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Alyria Riptide

Postby Alyria Riptide on August 8th, 2016, 9:25 pm

Alyria Riptide


Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Birthday: Season of Summer, Day 33, 491AV
Birthplace: Suvan Sea

Appearance: Alyria is 5"6', with slate blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. Her dirty blonde hair is slightly past shoulder length with sun bleached highlights and dappled with dreadlocks and braids that are accented here and there with carved bone beads. Her jaw is square and defined, and her nose soft and almost petite in comparison. Her septum is pierced with a silver open hoop, and she also has a small silver stud on the right side of her nose. Her dusky pink lips are plump, but not overly full, and sport a further stud piercing through the top. Her earlobes are decorated with smaller range ear plugs and various silver studs up the edge.

On her arms, there are a clattering collection of plainly carved bone and wood bracelets, two on the left and one on the right.

Alyria prefers to wear her hair back out of her face with a bright violet coloured scarf as a makeshift headband or hair tie (depending on the weather and whim). Her dress code is currently function over fancy, with her go-to outfit a wrapped and tied single piece of rough beige fabric that forms a band style top, brown jodhpurs, under garments and a white crochet tunic dress that is a size too big so it has to be belted around the waist with a braided leather strap and falls loosely off one shoulder.

On her feet, if they ever encroach land, Alyria wears a simple pair of woven sandals, and if the weather turns chilly she dons a rough but thick hooded brown cloak.

Character Concept

Alyria is a fisher woman. She lives in what might be considered a small ramshak casinor by some, a large adapted fishing Canoe by others. Either way, it's all she really needs right now. Her job is considered more of a freelancing position by most, in which she dives for crustaceans and mollusks, to trade them in the Commons for her daily needs. Some days are stellar, most days are not.

Alyria is friendly, and tends to offer a warm greeting to any stranger who comes past.

With the free time she has, Alyria spends it in the Commons, eating and drinking what she can afford and studying her mothers map. It is the only thing she has from her parents, an old worn map of Mizahar, with strange markings and words. Alyria is positive it's a treasure map, and she dedicates her time and most of her daydreams to deciphering it. One day she'll figure it out, and take her rickety old boat, follow the markings, and in her mind, she'll find the greatest treasure of all time.

Character History

Alyria was born to a Svefra mother, from a human father. Their tryst was a wild summer of passion and excitement, that was quickly followed by....nothing. Her father didn't stick around when he learnt of the pregnancy, and so Alyria was born into the Pod of her mother without ever knowing the man who helped create her life. Her mothers Pod, whilst welcoming, also distinctly made it clear that she wasn't pure Svefra. The matriarch more so than most. Unmarked with any gnosis, Alyria found herself struggling with tasks that came naturally to her Podmates, and was deeply hurt by the realisation that the close bond her friends had with their various seafaring creatures was something she would never obtain.

Still, she loved her mother, and so she bit her tongue and learned. She learned to sail, to swim, to fish and to navigate. Her mother often brought out what she called "that old searat's map" to teach her the lay of the world, a tattered old cloth map that her father had left behind on his departure.

Life was...bareable.

It was her twenty first year of life, when her mother became extraordinarily ill. An incurable growth was festering in her brain, eating away at her day by day. Eventually her suffering ended, and Alyria was alone. She felt keenly her mixed blood in this time, and slowly withdrew from the Pod. Collecting her possessions and coin she could scrape up, Alyria bought the cheapest boat she could find and sailed into the wide unknown at the age of twenty four, abandoning her Pods family name for the moniker "Riptide". Her mothers (or fathers for that matter) tattered map her only reference and companion on the vast lonely ocean. It was then Alyria noticed markings and words she had always seen but never paid attention to. They were...different. To Alryia, they appeared to be pointers and strange riddles. The more she studied it, the more Alyria came to believe the map was so much more than just a record of landmarks, but a treasure map.

This personal believe led her to make land in the next port she came across, with all high spirited intentions of building up a bit of coin and sailing the seas to riches and glory. By this time she had reached twenty five years of life.

Syka, as it would be known, was not the place it needed to be for her. A new settlement, with a spattering of bungalows and people, that was still finding its feet. As time went on, Alryia quickly realised that she was stuck. This place didn't offer coin so much as it offered sanctuary and new beginnings. As such, her grand plans fell to the wayside as she focused on simply getting through the days, diving for seafare and trading her finds for food, drink and discussion. She lent a hand to those who needed it, and in the evenings she nursed a warm cup of fermented fruit wine and studied her map in the low firelight in the Commons, searching for the missing clue that would tell her where to go. It was there, she could feel it!

It has now been a month since she docked, and Alyria is getting itchy feet. She can't bear to just sit still any longer, yet can't bring herself to leave Syka. She's yet to brave venturing into the wild Maw of, as she has no knowledge of how to survive in there. The rumours of predators and ancient things leave a sense of dread in her gut.


Fluent Language: Fratava
Basic Language: Common


Skill EXP Total Proficiency
Navigation 10 RB, 16 SP 26 Competent
Sailing 10 SP 10 Novice
Fishing 9 SP 9 Novice
Swimming 15 SP 15 Novice


Lore of Dive Fishing
Lore of Coastline Terrain for Syka


1 Set of Clothing
-Simple Shirt
-Simple Pants
-Simple Undergarments
-Simple Cloak or Coat
-Simple Boots
1 Waterskin
1 Backpack which contains:
-Comb (Wood)
-Brush (Wood)
-Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth)
-1 eating knife
-Flint & Steel
100 Gold Mizas

Heirloom: Old hand-me-down map, not of any value. Alyria has convinced herself it is a treasure map (even though it's not).


Location: Where in Mizahar are you living?

House: Alyria's home is her tiny rickety, casinor. It's slightly leaky and definitely not a ship to be proud of.


Abalone Knife (Steel) 5sm
3 Braclets (Bone) 1sm, 50cm
1 Hoop Piercing (Silver) 2gm
8 Small Stud Piercings (Silver) 16gm
2 Small Ear Plugs (Bone) 2sm
1 Purple Scarf (Linen) 1sm
Total (Starting 100gm) 81 Gold Mizas, 91 Silver Mizas, 50 Copper Mizas

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