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Generally speaking, Zemeia is average looking for a Myrian though a bit small. Short for a typical female, she stands at about eye level (or just below) of most men. Additionally, she weighs in at around 160 or so, making her slimmer than most of those her age. Her hair is usually kept tightly tucked beneath her favorite red turban. However, on the rare occasion that she lets it down, the long braids reach just about mid back. Having spent most of her time in the military serving as a medic rather than a hardened warrior, very few scars mar Zemeia’s earthy skin. By Myrian standards, many may view this as a sign of weakness or disgrace. However, those who know Mei are well aware of her remarkably long stent in the military, and have grown accustomed to the scarcity of her scarring. Her back is covered in intricate and painstakingly detailed tattoos which trail attractively up the nape of her neck, over her shoulders, and down onto her collar bone and upper chest. To the untrained eye they often appear to be nothing more than highly artistic doodles. However, to those who know how to read the language with in them, they tell a very special story. As with the vast majority of Myrians, Zemeia is in good physical shape. Laziness is simply not permitted, and despite the fact that she retired from the military almost three years ago, there is still always work to be done. Her dress is quite typical of Talboa, consisting of white cotton chemise and loin cloth (more of a loose skirt, really) and her signature red turban and matching sash. Rarely does Zemeia actually wear shoes, but on the rare occasion that they are necessary she prefers simple leather sandals.
Emotions :
Zemeia has very strong and deep emotions. She has a deep sense and sensitivity to things outside herself and will often genuinely feel for those around her. If they are hurt, she will hurt. If they are wronged, she will be angry. If they are blessed, she will be joyous. Though she hides these emotions well, they are still felt very strongly, and if asked outright she will tell the querrent precisely how she feels about the matter at hand. She is not open, but she is honest… almost to a fault.
Interesting Tidbits :
Zemeia's favorite color is red. Her favorite time of day is night (if the stars are visible, all the better). Her favorite kind of weather is thunder storms. And the most beautiful thing she has ever seen is Falyndar's glowing orchids alight under a clear sky littered with stars.
Character History
As with most Myrians, Zemeia was born and raised in Falyndar. As a child she was highly sensitive and empathic, particularly in regards to the dead or dying; a trait which was looked upon none too kindly by those close to her. To make up for the perceived shame that she felt this brought her clan, she served nine years, from ages seventeen to twenty - five, in the formal military - three times longer than the average minimum expected. While she was only barely average in the areas of combat and tactics, she excelled in field medicine. Her talent as a field medic and level head in high tension situations saved more than a few Myrian lives during her years of service, and more than compensated for whatever contempt her sensitivities may have brought her or her clan. Pursuant to an honorable discharge in 512 A.V. Zemeia used her considerable medical experience to help the civilians of the city, serving sporadically as an herbalist, midwife, and philter. What little spare time she was afforded she used to furhter her understanding of her "condition", meticulously studying the arts of Malediction and Auristics, as well as the religions of Dira, Kihala, Caiyha, and Myri.
Family :
Zemeia is a member of the Red Orchid Clan; a distant relative of Bina. She is her mother’s eldest, and only surviving child. She has very few “friends”, in the typical sense of the word. Many even avoid her due to the odd assortment of arts and magics which she practices. However, there are many within the city who have, at one point or another, been indebted to her for her services (though she rarely holds anyone to that debt). And for this she is well known, if not well liked.
Childhood :
Zemeia was an extremely sensitive child. And her mother, in particular, was very harsh to her because of it. When her younger siblings proved to be of a stronger mettle than she, it was nigh impossible for Zemeia to live down her soft demeanor. Her worst memory is of the day her brother, Zetal, died. Her brother was sick, and she ran to her mother, face streaked with tears, sobbing. “Zetal is going to die. He’s going to die,” she cried to her mother. But instead of a maternal embrace, she was met with a harsh slap to the face. “Your brother will not die. He is stronger than you know. He is stronger than YOU!” Her mother had spat in her face, and the sting of her words only made Zemeia sob that much harder. And when her brother died, not a fortnight later, it was as if his death had been Zemeia’s fault. As if, by her words, by her fear and her surety, she had killed him herself. Zemeia’s mother never looked at her the same again. She never treated her with the kindness of a mother… even a myrian mother. It became as if Zemeia was not her child at all. It was her aunt who consoled her, who taught her, who treated her as her own. It was her aunt who taught her to hide her empathetic nature, taught her the arts that would become her livelihood, taught her to be a Woman… a Myrian. And though it tore at Zemeia’s heart to watch as each of her sibling succumbed to sickness, to war, to death, never again did she go to her mother, not in warning, and not in solace. She simply watched, in silence, as her mother mourned; giving her, instead of an embrace a small, carved and etched, bone trinket. Her own way of honouring her sibling’s lives. It was not until she retired, and finally returned to her mother’s home that she realized… every trinket she’d ever made was there – hung on the wall and displayed with care and pride along with etching of each of her children… Zemeia included. The sight of that, the realization that her mother had kept each of her gifts, had tracked her progress and even carved it into the very walls of her home, is Zemeia’s most cherished realization.
Self Image :
Zemeia’s greatest strength is also her greatest weakness – her emotion. It guides her in all that she does. And while she has, at various times in her life, loathed herself for this strong sense of empathy, there is not a single thing that she would change about the woman she has become. Although Zemeia is generally introverted and does not go out of her way to approach others, she will not avoid contact when another initiates it. Her home is always open to the needy, or just curious, although navigating through the organized chaos within can often prove quite a feat unto itself.
Language Fluent Language: Myrian Basic Language: Common
Skills
Magic
skills
exp
total
proficiency
Auristics
5sp
5
novice
Malediction
5sp
5
novice
Professions
skill
exp
total
proficiency
Medicine
25sp
25
novice
Herbalism
5sp +1
6
novice
Philtering
5sp +1
6
novice
Weapons
skill
exp
total
proficiency
Weapon: Tamo Daggers
5sp
5
novice
General
skill
exp
total
proficiency
Tracking
10rb
10
novice
Socialization
+2 +1
3
novice
Observation
+3 +2
5
novice
Philosophy
+2
2
novice
Planning
+1
1
novice
Lores
Starting
Lore of Religion: Kihala Lore of Religion: Dira
Beliefs :
Zemeia, like the majority of Myrians, worships a multitude of Gods and Goddesses. However, with in the body of deities which comprise the Myrian pantheon, there are those to whom she pays a certain, emphasized homage. Myri is, of course, included as the Goddess – Queen of her people. However, Zemeia also pays particular respect to Kihala and Dira, the Goddesses of Life and Death. These two Goddesses, and likewise these two principals, are (in Zemeia’s eyes) the guiding forces of all life and action. Without life there would be no war, without death no victory. The rains come to sustain life. Without life the rains would have no meaning, nor would any other concept… not time, nor victory, not the sun or the moon, not even the gods. For why would the rains fall, if not to nourish the life on the lands below? What meaning would time have with no life to measure it, no death to punctuate it’s never ending flow? What good would be the light of the sun and moon without living eyes to see it? What existence would the gods have without mortals to worship? And, what good would life contain without bittersweet death to give it true meaning? All things fall, and are thus defined, within the bounds of life and death. Therefore, Kihala gives life (which gives meaning to all else), and Dira and Myri in turn give life it’s own meaning. Thus, Zemeia has her Troika – Myri, Khiala, and Dira.
Awarded
Traya: A Kind and Patient Woman Medicine: The Art of Keeping Calm Magic: Not Well - Loved in Taloba Location: The Medicine House Brew: Rosemary Oil Brew: Lillian Tea Naekasi: Mengintai Kepala of the Jungle A Call For Help: Becoming Champions Oryani: Not a Myrian, but a Volunteer all the Same.
Zemeia's home is modest, but there is nowhere that she would prefer more. It is just to her liking, and suits it’s purpose perfectly. When not hard at work for the city, there is a small nook with in her home with a small alter, dedicated to her chosen Goddesses, where she practices her varied arts, crafts, and magics. It is truly her favorite place on Mizahar.
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Zemeia of the Red Orchid 
by Zemeia on June 23rd, 2014, 9:17 am 
