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Soulá’yn
Merciless Seafarer
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« on: January 02, 2008, 07:08:41 PM »

Name: Soulá’yn ‘Eitre’rik (soo-la-een, ay-ter-rik)
Preferred nickname: Soulá
Gender: Female
Age: 33; Born 15th Fallen Leaf, 1634 A.S.
Race: Human
Tribe: Kuglimz’ura – “Plain Tribes”
Occupation: Drifter
Title: Merciless Seafarer

Appearance
Height: 1 Ped, 2 Fores
Weight: 1 Pygge, 1 Heb, 1 Hafeb
Hair color: Fiery Aeruillin
Eye color: Nor’sidion
Physical Appearance: Shoulder-length, fiery hair sits on Soulá’yn’s head. Almost perched there and constantly tousled, it never lies completely flat. Her hair is soft; any who’ve had the luck to catch a handful would run their fingers through its silky smoothness. It hangs down over a large forehead, filling the gap between hairline and eye line nicely. Soulá’s ears stick precariously from her head, larger than any normal woman’s would be. Her right ear is pierced as well, and a silver hoop dangles loosely from its lobe.

Thin, arched eyebrows give her a look of constant skepticism, but curious almond eyes contrast nicely. The black depths into which one would look if pondering the mystery behind this woman have all the animal curiosity of a woodland fox.  Angular cheek bones end in a nicely rounded chin, above which full, pink lips perch. Light in color, Soulá’s lips are consistently soft and moist and often peel back to reveal a delicate, yet toothy grin. Many of her front teeth are flawed by chips and cracks, but the radiance of her genuine smile is undeniable. Above her mouth resides a rounded nose, running gently into her high cheeks, flushed with constant color and gifted with deep dimples.

Moving past her visage, a slender, curved body awaits the eye. All Soulá’s skin is evenly tanned, as if she lay nude to bask in Injera’s rays. Small breasts hang from her chest, not unattractive, but hardly unique. A muscled stomach and biceps reveals strength beyond most human women, but Soulá is not outrageously muscled. Small, rounded shoulders lead down fragile-looking arms to long, slender hands. The only marring occurs on the inside of her forearms—long scars reside there from her moments of grief throughout the years since she received her small knife. Prominent knuckles and calloused palms show a lifetime of use. Her fingers end in chipped nails. Curved hips and thighs lead down skinny legs, ending in larger than normal feet.

Usually hidden from view, long scars tarnish Soula’s neck and shoulders. She never stopped to count, as the memories of each would haunt her to the core, Soula guesses they number in the twenties, and leaves it at that.  Though, despite her peculiarities, she is a pretty woman. Her beauty is less remarkable than it is simply noticeable, as she can usually be plucked from a crowd from the mere sight of her flaming locks.
     
Clothing: At birth, and as a child, Soulá’yn wore very little clothing. A few rags found here and there served her well enough, providing covering in the most needful areas. Draped over her thin shoulders and reaching just past her slender hips, Soulá’s attire was most revealing, but as a young girl it did not matter as much. Usually, the cloth began white but soon faded into a yellow-brown from her time romping muddy lanes and on the forest floor. Fiery hair contrasted easily, but at least the clothes themselves served as a kind of camouflage within her dreary home.

After moving from the streets of Lanqua, Soulá took on a much different wardrobe. It was not until she was nineteen that she donned real clothing, but she remembers the uncomfortable first weeks of the endeavor clearly.  First was a ruffled tunic, billowy and airy against her skin. This she enjoyed most of any clothing as it did not restrict her, and the v-shaped collar showed her slender neck off well. Below her shirt she donned black breeches of a most uncomfortable nature. Soon enough though, she was able to lunge and stretch them into a snug fit about her legs.

After a few years of wear and tear, however, Soulá cut her breeches off above the knee, donning old, dirty discarded stockings and pulling them securely on, thigh high. Although an unusual style, Soulá was never very concerned with fashion.  Her stockings are tucked into shin-high boots, black and varnished. Already used when she pulled them on, they were neatly broken in and flexible. The material stretched and worn thin, her long feet fit nicely in a used pair.

Atop it all, a long navy coat buttons up securely around her frame. Again, its material worn in and greatly used already, it fit to her body snugly and contained a ‘V’ at the bottom to allow her more freedom and comfort. In her hair red and blue beads sit near the ends of selected tresses, clacking together when she moves. Attire completely in place by the age of twenty, Soulá’yn has grown greatly accustomed to it in her thirteen years since, however odd it was to begin with.

Personality:
Soulá’yn is truly a remarkable and complex woman. Many would deduce her personality borders on insanity. As a woman, Soulá is weak, shattered, broken and hardly fixable. Beaten down emotionally and physically by prominent males in her life, Soulá formed a hurt, vulnerable woman during her early age. Only a mere shadow of that woman exists today.

Growing up, Soulá learned to be playful. Her imagination carried her away, creating a fun-loving, light-hearted aura about her. Underneath her hard exterior, Soulá carries passion as fiery as the hair on her head and as deep as the depths of her nor’sidion orbs. As she matured into a woman, Soulá let smolder a fire behind her red lips and a flame behind her eyes that told of an undying hatred for men and the cruelty they presented to the world around her.

As a woman bound by hatred, Soulá became merciless. True only to herself, Soulá will perform harmful acts most wouldn’t dare attempt. She will pain herself and/or others for her own gain. Soulá is untrusting, but honest with herself. She is isolated within her own mind; will keep secrets and tales, as well as daily conversation and insignificant comments within the recesses of her mind for as long as she lives.

A truly lovable woman, Soulá refuses to love or be loved in return.  This results in a hardened lady, difficult to pull from her shell; difficult to get to know; difficult to warm up to or to trust. A sadist grew within Soulá, giving her crooked smile a cruel spark. Blood and pain satisfy Soulá’yn more than the human touch or a warm embrace. Unhesitating, Soulá will act as she pleases, do as she wants, and usually get her way through threatening. Soulá’yn is relentless in her ways, truly man-like in her actions, as if taught by her own father to be ruthless and cold-hearted.

Strengths and Weaknesses
Strengths
Knife: Soulá learned later in life, but from one of the best instructors, how to fight with a knife. Close combat is Soulá’s specialty and she excels in quick slashes or bites with the wooden-hilted knife. Her skill with her short blade is the only positive outcome of a relationship involving a male Soulá has ever had.

Pride: Rather than thinking herself less, Soulá built herself up through her constant let-downs from the men in her life. She did not lower her own position in society, but took on an air of pride and arrogance most women did not have as housewives or simple workers. Willing to push others around to achieve what she wants, Soulá’yn’s pride gains her access to much that she would not usually have.

Imaginative: Soulá is a quick learner, her mind is uniquely active. So many hours alone have trained her to invent entertainment and pleasure for herself. Able to create and imagine to her liking, Soulá’yn is a wild, fun woman. Almost overly-active in some senses, the small woman can sometimes take others off guard, but usually in a most pleasant way. Soulá is also playful: Or at least she used to be. From years playing in the Shaded Forest, alone, with Urak, or with her imagination, Soulá has developed a wild, mischievous streak. She’s up for humor; for fun and games, at least in the right context.

Sailor at Heart: Soulá’yn has keen eyesight, always useful to her upon the mast of any ship, but most recognized by the crew of the Tears’ Restraint. From her years upon the ship she has learned seafaring navigation as well as combat. Soulá is proud to call herself a sailor, to hold herself like one, and can chart the seas nearly as well as any born and bred sailor could.

Weaknesses
Hatred: Soulá hates men. Somehow, the men on the Tears’ Restraint have found a way onto her good side, otherwise any male should steer clear. The pain from her father, as well as Urak leaving her to marry another, has ripped her trust and passion for men apart.  Soulá will lash out verbally or physically at a man without provocation. Her imagination, her clear memories will sometimes best her and cause her to put others at risk and great harm. Her hatred is pure, Soulá feels no remorse for any action when it comes to men.

Seclusion: She’d much rather be alone. Soulá’s active imagination is quite enough company for her most of the time. Normally avoiding people in any port cities or harbours, Soulá’yn will wander streets and alleys alone, will eat alone and sleep alone until the end of her days if she has any say in it. She enjoyed the silent teamwork of the Restraint’s crew pleases her, content with getting work done without conversing at all. Errors in communication often occur on deck, resulting in anger or physical hurt because of Soulá’s reclusive attitude.

Broken hearted: Soulá’yn is a hurt woman. She’s had her heart broken twice too many times for her to handle. She’s small in stature, but also fragile in nature. She’s become cold-hearted over time, relentless, merciless and dishonest. She’ll do whatever it takes not to mend her heart, but keep it broken and pull others into her own misery.

Sadist: Soulá, over the years, has developed a resistance and even a liking for pain. If her foe is male, she even enjoys giving pain to others. Taken to paining herself in grief and worry, Soulá has scars much like those on her neck and shoulders adorning her forearms as well. She doesn’t really mind, her jagged, canine-like teeth and nor’sidion eyes give her an animal quality that her scars and affinity for pain only accentuate.

Pride: Pride, although a strong point, can often be too strong in Soulá’yn. A bloodthirsty, headstrong woman is a dangerous, unthinking woman at times. Although not looking for acceptance, her pride often scares people away. Definite arrogance, it can be absolutely repulsive in certain situations. Soulá does not consider others as she speaks, can sometimes speak over a person or interrupt, certain that what she has to say or do is usually more important. A proud woman, although at times attractive, can be detrimental to her personality.

History
Although unknown when she was born, Soulá’yn ‘Eitre’rik has made an educated guess since learning the calendar, dates and times of the world, and her history is based off these estimations.

15 Fallen Leaf, 1634 A.S.: A Babe is Born
Soulá’yn ‘Eitre’rik was born, and seemed to be entirely alone in the world. A name meaning roughly “Song” and “Flower Tongue”, the baby girl showed a promise to live up to her name. Her entire body covered in smooth, unmarked tan skin, she was a beautiful child. Much like the climate she was born into, shades of red, brown and orange cover her; Fallen Leaf could not have been a more perfect setting for her happy birth. Soulá’yn ‘Eitre’rik belonged to the people of the dank town of Lanqua, along the Luquador River and bordered on the north by the Shaded forest.

Lanqua, lowly populated and largely deserted, was a dirty little town with much left to the imagination. Trade barges pass it by, sailors stopping only if in dire need of drink. The muddy streets are rivers of packed earth and fallen leaves, trees sprout up, but seem to quickly fall and die, whether it be from lack of morale, or that Injera did not smile on the hopeless town. The people, dull and full of gloom, reflected the flora of the area. However shaded by the forest, and neighbored by the beautiful elves, the people never seemed happy. Men fought and provided foot as was custom; women raised children and prepared the meals.
Nothing remarkable seemed to happen in Lanqua.
No one shouted for joy as Soulá was born; only a single cry of pain followed by the solitary tear of a mother’s death greeted the baby girl.

1 Awakening Earth, 1645 A.S.: Nature Girl
At ten years of age, Soulá’yn ran tirelessly through the forest. This she has heard called the Shaded Forest, and shaded it was. Thick cover resided over her head for as long as she could guess, or at least since entering the foliage.  However, it was not shade cast by brown and black barks, but the eerie glowing shade of lighter colored trees that resided in the area. The forest floor was her playground, and its inhabitants her playmates. Rarely, she even considered them for meals, but mostly she snacked on nuts, petals, and berries found throughout.  Sunlight ran with her, piercing through the canopy to dance at her feet and shine from her fiery locks. Running light-of-foot toward her favorite berry grove, Soulá’yn stopped short, little heart beating a stral a minute. She could feel blood rushing even into her fingertips as she stood, stark still as an animal of prey, her ears pricking to the tiniest noise.

Her movement quick and jerky, Soulá heard nothing and took off again as if she hadn’t stopped at all. Reaching the grove, she crashed untidily to a stop, tripping and rolling into the patch of berries, juice and leaves splashing over her body as if she had fallen into a pool of water. Greedily, she didn’t skip a beat, but plunged in, tasting the sweet fruit on her pink tongue, squishing it with her sharp little teeth. Nails pierced the soft berries easily, and a bark-like giggle escaped her as she adorned one on each finger and ate them one by one. Soulá conceded to stay put, eating her fill and napping on the forest floor.

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Lost, the girl was, yet no one knew it. Ten years old and beaten to the bone, the child only found refuge in the large forest north of her home. In summertime the herds feasted around the village while she roamed the streets. Her friends the Cancu sheep even left her. However, Soulá found joy in the forest. Her imagination ran wilder than the scantily clad girl could keep up with. Playing in the forest, it could sometimes be days before rain, an uncommon chill, or perhaps a predator drove her out. When she wandered aimlessly back home, or the closest thing she could call thus, a tormenting scene would await her.

An only child and a mistake at that, a father who wanted no child (much less a daughter) resided in Soulá’s home. Coming home meant a foul sting that would not cease until she left again. Returning home meant a ringing in her large, unusual ears as yells stifled all other noise. Why he roared so, the ten year old girl could only guess. Perhaps because he missed her, or she worried him sick. Other ideas rose in her imagination, ideas involving the bottles strewn across the kitchen floor, or the blood seen on the small hut’s walls. Curled in a small corner, straw serving as her bed, Soulá would rock and hum the night away, content within the recesses of her mind.

Bloodied and bruised, Soulá awakened nearly every morning to wash away curdled blood. Purple bruises were poked and prodded for sensitivity as she once again felt control over her body. Numbness blessed the girl with endless mercy when long nights plagued her. Lanqua showed her no mercy, however, for its inhabitants spent day and night with the herd, those near enough had taken to ignoring an unusual cry for fear of Soulá’s father and his recurring violence.

7 Passing Clouds, 1948 A.S.: First Encounter
Thirteen years now, and Soulá’yn had learned to chase the birds. Weaving in and out of the forest, she could clumsily make her way from tree to tree, faltering and slamming to the ground only occasionally. Her nails filed down due to overuse in the tree bark, Soulá didn’t much mind it, grinning with a canine glee as she hopped eagerly from branch to branch, reaching for her fluttering friends. Slamming to the ground one particular afternoon, Soulá’yn did not make her way immediately back into the tree. Quite the contrary, she crouched low and her entire body tensed. Well-used muscles prepared to flee or fight as she looked on the boy before her. He looked at her in return, thinking: What is that girl doing? Is she insane?

She found him interesting, and Soulá’yn recklessly approached him, despite her mind’s warning screams that he was male—just like her father. She jeered at him in all his fancy clothing, a growl-like sound vomiting from deep within her throat. As she reached out a hand to touch him, the boy recoiled, jumping back quickly and holding up a long, sharp blade. Narrowing her eyes, Soulá’s fiery hair strewn wildly about her face and shoulders, she observed him closely. His hair was short, and pulled away from its face. Quickly mimicking the look, Soulá pulled her thick hair behind her shoulders and her eyes widened in awe. The boy took a step towards her again, and said, “What are you?” Letting out her barking giggle, Soulá thought gleefully: What a funny boy! For of course she was a girl, nearly like him, probably even the same tribe!

She stood a little straighter, and Soulá’yn ‘Eitre’rik’s breasts were clearly revealed since her hair had been removed. While in the forest she had taken to removing her rags entirely. The boy before her blushed furiously, and turned away in alarm. Puzzled, Soulá’s reckless thirteen year old self bounded around to face him once more. “I am female,” She said delightedly, giggling at his embarrassment, then gasped at the sound of her own voice. She had not spoken quietly; had not voiced anything but a whimper or a scream for much too long for her young mind to remember.

It was soft, barely audible at first, but she repeated what she said and it got louder. Again and again she shouted “I am female!” to the stranger and after a few more times she fell to the ground, rolling and laughing in delight. Her voice was beautiful! Not like the women within Lanqua, who had gruff, commanding voices. Hers, rarely used, was delicate as a blossoming flower. The boy was not much taller than herself, seeming to be around the same age, and she grinned a toothy grin at him as he continually affirmed what she was saying, blushing and turning away, pointing at her chest.

Soulá tugged on his coat, saying lightly, “May I?” Handing it reluctantly over, the boy seemed to ease up a little. Donning the coat, Soulá was pleased as it was long enough to cover her down to her thighs, and she immediately felt warmer as well.

“Clothes are hardly necessary in the forest, you know.” She said quietly, but with a pointed expression. Giggling, Soulá mischievously tugged next on his breeches, and the boy let out a cry and scolded her, “Surely you do not expect me to remove my pants?!”

2 Changing Winds, 1654 A.S. –  6 Burning Heavens, 1654 A.S. – Devastation and Reform
Soulá and Urak spent years playing in the forest together, and at the age of eighteen, the two sat in the berry patch again to eat their fill. Soulá chewed with newly broken front teeth, a remarkably narrow escape from one of her father’s hard, merciless blows. As usual, Urak was fully dressed, armed with sword and bow, out for yet another hunting excursion. His family seemed to think four per week was plenty, but Urak maintained it was not nearly enough. As a warrior and prospective husband, he needed to learn to put food on the table! Or so he insisted.

Urak learned to enjoy Soulá’s company, he found her funny, and her lack of any knowledge concerned him. Although he was but a simple herder, knowing the skills of hunting and not much else, Urak took it upon himself to care for and protect Soulá… at least when they planned to meet within the Shaded Forest. It pained him to see her fresh bruises at each meeting, and even moreso when scars began to appear on her neck. It was not right, her beautiful, tanned, smooth skin marred by some monster of a man. The young woman’s soft voice, however, refused to tell the tales, or to speak of her father at all. She would not even use the word “home” in their painful departures.

Soulá learned from Urak that her favorite food within the Shaded Forest was not a berry, but the Rik’Tyan, or “All-Flower”, with sweet nectar that burst to life in her mouth. Not only that, but Soulá learned everything from her friend Urak that she had not learned from her abusive father. She learned why she must keep herself covered, and the pain it caused her friend to see women unclothed—something her father’s hungry eyes never complained about, especially as she grew older and more developed. Soulá saw Urak as her savior, someone to protect her from afar, and she loved to pick on him and tease whenever possible. Her only ammunition was her own body, and her unashamed nakedness embarrassed the clumsy Kuglim to no end.

Urak seemed to have any answer to almost any question she could ask, but mostly Urak seemed to enjoy her as much as she enjoyed him. A muscled, sturdy boy, Soulá found it terribly fun to use her own body weight against him. Her agility and fox-like quickness coupled with her light weight allowed her to tease the poor male endlessly, and as he tramped home at the end of the day, exhausted, she would help him bring in the prey he needed to keep up his make-believe hunting. She would watch him march home safely from the cover of trees. At night, returned to Lanqua, Soulá wrapped herself in her cloth, returning to the enclosure of her mind, scarred and broken once more as she always sent the joyful part of herself with Urak.

On restless nights, Soulá would creep quietly to the edge of the trees and peer west towards Urak’s village; containing what she assumed to be nicer home, friendly faces, and happy families cuddled about burning hearths. Sometimes, she would sit high within the trees and gaze at the stars, illuminating the roofs of the buildings of Lanqua from afar. Afar: A word she used more than any, as it was as close as she could be to Urak and the happiness he brought her. However, Urak continued to bring to her exciting news of her similarities to him. He brought her cooked meals of vegetables and meat, soap to wash herself in the river, and a coat to keep her warm in wintertime. These were simple pleasures any other child seemed to have that the girl lacked. Soulá questioned time and again why she could not simply make the trek home with Urak as she learned more about he and his own family. He was Kuglim like her, he had a mother and father and one sister. He ate prepared meals every day and slept on a bed.

Soulá loved nothing about Lanqua. The only emotions she related to it were despair, hopelessness; unrest. Her father was simply a corpse. No, he was a demon sent to plague her very existence. She pleaded with Urak to allow her into his home, but Urak insisted that she did not understand the nature of humanity, and urged her to keep to Lanqua. As Soulá’yn learned of marriage, of kissing and romance, of all the ceremonies and formalities that came with courting and love, she longed with all the intensity of a pining heart to join Urak someday.

This gut-wrenching pleading finally drove the young man to cease their regular visits in the Shaded Forest once and for all. Soulá hardly understood Urak’s decision, so when Urak brought her an especially delicious meal, a beautiful flower and a mound of Rik’tyan for dessert, she beamed brightly at him with jagged teeth, pushed the flower deep into her red tresses, and laughed her tingly laugh between the noises of softly spoken conversation.

Soulá was falling in love, and on the 6th of Burning Heavens, she realized it.
It was on the 6th of Burning Heavens that Urak left Soulá’yn ‘Eitre’rik alone forever.

1 Turning Star, 1655 A.S.: On Your Feet
Soulá’yn, try as she might, could not rend the pain from her own heart. Rather, for a couple months she reverted to her most animalistic of selves. However, as her nineteenth summer came, she came up with a new resolve. Instead of remaining deep within the forest, away from any more hurt humans could cause, she would move far from Lanqua, and force her mind to reject any lasting memory of it. Soula would venture to the one part of his life Urak did not want to share with her, and claim it for herself.

Set on this path, black eyes ablaze, Soulá’yn wrapped her garment tightly about her and set off North along the Luquador River. Tireless as she was, Soulá rarely stopped, save to drink some water or pick a few All-Flower petals. When she reached a city, Soulá’yn was taken aback by the view. Two huge trees, trees she somehow failed to see in all her time within the Shaded Forest (for it had seemed much larger when she was small—thusly she had not traveled very deep into it at all), stood on either bank of the river, and the city itself was magnificent. However, it was huge, and it daunted her to no end. Was she to truly thrust herself into another world... one so populated? One bustling with men like her father, lurking around every corner and threatening her very existence?

As she entered the city the young woman’s almond eyes widened in awe. It was beautiful, as was its people. The fair inhabitants seemed to encompass all the majesty of their forest home. Spotting a remarkably beautiful woman holding a child, Soulá gazed longingly at her, etching the memory deep within her mind. Adding it to the compendium of places she would visit in her most broken moments, Soulá’s eyes filled with tears as she tore them away. In that moment a fiery rage blazed up in her broken heart. Blood rushed fast to her bosom, a flush creeping over her tanned face. Never had the hurt young girl questioned Urak and his refusal to take her home, but now a wrecked woman stood so very alone, unable to comprehend his reasoning.

Soulá had only blamed her father for her miserable lifetime. The scars on her neck and shoulders would only be disgusting memories to haunt her later on in life. Jagged teeth, dirty skin, and a skinny malnourished body showed just how caring her father really was. In that moment she realized her fault. She pleaded with Urak, begged him to allow her into his life and rescue her from the one she was unwillingly living. Soulá had placed her entire fate into the young man’s hands, and her dependency was on him. If she was to truly take her life into her own hands, to press out into the world and leave her horrible memories behind her, Soulá would have to try once more. If she loved Urak, and he loved her in return, he would welcome her with open arms.

Soulá, her decision made, had left the beautiful city within the trees merely hours after her arrival to make her way west. A trek that had awaited her since that fateful day when ungainly girl met unsuspecting boy. Her voyage, however, was marked with anger and pain. She did not journey into her lover’s arms, but rather to seek revenge against the wreckage he had made of her hardly-beating heart. Just how that revenge would be wrought, she had no idea. Hours later, entering a small village, Soulá knew this was his, for she spotted Urak immediately. Instead of approaching him she observed him carefully. Hardly ashamed of her dirt-stained skin, matted aeruillin hair, and unruly clothing, Soulá watched Urak closely.

Burly as ever, the boy hadn’t changed. Man, rather. Upon second thought, something had changed. Color found its way into his cheeks. His hands, working now to chop firewood, had a gentler touch… a touch he never had with Soulá. Studying him from afar throughout the day, Soulá’yn tried to place the change within him. He was older, certainly, but nigh a year would not change one so drastically. It was when he arrived home for the evening Soulá understood.  A beautiful, dark-haired woman greeted her Urak with a light kiss. As their lips met, Soulá’s world crashed to their feet. Moving across the room together, their feet trampled her dreams. Remembering the rage which drove her here, it festered and deepened every passing moment she watched Urak and his lover together.

Finally broken, Soulá’yn abandoned all thought. Perhaps the cause was finally realizing the damage her own father had done, the memory of Urak’s last day in the Shaded Forest with her, or the sight of he and his wife holding hands that sent her to that place in her mind; the place she was always safe. The next thing she knew, her hand was outstretched and Urak stood at its end. Gasping, her fingers curled and her arm jolted back. The expression on Urak’s face was one of disbelief, and his wife looked utterly confused. A fire blazed in Soulá’yn’s eyes, the one person she ever loved taken from her so easily, and still out of reach. Breathing with relief when she came to the realization that all she had done was knock upon the thick wooden door, Soulá’s expression softened and fell as she turned away from Urak for the first and last time. Hurt by yet another male in her life, Soulá vowed as she stalked like a woodland animal from his small village never to love, or give herself a chance to lose, again. Never would she place her trust and happiness in another male; maybe another human.

That was all; that was the end and a new beginning.

10 Changing Winds, 1661 A.S.: Aye, Hard Times
When she saw boats in the river; Soulá thought perhaps she’d take one further south instead of north, farther from her home and hopefully into a smaller town. However, as Soulá’yn found her way onto a trader’s boat and stowed away below decks, she wondered if she’d really have the courage to face the world. As much as Urak taught her, more than anything he taught her she was different. Too different to ever be accepted for the woman she was; even beauty, kindness, or her playful nature wouldn’t save her. The longer she thought on and brooded about this, the longer she stayed within the cabin, unwilling to move other than to sneak a drink of water or a small snack.

The rocking of the boat, the frequent stops to trade, and the constant stomping and bellowing of the sailors allowed Soulá’yn to learn a bit more about the world outside Lanqua. For one, slurred speech was common on boats, but in the cabins, more formal speech and attire was used. Meetings were sometimes held, as well. A lot of times, Soulá’yn did not go unnoticed. Of course, as she grew (although her full height still wasn’t very large) she found it harder and harder to stay put, and harder to hide as she had taken to doing since she first stowed away upon the ship on the Luquador River. Swiping breeches and a tunic from sleeping quarters,
Soulá learned to hide her abnormal ears within her red hair, and her many scars and marks as well. Not many sailors paid close attention to her, seeing as she was dirty and assumed a deck hand for the most part.

When drunk, men took more kindly to the poor woman. At twenty five she learned to defend herself. One night, a consistent drizzle damped Soulá’s heart. She thought on Urak and the rains dripping through the canopy at home, splashing in nature’s puddles and slipping on the mud-carpeted floor. Brooding, sitting on the deck, mop in hand (placed their by another sailor who hadn’t given her a second glance, as she had acquired a large-brimmed hat to cover her hair and shade her face), three burly drifters approached.

Wobbling on stout legs, their slurred speech and burning eyes suggested they found her much more attractive than the last time they set eyes on her. Wearing men’s clothes, Soulá’yn’s frame was never shown, most of the time she was assumed to be a man. This night, however, as the rain fell hard, men’s weathered hands fell harder, tearing away coat and hat in a moment’s time, and eyeing Soulá’yn’s womanly figure as no one except her father ever had—not even Urak when he’d seen her so scantily clad.

Instinctively submitting, Soulá’s body relaxed and she almost immediately reverted into a comatose state. Body numbed to the pain they beat at her, grabbing and laughing heartily. What fun it was for them, and what unknown pains inflicted upon her brought up wretched memories like disgusting bile. Despairing now, the woman was unable to focus her thoughts elsewhere. Soulá was out of practice.

A rage grew within her, not at these men, not even at her father, but at Urak. For teaching her so much and leaving her to rot in her hellhole of a home. Desperately, Soulá reached for one of the men’s swords. She knew they were kept at a scabbard by their sides, and she grasped it firmly, pulling it out on the unsuspecting drunk. To her dismay the men let out a hearty roar, knocking the blade aside as it was much heavier than she had expected. Black eyes widening in fear now, Soulá remembered how it felt to be prey, knowing to truly act as a harmless animal, she must flee. Her eyes widened, nearly popping from her head as she jumped hastily from the side of the boat, making a small splash and sinking into the sea.

15 Fallen Leaf, 1666 A.S.: This is It
Thirty-two now, Soulá’yn had found a home for herself. The deck and crew of the mighty Tears’ Restraint kept her company. Pulled from the Aelyvian Sea by Nev, a deck hand, water pumped from her tired lungs after only an hour or so in the water on that fateful day in Changing Winds. Immediately, deckhands recognized a useless, battered woman, but as they fought and debated, their curiosity won them over the outrageous notion and they took her in, working as a scout atop the mast. Truly, Soulá enjoyed her perch, as it reminded her of treetops, and it aided the crew, as her animal-like eyes could see keenly and a far greater distance than those of the weathered crew.

The crew, initially wary and afraid, soon grew to love the little woman, especially Fletchley, the captain. Fox-like and quick in her movements at first, she learned to relax and roll as the Sea beneath her. Quickly adopting the saunter of a sailor, Soulá’s gait and most of her actions was as rough and burly as any of the males aboard. Of anything else, the crew loved to hear her speak. Not because her voice was anything remarkable, it was soft and its tenor fairly normal, but because she spoke so properly they continually burst into fits and giggles when she spoke the first few weeks.

“Alright, now, what is so funny?!” She would demand hotly, stomping a newly booted foot on the deck.

“Whassat, miss? Dunno whatcha b’ meanin’..” Nev and Than, the two youngest of the crew, would consistenly nag her.

Despite their teasing, the crew of the Restraint protected Soulá’yn at all costs. Not one of the older men once went after her lithe, enticing frame, and even the younger deck hands taught her with as much respect as the older sailors. Soulá acquired an air of importance, hardened by the sea and her past. Without purpose, Soulá was content with wandering the seas for a lifetime. If she never set foot on land, to lay eyes upon happy families again she would be eternally satisfied. Soulá never cared to converse with another man outside of the Restraint’s crew, either. Her hatred for men, fathers; lovers was complete the day she strode away from Urak. Even Soulá’s expression hardened, and she became a woman not easily bargained with as she learned to fight aboard the ship.

A small knife, with a carved wooden hilt, was gifted to her by the oldest member of the crew, and old man with kindly wrinkles next to his eyes and a raspy voice who had taken an immediate liking to the small woman. Nearly after supplying her with all the knowledge of knife-fighting he possessed, the man passed away and the crew tearfully tossed him into the sea where he belonged. Soulá touched his tanned, weathered skin before he made his final descent, tear-filled eyes spilled over and fell onto his old face. Gripping the knife in her hand, Soulá cursed the gods for taking the only man she’d learned to love again. To spite them, she cut long scars in her arms in memorial. Bleeding, broken again, Soulá stared in defiance at the sky from atop her mast.

Keeping the knife tucked into her belt, Soulá did not hesitate to use it. She even pulled it on members of her crew—for it was quickly becoming her crew—when irritated or angry. Spiteful towards man and gods alike, Soulá spend her time brooding, but still did her job well. On clear nights she even slept atop the mast, curing tightly into a ball as she always did in the small town of Lanqua so many years ago. Secluding herself, the recesses of her mind always processing and inventing, imagining and reeling in time, an intricate design was created there. Never would she allow herself to love another, and never again would she put herself in the position to be loved. Content in that fact, Soulá’s heart and eyes became cold stones, the crew fearfully loved her from a distance, and Soulá became merciless in her words and actions.

Weapons
Only a small knife, acquired during her travels on the Tears’ Restraint. The hilt is wooden, carved by an elderly crew member, and the sharp blade spans about one Palmspan, five Nailsbreadths in length.

Belongings
Soulá owns only what she carries on her person, that much being -
-A long coat
-Varnished boots
-Ruffled tunic
-Small knife
-Thigh high Stockings
-Cut off breeches
-A thick leather belt
-A small purse, for coins and other small trinkets, although usually it lies empty on her belt

The Tears' Restraint
Although the Tears' Restraint is not her own, it is a huge part of this woman's life. The ship is old, but sturdy and very sea-worthy. The ship is fairly large for a crew of its size, but each member works hard to keep it afloat and moving quickly. The Restraint has two masts, the main mast being the aft. Square sails run the length of these masts. There are smaller sails out front--triangular in shape--and towards the back of the ship--a polygon shaped sail. It runs a length of approximately 29 Peds. At times all the rigging with the sails is hard to manage, which is a drawback when the crew sets out on more theivish adventures. Once set sail, however, it is easy to manuver and glides swiftly through the water. (A similar looking ship can be found here)

Over time, Soulá’yn came to learn of the functions of the ship. It wasn't only a merchant ship, although it certainly carried goods from one place to another for a hefty price. The men aboard the boat were true explorers at heart. They would sail anywhere on the captain's whim. In the same way, they would carry passengers instead of cargo if needed, or criminals just the same as royalty. If coin was involved, the crew would successfully complete the job. Thieving and pirating were not unheard of for the men of the Restraint; they could be entirely underhanded when they wanted to.

Regardless of the job or petty exploration, Soulá soon worked her charm despite her hatred for men and became a beloved and controlling piece of the crew. Their captain was easily wrapped around her finger in time. Although she herself will never be captain (very improper for a woman), she obviously has a say in the way the ship is run and where it's headed. 

-The crew of the Tears' Restraint merchant ship.
All are capable of fixing sails, masts, or making barrels.

Fletchley - Captain of the Restraint
A big, good-natured man, Fletchley makes the ultimate decisions, the big ones, not the every day minor details. He also deals out punishment, and usually enjoys it. He loves his crew; has become unswervingly loyal and obedient to Soula'yn, and thinks their ship functions well overall. He's loathe to take on another member, although at times even readying the ship for sail seems difficult. He likes the crew the way it is.

Griswold - First mate on the Restraint
A gruff man who oversees the crew and their every day endeavors. When docked, it's usually he that deals with merchants or other landlubbers. He's good friends with Fletchley, but is uncertain about his unswerving loyalty towards Soulá’yn. Griswold is Fletchley's hardened side, keeping his eye focused on reality.

MacMillan - Deceased - Quartermaster on the Restraint
Yet another commander figure, mostly in that position from his long-time crew status. He was older than even the captain and enjoyed bellowing orders. He as well found a soft spot for Soulá’yn and before he died gifted her a small knife and taught her its use.

Ripley -  Boatswain on the Restraint
A foreman of the deck crew, Ripley overlooks docking and making ready to sail. He makes sure each crew member does their part aboard the ship. He will be next in line for first mate.

Marlow - Oversees Weaponry on the Restraint
Marlow overlooks any weaponry the crew might have. Each crew member has at least a weapon of his own in conjunction with numerous spears and bows to be used by all. A powerful middle aged man, he has his share of weapons, carrying a large sword on one hip and an axe on the other. Marlow would protect any of his crew, and especially Soulá, with his life.. but first he would try his weapons.

Soula'yn - Lookout on the Restraint
Soulá loves her home atop the main mast. The nest at the top has sufficed for even a bed in her years on the ship. Her keen eyesight and shrill cry of "Land!" is imperative to the crew. Most feel more at ease knowing she is watching over them.  She loves all the men on the ship, and will embark on any endeavor they so choose. She, however, hasn't forgotten her own pride and commanding presence and will just as soon decree her own agenda upon the crew.

Hazlett - Cook on the Restraint
A tiny man who can't seem to gain weight, Hazlett is an excellent cook without much to work with. Jumpy, but friendly and happy to serve he cooks morning and afternoon meals for the crew when at sea. Otherwise, he's cleaning the galley into spotless order. Because he is extremely talkative, most members of the crew won't venture into the galley without a lot of time to spare.

Than - Deck hand on the Restraint
A young man, Than always ready and willing. Usually, he will be seen beside his best friend and crewmate Nev. Than is skeptical of Soulá, but took pity on her and cared for her when he pulled her from the sea. He loves Fletchley for taking him in and giving him a home aboard the ship and works hard to earn his keep on the Restraint.

Nev - Deck hand on the Restraint
The same youthful age as Than, Nev works equally hard and long aboard the ship. He has a more mischievous side, however, and is the troublemaker of the crew. Soulá’yn has grown fond of him because of this, and whenever a prank or an errand comes to mind she'll usually call on Nev.

Shadow - Deck hand on the Restraint
Shadow is a slimy, mysterious individual. The rest of the crew has never known his real name, nor have they cared to ask. Most, aside from Fletchley, stay away from him altogether. He's an older man, and works hard and silent--there's no need for anything else.

Bonham - Deck hand on the Restraint
A big, burly man, Bonham has taken to looking after Than and Nev. He orders them around and punishes their misgivings. Overall he isn't the brightest, but he's the biggest and most helpful of the crew.
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« Reply #1 on: January 03, 2008, 07:52:49 AM »

Hello Soul and welcome to Santharia! My comments shall be in the ever-ugly color: Orange

Personality:
Soulá’yn is truly a remarkable and complex woman. Many would deduct<--deduce? Deduct is proper in this context although probably a bit hard for most to understand. her personality borders on insanity. As a woman, Soulá is weak, shattered, broken and hardly fixable. Beaten down emotionally and physically by prominent males in her life, Soulá formed a hurt, vulnerable woman during her early age. Only a mere shadow of that woman exists today.

Strengths
Knife: Soulá learned later in life, but from one of the best instructors, how to fight with a knife. She could apply this to larger blades as well, but she chooses not to carry her own as she carries very little.<--Knife fighting is far different than fighting with a sword. Weight, balance and reach being the foremost factors. Knowing how to fight with a knife does not lend a person skill in larger blades, if she knows how to use others they should be listed as their own strengths. Close combat is Soulá’s specialty and she excels in quick slashes or bites with the wooden-hilted knife. Her skill with her short blade is the only positive outcome of a relationship involving a male Soulá has ever had.

Pride: Rather than thinking herself less, Soulá built herself up through her constant let-downs from the men in her life. She did not lower her own position in society, but took on an air of pride and arrogance most women did not have as housewives or simple workers. Willing to push others around to achieve what she wants, Soulá’yn’s pride gains her access to much that she would not usually have.

Imaginative: Soulá is a quick learner, her mind is uniquely active. So many hours alone have trained her to invent entertainment and pleasure for herself. Able to create and imagine to her liking, Soulá’yn is a wild, fun woman. Almost overly-active in some senses, the small woman can sometimes take others off guard, but usually in a most pleasant way. Soulá is also playful: Or at least she used to be. From years playing in the Shaded Forest, alone, with Urak, or with her imagination, Soulá has developed a wild, mischievous streak. She’s up for humor; for fun and games, at least in the right context.

Sailor at Heart: Soulá’yn has keen eyesight, always useful to her upon the mast of any ship, but most recognized by the crew of the Tears’ Restraint. From her years upon the ship she has learned seafaring navigation as well as combat. Soulá is proud to call herself a sailor, to hold herself like one, and can chart the seas nearly as well as any born and bred sailor could.

Weaknesses
Hatred: Soulá hates men. Somehow, the men on the Tears’ Restraint have found a way onto her good side, otherwise any male should steer clear. The pain from her father, as well as Urak leaving her to marry another, has ripped her trust and passion for men apart.  Soulá will lash out verbally or physically at a man without provocation. Her imagination, her clear memories will sometimes best her and cause her to put others at risk and great harm. Her hatred is pure, Soulá feels no remorse for any action when it comes to men.

Seclusion: She’d much rather be alone. Soulá’s active imagination is quite enough company for her most of the time. Normally avoiding people in any port cities or harbours, Soulá’yn will wander streets and alleys alone, will eat alone and sleep alone until the end of her days if she has any say in it. She enjoyed the silent teamwork of the Restraint’s crew pleases her, content with getting work done without conversing at all. Errors in communication often occur on deck, resulting in anger or physical hurt because of Soulá’s reclusive attitude.

Broken hearted: Soulá’yn is a hurt woman. She’s had her heart broken twice too many times for her to handle. She’s small in stature, but also fragile in nature. She’s become cold-hearted over time, relentless, merciless and dishonest. She’ll do whatever it takes not to mend her heart, but keep it broken and pull others into her own misery.

Sadist: Soulá, over the years, has developed a resistance and even a liking for pain. If her foe is male, she even enjoys giving pain to others. Taken to paining herself in grief and worry, Soulá has scars much like those on her neck and shoulders adorning her forearms as well. She doesn’t really mind, her jagged, canine-like teeth and nor’sidion eyes give her an animal quality that her scars and affinity for pain only accentuate.
 
I would say, outside of my suggestions above that everything seems to be perfect above this point. Once these comments have been addressed and balance is determined in your S&W sections I'll move onto the rest.

I hope my comments aid you in being titled soon. If you have any questions please feel free to ask them here as there are many willing to help you. I changed the icon to the pencil while you make edits, please return it to the exclamation mark when you are finished and ready for more comments.
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« Reply #2 on: January 03, 2008, 08:03:24 AM »

Thanks for your input, Twen! I've edited, as well as changed the icon again.
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« Reply #3 on: January 03, 2008, 05:26:24 PM »

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Pride: Rather than thinking herself less, Soulá built herself up through her constant let-downs from the men in her life. She did not lower her own position in society, but took on an air of pride and arrogance most women did not have as housewives or simple workers. Willing to push others around to achieve what she wants, Soulá’yn’s pride gains her access to much that she would not usually have.

While i agree to this as a strength, her pride seems to be so powerful that you should consider putting it as a weakness as well, for there are some circumstances where too much pride is incredibly detrimental to one's standing.

If you add that to your weaknesses, I totally think the character is balanced and cool. Otherwise, the character seems a wee bit on the strong side.

I see nothing else that should hamper this CD from being approved :d
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« Reply #4 on: January 03, 2008, 06:14:56 PM »

Alrighty, added to weaknesses as well.

Thanks for your help, Pikel!
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« Reply #5 on: January 03, 2008, 06:38:45 PM »

~First Approval~  Superbly written Soul, such writing can only inspire envy from the rest of us. ~Bows gracefully and departs.~
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« Reply #6 on: January 03, 2008, 07:52:41 PM »

You said 'dawning clothes' a few times. That should be 'donning clothes'. Otherwise, You'll get my second approval as soon as I change back to Simonne Miller and you've taken care of that ;)
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« Reply #7 on: January 04, 2008, 05:09:14 AM »

I wondered how to really spell that..  Shocked

Thank you and changed!
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« Reply #8 on: January 04, 2008, 01:11:47 PM »

And you have my second approval, though I would suggest double checking some of your Santharian spellings ^.~

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« Reply #9 on: January 04, 2008, 01:14:56 PM »

 Shocked Thank you!

Hm. -goes to check spellings- ^^
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« Reply #10 on: March 18, 2008, 11:52:40 AM »

Moving up!
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« Reply #11 on: March 18, 2008, 12:06:30 PM »

Thank you! And now I have a question: Would I encounter any problems in simply adding the ship's specifics and crew members names, jobs, etc?
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« Reply #12 on: March 18, 2008, 12:13:26 PM »

No
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« Reply #13 on: March 18, 2008, 02:41:23 PM »

Alright, finished. Added the crew and specifics about the ship at the bottom.
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« Reply #14 on: March 18, 2008, 09:16:01 PM »

Looks excellent.  However, as Santharia does not possess cannons:
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Although the Restraint doesn't possess cannons, Marlow overlooks any weaponry the crew might have.
it makes this sentence a bit redundant.  Instead of what weapons the ship does not have, maybe mention what it does have.  Ballistas perhaps?   It would be like saying: "The navigator, not having access to a GPS system or sonar, relies on his knowledge of the stars"
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