Excetera

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

Played by Kittn.

Description

Excetera Eu'rosa , a Prydaen Ranger
Excetera has pointed ears and cat-slitted wide amber eyes. Her bright green-streaked 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 white oak Elothean competition-balanced longbow, a suede gem pouch, a gold kyanite gwethdesuan, a gold jadeite gwethdesuan, a copper and sunstone isael, an elegant black traveler's rucksack, an antique gold firesilk corset with a sawtooth hem, a simple pewter bracelet, a platinum ring, an albredine crystal ring, a double-wrapped leather sword belt tooled with wandering rose vines, a thigh-length golden firesilk sarong knotted at one side, a small tooled leather thigh bag, some snowy fur boots clasped with a row of silver-tipped fangs and a carved white gold tailband inset with cambrinth claws.

Current Facts & Randomness

• Has struck a deal with the Captain of the White Raven, gaining the position of Ship's Master for the vessel, and is currently learning to sail, command and maintain the ship with the help of Pilot Alshara.
• Though she still clings to some measure of disdain/distrust she holds for all provincial leaders and nobility, she has (secretly?) grown fond of Baron Gyfford, and wishes to like him in spite of herself.
• Is a loyal member of the Northern Watch - a militia unit sanctioned by the Baron to protect and serve Theren.
• Currently can be found training hard on Aesry, preparing herself for war in a desperate drive to prove herself to friends and liege in Therengia.
• Has recently returned from a mysterious absence. She claims to have fallen into a deep hole and, unable to climb back out, had to dig her way to the other side of the planet to escape. It took a while to walk back.
• She calls the lands north of Lake Gwenalion home. She can be found wandering anywhere, but has recently taken up lurking outside of Theren's gate as it is close to her training grounds and usually peaceful.
• 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.
• Developed a fondness for sweets and cooked seafood that further distances her from the more traditional prydes.
• She usually does not speak much (unless she's had her paws on some of the above), but when she does she has a whispery but steady sort of voice with a hint of accent. {Fran from FFXII would be a good OOC reference for what she sounds like.}
• In spite of being a ranger, she does not like bugs. Is quite grossed out by them, actually.
• Her favorite gemstone is jade of any color. She thinks they bring her luck.
• Her mother and 11 of her siblings still reside in Kaerna, mostly oblivious to her existence( See background ).
• She has one bloodkin brother named Morkim (younger, born after she ran away) whom she's become familiar with and through whom she has inherited quite a large family in her time wandering.
• Also has been heard calling an Elothean Ranger named Thangor father, though obviously that can't be biologically true.

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.

But the forest would always be her home.

Visual Reference

http://fullmetalkittn.deviantart.com/art/I-can-has-cupcakes-111102176 - Picture of Excetera