Atrina

[Atrina]

Basic Info: ~Race: Ethaefal - Drykas ~Gender: Female ~Height and Weight: 5'3", 120 pounds ~Eye Color: Deep blue ~Hair Color: Bright blonde (Non-Ethaefal form) Possessions: Heirloom: Diary Journal, a student's notebook that was damaged by water, leaving the pages mostly inkless and warped. Quill pen, 2 vials of ink. A week's worth of food Several handed down skirts and blouses, white Red hooded cloak. Housing: 1 single room cottage with a hearth, bunk, chest, chair, a small table and a tub. Skills: Astrology - 10 Riding - 9 Archery - 26 Painting - 5 Drawing - 10 Lores: Lore of The Goddess Syna Lore of Hydrophobia

[Atrina]

Concept and History Amongst the faded inks and crispy, warped pages, Atrina scrawled down the memories that remained with her mind and the experiences that she graced with her presence. Her diary is her most precious possesion, the only thing she truly believes will ever belong to her properly. It is an account of anything she remembers, or will experience. Day one There isn't much I can remember from before I entered the mortal world. What I do remember is a beautiful place, entirely surrounded by a palpable aura of bliss. I took a step forward, and I fell. I'm not sure if it was a tumble, or straight down, but I fell fast. There was a splash too- I suppose that's when I hit the water. I felt terrible then. I was clawing at the water struggling to even get a gasp of water-chocked oxygen to keep myself conscious. I heard another splash, not far away, and turned only to receive another mouthful of water. Thing started going black then, and I wished that Syna had remembered me and was pulling me back to her hearth to warm myself. I knew it wasn't to be when I felt a burly arm at my waist, pulling me steadily through the water. I knew whoever it was was just as panicked as I was suicidal at that moment. I had welcomed death, even prayed for it! But Syna had other subjects to tend to, and I wasn't important enough to save. What felt like an eternity later, I was carefully hefted onto the hard, wooden deck of a ship, a patrol boat from what it looked like. I tried to speak, to ask what was going on(I still haven't found anything out, and my memory is too dim from my time in the Ukalas to recall much of anything), but the seawater I had inhaled burned my throat and lungs; it hurt even to breathe fully, still exhaling a salty mist. It was around that time the I had looked down to notice my glowing skin and obvious nudity. I tried to cover myself with little avail, every man on that ship looked at me with a strange mixture of nervous wonderment and a lusting desire of a man at sea. My only reprieve came when the captain of the ship handed me a blanket to warm myself and cover up a litte. I only knew who he was after he brought me below deck to rest while they brought me to shore. If all this wasn't bad enough, there's more still. As Syna left the sky and Leth stole her spot on the sky(I do remember seeing them both once in the Ukalas during my short stay. It was one of the few times of year when the moon left the sky just a few minutes before the sun rose. They were both the most beautiful things I had ever seen, though I can't recall what either looks like now; I think I felt jealousy then.), my glowing skin faded, and my horns receded to reveal a human female in place. I was instantly struck with a desire to ride a horse, string a bow, and draw the first thing I could. I had memories of a huge grassy plain, covered in tents and people and horses. When I was in the first form, I could remember tiny threads of memories, but now I could pull details only from this lifetime. And even then, they were merely blurs, hurting the backs of my eyes to think about. At least the upside to this new form was that I'm no longer known as a mermaid, or by some other mythical name. I really just wanted to curl up and be forgotten the whole time, and even as I write, I don't want to be seen. The abandoned little shack on the edge of town is working nicely for fulfilling that desire, letting me just sit alone and pity myself for the time being. I suppose I'll adjust soon... But until then, I'm going to collect a some wood and draw a bath in the tub inside my decrepit, yet wholly welcoming little hut. Thank you for being such a good listener, Diary. I'll promise to write you often as I can.

[Atrina]

Concept and History Cont. Day two, I looked in the mirror today as the sun set, to watch the change. It was a weird feeling, seeing my skin tone change and hair turn to a bright white blonde. It made me decide that I would need a name. I couldn't think of anything at first, until I started pairing up random sylables. Trina came up, and I remember somewhere hearing that it was short for Katrina, which meant pure. Perhaps a previous name of mine? I'm not sure. But then I thought about the name for a bit, and realized that I didn't feel pure. I felt rejected and uncared for, worth less than another. These things were not pure. So I added the A, and now my name means "Not Pure," or close enough to that anyway. I sat down for a bit, just staring at your blank pages for a little while. Before long, I started remembering things. I was only a little girl when I died in this form, a teenager just making her way in the ruby clan. I remember admiring the diamond clan boys, trying to best them at their own archery and riding games. I even remember my own death, mostly. It was a fall from a horse, trying to race the boys. I suppose I never was as good as them... It was my own fault I fell, and the way I landed was all wrong to survive at all. Not even the Opal clan could save me then.. Thinking about all this only continues to make my head hurt. As I continue to stare at the remaining blanks on this page, I can see lines drawing themselves out, and I have the urge to scribble them down. But I'll hold off the urge a little longer, until I can find proper drawing paper and show you my creations. Some of them are strange, truly, while others find beauty in simple shapes with accents and shading. I am anxious though, afraid I won't be able to truly portray the image from my mind onto the page like I want. It's a curious feeling, only made moreso by my growing urge to draw random scribbles wherever I might. Or maybe I'll make a black paint out of the coals from my hearth... Those thoughts aside, My mind is racked with a million questions. I've decided that eventually, I should seek advice from the universtiy here in Zeltiva. Surely, one of the professors must know why I'm here, or maybe a library they'll let me use. A nice, quiet, lonely library where I might be left to my own devices. Or in the case of a specialist, one who doesn't try to pry and stare in amazement. It's diconcerting to say the least, the looks some people give me, either curious glances or dumfounded glares. It makes me feel like I've dropped my skirt or stepped in dung. I gladly adopted a red hooded cloak to keep myself out of the sun. Even if it means leaving Syna's embrace, my glow dims without light. The least I deserve is a cure to my paranoia, I suppose. But this is all for the future. I've got a few more days left of the food I was given, so I'll just work up my courage until then. Maybe I'll try scrawling my new name on your cover, rather than leave you torn and blank like I found you.