Siandre
05-22-08, 02:52 PM
Name: Siandre
Age: 17
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark red
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5’2
Weight: 110
*Occupation: Healer
*Personality: Siandre is a girl with a strong and resilient spirit. Much like a reed she is not the mightiest, but she’ll bend in the wind where others will break; she’s adaptable. She counts her blessings as she seeks the goodness in others, and the ups in every situation. She’s a healer. So while she finds enjoyment and revelry in many things, she also has the seriousness and often dangerous task of being a healer.
Appearance: Siandre is small and slight, but touched here and there with curves and she looks capable for a woman of her petite stature. She’s young. Her face is unlined and so fair skinned it’s almost white. It makes her green eyes stand out like emeralds, under quirked eyebrows. She has a straight, delicate nose and rosy lips. All about her is hair of a dark red as to be almost brown, falling down her back in lazy curls and swirling at puffs of breezes if not being tied back in a simple plate. Though she has something of a woman’s figure, her dress is shapeless as a robe and unflattering. The sleeves are loose, the wide waist tied with a belt, and the sturdy cloth stained with potions and herbs. She wears well worn boots that are, nevertheless, of very good quality.
History:
My mother Seera was a midwife in a noble household. It was in the vast countryside, and more of a large farm overseeing that of the surrounding peasants than a polished, political nobleman of the city. The Lord Ransom owned little gold and yet much land. Though he neglected the servants in those farms that paid homage to him, as many lords do, he ran a household in which he demanded loyalty and good service. He was given it; he provided for us in exchange for his services.
Seera had been trained in the arts of midwifery by the last midwife and that one trained by the one before. She read some books, and even dabbled in the profession of a healer after the elderly physician passed away. She fell in love with a resident priest, but his order forbade him to take a wife. But what true religion would deny a man his love, a virtue which had been fashioned by the gods he praised? He left the order and they married.
Seera continued her midwifery, and Alderion, my father, went on a few years of pilgrimage to find his faith. Though he had left his last faith he was still a man of the gods, and unwilling to give that up. Before he left, they had me. I was told I was a hard birth, so I suppose I was blessed that my mother was a midwife. I was delivered in the heart of summer and named Siandre. I was given a place in the household as a maid, and my mother gently persuaded Lord Ransom to be educated to become the next physician and midwife when she passed away.
So while I scoured pots and washed clothing, I learned. In a week I’d be taught several times by the gardener, by my mother, by the house scribe, and occasionally within the apothecary. And yet there was more. I learned to watch those around me. I learned to listen in on the nobility visiting, watching their ways, or I would manage to listen to a visiting minstrel or bard, and learning songs and singing in my spare time. I was no means an expert in any of them. Rather, the seeds for these skills were planted, and growing in me.
When my father returned from his pilgrimage, he brought with him some money he had worked hard for in his travels, and while it was not a fortune, that which he gave us was no mean sum. My mother used it to pay for further education on my behalf. She knew she could never elevate me to someone of rank, but a physician or even an apothecarist was paid independently and more generously than that of a midwife or any healer bound in a household.
I honored her decision and worked hard to milk this education for all it was worth. I was apprenticed to that of a male physician named Gaul. To be taught by a man, well, I’d known the scribe, but he was timid and sweet as a squirrel (at least how they seem in the tales!) Gaul, on the other hand, was as skilled in healing as he was in breaking; he had once been a warrior. And he was as merciless in training me as if I, too, were going into war. I learned much from him. He was pleased by my general knowledge of herblore, but hammered into me thrice the knowledge and how to fully apply it to medicine. In essence, he made me a healer more than anything else.
It suited him to send me to a surgeon to learn. After several months, I was too wretched to go on. While I was adept at setting a bone or treating a wound, cutting open those who were already injured was a horror and a crime to me. In some ways, it was that, more than my future peaceful education that made me somewhat lacking in any violent nature.
And the third who took me in was the Lady Viola, a courtier of the city. She wished to have a physician, and I would work for free, in return to be included marginally in her woman’s circle. There I learned to dance and charm and play the harp. The vanity and superficiality sickened me as much as surgery had. Perhaps more. Where was the worth in these women, the... the competence? It was my father who rescued me. I was skilled in all sorts of lore both domestic and medicinal. It was time I would find my spiritual healing. Besides, the money with which he had provided me had run out for my rather costly education.
In some sense my father was a druid. He had a deep respect for nature, a belief in a great pattern that wove us all into it, and a startling lack of pomp and ceremony. He’d insist it was by far better to use the stars as a roof, the trees as a wall, and the music of forest and wind rather than that of a cold, dead stone church. He also despaired of my lack of defense, and schooled me in the staff. We lived in a forest together closest to a village twenty miles away. He taught me woodcraft, and some of the arcane. I learned to be a hunter, a tracker, and my knowledge was made complete in plantlife. However, his life was not made to support a girl. He longed to go beyond his isolated livings without a gangling girl in tow.
I did not wish to make him say it aloud, for he didn’t have the grace or the meanness of heart to drive me away. I returned to the household, but to my shock, I found I had no place there. They said how could they suspect someone to be a good employee if their ambition was to rise above their household? I had to admit... it was true. I didn’t forever want to stay there. My mother remained quiet. She gave me some money she had and I left. I could not fault that she did not stand up for me, but it put in me a determination to do what was right no matter the cost.
To be driven from my family, and my way of life, if indeed I had ever had one, was a scary thing for one so young. I was seventeen, well past marriageable age in many places. I wondered where my place in the world was. So I struck out to see what Althanas had to offer. Once I knew what was in the world, I could choose my path more wisely.
Skills:
Physician: As a physician, Siandre is knowledgeable in herbal lore and in knowing their medicinal uses. Siandre is usually able to name common plants from trees to herbs and sometimes where to find them. She's a good gardener and knows how to make remedies for common ailments such as colds, fevers and coughing. She knows how to treat wounds on sight such as setting a bone, or patching up a cut. She learned the ways of a midwife as well, and what herbs to use to encourage childbirth.
Education: Siandre’s knowledge centers around that of a doctor, from growing herbs to treating the common cold. However, she’s also been schooled in several languages; Drow, Common, Fallian, a passable grasp of Elvish, and very poor Dwarvish. She was taught as a scribe for , and so knows some history, geography, philosophy and mathematics. She also knows the way of etiquette, deference and the behavior those of low standing must have around high nobles. One of her greatest talents is in singing, in which Siandre is greatly gifted.
Fighting: Siandre is strong as a woman of smaller stature can be. This is by no magical means, but because her lifestyle demands it. She’s done much traveling, working, and it takes quite a bit of strength to wrench a bone rightly back in place. As a healer, she’s seen more blood than most warriors. She knows the basics of wielding a knife, and knows how to handle herself in a fight with a staff.
Magical healing: Siandre is constantly and automatically healing faster to a small degree. Within minutes her cuts will turn to scabs, but only when the wound would heal without a mark otherwise. Her passive healing with severe injuries lessens the pain, and slows the bleeding a little. This also helps to make her more resistant to commn ailments like colds and fevers. She can use her arts to heal someone else to the same degree.
Purify: Siandre can draw out about a pint of poison or a harmful remedy in someone or something by touching them for several minues depending on the amount of poison.
Probe: Siandre by concentrating on someone can tell what disease or condition they have, whether it be muteness or cancer. She can also tell if someone has a curse, but not what that curse is. (This is highly consent based.)
Protect: In battle Siandre can conjure a clear wall of magical power that lasts for about twenty seconds. It can block spells or sword, but will vanish after only one strike.
Equipment:
Hardwood staff
A box of herbal remedies (for normal illnesses)
Some dried flowers
Books on magical healing
Needle, string, other supplies to treat wounds
Sleeping draught
Potion to restore magical power
Age: 17
Race: Human
Hair Color: Dark red
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5’2
Weight: 110
*Occupation: Healer
*Personality: Siandre is a girl with a strong and resilient spirit. Much like a reed she is not the mightiest, but she’ll bend in the wind where others will break; she’s adaptable. She counts her blessings as she seeks the goodness in others, and the ups in every situation. She’s a healer. So while she finds enjoyment and revelry in many things, she also has the seriousness and often dangerous task of being a healer.
Appearance: Siandre is small and slight, but touched here and there with curves and she looks capable for a woman of her petite stature. She’s young. Her face is unlined and so fair skinned it’s almost white. It makes her green eyes stand out like emeralds, under quirked eyebrows. She has a straight, delicate nose and rosy lips. All about her is hair of a dark red as to be almost brown, falling down her back in lazy curls and swirling at puffs of breezes if not being tied back in a simple plate. Though she has something of a woman’s figure, her dress is shapeless as a robe and unflattering. The sleeves are loose, the wide waist tied with a belt, and the sturdy cloth stained with potions and herbs. She wears well worn boots that are, nevertheless, of very good quality.
History:
My mother Seera was a midwife in a noble household. It was in the vast countryside, and more of a large farm overseeing that of the surrounding peasants than a polished, political nobleman of the city. The Lord Ransom owned little gold and yet much land. Though he neglected the servants in those farms that paid homage to him, as many lords do, he ran a household in which he demanded loyalty and good service. He was given it; he provided for us in exchange for his services.
Seera had been trained in the arts of midwifery by the last midwife and that one trained by the one before. She read some books, and even dabbled in the profession of a healer after the elderly physician passed away. She fell in love with a resident priest, but his order forbade him to take a wife. But what true religion would deny a man his love, a virtue which had been fashioned by the gods he praised? He left the order and they married.
Seera continued her midwifery, and Alderion, my father, went on a few years of pilgrimage to find his faith. Though he had left his last faith he was still a man of the gods, and unwilling to give that up. Before he left, they had me. I was told I was a hard birth, so I suppose I was blessed that my mother was a midwife. I was delivered in the heart of summer and named Siandre. I was given a place in the household as a maid, and my mother gently persuaded Lord Ransom to be educated to become the next physician and midwife when she passed away.
So while I scoured pots and washed clothing, I learned. In a week I’d be taught several times by the gardener, by my mother, by the house scribe, and occasionally within the apothecary. And yet there was more. I learned to watch those around me. I learned to listen in on the nobility visiting, watching their ways, or I would manage to listen to a visiting minstrel or bard, and learning songs and singing in my spare time. I was no means an expert in any of them. Rather, the seeds for these skills were planted, and growing in me.
When my father returned from his pilgrimage, he brought with him some money he had worked hard for in his travels, and while it was not a fortune, that which he gave us was no mean sum. My mother used it to pay for further education on my behalf. She knew she could never elevate me to someone of rank, but a physician or even an apothecarist was paid independently and more generously than that of a midwife or any healer bound in a household.
I honored her decision and worked hard to milk this education for all it was worth. I was apprenticed to that of a male physician named Gaul. To be taught by a man, well, I’d known the scribe, but he was timid and sweet as a squirrel (at least how they seem in the tales!) Gaul, on the other hand, was as skilled in healing as he was in breaking; he had once been a warrior. And he was as merciless in training me as if I, too, were going into war. I learned much from him. He was pleased by my general knowledge of herblore, but hammered into me thrice the knowledge and how to fully apply it to medicine. In essence, he made me a healer more than anything else.
It suited him to send me to a surgeon to learn. After several months, I was too wretched to go on. While I was adept at setting a bone or treating a wound, cutting open those who were already injured was a horror and a crime to me. In some ways, it was that, more than my future peaceful education that made me somewhat lacking in any violent nature.
And the third who took me in was the Lady Viola, a courtier of the city. She wished to have a physician, and I would work for free, in return to be included marginally in her woman’s circle. There I learned to dance and charm and play the harp. The vanity and superficiality sickened me as much as surgery had. Perhaps more. Where was the worth in these women, the... the competence? It was my father who rescued me. I was skilled in all sorts of lore both domestic and medicinal. It was time I would find my spiritual healing. Besides, the money with which he had provided me had run out for my rather costly education.
In some sense my father was a druid. He had a deep respect for nature, a belief in a great pattern that wove us all into it, and a startling lack of pomp and ceremony. He’d insist it was by far better to use the stars as a roof, the trees as a wall, and the music of forest and wind rather than that of a cold, dead stone church. He also despaired of my lack of defense, and schooled me in the staff. We lived in a forest together closest to a village twenty miles away. He taught me woodcraft, and some of the arcane. I learned to be a hunter, a tracker, and my knowledge was made complete in plantlife. However, his life was not made to support a girl. He longed to go beyond his isolated livings without a gangling girl in tow.
I did not wish to make him say it aloud, for he didn’t have the grace or the meanness of heart to drive me away. I returned to the household, but to my shock, I found I had no place there. They said how could they suspect someone to be a good employee if their ambition was to rise above their household? I had to admit... it was true. I didn’t forever want to stay there. My mother remained quiet. She gave me some money she had and I left. I could not fault that she did not stand up for me, but it put in me a determination to do what was right no matter the cost.
To be driven from my family, and my way of life, if indeed I had ever had one, was a scary thing for one so young. I was seventeen, well past marriageable age in many places. I wondered where my place in the world was. So I struck out to see what Althanas had to offer. Once I knew what was in the world, I could choose my path more wisely.
Skills:
Physician: As a physician, Siandre is knowledgeable in herbal lore and in knowing their medicinal uses. Siandre is usually able to name common plants from trees to herbs and sometimes where to find them. She's a good gardener and knows how to make remedies for common ailments such as colds, fevers and coughing. She knows how to treat wounds on sight such as setting a bone, or patching up a cut. She learned the ways of a midwife as well, and what herbs to use to encourage childbirth.
Education: Siandre’s knowledge centers around that of a doctor, from growing herbs to treating the common cold. However, she’s also been schooled in several languages; Drow, Common, Fallian, a passable grasp of Elvish, and very poor Dwarvish. She was taught as a scribe for , and so knows some history, geography, philosophy and mathematics. She also knows the way of etiquette, deference and the behavior those of low standing must have around high nobles. One of her greatest talents is in singing, in which Siandre is greatly gifted.
Fighting: Siandre is strong as a woman of smaller stature can be. This is by no magical means, but because her lifestyle demands it. She’s done much traveling, working, and it takes quite a bit of strength to wrench a bone rightly back in place. As a healer, she’s seen more blood than most warriors. She knows the basics of wielding a knife, and knows how to handle herself in a fight with a staff.
Magical healing: Siandre is constantly and automatically healing faster to a small degree. Within minutes her cuts will turn to scabs, but only when the wound would heal without a mark otherwise. Her passive healing with severe injuries lessens the pain, and slows the bleeding a little. This also helps to make her more resistant to commn ailments like colds and fevers. She can use her arts to heal someone else to the same degree.
Purify: Siandre can draw out about a pint of poison or a harmful remedy in someone or something by touching them for several minues depending on the amount of poison.
Probe: Siandre by concentrating on someone can tell what disease or condition they have, whether it be muteness or cancer. She can also tell if someone has a curse, but not what that curse is. (This is highly consent based.)
Protect: In battle Siandre can conjure a clear wall of magical power that lasts for about twenty seconds. It can block spells or sword, but will vanish after only one strike.
Equipment:
Hardwood staff
A box of herbal remedies (for normal illnesses)
Some dried flowers
Books on magical healing
Needle, string, other supplies to treat wounds
Sleeping draught
Potion to restore magical power