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 Posted: Fri Apr 17, 2020 5:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2020 8:11 pm
YgraineaboutRace: Alkidike/Ice/Wind/Shifter
Gender: Female
Class: Massif
Future Class: [One with gauntlets]
Significant Other: Asa (husband)
Parents: Nimueh and Callum
Siblings: Sol (twin), Siel, Morain, Lutana, Casimir, Calliana
Children: Colm, Arden, and Zev and Yona (twins)personality3 Base Traits: Bossy, Confident, Reckless
As a child, Ygraine was the apple of her fathers' eyes, and definitely the most perfect kid ever! ... Or, at least, that was how she saw it. Parents who, themselves, grew up lacking in love often are fated to smother their own with affection, and such was the case for Ygraine - whose life was unstructured as a child. Wild, eager for attention, and overbearing when it came to her twin brother, Ygraine was loud and boisterous and would have grown up completely unladylike if not for the influence of the merchant couple in Zena would would, eventually, be her mentors.
Raised with a good work ethic, Ygraine enjoys throwing herself wholeheartedly into any assigned chore or task with overwhelming confidence. Ygraine resents being told that she is wrong or has done something incorrectly, and bristles at any form of criticism unless made in a flattering manner. But, thanks to the influence of her mentors, she has learned to hold her tongue when it comes to this displeasure, to a point.
Despite being the younger of the two, Ygraine constantly babies her older brother Sol. It's not that she wants to be 'mean' to him, or to nag him, but she's always there to tell him if (or, in most cases, when) he's doing something incorrectly, and is happy to show him the proper way to do it - even if he doesn't always deign to listen to her words of wisdom. However, after the 2-year disappearance of her parents, Ygraine became more and more protective of her brother, and has softened her previous harshness towards him. In many ways, this made their separation as prentices harder for her to bear, and she threw herself into her apprenticeship as a merchant.
As a hybrid child raised by hybrid parents, Ygraine was warned how she and her brother were different from many children. Through much of her childhood, it was her brother (with his antennae and vividly mismatched coloration) that earned the ire of the other children; Ygraine, herself, lived in a prideful bubble until her teen years when she finally began to grow into her Alkidike height, and became more of a target.
After the death of her father, Nimueh, she mellowed out somewhat and has become more aware of the effect her presence has on others.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2020 8:12 pm
History
Childhood
Ygraine was born alongside her twin brother, Sol, on a spring morning in Jauhar, surrounded by love and family. Her parents, Callum and Nimueh, lavished her and her brother with love and affection from the moment they were born, and as a child Ygraine thought her childhood was typical and normal. She grew up in a small cabin in Zena, a hop skip and a jump away from the home of two merchants her baba worked for, protected from a great deal of the discrimination that others with her mixed blood would face in a more heavily traveled area.
Teasing and some bullying happened now and again, and was enough to reduce her to tears, and yet her fathers knew that compared to what sort of harassment could have happened to her, she was relatively shielded from disdain, and well protected thanks to her baba's connections.
Life was sweet and filled with love and fun, if not much structure; while many months of the year she lived in Zena, she also traveled with Callum and Sol to Jauhar and the roads inbetween. In Zena she learned how to make accessories from Nimueh, and even learned to hunt to the best of her ability. She loved the two older women who would become her mentors, and as a young girl grew to admire the beautiful ladies who worked at the local tavern - mimicking many of their haughty, outspoken temperaments.
Raised as a spoiled little princess, Ygraine adored her parents, but often bickered with and teased her brother. He was a whiny baby, in her opinion; a brat who always ruined the fun. And yet deep down, she knew this wasn't the case; the pair spent most of their time together, as much as they argued, and actually enjoyed each others' company a majority of the time. It wasn't until they were a bit older and visited Oba with their parents during a festival, that Ygraine was made to force aside her ego for the sake of her family.
Lured away from their father the day before they were to head home, Sol and Ygraine found themselves captured by a pair of intimidating Oban nobles- and in rescuing them, their father Callum was taken prisoner. They were released, on the condition that he stayed in their stead; and hours later when they finally found their baba, Nimueh, they were too scared to tell him what had happened.
Weeks passed in Oba before, finally, they headed home... unable to find Callum. Back in Zena, Nimueh quickly became depressed, and as time wore on the twins realized that they had to say something. They finally revealed to him what had happened, and he took them to Jauhar to stay in the care of Eema, their biological mother. Two years passed, after their papa's disappearance; and as they grew the twins became closer and closer, Ygraine becoming more and more protective of her brother.
Finally, after two years, they were reunited with their parents. Life after this was... strained, but after some time they finally reconciled the two missing years, as best they could. While still spoiled, Ygraine's bossy, overbearing personality is softening, just the tiniest bit, after realizing her own fallibility.
Prentice
Ygraine stayed permanently in Zena to study as a merchant, falling out of touch with the rest of her fragmented family. For years she worked, until finally she was taken to an event in the capital city. There, she met a young nobleman named Asa; only for their friendship to be cut short both by his fiercely controlling family, and the ill timed news of her father, Nimueh's, death.
She quit her apprenticeship and returned to Jauhar to stay with her father and brother for as long as they could bear to mourn together; and even after they split apart, she traveled the southern lands, in Oba, Tale, and even Matori, trying to come to terms with her grief and the realization that she didn't have as merry a childhood as she liked to pretend she did. Finally, she decided to return to Zena - intent on starting her life over by making amends to her mentor, and paving the way to live her own life again.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2020 8:13 pm
Growth ReqsStage 3 to Stage 4☐ X Month's Time
☐ 25/75 RP Points
=== ☑ Disaster - 5 pts
=== ☑ Fireworks - 5 pts
=== ☑ Taking Chances - 5 pts
=== ☑ Resentment - 5 pts
=== ☑ Options - 5 ptsQuote: RP Growth Points || 300 word solo = 1 point || 10 post RP = 5 points || 7 posts in group event = 5 points
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2020 8:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2020 8:15 pm
RelationshipsFamilyAsa: Partner/Love Interest
===A jaded young noble in Zena, he is as sickly as he is kind. Raised by his family as the heir, he and Ygraine hit it off as friends after meeting one day in Zena. They eloped together and started a family
Colm: Oldest son
Arden: Youngest son
Nimueh: Father
===Ygraine's "Baba". As a child, he was more protective and paranoid, but equally doting. Always wrapped around Ygraine's finger, he taught her and Sol how to make accessories, and taught Ygraine how to hunt and skin as Alkidike do. After his death, she mourned and became a guard in his honor.
Callum: Father
===Ygraine's "Papa", Ygraine was always a daddy's girl. She nagged and clung to him at every opportunity. She respects his wit and nature. In adulthood, she knows him for the traveler he is, and is fully aware of his previous cavorting ways. She regrets not spending more time with him, but she did learn how to dance and sing from him.
Sol: Twin Brother
===Her brother, Ygraine was always bossy and clingy with him, following him everywhere and never being a particularly friendly playmate. Early on, he often left her behind to explore in the woods, leaving her more often to trail after Nimueh's boots instead. She wishes they were closer - but after they were nearly kidnapped in Oba, their relationship seemed to fracture. She still doesn't know of his blindness, and even the time spent together after Nim's death failed to truly bring them back together again. Memories of her brother are bittersweet, nowadays.
Morain: Younger brother
Siel: Younger brother
Lutana: Younger sister
Eema: Birth Mother (NPC)
===A healer, and her surrogate mother, Eema remained a constant in Ygraine's life as Nimueh and Callum (and Sol) all had a fondness for her, making her home a constant in their trips to Jauhar. As a youngling, Ygraine did enjoy her presence and comfort, but as she grew older Ygraine came to feel it was some sort of betrayal to Nimueh. Learning that her baba was not, biologically, related to her, Ygraine failed to grasp that she could love them both equally for different reasons. Now, even as a young lady, Ygraine has failed to grasp this subject as her brother has, even after Nimueh's death.FriendsIzuzue and Xansa: NPC's
===Adopted grandmothers and mentors to Ygraine as merchants, the two women were Nimueh's caretakers in his teen years. They trained him, and Ygraine, to be merchants - though in the end both of them eventually rejected the profession.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2020 8:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2020 8:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2020 8:20 pm
Class Affinity Solo: Berserker
Solo
Words: 687 ______________________________________________________ As a child, Ygraine romanticized the life of a merchant. She remembered the happiness of traveling alongside her fathers and brother, watching her baba as he haggled with customers on the road between Zena and Jauhar. There was something amazing about a pile of furs turning into bags of nuts and fruit, or Oban coins, or toys that her fathers shared happily with her and her brother. She had memories of sitting in Nimueh’s lap astride his mammu, listening as he patiently explained how he bought high quality furs in Zena, tanned them, and brought them back all the way to Jauhar and Oba to sell - how when people were sick of furs, he would trade Tale wood, or Oban jewelry, or Jauhar delicacies.
Growing up, even as her parents settled down for a few years after their captivity in Oba, Ygraine had longed for those happy memories… she’d wanted so badly to relive them, to make a living in trading on the road like her baba had… in the excuse to travel the world, to meet new people, and to see new sights.
… Maybe, it made sense that that dream died alongside her father.
Ygraine wasn’t the best with numbers… and her sales were more attributed to charming customers, rather than convincing them with figures. At the Zenan meetings, where tradesmen met to discuss numbers, she went starry eyed and baffled… and despite her mentor, Xansa’s, assurances that she would learn, Ygraine had begun to doubt.
At the very least, she’d thought, Ygraine could grasp courtly manners and customs. Her appearance was a novelty, and many of the pure blooded merchants sneered at her, but she was polite and she worked with a good trade company, and in the end, Xansa always said, figures never lied.
But in one act, Ygraine had shown her true colors both to herself and to the people in that luxurious Zena manse… when she took Asa’s hand and willingly left the party with him. In that one moment, the importance of her business’ brand was shattered; any relations with Asa’s family were shredded, along with any old family that remained sympathetic to their plight; Xansa’s credibility would be ruined, they’d be lucky to find anyone in the old cities willing to trade with them, even if they traded in solid Oban gold. … Maybe… in the end, all the awful, horrible things whispered about her behind her back had been true.
Asa had the excuse of empathy… in seeking her out and taking her hand, he had known he was acting as a friend in what would be her greatest moment of need.
… In that moment though, Ygraine knew the truth - and so would Asa, and every other person in that room. She didn’t take Asa’s hand and leave with him because she was heartbroken and distraught over her fathers’ death and injury. Ygraine had no excuses: in that single moment, she took his hand because she had become enamored with the reclusive, sickly young heir.
All the progress she’d made towards that simple dream, while her brother and parents traveled far away from her, shattered to pieces because she was a foolish little girl with a crush, and almost as if in karmic retribution for her hubris the world destroyed the person who had created that dream in the first place.
In the end, Ygraine realized that she wasn’t meant to be a merchant, not really. Not in the way her baba had hoped she would be. Everything she loved about her father… his creativity, his kindness, his warmth… he had been her protector, not just her provider, and now that he was gone she realized that was what she wanted to be too. A protector. True, Nimueh had bore a shield, but Ygraine would take up arms - would actively pursue to protect the people who meant the most to her. She was completely untrained, for now - but she would practice, like she’d practiced at being a merchant - but her heart was in it, and in the end she had learned that was what was most important.
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Posted: Tue May 26, 2020 2:17 pm
Prentice Growth
Solo
Words: 969 ______________________________________________________ In the months after Nimueh’s death, Ygraine only thought of Asa in passing - in the space between depression, exhaustion, and sleep as she lay among rough blankets, her Perzi purring deeply at her side.
Those first few weeks were a blur of desperation as she traveled back to Jauhar, intent on making sure she was by Callum’s side. Nimueh was dead… there was no body, but Eema had sworn she’d seen a killing blow, and Callum was so horribly hurt… after what happened in Oba, Ygraine knew that Nimueh would rather have died than let anyone lay a hand on Callum again. The months that followed were torture… Sol withdrew, becoming strangely cryptic and solitary in his mourning. Callum tried, bless him, but her father had always had a darkness and pain that she could never understand - one that even her hugs and kisses couldn’t drive away.
And none of them could fill the space that had been left behind. Being together, after all that time, only seemed to exaggerate the fourth of their family that was missing.
Sol seemed to turn to Eema…. In a lot of ways, Eema was the most emotionally competent of all of them, and Ygraine loved and respected her. This woman had cared for them in the months their fathers had been missing in Oba - and, distantly, Ygraine recognized that this was the woman who had given birth to her, had carried her and Sol close to her heart for months just for the sole joy of helping to bring them to their fathers.
… But with Nimueh gone, Ygraine… couldn’t. Turning to Eema felt too much like turning away from him. The three remaining members of their family fractured… and within a few months, they went their separate ways again.
Maybe… that was why she returned to traveling with caravans, buying and selling. She had no special contracts - nothing she sold was horribly special, but she knew what people liked in different settlements and always had a small parcel to sell. Her appearance lent her wares a falsified air of exoticism that attracted a few buyers; she wasn’t getting rich off the lifestyle, but she made enough to get by. … and she healed, slowly… very slowly… but surely.
‘This lake is where my parents swam, when they were as young as I am… before they got together. Papa was showing Baba where to find the best crystals.’
‘This is where Sol and baba stopped travels, once, to refine a crystal Sol found - but while processing it, Sol hit it too hard and it shattered into so many pieces - Sol was SO upset, but baba wrapped them with twine and made them into a necklace anyway.’
‘This is the settlement… and that is the inn where I had a nightmare and papa told me stories until dawn. He was so tired the next day that baba had to carry him on his back while Sol and I road the mammu.’
Two years after her father’s death, Ygraine made it back to Zena, her mind clearer than it had been in a long time… perhaps since even before baba’s death.
… well, if it wasn’t clear before, it definitely was now after coming home to the wreckage of the cabin Nimueh had owned. The cabin where her family had stayed after traveling; where he’d kept piles of backstock of furs, wood, weapons, and crystals… where his work bench and set of tools and gems for crafting necklaces was. Burnt to the ground.
“Gods damnit, papa.” Ygraine breathed, shaking her head.
… Not that it didn’t make things a heck of a lot simpler. Because… seeing that place, filled with such happy memories, burnt to the ground… it didn’t hurt as much as she’d expected. Living in that house wouldn’t have recreated any of those memories… she wouldn’t have been happy. … Just like being a merchant never would have made her happy either.
Ygraine didn’t need a manor, or ‘bloodline’; in a lot of ways, she was her father’s daughter - born for the road, unhappy and unwilling to stay in one place. And besides, she’d spent so long hiding from Zena - too concerned of what those people would say or think of her after what happened years ago. When… honestly? It had never mattered to her. Ygraine didn’t live in that world; she couldn’t care less what the stuffy older families in Zena thought of her.
… Well. Except one. Asa… the man (well, boy at the time… they’d been kids, really) who had sat with her, and held her hand for no reason other than to be nice, risking who knows what to do so. Was he okay? Was he even still … alive? Even years ago, he’d been so ill… He’d told her himself that his health was wanting, and after she’d last seen him… she hoped. She very desperately hoped.
… But who was she kidding? Ygraine was giving up that life that had enabled them to meet in the first place, there would be no excuse, no reason to ever get close to such a family again. And they’d probably happily shoot her with an arrow if she tried to call on him, after what happened last time. It wasn’t like she was exactly subtle. … So no, when Ygraine decided to travel to the Zenan capital, it had nothing to do with Asa … she was there to try and meet with her old mentor to officially apologize, and try to make amends in whatever way she could.
… meeting the old healer was pure, sheer, dumb luck. Asa had agreed to go with her… and now, she just had to wait for him to join her. This time, she would keep someone she loved safe, for sure.
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2021 9:47 pm
Stage 2 Growth
Solo
Words: 556 ______________________________________________________ Asa was asleep in bed, curled up and shivering. He was sick again - with a fever, his lungs crackling as he breathed. In the next room, their sons slept. Or… Ygraine hoped they slept, it was possible Colm was awake even now, torn up with worry over his father’s sudden turn. As it was, Ygraine was awake, combing back his sweat-slick hair; wetting down cloths to dab against his fevered brow and cheeks. It wasn’t the first time she had done this for him, since they got together. But… it had been a while. A long while… actually.
On their trip down from Zena, Asa had gotten… sick. From the exertion, he’d said, apologetically and sweetly. He’d worried about the attack they’d suffered at the hands of a mercenary, chasing him down on his father’s behest, and had pushed on even past his limits… and gotten ill. But he recovered, and soon enough they were in Jauhar - just in time to settle down as her pregnancy neared its final months.
As Colm grew though, Asa had gotten worse. Those early years, her partner could do very little. His lungs bubbled constantly, and Ygraine had to avoid the concerned looks from her parents, the way her little siblings skirted around Asa, intimidated by his sickliness despite themselves. It was… when he recovered, a bit, that Ygraine begged for another child, and really - they both knew that it was because she was certain he was slipping, that their time together might really end, that… that.
Maybe it was terrible that Arden was born out of Ygraine’s desperate attempts to horde bits and pieces of Asa for herself, but if Asa minded he never said.
Nimueh and Callum moved, with their tiny family, to Matori - to enjoy the ocean and seabreeze, and when Arden was old enough to travel Ygraine had suggested they move with them. They only made it partway into Oba when they stopped, because Asa had found a place to apprentice at and had been so proud to do something for his little family - and… things got better. The dry, desert air seemed to be helping - he had better days, more energy, and for the first time he could properly PLAY with his boys.
Ygraine let herself imagine that beast, always following at their heels, was gone. Until now. Now - Asa was just as ill as he’d once been.
It wasn’t that Ygraine was angry at him for it. She… still believed what she’d said, back when they first eloped, that it was all worth it just for Asa to have one more, happy day. Her own parents struggled, with all the children they had, but - she knew if Asa passed, and she moved in with them, then the three of them would be… okay.
It broke her heart, to see Asa working so hard to support them, considering all she’d ever wanted was to give him a family, and a life, where he could just- enjoy himself.
She’d let it slide, before, because he seemed to be better - but now? Now…
Now, she knew that something would have to change. “We’ll go to Belrea.” She murmured, gently, to his sleeping form, pressing a kiss to his brow, not caring how slick it was with sweat. “We’ll find someone to help you, for good this time.”
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