TurtlePrada
Lord of Altera
Jydorr Mol'Raan
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+KEY INFORMATION+
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+KEY INFORMATION+
Age: She's somewhere between one and two centuries old, though, she thanks The Lady Grey, her Elven heritage has kept her looking near a quarter that.
Gender: Female.Race: Moorish.
Social Status: A member of the Moorish Mol caste, upward mobility being all but impossible. A former servant of the Purebloods.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Height: Average for a Moorish woman at 5'11, though the soles of her shoes might add an inch or so.
Weight: Steady, if a little bulky.
Date of Birth: The Seventh of Truebirth.
Date of Death: let's c
Homeland: A prosperous peat plantation and the tumorous hovels that clung to its walls.
Current Home: The Grey Isle.
+PHYSIOLOGY+
Build: Broad-shouldered with lengthy, thick legs. Her arms are well muscled, well built for the difficult life Southern Moors live. Not particularly shapely but healthy nonetheless.
Hair: Black and thick with the occasional streak of grey, though she amounts this to her Moorish heritage and the broad range of hair colors that come with it and not to age. She may or may not be right. The bulk of it's kept back in a wimple or a babushka- ain't no ho- though errant strands of hair do get lose.
Eyes: Black and tired, though there's little they miss. Bordered by the dainty etchings of crows feet and set above dark circles.
Skin: A healthy grey, mottled only by years in a Southern sun, not blades.
Identifying Marks: Perhaps a bit older than most Moors- not many live this long.
Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered woman. Angular faced with a strong jawline and a square chin, fairly masuline features. A thin bridged and hooked nose between sharp cheekbones. Deepset, downturned eyes. Full lips. She's a tired face- dark circles under her eyes, the dainty etchings of crows' feet- ridden hard, clearly, though not enough to stifle the vigor in her step. Prefers to keep active, though some call it being fidgety- taps her fingers, clicks her heels.
Weaponry: Good smack. Makes do with whatever she has around her- gravel, tongs, flower pots, y'know.
Prized Possessions: A fine little bracelet made up by 2 vertical layers of white, delicate pearls, though it's rare they see sunlight, being saved for special occasions. Shown off proudly, though it's a wonder she's able to afford them.. assuming they're her own, of course.
Hygiene: Passable. If she was working for the Purebloods again, she'd make more of an effort. In the mean time, in Grafjell, it's all she can do to oil her hair and allow herself the occasional soak.
Voice: Thick, dry- able to call over a crowd or hush at the notion of gossip.
+QUALITIES AND FLAWS+
Strengths: A strong grip, a hard slap- arms made for heavy lifting. A sharp mind and a sharper tongue. Quick learner, for the most part, though stubborn in her methodology. Good at keeping house- years serving the Purebloods gave her an eye for detail (and more than a few scars). A bit of a green-thumb, though she's not seen a garden in quite a few years. Good in the kitchen and dressing Ladies, though it was rare she found herself helping her owner with her appearance. A good eye for color, though her choices in pattern are a bit gaudy- she can't afford them anyway. She has quick hands, good for sewing and perhaps suturing, in the future. Fast eyes, an analytical mind- consistently quick in making her decisions, right or wrong. She won't fight a losing battle.
Fears: Drowning- she never bothered learning to swim. You don't swim in the marsh- you sink. That terrifies her. If there's a path by land and by sea, she'll go on-foot no matter the length.
Weaknesses: This Moor has never had much of a proper education. She learned the basics- cooking and sewing and other things expected of her type. Picked up her letters and numbers from decades serving her Lord and Lady, something most Moors never do. Tends to form grudges quickly and they last a Human lifetime- she's not one to admit to making mistakes and makes assumptions. Blunt- though she finds it humorous, a lot of people seem to take offense to her dry wit. Materialistic, easily swayed by more mortal luxuries and coin. Jydorr makes plenty of assumptions, and is quick to label people fools over trivial things she happens to disagree with. A hell of a gossip- if you want to hear about the latest rumor, she's the Moor to see. Bigoted in some senses, though to be fair, the Isle a has seen an uptick in crime as the Caparii and the Nakam arrived. Firm and consistent in her beliefs, though some people label her 'stubborn' for it. Bit of a rambler.
Intelligence: Sharp tongued, quick witted- good at retaining information. She just hasn't had much of a formal education, though her vocabulary is expansive thanks to her exposure to the Moorish nobility while serving the Purebloods.
Languages: Mok'yra, her native language, and Common. She is fluent in each of them, though she's clearly much more comfortable speaking in Mok, often unknowingly transitioning to it when rambling.
Profession: Caretaker at the local hospital, though the Lady has been helping her find work as a scribe. Not many Moors know their letters!
+ETHICS AND MOTIVATIONS+
Religion or Cults: A fervent follower of the Grey Lady, she calls upon her for help whenever there's need for it. She's yet to receive any and her faith is waning, though the recent resolution to the issue with Anhald has lifted her spirits.
Alignment: Neutral.
Short Term Goals:
- Celebrate the resolution of the conflict with Anhald. TIME 2 WHEAT
- Find out where Erikor's gone off too now.
- Rid the Isle of troublemakers- though there has always been trouble amongst the Moors, the Isle saw an uptick in violence and drama with the coming of the Caparii and that pythoness Tzemik.
+TRIVIA+
Favourite...
Place: The Crossroads Inn. It's a social hub unlike any she's ever seen- she's in love.Pastime: She enjoys her walks to the hospital- the valley's beautiful.
Food: it all good mayn
Drink: Rich wines and hippocras, though she can't afford any of the good stuff.
Colour: Cool greens and pale blues.
Animal: Domesticated cats and birds are lovely- clean pets make keeping house just a bit easier.
Least Favourite...
Place: Altera's bogs and marshes. Though she's accustomed to the heat and humidity, she believes she's done well to leave.
Pastime: Working. The hospital seems to be everyone's favorite place to trash.
Food: She's yet to find a food she's disliked, though circumstance forces her to limit her palate.
Drink: She's a taste for all kinds of drink, though tea was always a bit tame for her.
Colour: Red.
Animal: Messy animals- dogs, men.
My in-game name is: EstudoChoo, alt of TurtlePrada.
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