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Sarinah Greymoor
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Name: Sarinah Greymoor (previously Lissden)
Age: 29 (b. Yaris 28th, 2690)
Race: Wick
Place of Origin: Dorhaven, Anaxas
Backstory:
Born in Dorhaven, to the Yellow Eye tribe, Sarinah has been raised under the leadership of Durg Lordes, learning that family matters, that belonging matters, and in doing so has a strong belief that the nomads need to settle down and start creating their own 'place'. The spoke life isn't something she has ever been comfortable with, feeling incomplete without having a solid place to call home. When she turned 18, Sarinah left the tribe to start a life in Vienda, dreaming of a little family and even a home. Visions of dark haired children running barefoot through a quaint house filled her youthful mind. As painful as it was, she tore away from Dorhaven and arrived in Vienda. Applying for a job as an entertainer for Cook's Place, a shanty in the red latern district that promised a healthy income for hard working wicks. It was there, her life took a turn she didn't expect. She'd got the job no worries, but it was not was she expected at all. At first it was tarot cards and palm reading, then it was juggling and some light acrobatics. Finally it was dancing, not the jovial kind either. Exotic Dancing. With poles and barely there outfits and disgusting leering faces of drunken nobodies in the crowd. No real home to call her own, no family to come and rescue her from the dive. The young wick's dreams were at a standstill. And everytime she tried to leave, Cook managed to lure her back. The money was just to good to give up.
But some good came of the job. She had heard a lot about the Freedom Fighters, an organization she had weaved herself into thoroughly. As a child of the Yellow Eye Tribe, the wick knew of the civil unrest between her kin and the Red Crows. There was never a time where one could trust a Crow, or so it was said. Sarinah couldn't accept this, knowing in her heart that the decent of ones ancestors didn't determine one's heart or mind. A good person was a good person, and everyone deserved equal rights. Tribes and races. Not only this, but freedom. Everyone, no matter race or background or damned relationship with the mona, everyone deserved freedom. Maybe it was her current situation, feeling imprisoned by Cook's half joking threats or the fact that he knew she had no where else to go for the money he could offer, maybe that's what drew her to the freedom fighters.
It was here, in the prison she had made for herself, that Sarinah discovered how easily a man can take advantage of a woman. She feel hard, for a wick with a quick tongue and even quicker hands. Opening her heart to him, the young witch was left in the middle of the night, no warning no words, and she never saw him again. Cut to the bone, the dancer drowned her sorrows in whiskey, her final feeling of self worth shattered. Never once had she allowed herself to become one of Cook's tumbles, yet somehow this man had played her as one. Lost, hurt and maybe a little drunk, Sarinah found herself in the B&B, a popular drinking spot in the city. And it was here, she met someone. Someone she could never have thought she deserved. Someone who made her feel beautiful, both inside her soul and in her own skin. A kindred spirit, a passive swordhand raised by the Red Crow called Tristaanan.
There wasn't anything more to keep her at Cooks anymore. In the depth of the night, Cook mysteriously disappeared, replaced by Madam Mulm who let loose the reigns. She gave the witch a choice, and combined with the wick exodus from Vienda, Sarinah found herself leaving the city with Tristaan, moving to Old Rose to start a new business, a new life. A home, The Blushing Hingle.
Life was not easy, and neither was love. There were internal struggles to overcome, both from a tribal perspective, and from a personal perspective. However, finally, it all fell into place. Finally they could be happy. But the dream was short lived. A deadly force rained fire and destruction from the skies in the dead of the night, burning the Rose to the ground and with it, the Hingle. A blessing in disguise it seemed.
The two lovers, burned but alive, made the choice to leave the town. Returning to the Red Crows, they led the spoke life, whilst around them civil unrest took people to arms. Amidst so much hate, the couple celebrated their union with a wedding, but even then the fight raged on. The war took friends, family, and along the way Sarinah conceived their first child. Joy wrought under such harsh conditions, however the joy was soon tainted. The wick lost the baby before it had a chance to live. The loss hit them, hard. If not for Tristaan's support and love, Sarinah knew that she wouldn't have survived the grief.
Five years have passed. Still, the pain lingers, but it always will. Anaxas has descended into a self-destructive pit of death and hate, and the couple have fled to Mugroba to start over with their little family. They conceived again, this time baring a son. A beautiful, wide eyes boy not yet three, with dark curls and brown eyes flecked with gold. He has his fathers aristocratic nose and cheekbones however, and a gorgeous infectious giggle topped off with devilish dimples. Sarinah isn't sure what Mugroba will bring, but she knows that they won't stay in Little Anaxas. Thul Ka has been discussed, but opportunities for work are hard for Anaxas refugees. All they can do is keep moving forward, and not let the past consume them.
Description:
Sarinah is rather tall and lithe, a dancers body fallen slightly out of tone now the dancing is over and wearing two pregnancies. She bares a few faint stretch marks on her not as flat belly and hips. She has olive tanned skin and black hair, falling in soft curls to her waist. One upon a time she would dye bold red strands through it, but no longer. She wears her hair down most of the time, a habit formed in Cooks, but the grabby hands of a toddler see her wearing it back in a braid more often. Her heavy lidded eyes are a deep pool of chocolate brown and thick black lashes, simply lined with a layer of black kohl liner across the top lid She has a large tribal tattoo diagonally across her back from her right thigh/hip to her left shoulder, and a Red Crow tattoo on her right shoulder blade.
The clothing once favoured by the former dancer no longer hold any interest for her. Instead her wardrobe consists of long slowing skirts in muted colours and loose short sleeved tops in white or black. Since moving to the dry hot Murgoba, Sarinah has adopted the sheer linen dresses favoured by the locals. Short enough to still be modest, with a tunic style cut, she wears a simple wide woven leather belt around her waist. A wick to the core, her feet are still bare where possible, but with the burning hot sands of the day, the witch often don's a pair of simple woven flip-flops. Adorning her ankles are silver anklets with tiny little bells on them. She wears a silver cuff on her left upper arm with the Yellow Eye Tribe symbol worked on to it. Firmly tied to her belt is a simplistic holster in which are her sai's.
Personality:
Sarinah is no longer the breathy seductress she one was, the act long since discarded to become the woman she once was. Unafraid to speak her mind or step into the fray when required, Sarinah keeps her wits about her. She is quick to smile and warm to friends, but her dedication to family exceeds all else. There are scars however, deeply embedded in her soul. There is loss in her gaze, if the topic arises, and somewhere in her eyes if you speak with her long enough you will see the horrors of the Rose fires and the Anaxas fighting.
Inventory:
Clothing
Russet coloured linen dress
Tan woven leather belt
Tan woven leather flop-flops
Silver anklets
Silver arm cuff
Misc
lantern
set of sai
purse
Career:
Mother and wife
Goals:
Sarinah wants to find a place where her little family can finally belong. A house to call a home, and a secure SAFE income for them. With another baby growing in her belly, the witch feels this with increasing urgency each day. Even more so, she feels the responsibility Tristaan shoulders for the family, and she wants him to be happy.
Age: 29 (b. Yaris 28th, 2690)
Race: Wick
Place of Origin: Dorhaven, Anaxas
Backstory:
Born in Dorhaven, to the Yellow Eye tribe, Sarinah has been raised under the leadership of Durg Lordes, learning that family matters, that belonging matters, and in doing so has a strong belief that the nomads need to settle down and start creating their own 'place'. The spoke life isn't something she has ever been comfortable with, feeling incomplete without having a solid place to call home. When she turned 18, Sarinah left the tribe to start a life in Vienda, dreaming of a little family and even a home. Visions of dark haired children running barefoot through a quaint house filled her youthful mind. As painful as it was, she tore away from Dorhaven and arrived in Vienda. Applying for a job as an entertainer for Cook's Place, a shanty in the red latern district that promised a healthy income for hard working wicks. It was there, her life took a turn she didn't expect. She'd got the job no worries, but it was not was she expected at all. At first it was tarot cards and palm reading, then it was juggling and some light acrobatics. Finally it was dancing, not the jovial kind either. Exotic Dancing. With poles and barely there outfits and disgusting leering faces of drunken nobodies in the crowd. No real home to call her own, no family to come and rescue her from the dive. The young wick's dreams were at a standstill. And everytime she tried to leave, Cook managed to lure her back. The money was just to good to give up.
But some good came of the job. She had heard a lot about the Freedom Fighters, an organization she had weaved herself into thoroughly. As a child of the Yellow Eye Tribe, the wick knew of the civil unrest between her kin and the Red Crows. There was never a time where one could trust a Crow, or so it was said. Sarinah couldn't accept this, knowing in her heart that the decent of ones ancestors didn't determine one's heart or mind. A good person was a good person, and everyone deserved equal rights. Tribes and races. Not only this, but freedom. Everyone, no matter race or background or damned relationship with the mona, everyone deserved freedom. Maybe it was her current situation, feeling imprisoned by Cook's half joking threats or the fact that he knew she had no where else to go for the money he could offer, maybe that's what drew her to the freedom fighters.
It was here, in the prison she had made for herself, that Sarinah discovered how easily a man can take advantage of a woman. She feel hard, for a wick with a quick tongue and even quicker hands. Opening her heart to him, the young witch was left in the middle of the night, no warning no words, and she never saw him again. Cut to the bone, the dancer drowned her sorrows in whiskey, her final feeling of self worth shattered. Never once had she allowed herself to become one of Cook's tumbles, yet somehow this man had played her as one. Lost, hurt and maybe a little drunk, Sarinah found herself in the B&B, a popular drinking spot in the city. And it was here, she met someone. Someone she could never have thought she deserved. Someone who made her feel beautiful, both inside her soul and in her own skin. A kindred spirit, a passive swordhand raised by the Red Crow called Tristaanan.
There wasn't anything more to keep her at Cooks anymore. In the depth of the night, Cook mysteriously disappeared, replaced by Madam Mulm who let loose the reigns. She gave the witch a choice, and combined with the wick exodus from Vienda, Sarinah found herself leaving the city with Tristaan, moving to Old Rose to start a new business, a new life. A home, The Blushing Hingle.
Life was not easy, and neither was love. There were internal struggles to overcome, both from a tribal perspective, and from a personal perspective. However, finally, it all fell into place. Finally they could be happy. But the dream was short lived. A deadly force rained fire and destruction from the skies in the dead of the night, burning the Rose to the ground and with it, the Hingle. A blessing in disguise it seemed.
The two lovers, burned but alive, made the choice to leave the town. Returning to the Red Crows, they led the spoke life, whilst around them civil unrest took people to arms. Amidst so much hate, the couple celebrated their union with a wedding, but even then the fight raged on. The war took friends, family, and along the way Sarinah conceived their first child. Joy wrought under such harsh conditions, however the joy was soon tainted. The wick lost the baby before it had a chance to live. The loss hit them, hard. If not for Tristaan's support and love, Sarinah knew that she wouldn't have survived the grief.
Five years have passed. Still, the pain lingers, but it always will. Anaxas has descended into a self-destructive pit of death and hate, and the couple have fled to Mugroba to start over with their little family. They conceived again, this time baring a son. A beautiful, wide eyes boy not yet three, with dark curls and brown eyes flecked with gold. He has his fathers aristocratic nose and cheekbones however, and a gorgeous infectious giggle topped off with devilish dimples. Sarinah isn't sure what Mugroba will bring, but she knows that they won't stay in Little Anaxas. Thul Ka has been discussed, but opportunities for work are hard for Anaxas refugees. All they can do is keep moving forward, and not let the past consume them.
Description:
Sarinah is rather tall and lithe, a dancers body fallen slightly out of tone now the dancing is over and wearing two pregnancies. She bares a few faint stretch marks on her not as flat belly and hips. She has olive tanned skin and black hair, falling in soft curls to her waist. One upon a time she would dye bold red strands through it, but no longer. She wears her hair down most of the time, a habit formed in Cooks, but the grabby hands of a toddler see her wearing it back in a braid more often. Her heavy lidded eyes are a deep pool of chocolate brown and thick black lashes, simply lined with a layer of black kohl liner across the top lid She has a large tribal tattoo diagonally across her back from her right thigh/hip to her left shoulder, and a Red Crow tattoo on her right shoulder blade.
The clothing once favoured by the former dancer no longer hold any interest for her. Instead her wardrobe consists of long slowing skirts in muted colours and loose short sleeved tops in white or black. Since moving to the dry hot Murgoba, Sarinah has adopted the sheer linen dresses favoured by the locals. Short enough to still be modest, with a tunic style cut, she wears a simple wide woven leather belt around her waist. A wick to the core, her feet are still bare where possible, but with the burning hot sands of the day, the witch often don's a pair of simple woven flip-flops. Adorning her ankles are silver anklets with tiny little bells on them. She wears a silver cuff on her left upper arm with the Yellow Eye Tribe symbol worked on to it. Firmly tied to her belt is a simplistic holster in which are her sai's.
Personality:
Sarinah is no longer the breathy seductress she one was, the act long since discarded to become the woman she once was. Unafraid to speak her mind or step into the fray when required, Sarinah keeps her wits about her. She is quick to smile and warm to friends, but her dedication to family exceeds all else. There are scars however, deeply embedded in her soul. There is loss in her gaze, if the topic arises, and somewhere in her eyes if you speak with her long enough you will see the horrors of the Rose fires and the Anaxas fighting.
Inventory:
Clothing
Russet coloured linen dress
Tan woven leather belt
Tan woven leather flop-flops
Silver anklets
Silver arm cuff
Misc
lantern
set of sai
purse
Career:
Mother and wife
Goals:
Sarinah wants to find a place where her little family can finally belong. A house to call a home, and a secure SAFE income for them. With another baby growing in her belly, the witch feels this with increasing urgency each day. Even more so, she feels the responsibility Tristaan shoulders for the family, and she wants him to be happy.
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