Post by Aislyn Redmercy on Jul 17, 2017 19:33:14 GMT
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FEMALE
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PANSEXUAL
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WERE-ELK
WERE-ELK
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HEALER
HEALER
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SASHA LUSS
SASHA LUSS
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AISLYN REDMERCY
AISLYN REDMERCY
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Appearance:
Aislyn is striking. Slender, ghost pale, with white hair that falls in tangled waves down her back. Her eyes have a strange shifting quality to them, pink or lavender or blue depending on the light. Her face is delicately feminine. Her body is slim and reedy, stringy with muscle that rolls taut beneath her skin. Under clothing it doesn't look like much but she is strong even for a were. Some small scars mark her, the largest just above her heart. They are faint, almost silver against the pure white of her flesh, more noticeable through touch than through site. She cares little for her appearance and dress, so her clothing tends to be functional and little else.
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Personality:
The elk, like most deer, is a timid creature by reputation, more inclined to turn tail than to fight. And yet many a wolf has gone down beneath the hooves of an angry doe or stag. They are not easy prey, both swift and stealthy despite their size and dangerous when cornered. Aislyn is all these things and more. She is quiet and reserved, more inclined to avoid conflict than to engage in it. She is more inclined to put herself in the way of violence to protect the intended victim than to start violence herself. She is a healer- bodies, hearts, and minds if she can. She studies people of all races and hurts for them when they hurt. She is both practical and compassionate, more inclined to empathy than anger.
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History:
Aislyn was born in a time of war. Her parents had avoided the worst of the conflict to try and raise their many children in peace. One after another, first father and then sons, were drawn into the fighting and lay down their lives for a fight they had no stake in. Eventually sickness took her mother and Aislyn was left alone, barely an adult, with only her mother's herb wisdom to guide her. Eventually she took apprenticeship under a field surgeon where she learned much of her medical knowledge. As she helped to heal them, stories began to grow among the soldiers who saw her.
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She wasn't much older the first time her master took her out and showed her the work that would eventually earn her the moniker 'Redmercy'. They walked amongst the dead to try and find the still living. Those they thought they could save were carried back to the infirmary tents. The ones they couldn't, the ones who asked for it, were given a last mercy. A sip of water and a sharp knife. Many healers didn't have the stomach for it but Aislyn had grown up in a world spattered with blood. She understood death in some ways better than she understood life. So after a battle it became common to see her walk, ghost like, through the bodies of the dead and to come back stained with the blood of those who could not be saved.
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The end of the war brought relief to Aislyn, and a withdrawal. She drew back from the world for a time. She lived quietly, alone, and honed her skill in medicine on the occassional traveler and many wild creatures. Too, she spent a long time in the form of the Doe, wandering the wilds as a wild thing. More than once she ran into hunters but typically her wits and speed kept her free of them. Once it was not so, and she took an arrow to the chest as she lept away, only just missing her heart. She collapsed back to the ground in the throes of transformation. The unexpecting hunter found her, pulled free his arrow, and left her. He, a human, had no time for weres. She did not die as she had been left to. Instead she found her way to her home and nursed herself back to health.
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Now she travels, a nomad with no interest in settling down but an interest in seeing the world. She has watched how peace has changed it and the current atmosphere seems to prickle, as though something hovers above, waiting to strike. The threat of new conflict hovers over the land like a circling hawk. Or a flight of ravens following an army.
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Miscellaneous:
Aislyn does not keep pets. However, she once healed a raven of a broken wing and now he follows her where she goes. She calls him Itzal.
Appearance:
Aislyn is striking. Slender, ghost pale, with white hair that falls in tangled waves down her back. Her eyes have a strange shifting quality to them, pink or lavender or blue depending on the light. Her face is delicately feminine. Her body is slim and reedy, stringy with muscle that rolls taut beneath her skin. Under clothing it doesn't look like much but she is strong even for a were. Some small scars mark her, the largest just above her heart. They are faint, almost silver against the pure white of her flesh, more noticeable through touch than through site. She cares little for her appearance and dress, so her clothing tends to be functional and little else.
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Personality:
The elk, like most deer, is a timid creature by reputation, more inclined to turn tail than to fight. And yet many a wolf has gone down beneath the hooves of an angry doe or stag. They are not easy prey, both swift and stealthy despite their size and dangerous when cornered. Aislyn is all these things and more. She is quiet and reserved, more inclined to avoid conflict than to engage in it. She is more inclined to put herself in the way of violence to protect the intended victim than to start violence herself. She is a healer- bodies, hearts, and minds if she can. She studies people of all races and hurts for them when they hurt. She is both practical and compassionate, more inclined to empathy than anger.
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History:
Aislyn was born in a time of war. Her parents had avoided the worst of the conflict to try and raise their many children in peace. One after another, first father and then sons, were drawn into the fighting and lay down their lives for a fight they had no stake in. Eventually sickness took her mother and Aislyn was left alone, barely an adult, with only her mother's herb wisdom to guide her. Eventually she took apprenticeship under a field surgeon where she learned much of her medical knowledge. As she helped to heal them, stories began to grow among the soldiers who saw her.
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She wasn't much older the first time her master took her out and showed her the work that would eventually earn her the moniker 'Redmercy'. They walked amongst the dead to try and find the still living. Those they thought they could save were carried back to the infirmary tents. The ones they couldn't, the ones who asked for it, were given a last mercy. A sip of water and a sharp knife. Many healers didn't have the stomach for it but Aislyn had grown up in a world spattered with blood. She understood death in some ways better than she understood life. So after a battle it became common to see her walk, ghost like, through the bodies of the dead and to come back stained with the blood of those who could not be saved.
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The end of the war brought relief to Aislyn, and a withdrawal. She drew back from the world for a time. She lived quietly, alone, and honed her skill in medicine on the occassional traveler and many wild creatures. Too, she spent a long time in the form of the Doe, wandering the wilds as a wild thing. More than once she ran into hunters but typically her wits and speed kept her free of them. Once it was not so, and she took an arrow to the chest as she lept away, only just missing her heart. She collapsed back to the ground in the throes of transformation. The unexpecting hunter found her, pulled free his arrow, and left her. He, a human, had no time for weres. She did not die as she had been left to. Instead she found her way to her home and nursed herself back to health.
[break]
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Now she travels, a nomad with no interest in settling down but an interest in seeing the world. She has watched how peace has changed it and the current atmosphere seems to prickle, as though something hovers above, waiting to strike. The threat of new conflict hovers over the land like a circling hawk. Or a flight of ravens following an army.
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Miscellaneous:
Aislyn does not keep pets. However, she once healed a raven of a broken wing and now he follows her where she goes. She calls him Itzal.
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RIEN
RIEN
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I dunno. Stuff.
I dunno. Stuff.
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You told me where it was. This is your fault.
You told me where it was. This is your fault.
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