Alesia Skye

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Alesia Skye

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Alesia Skye
« on: September 17, 2020, 12:45:58 AM »
    Alesia Skye


    The Basics


    Full Name: Alesia Skye
    Age: 26 as of AW103
    Gender/Pronouns: She/her (nickname "Sia")

    Ethnicity: Short-Lived
    Birthplace: Roeselare Province
    Current Location: Mountains of Dendrabelle Province
    Profession: Survivalist

    Caste: Queen
    Birthright Jewel: Yellow (CUT 17)
    Offering Jewel: Summer Sky (CUT 7)

    Face Claim: Marie Avgeropoulos


    The Body


    Height: 5' 9''
    Body Type: Curvey. She has a thin waist, but curvey hits. Muscles legs and arms.
    Hair Color: Brown
    Eye Color: Green

    Appearance:
    Sia is used to living in the mountains and does not care much for fashion. She makes her own clothes and is usually covered with a fine layer of dust or mud. She loves nature and usually ties her hair back in braids to keep it out of her face as she hunts. She wears her Jewels openly, around her neck, two delicately cut beads that clink together as she runs.


    The Mind


    Craft Strengths: 15pts
    Reading the Land
    Physical Enhancement
    Craft Weaknesses: Sia has been isolated her entire life. Her mother was demanding and often terrifying with her constant drive to protect Sia. Such an upbringing made her incredibly distrustful and stunted some of the natural empathy that a Queen would feel towards others and the land. Mother Night help any of the males that come to her needing anything but tough love. This same weakness can been seen in her Queen's Touch. She has never used it much and thinks that individuals should not need Craft to make themselves feel better. 

    Personal Strengths: Fighting gives Alesia control. In many ways it is her meditation. Every morning she wakes up to do her exercises and it makes her happy. The sweat. The sun. The burning in her muscles. It gives her peace in a way that her constant worry and fear of others never truly allows her. Sia also enjoys strategy puzzles. Books. Games. Anything that involves trying to think one step ahead of opponents is something that Sia enjoys. It allows her mind to strike as strongly as her body can and she finds the symmetry of that enjoyable.

    Personal Weaknesses: Growing up with a mother that constantly reminded her of the danger of her caste, the difficulty of the world, instilled a fear of the new and the unknown within Alesia. This fear conflicts with her thirst for adventure and her desire to understand who and what she is. This conflict causes great turmoil in the Queen and she often lashes out when she feels it. Additionally, her mother preached that connection, getting close to others, would be her downfall. That is how she would get trapped as a puppet or used like a pawn. She told Alesia that all she needed was herself until she came to believe that. The scary thing is, there is a part of her, that years for connection though. Craves it. Such needs fill her with fear.

    Personality:
    Sia is fierce and determined. She is brave and unrelenting. Harlow and her mother instilled many admirable qualities within the  Queen, but a life of near-total isolation took its toll on Alesia. She is hesitant to make connections with others. She is constantly suspicious and likes to react before she thinks. She feels lost when she enters the world, only told how to avoid it and not how to be a part of it. But she feels a longing to join it. She feels something calling for her, but she does not quite know what it is, and that makes her afraid.

    Fear.

    She detests it. Although Sia loves her mother dearly, she blames the woman for making her afraid of the world. Of making her unable to confront it like the people she sees in the village, wide-eyed and accepting. She is always thinking, planning, tinkering with ways to make her life, and those she has grudgingly grown to accept, better. Such plans have failed more often than not within the harsh climate of the wilderness.

    Her desire to explore and confront her problems produces a conflict with the conditioning that her mother did manage to instill within her. That of obscuring the truth. No matter what, she must always hide her caste. It was the most important rule, over all else. Over her family, her friends, and her happiness. This conflict--that of exploring who she really is and hiding the most important aspect of herself--has produced the recklessness that leads her into the village too often. However, soon this conflict within her will have to be addressed and it could destroy the image of who Sia thinks she is.

    Such an upbringing magnified and perhaps, to some, perverted her caste. Alesia uses her Queen's Caste to sense other's movements, where their feet hit the ground, the vibrations of the air when a fighter moves, and the slightest twitch of a toe across the dirt. And then she attacks them. As Queen's are naturally connected to the land and those that live on it, this has produced a conflict within Sia. She only has ever used her Queen’s gift to attack, not replenish. She feels the pain that her territory is going through, but instead of using her gifts to help, she uses them to avoid the problem. Eventually, she will not be able to outrun the feeling within her.



    The Backstory


    Family:
    • Nadia Skye | Relation | Opal to Opal Black Widow
    • Dalia Skye | Daughter | Rose to --- Priestess
    • Harlow Rivers | Friend | White to Tiger Eye Warlord(Deceased)

    History:
    Some would say that Nadia went crazy when her daughter was born. She had fostered a street child for four years, but the pregnancy was unexpected. A one night stand. The striking scent of a Queen hit the air and the Black Widow screamed. She clutched her daughter close and worried that someone would take her. A stranger. Thieves. Slavers. She lived in Rosenheim, within the bustling streets with so many prying eyes. The woman became increasingly obsessed with her child, not wishing to leave her side and often taking her to the market or appointments with customers strapped to her back. It was not enough though. Never enough. People looked. They caught the scent of a Queen and asked questions. They wanted to touch her. Hold her. Nadia did not want any of it. She could see plotting in their eyes. Scheming. She had seen it in her Webs too. Someone was going to take her baby girl.

    Nadia left Rosenheim with her foster son, Harlow, and Sia that night with only what she could vanish in her psychic cabinet. She traveled west, towards the mountains that separated the territory from Glacia. She found a small cave high up in the mountains and moved the two of them there, intent on protecting her daughter from those that would use her and steal her away. The Black Widow began to build out the cave, chopping down trees and constructing walls and a front door. She caught fish in the stream and used Craft to take down prey. The first few years were the most difficult, Nadia used to living hard, but not living rough. Soon though, by the time Alesia was ready for her Birthright, the Black Widow had become an expert on living wild, living to survive. She had meat for the winter. Blankets made of animal fur. A complex cloaking spell that hid her daughter's casts, even when there was not a soul around.

    The only difficult thing was Sia’s Birthright. She needed to get it, but Nadia refused to go back to the city. She refused. So she grudgingly took her to the closest village, Alesia bouncing behind her, full of energy. The village was the last one before the mountains started, a logging outpost. It was small and the fires were warm, but Nadia was still suspicious. She gave no surname at the Birthright ceremony and did not allow her daughter to stay a moment extra, even as Alesia's eyes grew big with the houses and the children running through the streets.

    It was after her birthright that the training began. Harlow helped out with everything he had learned before Nadia took him in and the Black Widow began easy, teaching her how to breathe and how to position her body. Over the years their training increased in complexity, the woman showing the "witch" how to use her speed and bodyweight to overcome her opponent. By the time she was ten, Nadia introduced Craft, teaching Sia how to incorporate a surge of her power into a blow with a dagger, causing it to slice through unfortified shields or defenses. Sia loved the training, partly because it allowed her the security of being able to protect her mother and partly because it was some of the only physical human interaction she had. Nadia did not only teach her to fight, but she taught her to think. Strategies. Nadia told her of all great battles of the past and how each of them should have played out. It was like a game between them. Try and find the perfect battle strategy. Every morning, once her training was over, she would slide and hop through the mountains, through the maze of Black Widow traps she had memorized, and peek down at the village she desperately wanted to visit.

    She first crept there, against her mother's wishes, when she was fifteen. Harlow was with her. His dark hair, blue eyes, a smirk. Sia had never noticed before, but he was attractive. They went secretly into town after that for a few months. Exploring. Testing the waters. Harlow was who Sia first kissed. Who encouraged her to venture deeper into the village. Who gave her new foods to try. Who opened up her world. Her mother asked Harlow to show Sia through her Virgin Night when she was sixteen. He happily agreed and the night went well. The two grew closer, spending more time together in their secluded world. It was months after that when Alesia became pregnant with Dalia. Nadia was furious.

    But Alesia would not abide the yelling. Such nonsense was for children. She put each of them in their place and Nadia saw a glimpse of a Queen in her daughter for the first time. Nadia grew more paranoid, concerned about Harlow taking her daughter from her for the first time, but her worries were short-lived. In a tragic accident, Harlow was killed in a logging accident while he tried to get new wood for their cottage. The progress Sia had made of leaving the forest and trusting others promptly vanished. She grew deeper into the isolation her mother preached.

    She was even distant from her own daughter, uncertain how to be a mother any more than how to be herself. She tried though. She was fiercely protective and she tried to do right by her, but deep down she wonders if she is doing it wrong. Time drew on like that. Training. Surviving. Paranoia. More training. Eventually, Alesia even went into the city once a week to train with a Prince there, under a different name of course and with the Webs hiding her scent tightly around her. Life seemed to stretch on like that, day by day, and Sia could feel something just off in the distance, waiting for her.


    The Writer


    Player Name: Kenna
    Player Pronouns: She/her
    Timezone: GMT -5 (Eastern time)
    Contact: Discord, PM
    How did you find us?: RPG Directory

    Inactivity Instructions: Archive character

    Roleplay Sample:

    The sun blazed in a cloudless Pruulian sky, filtered through the thinned canvas of a covered cart, and caused sweat to trickle down the temple of the prone form of Avin Graves. She was stuffed into a large burlap sack, only loosely tied, so she could easily escape. Cyrus had only done it so no one would discover his Queen until they were safely outside of Onn. Away from the madness of the True Sabbah and their followers. Away from poverty. Away from putting all of their problems, their sorrows, on her back. The drug he had used would keep her unconscious for the first day of the Tabur’s travel from Onn and he had fully recharged the webs that hid her castes. The male could only hope that the Clan would take pity on her from there, declining to leave her in the desert, as most Clans were inclined to do with water-takers. He could only hope that Avin might one day forgive him.

    But as the Queen woke up, the morning sun smearing through the burlap bag, Avin gasped at the pain shooting through her head and she was unlikely to forgive anyone anytime soon. Her vision blurred and she grasped frantically at the fabric, splaying out and rocking until her head popped out. Her hands grasped her head as she crawled forward over the sacks of fabric underneath her, the foreign sounds and smells bombarding the Queen. Where was she? What had happened? Where was Cyrus? Avi felt sluggish and disoriented, so she had just put together that she was with some kind of caravan when she heard the latch to the covered cart pop open. Panic. The Priestess Queen had already shot forward, two knives called in, by the time an older woman, her hair dark brown, but wrinkles creasing her face, pushed the cart door open. Avi wrapped a blade around her neck and pushed the woman forward, oblivious to her cry of surprise as she stepped down from the cart into the blistering sun.

    For a moment there was only the whiteness of her golden eyes adjusting to the sun-soaked sand, but then the caravan came into focus. Their markings were those of the Tabur and while they had all been moving calmly forward before, the old woman’s cry drew their part of the caravan to a grinding halt, which sent the carts and horses further back to a confused halt as well. The Clan mobilized around Avin like a finely-tuned organization, men and women drawing their khanjars at the presence of the intruder. They tried to encircle their prey, but Avi pressed her back against the cart, holding the old woman closer, pressing the knife deeper into the soft skin under her chin.

    “I-I don’t want to hurt her. Bring me a horse and I’ll let her go, unharmed.” Avi placed a Tiger Eye shield around them both and yelled at herself for allowing her voice to crack. She eyed their khanjar, all of them, brushed with the sun, and knew she was in deep shit. Clan members did not put down their swords without letting them taste blood and there were too many of them for her to fight. They weren't going to give her a horse. She probably wasn’t going to live long enough to figure out how she ended up in the desert, alone, with a Clan she had never met before.

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    Re: Alesia Skye
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