Trigger warning for sexual abuse and violence.
Name: Phryana
Age: 25 Turns
Sex: Female
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Craft: Courtesan
Rank: Candidate
Location: High Reaches
Physical Description: Extremely dark-skinned, tall, and willowy. Her eyes are large and dark, her lips full. Priyana is an incredibly beautiful woman… or was. The right side of her face bares a vicious scar from a knife wound, as does her throat.
Personality: Phryana is a quiet and reserved woman with an almost regal bearing, and let there be little doubt that she is silently taking in every single detail about every single person. Those who are higher rank than her will earn her deference and acquiescence, but those at her level? She likely sees them as beneath her. Though she still has the full use of her voice despite the gruesome scar at her throat, there is now a hoarse, rasping quality to it if she speaks at a normal level or shouts. As a result, she speaks very softly… or, if you aren’t worthy of her time, she will not speak at all. If pushed, she will merely gesture at her throat as though to imply she’s mute. If others know that she can speak, but question why she won’t talk to them, they’ll get a long, indifferent look before she dismisses their presence and goes back to the task at hand.
Having learned to not show her emotions from a young age, Phryana is composed and calm. She knows how to act in various social situations to gain the best outcome--or, at least what she thinks is best. She is not easily ruffled, viewing open emotions to be a weakness to be exploited. She will wear a fake face to further herself if necessary, having spent so much time catering to the desires and whims of people who ‘bought’ her that it’s almost second nature for her now. People are tools, after all, and she fully expects to be seen as a tool in turn. She finds men easier to manipulate than women, but doesn’t necessarily dislike them.
Due to her her guarded nature, Phryana will absolutely make “friendships” to help herself, but will also cut ties at once if it is necessary. She does not easily allow herself to form genuine bonds, not wanting to risk being betrayed. Her bitterness and anger at her situation is internalized, but is another huge part of why she refuses to open herself. She was forced into a life she never wanted--and then forcibly removed from that life, forced to do awful, awful things in order to survive. But Phryana is a resourceful woman. Even if her options are limited, she will absolutely do what she has to in order to keep living.
After all. She isn’t one to just lay down and roll over without a fight. She’s gone through too many things to do that.
Positive Trait List Tenacious, composed, resourceful.
Negative Trait List Bitter, haughty, guarded.
History: Her story is not much different than most ‘courtesans’ of Nabol. All she knows is that as a very young girl, her mother sold her to pay off a debt to one of the wealthier madames. She was taught to to read and write first and foremost, and then educated on proper etiquette. The more subtle arts of reading into words and gestures would be next, and Phryana was taught how to play the roles that would best fit her patrons’ desires. Not only would she be dealing with people that came to the brothel, but wealthy patrons could request a girl of their choice to accompany them for the evening. As such, Phryana would need to be seen as a beautiful and elegant woman--not just some gutter trash that anyone could pick up off the street. Once she was barely into her teens, the Madame Millarca deemed her fit to begin.Though she was never referred to as such, Phryana knew she was a whore. A prettily dressed one, certainly, but a whore nonetheless. Her job was to entertain anyone who could pay the price, and entertain she did. It was not a good life, but Phryana was clothed, fed, and kept relatively safe. The establishment she belonged to was of a higher quality than most, therefore sparing her some of the rougher patrons that visited Nabol. The older she grew, the more beautiful she became… and all the more practiced at her craft.
Phyrana was certainly a popular pick at the The Dark Blue, entertaining strangers and repeat customers alike. She was brought gifts by smitten suitors, and when requested, would relay their whispered secrets to her Madame. Knowledge was power in a place like Nabol… assuming one had the money to stay afloat in the first place. It may have been far from an ideal life, but it was hers, and she had no intention of sabotaging what little she’d made for herself. Thread came once more, but The Dark Blue was comprised mostly of stone, leaving her life largely unaffected. She did take a new interest in dragonriders when they came to her bed, however.
A little more than a Turn passed, and one of Phryana’s suitors was steadily becoming more and more insistent. He could take her away from this life, provide her with everything she ever needed! She fended him off with subtleties and excuses, claiming she was too frightened to risk the wrath of the Madame if she were to be caught. The more she refused, the more he persisted. One night, he came to visit her after a particularly heavy night of drinking, demanding that he escape with her. Again, Phryana refused--and that was when he drew the knife. Enraged, he slashed at her face and throat, screaming that she was little more than a filthy whore.
She remembered little after the white-hot agony, and when she came to, she was carefully being tended to by a Healer. Though alive, she would never again be the beauty that she was. Her face was ruined, and her vocal chords were damaged. The Madame was nearby, watching her with cold, impassive eyes. Millarca had no use for damaged goods, and they both knew it. Calling the Healer had been only a kindness, and once his work was finished, Phryana was kicked out onto the streets.
Alone and with nothing to her name, Phryana did whatever she had to do in order to survive. She whored herself out for molding scraps of bread or a dirty floor to sleep on. She endured cruelties that she will never speak of until she learned how to clumsily defend herself with a knife, but even then, her attempts at self-defense were easily swatted aside by those determined to take what they wanted. She would be bruised, and beaten beyond belief but she bitterly held onto life with every ounce of strength in her. They could not break her spirit, for Phryana spitefully felt that that was the one part of her that no one could touch. Dying was such a ridiculous notion that she’d never even considered it might offer her an escape to the harshness that had become her life… and that was when the dragonrider came.
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Candidate Specific Questions
Do you want them to have an official Search RP? Yes! I will snatch someone~
Do you understand they will age every passing year regardless if you're there to RP the or not? Yes~
Do you want them to have a possible Stands Impression? If she ages out, yes.
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