Thal Roselle Valdora
Details
Full Name: Roselle Valdora
Race: Hytori
Sex: Female
Age: 24
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 157 lbs. (Thin, but not malnourished).
Birthdate: Frost 13th 96 AOS
Birthplace: Dalquia
Profession: Nurse/Hunter
Housing: Vagrant
Partners: None
Titles: Thal (Technically Disowned)
Factions: None Currently
Fluencies: Common, Eldhan
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
Roselle has pale skin, with a soft tannish tint to it. Her eyes are a deep honey brown, and her hair is a warm reddish brown. She has a scar on the outside of her right ankle, and her rune resides on the back of her left hand.
Personality
Roselle Valdora is a bag of mixed emotions, personalities, and actions. From her Hytori heritage, she is prideful and somewhat vain, this shown in the fact she refuses to drop her title of Thal, even though she has been disowned by her family. Her expulsion and pariah status amongst her hometown and family has given her a level of humility that she has to consciously remind herself of, and therefore is almost always struggling with. She tends to not think so highly of some of the other races, but in order to try and make up for her past and continuing sins, she tries to help everyone she can, as often as she can. She is kind of heart, but hard and quick of tongue. She will often smile when helping someone who is sick or wounded, but it is almost always a mask to hide her inner sorrow, and when alone, she is depressed and mournful.
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History
Roselle Valdora grew up as the fifth daughter of what would end up being nine children. Her parents, Noble folk in the Hytori world, and greatly respected in their city. Roselle grew extremely close to her sister immediately her senior, Cornette. Cornette was only a year older than Roselle, so it was easy for them to get along and grow close. They easily bonded over being middle children, and from neither of them getting their parents attention all that often. Before two long they were nearly inseparable, until of course, they were separated. Around the age of ten, it was clear Roselle was interested in herbs and medicines in regard to her future endeavors. She was given to one of the towns folks, a nurse, named For’nelli, to teach her the ways of medicine and healing.
In their teenage years, Cornette and Roselle drifted further and further apart. While Roselle was sent away to learn medicine and herbology, Cornette was kept home, learning politics and trade by their parents. Due to this, Roselle began to feel a strong sense of resentment and jealousy towards her sister. After years of telling each other they didn’t need their parents attention or approval, she transforms into a completely different person as soon as said affection is shown to her? How could someone be so low, so two-faced? These feelings grew into a dark pit in Roselle’s heart, one she was horribly ashamed of.
By her seventeenth year, Roselle’s hatred towards her sister grew, until she decided to get back at her sister and her near perfect life. It took some time, but she was finally able to locate a mage, an old, hag of a woman (whose name Roselle never managed to obtain) who practiced the art of affliction. Roselle was surprised how little convincing the old woman needed to introduce her into this magic. Since she almost always wore gloves on her hand, due to her training as a nurse, she chose to get her rune inscribed on the back of her left hand.
The process of inscribing the rune itself hurt but was rather mild. Roselle even laughed at the old woman for the warnings she had given her about the pain she would be facing. As soon as the rune was finished, and while in mid laugh, a rush of bile rushed up her throat and out of her mouth before she could close it, coating herself in her own vomit. Her skin turned red, irritation and searing pain covered every inch of her body. Her nails tried to scratch, but this only caused her pain to increase, and large pus-filled welts to emerge where her mails once touched. For five days she laid in that old hag’s hut, naked, skin ablaze, soon there were few parts of her that were not covered in welts, each as sensitive as a soap bubble. She couldn’t even so much as drink water, let alone eat, without retching and vomiting far beyond what she had taken in. The entire time , the old hag sat in a corner, watching her suffer, cackling to herself.
Once her threshold sickness passed, the old woman threw Roselle out of her home. Roselle returned home, returned to her life as a nurse. She started healing those that she could of their smaller afflictions through erosion. She figured, “I get to help my patients, and add new afflictions to my repertoire. Where’s the harm? I can take a few afflictions every now and then.” Her plan was in motion, all she needed was time, and the chance to start it.
On Roselle’s eighteenth birthday, her chance arrived. Cornette invited her for a walk through the local park. “A chance to catch up, and reconnect.” Roselle wore her favorite gloves, ones that only covered her hands and pinky finger, but the rest were left bare, and one of her nicest gowns. At the park, Cornette confided to her sister, that she was going to be married. Her reason for this meeting was to ask Roselle to be in the wedding, as her maid of honor. What should have been a heartwarming gesture sent rage through Roselle. Married? And from the sounds of it to a well of businessman? And she wants ME to be her maid of honor? No, she wants me there, front and center, rubbing her happy and perfect life in my face! So she started threading.
Painting a smile on her face, Roselle took her sister by the arm, placing her hand on her sisters bare skin, and started to thread her aether amongst her sisters. She focused as hard as she could while keeping up conversation. “Who is the lucky fellow? Do mother and father know already? When will the wedding take place?” things of that nature. Once she was sure her aether was properly threaded in, she added her jinx. Nothing major, she wasn’t practiced enough to do anything too severe, and besides, she didn’t want to truly hurt her sister, just give her a little payback. Let her know that her life isn’t nearly as perfect as she thinks it is. She cast her jinx, dizziness, simple enough, nothing severe. Roselle was surprised how quickly it took effect. Almost instantly Cornette seemed to be off balance, she placed one hand on her head, and then, she fell.
What Roselle had failed to notice, between keeping concentration on her spell and keeping up the conversation, is where they had walked to. A quaint little bridge set over a pond for swans and fish to swim in. A beautiful site, and normally the short thigh high safety rail was more than enough, as it was more for children, who rarely entered the park in the first place. As Cornette lost her balance, she stumbled, causing her to back up into said railing, and right over the edge into the pond below. Between her bout of dizziness and the material of her dress weighing her down, it didn’t take her long to sink to the bottom of the pond. All Roselle could do was watch in horror, as her simple prank had turned deadly.
Roselle, never being the one to keep a secret due to her conscience always getting the better of her, told her family and authorities what had happened. An agreement was decided upon: since the death was caused by an accident, and was not intentional, Roselle would not go to prison. However, she would instead be exiled from the town she had spent all her life and be shunned from her family.
Roselle spent years wandering, trying to find a way to forgive herself. Besides erosion, she has used her affliction magic little since that day, terrified of the consequences. Instead, she has focused on her skills with a bow, training herself in archery to keep herself alive. Now, at the age of twenty-four, she has come to the conclusion that she must accept herself and her magic, though she is still hesitant to use it, and can only use it if its for the betterment of others as a whole. She now wanders in search of a place to call home, where she can put her skills as a nurse to use. A place that will accept her for the monster she still believes she is. Recently, she heard talk of a hospital in Kalzasi, a place called the Tranquil Gardens. Simply thinking its name brings joy and hope to Roselle’s heart, and quickness to her feet. She marches forward, sure that she will find her new home amongst this new path.
