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Melina
The village of Ewell always boasted a busy and well-stocked market. It seemed like one could find anything they wanted there, from a certain herb leaf all the way up to a fine-leather saddle worthy of a mighty steed. Due to the resourcefulness of the market, it saw lots of trade and, therefore, revenue, making it one of the more popular villages to buy produce from. People from two villages over even came to cast their eyes over the wears that were being sold or bartered for. Most of the time one could buy what they wanted for a decent prize. There wasn't a need, in Ewell, to sell above the worth of something, not when there was so much business you could afford to sell items at a decent prize and sell a lot of them.
It was one of the reasons why Melina preferred to visit Ewell, despite the risk. Although she had become a familiar face to some of the vendors and many now saw her as one of their own. Even if she wasn't. However it was better that they didn't know that. While Melina didn't mind some of the vendors, and enjoyed casual conversation with them, she knew better than to ever trust a single one of them with the truth. Friends could turn to enemies in a blink of an eye these days.
It's why she kept her hair pinned back over her ears, to hide the truth. For a single look at the pointed tips would inform everyone close enough to see them of what she was.
With the Kingdom of Findara searching for all creatures mythological and magic in order to kill them, and the Kingdom of Pendilor seeking them out to enslave and use them in battle, Melina was certainly stuck between a rock and a hard place. Although, that being said, it would have been stupid to remain within close quarters of Findara, especially with their soldiers extending their searches beyond their typical perimeters. It would be safer to stay within Pendilor's territories and pass off as a human... at least attempt to. That being said, it seemed to be working well for Melina at the moment, having been keeping up her act for the past seven months.
She kept her story vague as to where she lived, saying that she was about two miles north outside the village walls. Her tale spun with a mixture of lies and truths: she was a healer (true), her parents had passed during the influenza that swept the Kingdom five years ago (lie). It was much easier to keep herself straight and to not get caught out when some of her supposed life was mixed in with her real.
Melina took to Ewell to buy things she needed to survive, but also to sell pastes and herbs, grown and made within her little hut in the forest, to the humans. Not that they knew they were Fey made, though she had started to wonder if they would even care considering the amount of buzzing reviews she had received.
"Lina!"
The Fey woman stumbled back with a soft laugh as a little girl barrelled into her, smiling down at her as small arms wrapped around her legs. Instinctively a hand came down to rest on the child's head, and Melina raised an eyebrow, "Winnie, you're getting stronger by the day! I think you need to start being careful lest you bowl me over into the mud!" She moved her hand to the young girl's chin as she looked up with a giggle. The Fey's eyes ran over the face that looked up at her, taking in the gleam to her eyes and the rosiness to her cheeks, "You're feeling better now?"
Winnie nodded furiously, pulling back and twisting this way and that in order to ruffle up her dress skirts, "Much! Daddy said to thank you for your special drink. He said you saved my life."
Melina smile quietened and she crouched down, lowering her basket onto the floor, "You're very welcome, little bird." She murmured, tapping her nose gently, "Now, what are you doing today? I'm in need of an assistant and I can't seem to find anyone..."
"Me! Me! I can do it!" A hand shot straight up into the hair, chest puffing out with pride and the young woman laughed again, standing and straightening, "Well then, shall we get going? Can't afford to open the stall late. And, if you're extra good today, maybe I'll get us a strawberry tart from the Bakers for lunch. But you can't tell anyone okay? S'got to be our little secret."
Nodding, Winnie moved to Melina's side to grasp hold of her hand. From there the two walked to Melina's stall, the child skipping with every step.
@Dipper
Melina Loset
NAME
Melina Loset
NICKNAME/S
Lina
AGE
23
SPECIES
Fey
OCCUPATION
Occasional Healer
ATTIRE
Medieval peasant dress - linen, muslin, cotton. Leather boots, legging-type bottoms underneath dresses that can be pulled up and tied around the waist. Thick leather belts around the majority of her waist.
TATTOOS
None of note
PIERCINGS[/B]
Standard lobe || x1 ||
SCARS
Crescent shaped scar on back of hand near thumb ||
MARKINGS
When manipulating air/wind, lines of white/silver appear from her hairline. It almost looks like she is cracking as they appear from her hairline or the edges of her face.
FACE CLAIM
Alicia Agneson || Actress || Vikings ||
PERSONALITY
LIKES
The smell of mint || The smell of leather || The smell of parchment || The colour blue || Soft breezes on warm days || Strawberry tarts || Roasted wild boar || Mead || Storms || Thunder || Mist || Clouds || Swimming in lakes || Wind chimes ||
DISLIKES
Cranberries || Blueberries || Fish (alive or as food) || Ale || Stagnant/still air || Hail || Gambling || The colour yellow || Soggy bread || Closed spaces || The smell inside taverns || People being late || Rudeness || Superstition/old wives tales ||
HOBBIES
Preparing pastes for her healing jobs || Preparing potions for her healing jobs ||
HABITS/QUIRKS
Mumbles/talks in sleep || Blinks when surprised || Sometimes hums while thinking || Traces childhood scar on left hand when lost in thought ||
TALENTS
Air/wind manipulation || Healing knowledge || Knowledge of herbs || Magic manipulation ||
MAGIC/KNOWLEDGE
Herbal remedies for wounds/illnesses || General magic manipulation || Specialises/stronger in air/wind: can manipulate and create air-related elements at will and can affect the weather to a certain degree (e.g. creating hurricanes/storms) ||
MAGICAL INFLUENCE
When manipulating air/wind, lines of white/silver appear from her hairline. It almost looks like she is cracking as they appear from her hairline or the edges of her face.
FEARS
Being caught || Being enslaved || Being murdered for who she is || Being burned alive ||
HISTORY
Hex Code: #a4cbfd
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