Post by Seasonal on Jan 18, 2015 22:04:16 GMT -5
Name: Iffadew Peron (aka Dew)
Age: 16
Kin: Miranda Ecit (Mother), Rohan Peron (Older brother)
City-state: None (came from Lytane)
Occupation: Wanderer
Looks:
With wavy brunette hair and leaf green eyes, Iffadew is the splitting image of her mother. Her brown-blonde hair reaches just above her chest and is almost never longer than that, for she will cut it short if it hinders her daily activities. While helping out in her mother’s inn, she usually dons a simple ponytail and the usual orange peasant dress. Since embarking on her travels, Iffadew relishes her more masculine look; a tunic with a leather vest, riding breeches, leather boots complete with arm guards and a metal belt. Her travelling outfit is often preferred over other clothing and she can often be seen in action in her comfortable, tomboy dressing. Despite having a petite frame and being rather short for her age, she does not lack in arm strength due to self-training in swordplay. The first impression of her might be of her being a serious person, as she does not smile very often, and her body language might indicate that she would rather not be with the person she is interacting with, but upon lengthened time spent together, Iffadew can seem friendlier.
Personality:
As stubborn as an ox, Iffadew has a fire inside her that is never extinguished. Challenges egg her on and her love for learning is always ablaze. Curious and quick-witted, she loves the outdoors and keeping active. This tomboy may love exploring, but will not hesitate to stop and help others if it is within her means. As she has worked in her family inn before, she is friendly but tends to stick to some stereotypes, like how bandits will certainly have tattoos and those scarred or have peg legs and so on are suspicious people. Being good at physical activities has given her as an eye for detail when it comes to working out, but not handiwork, which is why she didn’t make a very good seamstress apprentice back in Lytane.
Since she is new to the wilderness, Iffadew is determined to learn how to control her trust, for strangers could bear immoral motives. Being easily influenced is one flaw for she may be convinced of rumours easily; furthermore with her shortsightedness and recklessness, she might not plan things out before executing actions. People who do not treasure potential and look down on slow learners would be shunned by her as she believes that helping those not as capable and focusing on hidden potential can then lead to swift progress. Long-windedness is also something she cannot stand.
History:
Born to a middle income family, Iffadew has known a relatively peaceful life. With an older brother 2 years older than her, she was rather pampered by her small family, although she did not turn out to be a spoilt brat. The Nestled Pigeon was set up when she was three, her mother becoming an innkeeper while her father remained a blacksmith, to chalk up money for her and her brother’s education. It was at the age of 8 did her father leave them due to a deadly disease, when she herself had barely fought off the disease as it licked at her young figure. At the age of 9, to ensure that would have a job in case the inn business failed, Iffadew’s mother sent her to be the apprentice of a seamstress, known as Madame Faloura. Although she wasn’t one to let down an offer for her to learn, sewing clothes and designing dresses was not her forte and her interest in the outdoors led to her skipping apprenticing sessions and mucking around in the mud in boots.
When she was 13, her 15 year old brother was enlisted and spent most of his days in the royal army, much to her envy. However, he visited as often as he could and taught the curious girl sword fighting. Being unable to hold a sword yet, she would copy his movements with a broom stick, practicing in her free time and when she skipped classes, feeling that she already knew what her seamstress mentor was going to teach. On her 16th birthday, her brother deemed her fit to hold a sword, and fashioned a light one more suited for females, using the skills he attained temporarily while being an apprentice for a blacksmith. By then, Iffadew had learnt about the history of Lytane and Valaire; she found out about why people who had used to be from Lytane had split and formed Valarire, and understood why, for she felt that women weren’t given as large a say as she would have liked. With her mother’s blessings, she set off with a back-up story that she had informed her mother to use if anyone asked about her. Since females were expected to stay at home and men were expected to do the dirty, outdoor work, the decision to fake her death was made and people would be told that she had been hunted down by wild wolves while camping with distant relatives. With the family horse, a few throwing knives and her brother’s gifted sword, she set off into the wilderness, hoping to learn as much as possible and help others who were afraid to show who they wanted to be.
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Age: 16
Kin: Miranda Ecit (Mother), Rohan Peron (Older brother)
City-state: None (came from Lytane)
Occupation: Wanderer
Looks:
With wavy brunette hair and leaf green eyes, Iffadew is the splitting image of her mother. Her brown-blonde hair reaches just above her chest and is almost never longer than that, for she will cut it short if it hinders her daily activities. While helping out in her mother’s inn, she usually dons a simple ponytail and the usual orange peasant dress. Since embarking on her travels, Iffadew relishes her more masculine look; a tunic with a leather vest, riding breeches, leather boots complete with arm guards and a metal belt. Her travelling outfit is often preferred over other clothing and she can often be seen in action in her comfortable, tomboy dressing. Despite having a petite frame and being rather short for her age, she does not lack in arm strength due to self-training in swordplay. The first impression of her might be of her being a serious person, as she does not smile very often, and her body language might indicate that she would rather not be with the person she is interacting with, but upon lengthened time spent together, Iffadew can seem friendlier.
Personality:
As stubborn as an ox, Iffadew has a fire inside her that is never extinguished. Challenges egg her on and her love for learning is always ablaze. Curious and quick-witted, she loves the outdoors and keeping active. This tomboy may love exploring, but will not hesitate to stop and help others if it is within her means. As she has worked in her family inn before, she is friendly but tends to stick to some stereotypes, like how bandits will certainly have tattoos and those scarred or have peg legs and so on are suspicious people. Being good at physical activities has given her as an eye for detail when it comes to working out, but not handiwork, which is why she didn’t make a very good seamstress apprentice back in Lytane.
Since she is new to the wilderness, Iffadew is determined to learn how to control her trust, for strangers could bear immoral motives. Being easily influenced is one flaw for she may be convinced of rumours easily; furthermore with her shortsightedness and recklessness, she might not plan things out before executing actions. People who do not treasure potential and look down on slow learners would be shunned by her as she believes that helping those not as capable and focusing on hidden potential can then lead to swift progress. Long-windedness is also something she cannot stand.
History:
Born to a middle income family, Iffadew has known a relatively peaceful life. With an older brother 2 years older than her, she was rather pampered by her small family, although she did not turn out to be a spoilt brat. The Nestled Pigeon was set up when she was three, her mother becoming an innkeeper while her father remained a blacksmith, to chalk up money for her and her brother’s education. It was at the age of 8 did her father leave them due to a deadly disease, when she herself had barely fought off the disease as it licked at her young figure. At the age of 9, to ensure that would have a job in case the inn business failed, Iffadew’s mother sent her to be the apprentice of a seamstress, known as Madame Faloura. Although she wasn’t one to let down an offer for her to learn, sewing clothes and designing dresses was not her forte and her interest in the outdoors led to her skipping apprenticing sessions and mucking around in the mud in boots.
When she was 13, her 15 year old brother was enlisted and spent most of his days in the royal army, much to her envy. However, he visited as often as he could and taught the curious girl sword fighting. Being unable to hold a sword yet, she would copy his movements with a broom stick, practicing in her free time and when she skipped classes, feeling that she already knew what her seamstress mentor was going to teach. On her 16th birthday, her brother deemed her fit to hold a sword, and fashioned a light one more suited for females, using the skills he attained temporarily while being an apprentice for a blacksmith. By then, Iffadew had learnt about the history of Lytane and Valaire; she found out about why people who had used to be from Lytane had split and formed Valarire, and understood why, for she felt that women weren’t given as large a say as she would have liked. With her mother’s blessings, she set off with a back-up story that she had informed her mother to use if anyone asked about her. Since females were expected to stay at home and men were expected to do the dirty, outdoor work, the decision to fake her death was made and people would be told that she had been hunted down by wild wolves while camping with distant relatives. With the family horse, a few throwing knives and her brother’s gifted sword, she set off into the wilderness, hoping to learn as much as possible and help others who were afraid to show who they wanted to be.
Picture:
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