{Aryll Imaali}
(Art isn’t mine. Definitely not. Many thanks to the artist.)
Race:
Gem
Age:
18
Element(s):
Earth
Height:
5’ 3”
Bio:
Aryll was born in the (CAPTIAL) to a pair of unscrupulous merchants from a long line of even more merchants of questionable business ethics. Though it was often spoken with distaste, anyone who did business near the capital knew the name Imaali. She grew up comfortably, and received the best education that her parent’s money could buy. She became proficient with numbers and coin, and a skillful barterer.
Despite her parent’s best efforts to ensure the contrary, she made friends among the rabble that congregated in market places. She knew the farmers and the fishermen, the smiths and the artisans. Naturally, she grew, and around the time she turned seventeen she’d found a lover in a skinny potter’s apprentice named Sigmund.
For a year, her biggest worries were her father finding out about Sigmund, or the price of fish rising, or an especially taxing history lesson. Though she knew of the reaping, and feared it, she never dreamed it would happen to her. There were thousands of girls in the city, but she was unfortunate enough to catch a reaper’s eye and was immediately grabbed, a last minute addition to the girls taken that year. There was no time to say goodbye, not to her parents, not to any of her friends in the markets, and certainly not to Sigmund.
At the time, it seemed surreal. It couldn’t actually be happening, not to her. As the journey east dragged on, the more real it started to seem. The realer it seemed, the more worked up she got. She was scared, terrified. But mostly angry, pissed. What right did these brutes have to take her from the life she’d been so happy in? None at all, so far as she’s concerned.
Other:
N/A
Adult Content Preference: Willing, but not experienced.
(Art isn’t mine. Definitely not. Many thanks to the artist.)
Race:
Gem
Age:
18
Element(s):
Earth
Height:
5’ 3”
Bio:
Aryll was born in the (CAPTIAL) to a pair of unscrupulous merchants from a long line of even more merchants of questionable business ethics. Though it was often spoken with distaste, anyone who did business near the capital knew the name Imaali. She grew up comfortably, and received the best education that her parent’s money could buy. She became proficient with numbers and coin, and a skillful barterer.
Despite her parent’s best efforts to ensure the contrary, she made friends among the rabble that congregated in market places. She knew the farmers and the fishermen, the smiths and the artisans. Naturally, she grew, and around the time she turned seventeen she’d found a lover in a skinny potter’s apprentice named Sigmund.
For a year, her biggest worries were her father finding out about Sigmund, or the price of fish rising, or an especially taxing history lesson. Though she knew of the reaping, and feared it, she never dreamed it would happen to her. There were thousands of girls in the city, but she was unfortunate enough to catch a reaper’s eye and was immediately grabbed, a last minute addition to the girls taken that year. There was no time to say goodbye, not to her parents, not to any of her friends in the markets, and certainly not to Sigmund.
At the time, it seemed surreal. It couldn’t actually be happening, not to her. As the journey east dragged on, the more real it started to seem. The realer it seemed, the more worked up she got. She was scared, terrified. But mostly angry, pissed. What right did these brutes have to take her from the life she’d been so happy in? None at all, so far as she’s concerned.
Other:
N/A
Adult Content Preference: Willing, but not experienced.
The adult content preference has changed from the last sheet, but I'm going to head back and edit that on Kaivor's sheet, too.
