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[cell][color=#8690a2][b]Name:[/b][/color] Arinyra Venatore 
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[color=#8690a2][b]Rank:[/b][/color] Cook, Gardener
[color=#8690a2][b]Gender/Sex:[/b][/color] Female
[color=#8690a2][b]Age:[/b][/color] Thirty-three years old
[color=#8690a2][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] [sub]With a face of pale fawn with a pink undertone and rosy tint from a face rash, Arinyra often covers up in robe-like garments to restrict sunlight from touching her fragile skin. She stands at an average 5'4"/165cm, blending with most of the workforce except for the one specific quirk of layering fabrics over herself. 

Under the hood, her face is framed by dusty gold hair, tied up in a neat bun during work hours. She's a rather fit individual for a cook who is holed up in the back or garden, but her arms and legs hold most of the muscle mass for she formerly hunted in the forests of her home. Favoring clothes of earthy and cool forest tones, she does occasionally pick brighter spring pasture-like hues to suit the seasons and enjoys adorning herself in natural trinkets. When she does forego her layers of clothes to cover her skin, she wears simple dresses with a petticoat underneath to give volume and some warmth. 

Her extermities are covered in bandages for the raw rashes she possessed from her autoimmune condition, which instill her with hives and blisters from the habitual itching she reluctantly does. The bandages can only do so much. Exhaustion clouds her dusky, languid visage, from the pressures of her work and the homesickness she feels for her family, darkening under her eyes from the lack of quality sleep she haplessly endures.[/sub]

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[color=#8690a2][b]Personality:[/b][/color]  Generally cordial and warm towards her fellow coworkers, Arinyra is a pleasure to be in the kitchen and in the garden. She is open to casual chatter, listening to the latest gossip in order to happily share to those who have yet to hear of the news. However, the whole ordeal does not interest her in the slightest and it is only flavor to pepper into her daily social obligations to make work move by smoother. She isn't entirely certain if that does have any effect in the whole matter, but as long as she believe is, Arinyra is satisfied with just that much.

In honesty, she is a rather hardworking sort who prefers to be anywhere else but in the stuffy palace. The earthy and cooling mist scents of the forest truly calls to her as she likened hunting with a bow and arrow, stomping through soggy leaves and covered in mud to obscure her own scent. With that, she felt as if she was becoming part of the forest that truly sates her sense of adventure. Alas, she is strict to adhere to her obligations and does not have any qualms against abiding by them. All of it is work in the end, she has no complaints about being in the palace to attend to other duties.

Besides the personas most come to known, Arinyra is a rather wry yet insightful kind of woman. Perhaps it is due to her hunting instincts, she stays quiet and listens instead of simply observing the external. Secretive to a fault, she does not seem to openly confess her more stronger opinions - only opening up to them to those that she feels certain she could trust.

[color=#8690a2][b]History:[/b][/color] Born to a single mother who lived alone out in the woods in isolation, Arinyra was subjected to accusations of being a witch despite having no powers and yet appeared odd enough to stick out like a sore thumb. Due to her cutaneous porphyria that plagues her, she has always been covered in bandages by her mother to prevent her scratching through her flesh due to all the frequent itching. Despite the villagers at the base of the mountain despising her presence, she enjoyed toddling around regardless in the markets in her childhood.

Whenever Arinyra inquired about her father, her mother would simply claim that he was an odd, gruff hunter who visited often until he stopped. The little girl figured that he had passed during a hunt gone wrong, and even if her mother did not seem as if she was perturbed by his absence, she knew it in her heart that she was grieving. She grew precocious, understanding that if she wasn't there as a supportive force in her mother's life, she would only feel lonelier and abandoned in their little cabin in the woods. Therefore, young Arinyra took the mantle of being that presence for her ever-miniscule family of two.

During the teen years, she taught herself how to hunt from the other hunters that frequented the woods. They would exchange their knowledge for a night in the cabin with some food she learned to cook herself, and soon she would be hunting varmints and deer in the shadows of the tree canopy all by herself. Her mother would depend heavily on her during these times, having taken a horrid fall during one brutal winter during a mountain descent and limped with a cane for the rest of her life. Arinyra grew to be self-sufficent for the both of them, the starry-eyed child was snuffed down in the layers for she focused on her work around the home. 

Life grew dreary and lonesome, her mother mostly spent time in a bed or on the porch to work on making little trinkets - an aspect of her day she still enjoyed in the mire of grueling work. In the mornings, she gathered around the mountains, tended to the herb farm, and cooked. And in the afternoons and nights, she hunted and butchered the meat in order salt and dry for the coming colder seasons. That was most of her life, sun up and sun down, until something changed. Scouted to tend to the Gods' every whim as one of their palace cooks, her mother would soon be brought out of the mountains and was promised that she could join society once again - only if Arinyra had agreed to work.

Of course, that wasn't really an argument to hold over herself. As much as she enjoyed her life in the forest, she truly did want her mother to rejoin society even if she couldn't follow. Tearfully, they went their separate ways and Arinyra smoothly worked through her training without much of a fuss and inevitably blended within the palace working class.


[color=#8690a2][b]Beliefs/Perceptions:[/b][/color] Arinyra does not hold any strong opinions of gods and goddess because she was just an average mountain hermit, but she does not seem to favor the Goddess of the Sun and Light - not particularly the goddess' fault, but only because the light burns her skin and cover her in rashes and blisters. Even she knows this, but what can you do with an aspect that literally harms her skin and make her sick? 

The one god she did pray to before every outing was the God of Death and The Hunt, himself. She hoped that he staves away his hunger from taking her life and take the offering of her sacrificial venison instead. She also heard from other hunters that praying to the god of the hunt strengthened her during her own hunts. Obviously, it wasn't out of pure veneration, but out of simple fear as all humans feel facing near-death encounters up in the hazardous mountains.

For her harvests, she did take a portion from them and left them out with a small bowl of honey as offering to the God of Growth and Agriculture as gratitude for the food she grew in her garden, and hope for future good harvests. Like every other gods and goddesses, she doesn't worship with complete reverence. She simply follows traditions and mimic them from those that informed her of these rituals.

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