Sodyrin Gellantara

Sodyrin Gellantara

Human Female Cleric
You see before you a 30 year old woman with reddish blonde hair, poorly cut and pulled to the back of her head; she has a ready and open smile that invites you into her circle. But once there, you get a closer look at her. She has several significant but well healed scars on her face and neck, and many more on her hands. And there’s something about her eyes… a story to be told, you’re sure.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

A 30-year-old woman with reddish blonde hair, poorly cut and pulled to the back of her head; she has a ready and open smile that invites you into her circle. But once there, you get a closer look at her. She has several significant but well-healed scars on her face and neck, and many more on her hands. And there’s something about her eyes… a story to be told, you’re sure.

Identifying Characteristics

Several significant but well healed scars on her face, neck, and hands.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Sodyrin was one of 6 children born to her father, Walsh, and the eldest of three born to his second wife, Mania. Her Father lost his first wife to an illness and Mania to an accident involving a wagon when Sodyrin was 12 seasons.
Sodyrin’s early years were spent on her father’s boat working with her 5 other siblings and mother to bring fish to market. Walsh’s boat was not a fishing ship but rather would pick up the fish and bring them to port.
After Mania’s death, Walsh was disheartened, eventually losing his boat. He brought his six children into town where they were loaned a tiny shack behind the fish processing row. This was a wretched change for the children. The older two struck out on their own joining the fishing fleet leaving the younger four at home. Walsh, now on land, took to the bottle and was dismissed from every posting he could get. Sodryn and her siblings were thought odd by the other children in the village who didn’t understand the way the children, raised only with family on a boat spoke, thought or played with one another. Things only got worse. Sodyrin, now 13 seasons, and her older sister, Marcelin, 14 season, were able to work in one of the pubs. They provided some support for the family but the work was hard. Before long, Marcelin was hired to another pub.
When Sodyrn was 14 seasons there was a fight in the pub while she was there. She and the other servers hid behind the counter until things quieted down. The fight had moved outside and pub came back to life. That night, walking back to her hovel, Sodyrin saw something she thought might have been a discarded coat crumpled at the base of a building in the snow. Being cold, she investigated. It was a coat but inside the coat was a man from the fight earlier. She shook the man but he was quite dead. Sodyrin removed his coat was about to continue home when she saw a glint of metal. It was a knife protruding from his belly. It was beautiful. It occurred to her it would fetch a handsome price. Wearing the dead man’s coat she gingerly pulled the knife from him and turned towards home. She reasoned he was already dead and must have had questionable morals to be in a fight at a pub. Besides, this was charity he should have chosen to do in life.
That’s then she heard the screams. It was her brother's voice. He was 10 seasons and would often be gone all the daylight joining her at the pub before walking home. He hoped someone would have left behind some food on their plate that he could steal before the cook made it into something else for the next day.
There was a man - a big man - standing where she had heard Kai’s voice come from. In the dark it took a moment to realize that big man was hold Kai. Kai struggled for all he was worth but the man held him with little effort.
“That’s my knife. Give it back.” the big man said in a low quiet voice.
Shaking and feeling chills Sodyrin feebly called out, “Let my brother go and you can have this knife.”
There was a brief pause as though the man was deciding if he should be cautious before his free hand came up and flew in front of Kai. Kai bucked, thrashed, and then fell to the ground. The big man stepped over Kai and started toward Sodyrin. With all her might, she threw the knife away from her. The man growled but started in the direction it had gone.
Screaming for help Sodyrin rush to Kai and held him as blood leaked from his throat where the man had cut him. She knew all she could do was comfort him but she still called for help.
Shortly, people came out of the pub but instead of doing anything to help they pulled up short paces from the pair.
The port’s Cadre arrived shortly. They looked at Kai, Sodyrins coat and hands and then asked where the knife was. Not seeing things like they were, she told them she had thrown it ‘that way’ into the snow. The big man was of course gone. Two Cadre members grabbed Sodyrin’s arms and hauled her to her feet. They started dragging her to their holding building. She was screaming about how she didn’t kill him and she needed to tell her father and more but they didn’t listen.
Before long Sodyrin, at only 14 seasons, found herself sentenced to 6 year hard labor in a penitentiary far from the port town. Imagine the worst that you can for this place and then go half again as bad. The prisoners were people who didn’t claim to be innocent. In fact if anything they bragged and inflated their crimes as though it was a sort of defense. The women were somewhat separated from the men and there were female guards but that meant nothing in practice. The female guards thought nothing of egging on the male misbehavior towards the women prisoners. Sodyrin was told once that it was to keep the female guards safer from the male prisoners. Possibly, in most cases but certainly not all of them.
Here Sodyrin grew strong of body and mind. She learned to fight and defend herself empty handed and with a knife; she learned how to make and use a sling that she kept hidden but often used to end other fights and digressions; she learned a good bit about healing a person with nothing; how to attract and trap rodents; repair and pad clothing; and most especially how to maximize her work effort. It took time but she eventually gained a favored status in the prison which allowed her to be left unharassed more than most.
When Sodyrin was released, she was pointed to town. It was a half a days walk for a healthy person. Sodyrin made it in less. Perhaps because she was fleeing, perhaps because she was strong, perhaps because she was afraid of the loss of everything - good or bad - that she had known for so long.
In town, people were looking at her strangely and moving far out of her path. Did they know where she had been and what she had been through? Exhausted and seeing the waning daylight, she found a deep alcove and tucked up into it. She spent the night there, one eye open as usual.
Dawn broke and a beam of light inched over the nearby building piercing into her eyes. At that moment someone shouted “Hey! What are you doing there?” And approached. Sodyrin didn’t run, she never had, but jumped to the ground and wait ready for anything. It was a man and he approached her carefully, seeing her posture. “Hey,” he said, “I’m Tizahr. One of the acolytes told us you were out here.” He seemed open and calm. “Please, come with me and we’ll get you some food and something to wear outside.” Sodyrin reasoned that nothing could compare to what she had just survived so she did follow.
Tizahr’s broad shoulders plunged into the unknown streets; when he was going to turn right his right shoulder dipped as he turned and then a left turn brought the left one down. Sodyrin had no trouble following his lead as he telegraphed his intention so clearly. She decided this was no fighter and then gave her a good bit of confidence.
Before long, the village wasn’t that large, they came to a tired looking building whose only feature were the multiple large windows set deep into the walls on either side of the stone door. The glass was the poor glass of time in small rectangles held together with metal strips, but they were clean and in good repair. The ground around the building was adorned only with native stones but again they were clean and maintained.
“This is it,” Tizah said with excitement and reverence in a hushed voice. Sodyrin wondered who might be listening. “This is our village temple! We welcome you here regardless of your belief or past or need.” He must know, she thought. Did this place get a lot of released prisoners?
“What goes on here?” She asked as Tizahr started away,
“Oh! We a local temple to the deity Shallya. She blesses all people with her light for crops, redemption for evil-doers, and healing for the soul and the body.” There it is, Sodyrin thought, ‘evil-doers.’ So he does know where she had been and he wants to fix her. She considered running but Tizahr continued, “This is a healing center but we meet all needs - even cells for the night…”. He stopped short and turned, “Sorry…. uh… that what we call private rooms inside a temple of a monetary …. Sorry.” Sodyrin said nothing. What could she say, really?

Author: Sodyrin Gellantara

Current Location

Village of Pine Grove

Species

Human

Year of Birth

86 VF 30 Years old

Gender

Female

Hair

Reddish blonde hair, poorly cut and pulled to the back of her head.