Name: Schottie Sparsiflourus Lipfolum Jedryin Greydust the Wandering Willowere of Bantham, Scotti for short. She, however, does not care what you call her, as long as it is not to dreadfully derogitory.
Gender: Female
Species: Predomenantly human, with a distant touch of dwarf and a good dollope of starrpoint elf here and there. It is faintly possible that she has morphan blood VERY distantly in her, but this is unknown. See "Explination of colorful herritage"
Age: Guessed to be somewhere around 4 to 500, though Scotti herself certainly does not look it. Folks often marvel how such a multi-blood could live for even this long, and the reply Scotti gives is cheerful, though indirect. "I'd jolly well rather be alive an' kicken' then dead-and-gone, wot? Much more interestin' businness, being alive, than being dead... Don't know how all them dead chaps manage it."
explination of colorful herritage: Scotti is predominatnly unsure of her pedigree for the Bantham are so very mixed in their species. Her mother named Trina was mostly human with one or two elven characteristics, and she never knew her father, who her mother said had a bit of dwarf in him. On Trina's deathbed with Scotti by her side, Trina pulled her daughter close and admitted of having been unfaithful, for in the days of her youth she was dangerously liberal in spirit. Before Scotti had a chance to ask who the man was, her mother closed her eyes, squeezed her hand and then passed away, having come clean at last, she could rest in peace. Scotti never knew who that person– or person s was, for her poor mother was terribly unspacific.
Brief History: Born into the curious setting of a constantly traveling band of multi-specied warriors, male and female alike, who called themselves the "Bantham". They took great liberty in what they wore. Silver glinted from every throat, gold from every arm, copper from every wrist and steel from every belt, attired in only the brightest colors and the finest fabrics, for the Bantham had a gift for weaving. The Bantham gave themselves long, intricate names, most of wich were almost commical.
Trina, was the sweetest, gentelest creature alive at the time. She was very beautiful, and kind enough not to harm a bug. She, however, had little-to-nothing to do with Scotti's upbringing because she was so dreadfully frail, always sick, unable to take care of her daughter properly. Thus, Scotti was raised with the help of the entire Bantham clan. She was gently disciplined by some, but fiercely loved by all.
Her mother's illness was a strange blessing in disguise, however, for this allowed Scotti to be trained in nearly every skill that the small clan offered, without a natural mother's protective instinct to dillute it. She was taught to cook by four sisters who made food for the clan. She was taught to ride by the master-of-horses. To sing by Mem' Rosie and her tabby cat, to hunt by the youth, to play by the children, to track by the elders. She was taught to battle by the clan warrior, who deemed it necesarry that she be able to protect herself for her own good, and taught to heal, for if she expected to last long as a warrior she would need to fix herself need be. But, the young Bantham was taught to love and respect all life, the earth, and above all the Creator, for without him all was meaningless.
The day Scotti's mother perished at long last of pneumonia, Scotti took up her few posessions and her favored twin curved swords, and went out into the world, leaving her happy life behind forever. She wanders to this day, for no one reason.
Physical Characteristics: She appears to be roughly between 20 and 30, though some reckon her to look younger. (see "age" for more) Her eyes large and red-brown in color with an odd undertone of gold, turning into two sparkling slits when she smiles, for she often does. Her grin is enormous. As for height, she is tall and gangly, measuring somewhere around 6 foot. Her hair is the same color as her eyes, measuring down to her middle back, quite wavy. She is tan and work-hardened from years of travel. Though Trina was willowy and graceful and quite beautiful, Scotti is no such thing. She is clumsy and altogether ungraceful, with not so much as a drop of her mothers exotic beauty. Though Mem' Rosie taught her to sing, she does not have a fine voice in the least, causing often the birds to fly from the trees should they be in hearing range.
Attire: A colorful bandana rests upon her head, with an equally colorful tunic and pants, and a water-tight cloak of bold red and purple checks fastined with a brillient copper clasp. A rose-gold tork gleams about her neck, along with two silver armbands and gold bracelets, and large silver hoops in her ears. She bears a staff and twin curved swords wich make an X upon her back, though she rarely uses them.
Talents: Scotti is well rounded in much, but her special talents consist of storytelling, sleeping and eating. She can intake a shocking amount of food and sleeps like a rock. Her attention span as well is quite large, and she emensely enjoys both reading and writing, and ancient things tend to be her specialty. Physically, she has an admirable sense of smell and taste.
Faults: It had been often said that Scotti is little more that long-limbed softie. She loves children, and is ever-ready to produce the odd candied chesnut should need arise. Her ungracefulness has been noted. She can be annoyingly cheerful, and is as stubborn as a mule when it comes right down to it. She did not inherit her father's excelent dwarven-tainted vision. If fact, she can not see very well at all, and must produce a thick monicle to read all but the boldest, largest lettering.
Personality: Carefree, almost care-less and optomistic, quite cheerful for the most part, save when she has missed a meal.
Other: Scotti carries wherever she goes a small, infinately ancient looking box, its contents remain even yet undeciphered. In much of her spare time she is merely pondering it.
Gender: Female
Species: Predomenantly human, with a distant touch of dwarf and a good dollope of starrpoint elf here and there. It is faintly possible that she has morphan blood VERY distantly in her, but this is unknown. See "Explination of colorful herritage"
Age: Guessed to be somewhere around 4 to 500, though Scotti herself certainly does not look it. Folks often marvel how such a multi-blood could live for even this long, and the reply Scotti gives is cheerful, though indirect. "I'd jolly well rather be alive an' kicken' then dead-and-gone, wot? Much more interestin' businness, being alive, than being dead... Don't know how all them dead chaps manage it."
explination of colorful herritage: Scotti is predominatnly unsure of her pedigree for the Bantham are so very mixed in their species. Her mother named Trina was mostly human with one or two elven characteristics, and she never knew her father, who her mother said had a bit of dwarf in him. On Trina's deathbed with Scotti by her side, Trina pulled her daughter close and admitted of having been unfaithful, for in the days of her youth she was dangerously liberal in spirit. Before Scotti had a chance to ask who the man was, her mother closed her eyes, squeezed her hand and then passed away, having come clean at last, she could rest in peace. Scotti never knew who that person– or person s was, for her poor mother was terribly unspacific.
Brief History: Born into the curious setting of a constantly traveling band of multi-specied warriors, male and female alike, who called themselves the "Bantham". They took great liberty in what they wore. Silver glinted from every throat, gold from every arm, copper from every wrist and steel from every belt, attired in only the brightest colors and the finest fabrics, for the Bantham had a gift for weaving. The Bantham gave themselves long, intricate names, most of wich were almost commical.
Trina, was the sweetest, gentelest creature alive at the time. She was very beautiful, and kind enough not to harm a bug. She, however, had little-to-nothing to do with Scotti's upbringing because she was so dreadfully frail, always sick, unable to take care of her daughter properly. Thus, Scotti was raised with the help of the entire Bantham clan. She was gently disciplined by some, but fiercely loved by all.
Her mother's illness was a strange blessing in disguise, however, for this allowed Scotti to be trained in nearly every skill that the small clan offered, without a natural mother's protective instinct to dillute it. She was taught to cook by four sisters who made food for the clan. She was taught to ride by the master-of-horses. To sing by Mem' Rosie and her tabby cat, to hunt by the youth, to play by the children, to track by the elders. She was taught to battle by the clan warrior, who deemed it necesarry that she be able to protect herself for her own good, and taught to heal, for if she expected to last long as a warrior she would need to fix herself need be. But, the young Bantham was taught to love and respect all life, the earth, and above all the Creator, for without him all was meaningless.
The day Scotti's mother perished at long last of pneumonia, Scotti took up her few posessions and her favored twin curved swords, and went out into the world, leaving her happy life behind forever. She wanders to this day, for no one reason.
Physical Characteristics: She appears to be roughly between 20 and 30, though some reckon her to look younger. (see "age" for more) Her eyes large and red-brown in color with an odd undertone of gold, turning into two sparkling slits when she smiles, for she often does. Her grin is enormous. As for height, she is tall and gangly, measuring somewhere around 6 foot. Her hair is the same color as her eyes, measuring down to her middle back, quite wavy. She is tan and work-hardened from years of travel. Though Trina was willowy and graceful and quite beautiful, Scotti is no such thing. She is clumsy and altogether ungraceful, with not so much as a drop of her mothers exotic beauty. Though Mem' Rosie taught her to sing, she does not have a fine voice in the least, causing often the birds to fly from the trees should they be in hearing range.
Attire: A colorful bandana rests upon her head, with an equally colorful tunic and pants, and a water-tight cloak of bold red and purple checks fastined with a brillient copper clasp. A rose-gold tork gleams about her neck, along with two silver armbands and gold bracelets, and large silver hoops in her ears. She bears a staff and twin curved swords wich make an X upon her back, though she rarely uses them.
Talents: Scotti is well rounded in much, but her special talents consist of storytelling, sleeping and eating. She can intake a shocking amount of food and sleeps like a rock. Her attention span as well is quite large, and she emensely enjoys both reading and writing, and ancient things tend to be her specialty. Physically, she has an admirable sense of smell and taste.
Faults: It had been often said that Scotti is little more that long-limbed softie. She loves children, and is ever-ready to produce the odd candied chesnut should need arise. Her ungracefulness has been noted. She can be annoyingly cheerful, and is as stubborn as a mule when it comes right down to it. She did not inherit her father's excelent dwarven-tainted vision. If fact, she can not see very well at all, and must produce a thick monicle to read all but the boldest, largest lettering.
Personality: Carefree, almost care-less and optomistic, quite cheerful for the most part, save when she has missed a meal.
Other: Scotti carries wherever she goes a small, infinately ancient looking box, its contents remain even yet undeciphered. In much of her spare time she is merely pondering it.
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