Post by midnightscribe on Mar 1, 2012 22:47:44 GMT -5
What would you like to be called OOC? Scribby, Midnight, Scribe, or any combination of the aforementioned.
Recruited by: HG
Email: queenofcheeseland@yahoo.com goes directly to my phone, should you need me.
Character
Name: Teowyn (tay-oh-win)
Age: 24
Gender: female
Rank: Journeyman Healer
Emphasis: The Mind, she enjoys studying the mind, differences in thinking, analysis of behavior, disorders, just enjoys finding out what makes people tick. On Earth she’d be a clinical psychologist, and prefers to work with individuals, but on occasion works with couples. It should also be noted, she can function as a “regular” healer.
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
Family:
Paternal Grandfather: N’maras, bronzerider (deceased)
Paternal Grandmother: Layona, crèche nanny (deceased)
(many aunts and uncles and cousins and the what have you)
Maternal Grandfather: Teofil, farmer/cotholder (deceased)
Maternal Grandmother: Marwyn, farmer/cotholder (deceased)
(several aunts and uncles with a plethora of children all at the cothold.)
Father: Nikolay, healer (50)
Mother: Amaretta, cook (43)
Sister: Niketta, crèche nanny (22)
Brother: Amanik, candidate (19)
Sister: Amalaya, candidate (17)
Brother: Nikoret, apprentice healer/candidate (15)
Son: Teothur (2)
Nephew: Nikolan (2) son of Niketta
Nephew: Byltonik (1) son of Amanik
Appearance:
www.accesshollywood.com/content/images/106/230x306/106084_morena-baccarin-arrives-at-the-premiere-of-skeleton-key-at-universal-studios-cinema-at-universal-cit.jpg
(face claim Morena Baccarin)
Teowyn is average height for a woman, with a soft, curvy body. While she is in shape, she lacks the hard athletic bodies of many female riders, not that she’s jealous. She tends to wear soft fabrics that accentuate her feminine form. She prefers to dress to the nines and don the airs of a Lady. She wears professionalism and elegance as one might a glove.
Her face is heart-shaped, her nose long and thin, and the rest of her features largely fill up her face. Long, thick eyebrows arch above her large eyes, the pools of which are nearly black. Her lips are plump, and if one studies closely, give away what her eyes do not. All this is framed by long, black curls that fall well past her shoulders, and being that she is neither rider, nor laborer, she is free to leave her hair loose as she pleases. Her hair is one of her greatest vanities.
She is always extremely well groomed, and bathes daily in scented water. Teowyn is something of a perfectionist when it comes to appearance, and never is a hair out of place, a garment worn twice (before washing), nor will she leave her small room without being immaculate and feminine.
Personality:Accompanying a well taken care of body is a supple and curious mind. Teowyn likes to think, and over-analyzing comes as breathing to her. She is an intellectual, but she does not lack civility and social conscious. Teowyn is very scientific when it comes to her decisions, and while she does enjoy being wooed, she does not fall “in love” or would consider herself a romantic in the lovers sense. She takes lovers almost casually, but she is picky and never talks about them afterwards. She chose the father of her son, Teothur, logically and after much consideration. Not that the father knew that. Most of her plans and thoughts are never uttered aloud.
Teowyn is kind, and understanding. She’s patient and compassionate, these things are integral to her occupation. She does not ridicule or make fun, nor is there a sarcastic bone in her body. Most people feel at ease immediately with Teowyn, there is a tranquil feeling about her that transfers to the private chamber in the infirmary in which she sees patients. She speaks almost as softly as her personality, and has rarely had to ever raise her voice. She speaks firmly when needed, but has never yelled in her twenty-four turns. Unless perhaps you count her terrible twos, but even then, her mother might protest.
Above all else, she is discreet. Teowyn is a private person. You are on a need to know basis and you don’t need to know. Teowyn will never talk about her patients, rarely about her past, and especially not her sexual partners. Perhaps her attention on the other person and lack of herself in a conversation is what people seem to like about Teowyn. She is a listener, and an advice giver, but she never seems to but in about herself or try to “out do” any one when placing concerns.
Many people remember Teowyn; about her craft, her fashion sense, what she looks like and what it feels to be around her, but it is usually turns later when some one goes to recall just “who” Teowyn is and realizes they don’t know the first thing about her. Even if they consider themselves one of her best friends.
Hobbies/Skills:
As a healer, Teowyn of course has many turns under her belt dressing wounds, making numbweed (though since her journeymanhood, she spends more time applying and prescribing it than making it), setting bones, reducing fevers, making more complicated cures with herbs and plants found around the Southern Continent.
She has a hobby of keeping anonymous records of mental peculiarities she has come across using papyrus (I thought I read somewhere the Southern Continent has papyrus like the Egyptians, correct me if I’m wrong!). When she has spare time she uses reed to make her own papyrus or buys it when she can. She has a chest of such papers bound in leathered scraps of skins and twine. It is both her hobby, and her belief that maybe one day some healer after her may come across a problem of the mind they cannot resolve, and she can help them. Absolutely NO ONE is allowed near this chest now, however. And she would probably tackle anyone who tried to open it with out permission.
Pets: none, though she has this fondness of calling her son “My pet”.
History: Some say the mind is a puzzle, still others say it is a woven tapestry, but I say the mind is a distant plain, and no two minds are the same, just as no two tracts of land are the same. If you take the time and talk with someone, you can explore this land: see where there are hills, and trees. In the cases of some people there are great pits and rugged mountains. The mind never ends, it just goes on, you cannot destroy a mountain once it is there, but you can help a person climb it and get over it. They can learn to not be afraid of their past. That is what I want to do. Help them climb their mountains. – Teowyn
Growing up, Teowyn loved to hear the story about how her father met her mother, and so, Nikolay would tell the children in dramatic fashion, “the most ordinary story you will ever hear.” Teowyn’s father was a son of Refuge Weyr, who had trained as a healer. He liked to get out of the Weyr, and whenever the cotholds needed a healer for more serious matters, Nikolay was always the first to volunteer. He went to this farming cothold where a boy had broken several bones and was slipping in and out of consciousness. He could not help but notice a young woman there who had the beauty of the sun and earth in her. The sun had kissed her skin, but her hair her body belonged to the earth. She was strong, but feminine, her hair was dark like the richest soil. Though her eyes were almost golden, the honey brown that they were. Nikolay had made excuses to check on her brother, even after he knew the boy had healed, all just to take a glimpse of this woman with one foot in the heavens and on firmly on the ground. Amaretta was not some dreamy daughter of a lord, Amaretta was smart, and she put Nikolay through tests. If he wanted her love, he’d have to prove himself as the best man to be her mate. And he’d tell all the trials he’d go through and the men he’d have to beat, all the while Teowyn’s mother would laugh and claim it wasn’t true! That she was a lot nicer than Nikolay made her sound! And most of all, how Nikolay loved not only Amaretta, but learned to have a great fondness to the old cotholders Teofil and Marwyn. Teowyn would learn later that these two became the parents Nikolay never had, but wished he’d had. Nikolay was a crèche child, which seemed acceptable at the time, but seeing Amarette with her tight extended family working the cothold, he desired such closeness as any sensitive soul would.
The Weyr needed his services, so he brought Amaretta back with him, and since then he called her his wife, though those at the Weyr just called them weyrmates. Right before Teowyn was born, Amaretta’s father died from the stress of working (for the old man never did learn how to rest). Amaretta’s mother, perhaps out of depression more than necessity (though Marwyn would never admit it. She had said since she lost a farmhand, she’d have to make up for two people, even though there were plenty of grandsons to take up more work), seemed to take on more work than what was healthy for an aging woman, and did not last much longer than her beloved husband. As a tribute to these people he had come to love and admire, Nikolay decided to name his firstborn after them both in Weyr fashion.
Other children followed after Teowyn, but it seemed clear as she grew up, that Nikolay seemed to favor her. Especially after she expressed curiosity about his work. By the time she was nine, Nikolay had ‘apprenticed’ her, and she shadowed him and did all that he told her. There were other children with healer aspirations that became apprentices though few had seemed as engaged as Teowyn. Other children came and went as they Impressed dragons, and every time one did, her father would remark on it solemnly, as if one had died. “Such talent,” he would say sadly, and then look at his daughter with hard eyes, “I hope you don’t have such fanciful notions as to giving up your talents.” She’d always say, “no, Papa,” though secretly, she had always wondered what it was like-dragon bond. Studious and kind, she did as she was told and caught on to healing quickly. And as the turns went by she watched friends Impress and go on to weyrlinghood, a path she knew she could never take without breaking her father’s heart.
She never knew why he didn’t want her to stand for a dragon, not until she was past eighteen turns old. She always assumed it had to do with more than “talent” since some healers continued to learn after weyrlinghood. She knew a dragon took up most of a rider’s time, too much time to be a truly affective healer, but she couldn’t help but feel like there was another reason hiding under the surface. Not until she had mentioned something of it to her father’s mother, who told her that her father had Impressed a pretty blue when he was 13. It was not the color his father had been hoping Nikolay would Impress, but that didn’t seem to bother Nikolay. He was so happy, so proud-until training. There was a terrible accident and the blue was lost, and so nearly was Nikolay himself, who ended up spending a lot of time in the infirmary, and decided he would take up a healer’s robes. This complexity of the mind, these alterior motives, these hidden pains intrigued Teowyn, and if her own father, the one man she shared most everything with, could keep something of that magnitude from her, what could other people have? Could she help them? She decided to study the healing arts of the mind, even though her last chances of Impressing would slip away.
Just after she became a journeyman at age 21, Teowyn decided it was her duty to supply the Weyr with at least one replacement for herself. It was a very logical decision and not at all passionate. Well, not really. She picked a man out that from her observations had a good reputation, a sound mind (she had not counseled him at all) a strong body and some form of morals and ethics. She did not let him believe anything but that Teothur was a product of their passions, like so many other children of the Weyr. She sent her son to be fostered with her younger sister, who had a child about the same age and worked in the crèche. Teowyn sees her son almost every evening, and plans on being a very constant figure in his life, knowing how much her own has profited by having a strong influence of her parents growing up.
She spends her days in the infirmary taking care of your “normal” healing cases, but most of her afternoons are spend in a private chamber in the infirmary seeing patients about more emotional issues (think therapist).
Recruited by: HG
Email: queenofcheeseland@yahoo.com goes directly to my phone, should you need me.
Character
Name: Teowyn (tay-oh-win)
Age: 24
Gender: female
Rank: Journeyman Healer
Emphasis: The Mind, she enjoys studying the mind, differences in thinking, analysis of behavior, disorders, just enjoys finding out what makes people tick. On Earth she’d be a clinical psychologist, and prefers to work with individuals, but on occasion works with couples. It should also be noted, she can function as a “regular” healer.
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
Family:
Paternal Grandfather: N’maras, bronzerider (deceased)
Paternal Grandmother: Layona, crèche nanny (deceased)
(many aunts and uncles and cousins and the what have you)
Maternal Grandfather: Teofil, farmer/cotholder (deceased)
Maternal Grandmother: Marwyn, farmer/cotholder (deceased)
(several aunts and uncles with a plethora of children all at the cothold.)
Father: Nikolay, healer (50)
Mother: Amaretta, cook (43)
Sister: Niketta, crèche nanny (22)
Brother: Amanik, candidate (19)
Sister: Amalaya, candidate (17)
Brother: Nikoret, apprentice healer/candidate (15)
Son: Teothur (2)
Nephew: Nikolan (2) son of Niketta
Nephew: Byltonik (1) son of Amanik
Appearance:
www.accesshollywood.com/content/images/106/230x306/106084_morena-baccarin-arrives-at-the-premiere-of-skeleton-key-at-universal-studios-cinema-at-universal-cit.jpg(face claim Morena Baccarin)
Teowyn is average height for a woman, with a soft, curvy body. While she is in shape, she lacks the hard athletic bodies of many female riders, not that she’s jealous. She tends to wear soft fabrics that accentuate her feminine form. She prefers to dress to the nines and don the airs of a Lady. She wears professionalism and elegance as one might a glove.
Her face is heart-shaped, her nose long and thin, and the rest of her features largely fill up her face. Long, thick eyebrows arch above her large eyes, the pools of which are nearly black. Her lips are plump, and if one studies closely, give away what her eyes do not. All this is framed by long, black curls that fall well past her shoulders, and being that she is neither rider, nor laborer, she is free to leave her hair loose as she pleases. Her hair is one of her greatest vanities.
She is always extremely well groomed, and bathes daily in scented water. Teowyn is something of a perfectionist when it comes to appearance, and never is a hair out of place, a garment worn twice (before washing), nor will she leave her small room without being immaculate and feminine.
Personality:Accompanying a well taken care of body is a supple and curious mind. Teowyn likes to think, and over-analyzing comes as breathing to her. She is an intellectual, but she does not lack civility and social conscious. Teowyn is very scientific when it comes to her decisions, and while she does enjoy being wooed, she does not fall “in love” or would consider herself a romantic in the lovers sense. She takes lovers almost casually, but she is picky and never talks about them afterwards. She chose the father of her son, Teothur, logically and after much consideration. Not that the father knew that. Most of her plans and thoughts are never uttered aloud.
Teowyn is kind, and understanding. She’s patient and compassionate, these things are integral to her occupation. She does not ridicule or make fun, nor is there a sarcastic bone in her body. Most people feel at ease immediately with Teowyn, there is a tranquil feeling about her that transfers to the private chamber in the infirmary in which she sees patients. She speaks almost as softly as her personality, and has rarely had to ever raise her voice. She speaks firmly when needed, but has never yelled in her twenty-four turns. Unless perhaps you count her terrible twos, but even then, her mother might protest.
Above all else, she is discreet. Teowyn is a private person. You are on a need to know basis and you don’t need to know. Teowyn will never talk about her patients, rarely about her past, and especially not her sexual partners. Perhaps her attention on the other person and lack of herself in a conversation is what people seem to like about Teowyn. She is a listener, and an advice giver, but she never seems to but in about herself or try to “out do” any one when placing concerns.
Many people remember Teowyn; about her craft, her fashion sense, what she looks like and what it feels to be around her, but it is usually turns later when some one goes to recall just “who” Teowyn is and realizes they don’t know the first thing about her. Even if they consider themselves one of her best friends.
Hobbies/Skills:
As a healer, Teowyn of course has many turns under her belt dressing wounds, making numbweed (though since her journeymanhood, she spends more time applying and prescribing it than making it), setting bones, reducing fevers, making more complicated cures with herbs and plants found around the Southern Continent.
She has a hobby of keeping anonymous records of mental peculiarities she has come across using papyrus (I thought I read somewhere the Southern Continent has papyrus like the Egyptians, correct me if I’m wrong!). When she has spare time she uses reed to make her own papyrus or buys it when she can. She has a chest of such papers bound in leathered scraps of skins and twine. It is both her hobby, and her belief that maybe one day some healer after her may come across a problem of the mind they cannot resolve, and she can help them. Absolutely NO ONE is allowed near this chest now, however. And she would probably tackle anyone who tried to open it with out permission.
Pets: none, though she has this fondness of calling her son “My pet”.
History: Some say the mind is a puzzle, still others say it is a woven tapestry, but I say the mind is a distant plain, and no two minds are the same, just as no two tracts of land are the same. If you take the time and talk with someone, you can explore this land: see where there are hills, and trees. In the cases of some people there are great pits and rugged mountains. The mind never ends, it just goes on, you cannot destroy a mountain once it is there, but you can help a person climb it and get over it. They can learn to not be afraid of their past. That is what I want to do. Help them climb their mountains. – Teowyn
Growing up, Teowyn loved to hear the story about how her father met her mother, and so, Nikolay would tell the children in dramatic fashion, “the most ordinary story you will ever hear.” Teowyn’s father was a son of Refuge Weyr, who had trained as a healer. He liked to get out of the Weyr, and whenever the cotholds needed a healer for more serious matters, Nikolay was always the first to volunteer. He went to this farming cothold where a boy had broken several bones and was slipping in and out of consciousness. He could not help but notice a young woman there who had the beauty of the sun and earth in her. The sun had kissed her skin, but her hair her body belonged to the earth. She was strong, but feminine, her hair was dark like the richest soil. Though her eyes were almost golden, the honey brown that they were. Nikolay had made excuses to check on her brother, even after he knew the boy had healed, all just to take a glimpse of this woman with one foot in the heavens and on firmly on the ground. Amaretta was not some dreamy daughter of a lord, Amaretta was smart, and she put Nikolay through tests. If he wanted her love, he’d have to prove himself as the best man to be her mate. And he’d tell all the trials he’d go through and the men he’d have to beat, all the while Teowyn’s mother would laugh and claim it wasn’t true! That she was a lot nicer than Nikolay made her sound! And most of all, how Nikolay loved not only Amaretta, but learned to have a great fondness to the old cotholders Teofil and Marwyn. Teowyn would learn later that these two became the parents Nikolay never had, but wished he’d had. Nikolay was a crèche child, which seemed acceptable at the time, but seeing Amarette with her tight extended family working the cothold, he desired such closeness as any sensitive soul would.
The Weyr needed his services, so he brought Amaretta back with him, and since then he called her his wife, though those at the Weyr just called them weyrmates. Right before Teowyn was born, Amaretta’s father died from the stress of working (for the old man never did learn how to rest). Amaretta’s mother, perhaps out of depression more than necessity (though Marwyn would never admit it. She had said since she lost a farmhand, she’d have to make up for two people, even though there were plenty of grandsons to take up more work), seemed to take on more work than what was healthy for an aging woman, and did not last much longer than her beloved husband. As a tribute to these people he had come to love and admire, Nikolay decided to name his firstborn after them both in Weyr fashion.
Other children followed after Teowyn, but it seemed clear as she grew up, that Nikolay seemed to favor her. Especially after she expressed curiosity about his work. By the time she was nine, Nikolay had ‘apprenticed’ her, and she shadowed him and did all that he told her. There were other children with healer aspirations that became apprentices though few had seemed as engaged as Teowyn. Other children came and went as they Impressed dragons, and every time one did, her father would remark on it solemnly, as if one had died. “Such talent,” he would say sadly, and then look at his daughter with hard eyes, “I hope you don’t have such fanciful notions as to giving up your talents.” She’d always say, “no, Papa,” though secretly, she had always wondered what it was like-dragon bond. Studious and kind, she did as she was told and caught on to healing quickly. And as the turns went by she watched friends Impress and go on to weyrlinghood, a path she knew she could never take without breaking her father’s heart.
She never knew why he didn’t want her to stand for a dragon, not until she was past eighteen turns old. She always assumed it had to do with more than “talent” since some healers continued to learn after weyrlinghood. She knew a dragon took up most of a rider’s time, too much time to be a truly affective healer, but she couldn’t help but feel like there was another reason hiding under the surface. Not until she had mentioned something of it to her father’s mother, who told her that her father had Impressed a pretty blue when he was 13. It was not the color his father had been hoping Nikolay would Impress, but that didn’t seem to bother Nikolay. He was so happy, so proud-until training. There was a terrible accident and the blue was lost, and so nearly was Nikolay himself, who ended up spending a lot of time in the infirmary, and decided he would take up a healer’s robes. This complexity of the mind, these alterior motives, these hidden pains intrigued Teowyn, and if her own father, the one man she shared most everything with, could keep something of that magnitude from her, what could other people have? Could she help them? She decided to study the healing arts of the mind, even though her last chances of Impressing would slip away.
Just after she became a journeyman at age 21, Teowyn decided it was her duty to supply the Weyr with at least one replacement for herself. It was a very logical decision and not at all passionate. Well, not really. She picked a man out that from her observations had a good reputation, a sound mind (she had not counseled him at all) a strong body and some form of morals and ethics. She did not let him believe anything but that Teothur was a product of their passions, like so many other children of the Weyr. She sent her son to be fostered with her younger sister, who had a child about the same age and worked in the crèche. Teowyn sees her son almost every evening, and plans on being a very constant figure in his life, knowing how much her own has profited by having a strong influence of her parents growing up.
She spends her days in the infirmary taking care of your “normal” healing cases, but most of her afternoons are spend in a private chamber in the infirmary seeing patients about more emotional issues (think therapist).
