Post by ginodotoshvyalni on Nov 22, 2016 14:37:51 GMT -7
Character Name: Seshat
Character & Description:
As she shuffles past you, you could've swore that she was an old woman, with her white hair, her milky white eyes, the way she used her staff to show her the way, but you were wrong, her hair that is pure white, contrasting to her dark but youthful skin of a woman who is just past maturity, eyes that saw more than you ever have, and a walk, even assisted with a staff, is more sure then you have ever been in your life.
"A witch."
You turn to face the young woman and her friend, who you did not hear approach you. "A witch?" you say, surprised.
"Yes, she goes around, telling people's fortunes just to hear stories from their lives. I don't know why she is here, but I wish she'll go and leave us alone."
The woman's friend piped up. "I don't think she's a witch at all, my mama's friend said she got her future told and all she had to do was tell her the story of when she got lost in the cave so many years ago."
You turn to look at the white haired woman, currently bartering for some apples it seems. "Maybe she is blessed, I have heard of people who have been blessed by the gods from the traders. Maybe, but who knows."
As you turn to walk away, you look over your shoulder one more time wondering if, maybe, you should've told her a story as well.
Background Information:
"Knowledge is the one sure thing that you can count on, it is as powerful of as the Gods themselves, but only those who go and seek, deserve it, and everything that comes with it."
An orphan, raised in one of the many temples of the great city, charity case if any, almost blind and useless, spent most of her time in the temples small library, studying everything. at night, she'll go to the markets and listen to all the stories the bards would sit and sing about.
She remembers one night, a bard entertaining by juggling knives caught one of his knives wrong and cut his hand, she immediately runs up and instinctively puts her hands on the bard's hand and heals his wound. The bard and all the onlookers were amazing that a child could perform a miracle like this. The bard after examining his hand looks at the child, and into her eyes, he gasped, "An oracle!"
She remembers him teaching her the little he knew, she remembers being frustrated at the lack of answers, she remembers leaving, she remembers walking down the road by herself, she remembers stopping at every village, only a few locals answering her questions.
She remembers so much, she remembers all that she has learnt, she will remember all that she'll learn.
Character & Description:
As she shuffles past you, you could've swore that she was an old woman, with her white hair, her milky white eyes, the way she used her staff to show her the way, but you were wrong, her hair that is pure white, contrasting to her dark but youthful skin of a woman who is just past maturity, eyes that saw more than you ever have, and a walk, even assisted with a staff, is more sure then you have ever been in your life.
"A witch."
You turn to face the young woman and her friend, who you did not hear approach you. "A witch?" you say, surprised.
"Yes, she goes around, telling people's fortunes just to hear stories from their lives. I don't know why she is here, but I wish she'll go and leave us alone."
The woman's friend piped up. "I don't think she's a witch at all, my mama's friend said she got her future told and all she had to do was tell her the story of when she got lost in the cave so many years ago."
You turn to look at the white haired woman, currently bartering for some apples it seems. "Maybe she is blessed, I have heard of people who have been blessed by the gods from the traders. Maybe, but who knows."
As you turn to walk away, you look over your shoulder one more time wondering if, maybe, you should've told her a story as well.
Background Information:
"Knowledge is the one sure thing that you can count on, it is as powerful of as the Gods themselves, but only those who go and seek, deserve it, and everything that comes with it."
An orphan, raised in one of the many temples of the great city, charity case if any, almost blind and useless, spent most of her time in the temples small library, studying everything. at night, she'll go to the markets and listen to all the stories the bards would sit and sing about.
She remembers one night, a bard entertaining by juggling knives caught one of his knives wrong and cut his hand, she immediately runs up and instinctively puts her hands on the bard's hand and heals his wound. The bard and all the onlookers were amazing that a child could perform a miracle like this. The bard after examining his hand looks at the child, and into her eyes, he gasped, "An oracle!"
She remembers him teaching her the little he knew, she remembers being frustrated at the lack of answers, she remembers leaving, she remembers walking down the road by herself, she remembers stopping at every village, only a few locals answering her questions.
She remembers so much, she remembers all that she has learnt, she will remember all that she'll learn.
