Post by Ebinne on Sept 7, 2013 17:46:13 GMT -8
Name: Ebinne Nevarene
Age: 24 years old
Class: Cleric (level 5)
Appearance:
Ebinne is a tall woman of light build. She had shoulder length black hair, softly waved, tied in a knot of itself to keep it from hanging free and tangling in itself. A headband sits atop her head adorned with a jade flower and tiny, impure pearl beads. Her eyes are a stormy gray color, deep and unfathomable like the sky and often have a distant look to them. Her face is heart-shaped and her features are quite refined giving the impression that she is high-born when she is not.
Her preference for dress is for high fashion coupled with utility. She likes off the shoulder tops with loose sleeves that end at her elbows or at the very least before her wrists to keep her hands free of fabric. She does not wear individual skirts, only those that are part of her tunic top and held in place with a stylish cincher-belt combination for pouches and the like to be hung from. Beneath her skirt are short leggings that make her feel more secure about her movement and when riding. Her selected footwear are sturdy paddock boots with calf high socks held up with a band. All across her ensemble are sparkles of stone and pearl that she has acquired over time and added to her look. On occasion she will don gloves.
Ebinne likes deep, rich colors like burgundy, plum, and navy. While she could adorn herself with gold accents, she instead chooses bronze for it's strength. The stones and pearls give her enough glitter and glam that gold is better used for purchasing other items.
Personality:
As pretty as Ebinne appears, her personality often leaves much to be desired. She is cold and brusque with others, always coming down to the business at hand. She prefers not to make long, strong attachments with others giving herself a very distant figure. Ebinne does not make idle conversation. She does sit at tea and chat jovially about the weather. If she’s talking to you then it is about the job at hand, a contract being drawn up and agreements being made, and the collection of the money due to her.
That might be the only thing she is affectionate with: money. Well, money and her horse, who is worth every bit of gold she spent for it. Ebinne is very frugal with her money, spending it on precisely what she wants and nothing else, and not being very generous with giving it up to anyone. She will do almost anything for money within reason and accepts every payment with the rare smile.
She is a surprisingly neutral person. Ebinne has no preference for people of different descent and origin and likewise she cares not if one is of the Manakete or the Taguel. If they wish to hire her and have the money to pay her with, then she is content. In fact, if there were any of the three for her to dislike at all, it would be her own kind but she knows better than to feel such. It would mean that she would even hate herself and as it is, she likes herself very much. It is safe to say then that Ebinne will only take the side of the highest bidder when it comes time to choose a side, monster included.
In a fight, Ebinne prefers to stay out of the thick of it. She will run along the outside and dart in and out of the fray. She will not risk her neck if it is unnecessary and she is not paid to massacre anyways. Her skills lie in healing with staves and casting a few spells here and there, not creating utter destruction as that is a job for the real warriors who actually like to get down and dirty. That’s right, if you want Ebinne to actually fight then you better pay her in advance and put it down in writing in the contract. She looks out for herself and her money.... and her horse.
Though maybe one day she may become a cleric of higher order. Or perhaps she might switch classes and ride a Pegasus rather than a war pony. Now that would be a fine thing indeed despite needing to be more wary of wind magic and archers.
Backstory:
Once upon a time there was an adorable little girl who at the age of four had been left upon the steps of a church in a dirty and tattered shift, barefoot and with a tangle of black hair. She did not remember how she got there because in her memories beyond that day there was nothing but smoke and ash and the thuds of heavy boots. All she knew for certain was there some people were really bad and evil. The Ascetic took her in and wrapped her in his cloak and from then on her life began amongst other orphans and the clerics who studied there.
It was a poor church run by a frivolous Exalt. He was always giving away the little excess that was acquired by the hard work of his underlings. The moment they had begun a store of food, he was giving it away to those who claimed they had need of more. If they had been donated clothe for new clothes, the Exalt would give it away to someone pleading for coverings. The one time they had money saved up and hidden away, somehow the foolish Exalt found it and was passing it out to those lying in the streets be they true beggars or passed out drunkards. Ebinne did not understand why he did this and while some of the other children took up his generous tendencies, she did not. She did not want to have to live with thin soled shoes and a single pair of clothes and feeling dirty and hungry at the end of every day. She swore that she would be rich one day and want for nothing. She would not let anyone take what was hers away from her or what she deserved and gave it to some stranger.
Having grown up in a church, it was easy to pick up skills with staves and magics. Ebinne was different from many of the others though. She had real talent in her veins. The moment she was given the most basic of staffs to train with, she began to excel. Now she was no prodigy or gift to the class of Clerics, but it was quite clear that she would do well if she studied hard. And study hard she did. Ebinne worked hard to get better, testing different staves and experimenting with magics until she found that it was not the Anima of the Exalt that chose her, nor the Dark of the Oracles, but the Light of the Saints that pushed through with greater strength from her. For a time she even tried her hand at the sword with a simple short sword though she had not the strength and prowess to excel at it and so gave it up for the time being. Instead she focused on staves and light magic, becoming a simple cleric with some deal of unique skill.
At 16 years old, Ebinne at last struck out on her own. She enlisted among mercenaries as a cleric for hire and went about from place to place and group to group with each job. She earned money and held onto it, carefully spending it on the things she needed and wanted most. She bought finely tailored clothes and beautiful stones and pearls. She purchased new staves of increasing quality and through the years made a name for herself as a cleric of good standing. When she had enough money saved up towards a fine and brave war pony, she bought the flea-bitten gray mare she now rides: Lyre. With her war pony, she was able to take new jobs and increase the price of her skills when asked after. She changed her appearance from poor, lowly born girl with no memories of her heritage to that of a woman in costly dress as if she were a noble.
Ebinne and Lyre continue to travel across the land together. She aspires to be even greater than a Cleric, maybe even a Saint. She wants to be the highest paid of her class and well-renowned for her skills. Most of all, she doesn’t want anyone to know of her low beginnings or to attach to her only to leave her behind or steal away her precious things that she earned with her own hard work and effort. She will be her own independent woman.
Companion: Lyre, a flea-bitten gray war pony mare
