Post by Silisia Harte on Jan 24, 2015 8:29:27 GMT
Name: Silisia Harte Age: 32 Title: The plagued, nothing, no one, forgotten. Ability: Healing Sexuality: Heterosexual Personality: Silisia has a slight smile always lingering on her face and her real smile is a smile that one only sees four or five times in a life. Her lips are full and a soft pink. Her teeth are straight. Her smile has a welcoming quality to it. Her smile drifts to a lost, dreamy one when she tends to drift into her own world and her own thoughts. Silisia's smile can be a depiction of rebellion. The way she grins wolfishly is far from innocent. Determination and sometimes arrogance comes through, in a way to push other people away. Her demeanor is mostly cool and aloof, and very much distanced from the people around her. She has a finely constructed face and a pale complexion. She has a certain ghostly quality about her and a definite feminine look about her. She has deft movements and is very reserved with them. She uses her hands to talk but doesn't over exaggerate her movements. Her hands are small and her fingers long. She sometime adorns them with rings of special meaning. She has never taken her wedding ring off -- she cannot remember the man and she cannot remember her life with him but she refuses to let it go, determined to find out who she was before. Her thin body is usually covered in riding gear. There is limited stock of clothing in the village she inhabits so her attire is usually quite plain. She usually hides a dagger somewhere. Her face bares little make up and her hair usually falls untamed about her waist. Silisia has learnt of the past year to adapt to her circumstance. While she often feels overwhelmed and without a clear identity, she persists in finding meaning. Her constant search for answers about her past creates a foundation for her to build from. She was someone to someone once. She holds onto this despite having no memory of this. However, this process is not frustration free. She tends to be rash and emotionally flighty. She finds it difficult to let new people emotionally into her life. Despite this, Silisia is open and warm to all people, particularly those in distress. She also shows very little compassion to herself and in some ways has internalised the feelings of anger and distaste that her own people show herself and all those who caught the plague. Silisia makes calculated decisions and only follows through with such actions with great consideration for the repercussions. This makes her a very strong leader. Silisia has great integrity and is often painfully truthful. She takes responsibility for her actions for most parts. Silisia suffers from terrible nightmares, and usually hardly sleeps. She tends to remain up most night, practising her newly found abilities. Her nightmares consist of vague memories of the past. History: Silisia was born into a family of wealthy spice merchants in the city of Byzantir. Being the only child, she was trained to take over her father's business. She was educated in accounting, maths, taught to read and write, speak a variety of languages, geography and a little science. Brought up to be sharp of mind and tongue, she was able to hold her own against the men of the world from a very young age. However, her heart was never in trading and prefered to pour through books in the library and learning about the healing arts. Her father's failing health, however, kept her from pursuing her own interests and dreams. Her father died when she was 16, and shortly after she took over the business. She married a black smith at the age of 20. For the most part, she had a comfortable, yet simple, life. AT the age of 25, the illness took her. Her mother, at the first sign of illness, smuggled her out of Byzantir to the border of Indir, where others afflicted by the plague took her across the border to start her new life. She has remained across the borders for the past seven years, relearning who she is and mastering her magic. However, she is becoming restless and seeks to cross the border to rejoin the world of the living. |
