Thaycin
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Personality:
A woman who didn't have much to begin with, she grew up in a place where others had just as little, or less. Thaycin had always been pulled towards protecting the younger ones around her, as if putting her wishes for a better life on them. Still, just as simply, when she came of age, she left without looking back. This is how all who had come of age before her had done, they left the place they were forced to grow up in without ever returning. This is how she thought true conduct was.
A little life experience taught her what warmth was, and this was how she learned that, somewhere in her depths, there was a cruelness that brewed. She learned that there was want beyond that which sustained life, she learned she could want those things. She learned loss, and a grief that did not compare to hunger or cold.
Still, the man who'd come to be her master was more than just a man who taught her the profession. He was something to her that she didn't have a word for. Even with what he'd lost, how was it he didn't not grow cold or cruel? And how was it around him, she felt the world was not made of stone and chill?
Many things Thaycin learned, and though older, there are many things she can still learn. A mix of mother's instinct and a snake's venomous sting, though it does not outwardly show, inside she struggles between these opposing sides.
Strengths: Upper body strength, memory, observation, instinct, self-awareness, mothering.
Weaknesses: Predatory, grudge-keeping, cruel when provoked, nihilistic-ish beliefs (at worst), observe-why-act (at worst).
Fears: That which she fears has already happened.
History:
You start off joining the army. Because that's where people like you end up anyway. Until they find out you can read. Write a little, even. A little skill you picked up, for necessity's sake. Your commanding officer, though, finds it something more than a neat trick. When you begin to work under the Historian, you find no qualms with it. His son, and you, work hard under him. Work well together, two personalities that intertwine. You begin to feel as you never thought you could for the ailing, thin man. You forget reason and accept his hand in marriage. Then when you grieve for his death, was it not your own folly that lead you here? Tying oneself to a dying man.
With your teacher too old, and his son too dead, you are now the new Historian.
Thaycin has long since now been the King's Historian. She follows the word of her profession to the very letter, though her teacher did not teach her in such a strict manner. Her strict following comes from her own personality. She makes time to visit her old master, and these times are when her heart softens, and she takes his words to heart. Though the man insists she find more than just her position and work as Historian, the longer she works, following the tasks given to her, his words fade, his warmth becomes a memory, and she forgets that she is a person under the title that has established her place in life. That there is more to life itself.
Weapons and Armor: A small pen-knife, easy to conceal, for defense of self.
Equipment: Book of Records, Event Log, Pens and Ink.
Trivia: She's always had a physical disposition to deceptively strong arms.
Skype: NEVER. Not like you... already have this... or anything... >w> <w<
