"My people are gone, but I remain. The night of mourning has past, the day of justice has come. (selah)"
Name: Vsskyre (Vis-Kiy-r) Mahalala
Moth-kin worshipped the moon, which they characterized as the deity Vishtu, a sort of counter-part to Artemis. In their Mythology, the moon, Vishtu, used to be the true sun of Wulfgard before the wickedness of the moth-kin, her chosen people, broke her heart and fractured her into two parts. Her body became the sun- uncaring, physical, and chaotic- and her soul became the moon- gracious, spiritual, and just. The Moth-kin thus viewed themselves as the mediators between these two halves; the spiritual and the physical. As a result, by day they rested and prayed that the sun would have mercy on their world, and by night, they travel about healing and tending to the wounded.
As their traditions go, during a full moon, Vishtu's soul is reunited with her body to judge mankind. Lycanthropes, or Taga, were viewed as her arbiters of justice and were highly revered. Thus it was very common for a moth-kin to allow himself to be struck down by a werewolf, as they believed that it was the ultimate form of repentance for their sins.
Faction: The Mahalala Priory, in allegiance to the Minoan Allience. A clan of exclusively Moth-kin moon-worshippers. They used to dwell in a monastery not to far from Heliora, before they were all but destroyed.
Talents: Spiritual connection, Herbalism (Mostly the healing side of things) , Marksmanship, Acrobatics
Strength:6 - 1
Agility: 4 + 6
Constitution: 7 - 2
Perception: 6 + 1
Spirit: 6 + 4
Spoilered for size. (Huge image)
Description: Vsskyre is around the size of an average human woman. Many of her feathers have worn off as she has spent a great many hours in the sun during her time with the Formicans. Her skin has since faded from its bone-white pigment to a hue of mottled tan. This is reflective of her aura as a whole. One cannot help but smell a strange air of magic when they are around her, a hint of a time back in her childhood when all the moth-kin used to glow with it; a trait that has since been lost due to their dispersion after a brutal raid.
Two bows of Black Locust wood, sheathed in leather.
Quiver of iron arrows. (30)
Embossed leather bracers on all limbs
A large, sealed basket, filled with vessels storing an apothecary of useful healing items, bandages, and water.
Wooden fire-starter and a bit of hay.
A few bottles full of maze-brine, goat's blood, and basil leaves. (Moth-kin don't eat much because they do not have teeth, let alone because it is near impossible to consume solids with a proboscis. Instead they prefer to dissolve their food into a soup and drink it that way. Some resort to drinking blood in desperate situations, but this was proclaimed to be an unclean act by the Mahalala, punishable by banishment.)
Vsskyre was born 19 years ago to a priest and priestess in the order Mahalala. Growing up, she learned the sacred duties of their priory: healing, praying, and gardening the lotus flowers from which they drank. Some times, the whole order would migrate out the battlefields, led by the Minoans and the cries of terrified souls.
It was the Mahalala way to abstain from violence, but that is not why they were brought along. Instead, they would go out in the dark of the night and find the sick and the dead, and heal their wounds, singing magical songs all the way. Vsskyre was young then, but she could remember the power of those sacred chants, calming the screams of the confused, wandering spirits. They would dress up the wounds of those left behind, humans and beast-kin, and send them on their way to their respective camps. When the gods chose not to answer the soldiers' prayers, they would.
Sadly one day, while all the moth-kin were praying in the cool of their monastery, Imperial legions raided the priory, burning down the huts, and torching the orchards. To this day it is a mystery as to how they found their way monastery, but the results were devastating. The sun blinded the Moth-kin and they were unable to defend themselves. The fire killed most of the order and the few left alive fled the priory into the surrounding wastes.
Vsskyre only survived when a group of Formican foragers saw the smoke billowing up from the monastery and rushed in to look for survivors. Among the ashes and the remains of her parents, they found Vsskyre, a screaming child; grazed by the flames in a few places, but mostly unscathed. They decided to take her in and she grew up among their people, learning the arts of marksmanship and acrobatics. The Moth-kin was quite good with a bow and arrow, which surprised her Formican care-takers, and scared her a little. She hated to think what her parents would feel about her learning to kill, but deep inside she questioned if their refusal to fight actually made a difference. Part of her questioned if Vishtu even cared in the first place. When she asked the Formicans about it, they would always reply, "Shivet-shivet mekheesh ben, tzu burn zhast," which is to say "You must last the battle if you want to help anybody afterwards", a point which she really could not dispute given what happened to her people.
After 7 years of training and foraging in the foot hills between Cro-Cabra and Heliora, they were summoned to Knossos to join the war-effort building there. The 'Taurian army was impressed by the Moth-kin's ability to hear and speak to the dead and her great skill in archery, and selected her for the special mission at Castle Blood. Vsskyre was frightened by the prospect of possibly encountering humans again, let alone venturing deep into their kingdom. She kindled a great fear of their kind. As the mission grew closer, her memories of her childhood flooded into her mind; tall pale monsters of iron, with fire in their hands. She remembered their indifferent faces as they struck down Vishtu's people. But she had to go on the mission. She had to act. She could not keep hiding away from the violence, like her people.