Post by Dymion on Aug 29, 2015 23:02:00 GMT
The Mournful Medic
[/b][/font]Identity
Name: Erin Delor
Titles: None
Positions: Etirath Healer[/font]
Race: Human[/font]
Origin: Etirath
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Physical Description
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 136 lbs.
Skin Tone: Caucasian in color, light brown pigments make up the tone of Erin's skin, with only the slightest signs of a slow tan present on her features and hands.
Build: A thin, curvy frame forms the figure of the medic, with some muscle toning more for agility than anything else, as well as some subtle curvature.
Eye Color: Softly shaded to a light gray, the irises of Erin's eyes bear in them the smallest flecks of black, scattered across the subtle, light canvas.
Dominant Hair Color: Auburn
Voice Description: The husky, smoky tones in Erin's voice are the kind that give off an air of confidence, steady inflictions making it appear that she is always in control no matter the situation. Words are shaped by her as if unraveling silk and velvet, layered in a calm manner that slips into the mind and pulls your attention, subtly making your focus hers to command.
External Synopsis: Erin is a young woman of a height that intimidates a majority of men, her tall frame unique compared to most of her gender, while also standing taller than most men. However, what she has in height, she lacks in girth, a thin figure with only minor curvature present and slight, lean muscle toning. Light brown skin, smooth in its texture and coloration, spans over her entire figure, with only a hint of tanning along her cheeks. Above her thin neck, a softly shaped chin leads into a delicate jawline, and above that full cheeks and indistinguishable cheekbones define her lower features. Her lips, red and full, are positioned under a rounded nose that lacks hard edges and leads up between two soft, gray eyes. Around all of this, long, chest length locks of dark auburn hair cascade in waves down to her shoulders, and across her forehead, her bangs are constantly swept to the right, providing, in tandem with her features, a mysterious look to a young, sorrowful soul.
Anatomical Analysis: Under her lightly colored skin, Erin contains only the slightest signs of mostly white tinted tendons, allowing most of her athleticism to go towards agility over anything else. The rest of her anatomy follows the typical designs of your everyday human, with type B- blood coursing through her veins, a well developed brain, and powerful lungs for breathing even in the mountains around her homeland.
Personality
Mental State: Since her placement among the medical field of Etirath, Erin has spent considerable time advancing her education, learning to read and write effectively while also studying the arts of healing at the Infirmary. The young woman also shows signs of deep, critical thinking skills, as well as aptitude in the fields of both logic and practicality. Most peculiar of all though, is her near photographic memory, capable of remembering details in sharp clarity to the point that she can look back on a memory and point out things others who were there wouldn't have noticed even then.
Emotional State: Since her brother's death, Erin has entered a state of depression, her mind often occupied with the many emotions that hold reign over her heart.. Pain, at the loss of her only family and friend. Guilt, at not being able to save him. Frustration, at the apathy of the world. Controlled by the torment she has accepted, it isn't uncommon for the young woman to enter a nonresponsive state, her mind occupied with the doubt and sorrow that has plagued her since Daniel's death. For her, life is a constant cycle of distaste for her weakness and anger towards the world. Because, to her, there is no greater insult than a funeral with one mourner. Lately, however, a light has seemed to form at the end of her tunnel, with her new connection to one named Quinn Conrad creating a sense of emotion beyond grief and frustration. Growing in strength, Erin is still unsure how to handle it, or what to call it, though some would be all too happy to tell her its name.
Spiritual State: For much of her life, Erin never really knew who or what the divines were. Yes, she'd heard their names thrown around, like for festivals and expressions by others. But to the young girl, they had just been famous beings, for one reason or another. When she was placed in the medical field and began to educate herself, though, she soon became exposed to the truth of the Divines. However, while she acknowledges their existence, none have earned her worship, despite the constant praise to Milova those around her give.
Exterior Demeanor: In the days immediately following Daniel's death, Erin had kept her features as cold as ice, hiding her emotions behind a steely façade. It is only when under the greatest duress that her feelings in her heart even began to show, reflected more in her eyes than any other feature. Now, however, she has softened up, chiefly thanks to the efforts of Quinn and Elaine, two individuals who have worked hard to connect to the healer. Still hiding her inner self from the majority of people, her feateries contort more often to show some form of emption, though her feelings are conveyed most powerfully through her eyes. Near Quinn, though, all semblance of calm melt away, instead replaced by nerves due to the strong attention placed upon her by Ms. Conrad.
Moral Position: Erin has grown up on a philosophy of fending for yourself and your loved ones, and with her only sibling being dead, that didn't leave a lot of room for growth, though some have found their way within such a fold. Even so, she performs her task as a healer as dutifully as possible, and will not turn away a patient.
Mannerisms: The young woman has found a tendency to make eye contact often, using it as a way to search those she meets for their true intentions.
Quirks: Since her brother's death, Erin has developed a tendency to stare off into empty space in some sort of reverie that typically cannot be broken.
Intrigues: It seems that more and more, as of late, Erin has delved into her studies, devoting more and more time to the library and tomes on healing. It is her goal, since the death of her sibling, to learn how to bring people from the edge of death, and maybe beyond.
Distastes: In her readings, Erin has stumbled across multiple references to necromancy, each time disgust entering her heart. The thoughts of a soulless body being commanded around disturbs her greatly. She also becomes quite annoyed when people try to get too close, often pushing the, away despite their best efforts.
Abilities
Non-Combat Skills: Not only has Erin learned to read and write, but she has developed the skillset to the point of consuming vast amounts of literature at astonishing speeds, recording what she wants to retain in a beautiful scripts she has slowly developed over the last few years. She also has a knack for remaining unseen, likely from her younger days.
Physical Capabilities: Her wiry frame allows for some agility and the ability to cut around corners quickly, something that came in handy in her youth. Though she has not had to deal with escaping recently, she still retains some skill.
Arcane Talents: Her most expansive field, Erin can be considered gifted in the art of healing magic, quickly absorbing knowledge with a newly formed hunger and talent the other healers have never seen before. Since her brother's death, she has taken massive leaps and bounds, passing up healers with decades on her, with much of the knowledge she is now exploring being ancient and lost techniques that exceed any used by another Etirathian. While mostly informed on spells that simply channel Erin's energies into raw power used for healing, and so require only concentration and knowledge, she has investigated spoken magic extensively as well. The swath of her knowledge, so far, extends to quick and thorough mending of flesh, as well as organs, bones, and even the more abnormal tissues of non-human individuals. Under her hands, missing appendages can be slightly recovered, with what isn't becoming smooth stumps and scarred skin fading away. She has not, however, gained enough skill to repair mortal wounds without at least a few minutes, and continues to work in that field.
Equipment
Weaponry: One of the only objects the Delor siblings could actually claim, the dagger that stays in Erin's room is the only thing she has to remind her of Daniel. The tool that killed him. Nowhere near impressive, the handle is little more than a leather bound piece of wood, with a small iron crossguard, and six inch iron blade. It remains as sharp as the day of the murder.
Apparel/Armor: Erin currently wears the black robes of a mourner, with a hood that she often wears over her head. The boots she wears are of low quality, being simply brown leather.
Miscellaneous Gear: Occasionally, she can be spotted carrying books, but little else besides that.
Background
History:
Three days after the murder of Daniel Delor...
"Ms. Delor, can you think of anyone that might want to harm you? Perhaps because of something you did?"
"No."
"No old friends or enemies, no distraught suitors that might have acted unusual?"
"No."
Silence...
"Ms. Delor, I can't do anything to help you if you don't-"
If you want to know about me, just ask. My brother is dead right now, so I'm not in the mood for you to play detective."
Silence...
"Very well. Start at the beginning."
"I don't know who our parents were. The orphanage wouldn't tell us. What they did say was that we had been there since we were little babies. I was about... five, when they decided to tell us. After that, we didn't ask questions. What was the point? The people in charge had said all they would say. So we dropped it.
The first thing I can clearly remember was the day Daniel got in his first fight. I was four at the time... we were, that is. It was some kid named Ethan. He'd called me a "little baby," which was a big deal at the time. By the time the caretakers had gotten involved, Ethan had already lost a few baby teeth, and Daniel was done swinging. When he told the head mistress why, they didn't care if it was some noble cause. He had to get his licks. It didn't make sense to me, at the time, why they felt they had to punish him. He was a hero to me. By the time they felt he'd learned his lesson, I had waited outside the office for what felt like forever. I can remember all the kids passing by, looking at me funny. They were afraid. No four year old beat up someone a year older over someone else. They were too worried about themselves. But Daniel... Daniel didn't care. I was his sister. And that was all that mattered.
We didn't play with the other kids much growing up. They were too scared. Two against one, you know? But we didn't care. We just kept ourselves entertained getting into trouble. The amount of times we got sent to the office... it was ridiculous. They had even tried separating us, but... that just made Daniel mad. So they let us stick together, brother and sister against the world. When we started going outside, around the age of seven, Daniel would always come find me first, then run for the door, dragging me as fast as he could. He loved it out there. I was... not as enthusiastic. His favorite part, though, was staying out past curfew, and hiding from the guards they sent looking for us. Yeah, we got caught because we were too young to find better hiding spots. But he didn't care. It was the exhilaration he loved. I can remember one time, the guards were taking us back to the orphanage, and he was in the front, nonstop pestering the leaderror of the patrol... and he asked to hold the man's sword. All the others chuckled at first, but when their commander crouched, they stopped. I didn't know what was going on. For a moment, I thought Daniel had done something he wasn't supposed to. Nope... He got his dagger that day. A small thing, not really valuable, but... he loved it. And it was his.
Anyway, not much different happened for us. I mean, as we got older, we got better at hiding, to the point we'd be out for days on end, sleeping in some secluded corner. And, I guess it got a little different, with all the stunts Daniel pulled, each one more clever. But no matter what kind of trouble he got in, he never broke the law... it was his thing. I think mostly because of the guard. He wore the dagger everywhere, like a constant reminder not to do something too outrageous. That still didn't stop him from getting into fights with the other boys though. Every once in a while, they would try to gang up on him, but we were always too fast. The others weren't as good at climbing over walls and running on a roof. I remember, the worst ones were always the ones that called me names. Worse than "little baby." By the time we were fourteen though, their attitude towards me had changed. That just made Daniel beat them up worse.
We were sixteen, the both of us, when the orphanage told us they were giving us jobs. I was supposed to go to the local infirmary, and Daniel was to be a runner for the guard. He gave it up though... his dream. He wouldn't let me go alone, so instead, he joined the Infirmary, with all those pretty women devoted to Milova. But... none of them got his attention. He was too busy watching over me. Anyway, for the next... seven years, we stayed in a room at the corner of the Infirmary. The one where Daniel was... It only has one window, just a few..."
"Take a break, Ms. Delor."
Silence...
"We've been at the Infirmary for seven years. When we first arrived, I can remember how sad Daniel was, even though he tried to hide it. I would always do my best to cheer him up. It never worked though. I kept trying to set him up with one of the other healers. All the young ones had a crush on him, the guy who'd given up his dream for his sister. None of them liked me. They felt I was a blight on poor, sweet Daniel. That I didn't deserve him. It was why he never courted them.
In our time at the Infirmary, I finally discovered something I was good at. I picked up on the magic... well, disturbingly fast, as I heard one of the older ones say. Daniel though... he didn't like it. Magic. All the studying, the reading, the writing, it just wasn't for him. I can remember multiple times, the headmistress would ask if he wanted to transfer. And he'd come to me, ask what I was doing, all nonchalant. I would get excited, tell him about what I'd been reading, and learning... and the next day he would politely refuse. But I never found out until it was too late. I would confront him every time, so frustrated that he wasn't looking out for himself. And he'd just sit there, listening until I was done. The day of the... murder, I had found out he'd refused the headmistress again. I was so mad, because I'd already failed at a spell I was trying to learn. I said such mean things, called him stupid... but he just sat there, until I fell on my bed, tired, and went to sleep.
I don't know why I'd woken up in the middle of the night. It had never happened before. But I remember thinking how strange it was that the window was open. As soon as it hit me it wasn't supposed to be, I remember freezing, scanning the room. Then I saw him move. Someone was in the room, looking straight at me. I-I screamed, scared. I wish I hadn't. I remember Daniel, knife in hand, flying out of bed and attacking the man. I remember screaming his name as I threw off my blankets. And I remember watching in slow motion as Daniel was stabbed in the throat by his own dagger. And the stranger ran, out the window and onto the street..."
Sobbing...
"Ms. Delor, let me escort you home."
Relations:
-Daniel Delor: Brother; Deceased
-Quinn Conrad: Love Interest
-Elaine Frare: Friend
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