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| − | Born in the vague area of forestry where tribes often live, Rhis was raised as any other tribal would be. Lots of moms and some survival. Unfortunately for all parties involved, this did not create a normal Miqo'te. Her curiously wired head sparked to life once it was fed | + | Born in the vague area of forestry where tribes often live, Rhis was raised as any other tribal would be. Lots of moms and some survival. Unfortunately for all parties involved, this did not create a normal Miqo'te. Her curiously wired head sparked to life once it was fed teachings. These wires gently pulled her away from the other children. Her questions were uncomfortable and her stories were frightening. Her favorite animal was a snake and she couldn't be trusted for more than fifteen seconds with a sharp object in the room. Every other child surrounding her eventually found itself estranged by something, somehow. |
| − | + | With adolescence's arrival, Rhis' peaceful surroundings grew more hostile. The tables had turned! Kids no longer feared what they had come to call the cursed child when they could simply force it away from their world. They could push and shove their old phobia as they pleased, abusing it until it stopped existing and eventually, it did. With some help from the elders who still believed there was good in the child, Rhis spent most of her time with the artisans and hunters, hidden away inside of workshops and butcheries. With this, she learned of craftsmanship and of her talent in creating. She learned that one could turn darkness into beauty. She made very, very beautiful things. Beautiful, sharp gifts for the hunters that taught her how to make. | |
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| + | A few years later, as her teenage years began to fade, the tribe's secret prodigy was now old enough to make it on her own. Of course, her peers wanted her gone and her guardians wanted her happy. Everyone thought it was best for the cursed child to leave and so Rhis made her escape, off to the storied, busy world of civilization, where she would find more darkness than ever. The tribe was serene, next to the cities but more importantly, the tribes cared for her. Here, in the busy world of distrust and competition, there was no such thing. Arriving without preparation left Rhis unable to return home, leaving her with the same story as all the other street urchins roaming the streets, but not with the same skills. She was unprepared, but not unequipped. | ||
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| + | Some years passed and Ul'Dah became a comfortable home for a homeless young thing with an ace up it's sleeve. The weather was always comfortable, the people were rich and the booze was cheap. She would easily make a living selling anything her little knife could carve, saving up to buy more little knives, window shopping the big knives. On a day like any other, barging into every smith in town to see their work, she ran into a smith unlike the rest. A smith that knew her name and her interests. Her name was Alice, a midlander that would come to offer her an opportunity, a home and the reputable career Y'Rhis holds today. | ||
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Born in the vague area of forestry where tribes often live, Rhis was raised as any other tribal would be. Lots of moms and some survival. Unfortunately for all parties involved, this did not create a normal Miqo'te. Her curiously wired head sparked to life once it was fed teachings. These wires gently pulled her away from the other children. Her questions were uncomfortable and her stories were frightening. Her favorite animal was a snake and she couldn't be trusted for more than fifteen seconds with a sharp object in the room. Every other child surrounding her eventually found itself estranged by something, somehow. With adolescence's arrival, Rhis' peaceful surroundings grew more hostile. The tables had turned! Kids no longer feared what they had come to call the cursed child when they could simply force it away from their world. They could push and shove their old phobia as they pleased, abusing it until it stopped existing and eventually, it did. With some help from the elders who still believed there was good in the child, Rhis spent most of her time with the artisans and hunters, hidden away inside of workshops and butcheries. With this, she learned of craftsmanship and of her talent in creating. She learned that one could turn darkness into beauty. She made very, very beautiful things. Beautiful, sharp gifts for the hunters that taught her how to make. A few years later, as her teenage years began to fade, the tribe's secret prodigy was now old enough to make it on her own. Of course, her peers wanted her gone and her guardians wanted her happy. Everyone thought it was best for the cursed child to leave and so Rhis made her escape, off to the storied, busy world of civilization, where she would find more darkness than ever. The tribe was serene, next to the cities but more importantly, the tribes cared for her. Here, in the busy world of distrust and competition, there was no such thing. Arriving without preparation left Rhis unable to return home, leaving her with the same story as all the other street urchins roaming the streets, but not with the same skills. She was unprepared, but not unequipped. Some years passed and Ul'Dah became a comfortable home for a homeless young thing with an ace up it's sleeve. The weather was always comfortable, the people were rich and the booze was cheap. She would easily make a living selling anything her little knife could carve, saving up to buy more little knives, window shopping the big knives. On a day like any other, barging into every smith in town to see their work, she ran into a smith unlike the rest. A smith that knew her name and her interests. Her name was Alice, a midlander that would come to offer her an opportunity, a home and the reputable career Y'Rhis holds today.
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