Post by Deitheta on Feb 17, 2016 13:54:15 GMT -6
Name: Deitheta
Class: Mage
Age: 17
Born in: Bern
Appearance: By all respects, she is a plain farmer's girl, from the Bernese countryside. While she's tall, her figure isn't particularly imposing, and while she's strong enough to calm some of the most catty of Bernese Chargers, she's hardly the strongest in the world – not even close. Her hair is a soft, light blonde – somewhat reminiscent of snow. Her eyes are an icy blue, and despite having spent more than plenty of time in the sun, she finds it difficult to sustain a nice tan, being a rather pale girl in general. Naturally, none of this helps her non-imposing figure – in fact, you might even say that she's bordering on delicate, her rough farmer's hands (and general nature) aside.
It's rather clear from her wardrobe what her favorite colors are – Deitheta is rarely seen not wearing black or blue or some combination of the two. The few times she isn't, she's wearing white sundresses, or otherwise plain and underwhelming clothes, reminiscent of her 'hick town' origins. In fact, despite her attempts to minimize her accent and be more like an upstanding Bernese citizen, it's hard to deny the fact that Deitheta is straight from the 'boonies' – despite her looks, she could never make it as a court lady.
She walks with a decided purpose to her step, even if she's simply wandering – she cuts the figure of someone that always seems to know where they're going.
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Personality: Somewhere along the way, Dei fell in love with her own land.
The sharp, imposing mountains in the heartland, the rivers and the creeks, the forests and the hills – all of it is important to her. In a sense, Deitheta is one that can continue to live for very little reason – while her life wasn't defined by poverty, there wasn't always a wealth of things to go around for a family with six children in it. The simplicity of someone who would get up at dawn and work the entire day, and go to bed with the sun is something she never tried to shake – and likely wouldn't even want to. At her heart, Dei is greatly motivated by the urge to protect her home, to never 'lose' her home - in this regard, she's a very earnest person, with plenty of friendliness and agreeability to go around for those that she considers allies.
For her allies, Dei is responsible, and beyond eager to learn. Though she isn't always patient, she does try to be an appreciatory sort – polite and kind, making sure to cross her t's and dot her i's. Dei isn't mature in every respect, but she certainly tries for friends - it's not uncommon for her to apologize for her more childish, or ignorant antics. She even has a sense of humor for her allies, even though it may border on a little bit cruel at times.
But then, there's that caveat. “Those that she considers allies”. Deitheta has a near dual nature when it comes down to things such as this – she has very little in the way of boundaries and morals when it comes to her enemies. In her regard, torture would be fine, as long as it was some Bernese traitor or an Ilian dog that deserved it. And of course, everyone in those two groups does, one hundred percent, deserve it. She can be very xenophobic, as well as hateful – if you brought it all the way down, you might find that Deitheta feels more than a bit victimized by the outside world, as if all the other nations are personally against everything she holds dear – “us against the world” taken to a near-paranoid conclusion. All she wants is to never lose her home again, and she hardly cares how much blood she has to spill to that end.
Story: The daughter of two peasants, and the third-youngest in a sibling set of six, you would be hard-pressed to find beginnings more stereotypically 'humble' than this. The house was rather... cramped, so to speak, with the many children running about, and so from a young age, Deitheta found joy in being outside over than being inside – when not helping father tend to the fields, there wasn't too much else to do, with her older siblings already taking care of most of the chores around the house. Maybe the days spent simply gazing at the clouds or exploring nearby hills and forests gave her reason to appreciate her homeland – or maybe the slow life gave her room to be rather introspective. Either way, her early life was the quiet and uneventful one of a girl from a farming village.
She was living such a life of privileged insulation that she barely knew of the war troubles that Bern faced. Of course, the eldest two siblings in the family left to join the war, and sometimes Bernese soldiers would pass through her sleepy hometown, but past that, Deitheta was blissfully unaware of the tides of the war and just how bad it had gotten for her beloved country. She was simply a wide-eyed girl who thought the world of the soldiers that fought to protect her home.
But, Bern's luck in war didn't last forever, and neither did Deitheta's life of blissful ignorance.
In hindsight, Deitheta may have called the very air of that day a warning of what was to come – though by all means, it was a normal day. There were rumors, of course, of the Bernese advance grinding to a halt, but such things were never taken seriously – there was that ever present Bernese arrogance, that they were infallible, untouchable, that the great castle could never be penetrated by some Ilian upstarts – and if not that, there was simply the feeling that the war was far off. It had little do do with them, didn't it? They were farmers, not warriors, and no matter the fancies any one of them may have held, fighting was not what they did.
It was late in the evening when the war became real for those that lived in the village. Even to Deitheta's all-too-clear memory, however, it's hard to say exactly what happened first. Maybe first there was a clamor in the heart of town, or maybe first there was an eerie silence – or maybe first, Dei noticed that the clouds she loved to watch looked far more like smoke this time around.
No matter the beginning, though, the situation quickly escalated.
A unit of the Bernese military had been routed by the invading Ilian armies, and in their panic, they fell back to the village for protection and safety. That said, a panicked set of wyvern riders and a few cavaliers suddenly charging into the heart of their town only served to set the village into a panic as well, and the pursuing Ilian army only added to the chaos.
There's a few things that Deitheta can remember very, very distinctly. The soldiers, beaten, the fear in their eyes, even as a strong few turned and tried to defend the village. The strain in her mother's voice as she told Deitheta to run. Finally looking back upon what used to be her home – and seeing bright flames and billowing smoke.
…
Deitheta never actually found out what became of her own town. If it fell... if it was lit on fire by accident or otherwise... if anyone but her survived – she's too afraid to seek out the truth, and beyond that, it was just a tiny, forgettable little village. A blip on the map in the far-reaching chaos of Bern's death throes.
Soon enough after Dei began running, the 'infallible' keep of Bern fell. She remembers that clearly as well – the news, at least. She had fled all the way to another town along the Rhine river – though her clothes were torn and she was hardly in any presentable sort of state, they people paid her no heed. And who would, in the face of such terrible news? Bern? Losing? It was impossible. Even with Deitheta's sheltered upbringing, she found the news shocking, almost unbelievable. Bernese pride was something that had been drilled into her from birth - having no other outside opinion, of course she would love her own country. Having lost her home, the wounds still raw, this secondary defeat (though it was hardly a personal loss) was almost even more terrifying, almost even more miserable.
Dei stayed in that city for some time, for lack of a better place to go, but that could hardly last forever - especially when the Ilian controlled government began to demand tithes. It was a logical move for Ilia - a country of mercenaries that couldn't sustain itself on its frosty excuse for farmland - but an insulting, no, even cruel move for those who had just gotten through the war, who had lost so much, and for Dei, it only served to set in the harsh reality of Bern's fall. Occupation.
Because it wasn't enough to just take away her home and spit on the things that Bern held dear, was it?
Deitheta, for her part, couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand the idea of an Ilian leading her country, her home, especially after losing so much to them. She couldn't stand that they had to keep on giving up things to those pigs. It was enough to make her sick to her stomach - but a lost fourteen year old who was just barely getting by, more accustomed to wrangling chickens than fighting in any manner of the word was entirely powerless to object to the situation, much less even begin to fix it. It was just enough to make her feel trapped, sick, and hopeless. ...So, when a strange robed mage spoke to her, explaining that they would rather like to have an apprentice and helper back at their home, maybe it wasn't just the need to eat food that spurred the girl to follow them to their remote hideaway in the mountains.
She spent about three years there, learning how to properly channel magic and not send fireballs in the wrong direction. It wasn't too bad of a life, and perhaps a less tempestuous girl would have been satisfied living it... but Dei burned for more than just practicing in the snowy mountains, and no matter how remote the location, word eventually got around. Deitheta found herself exceptionally hard pressed to resist the call of the Bernese rebellion. Perhaps you could call her overconfident, or just an idiot in general. After all, she wanted to barrel into war while having just gotten to the point where fighting with magic wasn't an embarrassing affair - the thought was dangerous, and very stupid. Her teacher certainly expressed the same sentiments - but she paid them no mind, leaving her quiet hiding spot in the mountains to learn more about (and hopefully help) Bern's efforts to win its own freedom.
Class: Mage
Age: 17
Born in: Bern
Appearance: By all respects, she is a plain farmer's girl, from the Bernese countryside. While she's tall, her figure isn't particularly imposing, and while she's strong enough to calm some of the most catty of Bernese Chargers, she's hardly the strongest in the world – not even close. Her hair is a soft, light blonde – somewhat reminiscent of snow. Her eyes are an icy blue, and despite having spent more than plenty of time in the sun, she finds it difficult to sustain a nice tan, being a rather pale girl in general. Naturally, none of this helps her non-imposing figure – in fact, you might even say that she's bordering on delicate, her rough farmer's hands (and general nature) aside.
It's rather clear from her wardrobe what her favorite colors are – Deitheta is rarely seen not wearing black or blue or some combination of the two. The few times she isn't, she's wearing white sundresses, or otherwise plain and underwhelming clothes, reminiscent of her 'hick town' origins. In fact, despite her attempts to minimize her accent and be more like an upstanding Bernese citizen, it's hard to deny the fact that Deitheta is straight from the 'boonies' – despite her looks, she could never make it as a court lady.
She walks with a decided purpose to her step, even if she's simply wandering – she cuts the figure of someone that always seems to know where they're going.
reference
Personality: Somewhere along the way, Dei fell in love with her own land.
The sharp, imposing mountains in the heartland, the rivers and the creeks, the forests and the hills – all of it is important to her. In a sense, Deitheta is one that can continue to live for very little reason – while her life wasn't defined by poverty, there wasn't always a wealth of things to go around for a family with six children in it. The simplicity of someone who would get up at dawn and work the entire day, and go to bed with the sun is something she never tried to shake – and likely wouldn't even want to. At her heart, Dei is greatly motivated by the urge to protect her home, to never 'lose' her home - in this regard, she's a very earnest person, with plenty of friendliness and agreeability to go around for those that she considers allies.
For her allies, Dei is responsible, and beyond eager to learn. Though she isn't always patient, she does try to be an appreciatory sort – polite and kind, making sure to cross her t's and dot her i's. Dei isn't mature in every respect, but she certainly tries for friends - it's not uncommon for her to apologize for her more childish, or ignorant antics. She even has a sense of humor for her allies, even though it may border on a little bit cruel at times.
But then, there's that caveat. “Those that she considers allies”. Deitheta has a near dual nature when it comes down to things such as this – she has very little in the way of boundaries and morals when it comes to her enemies. In her regard, torture would be fine, as long as it was some Bernese traitor or an Ilian dog that deserved it. And of course, everyone in those two groups does, one hundred percent, deserve it. She can be very xenophobic, as well as hateful – if you brought it all the way down, you might find that Deitheta feels more than a bit victimized by the outside world, as if all the other nations are personally against everything she holds dear – “us against the world” taken to a near-paranoid conclusion. All she wants is to never lose her home again, and she hardly cares how much blood she has to spill to that end.
| likes | dislikes |
|---|---|
| + 'traditional' food + snow, calm days, clouds + dead ilians | - 'rich' food - people against bern/traitors - the "morally reprehensible" |
Story: The daughter of two peasants, and the third-youngest in a sibling set of six, you would be hard-pressed to find beginnings more stereotypically 'humble' than this. The house was rather... cramped, so to speak, with the many children running about, and so from a young age, Deitheta found joy in being outside over than being inside – when not helping father tend to the fields, there wasn't too much else to do, with her older siblings already taking care of most of the chores around the house. Maybe the days spent simply gazing at the clouds or exploring nearby hills and forests gave her reason to appreciate her homeland – or maybe the slow life gave her room to be rather introspective. Either way, her early life was the quiet and uneventful one of a girl from a farming village.
She was living such a life of privileged insulation that she barely knew of the war troubles that Bern faced. Of course, the eldest two siblings in the family left to join the war, and sometimes Bernese soldiers would pass through her sleepy hometown, but past that, Deitheta was blissfully unaware of the tides of the war and just how bad it had gotten for her beloved country. She was simply a wide-eyed girl who thought the world of the soldiers that fought to protect her home.
But, Bern's luck in war didn't last forever, and neither did Deitheta's life of blissful ignorance.
In hindsight, Deitheta may have called the very air of that day a warning of what was to come – though by all means, it was a normal day. There were rumors, of course, of the Bernese advance grinding to a halt, but such things were never taken seriously – there was that ever present Bernese arrogance, that they were infallible, untouchable, that the great castle could never be penetrated by some Ilian upstarts – and if not that, there was simply the feeling that the war was far off. It had little do do with them, didn't it? They were farmers, not warriors, and no matter the fancies any one of them may have held, fighting was not what they did.
It was late in the evening when the war became real for those that lived in the village. Even to Deitheta's all-too-clear memory, however, it's hard to say exactly what happened first. Maybe first there was a clamor in the heart of town, or maybe first there was an eerie silence – or maybe first, Dei noticed that the clouds she loved to watch looked far more like smoke this time around.
No matter the beginning, though, the situation quickly escalated.
A unit of the Bernese military had been routed by the invading Ilian armies, and in their panic, they fell back to the village for protection and safety. That said, a panicked set of wyvern riders and a few cavaliers suddenly charging into the heart of their town only served to set the village into a panic as well, and the pursuing Ilian army only added to the chaos.
There's a few things that Deitheta can remember very, very distinctly. The soldiers, beaten, the fear in their eyes, even as a strong few turned and tried to defend the village. The strain in her mother's voice as she told Deitheta to run. Finally looking back upon what used to be her home – and seeing bright flames and billowing smoke.
…
Deitheta never actually found out what became of her own town. If it fell... if it was lit on fire by accident or otherwise... if anyone but her survived – she's too afraid to seek out the truth, and beyond that, it was just a tiny, forgettable little village. A blip on the map in the far-reaching chaos of Bern's death throes.
Soon enough after Dei began running, the 'infallible' keep of Bern fell. She remembers that clearly as well – the news, at least. She had fled all the way to another town along the Rhine river – though her clothes were torn and she was hardly in any presentable sort of state, they people paid her no heed. And who would, in the face of such terrible news? Bern? Losing? It was impossible. Even with Deitheta's sheltered upbringing, she found the news shocking, almost unbelievable. Bernese pride was something that had been drilled into her from birth - having no other outside opinion, of course she would love her own country. Having lost her home, the wounds still raw, this secondary defeat (though it was hardly a personal loss) was almost even more terrifying, almost even more miserable.
Dei stayed in that city for some time, for lack of a better place to go, but that could hardly last forever - especially when the Ilian controlled government began to demand tithes. It was a logical move for Ilia - a country of mercenaries that couldn't sustain itself on its frosty excuse for farmland - but an insulting, no, even cruel move for those who had just gotten through the war, who had lost so much, and for Dei, it only served to set in the harsh reality of Bern's fall. Occupation.
Because it wasn't enough to just take away her home and spit on the things that Bern held dear, was it?
Deitheta, for her part, couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand the idea of an Ilian leading her country, her home, especially after losing so much to them. She couldn't stand that they had to keep on giving up things to those pigs. It was enough to make her sick to her stomach - but a lost fourteen year old who was just barely getting by, more accustomed to wrangling chickens than fighting in any manner of the word was entirely powerless to object to the situation, much less even begin to fix it. It was just enough to make her feel trapped, sick, and hopeless. ...So, when a strange robed mage spoke to her, explaining that they would rather like to have an apprentice and helper back at their home, maybe it wasn't just the need to eat food that spurred the girl to follow them to their remote hideaway in the mountains.
She spent about three years there, learning how to properly channel magic and not send fireballs in the wrong direction. It wasn't too bad of a life, and perhaps a less tempestuous girl would have been satisfied living it... but Dei burned for more than just practicing in the snowy mountains, and no matter how remote the location, word eventually got around. Deitheta found herself exceptionally hard pressed to resist the call of the Bernese rebellion. Perhaps you could call her overconfident, or just an idiot in general. After all, she wanted to barrel into war while having just gotten to the point where fighting with magic wasn't an embarrassing affair - the thought was dangerous, and very stupid. Her teacher certainly expressed the same sentiments - but she paid them no mind, leaving her quiet hiding spot in the mountains to learn more about (and hopefully help) Bern's efforts to win its own freedom.
