GENERAL INFORMATIONName: Meenauh ('me' + 'now')
Surname: Silberwald (zil-bah-wald)
Birthdate: The 17th of Chilldawn, 1328 (18 years)
Birthplace: A farm to the south from Ghaenthgrand
Birthsign: The Watcher
APPEARANCEHeight: Below Average
Weight: Average
Hair: Brown with a golden tint
Eyes: Golden-Brown
PERSONALITYCore Traits
Emotional Disposition: Anxious
At the moment Meenauh is constantly anxious due to her recent tragedy and the new environment she found herself in.
Moodiness: Labile
She is a bit unstable because of all the danger and because she lived in a much safer environment all her life.
Outlook: Optimistic, Idealistic, Hopeful
It's not easy for her to accept the world has turned into hell on earth, so deep in her heart, she's always hoping for the best.
Integrity: Conscientious, Honest, Responsible
There are enough evil and deceitful people around, but she was raised as a decent person and she'll continue to be one.
Impulsiveness: Deliberate, Focused, Thoughtful
Despite the recent events that shook her to the core, she tries to keep her sanity and order, thinking twice before acting.
Boldness: Prudent, Cautious, Vigilant
The new life smells like dead people, so she keeps her senses sharp, always scanning the surroundings.
Agreeability: Warm, Empathic, Tolerant
She is open to other points of view and can accept a lot of things unless they are against nature or people's free will and common sense.
Interactivity: Shy, Loner, Taciturn
Meenauh is not used to be around people, moreover strangers, so the social interactions are still something to learn the hard way.
Conformity: Conventional, Spiritual, Traditional
A child raised in love, freedom and tradition — she will base her actions on the core values of a free man and free soul.Motivators
Understanding: To seek knowledge or wisdom (spiritual, scientific, magical, etc)
Creation: To build or make new, such as art, culture, invention, design, etc
Domesticity: To get married, have children, and live a family life
SOCIALLanguages: Decusian, Yultish
Profession: To Be Determined
Background: Farming, Herbalism, Tailoring
Hobbies: Dancing, Horse Riding
BACKSTORYEarly Years
It seems that there was nothing but the farm from the very beginning. Running barefoot between the rows of corn. Father spending most of the sunlit hours in the field, tending the crops, making sure Torment wouldn't crawl inside. He treated it very seriously, while Meenauh couldn't treat it with the same grade of seriousness due to her child mind, which her parents so attentively kept safe from the whole concept of the Torment. Ignorance is bliss.Adolescence
As she was growing, she started to watch her parents work and choose to help with one thing or another. She was never pushed into hard work or any work she didn't want to do, which only expanded her mental borders. As she had the freedom to choose, she chose wisely.
Mother started to take her on her journeys into forests and fields, where she gathered herbs, flowers and seeds. Meenauh observed and remembered. The craft of herbalism was forging her attention to details and the sharpness of the sight. And it was magical — like a fairytale with all those processes like drying and mixing to use in brewing and cooking. She bonded a lot with her mother during those years and formed a steady image of what a woman is.
She didn't have a lot of friends, but one very close to her heart. The one she spent her free time with, sad and happy. One of the most heartbreaking moments was when her friend had to leave as her family decided to move away from the Midlands for whatever reason.Youth
As she was forming as a young woman, she started to spend more time in the fields as her father needed more help with the crops, and her mother discontinued her journeys far from the farm and focused on her tailoring business. The Torment concept was revealed long ago by that time, the hard way as well. Losing the acquaintances of hers and hearing monstrosities about it.
Overall, Meenauh felt pretty isolated from the whole world as it was 'safer' on the farm than anywhere else. At least that was what her parents told her. And what she genuinely believe until the day that started the tragedy.Coming-of-Age
It was the middle of Icereign. That day she woke up late. Every day since then she thought that she didn't sleep at all. Every day since then she thought she shouldn't have slept that long that day.
There was no sign of struggle, there was no sign of burglary or any note. Everything looked like an average day.
First, she thought that mother was ill and they had to leave to the healer and it had to be done fast, so they didn't even leave a note. She was shaking off all the thoughts about the Torment. If her father would need to leave her at the healer's he would come for Meenauh and they'd go together. But he didn't come that day. And the day after that day. And...
Getting to sleep alone that day was impossible. It was dark and she kept staying outside just listening to the sounds of the night just to hear anything. And then the crying started. Crying that turned into weeping and didn't stop for several days. She didn't eat, she just lied there and wept. She wept for several days, it seemed, until no powers left in her and she was forced to sleep in unconsciousness.
After a week of desperation, she had to start doing something to stay alive. The despair grew further, the hands were shaking preventing her from doing anything. What was the point in doing anything if the only people that mattered were no longer there?
A month passed. Her 18th birthday wasn't even the day she noticed to come. It did not matter.
Two months passed. She started to accept the fact that they were not coming back. Ever. Maybe they died. It didn't matter from what. Maybe they did not. Maybe they had to travel to the First Province. But why without her? She was not ready to live alone. She was not ready to live like that.
By the mark of Dewfall, she was ready to move. Whatever way really, just not staying. She had to reach the Rumbling Pass and it didn't matter how and when. It seemed to not even matter whether she'd make it there alive.
PLOTSThe Roots
Father claimed (in a notebook found in the attic) to originate from Prelacy a long time ago, but decided (or was sent) to live a life of a farmer.The Mage
I've met a mysterious person called Shadow. He led me to the Bright Lantern and turned out to be a mage. Are all mage evil or I have to learn the truth myself?