Rasja
Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 8:23 pm
Player Name: KAT AGAIN
Name: Rasja
Age: 22
Height: 5'5
Weight: 141 lbs.
Race: Human
Physical Description
Black hair in messy ringlets falls to her shoulderblades. It is rare for her to bind it, but she will braid in trinkets and charms that rarely get taken out. It frames the curve of her cheeks, her flesh slightly rounded as though it never quite gave up childhood. Her irises seem black, and they are quick to kindle in strong emotion. She stands straight and tall, and she is built solidly. Her presence is never easy to dismiss, for she moves as though she is rooted to Pitjanta like the stubborn trees that grow there. Her skin is a deep, rich color that reflects her time spent in the sun.
Possessions
Sling
The clothes on her back
Everything else belongs more or less to the tribe
Powers or Strengths
She is capable of imposing her will upon sicknesses that infect a person. It might be said that she chases out the demons who make a person sick, which lets the person heal more quickly. She is incapable of fixing a physical wound through magic (broken limb, cuts, gashes, head trauma etc), but she can keep such wounds from becoming infected.
She is quite handy with a sling.
She knows how to delegate tasks, and carries an air of command. . .though typically it's mostly bravado.
Weaknesses:
She is slightly dreamy, but despite this quality she acts rashly. Sometimes it is said of her that she carries not a single rational thought between her ears.
Really rather afraid of horses.
Often slightly clueless. Somewhat naive about the world.
While not a coward, she finds close quarter combat to be quite intimidating. Though she is supposed to lead the charge for any attacks her tribe carries out, it nearly unnerves her to do so.
History:
There is no word for 'childhood' in the Grani tongue. There are youths, and there are adults, and not much to distinguish the workload between them but for the level of responsibility involved. Rasja spent her first eleven years with this mindset. Over and over it is drilled into the youths of the Grani that they are to work for the whole. Survival is dependent upon each individual's contribution to the whole; slacking is a betrayal in its own right. It was tough for Rasja, but it was tough for all and she knew little else. There was no whining. There wasn't much reason to whine. The Grani were a well-oiled machine -- though not without their own spitfire and personality -- but early on the young ones learned to share their burden.
Rasja was always a little odd. Where most of her kin were down to earth and straightforward, she had a tendency to wander off in speech, a faraway look in her eyes. Her parents wrote it off to a slow mind, and so Rasja was given increasingly physical tasks to work upon. "Pay attention, Rasja!" Her mother would frown in exasperation, "Stop dawdling and move!" She earned hard slaps many a time, and the lash during a few mishaps that cost the group of Grani things of importance, such as water or food. Understand, it was not done in cruelty or unfairness. Life was tough, and so the Grani must be even tougher. Still, Rasja didn't bear it well like her brethren before her had, and she wilted bit by bit until her parents despaired that she was too weak for a Grani. "She is ijajina in spirit." Her father would grimly shake his head. "She is a lost soul."
Then, on her eleventh year, her mother fell ill. It was a wasting illness, and it was heartrending to Rasja. Whenever she could, she would sit by her mother's half-conscious body, weeping, her thin body cast over her mother's. It was anathema to her family, and they shook their heads and fingers at the girl. But then, after Rasja crept in with her mother to sleep the inexplicable happened: mother healed. Word spread rapidly amidst the tribe, and the shaman was brought to test mother, daughter, siblings and father.
Rasja was a shaman.
Celebration was quick to follow, and in the years that followed Rasja found herself in a different set of circumstances. No longer was she needed to do the poorest physical tasks. She bloomed under the new regime, and she learned to adore her teacher, Juntara. She learned to better control her ability, though it was discovered quickly enough that there were insurmountable limits to her power.
She grew. She learned. By Juntara's side, she will learn to one day exert her own will over the Grani people, and she is ever hungry for conquest.
Name: Rasja
Age: 22
Height: 5'5
Weight: 141 lbs.
Race: Human
Physical Description
Black hair in messy ringlets falls to her shoulderblades. It is rare for her to bind it, but she will braid in trinkets and charms that rarely get taken out. It frames the curve of her cheeks, her flesh slightly rounded as though it never quite gave up childhood. Her irises seem black, and they are quick to kindle in strong emotion. She stands straight and tall, and she is built solidly. Her presence is never easy to dismiss, for she moves as though she is rooted to Pitjanta like the stubborn trees that grow there. Her skin is a deep, rich color that reflects her time spent in the sun.
Possessions
Sling
The clothes on her back
Everything else belongs more or less to the tribe
Powers or Strengths
She is capable of imposing her will upon sicknesses that infect a person. It might be said that she chases out the demons who make a person sick, which lets the person heal more quickly. She is incapable of fixing a physical wound through magic (broken limb, cuts, gashes, head trauma etc), but she can keep such wounds from becoming infected.
She is quite handy with a sling.
She knows how to delegate tasks, and carries an air of command. . .though typically it's mostly bravado.
Weaknesses:
She is slightly dreamy, but despite this quality she acts rashly. Sometimes it is said of her that she carries not a single rational thought between her ears.
Really rather afraid of horses.
Often slightly clueless. Somewhat naive about the world.
While not a coward, she finds close quarter combat to be quite intimidating. Though she is supposed to lead the charge for any attacks her tribe carries out, it nearly unnerves her to do so.
History:
There is no word for 'childhood' in the Grani tongue. There are youths, and there are adults, and not much to distinguish the workload between them but for the level of responsibility involved. Rasja spent her first eleven years with this mindset. Over and over it is drilled into the youths of the Grani that they are to work for the whole. Survival is dependent upon each individual's contribution to the whole; slacking is a betrayal in its own right. It was tough for Rasja, but it was tough for all and she knew little else. There was no whining. There wasn't much reason to whine. The Grani were a well-oiled machine -- though not without their own spitfire and personality -- but early on the young ones learned to share their burden.
Rasja was always a little odd. Where most of her kin were down to earth and straightforward, she had a tendency to wander off in speech, a faraway look in her eyes. Her parents wrote it off to a slow mind, and so Rasja was given increasingly physical tasks to work upon. "Pay attention, Rasja!" Her mother would frown in exasperation, "Stop dawdling and move!" She earned hard slaps many a time, and the lash during a few mishaps that cost the group of Grani things of importance, such as water or food. Understand, it was not done in cruelty or unfairness. Life was tough, and so the Grani must be even tougher. Still, Rasja didn't bear it well like her brethren before her had, and she wilted bit by bit until her parents despaired that she was too weak for a Grani. "She is ijajina in spirit." Her father would grimly shake his head. "She is a lost soul."
Then, on her eleventh year, her mother fell ill. It was a wasting illness, and it was heartrending to Rasja. Whenever she could, she would sit by her mother's half-conscious body, weeping, her thin body cast over her mother's. It was anathema to her family, and they shook their heads and fingers at the girl. But then, after Rasja crept in with her mother to sleep the inexplicable happened: mother healed. Word spread rapidly amidst the tribe, and the shaman was brought to test mother, daughter, siblings and father.
Rasja was a shaman.
Celebration was quick to follow, and in the years that followed Rasja found herself in a different set of circumstances. No longer was she needed to do the poorest physical tasks. She bloomed under the new regime, and she learned to adore her teacher, Juntara. She learned to better control her ability, though it was discovered quickly enough that there were insurmountable limits to her power.
She grew. She learned. By Juntara's side, she will learn to one day exert her own will over the Grani people, and she is ever hungry for conquest.