| Mallory Perrine; Healer | |
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| Mallory Perrine | Feb 6 2011, 09:33 AM Post #1 |
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Mallory Perrine Age: 253 Caste: Healer Race: Dhemlan Birth Territory: Dhemlan Home Territory: Dhemlan Birthright Jewel: Tiger Eye (35) Jewel of rank: Rose (13) Craft Strengths: Mallory is very good at stitching up wounds and long-term healings, and has developed a flair for making scars less noticeable if not removed over time. She is excellent at weaving objects through one another and making witchlight and audio shields. Mallory is also quite good at multitasking, allowing her to work and float a few small objects and maintain a tongue of witchlight while doing something light. She has trained herself in Hearth Craft and though she was not born a Hearth Witch, Mallory has a clean streak to rival that of a true Hearth Witch. Craft Weaknesses: Her Jewels are still dark enough to drain her fairly heavily and a fast withdrawal from her reservoir taxes hard on her small body. Mal is not very adept in healing children and she is terrible at setting bones. Mallory cannot hold an object larger than a cat on air for longer than two seconds. While she enjoys spending time in the kitchen, Mallory is a dreadful cook and isn’t usually allowed to do more than help stir things and observe. Gardening goes about the same and Mallory can’t even keep a pet fish alive for more than a month. Never having been good at shielding, her protective shields are usually weak and easily broken and her sight shields don’t always work completely. Description Physical Description: While it isn’t the kind of beautiful as seen in Aristo households, Mallory cannot be denied to be called beautiful even if hers is a bit plain. Her hair is the usual long-lived black and her skin has a light golden tone of the Dhemlan people, but her gentle eyes are a soft honey rather than the sharp yellow or gold of most Dhemlanese. Her features are distributed evenly on her face, none of them really standing out as the hallmark of her charm. Shapely eyes rimmed with long feathery lashes sit under straight thin brows and on either side of a slim straight nose. Her lips are small but equally full, giving her a small and sensuous mouth. Deep creases bring out the fullness of her high cheeks when she smiles, and it is an enthusiastic smile when genuine. Her smile makes her seem much older than she really is while bringing out her youth at the same time. Mallory’s face might be described as square, but her gently pointed chin keeps it from being so. The arrangement of her brows lends for a fierce look, but she supposes it works for her profession. Her petite body is in very good shape, helped by good genetics and the physical labor she does to help her Aunt and Uncle in their various places of work, but she isn’t in marathon condition by any means. Mallory’s arms and legs aren’t particularly long, but would appear lengthy on her short body if her long torso didn’t even them out. Her hands have long, delicate fingers and she wears her nails short for her practice, never painting them. Despite being just under 5’4” she has an incredible shape, not too squatty and not too thin. Mallory likes to think her curves are as soft and delicate as the rest of her, but lets be honest—Mallory has some killer curves. Her breasts are small but her backside more than makes up for it and if her chest were any fuller she might look top-heavy. All in all, she’s very proportional. She wears her hair long, at least to her shoulders, and keeps her bangs long so she doesn’t have to fuss with them during a healing. She usually throws it back into a ponytail but likes to wear it down, thinking it complements her wide face more. She doesn’t wear much makeup, blessed with healthy skin and dark lashes, but likes to accent her eyelids with greens and nudes from time to time when she feels like dressing up—which is not often. Mal tends to wear tanks and camisoles with loose slacks, tights, or a skirt—anything that doesn’t restrict a whole lot of movement. But her favorite attire is dresses, loving the freedom they allow her. She has nice clothes but most of her wardrobe is practical and intended to get nasty in her line of work, only a few things set aside for special occasions or days that she is not required to work as a Healer. Mallory wears her Tiger Eye and Rose Jewels on matching double stranded gold pendant necklaces and as a gift her Aunt and Uncle got chips of each set into a small pair of earrings. Because of how much her work requires her to use her hands Mallory never wears rings and only wears bracelets on her delicate wrists for special occasions—which, again, are rare. Personality: There isn’t a whole lot Mallory yearns for other than the basic necessities that she needs to survive and chocolate. She is a happy-go-lucky girl at heart, still young enough to have high hopes for her life despite the circumstances of her birth and strives to live each day to the fullest. Mal can get pretty snappy but since she is of the Healer caste it is seen as a good professional quality—there are just some people who refuse to be helped and it takes a strong will to persuade them otherwise. Being stubborn than a mule and twice as hardheaded to boot, when that’s added to her pretty face Mallory usually has no problem in the stubbornness area of her profession. Mal’s not known as one of the scariest Healers in her training but she can get pretty damn scary in her buttons are pushed. If her patients are good Mal likes to keep a light mood in the healing room, since other emotions can not only corrupt the hard work a Healer puts into her webs but affects the individual on the sickbed. This carries over into the rest of her behavior, making efforts to make the mood light when helping her Aunt and Uncle to support the household. She makes friends fairly well and enjoys spending time with people. She enjoys most everything that comes her way, because even the simple things in life are better than nothing at all. Despite being born in the peasant class of Dhemlan she believes she can work her way to at least a decent living that doesn’t require her to work every waking minute of every day like her Aunt and Uncle. While she isn’t wholly content with her way of life, Mallory is willing to live it until she has made better for herself and her family. Being a Healer, it is all Mallory can do to not help everyone she sees, and more than once has helped those less fortunate to her own loss. She puts everything she has into her healings and refuses to let doubt creep into her, holding onto her stubborn nature to help her out. Mallory hates children with a passion fueled by her family size, so she has not gone very far into the realm of healing children. She has, however, developed a knack for working with scars, which has garnered her a bit of popularity as an up-and-coming young Healer. She has a clean streak marrow deep and uses it to her advantage to make extra money on the side as well as keep their home in order since it houses so many people. She enjoys Healing and is striving towards serving in a Court, maybe helping out the older healers and hopefully getting the chance to train under a great Healer. Likes: * Cool, clean sheets at the end of a long day * Chocolate * Chocolate and peanut butter sandwiches * Being barefoot * Climbing trees * Horseback riding * Warm, sunny days * Lightweight dresses Dislikes: * Cramped, dirty spaces * Setting broken bones * Loud noises * Washing dishes * Kids * Stubborn patients * Her hair in her eyes * Muddy streets History Mallory was born the second illegitimate child to Tara Perrine after Marie Perrine. A Healer turned prostitute, it came as a surprise that Tara carried her second child to full term. However, for whatever reasons, Mallory was born. Like her sister Marie before her Mallory inherited her looks from her mystery father, but unlike her sister she also inherited her mother’s caste and soft honey eyes. The first years were rough—if it weren’t for Marie, about seven years older than Mallory, the little girl wouldn’t have made it. Tara picked up a nasty drug habit shortly after her second daughter’s birth and was unable to provide for her children. When she was broken by a customer and sent wandering into the twisted kingdom, Marie was taken to live with Tara’s brother Alven Perrine while Mallory was taken to stay with their mother’s sister Deborah Belan. Already a family woman with six children of her own in the family’s home in the back alleys of a busy city, Deborah managed to love the bright little girl like a seventh child in such tough times. Mallory flourished in the cramped household, growing into a stubborn young lady she never would have otherwise. While Deborah, her husband Orville, and four of their six children worked jobs to help support the family, the parents were still unable to afford lessons for any of their children to learn Craft. Thus, like the rest of the Belan children, Mallory was taught her lessons by Deborah, Orville, the older brothers and sisters, and a few of the neighbors that Orville didn’t think were skunky thieves. It was a difficult way to live with the economy sliding every day, but in that time it was still possible. Mal grew quickly, and the days flew by for her Aunt and Uncle before she was old enough to perform her birthright ceremony. When Mallory walked away with the Tiger Eye her training began immediately after the meager celebration. She learned her basic Craft and Hearth Craft from one of her older cousins who worked as a maid in a nearby hotel. She took to it well and the family thought she might be a natural Hearth Witch. But when the youngest of the Belan children fell and sprained her wrist, it was Mallory’s quick response to use her Craft to help her that triggered the detection of her natural caste. Unable to afford to send the young girl into apprenticeship, Mallory stayed at home to help with the cleaning and house chores. When she was nine years old Mallory’s uncle Alven visited with her sister, and the girls enjoyed the few days they had together after six years apart. Marie had just begun Priestess training with an elderly Priestess and gushed her excitement to her younger sister. Mallory was filled with jealousy at her sister’s training, but she didn’t let the sour feelings spoil their reunion. With promises to come see her again soon, Marie left once again. Mallory ached for her sister every day and channeled her loss into her work. The days and years blend together for the long-lived, and for Mallory it was no different. It felt like she’d fallen asleep one night a small child and awoke the next morning a teenager. Though she was still in a slowly aging young body, at 19 she began Healer’s training with a close friend of her Aunt. Lady Leal worked in that part of the bustling city, coming out to help the residents when called for an emergency and working out of part of her home. It was the first stepping stone for Mallory. She started out fetching supplies and memorizing the names of herbs and tools, arriving in the mornings and leaving in the late afternoon. When she returned home she joined the two youngest of her cousins to clean the house, having constructed a schedule after doing the job for so long together. Before Uncle Orville returned home from driving his horse-drawn cab, Mallory helped the youngest boy pick the stall and carry fresh oats and water, and when her Uncle arrived it was her duty to brush down Red, the sorrel gelding. Their days were a busy routine that they all had fallen into and the constant repetition made their years go faster. Mallory slowly made her way through her training, taking her time to get used to the work and become familiar with the techniques. She wasn’t the greatest at mixing herbs and her brews were bitter and dry, but Lady Leal encouraged her to be patient—as a long-lived woman she would have years to perfect things. Taking the woman’s advice to heart, Mal poured everything she had into her training and work. The house gleamed and her ointments were even, and at last it was time to move up to working with patients. It wasn’t glamorous work by any means, but Mallory did her part of cleaning the patients and supplies and trying to soothe livid or frightened clientele. She discovered that, as the youngest in the family and having no experience with children whatsoever, kids despised her. A little miffed about the whole thing Mal worked with them enough to figure out how to bribe them into sitting still while another Healer did their thing, but left it at that. If the vile little things wanted that little to do with her then the feeling could be mutual, and it continued to be so. Mallory did, however, discover that she had a way with stitching up wounds. The lessons and training progressed and she began her first healing webs. Mallory’s were lopsided and uneven at first, but with practice she mastered their shape and form and was singing health into Lady Leal’s patients before long. By the time she was two hundred years old Mallory could heal illnesses, mend broken bones, and heal the flesh. But when it came to removing scars Mallory was in her forte, something she slowly built a small reputation for over the next fifty years. For such a young Healer still in her Birthright Jewel, the people wondered the kind of repair she could do once armed with her descent Jewel. Marie’s visits were few and far between, but she arrived the week Mallory had planned to perform her Offering, brandishing her Purple Dusk Jewel and filling her younger sister with encouragement. Mallory went into her Virgin Night with her wits and determination set, relieved of any fear since her partner had been hand-picked by Uncle Orville. She rose the next morning a whole witch and made her Offering the following night. When she walked away with the Rose at 250 years old, Mallory was as pleased as could be and was welcomed happily into her family’s arms. The following week her training took a whole new turn. Lady Leal wanted Mallory to begin doing house calls for patients rather than tending them in Lady Leal’s home and infirmary. Mallory was nervous, but she asked herself why should she be? She was a young, capable Healer. She had a specialty—and one that the Aristos found interesting and useful—and the extra money would help her family beyond measure. With that she set her heart on a new goal, no longer aiming for the simple wish of being a good Healer but to rise up to a position to help the family who had gotten her to this point. Sharpening her skills, Mallory threw herself into the work Lady Leal sent her out to do, a witch on a mission. Family: * Marie Perrine (older sister, Tiger Eye - Purple Dusk Priestess) - NPC * Tara Perrine (mother, estranged broken Healer) - NPC * Deborah Belan (aunt by mother, White - Rose Witch) - NPC * Orville Belan (Yellow - Rose Warlord) - NPC * Six cousins (four girls, two boys, all Lighter than the Rose ) - NPCs RP Sample: On Faine’s Player Info OOC Name: Kylee Past Characters: * Clarity Fairchild, Summer Sky - Opal Hearth Witch * Faine Scarta, Green - Gray Queen * Kaelian Vale, Tiger Eye - Purple Dusk Hearth Witch * West Wilhelmy, Landen I have read the Rules!: Yep. C: Edited by Mallory Perrine, Feb 8 2011, 07:41 PM.
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| Siren | Feb 6 2011, 11:48 AM Post #2 |
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Congratulations! You have been gifted with a Tiger Eye, JP of 35 and a Rose with a JP of 13. Have fun! |
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