Poetra
03-26-06, 07:19 PM
Name: Ren Maear
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 110
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Sky blue with a hint of gray.
Appearance: With a gentle grace and kind visage, Ren is lovely to behold. Her satin hair and welcoming eyes go well with her infectious warm smile. Her body is lean, but doesn’t lack the womanly curves that catch the eye.
Personality: As her eternal smile suggests, Ren is a wonderful person, her heart as pure as gold. True to her calling, she believes that everyone deserves a chance to prove their worth, and is willing to give them that chance. However, when the need arises, she is fierce in battle, using her power to smite those who would do harm to those she cares for.
Weapons: A simple staff of steel that is tinted to appear golden to match her meager armor.
Armor: A modified breastplate that is padded slightly to allow for comfort in daily wear.
Items:
Slingbag (over the shoulder)
Flint and Tinder (in small pouch inside slingbag)
Various pouches filled with dried herbs and other plants
Several clay pots, some empty, some filled with salves
Portable mortar and pestle
Waterskin
Small dagger for skinning, etc.
Sewing kit
Plate, fork, a couple of small pots for cooking
Bedroll
Skills:
Herbology – Able to readily identify plants and know their uses, dangers, medicinal properties, etc.
Minor Healing – A minor power of faith in her goddess, Ren is able to heal minor wounds with prayer once a day. Minor being nothing more than something that needs stitches.
History:
House versus house is never easy on a couple in love, and this was true for the mother and father of Ren Maear. With trade disputes forming open hostilities between their families, they had to hide their love, meeting in secret. Their passion burned brightly, but carried a heavy price.
After several months, the lady Kare realized that she was with child, and begged her nurse to keep her secret and help her hide the truth. Fearful of the outcome, she sent a simple note to her beloved, telling him that she could no longer see him. Wrought with grief, he concluded his own life at the end of a dagger, his blood mingling with his own tears. When Kare learned of this, she was tempted to follow, but was held back by the nurse, who told her that her life was not her own, that she had a child to think of who had a right to live.
Six months of torturous living later, the lady was given her freedom as the child came into the world. Having mercy on the child, she took her to the nearest temple of the Goddess, and left her at the doorstep anonymously. The only thing that gave her an identity was a small piece of paper tucked into the basket near her leg, which simply stated “Ren Maear”.
The years passed, and the adorable child blossomed into a charming woman, her tender smiles warming every heart. The temple Mother herself had fostered the child, raising her as her own, though never hiding the girl’s origins. Ren’s insatiable desire to learn the ways of the Goddess had been fed in daily lessons, though it seemed as though none could give her the answers she sought. She spent her extra time in the forest outside of the grounds, or in the gardens, with the Healers, learning their craft, memorizing the plants and their uses. She had a gift for this, it seemed, for soon they realized there was nothing more they could teach her.
As new followers joined the temple, giving their lives to the Goddess, Ren was asked to aid in teaching Herbology to some of them, so as to give her something to occupy her while they decided what path lay before her. It wasn’t until the Spring of her 17th year that they discovered where that lay.
The houses of her blood continued their feud over the years, and occasional skirmishes broke out between them. This time, however, it had turned deadly, more than half of the men on both sides deciding to go for blood. The hunt ended in a battle, where many were wounded and few survived. Those that lived were taken to the temple for healing and prayer for their souls. Skilled as she was with herbs, Ren was brought in to aid the Healers.
One man caught her attention. His features were caked with dirt and blood, obscuring his face. Blood flowed slowly from his chest where a sword had slashed him. Tears streamed from his eyes, which he held tightly shut from the world around him. Feeling such sorrow for him, she hovered close to the bed, praying to the Goddess to heal him. Much to the surprise of the man and the Healers nearby, he became haloed in a soft light, and the wounds slowly closed. He still ached and suffered from the blood loss, but his chance at life was much more likely.
Word of this miracle reached the Mother, who was then enlightened to the Goddess’ plan for the young girl. Allowing her the time to finish the lessons for the current class of followers (about two years), the Mother also taught her a bit about the world, explaining a little about trade and the dangers of travel. Shortly before sending her on her way, she also hired a hunter to act as a guide and guard. So begins the journey of Ren Maear, chosen of the Goddess, apprentice Healer, seeker of truth in the other temples across the lands.
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 110
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Sky blue with a hint of gray.
Appearance: With a gentle grace and kind visage, Ren is lovely to behold. Her satin hair and welcoming eyes go well with her infectious warm smile. Her body is lean, but doesn’t lack the womanly curves that catch the eye.
Personality: As her eternal smile suggests, Ren is a wonderful person, her heart as pure as gold. True to her calling, she believes that everyone deserves a chance to prove their worth, and is willing to give them that chance. However, when the need arises, she is fierce in battle, using her power to smite those who would do harm to those she cares for.
Weapons: A simple staff of steel that is tinted to appear golden to match her meager armor.
Armor: A modified breastplate that is padded slightly to allow for comfort in daily wear.
Items:
Slingbag (over the shoulder)
Flint and Tinder (in small pouch inside slingbag)
Various pouches filled with dried herbs and other plants
Several clay pots, some empty, some filled with salves
Portable mortar and pestle
Waterskin
Small dagger for skinning, etc.
Sewing kit
Plate, fork, a couple of small pots for cooking
Bedroll
Skills:
Herbology – Able to readily identify plants and know their uses, dangers, medicinal properties, etc.
Minor Healing – A minor power of faith in her goddess, Ren is able to heal minor wounds with prayer once a day. Minor being nothing more than something that needs stitches.
History:
House versus house is never easy on a couple in love, and this was true for the mother and father of Ren Maear. With trade disputes forming open hostilities between their families, they had to hide their love, meeting in secret. Their passion burned brightly, but carried a heavy price.
After several months, the lady Kare realized that she was with child, and begged her nurse to keep her secret and help her hide the truth. Fearful of the outcome, she sent a simple note to her beloved, telling him that she could no longer see him. Wrought with grief, he concluded his own life at the end of a dagger, his blood mingling with his own tears. When Kare learned of this, she was tempted to follow, but was held back by the nurse, who told her that her life was not her own, that she had a child to think of who had a right to live.
Six months of torturous living later, the lady was given her freedom as the child came into the world. Having mercy on the child, she took her to the nearest temple of the Goddess, and left her at the doorstep anonymously. The only thing that gave her an identity was a small piece of paper tucked into the basket near her leg, which simply stated “Ren Maear”.
The years passed, and the adorable child blossomed into a charming woman, her tender smiles warming every heart. The temple Mother herself had fostered the child, raising her as her own, though never hiding the girl’s origins. Ren’s insatiable desire to learn the ways of the Goddess had been fed in daily lessons, though it seemed as though none could give her the answers she sought. She spent her extra time in the forest outside of the grounds, or in the gardens, with the Healers, learning their craft, memorizing the plants and their uses. She had a gift for this, it seemed, for soon they realized there was nothing more they could teach her.
As new followers joined the temple, giving their lives to the Goddess, Ren was asked to aid in teaching Herbology to some of them, so as to give her something to occupy her while they decided what path lay before her. It wasn’t until the Spring of her 17th year that they discovered where that lay.
The houses of her blood continued their feud over the years, and occasional skirmishes broke out between them. This time, however, it had turned deadly, more than half of the men on both sides deciding to go for blood. The hunt ended in a battle, where many were wounded and few survived. Those that lived were taken to the temple for healing and prayer for their souls. Skilled as she was with herbs, Ren was brought in to aid the Healers.
One man caught her attention. His features were caked with dirt and blood, obscuring his face. Blood flowed slowly from his chest where a sword had slashed him. Tears streamed from his eyes, which he held tightly shut from the world around him. Feeling such sorrow for him, she hovered close to the bed, praying to the Goddess to heal him. Much to the surprise of the man and the Healers nearby, he became haloed in a soft light, and the wounds slowly closed. He still ached and suffered from the blood loss, but his chance at life was much more likely.
Word of this miracle reached the Mother, who was then enlightened to the Goddess’ plan for the young girl. Allowing her the time to finish the lessons for the current class of followers (about two years), the Mother also taught her a bit about the world, explaining a little about trade and the dangers of travel. Shortly before sending her on her way, she also hired a hunter to act as a guide and guard. So begins the journey of Ren Maear, chosen of the Goddess, apprentice Healer, seeker of truth in the other temples across the lands.