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[color=#000000][b]Name:[/b][/color] Mairin Einarr 
[color=#000000][b]Rank:[/b][/color] Server, generally, but will do anything needed of her.
[color=#000000][b]Gender/Sex:[/b][/color] Female
[color=#000000][b]Age:[/b][/color] 25
[color=#000000][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] Mairin stands at 5'6, with a healthy figure. Her eyes are a greyish blue, and her hair is a mousy brown -- with a single lock of white hair at the nape of her neck, where a spot of vitiligo connects with her scalp. Her skin is fair and has known various shades of tan, though she has several pure white vitiligo spots that remain constant; most notably on her hands, nape/back of her neck, knees, feet, and eyes (causing a few eyelashes and a few eyebrow hairs to be white). She usually tries to hide these spots, as people have always considered them an unlucky mark or the sign of a curse -- most often she wears long sleeves, long skirts/trousers, gloves, and keeps her hair down or wears high collars to hide the back of her neck. As the spots on her eyes are not always immediately noticeable, she can sometimes get away with people simply thinking the light is reflecting off her lashes, but it's not uncommon for her to wear a hood and keep her head down. Otherwise, her clothes consist of simple materials and dull colors to attract the least attention.

[color=#000000][b]Personality:[/b][/color] Quiet - Curious - Lonely - Observant - Hard-working - Gentle
Mairin is a gentle soul who longs for connection but has grown used to being ostracized and rejected. She holds no ill will towards those who have treated her poorly -- after all, she half-believes the things they say about her. That said, she still always strives to be kind and to work hard, sometimes to an excess, as if attempting to make up for something. Inherently curious and observant, she's very good at reading a room and understanding social situations, despite rarely being allowed to participate, and she's particularly good at spotting the warning signs of aggression.  

[color=#000000][b]History:[/b][/color] Mairin was born the oldest of three sisters, the second and third following two and three short years later. For a while, she had her family lived humbly but happily in a small town, nestled in the foothills of an ancient mountain range. Mairin adored the stars and animals, and could often be found sneaking off to the woods in search of wildlife or sneaking out of the house at night to stargaze. More than either of these however, she loved her sisters and parents. 

When she was in her early teens, she noticed strange, white spots developing on her body. Others noticed as well, and the rumors began -- clearly she wasn't sick, showing no signs of illness or decrease in health. The spots wouldn't scrub off. No poultices or remedies made them fade. Perhaps she was cursed. 

Other girls her age whispered and giggled when she passed, calling her a spotted calf. [i]Who would ever marry such an ugly little thing?[/i]

Talk of a curse grew stronger as the town fell on hard times. Weather was bad for craps, livestock bred poorly, fewer children were born, travelers came seldom, sickness came often. 

[i]Gods-cursed[/i], the townsfolk insisted Mairin was a sign. [i]Marked by the gods. Ill-fated, ill-spotted.[/i] 

Her parents began keeping her home, suggesting she avoid the market and offering to stay home with her while her younger siblings went out to play with their friends. Mairin grew resentful; [i]she[/i] wasn't the cause of every misfortune. She couldn't help the strange, pale markings, and she'd done nothing to offend the gods. She resisted all claims of a curse.

Until one winter's night, in her fifteenth year. 

She had slipped outside to watch the stars; in recent years she had found herself increasingly alone, often turning to the stars to talk and feel welcome. That night was just like any other as she slipped from her bedroom window, wandering a short ways away to one of her father's hilltop fields where a large boulder stood. She had barely been there for an hour when she began to hear distant cries from town and smelled smoke on the air. When she turned back there was a dark plume rising into the night sky and a haunting orange glow over the hillside; running back for fear her family's small barn had caught fire, she found the truth much worse.

Her family home was on fire. The blaze was fierce and overwhelming -- the entire home was engulfed by the time she reached it. Others townsfolk tried in vain to quell the flames and help those trapped inside... but it was pointless.

Her family died that night, swallowed by a fire no one could truly explain. 

Wracked with grief, the pain was made worse as all blame fell on Mairin. She was [i]cursed[/i], the gods had done this. And for once, she believed the angry cries of the townsfolk.

Barely a week later, she was strongly encouraged to leave town. 

Mairin has been wandering ever since, rarely settling anywhere for more than half a year. The title of [i]Gods-cursed[/i] followed her from one town to the next as she became an easy target and convenient scapegoat for anything and everything that could be pinned on her presence. A small part of her still clung to the belief that she wasn't cursed, but the longer she lived and the more her pale spots grew, the less she believed.

Until the letter arrived.

[i]Chosen[/i]. Chosen to attend the gods. Surely it was proof that she had been right all those years, that she wasn't cursed? 

Hoping for answers or, if nothing else, the proof that she was no Gods-cursed soul, Mairin accepted and set course for the Palace of the Gods.

[color=#000000][b]Beliefs/Perceptions:[/b][/color] Mairin's feelings about the gods are... complicated. Her parents prayed to Melion as they were farmers, and she did as a child as well; ever since her spots appeared however, she slowly fell out of regular prayers and offerings to any god. How could they allow her to take the punishment of a curse they didn't give her? ...Or, if they [i]had[/i] cursed her... [i]why?[/i]

During her wanderings, Mairin has felt a kind of reverence for Roshan. As one who was often traveling and in the wilderness, she has sent him a few prayer-thoughts for guidance and protection. 

As someone who adores the stars, she would perhaps still pray and worship any deity who presided over the stars and the night sky in particular -- but if one exists, she's failed to learn of them. If they do exist, she often thinks they must know her better than any other being in the universe. 

[color=#000000][b]Relationships:[/b][/color] None that go beyond friendly acquaintance. After so many years of loneliness, Mairin struggles to connect despite wanting it very badly. She still fears that being at the festival won't completely free her of being thought of as Gods-cursed.

[color=#000000][b]Color:[/b][/color] [color=#000000][b]color=#000000[/b][/color] [i]((If it won't show up well enough I'll be happy to pick something else! I simply think black suits her best lol))[/i]

[color=#000000][b]Other:[/b][/color] 
✧ Mairin has a special fondness for anything considered "blemished" or marked in an "unappealing" way -- animals, people, objects, she could never bring herself to hate something that is unloved for something so superficial.
✧ Her favorite colors are black, crimson red, and navy blue.
✧ Mairin has only ever had one crush so far: a boy from her town when she was younger. It broke her little heart when he joined in with the other teens in mocking her newly-formed spots.
✧ Some of her favorite foods include fruits, sugar-powdered pastries (a rare treat), and venison stew like her mother used to make.
✧ She prefers to wear pants, as they're less likely than skirts to hitch up and reveal the markings on her legs.
✧ Mairin loves to dance and is rather good at it, but she really only knows the common/poor folk dances and nothing very formal.
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