Cera
Unlucky Member
Name: Berit
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Weight: 180 lbs
Height: 5'8"
Quotes:
"... I don't like where this is going."
Description:
Tall, with white hair pulled back into braids that are looped and tied down near the nape of her neck, Berit does her best with the aid of hood and bangs coming down right above her eyebrows to hide the damning mark of the Solar permanently imposed on her forehead. Though the hood shrouds her face, high cheekbones, full lavender colored lips, a rounded chin and a strong wide nose can be made out if she happens to focus her intense grey eyes on you. Aside from a few parts of her face, only her fingers, visible due to her fingerless leather gloves, show her dark mocha colored skin. Fingernails cut short and hourglass figure hidden under a bulky reinforced buff jacket, she does as much as she possibly can to avoid drawing attention to herself, instead choosing to fade to the background. Her clothing is a variety of greys, greens, browns and whites and suited for various times of the year in the forest. Berit is slightly heavy set, muscular from two years of running through the forests, guarding the shrine of the Illumniated and the village it serves.
History:
When Berit opened her eyes for the first time in her new life, the world was bright, cold, and still without sound. Her vision blurred and senses so dulled, she could not at first tell if she was even alive. She lay there for what seemed like hours contemplating this idea, turning it over in her mind carefully as if it were a treasured keepsake, her only link to the possibility of existence. Gradually, as the bite of cold worked it's way though her consciousness, she started to notice hushed sounds around her in the otherwise deafening silence.
Her own heartbeat was the loudest followed by her breathing, both confirming that she was indeed still with the living. Testing her fingers, she flexed them with some pain. They had been in a gripped position for some time and it was an effort to straighten them out. Movement in her joints came no easier. Shifting around slightly, she noticed a warm mass curled up against her side. This something moved against her, stretched. It was also breathing. It opened it's eyes and regarded her with what appeared to be concern at first and then delight at her awakening. Gently it nudged her and started to purr, wrapping it's soft tail across her hands and torso, and extinguishing some of the misery caused by the cold. The large cat was familiar to her, recognizable only on an emotional level. Several images flashed in her mind confirming their acquaintance as she gave it a gentle pat on the head.
A bit more aware, she rubbed her eyes, brushing the film away so she could see exactly where she happened to be. Twisted roots wove in and out amongst one another to form a solid base to the structure, then reached to the sky, creating a rather sizable enclosure. Upon inspection, it seemed she had woken up in a natural gazebo, sheltered from the snow and chilled wind.
A soft glow caught her eye. Before she could see what it was, footsteps could be heard breaking through the top crust of the snow, moving towards her. Quickly she pocketed the small glowing stone and sat up as best she could.
This memory is significant to Berit because it is the first fully formed recollection she has. Upon becoming an exalt, something happened that caused her to lose most of her past. Everything comes in flashes and strong emotions to her, but due to having only a fraction of any given memory she doesn't correctly identify which emotions go with which actions. Muddled faces, soft voices that don't fully form words and phantoms of touch come and go as they please, never truly reveling what happened during the first 26 years of her life.
The following two years flowed by quietly with no more bouts of memory loss. Instead, she was a good student of the shrine, focusing on honing her healing skills while learning the art of being a ranger in protection of the town. She was known throughout the small village and mostly kept to herself, using the quiet time she was given to meditate on everything that had happened and what the village elders thought it meant.
Personality:
Berit is a confused soul for lack of a better explanation. So many portions of her early memory are missing that she has very little emotional material to draw from when engaged in conversation. The feelings are there, but she has no way to relate them back to situations so many of her responses are flat or understated in comparison to what she is actually feeling, save for the occasional outburst at mistreatment of others. She has an extreme dislike for over the top behavior and will shy away from loud noises if she possibly can, melting into the background as best she can to not be caught up in it.
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Weight: 180 lbs
Height: 5'8"
Quotes:
"... I don't like where this is going."
Description:
Tall, with white hair pulled back into braids that are looped and tied down near the nape of her neck, Berit does her best with the aid of hood and bangs coming down right above her eyebrows to hide the damning mark of the Solar permanently imposed on her forehead. Though the hood shrouds her face, high cheekbones, full lavender colored lips, a rounded chin and a strong wide nose can be made out if she happens to focus her intense grey eyes on you. Aside from a few parts of her face, only her fingers, visible due to her fingerless leather gloves, show her dark mocha colored skin. Fingernails cut short and hourglass figure hidden under a bulky reinforced buff jacket, she does as much as she possibly can to avoid drawing attention to herself, instead choosing to fade to the background. Her clothing is a variety of greys, greens, browns and whites and suited for various times of the year in the forest. Berit is slightly heavy set, muscular from two years of running through the forests, guarding the shrine of the Illumniated and the village it serves.
History:
When Berit opened her eyes for the first time in her new life, the world was bright, cold, and still without sound. Her vision blurred and senses so dulled, she could not at first tell if she was even alive. She lay there for what seemed like hours contemplating this idea, turning it over in her mind carefully as if it were a treasured keepsake, her only link to the possibility of existence. Gradually, as the bite of cold worked it's way though her consciousness, she started to notice hushed sounds around her in the otherwise deafening silence.
Her own heartbeat was the loudest followed by her breathing, both confirming that she was indeed still with the living. Testing her fingers, she flexed them with some pain. They had been in a gripped position for some time and it was an effort to straighten them out. Movement in her joints came no easier. Shifting around slightly, she noticed a warm mass curled up against her side. This something moved against her, stretched. It was also breathing. It opened it's eyes and regarded her with what appeared to be concern at first and then delight at her awakening. Gently it nudged her and started to purr, wrapping it's soft tail across her hands and torso, and extinguishing some of the misery caused by the cold. The large cat was familiar to her, recognizable only on an emotional level. Several images flashed in her mind confirming their acquaintance as she gave it a gentle pat on the head.
A bit more aware, she rubbed her eyes, brushing the film away so she could see exactly where she happened to be. Twisted roots wove in and out amongst one another to form a solid base to the structure, then reached to the sky, creating a rather sizable enclosure. Upon inspection, it seemed she had woken up in a natural gazebo, sheltered from the snow and chilled wind.
A soft glow caught her eye. Before she could see what it was, footsteps could be heard breaking through the top crust of the snow, moving towards her. Quickly she pocketed the small glowing stone and sat up as best she could.
This memory is significant to Berit because it is the first fully formed recollection she has. Upon becoming an exalt, something happened that caused her to lose most of her past. Everything comes in flashes and strong emotions to her, but due to having only a fraction of any given memory she doesn't correctly identify which emotions go with which actions. Muddled faces, soft voices that don't fully form words and phantoms of touch come and go as they please, never truly reveling what happened during the first 26 years of her life.
The following two years flowed by quietly with no more bouts of memory loss. Instead, she was a good student of the shrine, focusing on honing her healing skills while learning the art of being a ranger in protection of the town. She was known throughout the small village and mostly kept to herself, using the quiet time she was given to meditate on everything that had happened and what the village elders thought it meant.
Personality:
Berit is a confused soul for lack of a better explanation. So many portions of her early memory are missing that she has very little emotional material to draw from when engaged in conversation. The feelings are there, but she has no way to relate them back to situations so many of her responses are flat or understated in comparison to what she is actually feeling, save for the occasional outburst at mistreatment of others. She has an extreme dislike for over the top behavior and will shy away from loud noises if she possibly can, melting into the background as best she can to not be caught up in it.