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Overview
Name: Sephara
Race: Chaktawe
Age: Twenty-four (Season of Fall, Day 6, 489 AV)
Gender: Female
Physical Description
5'8", 157lbs
Sephara stands at middling height and is leanly built, with tanned, ruddy skin and features typical of the Chaktawe people. A cascade of dark, braided hair frames her face, with feathers, bones, and beads interwoven as ornament. Red paint streaks in a horizontal band across her inky eyes, to lessen the effect of the sun's glare on her sight. Similar patches of colour, sometimes red, sometimes charcoal—depending on the availability of inks—weave across her bare skin in broad strokes. Her lips, brow, and cheeks are usually adorned with symbolic markings representing fire and heat.
Around her waist, Sephara wears a pelt wrap, and a laced leather bodice binds her torso. She seldom dons sandals, and the only gloves she possesses are fingerless so as not to disturb her extra sense. At night, a feathered cloak helps preserve her warmth, tawny reds, dusty greys, and humble browns composing the primary palette. Whilst shrouded beneath it on a dusky evening, she might well be a feathered dune to an undiscerning eye.
Personality
Hunters depend on their instincts, and Sephara is no exception, but she considers her resolve the most valuable asset in her repertoire. An aureole of certainty and silent confidence envelops her, conveyed by resolute action, and presupposed, perhaps not always correctly, of guarded thoughts. The machinations of her mind present as a grand mystery, but to decipher her and penetrate the impenetrable is as simple as looking with intent to see. What taciturnity conceals is unveiled in mood and manner, and the significance often lies in the words she leaves unspoken.
Ethics
Desert life sculpts survivors, and though she adheres to a code of honour and uprightness of sorts, Sephara has the determination to do what is needed when the moment arrives. When it comes to life and death, there are no murderers, no thieves, no liars, and no second places. There is solidarity, unity, togetherness, and in those, there is life. Without them, the road is rocky, and death, famished, nips insistently at one’s heels. Sephara has will and strength for herself, compassion for family and friends.
Predilection & Aversion
In general, she appears to approve of power and often scorns weakness, especially in herself. If someone were curious about her beyond the stoic front, they’d have to get to know her.
Past
Before her fifth year of life, the girl was known as Tahopa, for her mother’s guardian. Two elder sisters preceded her, and a far younger brother emerged afterwards. Outgoing and boisterous, Tahopa found agreeable company in boys, practicing hunting, tracking, and fighting in the name of fun and the spirit of competition. She was bestowed the name ‘Sephara’ when the time came, an amalgamation of a word which bespoke strong, quiet traits, ‘Seh’, and the softer suffix ‘Farah’, an aspiring hope for the future that one reaches towards.
The Tatsuwaat tribe, to which her family belonged, met with little great danger in their travels. Late spring annually brought them to the grove of keerdash trees their dyes were extracted from the fallen leaves of, and allowed them to replenish their water supplies. Sephara greatly relished the shade those leaves provided, and was wont to slumber in the twisting boughs, where the winds would lap a cool breeze over her. During the tribe’s lengthy travels, a colourful selection of traders and wanderers provided a window, however small, into the lands beyond Eyktol. Their tales fostered a quiet sort of wanderlust that she never obtained an opportunity to indulge in.
When youth’s strength flowered, she took up the hunt, learning to traverse the vast desert and utilise her heightened sensual perception to locate prey. Sephara was thrust into lessens in defending herself by the occasional bold raider, and when her cocksure pride landed her in waters much too hot and deep, it was good to know how to escape via horseback. Gradually, she matured into a strong, pensive young person, developing her survival skills and affirming her tribal bonds. The way of the wilds became her way.
Sephara had been conscious of the position her people held for some time, the jackals of Eyktol, but adulthood awakened and stirred the slumbering discontent. She desired more for her loved ones and friends, more than living at the mercy of luck’s caprice and nibbling desiccated scraps from the carcass of a parched land. Success promised to be distant, if possible, but nonetheless, she harboured a desire to secure stability and prosperity for her people, and rode into her future with that goal.
After announcing her plans to splinter from the tribe, Sephara’s father made a gift of a young gelding upon which she would be able to travel, and arranged for a traveller to accompany her as far as the first settlement they came to.
Footprints
Forthcoming.
͏
Name: Sephara
Race: Chaktawe
Age: Twenty-four (Season of Fall, Day 6, 489 AV)
Gender: Female
Physical Description
5'8", 157lbs
Sephara stands at middling height and is leanly built, with tanned, ruddy skin and features typical of the Chaktawe people. A cascade of dark, braided hair frames her face, with feathers, bones, and beads interwoven as ornament. Red paint streaks in a horizontal band across her inky eyes, to lessen the effect of the sun's glare on her sight. Similar patches of colour, sometimes red, sometimes charcoal—depending on the availability of inks—weave across her bare skin in broad strokes. Her lips, brow, and cheeks are usually adorned with symbolic markings representing fire and heat.
Around her waist, Sephara wears a pelt wrap, and a laced leather bodice binds her torso. She seldom dons sandals, and the only gloves she possesses are fingerless so as not to disturb her extra sense. At night, a feathered cloak helps preserve her warmth, tawny reds, dusty greys, and humble browns composing the primary palette. Whilst shrouded beneath it on a dusky evening, she might well be a feathered dune to an undiscerning eye.
Personality
Hunters depend on their instincts, and Sephara is no exception, but she considers her resolve the most valuable asset in her repertoire. An aureole of certainty and silent confidence envelops her, conveyed by resolute action, and presupposed, perhaps not always correctly, of guarded thoughts. The machinations of her mind present as a grand mystery, but to decipher her and penetrate the impenetrable is as simple as looking with intent to see. What taciturnity conceals is unveiled in mood and manner, and the significance often lies in the words she leaves unspoken.
Ethics
Desert life sculpts survivors, and though she adheres to a code of honour and uprightness of sorts, Sephara has the determination to do what is needed when the moment arrives. When it comes to life and death, there are no murderers, no thieves, no liars, and no second places. There is solidarity, unity, togetherness, and in those, there is life. Without them, the road is rocky, and death, famished, nips insistently at one’s heels. Sephara has will and strength for herself, compassion for family and friends.
Predilection & Aversion
In general, she appears to approve of power and often scorns weakness, especially in herself. If someone were curious about her beyond the stoic front, they’d have to get to know her.
Past
Before her fifth year of life, the girl was known as Tahopa, for her mother’s guardian. Two elder sisters preceded her, and a far younger brother emerged afterwards. Outgoing and boisterous, Tahopa found agreeable company in boys, practicing hunting, tracking, and fighting in the name of fun and the spirit of competition. She was bestowed the name ‘Sephara’ when the time came, an amalgamation of a word which bespoke strong, quiet traits, ‘Seh’, and the softer suffix ‘Farah’, an aspiring hope for the future that one reaches towards.
The Tatsuwaat tribe, to which her family belonged, met with little great danger in their travels. Late spring annually brought them to the grove of keerdash trees their dyes were extracted from the fallen leaves of, and allowed them to replenish their water supplies. Sephara greatly relished the shade those leaves provided, and was wont to slumber in the twisting boughs, where the winds would lap a cool breeze over her. During the tribe’s lengthy travels, a colourful selection of traders and wanderers provided a window, however small, into the lands beyond Eyktol. Their tales fostered a quiet sort of wanderlust that she never obtained an opportunity to indulge in.
When youth’s strength flowered, she took up the hunt, learning to traverse the vast desert and utilise her heightened sensual perception to locate prey. Sephara was thrust into lessens in defending herself by the occasional bold raider, and when her cocksure pride landed her in waters much too hot and deep, it was good to know how to escape via horseback. Gradually, she matured into a strong, pensive young person, developing her survival skills and affirming her tribal bonds. The way of the wilds became her way.
Sephara had been conscious of the position her people held for some time, the jackals of Eyktol, but adulthood awakened and stirred the slumbering discontent. She desired more for her loved ones and friends, more than living at the mercy of luck’s caprice and nibbling desiccated scraps from the carcass of a parched land. Success promised to be distant, if possible, but nonetheless, she harboured a desire to secure stability and prosperity for her people, and rode into her future with that goal.
After announcing her plans to splinter from the tribe, Sephara’s father made a gift of a young gelding upon which she would be able to travel, and arranged for a traveller to accompany her as far as the first settlement they came to.
Footprints
Forthcoming.
͏
