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| Efig Jai'lonn | Jan 11 2011, 11:00 AM Post #1 |
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EFIG JAI'LONN You walk into the altar, your body relaxed and your mind focused. The large, oversized doors close as the sun dips below the horizon. The darkness creeps around you and for a moment, you feel as though you are completely alone when a warm and elderly voice comes from the center of the altar. “Welcome my child and may the Darkness bless you. You are here to prove your worthiness to enter the realms beyond this world. Let us begin. Please, tell me about yourself. What is your name? How old are you and what is your caste?” My name is Efig Fionnghuala Jai’lonn. Yes, I know it's bad. But you should pretend like you don’t know… As for my age, I just turned 41. I suppose when I was younger I cared about getting older, but now it doesn’t matter as much. My vanity is reserved for very few things these days. I am a Healer and this defines my very soul. I am devoted to healing others and have been since I mended my first scratch when I was eleven. “Yes yes. I was wondering when the Darkness would send you to me. What jewels has the Darkness gifted you with my child?” I was given the Summer Sky (56) when I was six years old. I wear chips of it in earrings and also in a hammered copper bracelet. I received the Purple Dusk (13) at twenty and it always hangs around my neck, set in the center of exquisitely formed golden oak leaves. “A beautiful set of jewels are they not? Where do you come from and where are you going?” I was born in the territory of Dea al Mon and have never left its borders. I often dream of leaving to travel, but I could never really do so. There are those who need me here. “Now, let us begin with the real information. My eye sight has begun to fail me so please, what do you look like?” I am a fair example of the Dea al Mon. I am slender and lithe, with the pointed ears and light features of our race. I’m nearly all legs and arms, with no curve to speak of. Partly because of being Dea al Mon and partly because I tend to use much of myself in my healings. You show me a fat healer and I’ll show you a healer who isn’t doing her job to the fullest extent. My skin is a pale peachy hue, tinted by long hours in my garden. I spend as much time as I can outdoors which is beginning to show in small wrinkles around my brilliant blue eyes. My hair is long and beautiful, a light gold that looks white in bright sunlight. It falls to the top of my thighs when left loose, but I usually have it pulled back into a ponytail. I put all my attention into my work and my son, so my appearance often falls to the wayside. I don’t dress to impress, but rather for function. It has been years since I put on a dress, instead preferring loose trousers and blouses. And forget about make-up. I don't even own any. “And your personality? What is that like?” I can be a bit harsh. Or maybe blunt would be a good word... This is perhaps the first thing that people will notice about me. I have little thought towards how what I say will affect your feelings. I mean what I say and I say what I mean without thinking about the wording or sweetening it with sugar. The only person that I have learned to bite my tongue around is Channary. She has grown used to my ways, but I have also grown used to her gentle nature and know that at times I can be a bit of a bitch. I am unfailingly honest. Lies are a cancer to the soul and have no place in the mouth. If someone cannot tell you the truth then they cannot be trusted. There are few people that I trust and Channary and my son are among those few. It takes a lot for me to warm up to someone in friendship, although I do try to be friendly when I am tending to the sick or wounded. They do receive my care, if not my trust. “Is there anything you particularly enjoy or dislike?” I love my boy more than life itself. I would give anything for him. I have a weakness for honey and put it in my tea every morning and often on crackers and sandwiches. Sometimes on things that honey probably isn’t meant to go on. I enjoy dancing although I haven’t done much of that in a very long time. I adore waking up early and making my brews in the morning; and I also find I quite enjoy the deep, restorative sleep after a long healing. As a Healer, I of course hate seeing anyone in pain. It is my life’s work to rid the body of physical pain and to soothe the sufferings of others. Spiders, however, are not included. Their lives are forfeit if they come into my house - the garden can be their only sanctuary. I do not enjoy boys with dirty hands and they must be washed if they expect any food from their mother. I can understand where he gets it from, though, as I hate shoes and often have muddy fingers and feet myself. Above all other things, I dislike heartache. I would much prefer a broken bone or a deep cut to the pain caused by love or loss. “An aimless wanderer is hardly a good thing. What are your goals?” My goals are to raise my boy to be a good man. I also hope to see Channary settle into a happy life. Goals for myself are to continue healing others and to spread the mercy of Mother Night. “Ah yes, I see. Before you tell me your story, who are some important people in your life?” My son is my one and only. The first time I saw Erroll’s fat little face, I was smitten. He is now a Summer Sky Warlord of twelve years old and just beginning to be a royal pain in the ass. Channary Braon has become like a daughter to me over the years. I began her training seven years ago when she was sixteen and we have been friends ever since. My parents Muireall and Niall are still alive. They live on the opposite side of the territory and are growing older in years. Erroll enjoys visiting them once every few months. As for his father…well…his importance diminished a long time ago. A candle is lifted, revealing a priestess on a lounging couch just off of the altar. She is elderly but still very refined and coherent. She moves to one end of the couch. “Come and sit next to me and tell me about your story. I want to know about your history.” I was born, as most people are. Where or when wasn't very exciting. Just normal. My parents were loving and brought me up to be respectful and mindful. I played with the other children in the village just as any other child would. When I was six, paternity was acknowledged to my father and I received the Summer Sky as my Birthright. I was quite pleased with myself and began practicing with Craft at every chance. It was in this way that I began to realize my tendency towards Healing. I was always curious when someone I was playing with got hurt. Not scared or worried, as many young girls would be. If there was a boy with a scraped knee or another little girl with a smashed finger, I would push my way to them in order to look at the injury. Once I decided how bad it was, we would either get a parent or I would declare them just fine and to stop crying and get on with it! It wasn't until I was eleven that I took matters into my own hands and used Craft to stop bleeding coming from the knee of my best friend. She was frightened by the sight and couldn't stop crying. I just knew that I wanted her to be better and put all of my attention onto the scratch that was hurting her so much - and it stopped. The next day I began my training and I never stopped. Even to this day, I covet new books written on discoveries in Healing, anatomy, brews and the sort. I love improving my Craft. It became the focus of my life until I was twenty-six years old. I cared for nothing else but my studies and an apprenticeship with a Master Healer just a few houses down from my parents'. When I was twenty-six, however, I discovered something else. Something that distracted me from my true calling. A man. Something that distracts many young women... He waltzed into the clinic one afternoon with a broken nose, and after I had fixed him, he set about courting me. He was rather good at it, obviously, for I fell head over heals for him. I was terribly in love with him after just a few months. I began to be late to work and quick to leave, all because of him. We moved to a small cottage together. I devoted my life to being at his beck and call. So much so, that at his request, I stopped taking my contraceptive brews in order to become pregnant with his child. Erroll was born when I and his father had been together three years. He became the new focus of my life, above the man I loved and the Craft that I loved. I had discovered my true purpose. His father, however, became quite put off that I found something more interesting than him for once. It didn't take long for him to begin wandering. And when I say wandering, I mean visiting Red Moon houses and the beds of other women. After I discovered that he had strayed, I threatened to deny him paternity unless he once again tried to love me. He simply left, without a second glance at me or at his son. Honestly, I think we are much better off without him. I raised Erroll to be a good boy, whether or not he had a father or not. I began my own clinic at my home after he left and began to focus on my Healing once more. After a few years, I took Channary Braon, a White Healer, as an apprentice. I taught that girl everything I knew, about healing and about life. Erroll is quite in love with her and she is my closest friend. We've continued on happily enough together. If I can raise Erroll to be a strong and good man, and can find Channary a man who deserves her...which will be near impossible...then I will be pleased. The old priestess nods her head as you finish. She is clearly thinking and weighing the information that you have just given her. “Perhaps I need just a little more. Could you give me an example of how you plan to play in the world?” See Tomas D’Amuri. The old priestess narrows her eyes and tilts her head to the side, looking behind you. “And you, behind this wonderful member of our story, who are you?” Secret -Tomas D’amuri “And have you read and agreed to the rules of this place?” YES Again, she pauses and thinks. The air is beginning to lighten as the morning light comes around. The Priestess rises and approaches the altar. She begins lighting the candles in a practiced and comfortable order. There is movement beyond the candles as the altar opens to a new world. “Thank you for your time and stories. You are free to proceed. Please have fun but remember, everything has a price.” Edited by Efig Jai'lonn, Jan 23 2011, 05:39 PM.
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| Siren | Jan 11 2011, 11:14 AM Post #2 |
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Congratulations! You have been gifted with a Summer Sky, JP of 56 and a Purple Dusk, JP of 13. Have fun! |
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| Siren | Jan 30 2011, 02:22 PM Post #3 |
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Channary is a very excited little healer. Accepted |
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