Excetera

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Excetera Eu'rosa
Race Prydaen
Gender Female
Guild Ranger
Instance Prime
Status

Played by Kittn.

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Description

You see Excetera Eu'rosa, Scout of the Therengia Infantry, a Prydaen Ranger.
Excetera has pointed ears and cat-slitted wide amber eyes. Her brown mane is long and thick, and is worn arranged in pigtails. She has sandy fur with brown points, a curving tail and a lithe figure.
She is short for a Prydaen.


She is wearing a carved white gold tailband inset with cambrinth claws, some snowy fur boots clasped with a row of silver-tipped fangs, a small tooled leather thigh bag, some fitted tawny gold leggings with leather-reinforced inseams, a suede gem pouch, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, an albredine crystal ring, a braided red gold ring, a simple pewter bracelet, some perfect firecat-skin leathers, a full-sleeved white linen shirt with an off-the-shoulder neckline, an elegant black traveler's rucksack, a white Therengian rose, a jade panther amulet, a silver kyanite gwethdesuan, a silver and opal isael, a soft silvery cowl, an indakar wren charm, some superior bison-hide gloves, a twisted black bone longbow wrapped in a torn acidic-green leather, a whorled white albredine ring and a platinum jadeite gwethdesuan.

Current Facts & Randomness

  • Naive, but curious. She despises insincerity above all things.
  • Is generally quiet, but when she does speak she has a soft but steady sort of voice with a hint of accent. {Fran from FFXII would be a good OOC reference for what she sounds like.}
  • Quite fond of creepy places, and generally enjoys being spooked out.
  • Raised to honor the 13, she is not a traditional prydaen in any sense of the word and generally blanches and balks at their ideals - dismissing them as heathen viewpoints. She also finds the exotic, smooth skin of the eastern races quite attractive.
  • Her favorite gemstone is jade of any color. She believes it is lucky.
  • She has 1 adventurous bloodkin brother named Morkim. The rest of her bloodkin family remains in Kaerna.
  • Is Ship's Master of the White Raven
  • Is a "Royal Scout" in The Northern Watch Brigade (Formerly known as SAR unit, now Royal Scouts)
  • Currently struggling with her opinion of the Therengian monarch, wishing to like him in spite of the disdain she holds for Nobility elsewhere.
  • Finds Aesry quite likeable as a good retreat when the ways of Therengian life confound her. She visits there whenever the opportunity grants itself.

Background

5 Lirisa 359 -- Kaerna Village, Prydaen Home

Eleven pairs of amber eyes watched quietly from a small bedroom as the midwife entered their house.

She was lying limply on a pallet made of straw and down feathers - blood stained the fabric that seperated the raw materials from her sand-colored fur. As the halfling midwife drew near, she attempted to move but the pain was too much. She whimpered, a pitiful sound, and shuddered instead.


Many anlaen passed, and the children in the bedroom grew restless. They paced the confines of their small area and chatted nervously in broken prydaenese until at last a sound from the other room drew them back to the doorway. It was a sound of a newborn kit screaming.

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She was the youngest of 12 children. She was given the nickname Excetera by the villagers at the time and it stuck as few wished to keep up with so many foreign-sounding prydaen names. As she grew, she was often bullied by her older siblings and at times she went without eating for there wasn't enough to feed them all. Many nights the kit went to bed bruised and hungry, wishing for all the world that she had never been born. But above all the fights and the emptiness in her belly, the kit had to live with the fact that she was the one who crippled their mother.

One rainy autumn night, it became more than she could handle.

Her oldest brother had been particularily cruel, plucking single strands of fur out of her tail until she lashed out at him with her claws. He struck back, knocking the kit clear across the room where she curled up in a ball at the foot of her mother's wheeled-chair. She looked up, hoping to see the prydaen smile, but instead there was a glossy look in her mother's amber green eyes. The woman did not even register her presence.

Later that evening as the large prydaen family slept, the four-year old kit stood in the open doorway of their residence and watched the icy rain fall. She reached her small furry hand out and allowed a few cold drops to pool in her palm. There was a wind of change blowing through Elanthia that evening. To the north, the death of a self-proclaimed emperor shook the lands, and the cries of hundreds followed. To the south, the big city was in an uproar over the execution of one Prince, and the re-coronation of another. A war was ending, and a new struggle beginning in the distant wastelands. High above, a red star gleamed in the overcast sky. She took a deep breath, drawing those winds through her tiny lungs, then stepped outside.

Her bare feet took her south, down the well-worn trade route that was still littered with signs of the war. Soldiers in gleaming armor appeared as demons in the lightening-streaked darkness as they made their way among the destroyed battlements, and the frightened kit fled off the road, into the blackness of the forest. There she pushed through briars thick with wild berries that tore at her clothes and flayed her bare arms and legs with criss-cross scratches. In spite of this she ran on, and midnight found the child in tears as she finally collapsed in an expansive clearing ringed with glowing mushrooms.

Exhausted, the kit just barely managed to sit up in time to see the saucer-shaped yellow eyes that appeared in the darkness at the far side of the clearing. There emerged a large black panther.

'Don't eat me!" The kit screamed and covered her eyes with her paws.

"I'm not going to eat you." The panther replied, speaking in perfect prydaenese, "I am going to show you the way home." It stepped towards the shivering child, then opened its maw. Frightened out of her senses, she fainted away as the large cat took her gingerly by the scruff of her neck and carried her off into the deeper parts of the forest.

Date unknown...

A young prydaen lass emerges from the great forest somewhere south of Kaerna village. She is clad in a ruined daygown that has too many times been altered by unskilled hands to fit her growing body. A small pouch of gemstones and coins bounces on her hip alongside a simple scimitar. Her belongings seem to be those of a pauper if not for the rich black silk cloak that adorns her back -- a gift from her guardian, and the sturdy weapons belt around her waist -- yet another gift from her teacher.

She makes her way north towards the village on sandaled feet. The signs of the war are gone now, and another struggle has ended in the far south while she had been secluded away from the world. Gates that had never been there before marked the entrance to the village in which she was born.

An aged prydaen in a wheeled-chair marked the house that was her distination. The woman was sitting in the front yard, watching two halfling children chase each other around the inn. From a safe distance, the youngest prydaen observed the house as her eleven brothers and sisters came out to retrieve their mother. A soft smile graced her feline-like lips.

When the lot of them were in the house, she crept up into the yard and left the bundle she had been carrying at the front door. Inside the sizable family would find food enough to last them many months. That done, she made her way back out of town, towards the bustling city in the south. There she would find a new teacher and a new path for her life.

Visual Reference

http://fullmetalkittn.deviantart.com/art/I-can-has-cupcakes-111102176 - Picture of Excetera
http://fullmetalkittn.deviantart.com/art/Excetera-s-New-Groove-120403477 - New outfit... sort of.

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