Your Name:
Nyritha
Code: promise
Character's Name: Cythera Linthi
Age and Birthday: 15, July 8
Race: Luarin, with a little bit of Raka blood from her mother's side
Social Standing: Commoner
Profession: Library helper, assistant historian
Place of Residence: Palace in Rajmuat
Magic None. She feels a little nervous about magic in general, though she will tolerate it.
Family:
Father- Simon, he ran a bookstore, but is now dead.
Mother- Riana, she helped Simon at the
bookstore, but is now dead.
Physical Description: Cythera has always been rather short; she is about five foot two, and has
stopped growing. She is rather thin, and looks like she might blow away on the next breeze. She has thin, pale blond hair, cut raggedly to about shoulder
length, and she will never submit to having it any way but loose. She has deep green eyes, that seem to hide vast amounts of knowledge. She has slightly pale
skin, that looks as if she hasn't seen the sun for quite a while, and ink stains on her fingers. She wears a uniform of blue trousers and tunic, with a
green shirt and green trimming. The tunic has a picture of a kudarung on the front.
Personality: Cythera is rather shy. She doesn't really like to talk to people, and would much
rather read a book than socialize. She is also quiet, and likes to listen to other peoples conversations, though she can hardly make any kind of conversation
herself. She is usually a pretty calm, happy person, but she will get rather angry if anyone teases her about being a bookworm or is careless with the books.
She hates to fight, and if she gets into an argument that seems like it will get physical, she will run away. She is no good at any type of fighting, from
weapons to hand to hand, and if she tried, she'd probably hurt herself.
She loves to read, and
does so as much as she can in her free time. She is also rather dreamy, fazing out for a while, and not noticing anything during that time. She is kind, and
loves to help other people, especially any beggars she finds on the streets, remembering when she was one of them. She is rather intelligent, and is very
proficient at reading, and writing, and has a good understanding of math. She also knows a lot of history from reading many history books. She has a good
memory, and has memorized almost all the contents of the library, as well as where the books go.
History: Cythera's mother was the daughter of a merchant, her father ran a bookstore. They
married, and after a year they had her. She grew up as a happy healthy baby, and as soon as she was old enough they started teaching her to read, write, and
then figure. She drank up that knowledge, and started reading every book she could get her hands on. Her parents let her, as long as she didn't damage the
books.
When she was nine, she started helping her parents in the shop, helping to sort and organize books, showing customers where things were, and helping with the sales. Her parents liked this because they got help, and all they had to do to pay her was feed, house, and cloth her, as well as let her read books. She loved her job, and knew all the books in the store and where they were, almost better than her parents.
This didn't mean they were rich, or even lived very comfortably. Some days they barely scraped through, and didn't have enough to eat. Cythera understood this, and the fact that they couldn't make enough to be fed and clothed well. So some days, when she wasn't needed at the bookstore she went out begging. She had mixed success, she didn't get much, and when she did, it was usually a bit of food. But she did get the occasional coin or two.
This life ended when her parents died. It was a hot summer day, and her mother and father had gone to buy some more books for the store. When they didn't come back after an hour, Cythera started getting worried. When they hadn't come back after three hours, she decided to go out and find them. She finally decided to go find what had happened, and went to where they said they had gone to get the books. She found them halfway there, with the books, beaten to death with everything gone but their clothes. She mourned, but ran back to the bookstore as fast as she could so the same fate wouldn't befall her. She ran the shop for a few days, but found that she couldn't run it herself, for she didn't know about keeping the place running, and didn't know who to buy books from.
Eventually one of her
parents good friends came and found her in this predicament. He found a buyer for the place, and she sold it. He then took her to his house, and asked her if
she would like to work at the palace library. She was thrilled, she would have even more books to read, and probably a warm place to live too! It seemed that
the palace had a shortage of librarians, and she would fill the spot wonderfully. It also turned out that the man was a palace servant, so he would be able to
recommend her to the head librarian. In just a week she was installed in her position, and was in the process of memorizing all the books in the library and
where they went. Also reading all of them.
Role Play Sample: Cythera waited anxiously for her parents to get home, they were taking longer than
usual, and she was worried. An hour had gone by, and they still weren't there. She started pacing, not being able to sit still for worrying. Another hour
had gone past and they still weren't there, where could they be? She bit her lip, imagining all the things that could have gone wrong. What if they had
gotten frozen? What if they had gotten run over by a wagon? Her mind churned presenting picture after picture of all the things that could have happened. She
finally went out to find them.
She ran through the crowd, drudging up from her memory the way they had gone last time to get books from the place her mom and dad had gone today. It was slow
going, as she had to push through the crowd of people. She finally got to the place where they had gone to buy books, and she asked the person there if he had
seen them. He told her that they had been and gone. She went back, thinking that they had probably just made a detour and were at home, worrying about her. She
pushed her way through the crowd again, this time taking more back alleys, trying to make the best time possible. She was hurrying along, when she suddenly
tripped. She turned to see what had tripped her, and gasped in horror, for there were her parents, beaten to death and stripped of everything but their
clothes.
