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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;">Dark of skin and thin of arm, Chaie stands at five fulms and six ilms; way below average height for the average Highlander. Stress, malnutrition and dehydration suffered by Frida Rosespear caused her child to be born with many health deficiencies. A virtually inexistent immune system causes the girl to sicken with extreme ease- and it is visible at times. During particularly bad days- these happening too frequently for her liking- her dark bronze skin tone blends with an unhealthy pallor, resulting in an almost yellow tint.
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<div style="padding: 7px 4px;font-size:13px; color:#26212B;font-family:Georgia;">Dark of skin and thin of arm, Chaie stands at five fulms and six ilms; way below average height for the average Highlander. Stress, malnutrition and dehydration suffered by Frida Rosespear caused her child to be born with many health deficiencies. A virtually inexistant immune system causes the girl to sicken with extreme ease- and it is visible. What would undoubtedly be a lovely dark bronze skin tone blended with an unhealthy pallor, resulting in an almost yellow tint.
Mottled-looking skin usually coaxed with shea oils, obvious dark circles, blossoming in purples and dark blues, concealed with makeup; Wild, dull hair carefully taken care of, and on bad days, held up with cloths. Chaie carries the smell of lilies, sourced from a small cologne bottle she carries all the time, to hide the imaginary,  imminent smell of illness that she is constantly paranoid about emitting. Never is she seen without her family's emblem facepaint- one she proudly wears, applying the white thick.
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Dry, almost mottled-looking skin usually coaxed with shea oils, obvious dark circles, blossoming in purples and dark blues, concealed with makeup; dull, unruly hair held up with cloths.  
As for her bone structure, her jaw is soft-lined; her lips are plump and the most notable part of her face, and she is naught often seen without rouge on. Her eyes are thin and slightly upward-going, with bushy lashes and straight, concerned-looking brows. Despite being a very thin and small child on her childhood, as of a couple of years she has gained a bit more weight, partly because of her illness itself; something she is, for once, undoubtedly glad about. Rounded hips and quite full thighs accompany a soft stomach, with breasts on the fuller side- considering her shape and conditions. Her muscle definition is practically inexistant, and it is quite easy for almost anyone to beat her in a hypothetical fight.
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Chaie carries the smell of lilies, sourced from a small cologne bottle she carries all the time, to hide the imminent smell of illness that she is constantly paranoid about emitting.  
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Never is she seen without her family's emblem facepaint- one she proudly wears, applying the white thick, allowing the contrast between her skin and the paint to maximize the obviousness of the emblem.
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As for her bone structure, her jaw is soft-lined; her lips are plump and the most notable part of her face, and she is naught often seen without rouge on. Her nose is a bit thicker than average, and her eyes are thin and slightly upward-going. Despite being a very thin and small child on her childhood, as of a couple of years she has gained a bit more weight, something she is undoubtedly glad about. Rounded hips and quite full thighs accompany a soft stomach. Her muscle definition is practically inexistant, and it is quite easy for almost anyone to beat her in a hypothetical fight.
 
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! <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px; font-variant:small-caps;"><b>Mimina Rosespear</b> <i>relationship</i>.  <b>(</b>  <b>)</b> - <b>Adopted daughter</b></div>
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| <div style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:14px;">One fateful day, however, her lonely days came to a halt when in a business trip (if travelling to Ul’dah to treat an elder lady with joint pains counts), Chaie found a little whimpering sack in the floors of the back of Pearl Lane. Upon closer, concerned inspection, what was hidden would shock anyone- a newborn baby Lalafell, almost small enough to fit her open hand- burrowed in between sheets, alone and distressed. Chaie’s tenderness sensors flew off the radar, and in an act of perhaps thoughtlessness and brashness, she took the baby as her own- a thin baby, underfed and completely alone.. What kind of parent, genuinely worried for their child’s well being, would allow this?
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And so, Chaie adopted little Mimina- named after the Dunesfolk customs, judging by the film that covered the baby’s eyes; Mimina Rosespear.. Who her mother would paint the Rosespear family paint upon her little cheeks every day. Perhaps not her mother by blood, Chaie loves Mimina no less- to the point where she would do anything, -anything-, to ensure her daughter’s safety and happiness.
 
However, not even she can stop pain from coming to her child- she knows that her child will face much toils, and people willing to make her doubt herself and her family. She fears this openly- not willing to see her child in pain, becoming a growing and growing concern for the other. How can she protect her child from the scorn of people? What can she do to prevent this from happening? Can she even prevent it, or stop it from happening?
 
Many questions swarm the Sickmaid’s mind- about her people, her homeland, her brother, her daughter..Will she perhaps quell them all?.</div>
 
 
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Ooooh, young Chaie? She's a good girl, yes, that one- see, I had a horrible back pain, oooh! Horrible, yes, yes! So my friend, Hacinta, she told me, "I used to have horrible digestion, but my cousin told me of an Ala Mhigan maid in the East Shroud who can fix just about anything!" and so, dearest Hacinta went with the maidey, and you'll never guess- she was good as new! So I, myself, went to meet this famed lady.. My back was killing me, yes! It was horrifying! But the sweet little lady lit up some fine-smelling incense- not before serving me some fine tea and a good chat, she did- massaged my back down a bit- and cracked me right up! Oh, yes! Haha! How satisfying it was- crack, crack, did this old lady's back go- and never have I felt better! She gave me some peculiar herbs she told me to boil down to tea and drink every morning, so I did, yes- And I tell you, I'm good as new! My back is as strong as a young maid's! Oh, hahaha! Nophica bless that girl!" - ''Elderly hyur lady from Gridania.'' </div>
 
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Ooooh, young Chaie? She's a good girl, yes, that one- see, I had a horrible back pain, oooh! Horrible, yes, yes! So my friend, Hacinta, she told me, "I used to have horrible digestion, but my cousin told me of an Ala Mhigan maid in the East Shroud who can fix just about anything!" and so, dearest Hacinta went with the maidey, and you'll never guess- she was good as new! So I, myself, went to meet this famed lady.. My back was killing me, yes! It was horrifying! But the sweet little lady lit up some fine-smelling incense- not before serving me some fine tea and a good chat, she did- massaged my back down a bit- and cracked me right up! Oh, yes! Haha! How satisfying it was- crack, crack, did this old lady's back go- and never have I felt better! She gave me some peculiar herbs she told me to boil down to tea and drink every morning, so I did, yes- And I tell you, I'm good as new! My back is as strong as a young maid's! Oh, hahaha! Nophica bless that girl!" - ''Elderly hyur lady from Gridania.'' </div>
  
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> " What, the Ala Mhigan broad with the little Lalafell daughter? My sister's boy sometimes plays with her, er.. daughter. Heard she just arrived with the little babe a couple years ago- she was just a brat, herself! Too each their own, I guess, but isn't it a bit cruel to convince the poor child that's 'er real mother? Besides, that weedy lass' barely a woman herself, how can she take care of a child if she can't even take care of herself.. "'' - ''''Mother from the Hawthorne Hut.'''' </div>
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> " Ah, the poor thing.. She was in the Rosewood Stalls, buying groceries from my friend Francis, when she suddenly started coughing- incontrollably. Her breath was so very raspy, and her face was so very red- we feared she was going to die! When she stopped coughing, she seemed disoriented, and her forehead was burning to the touch.. But she quickly shook us off, whispering many little thanks as she left. I asked around what had happened to her- apparently she is fine, and that is a common occurence for her. I feel bad for the poor lady."'' - ''Merchant from the Rosewood Stalls.'' </div>
 
 
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> " Ah, the poor thing.. She was in the Rosewood Stalls, with her child, buying groceries from my friend Francis, when she suddenly started coughing- incontrollably. Her breath was so very raspy, and her face was so very red- we feared she was going to die! When she stopped coughing, she seemed disoriented, and her forehead was burning to the touch.. But she quickly shook us off, whispering many little thanks as she left, little lalafell in tow. I asked around what had happened to her- apparently she is fine, and that is a common occurence for her. I feel bad for the poor lady."'' - ''Merchant from the Rosewood Stalls.'' </div>
 
 
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "You won't believe what the lass gave me! I mean, I'm not angry.. It worked, aye.. But, I was so fucken' disgusted! ALright. So I had this weird itchin' going on in my back, right? So I go with the maid, quite pretty.. Not the prettiest I've seen but still pretty.. All good. She offers me shit; tea, snacks. All good. Then I explain, 'aight, I've got this weird itchin' going, ya got any creams for that?" So she starts askin' me all this shite, if I've been workin' around the Deepcroft or the manor or shit, so I go like, 'Yah, I had to do some rounds around the Deepcroft." So then tells me to wait, and she goes outside her hut. I hear weird shit going on outside, as in animal noises. Probably a dodo, I think? And she returns with a bowl filled with a dark soupish thing- and she tells me to take off my shirt. I'm freaked out by now, but do. She starts chanting weird shit- a weird, freaky song, I guess, and she pours something on me- I guess it was what was on the bowl.. but it's warm. And liquidy, and smells coppery-- this lass was pouring blood on my back! I'm freaking the shite out, but the worst thing is she starts to scratch my back- it didn't hurt, more like she was scrubbing. It was so fuckin' scary, mate. But at least the itchin' came right off- I have no idea what the fuck happened, to this day." - ''Alarmed Wood Wailer.'' </div>
 
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "You won't believe what the lass gave me! I mean, I'm not angry.. It worked, aye.. But, I was so fucken' disgusted! ALright. So I had this weird itchin' going on in my back, right? So I go with the maid, quite pretty.. Not the prettiest I've seen but still pretty.. All good. She offers me shit; tea, snacks. All good. Then I explain, 'aight, I've got this weird itchin' going, ya got any creams for that?" So she starts askin' me all this shite, if I've been workin' around the Deepcroft or the manor or shit, so I go like, 'Yah, I had to do some rounds around the Deepcroft." So then tells me to wait, and she goes outside her hut. I hear weird shit going on outside, as in animal noises. Probably a dodo, I think? And she returns with a bowl filled with a dark soupish thing- and she tells me to take off my shirt. I'm freaked out by now, but do. She starts chanting weird shit- a weird, freaky song, I guess, and she pours something on me- I guess it was what was on the bowl.. but it's warm. And liquidy, and smells coppery-- this lass was pouring blood on my back! I'm freaking the shite out, but the worst thing is she starts to scratch my back- it didn't hurt, more like she was scrubbing. It was so fuckin' scary, mate. But at least the itchin' came right off- I have no idea what the fuck happened, to this day." - ''Alarmed Wood Wailer.'' </div>
  
: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Hmm.. The Sickmaid? Oh, yeah, she lived here- the youngest of Frida and Mani, the pair o'tribesmen from the south. Her brother-oh, Duein, that boy- he was so different from his sister. Don't matter he was one of 'em Maaso; He was strong and tall, brave and kind- the perfect Ala Mhigan.. And he left to fight for it. Then she left- after him, I guess, but she realized she shouldn't be doing such dangerous things and settled in Gridania. Good decision.. How would a weak lil' runt who always mewled to her parents about feeling sick survive in the wild? This is the real world- and it's not pretty." - ''Little Ala Mhigan man.'' </div>
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Hmm.. The Sickmaid? Oh, yeah, she lived here- the youngest of Frida and Mani. Her brother-oh, Duein, sweet Duein- he was so different from his sister. He was strong and tall- the perfect Ala Mhigan.. And he left to fight for it. Then she left- after him, I guess, but she realized she shouldn't be doing such dangerous things and settled in Gridania. Good decision.. How would a weak lil' runt who always mewled to her parents about feeling sick survive in the wild? This is the real world." - ''Little Ala Mhigan man.'' </div>
 
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: <div style="font-family:Georgia;"><font style="color:#543950;" size="2">■</font> "Hmm.. That miss.. Dark skin, short hair? With white face-paint on? If it's who I'm thinking, she was the one who got into a fight a couple years back. Oh, it was horrible. There was blood everywhere, and she- a delicate little thing, she was- she was covered in blood. Her own blood, from her nose, from her mouth. Oh, dear. I think it was over something about Ala Mhigo- heard she got heated over her, ah.. tribe? Or so? I don't know what happened after, it wasn't my shift." - ''Alehouse Wench.'' "</div>
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Revision as of 22:04, 13 February 2017


XI -CURANDERA
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Hail to Earth / Hail to the Sun / whose rays illuminate all things. / Turn your eyes, look down, / see this destroying woman, / before she sets her bloody hands / may it all perish, / crash down in ruins.


Medea by Euripides [text 1260], translation by Ian Johnston



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GENERAL INFORMATION

Frida and Mani Rosespear, a merchant and a clothmender respectively, were two members of the Maaso tribe, a group of families living by the south of Ala Mhigo. The Maaso held many customs, like the tradition of 'emblempainting', where a newly-wed couple would design an emblem that them and their children would carry, until those children were to marry. The paint, a mix of jojoba oil, arrowroot powder and natural white pigment, was made by the family itself- and it symbolized pride upon one's family, unity, and equality amongst the families.

The Maaso often faced marginalization and scorn from city-staters, and had a long-running tense relationship with the Ala Mhigan government over territorial and resource disputes. But what seemed bad then suddenly took a gigantic downfall when the Garleans invaded Ala Mhigo, taking land and lives- city-staters and tribesfolk alike. Together, they fled to Thanalan, settling in small camps that would be what is known as Little Ala Mhigo. Hearing news of the camp, the pregnant Frida and Mani fled their town as soon as they could, only carrying what food and water they could take and their son, little Duein, in arms. Their youngest and last child, Chaie, was born with many difficulties; the bad situation Frida has to endure not only affected mother, but also child. A weak, fragile child; the first to sicken upon the winter's chill, one who stumbled in heaps upon the shortest of jogs. Yet the child, as she grew, was able to counteract the bullying and scorn met from her weak body with an aptitude for natural healing, and despite still being fueled with an incontrollable envy for her fellow Highlander children and their standard-fitting appearances and aptitudes, decided to take on healing as a way to help her parents earn their bread. Yet her brother, Duein, who was by all means the perfect Ala Mhigan, strong and kind, decided to help 'regain the motherland', as he said, and took on to one of the first revolutionary groups near the stronghold- disappearing since. The anguish proved too much for Chaie, who deeply cared for her brother, and decided to try and 'follow after him', taking on to Gridania, earning money through her healing that she would split for herself and her parents. And thus hs she lived, fragile little Chaie, healing with herbs and oils and animal bloods, massaging and cracking bones, praying and chanting and singing her patients' woes away.

APPEARANCE

Dark of skin and thin of arm, Chaie stands at five fulms and six ilms; way below average height for the average Highlander. Stress, malnutrition and dehydration suffered by Frida Rosespear caused her child to be born with many health deficiencies. A virtually inexistant immune system causes the girl to sicken with extreme ease- and it is visible. What would undoubtedly be a lovely dark bronze skin tone blended with an unhealthy pallor, resulting in an almost yellow tint.

Dry, almost mottled-looking skin usually coaxed with shea oils, obvious dark circles, blossoming in purples and dark blues, concealed with makeup; dull, unruly hair held up with cloths. Chaie carries the smell of lilies, sourced from a small cologne bottle she carries all the time, to hide the imminent smell of illness that she is constantly paranoid about emitting. Never is she seen without her family's emblem facepaint- one she proudly wears, applying the white thick, allowing the contrast between her skin and the paint to maximize the obviousness of the emblem.

As for her bone structure, her jaw is soft-lined; her lips are plump and the most notable part of her face, and she is naught often seen without rouge on. Her nose is a bit thicker than average, and her eyes are thin and slightly upward-going. Despite being a very thin and small child on her childhood, as of a couple of years she has gained a bit more weight, something she is undoubtedly glad about. Rounded hips and quite full thighs accompany a soft stomach. Her muscle definition is practically inexistant, and it is quite easy for almost anyone to beat her in a hypothetical fight.

Aspects That Stand Out:
Bright white face paint on face- two lines along the cheeks, with four lines of dots on each side; then three dots above the right eyebrow.
Thick lips are the first thing that's visible, then a slightly large nose, then the hint of dark eye circles.
A body too tall to be an average Midlander, yet too short for an average Highlander.

PERSONALITY

Chaie is, in many aspects, a very contrasting person; while there is a sheer passion deep inside her soul, the body she was born in shows naught an inch of that fire, instead providing only a flickering, fragile flame. This, of course, did not befit the standards of Highland ideality and beauty, resulting in a deep grounding bitterness and rage.

She is quick to burn out, and as such, much of her energy is stuck within her, forcing her to keep her emotions to herself. Thus, she is secretive, and spins from periods of self-pity and self-rejection with ease. Prone to intense envy and wrath, she is not one to place her mind above her heart, and when scorned, she will almost never forgive with ease. Very supersticious and negative in her thoughts, she can be described as a 'bitter' person by one who sees into her thought currents. While a deeply caring person to those she loves and cherishes, she can be a bit of a 'smother', and can quickly overwhelm with her manners of showing affection, and protection. Overbearing and overnurturing.

Despite her undeniable proneness to negativity and jealousy, she is a very strong sympathizer- and holds a very, very strong sense of condolence; a naturally nurturing person who wishes the best for her close folks and is wholeheartedly prepared to accompany them along the way. She is passionate, and easy to befriend; thoughtful, loyal, and eager to help. Likes her job as a healer, as she appreciates being able to improve people's lives without burning herself out in the process; she often likes to check on past patients to see how they are doing. However, she would rather take on adventuring in a job such as thaumaturgy- yet the danger upon her health would be far too great. Appreciates conversation, and likes being with individuals who she can joke with. Her speech pattern is quite peculiar, as she is often short of breath before finishing a full sentence; resulting in her taking breaths and sighs in-between words, and stopping talking before continuing once again.

Firm opposer of the phrase 'the ends justify the means', and very hesistant to cooperate with anyone who fares from Garlean lands. She is a firm believer of karmic processes, and avoids doing hurtful deeds. Quite clever, yet easy to become distracted during lectures and academic purposes. Loves cooking, but can't afford the costs often.

L I K E S

Long, warm baths. Not too hot or cold for her fragile health to endure, but something just comfortable enough to soak in.
Tactile sensation of fabrics. Growing up, her mother often went to Ul'dah to provision and buy goods to sell- and often did Chaie accompany her. Feeling silks, satins and velvet with her digits became a guilty pleasure for the girl.


D I S L I K E S

Seeing elderly people eating alone. Although not knowing what causes it, a deep anguish and compassion fills her upon seeing lone diners on restaurants and inns- despite oft eating alone herself.
Extreme cold weather.Has never visited Coerthas, and does not plan on doing so.

H O B B I E S

Cooking.Despite being far from a most outstanding culinarian, she is passionates and finds deep enjoyment and solace in the process of cooking- and is very, very proud of her chicken stew and will absolutely have anyone try it at all costs.
Interest in botany. Despite being abysmal at it.

S T R E N G T H S

Compassionate. Deeply sympathetic with people in situations of hurt and suffering.
Kind. Gentle-worded and of sweet wit, she is easy to talk to and gives off a comforting aura.
Clever. While not necessarily in the academic way, Chaie is ingenious and quite capable to fend a problem off herself.
Nurturing. Almost motherly. Cares deeply for her folks, and feeds kind words and caring actions.

W E A K N E S S E S

Envious. Very prone to jealously and envy, oft to those who has what she wants or needs.
Vengeful. Does NOT forgive with ease, and can hold a grudge for a very impressive amount of time- and will get her revenge, as petty or cruel as it might be.
Bitter. Often soaks in periods of self-pity and negativeness.
Supersticious. Averts her gaze upon seeing black cats, burns incense during new moons to attract good luck, sprinkles salt on the corners of her rooms to ward off evil spirits. It gets tiring.


M O T I V A T I O N S

Find her brother - Duein, who left for a revolution strike to the outskirts of Ala Mhigo; whether he is dead or alive, Chaie grimly reminds herself, she strives to know the truth of what came to her dear brother.
Secure her parents' peace - During their elder years, economically. She would also like to be able to have enough coin to donate to the Ala Mhigan revolution groups, alas she currently can barely pay for herself.
Settle down - And live a happy, stable life; continuing healing, but not having to worry about the money.



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RUMORS

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Some of these rumors are untrue, speculation, or are greatly exaggerated.

◢ Common Rumors - Easily overheard. Use these freely!
"Ooooh, young Chaie? She's a good girl, yes, that one- see, I had a horrible back pain, oooh! Horrible, yes, yes! So my friend, Hacinta, she told me, "I used to have horrible digestion, but my cousin told me of an Ala Mhigan maid in the East Shroud who can fix just about anything!" and so, dearest Hacinta went with the maidey, and you'll never guess- she was good as new! So I, myself, went to meet this famed lady.. My back was killing me, yes! It was horrifying! But the sweet little lady lit up some fine-smelling incense- not before serving me some fine tea and a good chat, she did- massaged my back down a bit- and cracked me right up! Oh, yes! Haha! How satisfying it was- crack, crack, did this old lady's back go- and never have I felt better! She gave me some peculiar herbs she told me to boil down to tea and drink every morning, so I did, yes- And I tell you, I'm good as new! My back is as strong as a young maid's! Oh, hahaha! Nophica bless that girl!" - Elderly hyur lady from Gridania.
" Ah, the poor thing.. She was in the Rosewood Stalls, buying groceries from my friend Francis, when she suddenly started coughing- incontrollably. Her breath was so very raspy, and her face was so very red- we feared she was going to die! When she stopped coughing, she seemed disoriented, and her forehead was burning to the touch.. But she quickly shook us off, whispering many little thanks as she left. I asked around what had happened to her- apparently she is fine, and that is a common occurence for her. I feel bad for the poor lady." - Merchant from the Rosewood Stalls.
◢ Uncommon Rumors - A little more difficult to hear. Use sparingly or ask first!
"You won't believe what the lass gave me! I mean, I'm not angry.. It worked, aye.. But, I was so fucken' disgusted! ALright. So I had this weird itchin' going on in my back, right? So I go with the maid, quite pretty.. Not the prettiest I've seen but still pretty.. All good. She offers me shit; tea, snacks. All good. Then I explain, 'aight, I've got this weird itchin' going, ya got any creams for that?" So she starts askin' me all this shite, if I've been workin' around the Deepcroft or the manor or shit, so I go like, 'Yah, I had to do some rounds around the Deepcroft." So then tells me to wait, and she goes outside her hut. I hear weird shit going on outside, as in animal noises. Probably a dodo, I think? And she returns with a bowl filled with a dark soupish thing- and she tells me to take off my shirt. I'm freaked out by now, but do. She starts chanting weird shit- a weird, freaky song, I guess, and she pours something on me- I guess it was what was on the bowl.. but it's warm. And liquidy, and smells coppery-- this lass was pouring blood on my back! I'm freaking the shite out, but the worst thing is she starts to scratch my back- it didn't hurt, more like she was scrubbing. It was so fuckin' scary, mate. But at least the itchin' came right off- I have no idea what the fuck happened, to this day." - Alarmed Wood Wailer.
"Hmm.. The Sickmaid? Oh, yeah, she lived here- the youngest of Frida and Mani. Her brother-oh, Duein, sweet Duein- he was so different from his sister. He was strong and tall- the perfect Ala Mhigan.. And he left to fight for it. Then she left- after him, I guess, but she realized she shouldn't be doing such dangerous things and settled in Gridania. Good decision.. How would a weak lil' runt who always mewled to her parents about feeling sick survive in the wild? This is the real world." - Little Ala Mhigan man.
◢ Rare Rumors - Very rarely overheard. Please ask before using!
"Hmm.. That miss.. Dark skin, short hair? With white face-paint on? If it's who I'm thinking, she was the one who got into a fight a couple years back. Oh, it was horrible. There was blood everywhere, and she- a delicate little thing, she was- she was covered in blood. Her own blood, from her nose, from her mouth. Oh, dear. I think it was over something about Ala Mhigo- I don't know what happened after, it wasn't my shift." - Alehouse Wench. "

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◢ Player Character Rumors - Some of these are more rare than others!
"Rumor." — Rumormonger.

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ಌ INFORMATION ಌ
Name - Chaie Rosespear.
Race - Hyur Highlander (Due to birth complications and childhood malnutrition and disorders, appears to a more Midlander-like physique).
Age - Twenty and three.
Name Day - Twenty-first sun of the second Astral moon.
Deity - Tentatively, Rhalgr; the destroyer.

Alias: The Sickmaid.
Citizenship: Born in Little Ala Mhigo, currently residing in Gridania.
Occupation: Alternative healer/phytotherapist, passionate yet unremarkable culinarian.
Hair: Jet black, neck-lengthed and unruly.
Eyes: Jet black. Very defined dark circles covered with make-up.
Complexion: Dusty, dark brown, with a marbled and sickly-like appearance.
Piercings: On earlobes.
Marks or tattoos: Rosespear family face-paint applied every morning.
Alignment: Chaotic good.
Key Items: Pot of hand-made white face paint, small containers filled with what seem to be herbs, oils and blood.
Favorite Food: Blood currant tart, Peiste stew.
Favorite Drink: Warm milk with honey.
Favorite Color: Loves vibrant oranges and pinks, but wouldn't wear them.
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