Post by Natsunats-Shun on Jul 3, 2022 15:41:01 GMT -5
Natsunats-Shun of Bleakfort
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Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Avian(Snowy Owl)/ Tiefling Half-Race
Nationality: Frost Gale
Scope of Travels
every where
currently in Frost Gale (up for threading in Frost Gale Arid Mesa, Capitol Landing or Moonglade)
Appearance: 5'4 soft features and fine build, with yellow eyes and ruddy pink skin, black goat horns curling around short pointed ears, both of which she typically covers with a travelling cloak when she's outside of Frost Gale. she has a windows peak with poofy white feathers with heavy barring where a human's hair would be. It goes down her back to cover her shoulders blades around her wing joints and trace her spine. Her wings and flight feathers are a little short, so she typically covers them with a wing cape. They reach only to her hips, giving her a 9'10 wingspan where most snowys have a wing span at least double their height. Her wings are heavily barred on the outside and pure white on the inside, save for a single, speckled covert feather. Her arms are featherless and thin, with black claws at the end of each finger. Her tail feathers reach to just below her knees with a little lighter barring than her wings. Her legs are covered in floofy, pure white feathers that go down to her feet, which are tiefling in structure, but just sorta look like fluffy blobs with little claws sticking out.
Personality: Humble- she knows her place in society. Bold in thinking, but eloquent, choosing words carefully so they serve their purpose, without displaying too much. Most confident in displaying this in music, paper, or with a script in hand. Loyal- to her relations and ideals, her homeland, but not the as a whole government, though she does know there are some good people in there and is loyal to them. Practical& determined- If she's going to do something, she'll do it well, in the most thorough but simple way possible. Unpredictable- most of the time she's soft spoken and gentle, but she's a storyteller and musician, able to put on any personal she pleases so long as it doesn't interfere with her core values (which are slowly deteriorating). Not only acting, but the randomest things can provoke her demons and turn her anything from mildly snarky prankster to a blood thirsty beast.
History: She grew up half in the Grey Keep, and half in the skies. Her Father works as a servant in the Keep, where she was born and lived when she couldn't follow her mother, who called her self a "collector". She was a historian, information broker, and travelling storyteller. Her father was from a small town of runaways and criminals in the Lost caverns of the Arid Mesa. Her mother was native to Frost gale, travelling around when she met her father. She brought him to her home town but it was too cold for him. The Marquis Anque took them in and they've been indebted to them since. Natsunats-Shun was taught how to play a lute by father, liked music and so followed the court musician around a lot when she was in the manor, he has a soft spot for kids so he took Nastunats-Shun under his wing when he was 7, helping to shield her from a good bit of the sexism and racism with the manor, but she still very much felt it. Between the discrimination and the open mindedness and variety in perspectives lent to her by her travels and her mother's stories, she developed her own strong ideals of equality and respect in the struggle of life. She's spent most of his life apprenticing under the court musician bringing new stories, themes and ideas to her master whenever she came back from her travels. Now she's as a small time composer and songwriter, and court cellist and flutiest. Just over a year ago, her mother died of a cold sick, as she was getting older as an Avian. Knowing she wouldn't want to be simply buried to rot under ground, they took her feathers, skull and a good portion of their savings to make a coat for her father and a mask for herself, which she wears when doing business deals or performing on the street. Wanting to continue her mother's missions of getting her father out of the arctic and spreading stories, as well as her own mission of changing society through the arts. Since then, she's been travelling on her own, seeing the world without her mother's shielding. Music alone can't cover the costs of all the travelling she does, and so she uses demon arts that she inherited from her father to do less pleasant forms of work. The new experiences from the past year and influences from her fighting form have her changed, and she continues her mother's mission, but on a path coated with not only ink and paper, but blood, magic, and lies.
On returning home after a series of expeditions, Natsunats returns changed. With new wings, longer horns and a uncontrollable stadistic streak a half mile long, they almost don't recognize her. Their concern has her reflecting. Staying home for the season, going between resuming her music studies under her master and holing up in her family's archive of stories and reflecting. She knew she'd become someone she didn't like, even if she also felt that her actions in killing were justified. She spends months wrestling with that debate, living her old life in Bleakfort that somehow didn't feel the same.
Now she affirms a new resolve, and reaffirms some of her old ones.
1) She was a musician and a story teller, not a mercenary or a soldier
2) She was a Half-Tiefling, not a blood thirsty abomination
and finally,
3) She owned her own soul, and wouldn't be selling it for anything.
Of course, things wouldn't be the same, and being able to live that was a different issue... but it was a work in progress