Affasha Jarvadni
Monk of Shadow Mountain Walks in Ashes Shadow Mountain (a.k.a. Affasha Jarvadni, Asha, Ashes)
"This one is proud of you, kit." Two split green eyes peer out from under a pale hood.
"Asha is uncertain she is ready." Walks in Ashes casts her eyes toward the sand. She can see paw marks trailing in every direction in her peripheral vision. Several other Shamans stand in rows to her right and left, heads bowed softly chanting to the Cat Lord. Her knees make shifting dents in the sand as she kneels at the feet of her tutor.
The Shaman gently presses a clawed paw to Asha's chin and tilts her head upward. There is understandable fear in those amber eyes. But behind it is the curious, adventure-keen Tabaxi that has come so far already.
"Ahh, but this one is certain." The cat smiles kindly.
The mountain's groans are quiet and consistent behind them as it pumps lava through its veins and coughs ash onto the plains. The Shaman reaches down and cups a mixture of dirt and ash in his hand, palming it together.
"The time has come for us to join the world. This one is confident you are the right choice to lead us there."
Walks in Ashes nods resolutely as her jaw sets and her eyes clear. A tingle of excitement alights in her chest at the mention of the world she's about to see. She glances right at her ready pack, a quarterstaff securely strapped to it's side, a lyre poking through the top flap, rations and gold fitted into secret compartments.
"The Three bless you. And we name you Affasha Jarvadni: Monk of Shadow Mountain." The Shaman swipes a brazen streak across Asha's eyes as she kneels before him.
Her heart blazes with pride at her new world name.
"Rise."
She does so with the ease and grace of 18 years of careful study. Her body is a curled whip, flexible as cord, but a devastating weapon when the need arises. She knows it can't be true, but she feels taller now, as if the mountain itself shrinks back at her courage.
The chanting ceases and the ceremony concludes. All that is left is the journey to Harrian Hass.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Good fitness, feline agility, slender body shape, long gait,
Body Features
Dark honey fur, amber eyes, lightly stripped in tiger pattern,
Facial Features
Soft facial structure, large darting eyes,
Identifying Characteristics
Nose ring, ear hoops and dermal piercing
Physical quirks
Tail gives away emotions to those able to read it's eccentricities.
Apparel & Accessories
Romanian style travelers garb.
Mental characteristics
Gender Identity
She/Her
Education
Temple of the Three
Accomplishments & Achievements
Chosen to stalk the land and bring back vital world information for the clan
Morality & Philosophy
Chaotic Neutral - Independent and Realistic
Taboos
Touching of whiskers or tail without express invitation
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
To return to my tribe with the history and knowledge of the outside world. To spread good will in regards to my people.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
Dexterous at weaving, and other sleight of hand activities that are related to the natural world. Inept at technology and average understanding of magic.
Likes & Dislikes
Hates the cold, and the rain, and the wet. Adores warm climates and hot sun bathing.
Personality Quirks
You miss your tropical home and complain endlessly about the freezing weather, even in summer.
Minor phobia of water and hate getting wet.
Tail always betrays inner thoughts.
Pur loudly when happy.
Hygiene
Cat bathes regularly and keeps clothes clean but won't shower unless required.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Mila, the Alchemist
Family Ties
Her family gave her to the shaman and the monestary very young when she showed a perchant for curiosity and adventure.
Religious Views
The Three and the Cat Lord
Social Aptitude
Confident and sassy, but lacking the general understanding of ettiquette and manners outside her own clan. Often steps over the bounderies of others accidentally, and doesn't read other races very well.
Mannerisms
"This one..."
Speaks in third person occasionally. Tail usually twitching.
Hobbies & Pets
Writes private poetry about her journeys, has an affinity with all feline creatures, occasionally weaves tapestries and blankets
Speech
High pitch, khajiity accent. Uses Tabaxi phrases.
"May the moon guide you."
"Three eat your heart!"
"Go to warmer sands."
"May you lose half your whiskers in the forest."
Wealth & Financial state
Like most of her kind, she doesn't desire gold or material goods and instead complies stories and histories relevant or entertaining for her clan.
Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Ethnicity
Birthplace
Maztica
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Amber, wide
Hair
Spun hay, wavy with braids, shoulder length
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Dark Honey
Height
6'3"
Weight
65kg
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