Post by Teller on Oct 8, 2015 21:58:00 GMT -4
{PB: Erica Luttrell}
Name: Mital, now known as Celaidy or by no name at all
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-Four
Race: Human
Magic: None
Physical Description: Mital has dark skin, hair and eyes, which while uncommon isn’t unheard of. She stands at about four feet nine inches, and prefers walking barefoot when she can get away with it, which these days is most of the time, as she lives alone and runs her own business. She dresses simply, in dresses that allow her to move and allow the air to flow against her skin. She leaves her arms bare year-round so she can stir her vats of dyes and frequently has dye staining her arms up to her elbows, not that she particularly minds. She tends to keep her hair bound back from her ears and brow with a bright scarf to keep it out of her work, often binding it back for days if she doesn’t feel like combing it in the morning or evening. From her right hairline extends a three-lined claw mark that marks from her right eyebrow to the middle of her cheek, the memory of a fight or a beast she doesn't remember. She's also missing the two smallest fingers on her right hand, and has a number of lighter scars on her arms and hands from the tide throwing her against rocks before she regained consciousness.
Personality: She’s not a terribly tactful person so she still offends people when she speaks without thinking, but those who understand she doesn’t mean it personally don’t appear to mind. What vexes her most swiftly is when people insist that she give herself an official name. Believing that to give herself a name to replace that which her parents gave her would be a desecration to her family, she has refused to do so. She doesn’t need a name, she asserts every time. Due to having been found in the ocean the children of the town call her Sea Lady or the name that emerged from it—Celaidy—and she permits that of them. However adults who insist on naming her or her naming herself are likely to be escorted swiftly out. Nicknames are sometimes acceptable; often it depends on who uses them. Mital is entirely willing to strike up a conversation with anyone who appears willing to talk or speaks first to her, and is glad to travel short ways when she does have the money, but being a dyer doesn’t pay well enough to allow for great travels. However despite the setbacks and facts which may depress others, for the most part Mital is comfortable as she is, if annoyed. She has a ribald sense of humor she is unafraid to unleash, and her friends are all aware that they’re welcome to ask of her any favors if they need to, and if it is in her power to fulfill them she will--despite her slightly less social self she doesn't have a myriad of friends, but those she haves she is strongly loyal to. If she thinks you aren't eating well enough she'll let herself into your house, make you food and leave before you get back; she may also replant your garden or fix anything she thinks she can fix, if she thinks it's warranted and that you won't pitch too much of a fit about her having let herself into your space.
*Other people, as of yet, do not know she has amnesia.
History: Mital’s family has always valued strength and knowledge, and as such women and men alike have historically always been taught to fight both with their bodies and their minds. Whether or not they chose to become scholars or fighters remained up to each individual, but elders always insisted that each child be given the necessary tools to survive as best they were able and to make the most informed decisions. As such, Mital—as well as her siblings—was permitted to choose a style of fighting to learn and was simultaneously educated as well as she could be throughout her child. Mital chose to learn staff fighting, as she found it the most flexible of styles—it was hard to keep someone in usable shape when fighting them with a sword, and a staff allowed for better range and leverage than just her own arms and legs. She was also taught that a woman has just as much right to speak as a man, and has gotten into a few heated discussions due to her habit of speaking out and her—despite training—remaining lack of tact.
While she never let her ability to hit things if need be (a rare occurrence) to fade, Mital chose to become a scholar over the other options available to her. Having always been precocious, she studied at a university from the age of eleven to twenty-one, and afterward initiated her own research into various cultures and their histories. However things which she began to uncover quickly angered a number of people—such as whose family had originated in countries or parts of the cities they preferred to forget about, or how the countries themselves had been founded. As it turns out no city's history is as noble as they would like to claim. As Mital published the findings and translated copies of everything she found without regard for those whose ancestors she might offend, she would have been better off being more respectful and less direct about her findings, but unfortunately she assumed all people realized that the past had very little bearing on the future. People were also beginning to realize that few in the southern province carried as whole a knowledge of its people as she did, and Mital was not interested in the money she could earn by selling her knowledge.
Mital was sailing to visit family on another coast when her small passenger ship was attacked. Marauders who wore no identifying marks detained the ship and all of its passengers, searching their belongings for any valuables while they identified Mital by her slightly less common coloring. As soon as they were certain they had identified her correctly they took her aboard their ship and attempted to remove her memories for their own use. They did not succeed in removing her memories, but they did succeed in hiding them from her. After several days of effort at last they gave in, and threw her overboard as they had no further use for her.
Mital washed up on a coast in western Verden, where she was found by one of the city’s citizens, a local man, who gave her a place to stay until she recovered from her dehydration, borderline starvation, two shattered fingers (which later had to be removed) and general lack of identity. However Mital is distinctly independent, and even knowing how much she no longer knew, she refused to live at another’s behest, and hated to be forced to rely on others. Within a few weeks of having found her the man loaned her the money to establish a home of her own and a dye-making business--not having lost all of her knowledge, just most of her research--and within a year she was able to pay him back in full. She lives on her own, occasionally visited by her benefactor to make sure she's doing all right on her own. She’s made the efforts to find information about herself but as no one appears to know who she is and she lacks the funds to travel extensively she doesn’t believe she has the means to search any further than she already has, and has resigned herself to the likelihood that her most likely chance of finding herself is if someone else finds her first. She’s not interested in exhausting herself over a venture she logically knows will be virtually impossible for her to succeed in on her own. Believing it to be the lesser evil to let people think she ran away from her past than for them to know she doesn't appear to have one, nobody knows yet that she has no memory of herself before washing up on shore. They seem to, for the most part, simply find her aversion to being named or naming herself eccentric.
