Post by Carmela on Dec 18, 2019 21:52:15 GMT
Carmela Malak
Fates
Fates
General
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Birthday: November 2nd
Stats
Class: Light Mage
Level: 1
HP: 16
STR: 0
MAG: 4
SKL: 7
SPD: 4
DEF: 1
RES: 5
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s): Light Magic; Rank E, Tomes; Rank E
Appearance
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: (Right) Gold, (Left) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Height: 5’6
Weight: 136 lbs
Clothing:
Carmela’s wardrobe is comprised mostly of skirts and dresses in warm, earthy tones. While they don’t make her look elderly, it definitely contrasts with her youthful- albeit tired- face. Accessories are unknown to the young woman, the only exception being the earrings she rarely remembers to put in. Carmela shifts between a high ponytail and a low braid, and keeps a rather peculiar cloak hung in the back.
About
Profession: Herbalist
Alliance: Neutral
Hometown: Ohma, Crimea
Likes:
+ Plants and Flowers
+ Animals
+ Tea
+ Stargazing
+ Music
Dislikes:
- Stormy weather
- Noises resembling Thunder
- Being unable to heal others
- Not remembering her past
- Crowds of people
Personality:
The world has seen Carmela in better shape. It might surprise people to know just how brightly the young woman once shone. Always bouncing from one home to the next with homemade concoctions. Always helping with the seasonal harvests. Always climbing the tallest tree to report star placements to her father, drinking up every moment she was that close to the heavens like it was her last time. There are moments when that spirited young woman returns to the present. But never for too long, because she’ll call for her parents or feel the knotted skin behind her neck, and suddenly, there’s a haze in her eye.
The Carmela the world sees now is silent and weary. Apathetic in terms of outward appearances, but simply muted inward. There are emotions and memories she experiences that she wishes she could name. But names comes with pain, an ever present reminder to never linger too much on the familiar shadows that wander her head. Still present from her former self is a burning curiosity. This curiosity leads her, more often than not, into trouble. Whether it be in those rare pain-inducing moments of trying to capture the memories that fluttered through her mind like butterflies, or with the people of Izumo. It’s due to her reputation as someone who is ‘not all there’ that she is only ever given a scolding.
Carmela isn’t completely lost, however. The clouds of her mind, like the clouds in the sky, are bound to lift with the right conditions.
Biography:
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It’s during the nights when Carmela can’t sleep, and the moon finds her staring at the stars with such a lost intensity, that the young woman begins to think that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t supposed to be born. She’ll think about her life in those silent moments.
A kind, warm woman from a farming village. A reclusive but loving man from a grand capital. Carmela struggles to see their smiling faces through the clouds of her mind, but she can feel them. Nimble fingers weaving her thick hair. A firm hand guides her much smaller one across a flattened map. There are times when she can still feel them, those painfully familiar touches, like a phantom limb.
They were going somewhere. Carmela remembers that. It was storming. Where were they again? Much too far from home, but still within Crimea. Why were they leaving? Her parents weren’t forthcoming with answers, but their faces said it all.
There was a loud crash. Like thunder. Like an attack.
The clouds in her mind grew thicker now. Locking in the information and giving Carmela a painful reprimand; a burning sensation starting behind her neck, digging its way under her skin, and shooting through her skull. The ringing in her ears begins to fade and shift into the chanting of a single word only she can hear.
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Carmela blinks away the tears and suddenly, she’s not with her parents anymore. Her senses come back to her slowly, heavily, like wet sand. Her emotions and thoughts don’t feel like her own. Her body was anchored, yet she was floating away.
The years that followed after were hazy. The young woman doesn’t remember how or when she appeared in the peaceful country of Izumo. She doesn’t remember how she came about her new home, or why she started her profession in the first place. She doesn’t remember why she wears the bandage over her eye, or why she’s so hesitant to brush the back of her neck. It’s strange, but it isn’t something she questions. Not anymore.
Other
Status: Single and not ready to mingle
Orientation: Demisexual
Pet: Many animals are given a temporary home with Carmela. The ‘regulars’ being: Tsuki the Rabbit, Hoshi the Dog, and Daichi the Snake.
Additional Notes:
✿ Carmela is a heron branded. The mark is behind her neck and hidden by her hair. The area is burned with thick scars, but is still visible.
❀ Has a habit of mirroring and echoing people in her proximity. Highly empathetic.
✿ Provides flower fortunes and tea readings upon request. They’re very popular and shockingly accurate.
❀ A believer in the Law of Names, she only refers to herself using her last name.