I check the guild daily, I post whenever's most convenient for me *shrug*.
Race / Species Aphmayun | Sex ♀ |
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Appearance For Aphmayun standards Dio is tall, standing at 5ft, with wiry muscles weaved around a sturdy frame. She has a severe profile with harsh, well definied features and eyes want of casting measured looks at the world around her, drinking everything in. If nothing else Dio seems immutably grounded in the world around her, as natural a part of the landscape as the nearest mountain or ocean. Her wild hair and skin are a greyish muted blue hue from her favoured foods. |
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Age 61 | Voice a low rounded timber, with long drawn out vowels and strangely staccato consonants. A little disconcerting given her height. |
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Trade Lorekeeper, Weaver | Skills Lorekeeper 1 | Weaver 1 | --- |
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Quirks Nodding along to others speaking during conversation while making prolonged eye contact, failing to announce her presence upon arrival, weaving or spinning during downtime, drawing in the dirt with sticks, acquiring walking poles while out and about, scratching at material with her nails to ascertain it's nature, failing to answer straight questions with straight answers, conveniently selective hearing when most beneficial. Clicks her tongue when deeply annoyed, but only if she is either by herself or doesn't realise she's doing it. |
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Interests Lore / Events of all cultures, collecting stories, weaving - always weaving, spinning, observing weird food practices, watching the environment for omens, wandering, lazing on warm days, cultural adaptions to cold climates, strange nick nacks, small critters. |
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Disgusts Hot springs, the ocean, alien pompous behaviour, hyperactive people, manipulators, 'politics', the unburied dead, severely infected wounds, 'man-made' machinations that pervert nature, certain tropical parasites native to Cricsaw |
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History Born in the rainforests of Cricsaw to the familial settlement network of Nu, Dio was a subdued child in nature, far removed from her mischievous cousins and siblings. Often it was joked Dio was born ancient, to which she would retort a snark parable detailing at unnecessary length the pitfalls that awaited wanton antics in the wild woods. She would often be blamed for undue mischief, and unlike most children, solemnly wear the burden of those tales as if they were her own, rather then squawking about undue blame. Often the adults would easily see through such tales, but Dio was a little too inclined towards spinning them back in her favor later down the line, either while out with the other children or in jury should a situation be pinned on her and escalated. In the end the other little aphmayun would pin things on her less and less, and she would on occasion tease them by seeking them out and suggesting they do so. All in all, Dio was a bit of an oddity, but still considered with a strange affection none the less, for everyone had their place in Nu, particularly one so comfortable taking on necessary work.Dio took early to the responsibilities and chores of their life, even as a child. In this way she spent a large portion of her childhood running to and fro to fetch water under her mother's feet, fletch bark, collect roots and tubers and forage for mushrooms. Nu itself was both the family name Nu and a network that the Nu family was largely responsible for maintaining within the forest - travelling back and forth between other families, exchanging information and food, attending and occasionally helping to arrange events, sharing omens and linens and sometimes attending juries if invited, fetching healers if the need arose. In this way Dio would walk the forests far and wide with her family, and while families exchanged stories and information of their lives, Dio would listen. She was a sponge for information, and often these stories would bubble up on the return journeys home. Later, as her weaving skills developed more fully, she would partake in the tradition of weaving these family stories into tapestries or linens, though her attempts were crude and she found herself frustrated. The Nu family knew the Nu symbols and ornamentation, but the young teenager was not privvy to the knowledge of other families, and discussions that pressed the matter were given vague conclusions that left Dio with a sense of frustration. In time the desire to collate and record the knowledge of the Nu network would become the cornerstone of her life. It was with great frustration her parents realised that as Dio approached child-bearing age she still had no interest in finding a mate, let alone continuing the family line. It was not a great surprise to them, and they had other children who had already settled - and Dio had younger siblings as well - but nonetheless it was somewhat a break from tradition they had hoped against, as building stronger bonds with other families was greatly beneficial to survival in the rainforest, and Dio would have been effective at running a household. In the end, they came to accept her nature, as Aphmayun are hardly the most stringent or cruel of the races. As a teenager she was granted leave of the home, and made the far arduous trek to the north of the forest to live in the hovel of a great weaver and lorekeeper, Agya, an ancient Aphmayun with a wicked sense of humour and far sprier then many would give her credit for. She spent near a decade learning in the home of Agya - which for a Aphmayun was surprisingly empty of relatives - learning the stories, sigils and signs of all the Aphmayun families in the rainforest. Unlike Dio's tree root home, Agya lived in a traditional burrow. Her children and children's children would come to visit her, sometimes bringing gifts or stories or just asking for Agya's advice, and Dio was surprised to find that Agya would also travel to the clans despite her ghastly age. She soon learned the old bat was far more then met the eye, and Dio learnt to keep a close eye on her through the years. In time Agya's great nephew Ebon would take a liking to Dio. And while Dio was not one for strong inclinations to anyone, over time she did come to appreciate his presence. Often he would come and sit quietly in the weaving room, and he would carve. It would be a year into the rainy season, and Ebon had been around little, until Dio realised she was perturbed without his current company. A few weeks later Ebon arrived with a leg injury, having sustained it travelling, and getting caught in a mudslide in the torrential downpour. Both Agya and Dio decided he should stay to heal up, which after an initial protest he relented as he could not travel far in such conditions. He would stay the season, and in the early dark hours their relation would not stay entirely platonic. So it was Dio came to be with child and distraught at the situation. From her perspective, she had ruined what she considered to be an ideal life after escaping the possibility of this exact situation previously - by now, Dio was stepping fully into the role of Lorekeeper in her community, and when not travelling between families, weaving. She already had everything she wanted, and a child did not factor into such a plan. For several weeks she remained at her loom weaving furiously, until she finally faced up to the situation, first to Agya. Agya soothed her frustration and assured her that she could surely maintain her Lorekeeper responsibilities if that was what she wished, Dio's stubbornness would assure it. Agya gently suggested she and Ebon and join families, and then Agya could relinquish her duties to Dio both as a spiritual successor and by blood ties. Still, Dio was restless with the situation. It was not what she had in mind for her life... She would later confess the situation to Ebon. They would talk for a long time, the most words that had ever transpired between them. It was agreed they would first travel to his ancestral home of Ta, and then to the Nu family, and then begin preparations for the celebration and home building ceremonies. It did not sit well with Dio, but it was a duty she now undertook. For Dio the months went by in a blur. They took a home in northern center of the forest, within a day's travel of Agya and not far from the Tu homes. Once again, she found herself surprised by the level of satisfaction she felt from Ebon's presence. But beneath everything, even while weaving, there was now a sense of restlessness, a sense of lack of control. She would raise four children over the course of her life, and during that time the forest of Cricshaw would open up a little to travellers and adventurous folk who came to plumb it's wonders. As they passed through their lands the Aphmayun kept a close eye on them, and Dio listened to their stories and began to feel the pull of something laid to rest. With her eldest children now grown with families of their own and her firstborn taking up the mantle of Lorekeeper for the network, Dio set her eyes on the horizon. It was not a happily received decision, far from it, but her mind was set. Into the wild world Dio has gone, carrying the forest of Cricshaw in her heart and the stories of her homeland, and leaving a rift in her home in her wake. It's been near a decade since then, and Rio still has not returned to her familial homes. |
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Intellect: Grounded | Openness: Realistic | Motivation: Dutiful | Temper:Sympathetic | Emotional Stability: Stalwart |
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Sash ties back hair, various braids and beads | (shoulders) | (arms) |
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Barkweave Bracers | Moonlight Linen Tunic | Cloth Sash |
(hips) | 'shorts' (dutch slop style breaches to hands width above knee) | Simple wraps |
Travellers Sack (back) | (accessory #2) | (accessory #3) |
Small Loom | Maiden's Hair Twines, Barkbraid, Vinerope, Weaving Supplies | Crude 'Quarterstaff' |
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Crude Wooden Bowl, Water Bladder, | Linens for sale | An assortment of heavy rugs and various fabrics, in varying states of completion |
Worn Machete | Pet: Songbird | Small weave bag filled with nuts, roots and seeds. |
@BlueflameLet's see...you can start any way you want, but you wanted him with the king of Gillsommr and Heil, right? So he could currently be in Gillsommr, either in the Palace of Errington or trying to escape. Or is he friends with the king?