Full Name: Eilyx Jadake Beghanni
Pronunciation of name: Aye-lix Jhad-a-kay Bay-ghan-nee
Nickname(s): Eil for familiarity or more intimately - Jada
Sex: Female Race/species: Mixed human
Age: 23ish Mental age: Perhaps older and wiser then her years
Marital status: Single
Orientation/Sexual preference: Heterosexual
Height: 5 feet 3 inches
Weight: 117 lbs.
Eyes: Grey-green, large and slightly tilted up at the outside corners. The irises are lined with a dark green that fades to the very lightest of grey at the pupil.
Nose: Wide at the base from nostril to nostril, but not disproportionately so. Straight and medium length from bridge to tip.
Lips: Medium width / full
Ears: Small, close to the head with very, very slight (almost un-noticeable) points at the tip.
Body build: Slim, not muscular, not frail.
Hair: Dirty white… Imagine white with strands of brown and gray mixed within, hangs 5 to 6 inches below the shoulders
Complexion: Pale, some freckles across the top of her cheeks and nose.
Scars: Small, jagged scar just below the left temple.
Birthmarks: A dark shadow with a distinctive shape on her left arm, just above the inside elbow. Keeps it hidden beneath wraps or long sleeves.
Piercings: Multiple along the right ear lobe.
Tier/Influence: 2 (local); Naïve to the wider world but determined and strong of heart.
Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers: Strong healing ability with herbs, poultices, teas etc., Has a latent or undiscovered metaphysical affinity for healing via delving with her mind. (to be discovered slowly through character progression.)
Mental state: Unsettled
Personality snapshot: Gentle, a bit naïve, determined.
In depth personality: Eilyx struggles with duty versus personal desires. It isn’t so much that she doesn’t -want- to fulfill her duties, so much as she is certain that anyone other than her would have been more suited to achieve success.
Most prominent personality trait: Stubbornness
Best personality trait: Compassion and determination
Worst personality trait: Snappish and too quick to react out of emotion
Current faith or religion: None
Alignment (good, evil, etc.): Naively good
Occupation: Apprentice apothecary
Abilities (As in powers): None that have manifested
Special skills (Not meaning powers): Her capacity for healing through herbs
Hobbies: Eilyx carries three worn books, her dearest treasures. Most nights, she tries to teach herself to read them, picking apart the words letter by letter and attempting to say them out loud in an effort to recognize a word by hearing it.
Items:
- Books
- Satchel and Pouches with various herbs and healing accoutrement
- Her father’s sword (which she does not know how to use)
- Note from an unknown sender
History: Eilyx had a happy childhood in a small village. They were relatively poor but had the love of each other and Eilyx never knew a lack for anything. The last of four children, she was initially shy of strangers but warmed up quickly enough if her parents seemed accepting. As she grew into her teen years, she showed interest and propensity for the herb lore that her mother practiced, and quickly absorbed the knowledge leading to an ability that would someday surpass her mother’s.
Her older sister, Jhanwi married well and moved to the city of a neighboring nation to raise a family with her merchant husband. Her two brothers, twins named Morghav and Teslan also left, seeking an education and training in the arts of war. Eilyx remained content, if uneducated, in the walls of her childhood home, happily believing that life would stay much as it had always been.
Then came the days of war and plague. She and her mother healed where they could, keeping the lives of many villagers away from the hands of the Grave Lord, but they could do nothing when Eilyx’s father fell ill. As he lay in his deathbed, he called her close to him and she listened to his whispered, last request with tears creeping from the corners of her eyes and traveling along her jawbone before falling from her trembling chin. “Eilyx”, he said, “My quiet, determined Jada. There will come one who seeks me. You must go forth in my place and take what news they bring, then do their bidding. All will be well.” Her mother came to sit with them, a few more words of love and encouragement were exchanged and then her father was gone. She was 17 then, and it would be nearly five more years before the stranger came. She’d almost forgotten really, half believing that her father had spoken fever words.
But come the stranger did, calling for her to gather her father’s sword and carry it, along with a sealed note he handed to her, to a city far, far to the south in lands she’d never heard of. “No other may do this task, for it is yours and well did your father know what would be asked of his last born.” She watched in anger, fear, and confusion as the man turned his horse about and left the tiny village. She’d not even known that her father had a sword, but felt as if compulsion had been laid on her like a mantle, “Mother…” she started, “Father knew this day would come? He never said anything to prepare me for this… Why did he have a sword?” The questions rattled out until she grew too exhausted to speak. Mourning her father anew, fearing the morrow when she must leave her mother, resenting a journey for unknown purposes that she alone must make, she fell into a fitful sleep.
Here is where her journey begins…
