Name: Kirsi
Age: 26
Physical description:
A slender build with a somewhat elegant posture. Her facial features are fair, though her long, light brown hair is somewhat frisky and always finds ways to give her a slightly bewildered look. Bright blue eyes pierce through you. Though there is a certain sadness to them. Still a soft blush on her cheeks shows a certain liveliness, or temper.
She dresses herself in the old ways of her village, with a plain dress and colourful attires, like a waistband, apron and vest. Simple dark brown leather shoes protect her feet, which she has adorned with some legwarmers. A withered grayish shawl always covers her shoulders.
Bulletpoints for a background:
- A line of crafters on mother's side, where the women spun wool, dyed it with plants and wove whatever was needed. A small trace of magic runs through this bloodline, which flows into their creations as it was made. Depending on the crafter's intentions, it gave the wearer protection, love or healing.
- Her father came from a noble family, who had their own small county. Soon it showed he had a keen and open mind, quick wits and an eye for strategy. Being one of the younger children he was trained to be a marshal. Since their own county was rather peaceful, he was appointed to help allies. As he was examining the area on one of this trips, he met her mother and found himself mesmerized by her.
- Born in the cold winter months she was named Kirsi, after the frost that decorated everything with a sparkling shine. She was raised in her mother's village, a secluded place where the old ways were still followed. Yet some new ways had formed too when her father had became part of the settlement. Even though women had a leading role first, there came more equality as her father shared his knowledge. Bringing more security, yet also giving way to trade with the outside world. Which both brought fortune and disaster.
- Her grandmother and mother taught Kirsi everything they could about the crafts and the accompanying magic. In some regions their crafts specifically became known for their intricate colourful patterns. And while it wasn't spoken aloud, people could feel the energy flowing trough their newly obtained scarf, mittens or other attire. Some were grateful for this extra gift, seeing the extraordinarity of the skill. Though there were also the ones who were already turned towards the new faiths, who became unsure, even frightened as their heads were filled with the stories of demons and fiends trying to get to their souls by dark magic.
- As Kirsi became a woman, she was to embark on a solitary journey. It was a custom going back for centuries. The girl would step into womanhood, figuratively and physically by walking the old paths at the end of spring until mid-summer. It was ment to give the person time to reflect on its childhood, to experience their skills as they were by themselves and to form an idea of what they wanted to bring to others in the following years. As she departed, her mother gave her a shawl in which every colour symbolized a family member.
- Halfway her journey, the colours within her shawl turned grey. Some instantly while others slowly faded. She knew something was awfully wrong and decided to turn back. The screeching of crows welcomed her as she neared the village. Chills went up and down her spine as she saw slaughtered bodies in the village centre. Within her home she found her siblings and grandmother had died from a terrible illness. Their bodies mutilated. Staying, taking care of a respectable resting place for everyone, would be beyond her strength and would probably mean her own dead as well. Though in that moment, it was the most desirable way to be reunited with her family. As she walked out of the house, her sight blurred by tears, a faint form appeared before her. She rubbed her eyes and saw a wooden cross pierced through the body of a beloved family friend, another craftswoman. The cross was simple, though someone had taken the trouble to carve out a small emblem in the middle (The emblem of your characters family? Otherwise it will be a random family to whom she will hold an immense grudge). It fueled her anger and made her recall her intentions: to protect what belonged to her and to preserve and deepen her knowledge of the old magic of the crafts. It reached a whole different level as the emblem became a symbol of her hatred.
- The following years she traveled from region to region, learning new ways to her crafts, adopting them and finding ways to imbue them with her energy. While the healing energies were still within her, she felt they were inconsistent and sometimes a grey or even black fringe would appear in her creation, a sign of darker energies overruling the lighter ones. At some point she found the county in which she resides now. It was far away from her own region and though she clearly stood out and was seen as a foreigner, the surroundings agreed to her. With lush green hills and a large forest nearby, she was ensured of enough diversity for her crafts and wool supplies wouldn't be a problem either.
- Her shop slowly became well known. Although most people were wary of her and would keep their distance, they always ended up at 'Eelin' (after her mother's name) when they needed quality attire. And not all people looked down on her. The shepherds were kind and one had become a close friend with whom she would sing and play music every now and then. Even at the nearby abbey there were a few monks who enjoyed her company. Still it was frowned upon by the others and gossip and tales would go round of 'The witch of Eelin'.
Age: 26
Physical description:
A slender build with a somewhat elegant posture. Her facial features are fair, though her long, light brown hair is somewhat frisky and always finds ways to give her a slightly bewildered look. Bright blue eyes pierce through you. Though there is a certain sadness to them. Still a soft blush on her cheeks shows a certain liveliness, or temper.
She dresses herself in the old ways of her village, with a plain dress and colourful attires, like a waistband, apron and vest. Simple dark brown leather shoes protect her feet, which she has adorned with some legwarmers. A withered grayish shawl always covers her shoulders.
Bulletpoints for a background:
- A line of crafters on mother's side, where the women spun wool, dyed it with plants and wove whatever was needed. A small trace of magic runs through this bloodline, which flows into their creations as it was made. Depending on the crafter's intentions, it gave the wearer protection, love or healing.
- Her father came from a noble family, who had their own small county. Soon it showed he had a keen and open mind, quick wits and an eye for strategy. Being one of the younger children he was trained to be a marshal. Since their own county was rather peaceful, he was appointed to help allies. As he was examining the area on one of this trips, he met her mother and found himself mesmerized by her.
- Born in the cold winter months she was named Kirsi, after the frost that decorated everything with a sparkling shine. She was raised in her mother's village, a secluded place where the old ways were still followed. Yet some new ways had formed too when her father had became part of the settlement. Even though women had a leading role first, there came more equality as her father shared his knowledge. Bringing more security, yet also giving way to trade with the outside world. Which both brought fortune and disaster.
- Her grandmother and mother taught Kirsi everything they could about the crafts and the accompanying magic. In some regions their crafts specifically became known for their intricate colourful patterns. And while it wasn't spoken aloud, people could feel the energy flowing trough their newly obtained scarf, mittens or other attire. Some were grateful for this extra gift, seeing the extraordinarity of the skill. Though there were also the ones who were already turned towards the new faiths, who became unsure, even frightened as their heads were filled with the stories of demons and fiends trying to get to their souls by dark magic.
- As Kirsi became a woman, she was to embark on a solitary journey. It was a custom going back for centuries. The girl would step into womanhood, figuratively and physically by walking the old paths at the end of spring until mid-summer. It was ment to give the person time to reflect on its childhood, to experience their skills as they were by themselves and to form an idea of what they wanted to bring to others in the following years. As she departed, her mother gave her a shawl in which every colour symbolized a family member.
- Halfway her journey, the colours within her shawl turned grey. Some instantly while others slowly faded. She knew something was awfully wrong and decided to turn back. The screeching of crows welcomed her as she neared the village. Chills went up and down her spine as she saw slaughtered bodies in the village centre. Within her home she found her siblings and grandmother had died from a terrible illness. Their bodies mutilated. Staying, taking care of a respectable resting place for everyone, would be beyond her strength and would probably mean her own dead as well. Though in that moment, it was the most desirable way to be reunited with her family. As she walked out of the house, her sight blurred by tears, a faint form appeared before her. She rubbed her eyes and saw a wooden cross pierced through the body of a beloved family friend, another craftswoman. The cross was simple, though someone had taken the trouble to carve out a small emblem in the middle (The emblem of your characters family? Otherwise it will be a random family to whom she will hold an immense grudge). It fueled her anger and made her recall her intentions: to protect what belonged to her and to preserve and deepen her knowledge of the old magic of the crafts. It reached a whole different level as the emblem became a symbol of her hatred.
- The following years she traveled from region to region, learning new ways to her crafts, adopting them and finding ways to imbue them with her energy. While the healing energies were still within her, she felt they were inconsistent and sometimes a grey or even black fringe would appear in her creation, a sign of darker energies overruling the lighter ones. At some point she found the county in which she resides now. It was far away from her own region and though she clearly stood out and was seen as a foreigner, the surroundings agreed to her. With lush green hills and a large forest nearby, she was ensured of enough diversity for her crafts and wool supplies wouldn't be a problem either.
- Her shop slowly became well known. Although most people were wary of her and would keep their distance, they always ended up at 'Eelin' (after her mother's name) when they needed quality attire. And not all people looked down on her. The shepherds were kind and one had become a close friend with whom she would sing and play music every now and then. Even at the nearby abbey there were a few monks who enjoyed her company. Still it was frowned upon by the others and gossip and tales would go round of 'The witch of Eelin'.
