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Character name: Ameliama Cuire
Age: 28
Intended Faction:Obscuvian would be her faction. Though the fellowship is looking good. Will need help deciding this....
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A source of the Obscuvians' power can be credited to their oblates and widespread sanctuaries for widows and orphans. Obscuvian peoples are taught the core values of charity, as its ideals are based around repentance and deserving a rightful place in Paradise
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Region: Which part of Panymium are they from? Where are they now?
Born and raised in Shyregoed, her parents and her lived and worked with a merchant caravan. While she enjoyed the mountains, Ameliama fell in love with the hilly wood lands of Imisus when her caravan traveled there. When she turned 20, Ameliama left the caravan and took a job as a cook in the capital of Ismisus. Then moved with her husband to to his hometown, a village in Ismisus
Appearance: Her skin is a lightly-tanned color with a smattering of freckles across her nose. Her hair is long and tousled, with a wavy and a slightly messy look to it; it is usually bound into a loose braid. Her eyes have an orange iris with gold flecks around the pupil. She has a long scar on her face from her chin up to her right temple. She wears a Kirtle(that's the word for it apparently.. or it could be called a cote)
She also usually has an apron on(rather like this). She usually does not wear anything on her head except a straw hat when she is traveling. Her clothes would be well used with some patches, but clean. She is not rich by any means, but the farm make enough for her and Naiser to get by.
Personality: She was once a warm and loving person; always helpful, willing to put in the extra effort, going out of her way to help someone and usually had a smile on her face. Warm and bubbly, she loved to cook and feed people. Her door was always open for anyone, even strangers. She tended to trust people until they proved themselves untrustworthy. While her family loved her, they were worried about her tendency to speak her mind and her bluntness. She would say what she wanted, when she wanted, to who she wanted, and would laugh if someone tried to shush her or tell her that it was dangerous. It was her mind and she would speak it! This made her family very worried that one day she would speak her mind to the wrong person and get hurt.
After her husband was attacked and crippled, her personality changed. Now she's a much more distrustful person towards those she does not know. She no longer goes out of her way to help strangers, unless there's something in it for her. She smiles only for her family these days, and scowls dis-trustingly at strangers. She still loves to cook, but she’ll only feed non-family if they are a child or known to her. She bares a hatred for bandits and those who hurt others fro gain, be it monetary gain or social gain. She considers mercenaries to be not much more than publicly funded bandits. One thing that hasn't changed is her blunt manner of speaking and how she will always speak her mind. Though these days she tends to be more rude and scathing then the friendly outgoing girl she once was.
Ameliama is obsessed with magic; she concentrates on two things in her studies, to get stronger so that no one will ever hurt a loved one in front of her again and to see if she can find a healing spell strong enough to heal her husband.
Towards her husband she is still warm and loving. She doesn't care that he can't feel his left side and that it is difficult for him to move some days, she still loves him to death. She's always there to help him and be his support. What she has always wanted though, is for a child. It is from this wish, and her sadness at her miscarriage that Mestolo is born.
History: Born and raised in the cold Shyregoed in the wagons of a merchant caravan, Amelia grew up happy and innocent. She enjoyed a quiet childhood and saw many different people and places. Her true joy in life was cooking; she could bake, grill, fry, and sauté anything. The expressions of delight from those who ate her food that was her favorite thing to see.
While her caravan was in Imisus, she fell in love with both a man and the place. Leaving her home caravan and bidding her family goodbye, Ameliama snagged a job as a cook in the well-known White Swan Inn in the capital Gadu. Her caravan master had helped to get her the job. Apparently his descriptions of her food was elegant enough to get her a chance to show the inn's master how good she actually was. Once she could show them her cooking, they were hooked. Ameliama was glad to have a place to stay, not having to camp every night and a hot bath everyday. The head cook was an older woman. She enjoyed having a skilled protegee like Ameliama to teach all her skills to.
Nearby lived and worked a mage who had taken to tinkering with science. His name was Naiser, and he was handsome enough in a rugged way. He usually came to eat at the White Swan for lunch, and Ameliama and him soon struck up a friendship, though her feelings were more than that of a friend. Ameilama was overjoyed their friendship blossomed into love, her warmth and good cooking had won him over. After a year of courtship, Ameliama married Naiser, and soon after they left for a small village near the border of Ismisus and Shyregoed where Naiser's family lived. His father was too old to run the family farm anymore, and all his siblings didn't want to leave their city jobs. When Ameliama learned of this, she told Naiser that she was willing to move, since it would mean a real house to live in instead of the room she rented near the inn. That and she was thinking of a family and how a farmhouse would have enough room for one. So they moved in with his dying father. Ameliama had no problem adjusting to country life, it was a pleasant mix of her old caravan life and newer city life. Naiser had more difficulty, but he soon got back into his childhood lifestyle.
Ameliama and Naiser had a happy life, though there where bad parts, like his father finally succumbing to old age, and a nasty storm that damaged their house. During winter, when they were snowed in, they would talk about their past, and Naiser would often bring out his magic and teach some of it to Ameliama . While it wasn't her greatest love, she did enjoy learning magic, and Naiser was an apt teacher.
After four years of marriage, Ameliama found out she was pregnant, adding even more joy to their lives.
It was at this time that bandits set up in the nearby woods. The village men got together with some retired guardsmen from the city to run them out. They almost succeeded... except for a wounded bandit who snuck away during the fight. The villagers were thrilled at their victory, until they noticed many of the dead bandits had signs of the plague. The bandit who had slunk away also carried the plague.
On a beautiful fall day a few days after the fight, Ameliama's happy life came crashing down. It was in the evening and Ameliama was cleaning her favorite wooden ladle, it’d been the first gift that Naiser had given her. It was her treasure: carved from oak, it was a deep brown and had a warm glow to it, Ameilama was sure Naiser had modified it his magic or science. While she was washing the dishes, Naiser was out chopping wood for their fire, which is how he was found by the wounded bandit. Hearing her husband’s cry, Ameliama rushed outside still holding her ladle. What she saw was the bandit standing over Naiser, who lay crumpled upon the ground a crossbow bolt lying partially stuck in his head. Unbeknownst to Ameilama, the bolt had only slightly penetrated his skull, not killing him yet.
Rage and despair filled her, and screaming she charged. She swung her ladle like a club, scratched, bit, anything; but her strength was no match for the taller, stronger male bandit. The man tried to subdue her, but then her ladle hit a wound from an earlier fight, causing it to bleed and stain the ladle. Having enough of this crazy woman, he began to hit back and hit back harder. Eventually he used his unloaded crossbow to hit her, which stunned her as the tip tore up the right side of her face. The bandit left her lying stunned next to her bleeding husband as he ran into their cottage to see if there was any valuables.
After a while, one villager came to ask a question of Naiser and found Ameliama crying as she cradled her fallen husband. Shocked at what had happened, the alarm was raised and many of the villagers went out to make sure there were no more bandits around. One of the older couples in the village took her in to watch over her while she and Naiser healed. Sometime the next day, Ameliama went into premature labor; the beating caused her baby to be miscarried. She had lost her unborn child and was deathly afraid that her husband would soon follow. The villagers also picked up her ladle: it was stained with blood that couldn't be washed away. They were going to throw it away, after all, you couldn't cook food with it anymore, but Ameliama begged them not to throw Naiser's gift away.
The following weeks were stressful and Ameliama never strayed from her wounded husbands side. While he would live, he would never be as capably as before. The blow to his head had damaged his brain, making it difficult to cast magic and he could no longer feel his left side. He could move his arm and leg, but only with some concentration and effort.
After Naiser had healed, they went back to her ransacked cottage and tried to restart their lives. Ameliama began to really learn magic from her husband. While he could no longer cast the spells himself, he could teach them to her. Perhaps there was a secret hidden among the many spell books on how to heal her husband.
Naiser began to re-learn how to farm and was able to keep the small farm alive, even though he was crippled and unable to do all the tasks he needed to. Ameliama stepped up and began to take on much of the work until Naiser was able to do it himself. She still works along side him, supporting him where he needs it.
Naiser often shakes his head at his stubborn wife, she wouldn't throw out the ladle he made for her as his first courting gift even though they couldn't get rid of the blood stain. She kept it hanging in the kitchen by the window.
When Mestolo was 'born' from the plagued ladle, Ameliama was overjoyed, a child! It may not be hers and Naiser's, but non the less, it was a child to call her own.
