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− | + | * Aedida was born early in the midst of a snow storm around the eve of Starlight. Given the weather and harsh conditions of the turn, an exact date of her birth is unknown. A complex birth, it was a miracle that both mother and child survived and later thrived. | |
+ | * Upon reaching five or six, Aedida (Then known as only Vedís to her family and village) would have reached the age to begin following after her mother, responsible for being able to wake herself, dress for the day and prepare the fire for the morning meal as well as help around the kitchen and learn how to manage a household. However it was around this time that both of her elder sisters were expecting children of their own, requiring the aid of their mother to assist in caring for them. | ||
+ | * Without a mother's support and tutelage, Aedida's care was entrusted to her father and elder brothers. Too small to do much beyond following her brothers around, it was then that the men would take turns caring for her. Between them they taught her rudimentary stitches and mending, as well as her letters before she would begin school. | ||
+ | * When not tending to the lambs and adlgoats with her family, Aedida spent her mornings with the tutor and other children learning her letters and numbers. It was in the small school room that she excelled. The more she grew and shirked the meager lessons of becoming a wife, combined with the temple's disinterest in the young girl as a potential bride, the more she began to worry her family. While they mourned her dismal future and the knowledge they did not possess the title nor dowry to entice a husband for Aedida, they were relieved that during tantrums their daughter sought comfort and shelter with the village's wise woman where she began her studies in medicine and midwifery. Even if she were to grow alone, the position was necessary and therefore highly respected. | ||
+ | * At nine or ten years of age her village was approached by a Scholar of a small Academy in the Coerthan region known as the Peacemeet. Through means unknown to Aedida funds had been sent in advance to pay the tuition to see the youngest Ölldricht daughter through traditional schooling. Her father, spitefully taking advantage of what he knew to be a ruse, gave his blessings for her to attend. With a promise to continue her study of advanced medicine Aedida left for the Peacemeet in hopes of improving the lives of her people. While at the Peacemeet Aedida studied natural science, history and language. When not attending service in the church, she would learn martial skills with a lance alongside lessons in military tactics. When she would return to her family in the village every few moons she would show off her skills to the boys and girls of the village below. | ||
+ | * At fourteen Aedida would find the book that she would later take her 'name' from. Shedding the shameful provincial brand of Vedís, she adopted the pseudonym Aedida after Lady Aedida Dewin from the book of Mythos volume XI. Empowered by the ancient scholar's accomplishments in the arcane and military prowess despite all odds - it comes to no surprise that an impressionable young girl would mistake a mad woman's hubris for strength, something she would later learn many turns later as a young woman speeding dangerously towards the same tragic, early end. | ||
+ | * At seventeen Aedida would have sat for an exam that would later result in a letter of recommendation to continue her education in the sciences in the city state of Ul'dah. It would not be another turn that she would be accepted, barely passing and receiving her certifications in the natural sciences as well as History. | ||
+ | * At Eighteen Aedida set out for Ul'dah, having spent several moons with her family convincing them of the importance to learn more of Alchemy from the physickers and chirurgeons of Frondale's. With the expectations she would return within two turns, they begrudgingly gave her leave providing her with a bare minimum of gil and supplies in order to reach the city. | ||
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General Information . Appearance
One's first impression upon spotting Aedida in a crowd would be Uninspired. With her dark hair cropped short it would take a second glance to notice the the delicate and intricate weave of braids in the thick mass, the light catching it at the right angle to bring out its earthen tones. Within the braids Aedida wears beaded jewelry as decoration; carved bone to painted wood creating an image of composure and lost culture in her otherwise unadorned appearance. The beads vary in size and shape, though all distinct and unique they bear the mark of an expert craftsman with a fondness for detail. The sets rotate without a pattern or purpose, just as she braids her hair in whatever fashion she fancies at the time. The effect is whimsical yet balanced with her austerity.
Her eyes, however, tell another story. Glassy as the reflection of a full moon on water; an imperfect mirror warped and ever shifting, obscuring the depth below. The faint gray, lingering on the edge of violet, is a trait of her Clan known to her and her own as the Augu Vindur. Their light colour and faint pupil give the impression of cataracts though her vision, poor as it is, is in perfect health. Often lacking in honest emotion contrary to her personality, they are nonetheless striking on their own and could be described as unnerving.
Aedida's most notable feature would be a dark mole beneath the corner of her left eye, all other moles covered or swathed in clothing too large for her narrow frame. Her complexion is clear beside a smattering of freckles that cross over her nose from cheek to cheek, easily disguised by a dusting of cosmetics. It is a sign of vanity that she bears no visible damage to her face outside of the redness of her eyes and the dark circles beneath from a lack of sleep and proper rest. Were one to brush the hair from her eyes the may see a small thin scar disappearing into the dark mane. Stripped of her clothing she is fair of skin without any indication suggesting she spends a large amount of time outside in the sun. She bears another handful of distinct scars and markings, the old wounds showing signs of immediate and expert treatment. Blossoming from her heart are veins more blue and distinguished than the rest beneath her near transparent skin; the dark branches stretching toward her left shoulder before fading. The faint touch of spider-like tendrils curving down her left arm only to fade near the elbow as though struck by lightning. On her left there are two scars from projectiles, one just over her tenth rib, and another not much lower. The tissue is clean, showing both sign of surgical treatment and immediate aid of magic, the location of the lower more fatal than the other. Physically, Aedida is small even by Highlander standards, at five fulms tall she is hardly imposing. She hides her physique beneath large, heavy clothing. Her body is androgynous and thin but delicately toned. While she does not give the impression of being exceptionally strong, she is not as malnourished as she first appears either. The woman would appear to be built for climbing and running long distances.
Every morning Aedida bathes herself in the manner of the girls of the brothel would, with whom she learned from. Her routine is simple and without fuss, cleaning herself head to toe occasionally in a state of half-dress as she prepares for her day. Even if she is running late she will do the least required of her as she is not fond of appearing in public, or in front of friends, unwashed. Wearing a modest amount of powder and khol, and lacquer on her nails, Aedida does not often spend an inordinate amount of time in front of a vanity table. However, where she lacks in rouge she makes up for in her choice of scents and perfumes. From the heady fragrance of a pure Heather, to the exotic distilled essence of fennel and sandalwood, she will always leave behind a warm impression on the senses as she leaves the room. Aedida's wardrobe is simple and sparse. With her gil going elsewhere, she does not find herself with enough left over to purchase attire suitable to her preference in style or in her own size. Her clothing is all second hand, purchased from stalls known for their thriftiness, and discarded articles from her friends. Each piece has been hand mended many times over, her favoured shirts often thin in the elbows and shoulders where the suspenders have worn the hempen fabric threadbare. As with her clothing, her shoes also bear the scuffs and worn soles - her commitment to keeping things despite their declining value and high maintenance highlighting her stubbornness and distaste for waste.
Personality Stubborn, Vexing, Confusing - all words used to describe Aedida at one time or another. Aedida is a a woman of extremes, her capricious social attributes often catching others off balance. On the surface she is cordial and perfectly sensible, offering advice when prompted and lending her undivided attentions to a friend in need. When she is feeling in a particularly disruptive mood, or she senses the energy in the room has swung too far in one direction she will pick apart the conversation to tease her companions or sober them with undeniable truths. As a Physicker of Frondale's Phrontistery Aedida often assisted in the children's ward where she found a penchant for getting attention in ways other than possessing a commanding voice. She uses this talent for persuasion (and manipulations) in other areas of her life with varying degrees of success, earning her both the praise and ire of her peers depending on where they stand. Because of this it is no surprise to her that people find her motivations suspicious or selfish. However, as selfish as Aedida is, she strives to be (and do) good in most aspects of her life. Devoted to her friends, she would follow her closest companions to the ends of the mortal plane if it meant not only demonstrating her commitment to them, but to also protect them from harm. As a physicker and chirurgeon she cares deeply for the health of others to the point of neglecting her own. Self sacrifice is her greatest weakness and notable negative trait. Aedida would rather do for others and live a life of service than to ask for help or admit to her own desires. These things, borne of her schooling and heritage in the Northern mountains, are traits she has not been able to shed from her youth. Raised to serve her clan as midwife and healer, she can only see a future in what she feels is her duty. Prior to the Calamity Aedida was a cheerful young woman, mature yet happy to join in the revelry of her friends. She rarely drank to excess or exercised her freedoms liberally once away from home. Since, however, she has experienced a fair number of accidents and loses. She numbs the bitterness of war and the painful memories by smoking heavily in private - a somnus pipe not far from reach in the darkness of her private quarters. Now living carelessly like her time cannot be taken away, Aedida engages in risky behaviour and relationships. Picking losing fights in the Lanes of Ul'dah and the market wards, as well as loitering long after hours in the slums. She wiles her sleepless hours away memorizing the city's limits (as well as her own) in her pursuit to a slow end, having met many who would do both good and harm to her, taking both in stride and making no commitments. This seemingly emotionless exchange of words and deeds gives the impression of aloofness, neither caring if a turn down one street will be her last or if she will find meaning in her deliveries to those who suffer. It is in caring for the sick in these areas of the city that Aedida finds herself tethered to the present. While it is difficult, she does wish to live and will seek purpose wholeheartedly whenever possible. A follower through and through, in desperation she looks to those who lead with admiration and dedication even if it brings her ruin.
Aedida's voice possesses a unique quality to it, a broken rasp just a hair above a whisper, mature yet soft - cut with her heavy northern accent. She rolls her R's, and clips every D with an added T. Her tone has a musical quality, teasing light with a suggestion of a secret. In some instances it could be considered seductive, a lure all on its own to gain attention where she cannot raise her voice.
She never uses contractions when speaking eorzean merchant common, lending her speech a formal edge. When speaking her mother tongue she speaks more fluidly and swiftly.
Aedida never swears or uses curse words in common, nor does she use euphemisms or suggestive remarks. This can lead to a misunderstanding of her innocence, but as she is not fully fluent in common it is one's understanding she does not speak often and when she does it is careful and deliberate. Or at least, she does try.
Aedida's philosophy in life is that in mercy she will find herself closer to Rhalgr and to the Gods, and where she might find forgiveness in her own sins. She would not suffer to watch another in pain if she could ease it - and she could not bear to be the hand to deliver punishment without quick end. To her, the end must justify the means - even if they seem cruel, they must be quick and painless. When she is nervous she rubs the back of her neck and paces, and when she is enthusiastic or desperate in her emotions her gestures become full bodied. Preferences
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