Winter Siln
NAME: Winter Siln
FACTION:
RANK:
SPECIES: Mirialan
AGE: 36
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'4
WEIGHT: 129
EYES: Green
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Green
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, unaware
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
WEAKNESSES
Utterly useless in a fight
Can be extremely reckless
STRENGTHS
Instruments of all shapes and kinds
Good singing voice
Linguist
APPEARANCE:
Winter stands at 5'4 tall. She would be naturally of slender build, but years of nomadic walking and living outdoors has given her some natural muscle definition. She has black, cut ragged (because she's cut it herself) to just above her waist. Her clothes are piecemeal, whatever she can beg, borrow, or buy cheaply enough. If given the choice, she tends to favor blues, greens, oranges, and reds, but she's far from picky. She tries to keep her clothes in decent repair in order to keep her warm and covered when traveling, but most of what she is wearing is usually darned and patched all over. Shee always carries a heavy sack slung over her back, this contains his flute, fiddle, small bells, and one set of fine clothes, such as the nobility might wear. she also carries a lute strapped to his back. He never carries any weapons and is smiling ninety percent of the time.
BIOGRAPHY:
Winter was born into a troupe of traveling performers. Her father was a master of instruments, and her mother was a skilled acrobat. She didn't have any other true blood siblings, but that didn't mean she thought of her family as small... not when all the other performers were her siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and extra parents. She was loved and cared for well by the whole troupe, and so had a very happy childhood. And from this childhood, the lessons of love, kindness, and friendship to others has stayed with her into her adult years.
Many people of varying races would travel with the troupe, either as full-time performers, short term workers, or even simple travelers who wanted the security of traveling in numbers rather than alone. As the troupe was made up of all races, Winter grew up naturally speaking different languages and dialects, as the campsites were always a melting pot of voices and cultures, which means she knows enough of most major languages to get by. As well, due to the other travelers joining the troupe on occasion, she managed to earn a piecemeal education. Various traveling scholars taught her her letters, to read and write, and bits of pieces of their given fields of interest. She doesn't know enough to be a scholar herself, buts he learned more than enough to gain a deep and abiding respect for knowledge in all its forms.
Both of her parents instructed her in their given craft, but she showed only aptitude for learning music from her father. Much to her mother's chagrin, she was much more likely to fall on her face than perform a graceful acrobatic feat. But music spoke to her soul. She loved to see how it could evoke emotions and bring joy across the boundaries of culture, class, and race. She devoted herself to learning all the instruments she could lay her hands-on, as well as training her voice, both of which were aided by a naturally perfect pitch. This also came in useful for mimicry, something she practiced at first out of a sense of fun, and later to earn herself coin or pass unremarked in foreign towns.
All good things must come to an end, though, and so Winters' childhood died when she was in his fourteenth year. A group of criminals butchered most of her troupe, including her parents, and even now she doesn't know why. She has no idea if the violence was senseless simply because the troupe was in the way, or if someone had a specific target in mind. Either way, her happy nomadic life came to a brutal close, which only cemented her previously taught beliefs of pacifism. The grief she felt was due to violence, and she would never want to inflict that on another person.
She was sent to live with a distant relative - a cousin's cousin - a lesser noble. She was kind to her in her own rather distant way, but she was also strict. The life of a lesser noble's ward didn't agree with her. After the freedom of the road and the easygoing dynamics within the group, she felt stifled and trapped within this stationary house with its strict rules and etiquette. It's these two years of her life that have left her with a distaste for being tied down and a fear of being confined. She felt as though she was slowly losing herself, dying, and being replaced by a hollow woman, while she was there.
When she ran away at sixteen, she felt as though her life had begun again and she vowed to never lose that again. She did bits and pieces of work where she could to earn credits- sometimes begging, sometimes singing on street corners, sometimes running errands. She even had brief employment as an entertainer in a high noble's house, but it didn't last long before she felt the need to be on the road again. Still, she kept the fine clothes in case she might need them to blag her way into high society again. She slowly built up a stockpile of musical instruments, which she takes care of with the love and devotion of a mother to children, and she travels around in her possibly futile quest to spread joy and smiles.
Despite the tragedy that touched her life, she has never allowed herself to be consumed by it. Her parents taught her well, and the life of a traveling troupe was full of partings and meetings again. So although the grief is still there as a dull ache, and parts of her have been colored by her experiences, she has never truly lost her warmth and friendship and sincere joy of simply talking to new friends of all races and classes.
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NAME: Winter Siln
FACTION:
RANK:
SPECIES: Mirialan
AGE: 36
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5'4
WEIGHT: 129
EYES: Green
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Green
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes, unaware
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
WEAKNESSES
Utterly useless in a fight
Can be extremely reckless
STRENGTHS
Instruments of all shapes and kinds
Good singing voice
Linguist
APPEARANCE:
Winter stands at 5'4 tall. She would be naturally of slender build, but years of nomadic walking and living outdoors has given her some natural muscle definition. She has black, cut ragged (because she's cut it herself) to just above her waist. Her clothes are piecemeal, whatever she can beg, borrow, or buy cheaply enough. If given the choice, she tends to favor blues, greens, oranges, and reds, but she's far from picky. She tries to keep her clothes in decent repair in order to keep her warm and covered when traveling, but most of what she is wearing is usually darned and patched all over. Shee always carries a heavy sack slung over her back, this contains his flute, fiddle, small bells, and one set of fine clothes, such as the nobility might wear. she also carries a lute strapped to his back. He never carries any weapons and is smiling ninety percent of the time.
BIOGRAPHY:
Winter was born into a troupe of traveling performers. Her father was a master of instruments, and her mother was a skilled acrobat. She didn't have any other true blood siblings, but that didn't mean she thought of her family as small... not when all the other performers were her siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and extra parents. She was loved and cared for well by the whole troupe, and so had a very happy childhood. And from this childhood, the lessons of love, kindness, and friendship to others has stayed with her into her adult years.
Many people of varying races would travel with the troupe, either as full-time performers, short term workers, or even simple travelers who wanted the security of traveling in numbers rather than alone. As the troupe was made up of all races, Winter grew up naturally speaking different languages and dialects, as the campsites were always a melting pot of voices and cultures, which means she knows enough of most major languages to get by. As well, due to the other travelers joining the troupe on occasion, she managed to earn a piecemeal education. Various traveling scholars taught her her letters, to read and write, and bits of pieces of their given fields of interest. She doesn't know enough to be a scholar herself, buts he learned more than enough to gain a deep and abiding respect for knowledge in all its forms.
Both of her parents instructed her in their given craft, but she showed only aptitude for learning music from her father. Much to her mother's chagrin, she was much more likely to fall on her face than perform a graceful acrobatic feat. But music spoke to her soul. She loved to see how it could evoke emotions and bring joy across the boundaries of culture, class, and race. She devoted herself to learning all the instruments she could lay her hands-on, as well as training her voice, both of which were aided by a naturally perfect pitch. This also came in useful for mimicry, something she practiced at first out of a sense of fun, and later to earn herself coin or pass unremarked in foreign towns.
All good things must come to an end, though, and so Winters' childhood died when she was in his fourteenth year. A group of criminals butchered most of her troupe, including her parents, and even now she doesn't know why. She has no idea if the violence was senseless simply because the troupe was in the way, or if someone had a specific target in mind. Either way, her happy nomadic life came to a brutal close, which only cemented her previously taught beliefs of pacifism. The grief she felt was due to violence, and she would never want to inflict that on another person.
She was sent to live with a distant relative - a cousin's cousin - a lesser noble. She was kind to her in her own rather distant way, but she was also strict. The life of a lesser noble's ward didn't agree with her. After the freedom of the road and the easygoing dynamics within the group, she felt stifled and trapped within this stationary house with its strict rules and etiquette. It's these two years of her life that have left her with a distaste for being tied down and a fear of being confined. She felt as though she was slowly losing herself, dying, and being replaced by a hollow woman, while she was there.
When she ran away at sixteen, she felt as though her life had begun again and she vowed to never lose that again. She did bits and pieces of work where she could to earn credits- sometimes begging, sometimes singing on street corners, sometimes running errands. She even had brief employment as an entertainer in a high noble's house, but it didn't last long before she felt the need to be on the road again. Still, she kept the fine clothes in case she might need them to blag her way into high society again. She slowly built up a stockpile of musical instruments, which she takes care of with the love and devotion of a mother to children, and she travels around in her possibly futile quest to spread joy and smiles.
Despite the tragedy that touched her life, she has never allowed herself to be consumed by it. Her parents taught her well, and the life of a traveling troupe was full of partings and meetings again. So although the grief is still there as a dull ache, and parts of her have been colored by her experiences, she has never truly lost her warmth and friendship and sincere joy of simply talking to new friends of all races and classes.
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