair is the same as fathers shade, but she got her mothers stone-like gaze. 2nd Eldest Sister Name: Harrie Status: Alive Age: 21 Appearance: a soft kind, classic beauty. Her eyes are big and green like her fathers and her smile can be warmer than Kris’s. She is a talented glassworker, and a dedicated one older Brother Name: Vigne Status: Alive Age: 26 Appearance: Handsome, tall, and well defined muscles. He enjoys tattoos and pairings, and causing trouble for people. He is the most childish, even thou he is the eldest,

LOST ONE Name: Lemma (Lem) Status: Deceased Age: died at age 18. Born 1st day of winter 492AV Relation: Lover/girlfriend Appearance: Lem has a rather harsh appearance at first. Her face is full of sharp lines as her high cheekbones and strong jawline are prominent features. There is softness to her eyes which are the colour of honey, and to her ghostly pale pink lips. She has a rather long face, and a small forehead, with fairly big ears. Her face is framed by an almost impossibly big head of dark orange curls. She likes to style her hair and has tried almost every cut, style and decoration there is. At the time when Krisa knew her she had her hair very long, usually pushing it all to the left. Her body is quite lean and muscular, and there is not an ounce of fat on her. Her arms and legs are both toned and she is on the taller side, standing at 5'7". Her stomach is toned, flat and adorned with a light six pack. Her chest is not flat but not what most would call well endowed, but somewhere in between. Persona: A fast thinker and a fast learner, Lemma was very bright. She is calmer and more patient than a lot of her fellow Inartens, but has a fiery temper should someone anger her. She is prideful and will very rarely admit to weakness or to defeat. She has a kind heart and could never bring herself to treat someone in a lower social rank as anything below the human that they were, resulting in her being looked down on by others. She has a fondness for romance and likes to be dramatic when planning gifts or dates with partners. Brief History: Lemma liked the idea of hunting from when she was very little. Her father was a skilled hunter and she wanted to be even greater thn him when she grew up. She was very driven, and a very fast learner, and pushed her way to Avora almost much to easily. When she met Krisa, violated and left to die she grew a strong disapproval for the caste system in her culture. Taking Krisa in, healing her and falling in love had made her very happy. When she was with her she became slightly less focused. This resulted in her death one summer hunt where she fell victim to a large black bear. She was fatally injured and by the time anyone found her, she was already stone dead.

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CURRENT LIVING ARANGEMENTS Apartment in Lhavit