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Author Topic: Anci’helvíl’yón, Black Butterfly Rover, Healer  (Read 9497 times)
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« on: August 01, 2007, 06:33:59 AM »

Name: Anci’helvíl’yón

Birth Name: Sarah Farmer.  ((Please note that Anci’helvíl’yón does not remember her birth name.)))

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Occupation: Healer

Race: Human

Tribe: Black-Butterfly Rover

Birth Tribe: Helcrani

Title: Shadow Maiden

Overview: Anci’helvíl’yón is a mysterious figure, found lost and alone on the side of the road at the age of 12 half bleeding to death by the Black Butterfly’s with no memory of her name, and very little memory of her past at all.  More than willing to take the lost memory-less child into their tribe, the Black Butterfly’s soon gave the girl the name Anci’helvíl’yón.   However, she often goes by one of the two diminutives of her rather lengthy name: Anci, Helvíl, or simply by her title.  Anci’helvíl’yón has made her home among the Black Butterfly’s but she is often found wandering aimlessly away from her tribe as if looking for something she once lost.

Potrait:



This portriat shows Anci'helvil'yon without her viel, a rare occurence.  It was done by an apprentice artist who was doing a study of water colors and human faces.  Anci'helvil'yon agreed to allow the artist, who was a close friend, to do the potrait on the condition that after it recieved its grade, no other person would see it and she would be given the frame results.

Anci'helvil'yon gave the portrait to her adopted mother Cyrathén and hasn't inquired after it since.  For all she knows, the portrait is where it should be rolled up in a trunk where it can never be seen.

Appearance:

Height: 1 ped, 2 fores, and 2 palmspans

Weight: 1 pygge, and 6 hebs

Hair color: Dark brown verging on black with reddish highlights

Eye Color: Chocolate Brown with the slightest hint of a warm green

Physical description: Anci’helvíl’yón’s face is rarely seen if at all.  Anci’helvíl’yón wears a dark veil over the bottom half of her face, covering just below her eyes to the hollow of her chest. She often takes to covering the rest of her face with the cover of her cloak, or a veil made of intricately crafted lace.

   When her face is revealed, people see that Anci’helvíl’yón is no beauty, rather she is plain, simple looking with her pleasantly rounded diamond shaped face.  Her skin is olive toned with the hint of the bronzed tone of a wanderer long ago stained dark by the sun under which she roamed.  Her childish face often belies her years, and makes her appear far younger then she actually is, especially when Anci’helvíl’yón laughs or smiles, a rare chance on her often saddened face.  Anci’helvíl’yón’s pale rosy lips are set firmly in their position, and they seldom smile, but when they do, her smiling lips betray her twin dimples on either side of her face and her childishly chubby cheeks.  Her chocolate brown eyes are warm and are filled with gentle kindness, patient understanding, and a sort of misplaced sadness even at her happiness.

   Her face would have been pretty except for a large vivid scar that a dagger clearly carved across her gentle face.  The scars, when you look at her, trace along right cheek from her right  temple all along her chin but avoiding both her mouth and nose to proceed along the right  side of her face down her neck all the way to her right  shoulder.  The scars, thanks to the healer that trained Anci’helvíl’yón, didn’t twist her poor face so much that her physical actions such as speaking, smiling, or moving would be affected but they turn what would be a pretty face to a ugly one.

   The first scar proceeds along her jaw line from her temple to just below her chin and her neck.  The second scar traces from the same point on her temple in a curvy line across her cheek while avoiding the major areas of her mouth and nose, to descend in the same curvy line down her neck and to her left shoulder blade.  The third formed a crooked line and danced along the same line as the second carving and descends from her neck all the way to the outermost part of her left shoulder.

  In addition to now pale scars on her face, Anci’helvíl’yón’s entire back from her left shoulder to her mid-back is  horribly scarred by burns apparently from a fire of some sort.  This happened before the scars on her cheek, and the healers believe it may have happened sometime during Anci’helvíl’yón’s childhood since the scars have paled and smoothed so that they are barely visible.

   Anci’helvíl’yón’s dark brown hair is stained red by the summer sun, but then turns almost black in the winter months.  Her hair is slightly wavy, but not overly curly, and it’s length never exceeds the top of Anci’helvíl’yón’s shoulder blades.  Anci’helvíl’yón wears her hair free, save when situation demands that it be pulled out of the way with a strand of string.  Anci’helvíl’yón often lets her hair fall over her face to cast her face in shadows.

    Anci’helvíl’yón’s body gentle curves, but not overly so, with the possible exception of her pleasantly curved chest which catches men’s attention far more then her face.

   Anci’helvíl’yón’s short but pleasantly curved torso, gives way to a pair of curved hips, and then to unusually long legs.  Indeed, most of Anci’helvíl’yóns height comes from her legs, as their height equals 1 ped and almost half a fore.  Her legs, when they are exposed to the viewer, have the tight shapely tone of a runner’s legs, and her long, narrow feet seemed to have been made for dancing.  In fact, many of the female Black Butterfly members often tell Anci’helvíl’yón so.

Like her tribe members, Anci’helvíl’yón has been tattooed with the pariah, and the tattoo can be found on her right  arm  on her upper arm above her elbow.

Clothing: In the more seasonable months, Anci’helvíl’yón is often seen wearing a vivid dark blue cloak stitched with a silver colored thread along the edges of the cloaks in the pattern of a  playful flowering morning glory vine.  The cloak is clasped shut by a simple silver cloak clasp shaped to look like the crescent moon covered in a thin wispy layer of clouds.   Anci’helvíl’yón always wears this clasp as she was found with it.  She also wears a loose cream colored blouse with a neckline rising to meet the edge of her viel.  Her blooses have full flaring sleeves and simple buttons holding the blouse closed along her chest and at her wrist.  Anci’helvíl’yón also usually wears a slightly wrinkled skirt of various colors, although usually dark in nature, but will sometimes by found wearing a pair of light weight baggy breeches under the skirt.  When necessary, Anci’helvíl’yón will hike her skirt into her belts in order to enjoy the comfort of a pair of breeches.  Along her waist, Anci’helvíl’yón’s skirts are held up by a simple leather belt with several bags and pouches that declare her healers trade.  For color, Anci’helvíl’yón will wear several sashes to serve as her belt instead.  Anci’helvíl’yón goes bare-foot in summer.

   In the cooler months, Anci’helvíl’yón exchanges her light weaved dark blue cloak for a heavier forest green cloak trimmed with a greenish blue and stitched with a yellow thread along the edges in the pattern of the moon and the stars.  Anci’helvíl’yón wears the same blouse, but covers her shoulders with several colorful shoulder wraps.  Instead of a single wrinkled skirt, Anci’helvíl’yón instead wears several skirts, each varying in darkness and in color, and during the dances will hike her skirts carefully to display each layer.  As always, Anci’helvíl’yón will sometime wear breeches under her skirts, although in the winter the breeches are of a thicker weave then those she wears in the summer.  In the winter, Anci’helvíl’yón reluctantly dons a pair of clunky boots that seem to belie the ladylike shapeliness of her toned legs. These boots have served her well for the last five years and she gained them as a payment for helping in a difficult labor of a working man’s wife who could not to pay her.  Yet the woman's husband had recently acquired new boots. Anci’helvíl’yón simply took his old ones at the mans insistence. Anci’helvíl’yón removes the boots at the first sign of spring with great joy and relief.

      Anci’helvíl’yón wears no jewelry except for a pendant and her cloak clasp.  The pendant displays the shadow of a black butterfly surrounded by a circle cast into bronze on a leather string around her neck.  She also possesses her silver cloak clasp in the shape of crescent moon overcastted by wisps of clouds that she switches from cloak to cloak.

   In all seasons, Anci’helvíl’yón wears a dark colored veil around the lower of her face tied there by string attached to either end of the short veil and then tied around the back of her head.  Anci’helvíl’yón also always wears the pendant she was given, and switches her precious silver clasp from cloak to cloak.

Personality: Anci’helvíl’yón is quite a contrast of character.  Part of the Black Butterfly’s, Anci’helvíl’yón is naturally shy.  Anci’helvíl’yón is a naturally withdrawn woman, and she seldom truly becomes close to anyone even with the closest of friends.

   However, Anci’helvíl’yón is fiercely loyal to those she calls her friends and her adopted family among the Rovers.  Anci’helvíl’yón has a deeply sarcastic sense of humor, a biting tongue, and a fierce temper when its flared.  She wears her emotions on her sleeve, and will often forgive as quickly as angered.  Those whom she loves, Anci’helvíl’yón loves fiercely, deeply, loyally, and jealously protects from all harm.  Those whom Anci’helvíl’yón hates, she hates the same way she loves, and she will seldom forgive anyone who has done a deep wrong towards her or her friends.

   Anci’helvíl’yón declines from the stage, despite having clearly displayed a skill as an actress.  Despite this, Anci’helvíl’yón is more than willing to tell stories.  She loves telling tales, especially to children, and is often seen sitting with her eyes closed in front of a crowd while her voice and her expressive hands paint a picture of a story.

    Deeply imaginative, Anci’helvíl’yón has taken to writing tales for the more performing inclined of her tribe to tell.  Anci’helvíl’yón is also inclined to be retrospective, and withdrawn.

   She is often seen standing still her arms wrapped around herself deep in thought or wandering around aimlessly through wood, town, or field with a lost look in her eyes.  Overall, Anci’helvíl’yón gives the impression of someone who is lost.

   Anci’helvíl’yón is also extremely intelligent, a fast learner, and deeply caring even to strangers.  Anci’helvíl’yón cannot bare to see other human beings hurt, save perhaps the wealthy or those who deserve it.  She will often heal others even when she knows  those whom she heals have no way of paying her.

  Anci’helvíl’yón especially cares for small children, and is often seen with a gaggle of them as she sends them into fits of laughter with her tales or a newly acquired joke.  Anci’helvíl’yón like all members of her tribe is more than willing to pitch in to help everything run faster and smoother.

  Anci’helvíl’yón has never known a man, neither has she ever wished to marry, and this is not likely to change.  She doesn’t hate men, she just doesn’t particularly care for them either.

   She believes in very little except her family and her friends.  Sometimes however, she wonders who created it all, and often is heard inquiring after the True One, or The Creator, but none of the goddesses or gods she has been told of seem to fit her beliefs.  So she simply does not believe in these gods or goddess as anything other then powerful beings similar to powerful kings and queens who must be obeyed, respected, and acknowledged but not worshipped.  She is willing to listen to any and all religious discussions, and perhaps someday she will find the being she seeks.

    Despite being trained in the art defense, Anci’helvíl’yón is very unlikely to defend herself by physical means.  Anci’helvíl’yón hates seeing anyone hurt, and therefore tries to refrain from hurting for herself.  This does not mean that she will not defend herself, simply that she tries to avoid situations where she would be pressed into a fight.  Anci’helvíl’yón is more likely to quitely apologize and disappear rather to return an insult with a blow or with words.  Even when pressed to a fight, Anci’helvíl’yón rarely will use the daggers she carries but rather will use what means she can to quickly disable her attackers.   In fact, Anci’helvíl’yón is more likely to heal her attackers after they hurt then to attack them herself.

   However, this timidness disappears when it is her friends being attacked or insulted.  When seeing in friend attacked wheither by word or by physical means, Anci’helvíl’yón will quickly leap to their aid with a volley of words or by any means in which she can deter attackers without hurting them herself.

     
Strength and Weakness:

Strengths:

Imaginative: Anci’helvíl’yón is extremely imaginative. She is able to create most of her stories on the spot at the demand of patrons.  However her stories become more detailed, and better told with time.

Agile: Anci’helvíl’yón is more then a capable dancer, but unlike the others of her tribe, her dances show none of their wild fierceness.  Rather Anci’helvíl’yón dances gracefully and carefully as if each step holds some secret meaning.

Herbal knowledge: Although by no means an expert, Anci’helvíl’yón is above average healer.  She knows much of the herbs found in the areas that Rovers wander in, as well as some poisons as well.

Weapons: Anci’helvíl’yón is half-way decent with the pair of throwing daggers at her belt.  She will hit a target 7 out of 10 times thrown. However, Anci’helvíl’yón will never her daggers any people for any means other then medical ones.  The daggers in fact are more for show than anything else.

Loyal: Anci’helvíl’yón is fiercely loyal to her friends, and will overcome her shyness to leap to their aid.

Weaknesses:

Shyness: Anci’helvíl’yón is shy, but not extremely or unhealthy so.  Her shyness often prevents her from performing, story-telling, and dancing no matter how good she may be at each.

Withdrawn: Anci’helvíl’yón is naturally withdrawn, quiet, and hesitates before making friends.  Anci’helvíl’yón is often very slow in becoming friendly with anyone, and is never overly friendly with any one person.   Although by no means hostile or unfriendly, Anci’helvíl’yón will not immediatly warm to a person she meets at first hand.  Anci’helvíl’yón is poliete sometimes coldly so, and she has no problems talking to others even strangers. Yet her conversations with those people she does not know are often strained at the first.  Regardless wheither a life-long friend or a newly met friendly stranger, Anci’helvíl’yón avoids speaking of herself or anything of personal nature.

Aimless: Anci’helvíl’yón is often seen wandering lost around her camp.  She also has a touch and go memory with her current tasks, as well as her past memories.  This makes Anci’helvíl’yón unreliable if friendly.  Anci’helvíl’yón will often go for long periods of quite aimless like this speaking to no-one until she returns from wherever her mind has wandered.

Unwilling to Hurt anyone: While this would not be a weakness in normal situations, this unwillingness to hurt others quickly becomes a disadvantage within a fight.  Because of her unwillingness to hurt one, Anci’helvíl’yón is also unwilling to defend herself that she goes to great lengths to avoid fights or exchange of words.  When forced to fight, Anci’helvíl’yón tries every means she can to avoid the people is fighting and brings the fight to a quick by any means she can think of even if this means a temporary surrender for a later hasty escape.

A healer's heart: Anci’helvíl’yón is a very caring person and she hates to see others hurt, and while this by no means a disadvantage it is a weakness on her part.  Most people would find it easy to take advantage of Anci’helvíl’yón by simply claiming there was a hurt person who needed her care, and while this hasn't happen yet, the potential is still there.
 

Weapons: Anci’helvíl’yón carries a pair of twin daggers, which like the others tribe mates wear, are completely unique to Anci’helvíl’yón.

    The daggers are exactly alike and often find their home in Anci’helvíl’yón’s belt.  Each of the daggers are around 2 palmspans, and 4 nailsbreaths long from pommel to tip.

   The hilts are forged out of steel like the blade itself.  The hilts are plain, but gently curve to fit Anci’helvíl’yón’s hands perfectly.  The metal hilts have been wrapped in leather to provide a greater grip.  The pummel’s themselves are round and the symbol of a black butterfly has been inset within each of them.

   The blades themselves are thin and narrow, flexible but sturdy, and are made of common iron.  The blades are double edged, and about 1 palmsbreadth, and 4 nailsbreadths in length.

Belongings:

Clothing: See clothing section.  Includes all articles of clothing, including her cloaks, her cloak clasps, her shawls, and her veils.

Leather Belt and Pouches: Anci’helvíl’yón wears a leather belt around her waist, with several buttoned, laced pouches that contain everything Anci’helvíl’yón needs for her healing supplies.  In a large leather bag kept shut with a large brass button, she carries needles, thread, wadding cloth to clot blood, spare strips of fabric, scissors, and several other tools of her trade.   In a slightly smaller pouch shut with a piece of leather died green, Anci’helvíl’yón keeps her more common herbs that are not dangerous, and that she uses most often in her art.  The smallest pouch tied shut with a simple leather string, is a small collection of special rocks that are believed to have healing virtues.  Another small pouch kept shut by a wooden toggle contains the wood shavings whose smoke is believed have healing or calming virtues.  Anci’helvíl’yón also carries a small bag of more dangerous herbs that kill as often as they heal, this bag is kept closed by a piece of string dyed red.  Anci’helvíl’yón also keep a money pouch, a small food pouch, and a leather contain with a brass cap attached to her belt.

Healers Bag: Anci’helvíl’yón often stores this bag on one of the wagons, and does not carry it unless she has too.  The bag contains everything she would need to help from anything from a dangerous birth or a missing limb.

Money: Carries a money pouch attached to her belt, undisclosed amount.

Food: Carries a small emergency stash of berries, jerky, and biscuits for her patients.

Water: Carries a leather water contain with a brass cap attached to her belt.

Weapons: Anci’helvíl’yón's daggers are usually kept at her belt, or in each of her boots, although she seldom uses them. [more details in weapon section]

Jewelry: [detailed in clothing section]

Familiars: None.

History:  Much of Anci’helvíl’yón’s History is not known to herself.  In fact Anci’helvíl’yón remembers very little of her past before the age of 12 when she was found by the Rovers, lost, bleeding, and confused looking on the side of a road crying her eyes out.

Although Anci’helvíl’yón does not know this part of her past, let all know that this is what happened before Anci’helvíl’yón lost her memory.

Anci’helvíl’yón was born to human parents of the Helcrani tribe under the province of the United Kingdom of Santharia, in a small village about 2 furlay away from the city, Milkengrad.  She was given the birth name of Sarah Farmer.

Sarah, as she was called then,
lived a happy childhood till the age of eight.  Both her parents were kind, loving, and tender towards their child, and in those days she was known for her brightness, her laughter, and her endless curiosity about the world around her.  She was their only child, and despite being a daughter, their pride and joy.  Sarah’s mother was a grower of herbs and a minor healer, and her father a farmer.  Both her parents instilled in their daughter the love of herbal lore at a early age, and to love her fellow man despite apparent differences.  It was her parents who taught Sarah her kindness, her tenderness, and yes her gracefulness.  Despite no formal training, Sarah’s mother was light on her feet and graceful, as was often seen swaying in a dance to her own tune.  Her mother’s title would become to be known as the Dancing Healer.  Her father was hardworking, loyal, and instilled in his child a fierce loyalty within her heart.  While loyal, and hardworking, her father was also no push-over and he also taught his child to defend herself with her mind as well as her fleet feet.  Her father would train the girl to be a runner, hoping that if any danger would ever come their way, his fleet daughter would be able outrun anything that threatened her.

Like all Helcrani children, Sarah was taught the high value of excersie, the importance of living a virutous life, and the art of defensense.  Her parents also instilled within her the love of Avá, The Beautiful, The Dreamer.  Sarah loved the Dreamer Avá deeply and wished always to please her.

Around the time when Sarah turned eight, tragedy struck the happy family of three.  A horde of raiding thieves attacked the lone farm one year when the Farmer had brought in more then enough money to build them a larger home and increase his farm the next year.  The thieves attacked their comfortable cottage home at night, hoping to find from the farmer himself where he kept his money.  Awoken by the ruckus, the farmer refused to tell the thieves anything and attempted to hold them off with a with a sword but the farmer knew he would soon be overtaken.  Yet despite this, perhaps because he was a Helcrani, the farmer was holding them off. In the meantime,Sarah’s mother had awoken her, and tried to shove her child at the window of her bedroom (as the entire house was on the first floor) so that the child could flee.  Sarah’s mother was successful in getting the child out of the window, but she was unable to flee herself as the thieves had split in to groups of two had attacked from the back hoping to catch the farmer off guard since he seemed to be wining the battle in the front. Sarah was bewildered, fearful, and could not see so perhaps she did not run as quickly nor as fleetly as she could have.  In any case, Sarah was soon captured by the thieves also.

Everyone on the farm, including the two young teenage boys who were their farm hands, were shortly rounded up and brought into the barn where Sarah’s father was being held captive, unaware his family had also been captured.  Sarah’s father was all too grieved and shocked when the remaining thieves dragged in both his wife and his daughter.

Still, the farmer refused to tell them anything, hoping that perhaps the noise and the torches the thieves carried had awoken their neighbors over 2 leagues away.

In order to pry open the man’s lips, the thieves first threaten then proceeded to dump scalding water down his daughter’s back, causing the scars that are formed there today.

Reluctantly, the farmer told the violent men what they wanted to know.  Afterwards, the thieves killed him and the two hands, but took the wife and child alive after burning the barn down behind them to slow any pursuit that might occur.

The woman, eager to protect her daughter, made an agreement with the leader of the group that he could use her any way he like as long he and his men sparred her daughters womanhood which had not even bloomed yet.  Entirely unaware of this deal, Sarah ceased to be a smiling laughing girl, and instead became the silent shadow attached to her mothers side.  During these years, scarcely a sound escaped from Sarah's lips, and her smile was no longer seen by any except for her mother.  Somehow, Sarah secretly knew her mother was protecting her in some way, but it is good for her young head that the girl never knew how.

During these years, Sarah made herself as quietly useful as she could, hoping to spare herself hard blows with hard labor, and although her labors never did prevent those blows, her labor lessened their frequency.

Many years later, when the girl had just turned 12 and was beginning to show signs of womanhood, her mother died after many years of hard use.  The men having lost their play toy, began to look at the young girl who was beginning to bloom.  Secretly, the men gambled over the girl, and she was won by a man who loved killing with his daggers far more than any gold he could acquire.  The next day, the man claimed her, and when he tried to capture her to have his way with her, the man was shocked when the little silent minx showed a tongue and cursed him and his men.  She then proceeded to bite the hand that tried to hold her captive, and attempted to flee.

She was captured only an hour later as not even her fleet legs could outrun a horse.  The man furious with her thought to teach her a lesson to soften her.  He then proceeded to carve her face with the three large scars that now trace her left cheek.  Luckily, he did not wish to kill her, simply mar her for himself, so the carvings he made where shallow enough so they were not dangerous to her, but deep enough to leave scars.  Afterwards, he put Sarah to work in the kitchen tent to fix his meals saying he would be back for the rest of her later.

Fortunately, a band of soldiers had heard of these dangerous band of looters and murders, since they attacked far more then just Sarah’s father, and had learned the location of their camp.  Before dinner time, the soldiers took the thieves camp by surprise by riding into the camp and killing all who they found.  Hearing the noise, Sarah slightly faint with the loss of blood ran outside the kitchen tent to see what was the matter.  Surprised and shocked to see the soldiers on horseback, Sarah ran away in fear.  Minutes later she was almost ran down by a horse whose rider neglected to rein his mount in time.  To late did the rider try to rein in the horse to avoid hitting the young girl, and the horse reared kicking Sarah in the head.  The force of the blow threw her unconscious into the underbrush where by some miracle, she stayed forgotten by thief and soldiers.

Lucky for Sarah, the blow did not do any permanent damage other then knocking her unconscious and causing her to loose all memory before that point.    Anci’helvíl’yón, as Sarah is now called, does not even have a memory of her birth name.

((Please remember when dealing with this character, that although this is Anci’helvíl’yón’s history, she does not recall any of the events foretold.

With this lose of memory, Sarah lost many things: her name, her tribe, and her belief in Avá.  The only thing Sarah did not lose with this sudden lost of memory was her knowledge of the High tonuge of Helcrani which after her accident she was able to speak along with common tongue.   This knowledge of the tongue has lessened over time, and it is unlikely that Anci’helvíl’yón could speak that tongue any more then she could remember her birth name.

Anci’helvíl’yón also maintains her desire to be kind and athletic since despite having lost her memory of her parents, she still retains their morals.

Anci’helvíl’yón does remember everything from here on out, nevertheless...so read on friend))

This is what Anci’helvíl’yón remembers:

Hours later Anci’helvíl’yón awoke to the sight of a strange forest which she apparently never seen before.  Bewildered and confused, Anci’helvíl’yón touched her face to find to her shock that she was bleeding.

With no knowledge of who she was or where she was, Anci’helvíl’yón got up and looked around.

All traces of the bandit camp had been erased by the soldiers except for the dead men whose stink invaded Anci’helvíl’yón’s nostrils and caused her to gag violently.

Scared and afraid, Anci’helvíl’yón fled from the sight of the dead men and struck out to who knew where in the forest.

She was found the next day sitting on the highway, bleeding, hungry, and crying by the Black Butterfly Rover’s.  One of their healers Cyrathén, took the child in and did what she could to heal the cuts on the girl’s face.   The elders of the camp decided that they would be more then willing to take in this lost girl.   Since she could not remember her own name she was given the name Anci’helvíl’yón by Cyrathén.

At first the tribe had some trouble understanding the child since, Anci’helvíl’yón was speaking the Helcrani high tongue, but after much patience, the healrers coxed common tongue at of the girl so that they comminucate with the girl.  The first few months of her stay with the Black Butterfly Rovers' was spent teaching the girl common tongue, along with several other prominent tongues among the group.

Afterward Cyrathén would take in Anci’helvíl’yón as her own, and finish the work the girls forgotten mother had began by teaching her the healers arts.  Anci’helvíl’yón soon found a home among the Black Butterfly’s and like all the other children she was taught all the arts she cared to learn.  Her curiosity reawakened, Anci’helvíl’yón struggled to learn all she could.   While she never maintained all her lessons, she continued to learn in those areas in which she excelled such as storytelling and the herbal arts. From the Rovers, Anci’helvíl’yón learned all she knows of herbal arts, dancing, storytelling, the use of weapons, fighting, and even a dash of music although Anci’helvíl’yón has no talent for either singing or playing an instrument.  Also during this beginning time of her still fragile youth, Anci’helvíl’yón began to wear a veil over her scarred face, and became reluctant to show anything of her figure.

Since that time, Anci’helvíl’yón has lived happily with the Rovers, and the troop which found her has become her `adopted family’.  Anci’helvíl’yón is fiercely loyal to the Rovers, but despite this she can’t help but feel as if lost something valuable.

Meager memories from flashbacks sometimes touch Anci’helvíl’yón’s mind, and she sometimes thinks she remembers a very pretty woman who was as graceful as she and the blurry face of a man who used to make her laugh.  But truly all Anci’helvíl’yón knows is that she was once happy, and sometimes that is enough for her, and other times it is not.

Anci’helvíl’yón wanders because in part she was adopted by the Black Butterfly Rovers who wander themselves, but also in part with the hope that someday she might find some clue to her forgotten past.

But that is her history, such as it is.
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« Reply #1 on: August 01, 2007, 12:53:37 PM »

wow im impressed very descriptive  my person on this game is human, warlock i wear a cloak to but i forgot to add that he wears the hood and it make down to his nose shadows once i get 1 moderater to check it i can add that dont ya think? well comment back

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« Reply #2 on: August 02, 2007, 01:31:29 AM »

*curties* Thank you.

Don't be too impressed however Cyrus, Dinranwen's been a character of mine for a very long time under one guise or another.  Her personality is always the same, and for the most part, so is her history.  All that changes is her orgins, appearances, her purpose and sometimes her skills as she learns and grows.  In fact, I've used her so often that she has become an extension of my self, as a good character should.

Some details had to be added of course so that Dinranwen fits into this world, and I had to do a great deal of research on the tribes before I found the perfect one.

Overall, I'm satisfied with this work, and despite having a few questions, I'm going to declare this finished phase one in hopes of getting some comments so I can improve this CD.

If you happen to be reading this and feel like taking the time to answer my questions, they are:

Is there anything that I should add, change, or needs improvement?  If so, please tell me so.

Also, do you think Dinranwen's name fits into this world?  The name I have taken for myself as a pen name, and for the character whom I love, was taken from Tolkien's Elvish as found in the Appendix of the Simllarion.

I am deeply thankfull for that master of the art for providing me with this pen name, and in extent character name, but I realize that I may be betraying some unwritten rule by using Tolkien's Elivsh.

The name, as any Tolkien's Elivshish speaking, or Simlarrion reading person knows, is made up of three elvish words, roughly strung togther to form the name.

Din: Meaning Silence, Silent

Ran: Taken from Ranil...meaning Wandering

Wen: A typical ending donting the female gender.

I have found the equilvant of this name using the Elvish Dictionaries on the site and I was wondering if I should change the name from Dinranwen to Ancián’ helvíl’ yón instead?  Please let me know.

In addition, I'm trying my limited hand at sketching a picture of Dinranwen although I do not have the computer programs neccesary in order to refine/digitally enhance the picture, so it will be very rough indeed.  In the meantime, to hold me over till my own work is done, I will try to scour the internet and this site in hopes of finding something I can either use permentally (if my work turns out horribly, since I am after all only an amaetur at best) or temporarily till the sketch is finished (which could take up to two weeks or as little as 2 hours).  If you have any hints where I might find either A: Help/Advice in creating my own picture or B: A site where I may perhaps find a picture without violating any copyright laws, I would appreciate it.

Thank you!

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« Reply #3 on: August 02, 2007, 03:22:04 AM »

Hi, Din.  Nice CD, though you definately need to run it through spellcheck.  Not very far in, I gave up on citing most of the spelling errors.  I have made a few comments throughout in red, most of which are grammatical errors.  Good luck with this CD.  She will make quite the interesting character in the future. grin

Name: Dinranwen, commonly known as Din, also known as Ranil.  This is not her real name, but rather one that was given to her a very long time ago.

Ancián’ helvíl’ yón, literally silent wandering maid.  I think a purely Santharian name would be best, as names from RL or fiction are discoouraged, but better minds than mine will let you know.

Gender: Female

Age: 20

Occupation: Healer

Race: Human

Tribe: Black-Butterfly Rover

Title: Shadow Maiden

Overview: Dinranwen is a mysterious figure, found lost and alone on the highway Is there a better word for this....maybe not at the age of 12 half bleeding to death by the Black Butterfly’s with no memory of her name, and very little memory of her past at all.  More than willing to take the lost memory-less child into their tribe, the Black Butterfly’s soon gave the girl the name Dinranwen.   However, she often goes by one of the two diminutives of her rather lengthy name: Ranil or Din.  Dinranwen has made her home among the Black Butterfly’s but she is often found wandering aimlessly away from her tribe as if looking for something she once lost.

Appearance:

Height: 1 ped, 2 fores, 2 palmspans and 3 nailsbreadth we usually don't go as far as nailsbreadths

Weight: 1 pygge, 6 heb, and 6 ods same with ods

Hair color: Dark brown verging on black with reddish highlights

Eye Color: Chocolate Brown with the slightest hint of a warm green

Physical describition: Dinranwen’s face is rarely seen if at all.  Dinranwen wears a dark viel over the bottom half of her face, covering from the tip of her nose, to the hollow of her chest. She oftens takes to covering the rest of her face with the cover of her cloak, or a viel made of intirictally crafted lace.

   When her face is revealed, people see that Dinranwen is no beauty, rather she is plain, simple looking with her pleasantly rounded diamond shaped face.  Her skin is olive toned with the hint of the bronzed tone of a wanderer long ago stained dark by the sun under which she she roamed.  Her childish face often belies her years, and makes her appear far younger then she actually is, especially when Dinranwen laughs or smiles, a rare chance on her often saddened face.  Dinranwen’s pale rosey lips are set firmly in their position, and they seldom smile, but when they do, her smiling lips betray her twin dimples on either side of her face and her childishly chubby cheeks.  Her chocolate brown eyes are warm and are filled with gentle kindess, patient understanding, and a sort of misplaced sadness even in her happiness.

   Nothing could scar maybe not the right word as you are going to use a scar, perhaps ruin or tarnish this picture except for a large vivid scar that a dagger clearly carved across her gentle face.  The scars, when you look at her, trace along right hand cheek from her right hand temple all along her chin but avoiding both her mouth and nose to proceed along the right hand side of her face down her neck all the way to her right hand shoulder.  The scars, thanks to the healer that trained Dinranwen, didn’t twist her poor face so much that her physical actions such as speaking, smiling, or moving would be affected but they turn what would be a pretty face to a ugly one.

   In addition to now pale scars on her face, Dinranwen’s entire back from her left-handed (viewers right-hand) shoulder to her mid-back is  horribly scarred by burns apparently from a fire of some sort.  This happened before the scars on her cheek, and the healers believe it may have happened sometime during Dinranwen’s childhood since the scars have paled and smoothed so that they are barely visible.

   Dinranwen’s dark brown hair is stained red by the summer sun, but then turns almost black in the winter months.  Din’s hair is slightly wavy, but not overly curly, and it’s length never exceeds the top of Din’s shoulder blades.  Dinranwen wears her hair free, save when situation demands that it be pulled out of the way with a strand of string.  Dinranwen often lets her hair fall over her face to cast her face in shadows.

Dinranwen’s body gentle curves, but not overly so, with the possible exception of her pleasantly curved chest which catches men’s attention far more then her face. Dinranwen’s short but pleasantly curved torso, gives way to a pair of curved hips, and then to unusually long legs.  Indeed, most of Din’s height comes from her legs, as their height equals 1 ped and almost half a fore.  Her legs, when they are exposed to the viewer, have the tight shapely tone of a runner’s legs, and her long, narrow feet seemed to have been made for dancing.  In fact, many of the female Black Butterfly members often tell Din so.

Like her tribe members, Dinranwen has been tattoed with the pariah, and the tattoo can be found on her right hand arm (viewers left) on her upper arm above her elbow.

Clothing: In the more seasonable months, Dinranwen is often seen wearing a vivid dark blue cloak stiched with a silver colored thread along the edges of the cloaks in the pattern of a  playful flowering morning glory vine. clasped by a simple silver cloak claps shaped to look like the cresent moon covered in a thin waspy layer of clouds.  This sentance needs to be rewritten, as it is a bit hard to understand what you mean   Dinranwen always wears this clasp as she was found with it.  She also wears a loose cream colored blouse although its neck line is considerably higher then those of the female members of her tribe with flaring sleeves and simple bottons holding the blouse closed along her chest and at her wrist.  Dinranwen also usually wears a slightly wrinkled skirt of various colors, although usually dark in nature, but will sometimes by found wearing a pair of light weight baggy breeches under the skirt.  When neccesary, Dinranwen will hike her skirt into her belts in order to enjoy the comfort of a pair of breeches.  Along her waist, Dinranwen’s skirts are held up by a simple leather belt with several bags and pouches that declare her healers trade.  For color, Dinranwen will wear several sashes to serve as her belt instead.  Dinranwen goes bare-foot in the winter.  ?? not summer, does she not get cold?

In the cooler months, Dinranwen exchanges her light weaved dark blue cloak for a heavier forest green cloak trimmed with a greenish blue and stiched with a yellow thread along the edges in the pattern of the moon and the stars.  Dinranwen wears the same blouse, but covers her shoulders with several colorfully shoulder wraps.  Instead of a single wrinkled skirt, Dinranwen instead wears several skirts, each varying in darkness and in color, and during the dances will hike her skirts carefully to display each layer.  As always, Dinranwen will sometime wear breeches under her skirts, although in the winter the breeches are of a thicker weave then those she wears in the summer.  In the winter, Dinranwen reluncantly dons a pair of clunky boots that seem to bely the ladylike shapelyness of her toned legs. These boots have served her well for the last five years and she gained them as a payment for helping in a difficult labor of a working man who refused not to pay her, but had recently acquired new boots. Din simply to his old ones at the mans insists.  I assume you meant the labor of the man's wife?  You should alsu rephrase the sentence, as it is hard to understand.  He gave her his old boots as payment, right, because he couldn't or wouldn't pay? Dinranwen removes the boots at the first sign of spring with great joy and relief.

Dinranwen wears no jewelery except for a pendant displaying the shadow of a black butterfly surrounded by a circle cast into bronze on a leather string around her neck.  what about the clasp you mentioned earlier.  Is it not jewelry?

In all seasons, Dinranwen wears a dark colored viel around the lower of her face tied there by string attached to either end of the short viel and then tied around the back of her head.  Dinranwen also always wears the pendant she was given, and switches her precious silver clasp from cloak to cloak.

Personality: Dinranwen is quite a contrast of character.  Part of the Black Butterfly’s, Dinranwen is naturally shy.  Dinranwen is a naturally withdrawn woman, and she seldom truly becomes close to anyone even with the closest of friends.

   However, Dinranwen is fiercly loyal to those she calls her friends and her adopted family amoung the Rovers.  Dinranwen has a deeply sacrastic sense of humor, a bitting tongue, and a fierce temper when its flared.  She wears her emotions on her sleeves, and will often forgive as quick when angered.  Those whom she loves, Din loves fiercely, deeply, loyally, and jealously protects from all harm.  Those whom Din hates, she hates the same way she loves, and she will seldom forgive anyone who has done a deep wrong towards her or her friends.

   Dinranwen declines from the stage, despite having clearly displayed a skill as an actress.  Despite this, Dinranwen is more than willing to tell stories.  Din loves telling tales, especially to children, and is often seen sitting with her eyes closed in front of a crowd while her voice and her expressive hands paint a picture of a story.

Deeply imaginative, Dinranwen has taken to writing tales for the more performing inclined of her tribe to tell.  Dinranwen is also inclined to be retrospective, and withdrawn.

   She is often seen standing still her arms wrapped around herself deep in thought or wandering around aimlessly through wood, town, or field with a lost look in her eyes.  Overall, Dinranwen gives the impression of someone who is lost.

   Dinranwen is also extermly intelligent, a fast learner, and deeply caring even to strangers.  Dinranwen cannot bare to see other human beings hurt, save perhaps the wealthy or those who deserve it.  She will often heal others even when she knows there is no way those whom she heals have no way of paying her.

   Dinranwen especially cares for small children, and is often seen with a gaggle of them as she sends them into fits of laughter with her tales or a newly acquired joke.  Dinranwen like all members of her tribe is more than willing to pitch in to help everything run faster and smoother.

   Dinranwen has never known a man, neither has she ever wished to marry, and this is not likely to change.  She doesn’t hate men, she just doesn’t particularly care for them either.

   She believes in very little except her family and her friends.  Sometimes however, she wonders who created it all, and often is heard inquiring after the True One, or The Creator, but none of the goddesses or gods she has been told of seem to fit her beliefs.  So she simply does not believe in these gods or goddess as anything other then powerful beings similar to powerful kings and queens who must be obeyed, respected, and acknowledged but not worshipped.  She is willing to listen to any and all religious discussions, and perhaps someday she will find the being she seeks.

Strength and Weakness:

Strengths:

Imagitive: Dinranwen is extermly imagitive. She is able to create most of her stories on the spot at the demand of patrons.  However her stories become more detailed, and better told with time.

Agile: Dinranwen is more then a capable dancer, but unlike the others of her tribe, her dances show none of their wild fierceness.  Rather Dinranwen dances gracefully and carefully as if each step holds some secret meaning.

Herbal knowledge: Although by no means an expert, Dinranwen is above average healer.  She knows much of the herbs found her area, as welll as some poisions as well.

Weapondary: Dinranwen is half-way decent with the pair of throwing daggers at her belt.  She will hit a target 7 out of 10 times thrown.

Loyal: Dinranwen is fiercly loyal to her friends, and will overcome her shyness to leap to their aid.

Weaknesses:

Shyness: Dinranwen is shy, but not extermely or unhealthy so.  Her shyness often prevents her from performing, story-telling, and dancing no matter how good she may be at each.

Withdrawn: Dinranwen is naturally withdrawn, quiet, and hesitates before making friends.  Dinranwen is often very slow in becoming friendly with anyone, and is never overly friendly with any one person.

Aimless: Dinranwen is often seen wandering lost around her camp.  She also has a touch and go memory with her curent tasks, as well as her past memories.  This makes Dinranwen unreliable if friendly.  Dinranwen will often go for long periods of quite aimless like this speaking to no-one until she returns from wherever her mind has wandered.

Weapons: Dinranwen carries a pair of twin daggers, which like the others tribe mates wear, are completly unique to Dinranwen.

The daggers are exactly alike and often find their home in Dinranwen’s belt.  Each of the daggers are around 2 palmspans, 4 nailsbreaths long from pommel to tip.

The hilts are forged out of steel like the blade itself.  The hilts are plain and undecreative, but gently curve to fit Dinranwen’s hands perfectly.  The metal hilts have been wrapped in leather to provide a greater grip.  The pummel’s themselves are round and the symbol of a black butterfly has been inset within each of them.

The blades themselves are thin and narrow, flexible but sturdy, and are made of common iron.  The blades are double edged, and about 1 palmsbreadth, and 4 nailsbreadths in lenght.

History:  Much of Dinranwen’s History is not known to herself.  In fact Dinranwen remembers very little of her past before the age of 12 when she was found lost, bleeding, and confused looking on the side of a highway crying her eyes out.

Although Dinranwen does not know this part of her past, let all know that this is what happened before Dinranwen lost her memory.

Dinranwen was born to human parents in the province of Sanguia under the province of the United Kingdom of Santharia, in a small village about 2 furlay away from the capital,  NEW-SANTHALA don't capitalize all of it.

Dinranwen lived a happy childhood till the age of eight.  Both her parents were kind, loving, and tender towards their child, and in those days she was known for her brightness, her laughter, and her endless curiosity about the world around her.  She was their only child, and despite being a daughter, their pride and joy.  Dinranwen’s mother was a grower of herbs and a minor healer, and her father a farmer.  Both her parents instilled in their daughter the love of herbal lore at a early age, and to love her fellow man despite apparent differences.  It was her parents who taught Dinranwen her kindness, her tenderness, and yes her gracefulness.  Despite no formal training, Dinranwen’s mother was light on her feet and graceful, as was often seen swaying in a dance to her own tune.  Her mother’s title would become to be known a the dancing healer.  Her father was hardworking, loyal, and instilled in his child a fierce loyalty within her heart.  While loyal, and hardworking, her father was also no push-over and he also taught his child to defend herself with her mind as well as her fleet feet.  Her father would train the girl to be a runner, hoping that if any danger would ever come their way, his fleet daughter would be able outrun anything that threatened her.

At the age of eight, tragedy struck the happy family of three.  A horde of raiding thieves attacked the lone farm one year when the Farmer had brought in more then enough money to build them a larger home and increase his farm the next year.  The thieves attacked their comfortable cottage home at night, hoping to find from the farmer himself where he kept his money.  Awoken by the ruckus, the farmer refused to tell the thieves anything and attempted to hold them off with a woodsmen bow, but the farmer soon ran out of arrows.  In the meantime, Dinranwen’s mother had awoken her, and tried to shove her child at the window of her bedroom (as the entire house was on the first floor) so that the child could flee.  Dinranwen’s mother was successful in getting the child out of the window, but she was unable to flee herself as another group of thieves had attacked from the back hoping to catch the farmer off guard.  The girl, now known as Dinranwen, why now known as? was bewildered, fearful, and could not see so perhaps she did not run as quickly nor as fleetly as she could have.  In any case, she was soon captured by the thieves also.

Everyone on the farm, including the two young teenage boys who were their farm hands, were shortly rounded up and brought into the barn where Dinranwen’s father was being held captive, unaware his family had also been captured.  Dinranwen’s father was all too grieved and shocked when the remaining thieves dragged in both his wife and his daughter.

Still, the farmer refused to tell them anything, hoping that perhaps the noise and the torches the thieves carried had awoken their neighbors over 2 leagues away.

In order to pry open the man’s lips, the thieves first threaten then proceeded to dump scalding water down his daughter’s back, causing the scars that are formed there today.

Reluncantly, the farmer told the violent men what they wanted to know.  Afterwards, the farmers  thieves? killed him and the two hands, but took the wife and child alive after burning the barn down behind them to slow any prusuit that might occur.

The woman, eager to protect her daughter, made an agreement with the leader of the group that he could use her any way he like as long he and his men sparred her daughters womanhood which had not even bloomed yet.  Unaware of this deal for many years, Dinranwen ceased to be a smiling laughing girl, and instead became the silent shadow attached to her mothers side.  During these years, scarcely a sound escaped from her lips, and her smile was no longer seen by any except for her mother.  Somehow, Dinranwen secrectly knew her mother was protecting her in some way, but it is good for her young head that the girl never knew how.  You hint above that she does learn it
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Unaware of this deal for many years
During these years, Dinranwen made herself as quietly useful as she could, hoping to spare herself hard blows with hard labor, and although her labors never did prevent those blows, her labor lessened their frequency.

Many years later, when the girl had just turned 12 and was beginning to show signs of womanhood, her mother died after many years of hard use.  The men brieved of their play toy, began to look at the young girl who was begginging to bloom.  Secretly, the men gambled over the girl, and she was won by a man who loved killing with his daggers far more than any gold he could acquire.  The next day, the man claimed her, and when he tried to capture her to have his way with her, the man was shocked when the little silent minx showed a toungue and cursed him and his men.  She then proceeded to bite the hand that tried to hold her captive, and attempted to flee.

She was captured only an hour later as not even her fleet legs could outrun a horse.  The man furious with her thought to teach her a lesson to soften her.  He then proceeded to carve her face with the three large scars that now trace her lefthand (viewers righthand) cheek.  Luckily, he did not wish to kill her, simply mar her for himself, so the carvings he made where shallow enough so they were not dangerous to her, but deep enough to leave scars.  The first scar proceeds along her jawline from her temple to just below her chin and her neck.  The second scar traces from the same point on her temple in a curvy line across her cheek while avoiding the major areas of her mouth and nose, to descend in the same curvy line down her neck and to her left shoulder blade (viewers righthand).  The third formed a crooked line and danced along the same line as the second carving and descends from her neck all the way to the outermost part of her lefthand shoulder (viewers right).  These lines should be in the description part.  In the history it is enough to say that he did scar her.  Afterwards, he put her to work in the kitchen tent to fix his meals saying he would be back for the rest of her later.

Fortuntatly, a band of soliders of Sangoria had heard of these dangerous band of looters and murders, since they attacked far more then just Dinranwen’s father, and had learned the location of their camp.  Before dinner time, the soliders took the theives camp by surprise by riding into the camp and killing all who they found.  Hearing the noise, Dinranwen slightly faint with the loss of blood ran outside the kitchen tent to see what was the matter.  Surprised and shocked to see the soliders on her horseback, Dinranwen ran away in fear.  Minutes later she was almost ran down by a horse whose rider neglected to rein his mount in time.  To late did the rider try to rein in the horse to avoid hitting the young girl, and the horse reared kicking Dinranwen in the head.  The force of the blow threw her unconcious into the underbrush where by some miracle, she stayed forgotten by thief and soldiersr.

Lucky for Dinranwen, the blow did not do any permenant damage other then knocking her unconscious and causing her to loose all memory before that point. 

((Please remember when dealing with this character, that although this is Dinranwen’s history, she does not recall any of the events foretold.

Dinranwen does remember everything from here on out, nevertheless...so read on friend))

This is what Dinranwen remembers:

Hours later Dinranwen awoke to the sight of a strange forest which she apparently never seen before.  Bewildered and confused, Dinranwen touched her face to find to her shock to find that she was bleeding.

With no knowledge of who she was or where she was, Dinranwen got up and looked around.

All traces of the bandit camp had been erased by the soliders except for the dead men whose stink invaded Dinranwen’s nostrils and caused her to gag violently.

Scared and afraid, Dinranwen fleed from the sight of the dead men and struck out to who knew where in the forest.

She was found the next day sitting on the highway, bleeding, hungry, and crying by the Black Butterfly Rover’s.  One of their healers Cyrathén, took the child in and did what she could to heal the cuts on Dinranwen’s face.  After hearing the tale, the elders of the camp decided that they would be more then willing to take in this lost girl and she was given her name Dinranwen.  Hearing what tale?  She doesnt remember anything
Afterward Cyrathén would take in Dinranwen as her own, and finish the work the girls forgotten mother had began by teaching her the healers arts.  Dinranwen soon found a home amoung the Black Butterfly’s and like all the other children she was taught all the arts she cared to learn.  Her curiosity once again, Dinranwen struggled to learn all she could, and while she never maintained all her lessons, she stuck to the ones she excelled at. Another confusing sentence.  Please rephrase  From the Rovers, Dinranwen learend all she knows of herbal arts, dancing, storytelling, weapondary, fighting, and even a dash of music although Dinranwen has no talent for either singing or playing an instrument.  Also during this beginning time of her still fragile youth, Dinranwen began to wear a viel over her scarred face, and became reluncant to show anything of her figure.

Since that time, Dinranwen has lived happily with the Rovers, and the troop which found her has become her `adopted family’.  Dinranwen is fiercly loyal to the Rovers, but despite this she can’t help but feel as if lost something valuable.

Meager memories from flashbacks sometimes touch Dinranwen’s mind, and she sometimes thinks she remembers a very pretty woman who was as graceful as she and the blurry face of a man who used to make her laugh.  But truly all Dinranwen knows is that she was once happy, and sometimes that is enough for her, and other times it is not.

But that is her history, such as it is.
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« Reply #4 on: August 02, 2007, 03:29:44 AM »

If you intend to use the Styrash name, "Anci’helvíl’yón" would probably be more grammatical.  The -an in "ancian" marks it as an infinitive (ie. "to be silent"). 
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« Reply #5 on: August 02, 2007, 03:38:56 AM »

I will get to work on the spelling, grammer, and sentences that don't make sense right away, and get this reposted as soon as possible.  I will also read through it again, slowly, just in case.

As for the name, thanks Mina for the advice, and if I decide upon that name, I will use the form your suggested.

As for Altario Shialt-eck-Gorrin, I would choose a Santharian name, but being new here, I still don't know enough about this world to know what would qualify as an a Santharian name.  Where would I find this information?  I will look myself of course, but if you could point me in the right direction, I would appreciate it.
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« Reply #6 on: August 02, 2007, 03:40:38 AM »

What Mina has provided will be fine.  IIt was the Din name I was worried about, as you said it was Tolkiens. grin
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« Reply #7 on: August 02, 2007, 04:24:56 AM »

I will change both my screen name and my character name as soon as possible.

The changes that have been suggested have been made, and are marked in Orange.  Minor changes, such as spelling, over all grammer, and re-typing the all caps word in the orginal, have not been marked in orange and appear as normal.

Please let me know if there is anything else I need to change, improve, or add.  Thank you.
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« Reply #8 on: August 02, 2007, 05:43:28 AM »

Dinranwen's name has now been changed to Anci’helvíl’yón.

The first time this change took place, I marked it in orange, but did not do the same for the rest of the thread.

Please let me know if I missed a Dinranwen or Din so that I can replace them with my new name.

All changes suggested so far have been made.

Please notify me if there is anything else I need to add, improve, or change.

Sincerly,

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« Reply #9 on: August 02, 2007, 05:46:52 AM »

tee hee

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((Please note that Din does not remember her birth name.)))

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« Reply #10 on: August 02, 2007, 05:51:19 AM »

Blast!  Well, you're always bound to miss a least one, I suppose.

Anything else I missed?
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« Reply #11 on: August 02, 2007, 05:56:09 AM »

In fact, many of the female Black Butterfly members often tell Din so.

Dinranwen also always wears the pendant she was given, and switches her precious silver clasp from cloak to cloak.

Din loves telling tales, especially to children, and is often seen sitting with her eyes closed in front of a crowd while her voice and her expressive hands paint a picture of a story.

Dinranwen like all members of her tribe is more than willing to pitch in to help everything run faster and smoother.

This makes Dinranwen unreliable if friendly.

 In a slightly smaller pouch shut with a piece of leather died green, Dinranwen keeps her more common herbs that are not dangerous, and that she uses most often in her art.

The girl, now known as Dinranwen, was bewildered, fearful, and could not see so perhaps she did not run as quickly nor as fleetly as she could have.  (BTW you still have not explained the name change yet)

Ok, these are the ones missed that I have found.

EDIT:  Guess ya shouldn't have said 1 huh?  Tee Hee evil
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« Reply #12 on: August 02, 2007, 06:03:30 AM »

*smiles* Thanks I think I fixed all the ones you saw, along with several others I spotted.

As for the name change as in the name change from Sarah Farmer to Anci’helvíl’yón, since Sarah could not rember her name, she was given one instead.  I'll try to make this clearer.

I'm signing off for the night, but please feel free to post to tell me about anything else I need to fix.  Including the clearly more than one mistaken entries of my previous name....

Sincerly,

Anci’helvíl’yón
Shadow Maiden

Later: I've made some additional changes to the thread, and have marked these with orange type.  I've fixed all the mistakes I can find in this, and if there is something I need to improve or change, I have not the skill to tell.  So I must rely on your advice and comments to guide me where I need to go with this.

I am afraid, until I know more, this is out of my hands, and into yours.  Treat Anci’helvíl’yón well...
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« Reply #13 on: August 03, 2007, 03:04:07 AM »

I have made some major changes to this CD including declaring a birth tribe for Anci', changing birth location, and giving her a religion in which she no longer belives or remembers.

Please reread, and tell me what you think!

Changes as always, I have been made in oragne.

P.S. I have managed to cox Anci’helvíl’yón into allowing me to sketch a picture of her without her precious veil so as to display her scars.  The picture has been refined, colored, and simply awaits my being able to find a scanner so that I can post it here.  I hope to have this picture up soon.  While by no means good, I hope this picture will help everyone gather a better understanding of how Anci’helvíl’yón looks.
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« Reply #14 on: August 03, 2007, 03:11:37 AM »

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The girl, now known as Anci’helvíl’yón, was bewildered, fearful, and could not see so perhaps she did not run as quickly nor as fleetly as she could have.  In any case, she was soon captured by the thieves also.

Me again.  The reason I ask, is I know why she has a new name, but that should be after she loses her memory, but you have this when the thieves attack the farm.... she shouldn't be known as Anci then.  I think just deleting this line should be good., as you continue to call her Sarah until much later.  When she gets hit in the head, you again go to rename her.  So, with this line deleted, it should be good.
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