Sesi
| Sesi "Six" Hart | |
|---|---|
| Status | |
| Race | Rakash |
| Gender | Female |
| Guild | Barbarian |
| Instance | Prime |
AIM: SixHeartsOr
LJ: http://sixheartsor.livejournal.com/
RP: Heavy
PvP: Guarded
"The basic difference between an ordinary man and a warrior is that a warrior takes everything as a challenge while an ordinary man takes everything either as a blessing or a curse." -- Carlos Casteneda
Appearance
(Current appearance)
You see Fist Fighter Sesi Hart, Armsman of Therengia, a Rakash.
She has a triangular face with elegant arched eyebrows, tilted gold eyes and a pointy nose. She has cropped red-gold hair, with freckled skin and a lissome figure.
She is short for a Rakash.
She is an Underdog for a Rakash.
She is wearing a bright copper heart pendant on a red silk ribbon, the head and pelt of a cave bear, a weathered leather shoulder pack, a dark leather harness painted with fluffy pink bunnies, an open-necked white cotton shirt with rolled three-quarter length sleeves, a narrow gold engagement ring set with a fire opal heart, a pair of rugged khaki pants decorated with copper overstitching and a pair of knee-high oiled leather moccasins with brilliant scarlet laces.
(Moonskin)
She has a pointy-eared face with elegant arched eyebrows, tilted gold eyes and a pointed muzzle. She has a tri-color coat, a curving tail and a lissome figure.
A Not So Brief Word From Six
(The following is scribbled on a piece of pink paper with heart, star and butterfly-doodled margins.)
Hi hi! So, Leif (my journal) said that I should do the polite thing and talk a little bit about what it means to be me! Of course, you already know I'm fabulous, since you're here reading this now... but I guess I should do as he says. Ahem.
Many, many, many years ago (sixteen, give or take a year or two) I was born to a lovely Rakash couple in Riverhaven. I can't really tell you more than that because I don't know! Sure, I could ask my sister Istadet, only see we don't talk about our mutual parents much. It's complicated.
And why don't I know about them? Good question! They died. Now don't start reaching for your handkerchief and if you start patting me on the back going "There There" I can't really be held accountable for what will become of your hand. It was the plague, see. And it killed many, many, lots of people. I was real lucky, though. Not even a week (okay, maybe more then a week, but give or take or whatever. It wasn't really long at all, is what I'm trying to explain!) goes by and I'm adopted by the two nicest people you ever did meet...
What? Oh. Well, no. Istadet wasn't adopted by them. See. It's complicated. Honest! I don't know if the Orphanage was just silly-stupid with their paperwork or if they didn't realize that her and I were a matched set (I could understand why, though. I was tiny and perfect and adorably young. She was older and, let's face it, her road to being too-tall and gangly started early)... where was I?
The Orphanage. Not really much to say about it, because I don't remember I think. I just know that Nathan and Meghan Hart adopted me and called me Abigail Six. And I was a perfect child. Anyone telling you otherwise is fibbing, or being paid to def... defa. Nevermind. They're just being paid to spread rumors that are so not true about me.
(Can I skip ahead a few years, Leif? If I have to keep repeating how perfect my childhood is, my audience is going to dwindle. And what then, I ask you. WHAT THEN?! I won't have anymore autographs to sign and all the winged-heart pins I had made up to be sold for three gold will tarnish... and we'll be destitute, you and me. You'll have to flash your spine and flutter your pages to anyone that walks by just so we have enough to eat-- Oh. You're right. They're still reading this. Sorry!)
The Barbarian Guild and Me go way back. Way, way back. Ages and eons and at least to the time when my Papa's great-grandfather first picked up a sword and decided that it felt right in his hand. And he taught his son what it meant to be a warrior, the pride in defeating a worthy opponent, all of that stuff. Also how to find a good woman and settle down and raise adorable children. And his eldest son grew up to be my Grandpa, and he taught his children the way of the sword so that when his eldest son grew up to be my Papa he would have married a great woman, and built a great home, and adopted the most perfect little girl!
That would be me, by the way. Papa taught me all he knew and when he was done doing that, he sent me to the men and woman who had taught him all they knew and I'm still learning. Still growing. And there really is so very much I'd love to tell you about me, only see. I reached the end of the page! No more space and I'm sort of having to scrunch this all in there because I need to leave room for the hearts I'm going to draw in the margins, and the stars and the cute little butterflies (like the one that Erieck gave me) and all the symbols that do the whole pictures being worth many, many, lots of words and...