[hider=Anesin] [center][h2]A N E S I N B J E L K E[/h2][sup][b][color=d1bfc2]s ᴇ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ᴇ ɴ ʏ ʀ s [color=ba8386]▲[/color] ғ ᴇ ᴍ ᴀ ʟ ᴇ [color=ba8386]▲[/color] ᴇ s ᴋ ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ɪ s ʜ [color=ba8386]▲[/color] ʜ ɪ ɢ ʜ ɴ ᴏ ʙ ʟ ᴇ [color=ba8386]▲[/color] 8 . 2[/color][/b][/sup][hr][hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/OOKv5k3.jpg[/img] B ɪ ɴ ᴅ ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴍ ᴀ ɢ ɪ ᴄ ɪ s ɴ ᴏ ᴛ ᴜ s ᴇ ᴅ ғ ᴏ ʀ ᴏ ғ ғ ᴇ ɴ s ᴇ[/center][hr][hr] [color=ba8386][b][ [/b][/color]ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ[color=ba8386][b] ][/b][/color] [indent][color=darkgray][color=ba8386]▲[/color] Private [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Charismatic [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Arrogant [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Disciplined [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Lost [b]Who Am I?[/b] The question haunts her thoughts more than any other. She doesn't know. No one knows. But she does know the role handed to her with birth. She has played it almost to perfection, ironing out the cracks in the façade behind a steady smile. She is both worldly and sheltered. Displayed at her mother's side to dignitaries and royals, but she can't remember the last time her mother let her speak, truly speak. And while she may falter for her mother's whims this is not a dominant trait expressed around others. It has definitely not disrupted her confidence, of which she has an abundance. It has honed her eloquence and observation skills, her ability to stand seamlessly amongst the rulers of this world. She is hopeful now too; hopeful that for the first time she will be able to answer that burning question away from her mother's ever judgmental gaze.[/color][/indent] [color=ba8386][b][ [/b][/color]ᴀ ᴘ ᴘ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴄ ᴇ[color=ba8386][b] ][/b][/color] [indent][color=darkgray]When your first kiss in life comes from death himself it leaves a sort of taint upon your vessel, and from this affliction she was not immune. While her skin showed that the grip of life had not completely lost its grasp, her other features were a startling reminder. Her eyes were the mirror of glacial ice, intensely piercing. Her hair too claimed the pallor of emptiness; a startling white so devoid of hue that it seemed to leech it's tint from the colors around her. A pale white strip was tattooed from her lower lip down to her chin. A flagrant display of acceptance for her condition, for she surely was not self conscious about it. To touch death and walk with the living was nothing to be ashamed of. Her attire speaks of unrepentant wealth. Her clothes were, of course, custom made to be either utilitarian or heavily flattering. She was accustomed to the chilly coastal weather of home, and so often adorned furs and sweaters, but silk dresses and lace tops would do in the heat. It wasn’t just the clothes that reflected her high born status, her stature as well seemed to follow suit. She was a lean 5’11”, already towering over her mother and many of her tutors and staff.[/color][/indent] [color=ba8386][b][ [/b][/color]ʟ ᴀ ɴ ɢ ᴜ ᴀ ɢ ᴇ s[color=ba8386][b] ][/b][/color] [indent][color=darkgray]She is fluent in verbal and written Eskandish and Avincian. She has a notable grasp of conversational Perrench and Revidian. She can read Belzaggic, but has rarely had an opportunity to speak it.[/color][/indent] [color=ba8386][b][ [/b][/color]ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ɢ ɪ ғ ᴛ[color=ba8386][b] ][/b][/color] [indent][color=darkgray][i]Binding magic is not used for offense.[/I] As a blood child she naturally inclined towards binding. She began passionate and favorable towards the idea of being a healer. She spent lengthy amounts of time scouring over anatomy text books, dissecting animals, and occasionally bodies [I]donated[/I] for science. She practiced the removal of the vile things that destroyed us from within, but really had not yet had the opportunity to dig too deep. Given the chance she was ready to learn. It was her sacred duty to heal. She practiced the destruction of pebbles thrown at her. She practiced harder when they became stones. Barriers and burrowing were still difficult and exceedingly taxing, but she practiced. It was her sacred duty to protect. Magic was a high she would never grow tired of. There was never enough magic.[I] Binding magic is not used for offense.[/I] But she also knew death. The first time she practiced a blood mark it came from a single hair and a sweet caress. And really, destruction was easy, if not tiring. What she really enjoyed was when she was allowed to attempt the Mark of the Basilisk. She was diligent, and tireless, her palor grew, and the rat population decreased.[/color][/indent] [color=ba8386][b][ [/b][/color]ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ[color=ba8386][b] ][/b][/color] [indent][color=darkgray]Born a Bjelke of Eskand. That one chance of fate has defined her entire life. Of course, it was her mother's title she would inherit. As far as she knew her father did not have one, though she had never met him. He had been assassinated prior to her birth and her mother refused to talk about it. Her father's absence had not left a noticeable gap in her life. Her mother was overbearing enough to account for two parents. Though as a child she would wonder about him. Perhaps he had been kind. Perhaps he would have cuddled her, given her pet names and carried her about on his shoulders. Perhaps her mother would not be as cold as the Country they call home if he had not died. The large estate that she grew up in was dug into the side of an impressive mountain range. The most impressive in Eskand if her childhood memories were to be believed. Spires carved upwards until they blended into the mountain that continued higher, trying to devour the sky. Hot springs curled at the base of her estate. Within she had a dark room, a stone encased cage that displayed a rug that had once been the fur of a large pale bear. A fireplace was the central focus, decorated with gold and whale bones. It was here that she sat, everyday they were not traveling, at her desk. Across from her the faces changed; different mages, tutors, diplomats. In the end their faces would blend together as their lessons did. Taking root and entwining to be the representations and base of her myriad of knowledge. And then there were the books. Oh, the books. She must have read thousands. They too bled together. Time bled together, here in this cavernous cage. But really wasn't it all a cage? Even when her mother took her traveling she was an owl with clipped wings. When she graced the halls of nobles from distant lands and toured their varied gardens and heard their varied plights and politics, even when surrounded by laughter at decadent parties, everywhere the question followed her. Who is she? But, there was no answer louder than the everlasting drone of who she was born to be. Her name. Her title. Her responsibilities. Her cage. But, there was always magic. It lived with her, grew with her, and that was a steady and constant comfort. There were moments when she forgot about her cage. While disconnected from her people due to her station she was afforded a few of their past times. She learned to fish in the warmer months, when the whales would drive the schools into inlets and make for easier catching. She hunted in the winter, a rifle resting almost frozen against her cheek while only her breath and the timid creatures moved. From these things she learned patience. She learned death. Magic had always been very opposed to death for her as a binding practitioner. She knew magic. She knew death. She knew a stone cage. And then, for her twelfth birthday she received a key to the crypt. The cold bowels of the earth beneath her hearth. The place where she really began her training. [I]But that room doesn't exist. Binding magic is not used for offense.[/I] She thought she knew magic. She thought she knew death. She spent years learning everything they could teach her until her mother allowed her to pursue school; a choice mainly dictated not because she wanted to allow her daughter freedom, but because she could no longer afford to lose the connections school would provide for their family.[/color][/indent] [color=ba8386][b][ [/b][/color]ᴍ ᴏ ᴛ ɪ ᴠ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ[color=ba8386][b] ][/b][/color] [indent][color=darkgray]She has been prepped for this her entire life. This was never a choice, it was [b]the[/b] choice. There was not a time she did not awaken and work for this moment. And now that she is here? Well, an even greater motivation beyond being what she must has arisen. Now, away from her ever watching mother and advisors she can figure out who it is she is meant to be. What her place in this world means to her. But with no watching will she falter? Will she rise to be the one she is expected to be?[/color][/indent] [color=ba8386][b][ [/b][/color]ɪ ɴ ᴠ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ[color=ba8386][b] ][/b][/color] [indent][color=darkgray][color=ba8386]▲[/color] Money [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Talisman made of fishbone, gravestone and silver [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Hunting Knife carved with runes [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Assorted jewelry [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Pendant with the Crest of the Bjelke [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Small Notebook [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Sack filled with trinkets that she had been gifted (Promise of Ahn-Shune)[/color][/indent] [color=ba8386][b][ [/b][/color]s ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ʜ s & s ᴋ ɪ ʟ ʟ s[color=ba8386][b] ][/b][/color] [indent][color=darkgray][color=ba8386]▲[/color] Perfectionist [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Superb Hostess [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Hunting [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Relentless [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Knowledge of Ancient Lore[/color][/indent] [color=ba8386][b][ [/b][/color]ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴇ s & ғ ʟ ᴀ ᴡ s[color=ba8386][b] ][/b][/color] [indent][color=darkgray][color=ba8386]▲[/color] Perfectionist [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Vindictive [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Low Impulse Control [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Bias/Misestimation of others [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Superstitious [/color][/indent] [color=ba8386][b][ [/b][/color]ᴍ ɪ s ᴄ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ᴀ ɴ ᴇ ᴏ ᴜ s[color=ba8386][b] ][/b][/color] [indent][color=darkgray][color=ba8386]▲[/color] Unaware of her mother's actions prior to her birth. [color=ba8386]▲[/color] Half Yasoi, but that is guarded knowledge and she may have her suspicions, it has not been confirmed. [color=ba8386]▲[/color] [color=8B5356]color[/color] & [color=darkgray]color[/color] [/color][/indent] [/hider]