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A girl of middle teenaged years, she wields the exacting vocabulary of a foreigner still not yet used to the Standard tongue and adheres to stringent concepts of right and wrong. What she lacks in personal organization -- her thread-satchel is often a mess of bobbins, needles, and scribbled notes -- she makes up for in conviction. In conversation, she speaks with honesty and abruptness, often not fully recognizing the consequence of such freed speech. She is intensely fond of poetry and prose, but prefers Jernoan literature over the bland styles of Myrken's few authors. | A girl of middle teenaged years, she wields the exacting vocabulary of a foreigner still not yet used to the Standard tongue and adheres to stringent concepts of right and wrong. What she lacks in personal organization -- her thread-satchel is often a mess of bobbins, needles, and scribbled notes -- she makes up for in conviction. In conversation, she speaks with honesty and abruptness, often not fully recognizing the consequence of such freed speech. She is intensely fond of poetry and prose, but prefers Jernoan literature over the bland styles of Myrken's few authors. | ||
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The seamstress is no native of Myrkentown. She was born and raised in the deserts of [[Jernoah]], a distant country known for its exports of bonework, dried smoking-root, glassware, and sculpture. She clings to customs of her homeland: she is a devoted follower of the Nameless, a pantheon of Jernoan deities; water is rarely wasted on baths or clothes-washing; she openly supports authoritative, even tyrannical governmental structures, like other Jernos, who believe stringent politics and laws have significantly reduced thievery, murder, and other crimes. | The seamstress is no native of Myrkentown. She was born and raised in the deserts of [[Jernoah]], a distant country known for its exports of bonework, dried smoking-root, glassware, and sculpture. She clings to customs of her homeland: she is a devoted follower of the Nameless, a pantheon of Jernoan deities; water is rarely wasted on baths or clothes-washing; she openly supports authoritative, even tyrannical governmental structures, like other Jernos, who believe stringent politics and laws have significantly reduced thievery, murder, and other crimes. | ||
Revision as of 13:49, 23 April 2014
"I could not imagine where we would be without the laboring class; they are a hard-working sort, condemned to bloody their hands and blister their feet with toils that scarcely pay their way. And yet, when the work has been done, the shops are bolted and the bazaar is closed, they return to their secret lives in their secret homes, with secret children and secret loves, counting the hours until they can once again be themselves -- the laboring class." Description"I am a Seamstress of Great Prowess, and while I am not necessarily a Tailor or Dressmaker by Trade, I have found my way about the Foibles of garment-making for some Time, though my Expertise lies specifically within Hems, and Embroidery, Trims and Trains, and Elaborate Schemes of the Threaded Sort." It would be easy to lose Gloria Wynsee in a crowd of Myrken commoners. Round about the edges, plump in hips, cheeks, and hands, she has the appearance of a well-fed plainsgirl, her conservative dresses, long sleeves, and bonnets dirty with dust and old stains. Her skin is often gritty with grime, and her dark hair, instead of spilling free, is regularly bound into a number of fist-sized knots. Like many commoners, her attention to hygiene is unfortunately lacking -- the mud of filthy streets, the blood of the butchers, and the sweat of daily chores are ignored for weeks at a time. Despite her proficiency with thread and needle, her few garments often go threadbare, thin, and frayed. A black glove is her only peculiar trait, worn on the left hand. A girl of middle teenaged years, she wields the exacting vocabulary of a foreigner still not yet used to the Standard tongue and adheres to stringent concepts of right and wrong. What she lacks in personal organization -- her thread-satchel is often a mess of bobbins, needles, and scribbled notes -- she makes up for in conviction. In conversation, she speaks with honesty and abruptness, often not fully recognizing the consequence of such freed speech. She is intensely fond of poetry and prose, but prefers Jernoan literature over the bland styles of Myrken's few authors. HistoryThe seamstress is no native of Myrkentown. She was born and raised in the deserts of Jernoah, a distant country known for its exports of bonework, dried smoking-root, glassware, and sculpture. She clings to customs of her homeland: she is a devoted follower of the Nameless, a pantheon of Jernoan deities; water is rarely wasted on baths or clothes-washing; she openly supports authoritative, even tyrannical governmental structures, like other Jernos, who believe stringent politics and laws have significantly reduced thievery, murder, and other crimes. Like her fellow Jernos, she has a love for literature and can write with great skill -- if only in Jernoan. Her ability to grasp the artistic and literary sensibilities of Myrken and its surrounding provinces is limited, and she relies on dictation for formal correspondence. Native words litter her grasp on the Standard tongue, a habit she induces in herself to resist forgetting her homeland. In Jernoah, she was an active member of the jerethedral choir and a student among many under the harsh tutelage of various Mother Sempstresses. Since Coming to Myrken WoodGloria has become quick friends with Cherny and Catch, both of whom she respects a great deal -- the former, for the boy's kindness, logic, knowledge, and work-ethic, and the latter for his vulnerability, his wildness, and his uncanny, child-like mentality. Both instill in the young woman a sense of responsibility, and she is quick to defend their names -- if sometimes to a fault. Governor Glenn Burnie and Ariane Carnath-Emory are respected highly, especially given the young woman's penchant for aligning herself with strong figures of governmental authority -- a persisting (if occasionally misplaced) quality from Jernoan culture. Plots |
