Post by care on Nov 30, 2019 21:52:53 GMT -7
Name: Amastacia Dancingwind (Amastacia nan fanmi an Dancingwind)
Aliases: Stacia
Race: Half-Elf
Age: 17
Appearance and Style:
She still dress as a gur, but the colors are a bit muted, less noticeable. Her clothing are patched and used, but it's apparante that she takes good cares of them. The colors have faded with sun and worn. Unlike most of her people, she doesn't wear or display any wealth on herself. Instead, she wears small iron disk that chims when she moves and walk about. She wears her dark hair long and usually loose, save for a few braids here and there, decorated with wooden beads and non-precious glittering stones. She wear her bodice and clothing provocatively, but not indecently.
Significant Qualities:
She looks a bit shy or timid for a bard. She doesn't usually volonteer her ideas or opinions with force and doesn't display any pride or outright courage. When she doesn't perform or is in a stage position, she is quiet and she prefere to listen and stay unoticed. She is a very caring person thought, and if the need arise, she will gather her courage to do what is right and proper. She values greetly freedom and kindess as vertues. Her voice and her music is clear and pure, and when she sings, she seems to radiate the emotions she wants to convey.
Living Relatives:
She does'nt have any true loving relative, save perharps her father, but she never met him. She still considers all the other gurs as cousins, but she can't relate with them as she used to. The world is now to big for her to settle with them and ignore the outside.
Five Things Your Character Fears (in order from least afraid to most)
- To be beaten or humiliated in front of others is one of her big fears. Living with the Zenthilars as she did for some years, she as gotten used to it, but the fear still shapes and color all her interaction with people.
- She also fears big stormy nights, as it's in one of those her familly was attacked by bandit and she ended up in Darkhold's keep. When there is one and she's travelling, she has a hard time passing the night. She will do her best to find an inn or a shelter far from roads and such.
- Harming her hands or her voice, as it's what saved her life and permitted her to survive all that time in Darkhold. She fears it not only for the survival of her flesh, as an source of income and protection, but also as the nurishement of her soul. It's what kept her spirit and hope alive when all felt too dark and hopless. It's what has driven her to courage when she needed it.
- Fallin in love again, as her heart is too hurt right now. She still fear for the man who rescued her and with whom she fell in love. She think him dead and mourn him.
- Death or Flogging. She has withness many whipping with the Zenthilars and she fears that the most. Being helpless while someone inflict that much pain on you... and possibly the whorst way to die in her eyes.
Four Things Your Character Loves Dearly (in order from least beloved to most)
- her instrument
- music
- the people she hold dears, even if for the moment all of them our dead, if she loves someones, she loves forcefully.
- Freedom
Three Things Your Character Is Embarrassed About (from least embarrassing to most)
- Having been used as a whore and essentially a slave by the Zenthilars
- Having run away when her familly was killed by bandit when she was 14
- Not being able to save her master or even learn of his fate. She feels she is a failure and she will do anything to prevent doing the same mistakes again.
Two Things Your Character is Proud of (from least to most proud)
- Her mastery over music and the heart of those who listen to her
- all the usefull information she gathered from the zents she bedded with or spied on.
One Thing They'd be Willing to Kill or Die for (state whether they'd kill or die for it)
- The Harper's code.
Birth:
She doesn't really know where she was born, but it was somewhere around the Dalelands. She was born on the road, in the middle of Eleint 17 years ago. Her mother was a travelling gur living with her "familly". She had real blood realtive, an uncle, and a grand-mother, as well as distant cousins. They were there Dancingwind Clan. Her Uncle was the leader at the time. Her father was a elf that travelled with them for a few months. There was no love between them, or at least it's what Ama's mother believe, but there was an attraction, some affection and the budding of friendship. As most Gur, her mother took the opportunity of the moment and was happy to have a daughter from the relationships. To her knowledge, her mother sent a letter to her father but she never knew if he actually received and she never heard of him.
Childhood:
Her childhood was very bright, full of love, sunshine and music. Ama was well loved by her familly even if she was an half-elf. She was a talented and curious child and every day was a new adventure for her. She wasn't very found of swordfight and she was happy to leave the defending of their little clan to the man. Travelling the roads always seemed a pleasure for her at that time, and even if she knew life was hard and difficulte, she felt free and invincible. When she was 7, after a sickness that pinned most of the clan down, her uncle decided to step down from leadership. He had almost died and he was not the men he used to be. A distant cousin steped in, and even if he was a good leader, he was not as well loved or as cunning as her uncle used to be. He was a bit more ambitious too, and sometimes it costed them more. He would try to press farther when he should have stoped for the night, he would ask too much or be to proud in towns that needed more diplomacy. So instead of being well accepted, they were received with suspicion or less friendship in some places.
It was one of those nights where he decided not to stay in Corm Orb that cost the life of her clan. A storm was approaching, but they had not received the reception Danthor wished for the clan. In the shadows of the Sunset Mountain, it wasn't surprising, but the young leader was too proud to accept it. So instead of staying one more night, he decided they would leave and try to find shelter before the storm would hit them. They didn't find any cave or shelter once the storm hit and it was one of the really big autumn storms where they couldn't see a thing. The horses where terrified and the noise from it all hide the approach of the bandits, or possibly returning mercenaries. They attacked the caravan like the lighting above. Her mother only had time to protect her and permit her to escape before she was slain. To this day, Ama doesn't know how she escaped it alive when the others where all slain, but instead of killing her, the mercenary who caught her fleeing decided to bring her as a slave and a prisoner. And this is how her life began in Darkhold.
There she learned how to steal, to charm men for favors or just to prevent them to harm her. She became adept at looking submissive and tractable. She learned to steal, to spy and to be unobtrusive. People forgot she was there unless she wanted to be seen. She was part of the furniture. Her songs and music also made her a valuable property.
That is also when she met the one who would become her teacher, her mentor. Darian was passing as a mercenary, a Stalwart. He was always kind to her, and if he seemed to use her as the rest of the company did, her never abused her and often hold back his "punishment" blows.
Young Adult Life:
When she was a bit older, the men started to take her to their beds. She didn't like it, but she knew it was a way to survive and if she became good, or at least not displeasing, she would learn more. She was too afraid to fight back at first, to afraid to refuse. The only gentle person around with her was Darian. One night, he was the one to be gifted with her to warm his bed. Instead of forcing her, they discuss and that is when he told her, that if she was willing, he would help her get back her freedom in exchange for information. He started slowly teaching her in the ways of the Harpers. At first she didn't know what he was doing, but eventually he came to trust her and told her what he really was. A spy for the harpers sent there to gather pieces of information on certain highly ranked members of the Zenthilars. And she started helping him for his cause and her conviction, going against her fears, to help the realms. It was not an abstract notion anymore, not like when she was a child. She knew what slavery meant, and what people could endure where freedom was a luxury and not a right. She was still afraid all the time, but now she had hope and conviction to keep her heart ablaze.
She rediscovered her kindness as well and tried her best to other slaves she knew would not tell on her for it. She shared her meals and finding with children or weaker slaves. And she passed all the time she could with Darian.
Eventually, they fell in love with one another. he was 6 years her senior, but she had mature quickly after all her ordeal. They didn't have to pretend to go to bed together anymore. She had to hide her feelings for the soldier thought, because her "master" would not accept that she liked a common soldier more than him, now that he was an officer.
It lasted for a year, and then, when they were planning to leave together, he disappeared. The night before, he wrote two sets of letters, just in case, containing all the information they both gathered. All he guessed and deduced as well. He told her he also wrote the help she'd given him and that he would endorse her to become a real agent when they reached the sword coast. Still, the night before they planned to leave, he offered her to tatoo the harper symbol. It was a great honnor and she was very humble about it. He insisted she deserved it after all she did, and in the end she accepted. The pain of the tatoo was nothing compare to all she had already endured. It was soon over, and it left her with mixed feeling. There was hope, in great amount, but there was also fear, shame and the impression a page, a door was cloding behind her... and in front, there was only unknown. Was she ready for that life? Would she be good enough? Their plan to escape and everything they needed was ready for the next night. Except that he was called for a mission but he never returned. None of his comrades ever told what happened, and, as a slave, she couldn't ask. She waited and waited for him, but when it was cleared he would not come back, she knew she had to try and escape. She had to try to find the harpers to bring them what Darian had died for. She had to live his leagacy.
She succefully escaped. Soldiers were so used to see her go around and always obey that they didn't question why she ventured out of the keep. All the other time she was send to gather herbs, food or really anything outside, she always came back, never dawdle. She waited until she was really far away, and then, she ran for it and hide in a cave he had prepared for them both. She waited for several days, until they would likely have given up their search for her. Only then did she try to reach the road and walk toward the Sword Coast.
Now, she only had to find the Harpers... she would have a long search in front of her, the Sword Coast was quite large.
Where you are today:
She lives it because of what Darian thought her, but also for all the other members of her clan who died. She wants to create a better world, one where people a free to travel, to love, to sign, to live. She believes in second chances and in hope. She believes in music and in the sun. She wants to bring hope to those who have lost it. In memory of those she loved and lost, and for all others who suffer under tyranny and injustice.
Views on the world:
My character doesn't like politics, she's not very good with it, but she knows it's unavoidable in civilized lands. It is a tool that can be used either for personal gains, which she despised, or to help others. She worship Lathander as her first patron, but she also give service to Milil and Selune. When she as a chance, she will visit those temples and pray for them. She also, once per year at the anniveresy of their death, try her best to pray in a sanctuary or over an altar of Selune for her lost family.