Name: So'kein
Age: 126 Years
Race: of the Kel'dian Elves
Personality: Due to many years living as a hermit, So'kein has become a bit odd, in her own way. She has lost her concept of time, which causes her to speak, at times in the wrong tense, or else speak oddly of the past and future. Her mind reminds her that she has lost any ability she ever had of being adaptable, and instead she tends to take things her own way. She has forgotten the social niceties or the normal ways of dealing with other living beings, having only needed to converse with either herself or her pets. She does talk to herself a lot. Her lost concept of time, in conjunction with her long elvish life, and her ability to heal most any ailment, has given her a warped view of the value of life. Sometimes she tosses aside the importance of other people's need to live, even if she genuinely cares for them, and has the ability to help them. The scars of her past have left her mind in pieces, and she tries not to look back on her life, for when she does it is never pleasant.
History: Having been too young to remember her mother before she passed on, So'kein's earliest memories of childhood were that of being raised by her father's mother, Malda. She was a wise woman, who lived outside of the village, and generally kept to herself. Her house was secluded, and positioned on an overlook by the sea. There So'kein spent many hours watching the tide, waiting to see her father's ship on the horizon.
Malda taught her many skills in natural healing and elven medicine practices, which she later found of some usefulness. But mostly it was the only entertainment the old woman could offer young So'kein--as she grew up longing for a life of adventure like her father lived. But instead, she was stuck there, while he was away. She and her grandmother hardly traveled to the village; So'kein knew no such things as the warmth of having a large family, the security of living in a close knit village, or even the bustling life in the bigger cities. The only company she kept most times, was her own imagination.
Her father Toler'n was an honorable man, though she never saw him much, she knew it so certainly. As far as she knew, he had always been a sailor. It was strange employment for an elf, but though he was born elf-kind, he had always lived among humans and it had caused him to become like them in many ways. Malda would tell her tales of the ways of honor among the elves, however Toler'n would only speak tales of his adventures at sea. He worked on an honest trading ship, and whenever he made port he would come visit So'kein. His visits were short, but he would fill her ears with enough stories to last her until his next, and the rest of his spare time he spent teaching her to wield a sword. Yet, as she grew older, his visits grew few and far-between. Until one day, he never returned. Malda told her that his ship had been lost at sea, and he had died. But for a long time still, So'kein waited at the shore, watching the horizon.
When she had grown So'kein took the healing methods her grandmother taught her and traveled to the village to practice medicine, but the humans there were not accepting, and viewed her methods as strange. She stayed there though, always longing to leave and find a new life--until one day she had her chance. A charming young tradesman from across the sea came to port, and he found her. His eyes were bright, and his hands gentle. He spoke of the city he lived in with such inspiring words. Finally, he insisted she return with him, and asked her to be his wife. Young, naive and longing for a change, So'kein gratefully accepted.
But soon the wonderful new life, and the beautiful new city, all turned to rot. She had never saw that charming man anymore, the day they left port. He was still there, his face still the same, but so much else changed. The longer she stayed with him the worse it became. He abused and beat her, until she lived in constant fear of him, dreaming every moment of revenge. He was a mad drunk, and on the worst night she hid from him in a dark corner of the kitchen, clutching to a cleaver with trembling hands, debating whether to take his life or her own. It was the night she decided to run. When he'd passed out drunk she cursed his soul and left, never looking back.
So'kein lived as a wanderer after that, as she traveled she acquired select items and habits from different cultures along the way, but she never found her fulfilling life. She had become a recluse and a but odd, much preferring to have only herself as company. She was living in a seaside shack outside of port town. Anyone who knew of her existence considered her something like a witch or a voodoo doctor, though she never claimed any such title--until she realized their ability to send people running for the hills. Now after so much time alone her view of reality is more than a little warped. Basically, she lives in her own little world.
Equipment: She always keeps her chest not too far away (which she may refer to as Pandora's Box, or just Pandora) and in it she keeps many important medicinal items, including her snake Kin.
Also traveling with her is her black fox Rin.
And usually on her hip is her saber and in her belt her knife. She may carry a pack with her at times, instead of the chest.
Appearance: Her elven skin, which should be soft and fair, is tanned from her time spent along the shore, and her hair is in long but uneven, beaded dreadlocks of black, brown and red. Her eyes are bright blue, but they are surrounded by dark makeup over the dark circles already put there by a lack of proper rest. She wears whatever she finds to be comfortable, but usually her clothes would be more commonly seen to be worn by the gypsy women, nothing a respectable elf would be caught wearing. Always she wears her great collection of necklaces, bracelets and rings. Though only few of them being of any value.
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