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Birthday: The 4th of Achtus, 2698
Age: 21
FC: Sophie Turner
Place of Origin: South of Old Rose Harbor, Close to the border of Hesse
Current Location: Vienda, Anaxas
Occupation: Waitress at The Toy Lantern
Player Name: Vaelarys
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Standing 5’4 feet, weighing nothing more than around 110-115, it is obvious that she isn’t the most physically dangerous woman to be around. Her red hair falls to around her waist, a tiny bit above her navel. Though her brother called her a child of fire, her hair is more likely to resemble the color of rust than fire. Depending on the light, and season it will shift from a darker reddish brown to a lighter reddish brown. The top part is often braided in either one or two braids pulled back, rolled up in a rose-like bun on the back of her head. The rest of her hair will hang loose, but when she works she will sometimes tie the rest into a low ponytail or braid it.
Her eyes are a blue so light that they would almost be considered grey, and both her hair and eyes stand in stark contrast to her pale skin. Her slightly slanted eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, straight nose, and neither thin nor full lips often in a straight line, almost makes a resemble a fox. Her cheekbones are sharp, and visible from the low body fat, and not getting much to eat. Her chin often lifted in a defiant manner, is round and accompanied by a somewhat square but not masculine jaw.
Though the lack of food has taken away a good amount of her body fat, she still has a healthy figure. A thin waist, but normally wide hips, and a normal sized chest give her the body of a healthy woman. Many hard hours and lesson have taught her how to move gracefully and ladylike, with a head held high, long strides, and a correct posture. The lack of a smile combined with this often gives her an air of arrogance walking down the street, but the fake smile worn at her job as a waitress makes her look like a young, innocent lady.
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She has a fiery soul and changing her name for Carstair to Fyrechild, was a decision based on both wanting to honor her dead older brother, but also to separate herself from her parents. She considers them cowards that won’t fight for the right cause and wants absolutely nothing to do with them. So, she walked all the way to Vienda to start a new life, looking for a way to join The Resistance.
Having not learned to fight physically, she has learned to wear her knowledge and femininity as an armor, rather than a weakness. She knows how to act properly and calculates her every move carefully. An authentic smile is rarely to spot on her face, and she easily comes off as arrogant. Her socialite personality is carefully crafted and meant to bring her closer to her goal. She has taught herself how to imitate the mannerisms of the Galdori women, to make herself more able to blend in between them at social events. Her parents’ teachings seem to come in handy after all.
She likes to appear tougher than she actually is and has quite a sharp tongue. She has a strong hate towards the Galdori that she conceals behind a fake smile never reaching her eyes. She isn’t to keen of neither wicks nor passives as well but isn’t quite as hostile towards them. She doesn’t bare her teeth in a smile in front of them. She believes herself to be fair in her distrust and dislike towards Galdori and doesn’t believe them to be good in any way. She is in that matter just as prejudiced as the Galdori themselves.
Though very distrustful in general and towards all species, once her trust is gained, she is immensely loyal, and will always put her loved ones and allies first. She could easily sacrifice someone innocent for the sake of protecting her own. But she would never be able to kill them herself. Yet.
She is very crafty and is willing to do almost everything to get to where she wants to be. She is judicious, but due to her young age, she will from time to time act impulsively. Her intense trust in her own skills and knowledge sometimes leads her to make the wrong choices, which often has consequences either for herself or someone else.
She bears herself with pride and dislikes if people question her integrity. She has quite the temper, but it is often expressed passively aggressively rather than loudly. She has through practice learned how to conceal and hide her own feelings, especially as a mean to get her to what she wants. When she works as a waitress at The Toy Lantern, she appears to be cute and innocent- Like the twenty-one-year-old she is.
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One cold winter day, the 4th Achtus in 2698, the Carstair family of three could welcome their new, and fourth member. Nymeria Carstair, she had been named. A name her parents hoped would make her be able to fit in with the higher classes when she one day would grow up to be a fine lady. Alongside her elder brother Rhysand, four years older than her, Nymeria grew up, on a small, remote farm just south of Old Rose Harbor. She grew up like so many other humans, secretly being taught how to read and write, along with a small amount of self-defense. And every day she would play out in the nature around the farm with her older brother, and her red hair would be flowing in the wind, and her icy blue eyes would reflect in the small ponds she would splash around in with her feet. “Your hair looks like fire, maybe you were born of fire, as a way to keep us warm?” her brother would say when the winters came, and they would all be freezing.
As she grew older though, she began being taught etiquette, to make sure she would be able to fit into society flawlessly. She was taught how to effortlessly blend in and how to wear a prominent smile that would hide her true feelings. Her brother was taught how to fight, swing an ax, and hunt. She noticed the significant difference that suddenly separated her and her brother’s upbringing, but when she inquired to why it was like that she would be answered with a “That’s just the way of the world because you are a girl, and he is a boy”. Her playing in the nature and returning dirty was no longer met with laughter from her parents, but instead concerned looks and scolding. When she turned to her brother, he would look at her with a smile in his eyes. “You’re a fiery child, nothing will be able to keep you still” her brother would say, as he would take out to play in secret.
Her tenth birthday came, and so she was allowed for the first time to come along to Vienda. The burning excitement she felt bumbling around in a carriage for the first time in her life, would soon be distinguished by the prejudice of the Galdor that she met on the streets of Vienda. Walking alongside her brother and parents on the cobblestones of the street, a slightly older girl dressed in the prettiest clothes that she had ever seen bumped into her. She faintly heard the startled gasp from her mother and father, as the girl fell to her knees being knocked out of balance. Next thing she knew, a stranger’s hand had hit her cheek so hard that nothing except the blood pumping could be heard in her ears. Between the pumps, her parents would apologize in such a frightened way that she started fearing for her own life. Why were they apologizing for their own child being hit? Why was the only one who had his arms around her, her brother? Why was she different from the little girl in the pretty dress?
“She was the one running into me, it wasn’t my fault!” she cried out on the way home, and her parents would look at her with tired eyes and shake their heads. “Honey, the way it is, it will always be our fault. We can’t fight back against the Galdori, we can’t do anything.”. It wasn’t fair. Why would being able to use magic make you a better person? It didn’t. But she kept quiet when her brother squeezed her hand pleading her to keep her mouth shut.
When they got home her brother pulled her hand, stopping her from entering the house along with her parents, and he stared her deep into her eyes. “You keep that fire alive child, and you never let anyone put it out. But you can’t keep it alive if you're dead,” he whispered before pulling her into a hug, and then leaving her standing, alone, outside the door. Next year she didn’t get to come along with the rest of the family to Vienda.
The years passed, and every now and then her brother would secretly give her book, shushing her to indicate that their parents mustn’t know. And she read every book, whether it be stories of the war of the book, books that taught her about flora, or fauna, or other kingdoms. Her parents had hired a teacher to teach her proper etiquette, a teacher so strict that she would have a new bruise every single day. When she turned fifteen her brother left. “Don’t tell mom and dad, but I’m going to fight for the freedom of our people. I’m not getting married. Remember! Our parents do not define us, and you, kiddo, have a special fire burning inside of you. I knew the day that I saw your red hair. You’re a child of fire, don’t you ever forget”. He kissed the top of her head, and then he left. He never came back.
He had sent her letters, but when she turned nineteen, they suddenly stopped coming. The letters would tell her stories of secret missions, incredible persons he had met, and the unfairness of the racial inequality. And every letter would end with “I hope you’re keeping that fire alive, kiddo”.
Months passed, and one day she came home to a heavy silence in the house. The only thing breaking the silence was the quiet sniffles of her mother, and as she made her way to the kitchen she found an open envelope with no sender and a formal written letter.
“Your son was killed in the line of duty, fighting for our freedom. He was my best friend, and he fought bravely. He loved all of you.” No name, neither for sender nor receiver. As the reality dawned on Nymeria, the letter dropped to the floor, and as on cue her mother’s sobs became louder, and her dad who had been standing silently clenched his fist before hitting the top of the table angrily yelling “That damn Resistance”. Nymeria had stared at them in disbelief. Was it not the Galdori’s fault that he had died? She turned around and quietly left the house to wander for hours.
The months passed, and her anger grew. She was angry that her parents were such cowards, that her brother had died trying to create a better world, mad that the Galdori thought that they had the right to feel superior. The night she turned twenty, she packed her things, and in the shadows of the night, she left for Vienda. She was going to find The Resistance. And she was going to join them.
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Nymeria wants to find a way to join The Resistance. She wants to act as a spy, and someday be among the higher ranks, leading those fiery souls, thirsting for freedom of their chains. But first, she must observe and learn. She needs to be useful, but she must also find someone who can open the doors for her so that she
can join. She mustn’t appear as a spoiled brat.
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