Post by Ari Mahtab on May 1, 2016 3:14:35 GMT
ARI MAHTAB
ASTRAE | PANSEXUAL |
TWENTY FIVE | VIGILANTE |
personality
Ari is a quiet, mysterious stranger of unknown loyalties. She's a capable warrior, a known friend to Outworlders, and stories tell of her protecting those newly appeared in Astrae and even raiding the Empire's camps. She's rescued Imperial knights from overwhelming odds, rooted out corrupt officials, and generally somehow managed to be on every side of the nebulous brewing conflict.
Her first instinct in any situation is to minimize harm. She helps, and gives no thought to consequence. Many could call her brash given how she frequently acts without thinking, jumping to right a wrong before she even realizes she's moving.
Ari is deathly curious about the Outworlds phenomenon, being first seen in the Empire when stories of it began to spread, seeking out and interviewing Outworlders. She gives the impression that she's quiet and reclusive, but that's the result of a calm warrior's confidence coupled with simple, awkward shyness.
bIOGRAPHY
Ari's mothers knew she was leaving before Ari herself did. When stories of people from other worlds reached their people even in the deep Xeranos desert. When they found Ari in quiet, halting conversation with traders and travelers, re-learning a language she had left behind long ago, stumbling over the shape of half-familiar words. From the way Ari surrounded herself with friends and family. Clung to lovers and loved ones. The way her eyes drifted east.
They'd had the farewell party planned long before the tribe's travels took them near the eastern edge of the desert. The specter of Ari's departure loomed closer by the day, and the whole tribe was determined to slay it with fire and music and good food and good friends. But the parting never came. Ari grew tense and restless, and as they moved along the edge of the desert, so did everyone else. She seemed determined to pretend there was nothing to the east. No Empire, no Outworlders. As a child she had reached into a nest of scorpions because she had never seen one and wanted to know what it looked like. There had never been a question that she wouldn't ask, and then immediately go find the answer to it.
The night before the tribe was due to move west again, back into the desert's heart, they found Ari by the embers of her watchfire, hugging her knees, looking east but seeing nothing through her tears. The sound of hooves on soft sand alerted her to their approach, and she started to shake.
"Your adventure awaits, bacce," her mother said, softly touching her shoulder.
Ari sobbed. "I- Oh, maman, I can't."
Her other mother approached, leading a horse laden with supplies. "You already have, little one. You cling to us so tightly because your heart left for the east months ago."
Gentle touches coaxed Ari to her feet, and her mothers hugged her fiercely. "Given time, you might forget that you ever wanted to leave. This notion of empires and other worlds will seem a silly fantasy. But you will be less for it."
Ari clung to them, crying loudly and messily. She could barely form words through her grief. "Maman. Madar. I-"
"Go, child," they told her, kissing her cheeks and handing her the reins. "Go, and grow, and change. Have fun, dear, and come home when you're satisfied."
She left.
They'd had the farewell party planned long before the tribe's travels took them near the eastern edge of the desert. The specter of Ari's departure loomed closer by the day, and the whole tribe was determined to slay it with fire and music and good food and good friends. But the parting never came. Ari grew tense and restless, and as they moved along the edge of the desert, so did everyone else. She seemed determined to pretend there was nothing to the east. No Empire, no Outworlders. As a child she had reached into a nest of scorpions because she had never seen one and wanted to know what it looked like. There had never been a question that she wouldn't ask, and then immediately go find the answer to it.
The night before the tribe was due to move west again, back into the desert's heart, they found Ari by the embers of her watchfire, hugging her knees, looking east but seeing nothing through her tears. The sound of hooves on soft sand alerted her to their approach, and she started to shake.
"Your adventure awaits, bacce," her mother said, softly touching her shoulder.
Ari sobbed. "I- Oh, maman, I can't."
Her other mother approached, leading a horse laden with supplies. "You already have, little one. You cling to us so tightly because your heart left for the east months ago."
Gentle touches coaxed Ari to her feet, and her mothers hugged her fiercely. "Given time, you might forget that you ever wanted to leave. This notion of empires and other worlds will seem a silly fantasy. But you will be less for it."
Ari clung to them, crying loudly and messily. She could barely form words through her grief. "Maman. Madar. I-"
"Go, child," they told her, kissing her cheeks and handing her the reins. "Go, and grow, and change. Have fun, dear, and come home when you're satisfied."
She left.
LADY MARIA from BLOODBORNE | PLAYED BY: socratease
coded by ulla
