Reima
Details
Full Name: Reima
Race: Fae'Norai
Sex: TBD
Age: 35
Height: 4'0
Weight: 50 lbs
Birthdate: 12th of Frost, 84 AS
Birthplace: Turoth Region
Profession: Tribune of The Omen
Housing: Migrant/Inn/Tavern
Titles: Tribune
Factions: The Omen of Ulendreaism
Fluencies: Common, Gentevarese
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
Fae Form
Like others of her kind Reima's skin is light green, smooth save for the odd rough patch where jagged leaves sprout from the vine like patterns that crisscross her entire body. Large, upturned eyes are a diluted brown flecked with specks of white. Long vine like hair falls to the small of her back, framing rounded features as numerous blooming white flowers peak from beneath the strands. Jagged leaves fall from her shoulders and end between her shoulder-blades. Her body is well proportioned for her height, not gangley or awkward as one might expect. Thin fingers end in dark green nails that end in slight points, a feature which is shared by her toenails as well.
The Carapace
More often than not Reima wears a carapace, and over the years she has shaped it into many and varied forms, both male and female or somewhere inbetween. Most often though her Carapace takes the form of a half Hytori, mixed with either human or perhaps traces of other elven races. Her skin is a healthy tan color, hair the color of bark with hints of red with ears that are slightly too short and rounded to truly pass for a Hytori. The eyes tend to be large, golden but not shining as a true Hytori's would be. With her soft features, rounded cheeks and short stature Reima has many times been confused for one of the elven youth or children. At one time this annoyed her greatly, but when she was graced with no further height she was forced to accept the inevitable and now works to live with ramifications.
Personality
Reima was raised for her duty since she was a young sapling. For all, she knows she never had what one would traditionally call parents unless one could consider their teachers and instructors an appropriate substitute. It very well could be that she was born in some kind of farm for her kind, and at her birth immediately sold to the highest bidder to be raised as they saw fit. Whatever the case her past means that she has very little in common with most others of her race save for what is biological or instinctual. She enjoys nature and appreciates the balance of the wildlife, yet at the same time, she finds she can understand why the other races would seek to conquer and control the world through technology and magical might. The idea of the strong consuming the weak tends to make many of the other races squirm in discomfort, and for that Reima does find herself grateful for being born as a Fae'Norai if only for the perspective that gives.
Since as long as she could remember Reima has trained to fulfill her purpose, to protect and serve her master in any way he desired. Each and every one of the magic and skills she learned was done in order to fill her role, and because of that, she finds she has a difficult time picking out specific wants or desires that she can call her own. The idea of responsibility and duty come easily to her, but now with her master gone the thought of freedom and what that actually means for her is like a nagging itch she cannot quite reach. With nothing else to lean on for guidance, Reima has instead chosen to focus on that which all the other races seemed so fixated on, that of gold and currency.
Like anyone else, Reima can smile and laugh. She feels sadness and loneliness, anger and joy, jealousy, and contempt. She isn't cold or heartless in the least, and like others of her kind, she takes special pride in her appearance and her ability to alter it as she wishes. Because of what she is Reima does not feel the same desperation for currency in order to sustain her own life and survival, but she has begun to appreciate the things that gold CAN bring her. Clothing and special seeds and herbs, tools for her craft, passage to other cities, and one day other regions as well.
As a native Reima follows the way of the Omen, and while she herself perhaps holds some reservations, her position within the Church means that on the outside she holds herself to the roles and ideals of the sect she serves. In some ways, she uses her religion
History
Reima was born within the region of Turoth, though her memories only go so far back as when she came to Daravin itself. From the day she was born, she was raised and trained with a specific purpose in mind, to protect and see to the needs of her master. She is not sure if it was chance or cunning which lead her to her role, as given her biology and natural talents she seemed perfectly suited for what was required of her. The training itself was harsh, but Reima's life as a whole could be described as passable. She did not want for anything she required, she was not beaten or punished unjustly, and for all the pain and tribulations Reima received a great deal of satisfaction when she met and surpassed the expectations placed upon her.
Her master was a minor noble of the Rust Empire, and her role was a simple if not easy one. She acted as a protector for her master, as well as his aid in matters which concerned the command and infrastructure of his forces. To serve her purpose she was trained in three arts: Transposition, Shielding, and finally Affliction. Given her position within her master's possessions, her teachers were harsh in their tutelage, but their methods proved their worth at the end. For Transposition Reima was made to focus on two areas: Identifying points of interest in the place her master set up and providing him quick access via windows to guards and lookout areas within that area. Shielding was the second thing engraved into her soul, and its primary purpose was in protecting her master above all else. Finally, affliction was given to her with strict guidelines. She was to utilize it first and foremost to save her master should he become afflicted with poison or some other malady, even at the cost of her own life. Second, she was to utilize the magic as a final act of sacrifice to stop an invading adversary so that her master could escape.
It was not the kindest and generous of upbringings, but still, Reima found that she did not dislike her life. In fact, she took great pride in her work and strove each and every day to do what she could for her master whatever that may be. Her small size seemed a boon to her purpose as well, as she would most often go unnoticed or was simply dismissed by those who saw her dressed in her common servant attire. This fact made it so that her master could take her anywhere, under the pretense of having a servant that could tend his needs as proper protocol allowed. Reima would likely have spent her entire life living this way, serving her master's decedents after his passing, were it not for what occurred in the Searing of 112.
They had situated themselves in an upscale inn within the lands of Lorien, seeing to some task or another set out by the masters family. His guards were positioned in their usual places, two outside the room, and two inside. More were stationed outside the inn to guard the parameter. There were almost no guests in the inn this night, odd perhaps for the season, but it raised no noticeable alarms. That night, at the stroke for 8 as her master sat at his writing desk penning a letter to his father is when the assassin struck. He came suddenly and without warning, slipping past the guards outside and subduing the ones outside with no more than a whisper. Reima watched the windows as it happened, but still, she could not move quickly enough. In an instant, the door was thrown open and in a panic her shield snapped into place, shattering under the impact of the dagger that thudded into the wall off to the side. Sadly her shield had only blocked the first blade, and it was the second that that took her master in his throat. Like a shadow the assassin appeared and just as quickly vanished, leaving only Reima and the handmaid alive to watch as the young noble died in a pool of his own blood.
After that day Reima was uncertain what to do with herself. Her upbringing had given her a very particular set of skills, and as the Fai 'Norai required very little in the way of food she found that there was really very little that she had to cling to as far as a purpose went. She wandered for a time, doing odd jobs before selling herself as a mercenary for hire. Reima continued on in this manner for some time until returning to Daravin. Lost as she was it seemed as if she would continue on with no direction, that is, until she happened to attend a particular sermon being given by a particular Praetors who was familiar with her previous master and his family. Her time serving as her master's vassal l had not gone unnoticed, and due to her past deeds and the recorded training she had received Reima was welcomed into The Omen as one of its Tribunes.
