Southern Alacritia Natives

role: The Oracle/Aika ( Otherwise normal member )

family: Adeyemi

NAME: Lya

Age: Four Years

Gender: Female

APPEARANCE:

Quote:Just as the harsh solstice she was produced in, the colors of pure snow and frozen grounds have colored her pelt in various shades, as if a pencil shaded in a picture of her icon.

First and foremost, many will notice her slight figure, that of a goddess, such as the goddess her body hosts. Her icon is streamlined and holds very little curve about it, each angle of her posture sharp. She stands at a rather impassive twenty-nine inches at her very shoulders, most of her weight consisting of either muscle or the spirit of the goddess within her, a light one hundred twenty-one pounds. Despite her lightness, the vessel is healthy and is without disease or famine, hiding the fact of rejecting full meals. The cloak of her pelt is of medium length, yet is constantly groomed to the best of her ability to upkeep her appearance, no matter how unruly or despicable her pelt can become if left unchecked for several days. The coat is thicker wrung about her neck and cheeks, as well as near her rump, where a normal length banner sways, covered in a double coat about two inches thick on the undersides.

Just as the season of her long-awaited birth, comes the hues mirroring that of the winter months. The base is swathed by a light tan color, which reigns untouched only in special areas of her bodice, primarily upon her face and scruff. Smoky white bands mar her pale skin, banding all over her icon save for her lower legs and the clean areas of tan. The default of her coloration is visible beneath these brushstrokes of white smoke. The brindled markings rush all along the small of her back, over her shoulders, and near her knees on both forelegs and hind legs, fading eventually on her legs to a smoky grey, whilst her plume fades into her base coat. Despite her rather bland colors that mottle her skin, she bears some sharply changed markings. Her muzzle is dipped in snow, as well as both of her ears. Each paw is delicately dipped in this color, fading from the smudgy smoke colors of her appendages. The entirety of her underside within radius of her legs is masked by the same snowy white colors, topping off her wintery appearance. The gems of the mother has been bestowed upon the snowy goddess, holding the color of turquoise. The expression displayed by them is undeniable, and sometimes if one is to look hard enough, they may see the kindness of a mother; Otito Iya.

PERSONALITY:

Quote:Since the availibility of the goddess' lands to the wolves whose songs were constantly of constant war and strife, without peace and tranquility, the vessel has given it upon herself to guide the two leading elders through what might spell the end of the Tahtla and their ways. Otito Iya speaks through her as a way of communicating with those who are mortal, and allows her to gain wisdom and pass it down to her next successor. On her own, however, she is intelligent and strong-willed, almost stubborn in some conditions. Her temper isn't an easy one to spike, but once it has been ignited, the goddess can act a little bit off, but she can easily calm down once her mind is set upon it. The chasms of her mind can quickly create images of plans and she is a bit of a strategist if such a skill is ever to have to be called upon.

Since the arrival of the northern wolves, who had begun to bring their problematic temperament to the southern lands of the goddess, Lya has found herself to be growing a bit more untrusting around those who aren't of southern descent, or truly not within the Tahtla. She uses caution with her own words around those such wolves as well, to try to keep the tribe a secret away from the selfish and greedy savages of the north. If one is to provoke her and attack, whilst her guard is not about, she is willing to fight to keep herself. Self-defense is in fact, a small trait she has learned, to keep herself from feeling guilty of allowing the guard to be held responsible for her harming and be exiled.

Her eyes hold the kindness that of a mother around those she is most familiar about, those who speak the language of the land, and her posture holds that of a guide, to help lead the Tahtla through their darkest times and bleakest moments; willing enough to take lead to aid as many as she is able to. Children, especially, are held close to her heart. Each one is treated by her as a god or goddess, for they continue life and the cycle of rebirth in the lands, and each one has a small bit of Otito Iya within them.

SHORT HISTORY:

Quote:As many of the past Oracles of the Tahtla tribe, the vessel was given life to in the heat of the winter solstice, the brink of a hard season spent surviving as a test. She spent some time beat by her father who appeared and disappeared like the sun and moon at the end of each day, whilst fighting to survive in a litter of only herself with her starving mother in wastelands. Food was a scarcity and often greeted with ritual cherishing and usage properly, making even a small scrap last long enough to satisfy them for another day to live.

As the mistrals retreated and the lands warmed, life began to burgeon and the child was met by many new faces, all of those who would welcome their new Oracle coming of age. The current Aika then had gazed down at her frail frame, her motherly gaze captivating her heart in silent embrace. Instantly, the child had felt safety, and every day, she was eager to learn more of what her future role in the Tahtla was to be. When her rank was passed down to her, the child took it with great care, and since then, she has been the host of the true mother of the world.

REWARD STORE PRICE: 300 gems possibly if Brindling must be paid for, but I can pay for it easily.