Kailyn
Appearance
Kailyn has fair skin with a rosy hue. It's a wonder she has a touch of color at all considering where she spent half her life. Her hair is an ordinary brown and her eyes change with her mood, though only those closest to her can tell. Molten honeyed pools shift to burnt gold and frozen amber. She has slave tattoos from past owners. A trident tattoo on one wrist from her time in Cerak At-Thul and a Sparrow brand from her time with the Sparrow family in Amot-Kalit.
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Skills and Abilities
Kailyn knows how to survive. She's been a slave all her life and she's very astute and strategic with placing herself in a household. She does enough not to be assigned the worst of tasks and to avoid physical punishment. She also recognizes that being head slave of the household is not the best position. It's better to be midway in the ranks to avoid too much attention and jealousy of others.
Kailyn also has magic, though she is not trained how to use it. It's a very odd and specific kind of magic. And it ties to her natural skill as an artist. She can also read and write, a rare trait among slaves.
Kailyn is drawn to the beautiful things of this world due to her harsh upbringing. She tends to pocket trinkets and baubles if she deems them as beautiful or artistic, even if they have no monetary value. This can also get her in trouble. She also relies on her mind and cunning to get her out of tough situations. She is not really a physical fighter. She's better at talking her way out of trouble or running and hiding (as a last resort due to her pride).
Kailyn also has magic, though she is not trained how to use it. It's a very odd and specific kind of magic. And it ties to her natural skill as an artist. She can also read and write, a rare trait among slaves.
Kailyn is drawn to the beautiful things of this world due to her harsh upbringing. She tends to pocket trinkets and baubles if she deems them as beautiful or artistic, even if they have no monetary value. This can also get her in trouble. She also relies on her mind and cunning to get her out of tough situations. She is not really a physical fighter. She's better at talking her way out of trouble or running and hiding (as a last resort due to her pride).
Personality
The girl is as quick with her tongue as she is with holding her tongue. She knows how to read a room and read people. She's good at seeing events from a high level and placing herself where she needs to be to get the best outcome she can afford. If not born a slave, she would've made an excellent trade queen or business tycoon.
Biography & Lore
Kailyn was born from a whore house in Cerak At'Thul. The only reason she didn't end up dashed on the cove rocks like the other consequences that sometimes came from those houses were because of her eyes. Pools of liquid amber honey. There were rumors of an ancient elf ruler of the city that had eyes like that. A story turned into a figure of worship turned into a legend. The head of the whore house decided to keep the whelp to sell into slavery, later. Once she could walk, she was no longer coddled - if one could even call it that. To survive, she had to scrounge around the streets for her own food.
She learned quickly where the best spots were to find scraps, when to go to them, and how to avoid the roving street gangs and others that would soon rather see her dead...or worse. And if it wasn't for meeting Uvogin and her early alliance with the boy, she would've ended up at the bottom of the cove with the fish scraps and eaten upon by the Kivren. Life was bleak in the fish mongrel, slaving capital. Folk were selfish and fought like animals to survive. Kailyn was instantly drawn to the broken pieces of mosaic littered around the city, buried deep in the grime and weeks old layers of fish guts. The girl would polish them off, crouched down by the rocky shores, daring to be at the water's edge with the kivren so close, just so she could get a glimpse of the colors she'd never seen before.
She even shared a few pieces with Uvogin before she was sold on a slaving ship bound for Amol-kalit around the time when she was twelve.
The journey across the sea was hard. Growing up by the sea did not prepare her to be on the rolling, angry waves, stuck beneath the hold and walled in with other bodies in the darkness of stinking flesh and crying moans of despair. Her only sanity was an older desert elf on one side. His shining eyes in the darkness brought the young girl comfort. Perhaps she reminded him of a daughter he'd lost long ago because he formed a soft-spot for the human. In the murky daylight he taught her how to read and write, tracing symbols in the dust of the floors. He was impressed with her ability to grasp concepts quickly.
And one day, she traced an apple in the dust and for a moment, it seemed to take shape and become a tangible thing. But neither Kailyn nor the desert elf talked about what happened. And the next day, they found themselves upriver, off-ship, and separated at the markets. Kailyn was snatched up by the Sparrows, a ruling and prominent family in the city of Salitra.
Kailyn traded a sea of water for a sea of sand. She grew in the house ranks of slaves and once they found out she could read and write, they placed her near the top of the household. And with a small brand of their family crest, marking her as a slave, on the inside of her wrist, she was free to roam the walls of the city in order to complete the family's errands and business. It was the closest to freedom Kailyn ever tasted.
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She learned quickly where the best spots were to find scraps, when to go to them, and how to avoid the roving street gangs and others that would soon rather see her dead...or worse. And if it wasn't for meeting Uvogin and her early alliance with the boy, she would've ended up at the bottom of the cove with the fish scraps and eaten upon by the Kivren. Life was bleak in the fish mongrel, slaving capital. Folk were selfish and fought like animals to survive. Kailyn was instantly drawn to the broken pieces of mosaic littered around the city, buried deep in the grime and weeks old layers of fish guts. The girl would polish them off, crouched down by the rocky shores, daring to be at the water's edge with the kivren so close, just so she could get a glimpse of the colors she'd never seen before.
She even shared a few pieces with Uvogin before she was sold on a slaving ship bound for Amol-kalit around the time when she was twelve.
The journey across the sea was hard. Growing up by the sea did not prepare her to be on the rolling, angry waves, stuck beneath the hold and walled in with other bodies in the darkness of stinking flesh and crying moans of despair. Her only sanity was an older desert elf on one side. His shining eyes in the darkness brought the young girl comfort. Perhaps she reminded him of a daughter he'd lost long ago because he formed a soft-spot for the human. In the murky daylight he taught her how to read and write, tracing symbols in the dust of the floors. He was impressed with her ability to grasp concepts quickly.
And one day, she traced an apple in the dust and for a moment, it seemed to take shape and become a tangible thing. But neither Kailyn nor the desert elf talked about what happened. And the next day, they found themselves upriver, off-ship, and separated at the markets. Kailyn was snatched up by the Sparrows, a ruling and prominent family in the city of Salitra.
Kailyn traded a sea of water for a sea of sand. She grew in the house ranks of slaves and once they found out she could read and write, they placed her near the top of the household. And with a small brand of their family crest, marking her as a slave, on the inside of her wrist, she was free to roam the walls of the city in order to complete the family's errands and business. It was the closest to freedom Kailyn ever tasted.
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References
Private Tales - Many Forms of Thirst
"I heard he lights maidens on fire," Aurora whispered next to Kailyn, huddling close to the wagon piled high with the Sparrow's precious belongings. "Don't yah think kissing a fire giant would hurt? All that magma," Samson chided, shifting the sack of grain on one of his broad shoulders...
