Ayla Chevalier

[Ayla Chevalier]

Appearance

Race: Konti [Konti Gift and Gnosis is pending at the HD]
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-Eight
Birthday: 1, Spring, 494 AV.
Birthplace: The White Isles

Appearance:
With long, snow white hair that cascades down her back like a waterfall, Ayla stands a solid 5'5'', with a curvey, womanly build. She weighs a solid 125lbs and seems very fragile for someone of her stature.

She has uncommon, startling blue eyes that reflect the glitter of her scales on the crest of her forehead. Moreso, the rest of her has shimmering scales that spiral from her daintily webbed feet, up to her arms that go across her hands, and neck, that form a light crest along her forehead, which is typically hidden under her hair. Her gills arch lightly just behind her ears. Full, lightly blushed lips adorn the space above a rounded chin.

Ayla would seem most comfortable in tight, figure-hugging, but airy attire. A simple materialistic corset with a long, airy skirt is her most desired style of clothing. Pants are less free to her, more constricting as she feels heavier with them in the water.

When dressed up, it is common for Ayla to pin her hair delicatly on her head in a braided bun with her family heirloom combs, made of white shells that are a shade darker than the pure color of her hair.

Casually, Ayla simply wears a peasant-style dress of sky blue, with her hair tumbling back in long waves.

It is common for Ayla to shade in her eyes with dark eye pencils, giving her features more color over the ever shimmering scales that adorn her body.

Character Concept
Ayla is an uncharacteristically determined and easily exciteable for a Konti woman, though not in the extreme. She has very serious maternal instincts, formed from her own kinship and love from her mother and mothers before her.

She has very delicate facial features, one would mistake her age to be of sixteen in human years, but she often clears this up when being overlooked. Once overlooked, Ayla becomes even more determined to not be, to show that she can be quite the asset.

Born with an unnatural sense of wonder, Ayla finds herself wandering around a lot. She has no sense of direction whatsoever, which is quite tragic due to her adventurous spirit. This spirit lead her to explore outside of the comfort of the Konti lifestyle, to learn things that were not typical for Konti women to strive towards.

Ayla has quite the emotional state, often feeling fleeting depressional moments when caressing others and feeling their flaws. She only knows how to meet that depression with positive energy. Ayla would never make someone insecure about their flaws, but only work with them unobtrusively to help them if possible, come to terms or make something better of them.

Character History

It was a cloudless night, when she was born. The moon had a melancholy look to it, its pale light shining downwards upon the White Isles of Mura. Most of the isle was silent, its relatively few residents sleeping peacefully under the midnight sky. However, in one part of isle, there was no silence. A wee child was to be born, a child with a clouded fate. The baby's mother welcomed the arrival of her newborn alone, save the presence of her mother midwife, Lari. Ayru was caught between anger and appreciation for new life as she held her child, almost cursing the babe's father for not being there. Such things happen when you fall smitten for a man whose only thoughts were treacherous and of one thing. The Akalak was gone now, though, and his own selfishness was costing him the chance to see their daughter. She swore under her breath, the moon gently illuminating the baby's face. The mother’s own hands and the child’s features illuminated a soft set of scales shimmering in the pastel light. As Aryu looked upon her child, she was slowly filled with love. Her lips pressed tenderly to the wee girl's forehead as she murmured. “Welcome, Ayla.” The woman whispered softly to the babe as the elder woman approaches, "Chevalier," She added with determination. The woman's mother would sigh some, looking out the window with an expression of knowing. The name belonged to the babe's father.

Time passed, and Ayla grew into a wonderful sort of child, though a little different. Her wide cerulean eyes grew in clarity, her mind capable of comprehending things no other child her age could. However, she was roughly of nine years when she first detected it, that odd feeling she’d get when she spoke up about things. The others would look at her in a different way. She was louder, more excited than the others. As her days grew to years and began to stack things began to change her. Ayla firmly held the hands of the two women of her namesake. It was a sad day for her mother and grandmother, seeing the child they raised depart from them at but twenty-one years of age. Just as Ayla was, her determined personality trait had her sailing to Syliras.

Language

Fluent Language: Kontinese
Basic Language: Common tongue

Skills

Skill	EXP	Total	Proficiency
Medicine	10 RB 10 SP	20	Novice
Fishing	5 SP	5	Novice
Running	10 SP	10	Novice
Acrobatics	10 SP	10	Novice
Endurance	5 SP	5	Novice
Unarmed Combat	10 SP	10	Novice

Lores

Religion: Rak'keli
	Konti Anatomy

Possessions

1 Set of Clothing	Quantity
Simple Cotten Dress	1
Simple Cotton Undergarments	1
Simple Cotton Cloak	1
Waterskin	1
Backpack	1
Wooden Comb	1
Wooden Brush	1
Soap	1
Razor	1
Balanced Rations	1 Week
Eating Knife	1
Flint & Steel	1
Mizas	100

Heirloom: Her great grandmother's comb.


Housing

Location: Syliras's Third Tier District
House: 20x20 Apartment


Ledger

Purchase	Cost	Total
Starting	+100GM	100GM