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A general idea of what she looks like. Not completely accurate.
As always, this sheet is to be OOC, and is not to be used by some character for IC knowledge.
General Information:
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SpoilerFull Name: Remilia "Earthheart" Aspen
Other Nicknames: "Leaf"
Age: 19 (Birthday is 9th)
Height: 6'6" (198 cm)
Sex: Female
Race: Mesalian
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair: Natural Black in color, cut short to the shoulders and cropped prettily
Complexion: Light Complected
Other Nicknames: "Leaf"
Age: 19 (Birthday is 9th)
Height: 6'6" (198 cm)
Sex: Female
Race: Mesalian
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair: Natural Black in color, cut short to the shoulders and cropped prettily
Complexion: Light Complected
Personality:
Personality: Remilia is a bashful individual, there's no denying that. To the simplest of compliments, to a bow, to some other form of flattery, you'll see the tall woman become flustered on what to do, sometimes just responding in kind with a tomato face. Compliments being one thing, it's actually harder to impress her. A young scholar, and possible addict of the maths and sciences, it'd take nothing less than some formula being put to work on a future home, some measurements being taken of large things and being proven accurate, or some natural phenomenon being explained to her face first to impress her firsthand.
She's considered a genius by some, able to calculate mathematical problems and map out areas faster than what a few of her much older peers were able to. Rem admits nothing of the sort, but it's obvious from reports that she's very capable in the brains department. She is, however, prone to over thinking simple ideas, and taking philosophical and metaphorical sayings too literal.
Under the belief of the goddess of Earth, Drymaterras, Rem stays to acknowledge that the goddess and the earth is to be respected and worshiped in kind by replanting trees and nurturing/protecting wildlife. She's pacifistic in a kind and soothing nature. There's one thing she would never bring herself into doing however.
At the spite of her own beliefs, she would never go so low as to explain things as "the work of Dryma". Her views dictate that the goddess put it together, and all is able to be solved using reasoning, calculations, and scientific study. She may never be able to explain some things, as she's aware of herself. But she'll use off time from surveying, map making and overall Cartography to research, continue to study, and stuff her nose into books, constantly trying to learn more and more so questions can get their appropriate, mathematical, and logical answer.
Rem has a strong curiousity, going out of her way time and time again to ask questions, talk of theorizing how far an item is, or how large said item is. This would tie back to her extreme liking of physical works being out to use by nature. What is the slope of this hill? The angle of which this tree is in relativity to the hill? Her world as she views it is made up of numbers. Her curiosity can cause some more harmful effects towards. She can come off as nosy, though honestly it would be by mistake, as she would sometimes prod a question too far as to harm the feelings of even friends.
She's not fond of overbearing heat, usually taking her physical work outside on a cloudy day, or carefully do her work and then retreat into the shade for drawing, mathing and note taking. She doesn't have much of an explanation for this other than "The heat destroys my thinking process."
She's considered a genius by some, able to calculate mathematical problems and map out areas faster than what a few of her much older peers were able to. Rem admits nothing of the sort, but it's obvious from reports that she's very capable in the brains department. She is, however, prone to over thinking simple ideas, and taking philosophical and metaphorical sayings too literal.
Under the belief of the goddess of Earth, Drymaterras, Rem stays to acknowledge that the goddess and the earth is to be respected and worshiped in kind by replanting trees and nurturing/protecting wildlife. She's pacifistic in a kind and soothing nature. There's one thing she would never bring herself into doing however.
At the spite of her own beliefs, she would never go so low as to explain things as "the work of Dryma". Her views dictate that the goddess put it together, and all is able to be solved using reasoning, calculations, and scientific study. She may never be able to explain some things, as she's aware of herself. But she'll use off time from surveying, map making and overall Cartography to research, continue to study, and stuff her nose into books, constantly trying to learn more and more so questions can get their appropriate, mathematical, and logical answer.
Rem has a strong curiousity, going out of her way time and time again to ask questions, talk of theorizing how far an item is, or how large said item is. This would tie back to her extreme liking of physical works being out to use by nature. What is the slope of this hill? The angle of which this tree is in relativity to the hill? Her world as she views it is made up of numbers. Her curiosity can cause some more harmful effects towards. She can come off as nosy, though honestly it would be by mistake, as she would sometimes prod a question too far as to harm the feelings of even friends.
She's not fond of overbearing heat, usually taking her physical work outside on a cloudy day, or carefully do her work and then retreat into the shade for drawing, mathing and note taking. She doesn't have much of an explanation for this other than "The heat destroys my thinking process."
Appearance:
Physical Looks: Remilia has fair skin all over, unscarred and undamaged up to this point in time. Along with her short description of hair, her face is sharp and thin. Her nose, perky. Her lips, an average in thickness as a light pink color covers them. Her eyes are, whenever she's not getting flustered or worked up, calm and analytic. Her body has been found to be relatively curvy, though she wasn't a goddess by looks in such a respect. At times of heavy research, Rem'd look tired in the daytime as she spends hours up at night with her books.
Attire: Romanesque long robes, complex multilayer in both Earth Greens and bright whites. On her head lays a green leaf laurel, something she frequently wears along with the robe. The whole look in a whole has both a scholar look and is of religious significance, and doesn't offer much benefit in hard physical labor, which she can not do effectively anyways. Not noticed easily with a woman who seldom doesn't wear shoes, she was born flatfooted and never developed proper feet archs, having shoes custom-fit for such a case.
Attire: Romanesque long robes, complex multilayer in both Earth Greens and bright whites. On her head lays a green leaf laurel, something she frequently wears along with the robe. The whole look in a whole has both a scholar look and is of religious significance, and doesn't offer much benefit in hard physical labor, which she can not do effectively anyways. Not noticed easily with a woman who seldom doesn't wear shoes, she was born flatfooted and never developed proper feet archs, having shoes custom-fit for such a case.
BACKSTORY
Prologue:
Early Childhood:
Coming of Teenage Years:
A Young Woman Sets Out:
Auria and Beyond:
The Island they finally arrived on appeared to be of nice size, and this sole island wasn't alone. The second mate described it also having multiple smaller islands in a string behind it as the vessel started reaching its port. The great feeling of being on land once more brought great relief to Rem, taking the first few steps onto the island. Immediately, she caught sight of someone she has never seen before. She remembered quite clearly there were others beyond just them. The moment of feeling good and meeting this new person out to greet any passengers was astonishing. For this woman had just met a Lucin.
Dr. Slone, after unpacking their equipment and making home in a previously vacant home, escorted the four of them to the clinic to have some check ups done. Remilia was astonished by how different his eyes looked as he worked on a couple of other patients, glowing as some form of aura seemed to encompass his hands. She didn't understand any of that whatsoever, and assumed it was some sort of healing method. They each got checked out individual. Quick little things, nothing too tedious or long. When it was her turn, she pursued to ask questions about him, examining him almost as much as he was her. Seemed the doctor was easily irritated by the constant questions as he attempted getting his own work done. Dr. Slone's sarcastic remark about her being the real doctor in this situation made her feel a bit more at home, along with several other things he threw out verbally like commenting on her being a tall woman, almost reminding him of someone else he knows. She would go on to meet Xitians as well, along with others of her own with vastly different backgrounds.
The Cartography group had made home in Auria, temporarily staying there as day in and day out they'd take to hills, and streets. Doing their business. The younger and less experienced Rem would take from Guile's observations, and watch him draw the fine details of distances. Some days, she would even go off on her own and do her own stuff. After a little over a season had passed, she was recreating maps of the island her partner had originally done. When compared to her superior however, it seemed they were much better maps overall. Better drawn, better detailed. They looked an entire league above that of Guile's own work. He would grow jealous with time. But, he had planned for this far beyond a season.
Much like her first voyage across the seas, Remilia would be in bed, sicker than a dog as the waves would upset her body. Was the price to pay. And she did not mind all too much, all she needed to accomplish on board was read maps, read, and write. It was otherwise uneventful for the woman. It was, for her sake, a quicker ride there. So, as the ship comes to a stop and the people around her get their packed things and head on out to dock, she had grown enough relief to start stumbling out of the ship's hull, to look upon a new lands she had, again, never seen.
Simon Aspen had much of what he wanted in life. He was a first son, in a well to do family that has lived on for generations prior to the Veld War. Their home city switches from time to time due to events going down in the middle realm, but they still held a grasp firm on their money. The Aspens were Mapmakers. Philosophers. Even inventors. Most of the lineage had fallen around a devout course of knowledge. They were not too widely known for their inventions and works however. Several times in the past, the first of these inventors could not keep any hold to say that their stuff was of their creation. People quickly took their ideas, added upon it, and called it their own. Frankly enough, these would include several instruments that were essential to accurately participating in Cartography. Such tools were a more stable and measurable Groma stick, and others that held more scientific value like several physical objects used for universal measurement standards (Albeit their inaccuracy due to the technology of the time). Some other things that were deemed invaluable were stolen from them one way or another. It did not affect Simon's childhood directly however.
This young man was brought up like many other first sons of his lineage. He was pampered, and overworked with book and study. He was expected to be the head of the house once his father passed the reigns. And thus, he must be made to be the brains. That's how it typically was. The girls were to be brought up into cooking, and common skills they viewed as housewife worthy. it was the classical sexism system the family ran on. In addition, younger brothers were to be brought up as lesser mathematicians, spending less time on their younger ones.
In the large town of Grendil, where the Aspens resided as one of the two larger families, held a firm grasp on the local church of Dryma. The Earth goddess. A family that was once agnostic in their pursuit of knowledge had slowly turned to faith after money problems started reducing the family's budget. Simon would be the first child to try being taught that the pursuit of knowledge also had to come from the bestowed faith of the goddess. The church itself helped with his education, elder clergyman almost taking over the education of the child absolutely, like an apprentice.
Simon Aspen would grow up a healthy, fit, well educated, and devoted Drymanian, carrying out the studies of his family as soon as his father was to step down from being the head of the family. Like several others before him, he'd marry a fine wife, establishing the legal bonds and emotional bonds with said woman. They soon had their first child around a year after, quick to deliver their first offspring. This small baby girl wouldn't be given a name by her mother.
Who died very shortly after childbirth.
This young man was brought up like many other first sons of his lineage. He was pampered, and overworked with book and study. He was expected to be the head of the house once his father passed the reigns. And thus, he must be made to be the brains. That's how it typically was. The girls were to be brought up into cooking, and common skills they viewed as housewife worthy. it was the classical sexism system the family ran on. In addition, younger brothers were to be brought up as lesser mathematicians, spending less time on their younger ones.
In the large town of Grendil, where the Aspens resided as one of the two larger families, held a firm grasp on the local church of Dryma. The Earth goddess. A family that was once agnostic in their pursuit of knowledge had slowly turned to faith after money problems started reducing the family's budget. Simon would be the first child to try being taught that the pursuit of knowledge also had to come from the bestowed faith of the goddess. The church itself helped with his education, elder clergyman almost taking over the education of the child absolutely, like an apprentice.
Simon Aspen would grow up a healthy, fit, well educated, and devoted Drymanian, carrying out the studies of his family as soon as his father was to step down from being the head of the family. Like several others before him, he'd marry a fine wife, establishing the legal bonds and emotional bonds with said woman. They soon had their first child around a year after, quick to deliver their first offspring. This small baby girl wouldn't be given a name by her mother.
Who died very shortly after childbirth.
Remilia Earthheart Aspen, named after her deceased mother, was born a healthy baby. Despite complications met by the mother that lead to her death. Her name a small memento for Simon as he went ahead with the task of raising the child as a sole parent. Her mother's untimely death and the birth of a girl lead to a string of events yet to unfold.
The first few years of Rem's life were normal by most respects. She was pampered as a baby, fed with the aid of a housemaid, and clothed like a small girl. The Middle Realm's civil war was going to have little affect on a town far away from the action, insignificant enough to not matter. As the young girl was growing, education would have to take a similar route as her father's. At the ripe age of six years old, she was taken under the wing of a clergyman named Hilton, one of the oldest and wisest in the large town. She was to begin, instead of the home works of many, to be taught in the maths and sciences as she was the only child of Simon.
Relatives were constantly nagging Simon into wedding another woman, and letting her bear a male for the family. Several times, they would plead that it'd only cause disruption if he had not son to keep the wealth. And several times back, the fatherly man refused to do such, holding too dearly onto his lost beloved Remilia years ago. He'd turn down any offers sent up to him as plausible wives and done what he must to continue educating his daughter. His parents eventually gave in to the lack of wanting a wife. They still felt highly insulted that the young man wouldn't at least have a woman bear a male for the family, but eventually suggested that Remilia be taught as he had been. This seemed to work in favor to what Simon had in mind for the young girl.
Even in her very early years, she developed quickly the thoughts and ideas that revolved around her lessons. Hilton would often describe the child as "Having an eccentric interest in several formulas I have shown her. After showing her how these concepts were to be used in the real world she would 'dance' around in a childish glee, like she had seen the goddess herself.", as one note would entail. Remilia was taught to jot down notes, and read them over countless amounts of times, which she had done. She started finding herself often using a hard wood plank and quill to take notes, even when lessons were not given directly to her. Rem's writing skills could have used some help however.
She started keeping a journal at nine, writing down things she saw of value.
The first few years of Rem's life were normal by most respects. She was pampered as a baby, fed with the aid of a housemaid, and clothed like a small girl. The Middle Realm's civil war was going to have little affect on a town far away from the action, insignificant enough to not matter. As the young girl was growing, education would have to take a similar route as her father's. At the ripe age of six years old, she was taken under the wing of a clergyman named Hilton, one of the oldest and wisest in the large town. She was to begin, instead of the home works of many, to be taught in the maths and sciences as she was the only child of Simon.
Relatives were constantly nagging Simon into wedding another woman, and letting her bear a male for the family. Several times, they would plead that it'd only cause disruption if he had not son to keep the wealth. And several times back, the fatherly man refused to do such, holding too dearly onto his lost beloved Remilia years ago. He'd turn down any offers sent up to him as plausible wives and done what he must to continue educating his daughter. His parents eventually gave in to the lack of wanting a wife. They still felt highly insulted that the young man wouldn't at least have a woman bear a male for the family, but eventually suggested that Remilia be taught as he had been. This seemed to work in favor to what Simon had in mind for the young girl.
Even in her very early years, she developed quickly the thoughts and ideas that revolved around her lessons. Hilton would often describe the child as "Having an eccentric interest in several formulas I have shown her. After showing her how these concepts were to be used in the real world she would 'dance' around in a childish glee, like she had seen the goddess herself.", as one note would entail. Remilia was taught to jot down notes, and read them over countless amounts of times, which she had done. She started finding herself often using a hard wood plank and quill to take notes, even when lessons were not given directly to her. Rem's writing skills could have used some help however.
She started keeping a journal at nine, writing down things she saw of value.
Journal Entry: 011
"Father was proud of me when I recited several different shapes I could accurately find side lengths and volume for. I told him it was simple to me, but he still loved it. I could see it upon his face! Mister Hilton says that I'm a fast learner, And that it'll be no time before I can actually start doing some of the hard stuff
Oh, and yes. I measured my first area just out in our courtyard. Father wants me to make an accurate map of it and see how well I do for a first try and no experience. I'm not sure if I can draw that well even with the help of my tools, but I can't let down my father, and my goddess. I do pray I can do well!"
"Father was proud of me when I recited several different shapes I could accurately find side lengths and volume for. I told him it was simple to me, but he still loved it. I could see it upon his face! Mister Hilton says that I'm a fast learner, And that it'll be no time before I can actually start doing some of the hard stuff
Oh, and yes. I measured my first area just out in our courtyard. Father wants me to make an accurate map of it and see how well I do for a first try and no experience. I'm not sure if I can draw that well even with the help of my tools, but I can't let down my father, and my goddess. I do pray I can do well!"
Remilia was having a problem.
Plenty of baby's feet are flatfooted when they are born, even up until the later single digit years. They have yet to develop the proper arc in order to evenly support weight on the foot. Hilton was finding the girl to be extremely clumsy. The older man decided to complain to Simon, issuing that she has broken several of his instruments from "falling on top of them". The young girl's feet have still yet to develop the proper feet arcs, and though it's not guaranteed that such a condition could harm her, Simon quickly caught the awkward way her legs would curve slightly in and a slight wobble after periods of walking around and After he first started noticing this as the child would walk around, Rem would complain about her feet. A local shoemaker was tasked with making custom-fit shoes for the growing girl, and would continue to do so for as long as she lived under her father's roof.
At this point, she started becoming sensitive about herself. Achievements and compliments given respectively to her had once made the child joyous, now left her bashful, often searching for words. Up to this point, she has had seldom friends among the few townspeople who had children of around her age. It would prove to hurt her social abilities as she realized this fact. She didn't stop taking the tutoring of Hilton. In fact, she seemed to be even more driven as the seclusion worsened. She's stay up later, writing by candlelight in her notebooks and reading by torchlight her books assigned to her. Secluding herself even from her father at times inside her room and studies.
This shy behavior made her puberty mentally unnoticeable to those around her. She was growing now into a tall child at the age of fifteen, quickly growing past average heights for Mesalians of her time. She'd continue to grow for some time, her features maturing into a young adult as time went by. At this age of time, Simon started bringing the young Rem out to do survey work with him, watching his precise calculations and measurements of the properties of town. She'd also take precise notes on how he would map the area geographically, copying previous maps of his down for herself as practice to see just how accurate her own work was. Remilia was still asking questions, but the more she aged, the less of an answer she got.
Plenty of baby's feet are flatfooted when they are born, even up until the later single digit years. They have yet to develop the proper arc in order to evenly support weight on the foot. Hilton was finding the girl to be extremely clumsy. The older man decided to complain to Simon, issuing that she has broken several of his instruments from "falling on top of them". The young girl's feet have still yet to develop the proper feet arcs, and though it's not guaranteed that such a condition could harm her, Simon quickly caught the awkward way her legs would curve slightly in and a slight wobble after periods of walking around and After he first started noticing this as the child would walk around, Rem would complain about her feet. A local shoemaker was tasked with making custom-fit shoes for the growing girl, and would continue to do so for as long as she lived under her father's roof.
At this point, she started becoming sensitive about herself. Achievements and compliments given respectively to her had once made the child joyous, now left her bashful, often searching for words. Up to this point, she has had seldom friends among the few townspeople who had children of around her age. It would prove to hurt her social abilities as she realized this fact. She didn't stop taking the tutoring of Hilton. In fact, she seemed to be even more driven as the seclusion worsened. She's stay up later, writing by candlelight in her notebooks and reading by torchlight her books assigned to her. Secluding herself even from her father at times inside her room and studies.
This shy behavior made her puberty mentally unnoticeable to those around her. She was growing now into a tall child at the age of fifteen, quickly growing past average heights for Mesalians of her time. She'd continue to grow for some time, her features maturing into a young adult as time went by. At this age of time, Simon started bringing the young Rem out to do survey work with him, watching his precise calculations and measurements of the properties of town. She'd also take precise notes on how he would map the area geographically, copying previous maps of his down for herself as practice to see just how accurate her own work was. Remilia was still asking questions, but the more she aged, the less of an answer she got.
Journal Entry 212:
". . .-My father and I were upon Verdun Hill overlooking the town, taking a calm, relaxing break from working by having a meal outside under a cherrybark oak. Soft breads and cooked fishes of a random assortment. The sun had just about winked out of view from the clouds above and into the horizon beyond. It would be just about time to head home and read my books for the last hours of the night. My dear father, Simon. . . Dryma, bless his heart, the man was slowly eating as he watched the sun slowly sink away from our view. I carefully watched him, waiting to see if something was to come up in conversation.
Over a minute passed with nothing to talk about. My dear father was most likely reminiscing on something with the sunset in mind... So I instead spoke up, tossing a piece of bread out in front of myself for an example. How was it that things decided to fall back to the ground, even when purposely thrown up into the skies above? I asked him this, which caught his attention, finally breaking his trance only to give me a shrug of his shoulders. This... stirred something within me, I suppose. I was so used to people teaching me, telling and demonstrating what and how something worked. I had asked the same question to my mentor, he gave a more lackluster answer, explaining the goddess made it so. To think my tutor would tell me he didn't know and made lazy work of just saying the goddess was the reason and cause for it.
I must find something they do not. Dryma would not have made a world of assumptions, but of formulas. . . Things must have a way to be worked out mathematically."
". . .-My father and I were upon Verdun Hill overlooking the town, taking a calm, relaxing break from working by having a meal outside under a cherrybark oak. Soft breads and cooked fishes of a random assortment. The sun had just about winked out of view from the clouds above and into the horizon beyond. It would be just about time to head home and read my books for the last hours of the night. My dear father, Simon. . . Dryma, bless his heart, the man was slowly eating as he watched the sun slowly sink away from our view. I carefully watched him, waiting to see if something was to come up in conversation.
Over a minute passed with nothing to talk about. My dear father was most likely reminiscing on something with the sunset in mind... So I instead spoke up, tossing a piece of bread out in front of myself for an example. How was it that things decided to fall back to the ground, even when purposely thrown up into the skies above? I asked him this, which caught his attention, finally breaking his trance only to give me a shrug of his shoulders. This... stirred something within me, I suppose. I was so used to people teaching me, telling and demonstrating what and how something worked. I had asked the same question to my mentor, he gave a more lackluster answer, explaining the goddess made it so. To think my tutor would tell me he didn't know and made lazy work of just saying the goddess was the reason and cause for it.
I must find something they do not. Dryma would not have made a world of assumptions, but of formulas. . . Things must have a way to be worked out mathematically."
The still growing Remilia had grown remarkable amounts of knowledge the past years of her studies, in her later years being taught history and philosophy alongside her standard workings. The Clergymen often challenged her with difficult problems only to have them overcome relatively easily by the young woman of seventeen. Hilton was thoroughly surprised by some of her accurate representations of formulas she had remembered over the past years. The aging man started seeing her as more of a friend by this time than a student, challenging her to competitive chess games, exchanging friendly debates with one another. She had grown attached to her mentor like a close uncle.
News of official ends to the civil war that ravaged so many other towns came up on a couple town billboards, sparking a remarkable rejoice as they could finally and effectively open themselves up again to traders more frequently. What they feared would have happened to their town never did during such a time. Official word of this nature got Simon into thinking of an idea, pitching an offer to send his daughter and several others to venture outward, to find a ship setting sail to rumored new lands. Remilia was a qualified Cartographer by skill, yet she was far from an expert in the field. Hilton's superiors suggested some other fine cartographer along with a couple of other fine people to serve as caretakers would be good enough to suffice.
The young woman was both thrilled and fearful of such a voyage out to sea. She hasn't stepped foot out of the village before this, better yet on a ship in open waters. Her curiosity for these new places are too much for her conservationist self to just decline just a chance for work experience, new things, and possible discoveries. She was promptly put into a small group of people tasked with the mapping of the Forbidden lands.
Each of them were packing things necessary for such a journey. A caravan cart was supplied to them to pack heavier things in as they made their way towards the port town. The last week before her departure was to come, Remilia would go on to properly give farewell to her father and relatives living with her, visiting the church to visit Hilton for a last few days of study before the day arrived to pack her belonging onto the caravan cart.
News of official ends to the civil war that ravaged so many other towns came up on a couple town billboards, sparking a remarkable rejoice as they could finally and effectively open themselves up again to traders more frequently. What they feared would have happened to their town never did during such a time. Official word of this nature got Simon into thinking of an idea, pitching an offer to send his daughter and several others to venture outward, to find a ship setting sail to rumored new lands. Remilia was a qualified Cartographer by skill, yet she was far from an expert in the field. Hilton's superiors suggested some other fine cartographer along with a couple of other fine people to serve as caretakers would be good enough to suffice.
The young woman was both thrilled and fearful of such a voyage out to sea. She hasn't stepped foot out of the village before this, better yet on a ship in open waters. Her curiosity for these new places are too much for her conservationist self to just decline just a chance for work experience, new things, and possible discoveries. She was promptly put into a small group of people tasked with the mapping of the Forbidden lands.
Each of them were packing things necessary for such a journey. A caravan cart was supplied to them to pack heavier things in as they made their way towards the port town. The last week before her departure was to come, Remilia would go on to properly give farewell to her father and relatives living with her, visiting the church to visit Hilton for a last few days of study before the day arrived to pack her belonging onto the caravan cart.
Journal Entry 740:
"I had packed my things and thoroughly checked through my list to ensure that I had what I needed while I was packing today, seeing as my partner Guile and his work-hands decided today would be the best of days to embark to the port town and board a ship to these new lands I was promised. The horses took noticeably more than a few minutes to calm down after being harnessed before they would push forward slowly. That's when my dear mentor and friend Hilton decided to stumble out of the church doors in a fray, calling out for Guile's hand to stop the cart for a brief moment.
After the cart made it's stop, causing me slight discomfort as wood slammed against my rear abruptly, the old man walked around to my side of the cart, a peculiar headpiece in his hands as he jumped on it's side, telling me to lower my head before placing it atop my head. It was a laurel, one I recognized from a small statue within Dryma's church. It was a scholarly reward, to acknowledge my genius and schoolwork, he says. Even at my young age, I've already accomplished a lot, he told me more, adjusting it atop my head. Ohh, I couldn't handle such a thing. I am just a woman who found herself captivated, right? Why was it I deserved such a thing as it?
It mattered not. I accepted it as a memento to him. I would probably not see him in some time, likewise for him. It was more to him to give me this as a reminder of the times we had together, my teacher and myself. I did adore him for his ability to be able to tech me so. I suppose I could even confess a fatherly love as I do my birth father, but I didn't. My face was far too flushed for me to do any more than a nod, quickly turning away from the man with a stiff nod before looking straight forward as the cart continued, Hilton jumping off and continuing to wave me off.
I should have said more, I felt. But I am off to see places yet to have been touched by professional cartographers. This experience. . . could be once in a lifetime."
"I had packed my things and thoroughly checked through my list to ensure that I had what I needed while I was packing today, seeing as my partner Guile and his work-hands decided today would be the best of days to embark to the port town and board a ship to these new lands I was promised. The horses took noticeably more than a few minutes to calm down after being harnessed before they would push forward slowly. That's when my dear mentor and friend Hilton decided to stumble out of the church doors in a fray, calling out for Guile's hand to stop the cart for a brief moment.
After the cart made it's stop, causing me slight discomfort as wood slammed against my rear abruptly, the old man walked around to my side of the cart, a peculiar headpiece in his hands as he jumped on it's side, telling me to lower my head before placing it atop my head. It was a laurel, one I recognized from a small statue within Dryma's church. It was a scholarly reward, to acknowledge my genius and schoolwork, he says. Even at my young age, I've already accomplished a lot, he told me more, adjusting it atop my head. Ohh, I couldn't handle such a thing. I am just a woman who found herself captivated, right? Why was it I deserved such a thing as it?
It mattered not. I accepted it as a memento to him. I would probably not see him in some time, likewise for him. It was more to him to give me this as a reminder of the times we had together, my teacher and myself. I did adore him for his ability to be able to tech me so. I suppose I could even confess a fatherly love as I do my birth father, but I didn't. My face was far too flushed for me to do any more than a nod, quickly turning away from the man with a stiff nod before looking straight forward as the cart continued, Hilton jumping off and continuing to wave me off.
I should have said more, I felt. But I am off to see places yet to have been touched by professional cartographers. This experience. . . could be once in a lifetime."
Journal Entry 976:
"Dryma must be pitying me on this voyage across waters...
I've never felt so ill in my life. The constant tugging and rolling as the waves pushed the boat just about everywhere has made me sick for the majority of this ride. I'd spend days and nights bedridden, doing nothing but reading the works of numerous scientists and philosophers. I could not effectively read them half of the time however, my stomach and eyes did not agree with keeping the memories in my head long enough for me to process them. At the very least, it had passed time.
The ship's captain tells us this morning it is most likely just to be around somewhere between this evening and tomorrow morning. he didn't seem to enjoy me questioning how he'd know this. Did he not make the proper calculation of distance and time traveled on average from his previous out goings into the sea to this place? I apologized, and as I write feel a bit bad for doing such a thing. I just thought he would have been one to actually write down this stuff, being the captain and such. Though it does seem he is very confident in his initial estimations. I cannot blame him.
Guile and the other prepare to have the brought goods and instruments moved off the ship as soon as they arrive. I wasn't told of there already being a place for us in this town called "Auria" until half of this ill ride was over. It was odd, I have not been informed of such arrangements. I feel too sick to make a comment further to my partner however. I just hope this land was promising."
"Dryma must be pitying me on this voyage across waters...
I've never felt so ill in my life. The constant tugging and rolling as the waves pushed the boat just about everywhere has made me sick for the majority of this ride. I'd spend days and nights bedridden, doing nothing but reading the works of numerous scientists and philosophers. I could not effectively read them half of the time however, my stomach and eyes did not agree with keeping the memories in my head long enough for me to process them. At the very least, it had passed time.
The ship's captain tells us this morning it is most likely just to be around somewhere between this evening and tomorrow morning. he didn't seem to enjoy me questioning how he'd know this. Did he not make the proper calculation of distance and time traveled on average from his previous out goings into the sea to this place? I apologized, and as I write feel a bit bad for doing such a thing. I just thought he would have been one to actually write down this stuff, being the captain and such. Though it does seem he is very confident in his initial estimations. I cannot blame him.
Guile and the other prepare to have the brought goods and instruments moved off the ship as soon as they arrive. I wasn't told of there already being a place for us in this town called "Auria" until half of this ill ride was over. It was odd, I have not been informed of such arrangements. I feel too sick to make a comment further to my partner however. I just hope this land was promising."
The Island they finally arrived on appeared to be of nice size, and this sole island wasn't alone. The second mate described it also having multiple smaller islands in a string behind it as the vessel started reaching its port. The great feeling of being on land once more brought great relief to Rem, taking the first few steps onto the island. Immediately, she caught sight of someone she has never seen before. She remembered quite clearly there were others beyond just them. The moment of feeling good and meeting this new person out to greet any passengers was astonishing. For this woman had just met a Lucin.
Dr. Slone, after unpacking their equipment and making home in a previously vacant home, escorted the four of them to the clinic to have some check ups done. Remilia was astonished by how different his eyes looked as he worked on a couple of other patients, glowing as some form of aura seemed to encompass his hands. She didn't understand any of that whatsoever, and assumed it was some sort of healing method. They each got checked out individual. Quick little things, nothing too tedious or long. When it was her turn, she pursued to ask questions about him, examining him almost as much as he was her. Seemed the doctor was easily irritated by the constant questions as he attempted getting his own work done. Dr. Slone's sarcastic remark about her being the real doctor in this situation made her feel a bit more at home, along with several other things he threw out verbally like commenting on her being a tall woman, almost reminding him of someone else he knows. She would go on to meet Xitians as well, along with others of her own with vastly different backgrounds.
The Cartography group had made home in Auria, temporarily staying there as day in and day out they'd take to hills, and streets. Doing their business. The younger and less experienced Rem would take from Guile's observations, and watch him draw the fine details of distances. Some days, she would even go off on her own and do her own stuff. After a little over a season had passed, she was recreating maps of the island her partner had originally done. When compared to her superior however, it seemed they were much better maps overall. Better drawn, better detailed. They looked an entire league above that of Guile's own work. He would grow jealous with time. But, he had planned for this far beyond a season.
Journal Entry 1106:
"If it were not for me forgetting and leaving behind my last works outside yesterday, I would... be sad to say my fate would be infinitesimally doomed to nothing short of being without any belongings.
As I exited my room that morning, I noticed a peculiar amount of missing equipment that had once laid about the main rooms of this home. I assumed at first it was that they went off early to beat a storm. It seemed most logical at the time. I didn't want to start panicking and thinking ahead of myself. So, I went ahead and asked some of the residents there.
A middle-aged man with a glorifying tan and darker clothing was the first to give an answer. Darkus as he was called. he was kind enough to tell me where they had headed, directing me to the ships. His answer seemed a bit hysteric. A cane in hand, the guy in a gruelingly dull tone constantly repeating himself. He wasn't a bad man, but what troubled me was when another individual, a middle aged woman, apologized and escorted the man back with her. I felt myself a bit flustered at the point. Rather to believe the man or not, I was not sure.
It was taking far too long for them to get back at one point in the day. I was enjoying my evening dinner, having taken back my measly amount of instruments, notes, and other accessories. I've again went out into town to search for them, only to get what the aging man was saying to be true. They have left me behind, taking what I had from me. I would calculate Guile will claim all works as his own as soon as he was able. . . I'm left with nothing but an empty home. I had to find something.
A ship rolled around earlier today, bearing nothing but passengers and tasked to take back materials to load them onto the ship. I had to find out something, anything before I was forced to go home. My first pick was lucky, as I assumed this smaller woman was a crew member and asked where the captain was, only to get that she herself was the captain, introducing herself as Ezri. I was curious as to where these people had come from, asking where she came from and where she was off to next. Another island, somewhere in the forbidden lands, it was said. Though I was required to do some service to her in order to obtain this ride.
So here I write in my journal, multitasking between summing the events of such petty betrayal and observing several maps she wanted me to look over. I am not one to complain. I'm on my way with what's left of my belongings to prove my workings are not to be stolen from me. I'll head to this "Alroc", hopefully to openly and freely research without fear of having what I've got stolen from me.
Oh. I feel ill already on this boat."
"If it were not for me forgetting and leaving behind my last works outside yesterday, I would... be sad to say my fate would be infinitesimally doomed to nothing short of being without any belongings.
As I exited my room that morning, I noticed a peculiar amount of missing equipment that had once laid about the main rooms of this home. I assumed at first it was that they went off early to beat a storm. It seemed most logical at the time. I didn't want to start panicking and thinking ahead of myself. So, I went ahead and asked some of the residents there.
A middle-aged man with a glorifying tan and darker clothing was the first to give an answer. Darkus as he was called. he was kind enough to tell me where they had headed, directing me to the ships. His answer seemed a bit hysteric. A cane in hand, the guy in a gruelingly dull tone constantly repeating himself. He wasn't a bad man, but what troubled me was when another individual, a middle aged woman, apologized and escorted the man back with her. I felt myself a bit flustered at the point. Rather to believe the man or not, I was not sure.
It was taking far too long for them to get back at one point in the day. I was enjoying my evening dinner, having taken back my measly amount of instruments, notes, and other accessories. I've again went out into town to search for them, only to get what the aging man was saying to be true. They have left me behind, taking what I had from me. I would calculate Guile will claim all works as his own as soon as he was able. . . I'm left with nothing but an empty home. I had to find something.
A ship rolled around earlier today, bearing nothing but passengers and tasked to take back materials to load them onto the ship. I had to find out something, anything before I was forced to go home. My first pick was lucky, as I assumed this smaller woman was a crew member and asked where the captain was, only to get that she herself was the captain, introducing herself as Ezri. I was curious as to where these people had come from, asking where she came from and where she was off to next. Another island, somewhere in the forbidden lands, it was said. Though I was required to do some service to her in order to obtain this ride.
So here I write in my journal, multitasking between summing the events of such petty betrayal and observing several maps she wanted me to look over. I am not one to complain. I'm on my way with what's left of my belongings to prove my workings are not to be stolen from me. I'll head to this "Alroc", hopefully to openly and freely research without fear of having what I've got stolen from me.
Oh. I feel ill already on this boat."
Skills
*Cartography - Competant
*Mathematics - Competent
*Physics - Competant
*Drawing - Apprentice
Biology - Novice
History - Novice
Philosophy - Novice
*Have some relation to one another
*Mathematics - Competent
*Physics - Competant
*Drawing - Apprentice
Biology - Novice
History - Novice
Philosophy - Novice
*Have some relation to one another
- Has a good eye for precision, usually able to make remarkable predictions to size, distance, and several other things.
- Takes care, almost under any circumstance, to make sure her note writing is legible for others to be able to read it clearly.
- More than willing to help others if she is able.
- A strong compassion for others close to her.
- Her passion and will for knowledge seems undying.
- Loves animals of all kinds.
- An avid reader. Loves reading and writing.
- Dislikes the notions of Racism, Sexism and Classism.
- Extremely curious in nature.
- Is pacifistic in almost all situations, even if it's a threat to herself.
- Overly Bashful when complimented or congratulated.
- Prone to calling out the smallest of mistakes she can recognize.
- A Nightowl, enjoys sleeping in and waking up in the afternoon to stay up the night.
- Cares more about her life studies, discoveries and notes more than her own life. Knowledge is to live beyond her, she believes.
- Is normally disapproving of people harming the earth. Foresting, Explosives. Just to name a few.
- Very Prudish.
- Was raised to greet masculine. Proper bows as opposed to curtsy bows. The like.
- Can become prone to over-thinking simple problems and metaphorical sayings.
- Has no real experience when dealing with ethnic issues.
- Can become reclusive randomly at times, under some random need to close herself up for a couple of days and read and write.
- Physically weak.
- Hyperactive tripping caused by an extreme clumsiness.
- Has very little tolerance to pain.
- Even when not embarrassingly complimented, she's prone to becoming flustered at a loss of words.
- Takes care, almost under any circumstance, to make sure her note writing is legible for others to be able to read it clearly.
- More than willing to help others if she is able.
- A strong compassion for others close to her.
- Her passion and will for knowledge seems undying.
- Loves animals of all kinds.
- An avid reader. Loves reading and writing.
- Dislikes the notions of Racism, Sexism and Classism.
- Extremely curious in nature.
- Is pacifistic in almost all situations, even if it's a threat to herself.
- Overly Bashful when complimented or congratulated.
- Prone to calling out the smallest of mistakes she can recognize.
- A Nightowl, enjoys sleeping in and waking up in the afternoon to stay up the night.
- Cares more about her life studies, discoveries and notes more than her own life. Knowledge is to live beyond her, she believes.
- Is normally disapproving of people harming the earth. Foresting, Explosives. Just to name a few.
- Very Prudish.
- Was raised to greet masculine. Proper bows as opposed to curtsy bows. The like.
- Can become prone to over-thinking simple problems and metaphorical sayings.
- Has no real experience when dealing with ethnic issues.
- Can become reclusive randomly at times, under some random need to close herself up for a couple of days and read and write.
- Physically weak.
- Hyperactive tripping caused by an extreme clumsiness.
- Has very little tolerance to pain.
- Even when not embarrassingly complimented, she's prone to becoming flustered at a loss of words.
Note: These will be done as simple journal entries, that can actually be found ICly within write text Rem keeps in her personal journal. All accounting info is to be taken like the rest of the sheet otherwise.
Love (Attraction)
Love (Platonic)
Special Friend/Family
Friend
Acquaintance
Indifferent
Slight Disapproval
Bad Terms
Wants Total Avoidance
In Story:
Simon Aspen (Father): ". . . My dear father, humble. Quiet. He was always willing to bet I could do this or that. he was my sole parent for my entire life, and I appreciate all he has done for me, and for other people. I hope he stays safe at home, and may Dryma bless him. . ."
Hilton Hamilton (Tutor): "If I were to have a second parent, it would have been my old friend and teacher, Mister Hilton Hamilton. He taught me, trained me. Helped me through worse times. I would write to say he had spent just as much time with me as father, and I love him like family."
Guile Descartes (Fellow Cartographer, Traitor): ". . . The man who swiped my works on my stay at Auria and left me with nothing more than scrap tools. I dare never hurt anyone, that's not what I want. But He would be first on my list if I did. I'll pay him back for it somehow, peacefully."
In Setting:
Orvich Mote: "She's an interesting woman. Strong, tall. Her eyes are of different color, which look very pretty. Her story and reason for coming to Alroc has made me a bit sad... Even with it only being our first encounter. A lucky one at that. I'd like to know more. I wish to help her. Someway. Somehow. Perhaps showing her my works will help."
Koi: "He's a quiet and shy man who works with Chathra in the tavern's kitchen. I feel some compassion, having to work under someone of such... character. I'm helpless to help him against Chathra's antics, but sometimes it is better to just leave it be unless it becomes a noticeable issue.
Peyton: "A kind woman who helped me when I was still just tripping along in town. She's a doctor of some sort, and we had a small talk before showing me the clinic and quickly leaving me with some advice."
Zarkaylia: "Dryma, I haven't seen as many scars on a person as I have her. And she had armor on . . . She's a good woman, and was kind upon greeting me. Like with Orvich, I wish to know a little more about her."
Elizabeth: "She constantly confuses me to where I cannot do more than stutter. She is a nice woman, a bit bold and irrational when it comes to dealing with people, but otherwise nice. I'm not aware of whether she does her teasing on purpose to agitate me or not..."
Cyrus: "An older man I met at his own store. He is a trader, or a merchant of sorts. He asked for a map in return for tools for my Cartography, which I promised and went on my way. . . He's embarrassing to be around. Doing what he did in front of Victor."
Nerissa: "Met with a... stomach ache? Her speech is fragmented and cut up, probably not having the common language as her native. Lucin? Not that it matters."
Mire: "She's quiet, and timid. But I like her. There's not much I can write about our encounters other than that, I'm afraid. Still, she'll make me clothing, which I need for Alroc. . ."
Victor: "The Mayor. We only met briefly, while he was stuffing his face with Chathra's dish. Other than Cyrus embarrassing me in front of him, it was short and to the point; He was willing to show his collection of books to me. Which I appreciate greatly. But, apparently, something happened... Is he the violent type?"
Felix: "He seemed rather timid like Mire. . . Well, perhaps not that much. He's a shoemaker, which is perfect as I'll need new clothing for this environment. I feel embarrassed though... did showing my feet so reluctantly to him. Was it a big deal...?"
Chathra: ". . . I'm not sure what to make of Chathra. She can be rude, and overall unpleasant to be around. She assigned me the name 'Leaf', which I cannot get rid of. Though I will say this, she seems to give alternate names to /EVERYONE/. I, ultimately, do not care for her rude behavior or name giving, she makes some good food."
Daulton: "Very brief. All I got was his name."
Love (Attraction)
Love (Platonic)
Special Friend/Family
Friend
Acquaintance
Indifferent
Slight Disapproval
Bad Terms
Wants Total Avoidance
In Story:
Simon Aspen (Father): ". . . My dear father, humble. Quiet. He was always willing to bet I could do this or that. he was my sole parent for my entire life, and I appreciate all he has done for me, and for other people. I hope he stays safe at home, and may Dryma bless him. . ."
Hilton Hamilton (Tutor): "If I were to have a second parent, it would have been my old friend and teacher, Mister Hilton Hamilton. He taught me, trained me. Helped me through worse times. I would write to say he had spent just as much time with me as father, and I love him like family."
Guile Descartes (Fellow Cartographer, Traitor): ". . . The man who swiped my works on my stay at Auria and left me with nothing more than scrap tools. I dare never hurt anyone, that's not what I want. But He would be first on my list if I did. I'll pay him back for it somehow, peacefully."
In Setting:
Orvich Mote: "She's an interesting woman. Strong, tall. Her eyes are of different color, which look very pretty. Her story and reason for coming to Alroc has made me a bit sad... Even with it only being our first encounter. A lucky one at that. I'd like to know more. I wish to help her. Someway. Somehow. Perhaps showing her my works will help."
Koi: "He's a quiet and shy man who works with Chathra in the tavern's kitchen. I feel some compassion, having to work under someone of such... character. I'm helpless to help him against Chathra's antics, but sometimes it is better to just leave it be unless it becomes a noticeable issue.
Peyton: "A kind woman who helped me when I was still just tripping along in town. She's a doctor of some sort, and we had a small talk before showing me the clinic and quickly leaving me with some advice."
Zarkaylia: "Dryma, I haven't seen as many scars on a person as I have her. And she had armor on . . . She's a good woman, and was kind upon greeting me. Like with Orvich, I wish to know a little more about her."
Elizabeth: "She constantly confuses me to where I cannot do more than stutter. She is a nice woman, a bit bold and irrational when it comes to dealing with people, but otherwise nice. I'm not aware of whether she does her teasing on purpose to agitate me or not..."
Cyrus: "An older man I met at his own store. He is a trader, or a merchant of sorts. He asked for a map in return for tools for my Cartography, which I promised and went on my way. . . He's embarrassing to be around. Doing what he did in front of Victor."
Nerissa: "Met with a... stomach ache? Her speech is fragmented and cut up, probably not having the common language as her native. Lucin? Not that it matters."
Mire: "She's quiet, and timid. But I like her. There's not much I can write about our encounters other than that, I'm afraid. Still, she'll make me clothing, which I need for Alroc. . ."
Victor: "The Mayor. We only met briefly, while he was stuffing his face with Chathra's dish. Other than Cyrus embarrassing me in front of him, it was short and to the point; He was willing to show his collection of books to me. Which I appreciate greatly. But, apparently, something happened... Is he the violent type?"
Felix: "He seemed rather timid like Mire. . . Well, perhaps not that much. He's a shoemaker, which is perfect as I'll need new clothing for this environment. I feel embarrassed though... did showing my feet so reluctantly to him. Was it a big deal...?"
Chathra: ". . . I'm not sure what to make of Chathra. She can be rude, and overall unpleasant to be around. She assigned me the name 'Leaf', which I cannot get rid of. Though I will say this, she seems to give alternate names to /EVERYONE/. I, ultimately, do not care for her rude behavior or name giving, she makes some good food."
Daulton: "Very brief. All I got was his name."
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