Post by Alsivor on Jun 4, 2008 17:12:39 GMT -8
Name: Aleda
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Rank: Caminar Sabedoria
Of middling height and build, with a head of wild dark curls and the swarthy coloring of her people, Aleda's attractiveness comes more from the way she moves than the set of her features. These are bold, almost mannish: a long nose, strong jaw, full mouth and eyes that are almost too lively with intelligence to be deemed properly feminine. These last are a rich, warm brown, amber in the iris shifting to reflect the young woman's moods. No dainty, pretty thing is she, with sturdy shoulders and broad, capable hands that give an impression of solid stolidity, until she moves. In motion Aleda is grace personified, counter to the seeming rooted quality of her build. She dresses in the typical manner of the Caminar: linen blouse, a bright vest and contrasting skirt of many colors, sweeping to ankle length.
Strong-willed. Passionate. Often merry. Aleda is striking perhaps for her frequent laughter and straightforward manner. In fact some might consider her to be startlingly forward, especially for a woman, given that she makes full eye contact with everyone she meets, even men. Her way of speaking also tends towards blunt, stating things aloud that others euphemize. It could be her profession, it could be her essential nature, but she sugar coats little. Independent almost to a fault, Aleda's hardly ever shy about sharing an opinion. This doesn't mean she's tactless - she does have at least some sense about when to speak and when to keep quiet, but she's not the sort to sit quietly by the sidelines and observe only. For all her forwardness, Aleda disposes of a certain rough-cut charm and she's well aware of how to use it to get her way. She has to be a part of things and this often leads to conflict especially with her father whose plans for her do not necessarily match her plans for herself.
Born into a large family, Aleda has stood on her own two feet from a relatively young age due to the size of her family. She's the fourth of nine, left independent more often than not or in the care of an older sibling instead of a parent since her next closest sibling arrived within a scant year and half of her own birth. Cute and charming and clever, she wrapped her father, Favio, around her little finger when she was a child. This only exacerbated her independent ways as her father let her do pretty much as she pleased.
Unfortunately this indulgence came back to bite Favio as she matured and crossed the threshold into young womanhood. As early as twelve, he was making noises about betrothals and she told him in no uncertain terms that she planned never to marry because there was no man out there good enough for her. Given her youth, Aleda's mother Carolina quietly suggested to her husband that they let Aleda have a little more time to grow up and give her something else to focus on. She was therefore apprenticed to another caravan's sabedoria when she was thirteen.
In spite of some initial resistance to the apprenticeship, that made her fold her arms and pout, acting like a brat with her mentor, she slowly found she had a talent for the work, especially with mixing delicate herbal healing formulas and the cadence of a woman giving birth and has grown to love her profession with a deep passion to rival any other passion in her life. Sadly when she returned to the family caravan when she was eighteen, presumably now ready to be married off as a respectable sabedoria, her parents found her even more intractable than before, secure in her knowledge as a healing woman with all the weight of seasoned, albeit still youthful intelligence behind her arguments now.
Aleda serves the family well, dealing with the usual breaks and scrapes and scratches with professional aplomb and has eased more than one troubled birth either within her family or in the wagons of others. She is therefore highly valued for her skill, though people are starting to cluck their tongues about he unmarried state, wondering when her father is going to curb her strong will and ensure she's appropriately matched off.
What Aleda keeps secret, is just how many affairs she's had with plantado men and one very particular Caminar young man. It started when she was still a teenager, sneaking away from the carts late at night when her aging sabedoria mentor nodded off. Usually at a Gather, she'd slip away for an hour or two to explore and test out the boundaries of this new world she'd discovered. Careful with her own herbal concoctions she's had no visible trouble yet, but walks a fine line if her family should find out. It's not that she doesn't love her family or her people dearly, but there's something in her, something restless, beyond the restlessness of the roads that makes her search for understanding not only among her own but on the outside too.
The gathering at Telgar is something she's been looking forward to for weeks and months. The Weyr is a fascinating place and with so many Caminar brought together, it's always interesting to meet the others, to speak with other sabedoria, to refine her knowledge and to deepen her understanding of the way of life both in and outside of the caravans.
Family
Father: Favio - clothier (51)
Mother: Carolina (48)
Siblings: Fulvio (32), Carina (30), Fidessa (27), Aleda (21), Silvio (19), Verina (17), Milo (15), Adrina (12), Fayar (10)
Grandfather: Fayar (75)
Grandmother: Savina (70)
Sabedoria Mentor: Giana (72)
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit?
Yes.
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Rank: Caminar Sabedoria
Physical Description
Of middling height and build, with a head of wild dark curls and the swarthy coloring of her people, Aleda's attractiveness comes more from the way she moves than the set of her features. These are bold, almost mannish: a long nose, strong jaw, full mouth and eyes that are almost too lively with intelligence to be deemed properly feminine. These last are a rich, warm brown, amber in the iris shifting to reflect the young woman's moods. No dainty, pretty thing is she, with sturdy shoulders and broad, capable hands that give an impression of solid stolidity, until she moves. In motion Aleda is grace personified, counter to the seeming rooted quality of her build. She dresses in the typical manner of the Caminar: linen blouse, a bright vest and contrasting skirt of many colors, sweeping to ankle length.
Personality
Strong-willed. Passionate. Often merry. Aleda is striking perhaps for her frequent laughter and straightforward manner. In fact some might consider her to be startlingly forward, especially for a woman, given that she makes full eye contact with everyone she meets, even men. Her way of speaking also tends towards blunt, stating things aloud that others euphemize. It could be her profession, it could be her essential nature, but she sugar coats little. Independent almost to a fault, Aleda's hardly ever shy about sharing an opinion. This doesn't mean she's tactless - she does have at least some sense about when to speak and when to keep quiet, but she's not the sort to sit quietly by the sidelines and observe only. For all her forwardness, Aleda disposes of a certain rough-cut charm and she's well aware of how to use it to get her way. She has to be a part of things and this often leads to conflict especially with her father whose plans for her do not necessarily match her plans for herself.
Background
Born into a large family, Aleda has stood on her own two feet from a relatively young age due to the size of her family. She's the fourth of nine, left independent more often than not or in the care of an older sibling instead of a parent since her next closest sibling arrived within a scant year and half of her own birth. Cute and charming and clever, she wrapped her father, Favio, around her little finger when she was a child. This only exacerbated her independent ways as her father let her do pretty much as she pleased.
Unfortunately this indulgence came back to bite Favio as she matured and crossed the threshold into young womanhood. As early as twelve, he was making noises about betrothals and she told him in no uncertain terms that she planned never to marry because there was no man out there good enough for her. Given her youth, Aleda's mother Carolina quietly suggested to her husband that they let Aleda have a little more time to grow up and give her something else to focus on. She was therefore apprenticed to another caravan's sabedoria when she was thirteen.
In spite of some initial resistance to the apprenticeship, that made her fold her arms and pout, acting like a brat with her mentor, she slowly found she had a talent for the work, especially with mixing delicate herbal healing formulas and the cadence of a woman giving birth and has grown to love her profession with a deep passion to rival any other passion in her life. Sadly when she returned to the family caravan when she was eighteen, presumably now ready to be married off as a respectable sabedoria, her parents found her even more intractable than before, secure in her knowledge as a healing woman with all the weight of seasoned, albeit still youthful intelligence behind her arguments now.
Aleda serves the family well, dealing with the usual breaks and scrapes and scratches with professional aplomb and has eased more than one troubled birth either within her family or in the wagons of others. She is therefore highly valued for her skill, though people are starting to cluck their tongues about he unmarried state, wondering when her father is going to curb her strong will and ensure she's appropriately matched off.
What Aleda keeps secret, is just how many affairs she's had with plantado men and one very particular Caminar young man. It started when she was still a teenager, sneaking away from the carts late at night when her aging sabedoria mentor nodded off. Usually at a Gather, she'd slip away for an hour or two to explore and test out the boundaries of this new world she'd discovered. Careful with her own herbal concoctions she's had no visible trouble yet, but walks a fine line if her family should find out. It's not that she doesn't love her family or her people dearly, but there's something in her, something restless, beyond the restlessness of the roads that makes her search for understanding not only among her own but on the outside too.
The gathering at Telgar is something she's been looking forward to for weeks and months. The Weyr is a fascinating place and with so many Caminar brought together, it's always interesting to meet the others, to speak with other sabedoria, to refine her knowledge and to deepen her understanding of the way of life both in and outside of the caravans.
Family
Father: Favio - clothier (51)
Mother: Carolina (48)
Siblings: Fulvio (32), Carina (30), Fidessa (27), Aleda (21), Silvio (19), Verina (17), Milo (15), Adrina (12), Fayar (10)
Grandfather: Fayar (75)
Grandmother: Savina (70)
Sabedoria Mentor: Giana (72)
Have you read Game Philosophy and The Rules of Tempus Fugit?
Yes.
