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Race: 3/4 Alkidike 1/4 Shifter Gender: Female Description: Mnyiri is a tall glass of water, even for a hybrid, with a very large bust, a straight nose, and thin lips. It's not uncommon for a few bells to be strung along the dreads, giving them an almost mystical feel. Marking wise, she takes after her mother,Amaka, and shares some with her older sister, Ilyra. The markings on her face, however, are a striking feature all her own. They resemble the curves of vines or branches in a tree.
Mnyiri only has two defining traits of her shifter heritage; her longer eyebrows, and white hair. Her hood helps to hide most of it when she's in large crowds, but around her family and close friends she lets it shine. When she was younger she would shave parts of her brows and claim that her hair color was a dye job.
Accessories: There's usually a bobble of some sort draped around her hips; either a decorative belt, a piece of jewelry or some sort of pelt. Mnyiri also has several piercings; dangling earrings, a nose ring, and her belly button. She loves to be seen so it's not unusual for her to be wearing necklaces, bracelets, bangles, scarves, etc. Nor is it unusual for these trinkets to be from other lands...(She pays sisters to bring her back 'specimens' but sometimes it's just goodies, which she likes just as well)
3 Base Traits: Impatient - Hyperactive - Deceptive Personality: Mnyiri is an explosive ball of never ending excitement and surprises. She's constantly in motion, often performing a variety of tasks simultaneously because it's harder for her to concentrate on a lone task. That's why she's often murmuring lessons under her breath while running errands. Or worse yet, trying to shoot arrows with her feet so her hands are free to do other things.
Mnyiri can become very annoying when she's forced to slow down, or come to a complete stop, just to wait on something. Whether it's going to sleep on time, being forced to sit during lessons, etc. She's restlessly eager for change, and becomes bored quickly with mundane things. There are days where she tries to control her manic behaviors, but it just leaves her irritated and edgy.
Waiting on things simply isn't an option for Mnyiri; if she wants something bad enough, she's going to get it or make it happen. It's during these moments that her "inner" nature shows itself. Mnyiri is deceptively genius, and is a whiz at problem solving. She usually has two or three "projects" going on at once. Her favorite pastime is investigating earthling anatomy. Mnyiri is absolutely fascinated with earthlings to the point that dissection isn't necessarily a bad idea in her book. (Can Shifters still shift when they're dead? Do Matori dry up in the sun? Are their insides the same as an Alkidikes?) She's asked her hybrid mother everything she could about Shifter culture, but the woman knows less about it than most full Alkidike. Her shifter traits are a source of continuing fascination for her.
As much as she loves to investigate, she also hates the strict responsibilities that seem to come with being smart. Mnyiri would rather be thought of as a rampant idiot than to feel the pressure of being called on by anyone. They wouldn't want her to ever leave, and she has plans of seeing the world! So, for the most part, she plays the "dumb blonde" stereotype.
Interesting facts -Mnyiri became a vegetarian after seeing a radaku pack tear into their prey. -The more gaudy, tacky, and outrageous the item, the more Mnyiri will adore it -If she could get by with it, Mnyiri would be nude 24/7 -She's left-handed -Travels with more bags/satchels than a Sauti nomad; she keeps all of her "treasures" with her, since she has no formal home to store them
Posted: Fri May 22, 2020 11:40 am
❖☾History❖☾
Second born children are rarely looked at as blank slates. They are often compared to their older siblings, even if their guardians are unaware of doing so. Mnyiri was created by her mothers' strong desire for a daughter to banish the ghosts from their pasts, but it was not to be.
When she was born, both of her mothers couldn't have been more protective. They sheltered her from the world in her formative years, and had it been up to Amaka she might still have been kept indoors. Ysmir wanted a strong, healthy daughter and often Mnyiri would hear whispered conversations between the two about the safety of their daughter. Arguments were had; sometimes loud enough that Mnyiri would cover her ears and escape just to find peace.
The fighting didn't last long, and each match seemed to end with more affection on Mnyiri than ever before. Mnyiri seemed to blossom in the crystallized jungle, and Amaka's hold on her loosened as each new day passed. Ysmir's influence was strong; the brazen half-breed had bred a bold, inquisitive daughter that could hold her own. She didn't want her child to cower away from other's as she had growing up. Ysmir told her many a time that if Aisha didn't like her, then she wouldn't have given her to her grandmothers, and the same went for Mnyiri. Just because she shared shifter blood didn't mean that she was any less a Sister. Bullies came and went. Scathing remarks, however, remained. Mnyiri remembered every rude comment tossed at her, and tried two-fold to be a better Alkidike than anyone else. Her open personality and childish antics ensured that she was never short on friends, despite her mixed blood.
Mnyiri spent most of her days playing with others her age, but sometimes she would catch Amaka watching her with a forlorn look on her face. She always wondered why her mother seemed so reserved at times, only to openly receive Mnyiri's affection the next. Each hug and exclamation of love from Mnyiri seemed to take her by surprise. Ysmir had told her about Amaka's older daughter, Ilyra, but only enough to make the young girl curious. When she asked her mother about it Amaka made an excuse every time not to talk about it. After a while seeing the pain it brought up on her mother's face was enough to stop Mnyiri from asking.
As she grew, Mnyiri began to notice the differences between her family and those of her friends. Her mothers didn't live together; they never had. Mnyiri wasn't even sure if they actually loved each other. She couldn't remember a time when they had embraced, or looked at each other like other mothers. Most of the time she lived with Amaka, and when Ysmir came home she would stay with her for a few days. These visits became far and few between the older she became; war was brewing and the Oban invasion was spreading. As an experienced Guardian, Ysmir was called to the front lines on many occasion, and she readily went each time. She liked to jeer that this was the elders way of trying to get rid of her for good. Every time she returned Ysmir would boast of her skills as loudly as possible, much to Mnyiri's excitement.
The last memory Mnyiri has of Ysmir was of her mother mounted on the back of her kinfa, spear in hand, blowing out kisses. She was killed in combat; an Oban patrol had discovered the ambush Ysmir's squad had prepared, and set it aflame. The survivors of the fire battled fiercely with the enemy until there the causalities on both sides were too great to continue. Many bodies were left in the open, unable to be given rites because of the sheer number. Unfortunately, Ysmir was one of them.
For days Mnyiri had made the journey from her home to that of the scouts and informants, asking all that she could about her mother. Did they make it? Were they too warm? Too cold? Had Ysmir asked about her? When was she coming home? There was no news to give her until Ysmir's death was announced. A sister presented Ysmir's spear to Mnyiri with a scrap of Oban cloth tied to the shaft. The youngling was devastated; it had to be a mistake! Her mother was invincible! Ysmir was the tallest woman she had ever seen and she never said Mnyiri was too heavy when she would climb onto her shoulders. There was absolutely no way she was dead. Mnyiri yelled at the sisters, calling each one an insult worse than the last. Rotten, dirty liars, the whole lot of them!
Hours later, when she was calm enough to listen, Amaka told her the story of Ysmir. Mnyiri wasn't sure why she had opened up like that; she never had before. It was as if there had been a box that both her mothers stored their pains and hurts in before locking it tight.
Ysmir had never known her father. She was raised as an only child with her mother, who spoke as little as possible about the man who had helped create her. The only information she would give was that Ysmir's father wasn't a good man, and that's all she had needed. Like her mother before her, Ysmir had trained hard to become a Guardian Grit alone saw her through; in her younger years she had closed herself off from everyone, and responded to taunts with hardened fists.
The woman had calmed in her older years. Ysmir had lost three daughters to skirmishes with earthling soldiers; one to Shifters and two to Obans. In her grief she had bonded with Amaka, the mutual loss of offspring bringing them together. It had never been a joining of love, but rather one of the highest respect. They each had needed someone to ground them, and the union had prompted asking Aisha one last time for a child. Mnyiri had been their gift, their second chance, and neither one could have been happier.
Seizing the moment, Mnyiri asked once more about Ilyra. For the entirety of her life she had assumed her older sister was dead, and even then believed it. Mnyiri had only been hoping to find out what had happened to her when Amaka told her the truth. Ilyra wasn't dead; she was alive. She couldn't have been more upset if her mother had set her feet on fire. All this time she had a sister, a real sister!, and she couldn't even see her. Amaka explained that relations between her and Ilyra were tense at best, so she hadn't planned on explaining any of it to Mnyiri until she was older.
It wasn't until her Prentice years that Mnyiri fully understood that. Her mother had been fragile at one point, hiding behind a strong shield, and had wanted to keep her close. Mnyiri understood it, but still held it against Amaka. Sisters were supposed to be close; sisters were supposed to be together! But her mother was there, and Ilyra wasn't. In time her aggravation at her mother had shifted to the lost sister. Who would want to leave mother? If Ilyra didn't want their mother, then Mnyiri didn't want her.
A few pairings of Alkidikes were to go to the southern most tip of Jauhar and scout for information that would benefit them against the Obans. Amaka had been called by the Elders to be one of them. Mnyiri wrapped one of her favorite hair ties around her mother's wrist, a gaudy pink thing, and kissed it before seeing her off. As much as she hated watching her go, Mnyiri knew that what her mother did was for the good of their people.
She spent her time alone honing her skills with friends, as well as dabbling in practical jokes. The young girl had no doubt her mother would have been furious if she'd known Mnyiri had glued a girl's dreads together with sap, but she wasn't here, was she?
She was mid-flirt with a rather lovely Amazon when news of Amaka's passing came to her. It felt as if someone had pulled the very earth from beneath her. Mnyiri hadn't realized she'd fainted until she woke up on the ground, several pairs of concerned eyes watching her every move.
Amaka had been paired with her daughter, Mnyiri's older sister, and was taken down by an Oban arrow. The report had been that Ilyra had tried to save her, but it was too late. It didn't matter to Mnyiri that her mother's sacrifice hadn't been in vain; she was dead. Dead meant she would never be able to hold her again. Dead meant she would never be scolded, told not to touch something, chastised for wearing her skirts to low...Dead meant no more 'I love you's.
And she had died protecting Ilyra.
Mnyiri didn't return to her home that night or any other night after. She packed what she could, and left the village. She knew in her heart that she couldn't stay there any longer; the memories were simply too painful. Somewhere out there her sister was waking up to the sun while her mother didn't. Mnyiri wasn't entirely sure what she was going to do once she found Ilyra, but she had to find her. She had to know the girl that had shunned Amaka, but was still somehow worthy of her sacrifice.
She had to know Ilyra.
During the extremist uprising, Mnyiri remained in Jauhar, gathering what information she could about her sister. If she had gone to fight in Sauti then that's where she would go, but leaving without that kind of information was foolish. What she needed was contacts.
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