There was a moment, way back when I first made my character. She had yet to really be firmly established in my mind and though she went around wearing an eyepatch, I wasn't sure for what reason. Maybe it was to hide auspicious mismatched eye colors, disdaining typical Seeker tradition. Or maybe she lost her eye. I wasn't sure.
Until, in a long, long conversation with someone she'd only begun to know, she opened up and told the story. Of being a young miqo'te in a tribe, fascinated by -causing pain- and being cruel to little animals, to fleeing her tribe when their nunh tried to claim her... to the moment when, alone, starved and half mad with it, she cornered and was beating a ceourl(MAN I FUCKING HATE THAT NAME) pup whilst studiously avoiding killing it... and got surprised by its sibling pup and had her eye raked. She continued to describe the days of walking after barely escaping being rounded on and hunted in turn, fleeing from anything big enough to threaten her, too tired and hungry to find sustenance... and stumbled into a village with a conjurer, which just barely managed to save her life and keep the majority of her face from scarring. But when she'd got there, her eye was a black mass of swollen tissue, infected and making her quite feverish. Now, she hides the eye under an eyepatch to spare others the grisly scar tissue underneath.
During that one session of rp, the character changed and solidified in my mind. She became -real- and enjoyable. I remember that moment fondly.
Until, in a long, long conversation with someone she'd only begun to know, she opened up and told the story. Of being a young miqo'te in a tribe, fascinated by -causing pain- and being cruel to little animals, to fleeing her tribe when their nunh tried to claim her... to the moment when, alone, starved and half mad with it, she cornered and was beating a ceourl(MAN I FUCKING HATE THAT NAME) pup whilst studiously avoiding killing it... and got surprised by its sibling pup and had her eye raked. She continued to describe the days of walking after barely escaping being rounded on and hunted in turn, fleeing from anything big enough to threaten her, too tired and hungry to find sustenance... and stumbled into a village with a conjurer, which just barely managed to save her life and keep the majority of her face from scarring. But when she'd got there, her eye was a black mass of swollen tissue, infected and making her quite feverish. Now, she hides the eye under an eyepatch to spare others the grisly scar tissue underneath.
During that one session of rp, the character changed and solidified in my mind. She became -real- and enjoyable. I remember that moment fondly.
