Aeife Sidornova

[Aeife]

Name:

Aeife Sidornova
Pronunciation: 'Ay-fah' 'See-dor-no-vah'
'Nova' can mean 'daughter of'.

Age:

16

Race:

Human

Appearance:

Aeife has a rather small, feminine stature. Her height makes her seem delicate, fragile, though she's far from it and refuses to be put down because of it. Her build is thin and she has no shape that would point to her being a woman; in fact, from behind, one could almost mistake her for a male. She has a lithe frame that allows her to run more than fight, and not many muscles line her figure. Her complexion is naturally pale, though with a hint of a tan. Light freckles dust her nose and cheekbones.

Aeife's eyes are a rather dull auburn shade, and almond shaped, though perhaps if one were to look closer they would see the barest hint of sepia. Their color darkens to the hue of burnt umber, or lightens to one of raw umber depending on the fluorescence. To add to that, her eyes are often masked, and she rarely allows herself to show emotion.

Short, spiky, and unbelievably messy, Aeife tends to slice her hair short if it reaches past her shoulder. After watching another woman from her village get her hair caught in a loom when she was younger, she has a fear of growing her own out long in case the same thing happens to her. Her locks are of a chocolate color, highlighted with natural copper streaks.

She generally prefers to wear a light tunic made of a simple material. The fabric is a rosewood color, dyed by her mother, that goes rather nicely with her eyes. Up close, one can see the many small flaws where the material had been torn but swiftly patched up. Although there are simple golden designs on the hem, they are faded. The whole piece is brought together by a black sash around her middle.

She has no weapons save for the small dagger that she was given as a 'gift; or sorts, when rumors of the Empire's escalating violence hit her village. She rarely carries it around with her for she doesn't like it's menacing looks or unnecessary weight. She was once trainer with a worn old bow that belonged to her father, though the string has since snapped and she would rather not waste gold on fixing it up. Her training has since ceased.

Her walk could be called light, airy, though very far indeed from the grace of the rumored elven race. Aeife is known to be clumsy at times, though she tries to maintain dignity as she walks, keeping her head high. She has her pride; if she stumbles she'll jump right back up as if nothing happened.

Personality:

Aeife, in a nutshell, is your modern day bully-fighter. Although she gets irritated easily, and can offend anyone with a small word, she has a motherly streak that has her standing up for the little guys. While she is generally quiet and respectful, she has a sass that can be irritating to others. Aeife has a fiery personality and can easily show it, much preferring to verbal insult others instead of fighting.

She is frank and truthful, but is able to hold her tongue. She enjoys bending the truth to the point where it's not exactly a lie, especially if it's someone who she doesn't particularly like. Aeife is prone to holding grudges against people, and doesn't trust people who've made a bad first impression. She can get very sarcastic, and she has a bit of a black humor.

Towards her friends and loved ones, she is overly-protective and caring. She is loyal to the point of obsession and, when push comes to shove, will try to give up everything in order to please them. She does get a tad picky, however, and those close enough to her are a very select few. Towards outsiders she can get very stony-faced but is more than willing to accept them.

Aeife is mature for her age, being the eldest of a family of six. She often helps her mother around the house and is usually put in charge of making sure her siblings are doing alright. She is rational and always thinks things through before she takes any actions. She has a fondness for material things and is rather good at saving money, though she is always reluctant to spend it. Clothes are among the many things that she believes, if taken care of, will last her for a long time. She's had her current tunic for a good three years now, and, despite the constant nagging of her friends, she refuses to buy another until it is beyond repair.

She is a very proud, independent individual and dislikes accepting help from anybody. Her stubbornness often gets her into trouble, and she has a mischievous streak. She's generally a very likable person, though if she doesn't like you, it probably won't change. She is brutally direct and confrontational, and isn't afraid to pick a fight with someone larger then her, though she usually ends up running away.

She does try to stay calm in frantic situations, but even she's prone to panic attacks. She has a fondness for being the leader and often assumes that position in her small gang of friends in her village. Towards people who have the same personality as her, she would butt heads. Her head is firmly on the ground, and she hardly believes in elves, or dragons. She rarely believes any stories told and is often takes a while to persuade her to believe anything far fetched.

History:

Born in the quaint little village of Kuasta to the very west of the land of Alagaesia, Aeife's childhood was rather confined. Because of its location, nestled snugly between the tail of the spine and the vast ocean, it was rather difficult to bring supplies in. Not many who lived there were wealthy enough for a good lifestyle, but the village was very interdependent. The men were often sent away to be links, of sorts, between the village and the port of Teirm. They were to import and export good, for the village did not own or have the money to support ships larger than a fishing boat. Still, the people of the area managed to make a good living.

Aeife's father was a modest carpenter, Sidor, who often carved precious little statues that sold for a relatively cheap price in port towns. Her mother, Mackenna, was a housewife, though she often grew her own vegetables in order to help sustain their family. Aeife was born on the 22 of September or thereabouts, on a chilly Autumn Equinox. Even then she had her mother's brown hair, though her eyes were the most peculiar gray color.

Five others followed; Airell, Daire and Darrion, who were identical twins, Keita and Elias respectively. It was a large family, yes, but they were able to get by. Just barely. Although there was barely a year or two's difference between the aforementioned children, Aeife was older than them by about five years, for she was born into troubling times; Sidor and Mackenna were unwilling to have any more children until they were certain that they would be able to support them. Now, it was as if Aeife could almost sense the troubled feelings of her parents and did try to behave, though she often got into trouble. There were many other children her age in the village.

She was homeschooled, taught by her mother and sometimes her father, learning basic reading and writing skills, including how to use the abacus. It was around this time that her father began teaching her archery, much to her younger siblings jealousy. By then she was about seven, a bright, willing young child; though a little on the rambunctious side. She was always seen outside playing with her friends, pestered by her younger brothers and sisters to let them play with her. She always reluctantly agreed, knowing she'd be scolded by her parents if she didn't allow it. It was strange; many wondered why Sidor and Mackenna had so many children; it was normal for a family to have one, perhaps two children or they would struggle to bring them up. Still, everything seemed to be going fine for the family, so it wasn't questioned.

It was when Aeife was about thirteen that her life began to change; though for the better or worse she didn't know. Her mother pestered her to wear newer dresses than the old tunic she cared for. They had plans to set up a dowry and get the young girl married, since she was blossoming into a fine young woman. I know it may sound selfish, but it was normal in the small village. There was a yearly fair in the town of Teirm that only a select few in the village were allowed to go to, in order to sell goods and make the town a little more prosperous. The two parents hoped to let their eldest daughter join the party, along with her father, in the hopes of finding a suitable bachelor, even at her young age. If he was wealthy, it would make it all the better. The wanted to secure the girl's future and keep her safe. There was a small meeting of the town council (which consisted of about three, four elders) concerning the trip.

It was agreed. Aeife, along with her father, would travel to Teirm. If she did marry a wealthy bachelor, if could bring more attention to the village and thus improve trading. Aeife wasn't entirely happy with this; her parents had told her everything, their hopes and their expectations, instead of keeping it from her. She knew they were being logical, yet she couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding at the whole idea. Still, it was for the sake of her family and her village, and she knew, despite her instincts, that it would be unfair to refuse.

It was a hazardous journey, and one of particularly bad luck. Their main man was half mauled by a pack of wild dogs in the foothills of the spine, not to mention one of the elders was killed by the monsters. They were already half way there and deliberated on turning back, but decided, for the better, to continue to Teirm. This certainly wasn't what Aeife wanted, she thought they would all perish out there.

It was a band of weary and footsore travelers that made it to Teirm, a day late for the festival. The could barely pay for the medical expenses for their injured man, yet they still had their hopes high. Aeife, taking to heart what her mother had taught her, did try to be as nice as she could be to the people who were interested in her father's wares. She would sit demurely at the corner of his home-made stall, smiling ever so slightly. She had books to entertain her, and she was rather taken by some of the men that passed, but none seemed to be all that interested in her. It was a blow to her self-confidence, and they returned to Kuasta with heavy hearts.

Three years passed since then, and although she's grown rather pretty, she refuses to return to Teirm for the annual fair, despite her parent's protestations. Aeife is content with staying at home and helping her mother around the house, occasionally wandering around the spine after being dared to by the other village children. Her sibling often accompany her and she loves them for that, though she gets irritated with them. She only hopes nothing will terribly upset the balance of her life.

Roleplaying example:

( This is from another site of mine, the mysste region. I'm Terra there. :3

It was, once again, one of those days that would make a normal person want to cry. Shadows dappled the cold ground, the trees murmured to themselves, ill at ease. The forest floor was covered by a blanket of snow, undisturbed save for the faint Pokemon tacks. Leaves littered the floor, withered and crumpled, dying of old age. The faint sunlight that managed to sneak past the foliage made the snow glitter beautifully. It was strangely pretty, ethereal, almost, if one would care to stop and admire the place. The silence was disturbed suddenly, like a knife cutting through butter, at a faint, feminine grumbling. Alex, though she didn't care to admit it, was struggling. The man slumped on her shoulder was almost like a dead-weight to her; if it had been any other person, perhaps a stranger she had met in the woods, she would've left them to die. It all came out according to plan. Pick the guy up, get him some medical treatment in a village that was suddenly wiped off the map, of course, with some help from a silver-haired lad that had been blown to pieces by a giant centipede. All according to plan.

She had to get through the forest or they'd both die. The scent of Rijk's blood, pouring from the wound that his Shuppet had inflicted, was setting her on edge. She was uncomfortable, she was tired, but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. Because she knew if she did, she would crumple onto the ground and sleep. Sleeping isn't a good thing to do when one is surrounded by snow and completely, utterly lost. How did she get herself into this mess? She was amazed that she was thrown into all this on a small, sudden whim. She had decided to tease the boy that she was currently supporting on her shoulder about what he was wearing. Push came to shove, he let out a rabid ghost, and he was attacked. She almost certainly didn't know why she had rushed to his aid. It wasn't like her, she should've just left him there to die on the beach. But she didn't, and now she felt obliged to help him.

Because god forbid if he died on her, she wouldn't be able to sleep a wink.

She groaned to herself, finally taking notice of the way her muscles screamed in protest at every step she took. She was dying to blame all of this on someone, that it certainly couldn't be her fault, when, that fact was, there was nobody to blame. Yeah sure, there was Rijk, or Malcolm, whatever she should call him, but she wouldn't exactly feel nice in giving him a black eye. She had been looking forward to getting to Rosemary, actually looking forward to it, and dumping the stupid guy on one of the nurses at the Pokemon center. She was met with the charred and broken remains of the once quaint little village. Then, somehow, Robin had managed to get himself killed. She could barely remember the images; her mind had the strange habit of blocking out painful things, but he had disappeared in a huge inferno. Even she knew better than to look for his body, when it was quite obvious that he had just been killed.

By a centipede, no less. A giant one.

She shook away the repetitive thoughts and swallowed the lump in her throat, noting with immense relief that the area around her was covered with a little less snow. Of course, there wasn't much of a difference, but it would make clearing it easier. The thin jacket she wore barely provided enough warmth, and she had the sudden, nauseous feeling that Pokemon might be attracted by the scent of blood. She glanced over her free shoulder, taking in the trail of blood that contrasted sharply against the off colored snow with a grimace. With a deep, tired sigh, she pulled herself over to the closest tree, a massive oak, and set the boy that laid on her shoulder gently against it, making sure there was no room for him to suddenly slip off. She had no blanket, which was a rational thing to pack when starting a journey, and no fire Pokemon that could keep them warm. She was at a loss of what to do; she wasn't a freaking girl-scout. She had no idea how to start a fire without a match or a lighter. The firewood around her was damp, and useless. She kicked furiously at the snow, sending it scattering everywhere, before pinching her cheeks in frustration.

' Well, it'd probably better to die trying to stay alive, ' she thought resignedly to herself, rubbing her arms furiously, hoping to get warm. She cast a bitter glance over her shoulder at the injured boy, her burgundy eyes furious, before she set about trying to find wood that wasn't soaked through. She considered pulling out her Pokemon to help, but decided that if she didn't like the cold, then they would either. Of course, she didn't notice the fact that they had soft fur covering their body, or a thick leather hide, that would keep out the cold better than her pale skin could. She cupped her hands together, blowing into them, once the had found a good pile. It consisted of six small twigs, barely enough to support a fire fore five minutes, let alone light it. Her fingers were numb, bleeding slightly from when she had attempted to pull the bark from the withered old oak who's crown sheltered them. She stared at the meager pile of firewood that would obviously have to support them for the night, her ocher irises deadpan.

She suddenly, childishly, glared at the damp wood, as if that action alone would set off a small fire.

How did you find us?

I remembered visiting here once. Then I saw you in my computer's history! c: So I thought 'well to hell with it' because I was inspired to join an Eragon site after listening to the soundtrack of the movie.

[Angmor]

Accepted!

Welcome to the site, Aeife!