Basic Information
Age:16Nation of origin:Mayene
Hair:Golden Brown, curly, hangs in ringlets around her face, as she generally does not take the time to do much with it.
Eyes:Rich blue, bordering on an amethyst hue.
Skin:Ivory, pale, smooth-complexioned.
Height:5'3
Description:She is slight of build, slightly petitie, without a curvaceous body, but still subtly attractive without mind-shattering beauty.
Voice:Quiet, softspoken, but firm when she does speak up. Her voice is rather "alluring" and rich.
Personality:Knytiri is quick to smile and laugh, hard to anger, easy to please. A quick story and a smile in her direction is enough to convince her that there's nothing wrong with a person. Quick to trust people, she is also strangely resilient to getting hurt; she has "seen" betrayals so frequently in her reading that she somewhat expects it from people, though she has failed to learn to guard herself and make it harder for others to gain her trust.
Special Skills:Knytiri is a bookworm, and has spent most of her life reading in the libraries, or conversing with travelers in her father's inn.
Weaknesses:
Knowledge Weakness: As she spends a little too much of her time reading, Knytiri has come to expect unrealistic things of the world around her. Sublime, perfect romance for one, among others.
Physical Weakness: She doesn't get out very much, past her father's inn, or the local libraries, and therefore isn't well-traveled. She's a little soft, and unsuspecting.
Personality weakness: Naive to a fault, but balanced with determination; once Knytiri has her mind set on something, something as minor as someone taking advantage of her would not sway her.
One Power Breakdown
| Air | Earth | Fire | Spirit | Water | >Strenth | SkillPotency | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 7 | 4 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 25(25) | 36 | 61 |
History
Knytiri was born to a poor man and woman in Mayene. Her father was little more than a cook at a local inn, her mother a seamstress down the street. They had little, but were happy enough, to be what they were. They ignored life on the grander scale, living only in the few blocks that surrounded their small home, and were happy to do so. When Knytiri was little, her father inherited the ownership of the inn as the previous owner passed away. Her mother quit her job to help her father, by taking his old place as the cook. Knytiri learned to fend for herself more often than not, and took to the local libraries and book stores to entertain herself. She fell in love with the wild tales she could find there, and the wild tales that travelers threw her father’s inn brought with them. As she grew older, she began wishing for more, however, to see more, to do more, to experience more than city life. Her father resisted, not wanting to see his little girl leave their home, but as she turned fifteen, her mother finally argued on Knytiri’s behalf, saying that the poor girl was doing little more than wasting away in the city, reading books, doing little that was productive.
“If the girl wants to explore, then let her explore. Perhaps she’ll find something she’s good at, something she can bring back with her, and make herself a happy life,” her mother argued. Her father at last consented, and they gathered what little savings they had to pay for Knytiri’s passage on a ship to Caemlyn. She did so, reveling in the trip itself, seeing sights outside of Mayene for the first time in her life. Her father’s friend went along with her, as protection, but he left her once they reached Caemlyn. Another woman aboard the ship seduced him, and stole him away, and Knytiri never saw him again. She was little bothered, however, for she was in Caemlyn, someplace new, exciting.
Requirements
Novice
| BIO | QUZ | OPBD | MON | OPRP | NC1 | ARCH |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Yes | Yes | Yes | No | No | No | No |