[hider=Floure Camlo][color=Lavenderblush][center][h2][u] Floure Camlo [/u][/h2][/center] [center][hider=Portrait][IMG]http://i496.photobucket.com/albums/rr328/dreamingflowers1992/fanaa_by_anako_art-d5wydn1_zpscba759f5.jpg[/IMG] Artist: http://anako-art.deviantart.com/[/hider][/center] [b][center] "I know the roads, and charming company makes long miles less dreary, no?" [/center][/b] [hr][hr] [center][h3][b] 18 | Human | No Mage-Eyes[/b] [/h3][/center] [h3][u]P E R S O N A L I T Y [/u][/h3] [indent]❖ Kind ❖ Mischievous ❖ Silver tongued ❖ Distrustful towards common folk ❖ Intuitive ❖ Romantic ❖ Superstitious[/indent] A great deal of Floure´s manners, thoughts and actions are influenced by her grandmother, the woman who for all intents and purposes fullfilled the role her mother should have. Floure was taught to have compassion for the troubled from a young age. Rarely leaving her grandmother's side Floure witnessed many Travelers who came to seek her grandmother's wisdom, to be comforted by her strict but loving words. Being a kind natured soul this behaviour came easily to the girl. Children hold a special place in her heart. Perhaps because she didn't have the largely carefree and fun filled childhood other Traveler children had or because she never quite grew up herself, but Floure will without exception protect children. Children in turn are draw to her because she acts both like a mother, but also the fun loving sister. She chides them when they don't behave, yet at the same gets both them and herself in trouble when having some "innocent fun", usually at the expense of other Travelers. She relates to their innocent view of the world, where anything is possible, a belief she never fully abanonded despite the events of her recent past. Her romantic somewhat naive view of the world was part of the reason why her grandmother decided to teach her dukkering (fortune telling). It is through the eyes of a child, seeing each day as a new adventure, a miracle around every corner, that a glimpse of the truth may be seen. While seeing the future in some seemingly randomly assorted lines on the palm of your hand is largely considered a chidlike belief of wonder, a game played to pass the time, it is also a respected practice. This is especially so when the fortune teller is an elder of the community who makes accurate predictions. Had she been raised in the environment of her high born father she might have turned out to be a soft spoken demure young lady, as it stands she is far from that. She possess an uncanny intuition and an insight into people which to the great misfortune of young men is not only useful in fortune telling. Floure has a way of wrapping people around her little finger. It didn't take her long to figure out many found her looks pleasing to the eye and sweet words and flattery are her forte. There is no denying her mischievous streak, but she is a sweet girl who bears no ill will to most, her manipulations and schemes are just innocent play, a way to earn some coin perhaps. Floure is accustomed to getting her way and has a hard time dealing with rejection. Coin has its way of disappearing around her. She earns her coin by telling fortunes and dancing, or and this is her preferred method, by sweet talking her way into someone elses coin purse. It is not unheard of for her to borrow some gold, only to then just conveniently forget to return it. So her coin pouch is rarely empty, which is good considering she likes all things beautiful and expensive. Having grown up in large and very loving family, she knows the value of blood ties, she would walk through fire for any one of her relatives be it her closest brother or her most distant cousin. This loyalty however does not really extend to the common folk. While it is not easy to turn off her kindness, like flipping a switch, there is still a clear distinction between Travelers and the common people. Recent events have seperated her from her family and she longs for people to trust, to fill up the void her missing family left behind. If she becomes your friend she will consider you family and treat you in the same way she does her brothers and sisters. [h3][u]A P P E A R A N C E [/u][/h3] Floure is an attractive young woman possessing a natural beauty, pure and fresh like a spring flower. One of the first things you will notice are her striking eyes, pale in color and framed by long black lashes. They are the kind of eyes which capture the attention and they often shimmer with thoughts of mischief and joy. Inherited from her high born father Floure has smooth alabaster skin. It starkly contrasts with her flowing raven hair which she often wears down, letting it fall along her shoulders and back. Her hair is very thick and naturally curly. She has a sweet face with a tiny nose and full pink lips which are usually curled up into a cheeky smile. Right at the start of womanhood Floure has a very womanly figure for her age. With narrow shoulders, a well-developed bosom and wide hips that sway when she walks, but they are largely hidden by her full skirts. Being a dancer she knows how to move incredibly well and the way she moves is both alluring and graceful. When dancing she wears a pair of anklets with tiny bells on them, so her dances are complimented by an ever present chime. As an entertainer the young woman dresses in bright and colorful garments, to draw the eye to where she needs it. She wears a white off the shoulder blouse with a plunging neckline, the sleeves decorated with intricate embroidery. Around her waist she wears a bodice made of supple painted leather which hugs her curves and cinches in her waist. It was custom made for her, richly decorated with colorful threads and swirling flowers. Underneath her bodice she wears a full skirt of multiple layers in different shades of violet and lavender. Tied on top of her skirts is a scarf colored a rich fuchsia. Small gold ornaments fashioned after the celestial bodies hang from the edges of the scarf. The young woman wears her riches on her body and is rarely seen without an assortment of jewelry adorning her neck, ears, wrists, hands and even ankles. They're made from all kinds of precious metals and stones. Her look is sometimes accompanied by a shimmering veil of gold and silver embroidery, but she only wears it when telling fortunes for carnival goers. [h3][u]H I S T O R Y [/u][/h3] Floure was born inside a wagon, on some unnamed road, to a mother who had already had too many children, and a father who had made the mistake of falling for the exotic beauty of a Traveler woman. She was the result of a night of passion, unwanted by her father and in a way also an inconvenience to her mother. Luckily her grandmother took pity on her. With a daughter who swore off all Traveler tradition, wanting to live a settled life as a commoner Floure's grandmother was in need of a new daughter, to pass on her wisdom to the next generation. A respected elder and wise woman she spotted the potential her granddaughter carried. Floure was a mischievous little girl even in her early years. She didn't care for learning to sew and cook and preferred to watch her grandmother amuse the common folk by making great predictions. The little girl was fascinated by the art and it was something that managed to grab her attention each time. The idea of seeing someone's future in something as mundane as the evenings fire, or the lines in their hands captured her sense of wonder. By learning the many methods she would have intimate knowledge on important events in people's lives, questions that were usually left unanswered. At the age of seven Floure's grandmother began to pass down to her the ways of the Travelers, their customs, traditions and beliefs. She learned about the medicinal properties of plants. Her people rarely stopped anywhere and they used what they found on the sides of the roads, in the forests and fields to cure the sick and mend the wounded. In their many hours spent together Floure found a true mother in her grandmother, often pretending to misread the markings in her hand just so she could spend more time with the old woman. Being around her grandmother made her feel safe, loved, but most of all wanted. Dancing, preparing medicine, it all came second to learning the many methods used to divine the future. Floure learned that there were two truths to fortune telling. One, the success of the fortune teller did not depend on the accuracy of her predictions. People wanted to be reassured, not be slapped in the face with harsh truths. It mostly came down to reading people, setting up the right atmosphere and be convincing. The other truth, a magic to see into the future or past with an uncanny clarity, was shrouded in secrecy. Floure was taught this magic, but it came with a warning. Using it too much would give her witch eyes, like the clear white eyes of her grandmother Over the years she spent traveling the many roads of Invernier Floure watched each of her siblings come into their own, her sisters became seamstresses, cooks and mothers and her brothers became, warriors, merchants and peddlers. Floure wanted much more than the typical life of a Traveler woman, she didn´t need to be a fortune teller to know what that was going to be like. In the summer she turned seventeen Floure had established herself as a well known entertainer who told fanciful stories by looking at the palm of your hand, stories which often held an eerily accurate truth. A reputation build almost entirely on tricks, intuition and charm, as her fortune telling rarely involved any true magic. On midsummer eve while passing through another village, the caravan set up their tents at the edge of town, to get ready for the evenings entertainment. A group of anti magic extremists was staying in this town, something the Traveler scout failed to uncover, while promoting the summer carnival of his people. That midsummer eve was a night of terror and brutality, of which Floure does not remember much, the horrific events pushed to the deepest parts of her subconscious. She awoke in a field, battered and bruised, second degree burns covering her feet. There was no trace of her family or the caravan. [h3][u]I N V E N T O R Y [/u][/h3] ❖ An old deck of frayed playing cards ❖ A coin purse ❖ A small silver knife ❖ A traveling bag containing a mortar and pestle, bandages, healing ointments and salves as well as a needle with a bundle of silk thread ❖ A birchwood box with keepsakes, trinkets, nothing of particular value [h3][u]O T H E R [/u][/h3] Anything that doesn’t fit in the other sections? Throw it here! Can't think of anything right now, but I'll find something interesting to add, probably sooner rather than later.[/color][/hider]