Care/Akeri_rualuavain Sun Aug 12, 2012 1:11 amName: Isil Amarilis
Race: Human - Calishite (with some elven blood)
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 120lbs
Eyes: Dark
Hair: Dark
Alignment: Neutral Good
Faith: Selûne
Class: Bard (desired prestige class : Harper Agent)
[Perhaps a desire to give her some favored soul levels]
Physical Description:
Isil is a very beautiful young women. In the common folk, few can compare their beauty to hers. She is indubitably of calishite heritage, and the tips of her ears almost seems pointy. Her copper skins seems to glow under the sun and her dark silky hair invite to the touch. She often had some flowers or other accessory in her hair to enhance her natural beauty. Her dark and deep eyes, seems to hide some sorrow or sadness, the one of those who saw much and lost as much. Despite that, she most always has a sincere and contagious smile on her sensual lips. She always seems to be enjoying herself, both in life and in musics.
Background :
The Amarilis gypsy clan was formed orginaly by an elven maid who left her forest after the death of her lover. A century past and the elf became a great bard, around that time, she definatly made her legend by saving a high ranking priest of Selûne. To thank her, he used his power and connetion with the moon goddess to favor her. The elf accepted and became a favored of Selûne, she wed the priest and with friends and her fellow adventurers, they became a family of gypsy. The miracle the priest granted to Amarilis did not stop to only her, but followed their lineage. Each generation would see one of their children become a favored of the Moonmaiden as well. Most used this power to guide correctly the caravan and to cure little affliction their cousins could suffer.
Time passed, and the caravan prospered. Amarilis and her human lover are now long gone, but their legend still live in the Amarilis' hearts. They took her name as family to honor her and what she did. No one realy remember when exactly did she lived, and they don't really cares. The important thing for them is that she lived and that the blessings still lives in them as long as they will revere The Lady of Silver.
Isil is the seventh daughter of the actual guide of the Caravan, and of the Favored chosen by the Maiden. Unfortunatly, Isil's mother, Lythia, died birthing her. This afflicted much the other members of the Caravan as that left them with only an aging favored to guide them. Isil was raised by her older sister, her father had much to do with the caravan, and the child was too much like his own wife. So for the first 2 years, she was raised with Alira and her new husbands. Then, Alix, Isil's father, came back to his family and made his grieves.
For some years, there was almost only happyness in the caravan. Arielle, the aging favored, was like a grand-mother to Isil and the other children of Alix. And to the rest of the caravan as well. Every one talked to her as "great-mother" or "White Lady". But when Isil was seven, as all human age and died, so did Arielle. It was a sad day, and a most sad year as well. Without the guidance of a favored the caravan was not so prosperous, but they survided and managed, continuing to pray for a new favored to guide them. Some trully believed that Isil could be the next one to be chosen when she would be old enough.
When Isil was 10, one of her older sister, the third in order of birth, felt in love with a Water Deepian noble. Despite all the family's advices, she continue to see him and she would do anything for him. More deeply in love with him every day, she soon almost left the caravan. The noble was promising anything to this young and credule women, yet very very pretty. This lasted for a year, where the Caravan stayed u=in Water Deep, waiting for it's child to come to her senses. But, what had to happen happened... Cara became pregnant, she was rejoyced, but the caravan was upset. Not listening to any of their warning again, she met her lover and gave him the news. That night, Isil followed her sister out of curiosity, and she saw the whorse of noblility. Not happy at all that his mistress, which he was already growing tired, became pregnant, he repudied her without any care. She was only a toy he was playing with while he was still young and before he had to wed. She was nothing for him, and should be glad he had taking any interest in her. He threw her a purse of some gold piece to either raise the child or avorth it. He left her in a dark ally, and never came back to her.
1 years passed, and Cara raised the little boy with love, but also great sadness. She had lost all interest in men and in love, she was completly broken. Isil vowed that she would never let any noble has their way with her and that she would never surender to any of them, in any way. Whilhem was a great bow, though, and he was now the only living person who could bring a smile in Cara's face.
It's around that time that the caravan was attacked by brigands, Isil was 13th. To protect her life and her virtue, she feld to a nearby forest, trying to loose the bandit who was pursuing her. She succeeded, but only to find herself lost. She wandered in the forest for a month or so, she lost all senses of time. Starving and confuse, she ended up in Shadowdale while they where still under the Zentilars law. Forthunatly for her, it's one of the rebel who found her first. He took her in, and helped her to regain her strenght. Each day, he took care of her, and each night, he left the little encampement in the forest. Often as well, he sang for her, for himslef. His song were of freedom and happyness to regain. One day, a week after he found her, she joined her voice to Alwin's song. It had been her arts in the caravan, her voice was pure and without false note. She lacked some experience and training still, but he was suprised by the waulity of her voice. This day he decided to take her as apprentice.
He told her everything that was happening in this region, of the rebelion, and of the Zenthilars. It enraged her, as she disliked most of all tyrants and nobles who usurped their powers. She agreed to help him in any way she could. Her youth and beauty was a blessing in itself. The zent never really suspect her, on the contrary. She was looking so naive that they never really payed attention to her when she was around. It was also something she had learned with the caravan, to be able to blend into a gathering, or to walk around unoticed. She trained more and more in those arts, and she could bring back bits of usefull informations to her mentor.
She also started to learn his songs and to sing them to the resistance. She was making some illegal gathering into farms and other such place to raise up the morals of the inhabitant of the dales. With her mentor, they made beautiful duo. As well, Isil had also received has an inheritance from her mother her old tarot deck. She also had the gift to read them, and never did she failed a prediction. She sometimes missed the main meaning of them, but they were always true. She used that as well to gain money from the Zent, to learn as much as she could from them, and to help the resistance in knowing if an attack or an action would be favorable or not.
Years passed and she grew more beautiful. Alwin was not so old himself, he was in his first real solo mission for the Harpers. When Isil turned fiftheen, they both realised that their relation was more then just master and student. She had not bested him yet, but she was promising, and even more, her soul had seduced his, and the oposite was right as well. They finaly admited it to each other and even if it was not perfect love or happyness, it was the best they could get in the actual climax.
It had been some time since they accepted each other's love when Isil's life took another turn. Despite the prediction of the cards, Alwin decided to make a breaking into the Zent's cells to free the prisoners who were to be executed the next day. They were innocent farmers who just couldn't pay the "taxes". They were to be made an exemple to others. Both Alwin and Isil couldn't let that happen, so Isil stoled the keys during the day by pickpoketing a gard, luckily, he didn't noticed just yet.
In the night, they entered the prison and started to free the prisoners, but unfortunatly for them, the gard finaly realised that his key was missing. Guessing that the rebels had stoled it, he told the other gards and they reached for the prison. The gards in front of it were sleeping of a potion the rebels gave them in some whine and the prisoners were escaping toward the forest. The prisoners were in no shape to outrun the gards, and so someone had to stay behind to buy some time. Before Isil suggest to do it herself, Alwin threw her some sort of brooch.
"Keep that in memory of me my love, for I can't be find with that on me, or else they will torture me far more then they would a usual rebel. I will buy you the time to flee with the prisoners ! Always remember that I loved you !"
Then, he turned to face the gards while Isil helped the prisoner to continue their escape. They reached the forest where some other rebles were waiting with bows and slings. The Zent were not enough to engage them in their teritory, with the forest full of traps and other things. They had one of their chief, and they felt content with it.
The next day brought the dreadful news, Alwin was killed in the encounter. He didn't alowed the Zent to take him alive. Isil made her grief, but she vowed even more intently to fight the Zent all she could. She kept in a secret pouch on the reverse side of her armor the brooch that Alwin gaver her, the harper's brooch. Isil knew what a harper is, but she didn't guessed what the gift of the brooch usualy ment for them.
Even with Alwin's death, the rebelion continued to fight for the freedom of the dale. Isil got even foward into her ways to get informations. She accepted to sell herself, her music or her potions to the Zent so she could learn more about them. She often used sleeping potion on her client so she could wanter around and memorised maps and battle plans. She stayed very very carefull and only used the same tricks once in a while, changing often her ways of opperations. She also continue to sing Alwin's song, and hers, to the rebels and the farmers.
And finaly the dales were free. Isil decided to continue to live their and help those she participate into liberating. It had became her land, her new home. Their was few hopes that she could someday find her old caravan and family, and if so, they probably though her dead. She had a life in the dale now, and was known. She came to care deeply for this land her love died into protecting.
Race: Human - Calishite (with some elven blood)
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 120lbs
Eyes: Dark
Hair: Dark
Alignment: Neutral Good
Faith: Selûne
Class: Bard (desired prestige class : Harper Agent)
[Perhaps a desire to give her some favored soul levels]
Physical Description:
Isil is a very beautiful young women. In the common folk, few can compare their beauty to hers. She is indubitably of calishite heritage, and the tips of her ears almost seems pointy. Her copper skins seems to glow under the sun and her dark silky hair invite to the touch. She often had some flowers or other accessory in her hair to enhance her natural beauty. Her dark and deep eyes, seems to hide some sorrow or sadness, the one of those who saw much and lost as much. Despite that, she most always has a sincere and contagious smile on her sensual lips. She always seems to be enjoying herself, both in life and in musics.
Background :
The Amarilis gypsy clan was formed orginaly by an elven maid who left her forest after the death of her lover. A century past and the elf became a great bard, around that time, she definatly made her legend by saving a high ranking priest of Selûne. To thank her, he used his power and connetion with the moon goddess to favor her. The elf accepted and became a favored of Selûne, she wed the priest and with friends and her fellow adventurers, they became a family of gypsy. The miracle the priest granted to Amarilis did not stop to only her, but followed their lineage. Each generation would see one of their children become a favored of the Moonmaiden as well. Most used this power to guide correctly the caravan and to cure little affliction their cousins could suffer.
Time passed, and the caravan prospered. Amarilis and her human lover are now long gone, but their legend still live in the Amarilis' hearts. They took her name as family to honor her and what she did. No one realy remember when exactly did she lived, and they don't really cares. The important thing for them is that she lived and that the blessings still lives in them as long as they will revere The Lady of Silver.
Isil is the seventh daughter of the actual guide of the Caravan, and of the Favored chosen by the Maiden. Unfortunatly, Isil's mother, Lythia, died birthing her. This afflicted much the other members of the Caravan as that left them with only an aging favored to guide them. Isil was raised by her older sister, her father had much to do with the caravan, and the child was too much like his own wife. So for the first 2 years, she was raised with Alira and her new husbands. Then, Alix, Isil's father, came back to his family and made his grieves.
For some years, there was almost only happyness in the caravan. Arielle, the aging favored, was like a grand-mother to Isil and the other children of Alix. And to the rest of the caravan as well. Every one talked to her as "great-mother" or "White Lady". But when Isil was seven, as all human age and died, so did Arielle. It was a sad day, and a most sad year as well. Without the guidance of a favored the caravan was not so prosperous, but they survided and managed, continuing to pray for a new favored to guide them. Some trully believed that Isil could be the next one to be chosen when she would be old enough.
When Isil was 10, one of her older sister, the third in order of birth, felt in love with a Water Deepian noble. Despite all the family's advices, she continue to see him and she would do anything for him. More deeply in love with him every day, she soon almost left the caravan. The noble was promising anything to this young and credule women, yet very very pretty. This lasted for a year, where the Caravan stayed u=in Water Deep, waiting for it's child to come to her senses. But, what had to happen happened... Cara became pregnant, she was rejoyced, but the caravan was upset. Not listening to any of their warning again, she met her lover and gave him the news. That night, Isil followed her sister out of curiosity, and she saw the whorse of noblility. Not happy at all that his mistress, which he was already growing tired, became pregnant, he repudied her without any care. She was only a toy he was playing with while he was still young and before he had to wed. She was nothing for him, and should be glad he had taking any interest in her. He threw her a purse of some gold piece to either raise the child or avorth it. He left her in a dark ally, and never came back to her.
1 years passed, and Cara raised the little boy with love, but also great sadness. She had lost all interest in men and in love, she was completly broken. Isil vowed that she would never let any noble has their way with her and that she would never surender to any of them, in any way. Whilhem was a great bow, though, and he was now the only living person who could bring a smile in Cara's face.
It's around that time that the caravan was attacked by brigands, Isil was 13th. To protect her life and her virtue, she feld to a nearby forest, trying to loose the bandit who was pursuing her. She succeeded, but only to find herself lost. She wandered in the forest for a month or so, she lost all senses of time. Starving and confuse, she ended up in Shadowdale while they where still under the Zentilars law. Forthunatly for her, it's one of the rebel who found her first. He took her in, and helped her to regain her strenght. Each day, he took care of her, and each night, he left the little encampement in the forest. Often as well, he sang for her, for himslef. His song were of freedom and happyness to regain. One day, a week after he found her, she joined her voice to Alwin's song. It had been her arts in the caravan, her voice was pure and without false note. She lacked some experience and training still, but he was suprised by the waulity of her voice. This day he decided to take her as apprentice.
He told her everything that was happening in this region, of the rebelion, and of the Zenthilars. It enraged her, as she disliked most of all tyrants and nobles who usurped their powers. She agreed to help him in any way she could. Her youth and beauty was a blessing in itself. The zent never really suspect her, on the contrary. She was looking so naive that they never really payed attention to her when she was around. It was also something she had learned with the caravan, to be able to blend into a gathering, or to walk around unoticed. She trained more and more in those arts, and she could bring back bits of usefull informations to her mentor.
She also started to learn his songs and to sing them to the resistance. She was making some illegal gathering into farms and other such place to raise up the morals of the inhabitant of the dales. With her mentor, they made beautiful duo. As well, Isil had also received has an inheritance from her mother her old tarot deck. She also had the gift to read them, and never did she failed a prediction. She sometimes missed the main meaning of them, but they were always true. She used that as well to gain money from the Zent, to learn as much as she could from them, and to help the resistance in knowing if an attack or an action would be favorable or not.
Years passed and she grew more beautiful. Alwin was not so old himself, he was in his first real solo mission for the Harpers. When Isil turned fiftheen, they both realised that their relation was more then just master and student. She had not bested him yet, but she was promising, and even more, her soul had seduced his, and the oposite was right as well. They finaly admited it to each other and even if it was not perfect love or happyness, it was the best they could get in the actual climax.
It had been some time since they accepted each other's love when Isil's life took another turn. Despite the prediction of the cards, Alwin decided to make a breaking into the Zent's cells to free the prisoners who were to be executed the next day. They were innocent farmers who just couldn't pay the "taxes". They were to be made an exemple to others. Both Alwin and Isil couldn't let that happen, so Isil stoled the keys during the day by pickpoketing a gard, luckily, he didn't noticed just yet.
In the night, they entered the prison and started to free the prisoners, but unfortunatly for them, the gard finaly realised that his key was missing. Guessing that the rebels had stoled it, he told the other gards and they reached for the prison. The gards in front of it were sleeping of a potion the rebels gave them in some whine and the prisoners were escaping toward the forest. The prisoners were in no shape to outrun the gards, and so someone had to stay behind to buy some time. Before Isil suggest to do it herself, Alwin threw her some sort of brooch.
"Keep that in memory of me my love, for I can't be find with that on me, or else they will torture me far more then they would a usual rebel. I will buy you the time to flee with the prisoners ! Always remember that I loved you !"
Then, he turned to face the gards while Isil helped the prisoner to continue their escape. They reached the forest where some other rebles were waiting with bows and slings. The Zent were not enough to engage them in their teritory, with the forest full of traps and other things. They had one of their chief, and they felt content with it.
The next day brought the dreadful news, Alwin was killed in the encounter. He didn't alowed the Zent to take him alive. Isil made her grief, but she vowed even more intently to fight the Zent all she could. She kept in a secret pouch on the reverse side of her armor the brooch that Alwin gaver her, the harper's brooch. Isil knew what a harper is, but she didn't guessed what the gift of the brooch usualy ment for them.
Even with Alwin's death, the rebelion continued to fight for the freedom of the dale. Isil got even foward into her ways to get informations. She accepted to sell herself, her music or her potions to the Zent so she could learn more about them. She often used sleeping potion on her client so she could wanter around and memorised maps and battle plans. She stayed very very carefull and only used the same tricks once in a while, changing often her ways of opperations. She also continue to sing Alwin's song, and hers, to the rebels and the farmers.
And finaly the dales were free. Isil decided to continue to live their and help those she participate into liberating. It had became her land, her new home. Their was few hopes that she could someday find her old caravan and family, and if so, they probably though her dead. She had a life in the dale now, and was known. She came to care deeply for this land her love died into protecting.
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