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Brother Kit; Musings on a Character Profile
Topic Started: Jan 13 2006, 05:08 AM (245 Views)
SilverAloe
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Although not nearly as polished as Keyser's stories, this little bit is what was stripped from a recent character profile. I do tend to go on and on, and of course that wasn't quite appropriate for that venue. B) So decided to post here, and if I develop any other ideas for the same character, will try to amend as I go along.

Please, anyone that cares to comment, or give me ideas, all will be extremely welcome. Would love to write professionally at some point, but feel that I'm a day late and a $ short in that dream. So if you in the forum will be my critics, perhaps one day will be able to produce something of salable quality. At the very least, I'll have indulged my passion for words. ;)

My name is Kitra; unusual, one might say. But even more unusual are my reasons for denying the name I was given to become in many respects an alter ego of my early self. As stories go, it is not long, so perhaps I will relate my history to you, stranger. There comes a time in every being's life that some recognition is desired, if only for merely having survived the dangers common to all mortals.

And I am mortal, although my life will be a long one. You see, my quiet friend, I am of the rare half-Elven race. You are surprised? Yes, well you might be....only in very unusual circumstances will Elves mate with other races, and of those joinings, only those pairings which are known to be true sharings of heart and soul may produce offspring. Is it any wonder that a half-Elven is hardly even known to the world? And the world as a whole does not favor a child who is neither this nor that, one who might be born of deep an abiding love, yet may also be one who could fulfill the prophecy of engendering such hate as could tear the fabric between universes. More of that, later, if you are interested. Now it is my wish to tell you of my life, not the supposed evil of the Degraded One.

Raised in seclusion by a human mother and elven father, hidden partly because they wished to protect me from the stigma and taunts that a half-breed elf might face, and partly because my father's heritage had been stripped from him when he chose to cast his lot with a human mate. Their union was a happy one, however, and I was reared in love and discipline that any elven child would recognize, and any human child would envy. As a mate of an Elf, Mother's life was greatly extended, even though she would remain mortal. This allowed them to shower me with affection as an only child for many more years than would have been possible had I been wholly human.

Elven children mature early, yet grow slowly, and my Mother treated me as an infant long after Father had educated and instructed me in many arts and sciences. Often spoiled by my indulgent parents, Father also ensured that I could protect myself, and trained me in certain Elvish marital arts.

This secrecy was a mistake, however, as my mother died in childbirth from her second pregnancy at an advanced age, attempted against medical advice. She loved my father so much that she would risk her life to give him a son as well as an adoring daughter. This was her legacy to him, and she paid with her life to give my brother his. Father did not care for the coin of exchange, and mourned her deeply.

At first, Father would not even see my brother, much less acknowledge him as his son in the ancient ritual. I cared for him as best I might, with the help of our crofter dames, who advised me (as mothers will) on the rearing of another's child.
I named him myself, without the ceremony, as Amadi (he who is destined to be born). One day when I was worn with tending the child, and fell asleep at his cradle, I awoke to find Father's shadow looming over us both. At first afraid, I looked into his eyes, and knew that now was our chance to break into Father's sorrow. I picked up Amadi, placing him in Father's arms. Taking the baby into a deep embrace, he let his tears fall onto Amadi's sweet head. The child instintively nestled into Fathers chest, and a bond was formed. The next morning, Father performed the entire naming ritual, confirming my choice. The only change made was a second name held secretly between us: Navid, or beloved after death.

Now Father had two pupils, and he often put me to the task of instructing Navid in the lower forms of a subject, even while I learned the higher arts. We spent many happy days and nights in study, and eventually Navid outgrew babyhood, and ran through all parts of Elwin's Dell as it's prince. All the crofters loved him, and were proud of his accomplishments. There were time that I resented my brother, I will admit now, but always his loving smile would win my heart again.

As surely as Pride goeth before a Fall, Love goeth before a grief....my wild, sweet boy one day did not return from his rambles. All the Dell searched for him, and finally found only a bloodstained piece of clothing, and overlarge wolf prints leading away from the valley. Again we were plunged into sorrow, this time that had no ending in the discovery of new love.

Distraught by grief, my father requested his kin to care for me. He could not see me without remembering his beloved Navid. Not even knowing of my existence before this, they were shocked. Sustenance I received, but not care or love. And I had developed no defenses against the ill will that both races held for me. My life became a misery of apology that I was even born. Nothing I could do would prompt my Elven kin to see me, not the shameful evidence of misconception. Of course, I could not bear to speak of Navid, so my kin knew nothing of my inner sorrow. They felt I was haughty, and ungracious, a proof that half-bred children were inherently flawed.

Eventually, I was sent to my mother's kin...who treated me marginally better. I was a strong lass, and could help them work the croft when no hired hands would work for my grandfather after I took up residence with them. I even became quite the pet of our Father Louis, as my father had given me a good education before our tragedies took away his will to love. But the other children resented the fact that not only could I read, but did so eagerly, and they turned from me in disgust.

Eventually, as mortals will, my grandparents died, and so did Father Louis. I went to the only place that would accept a strangely aged orphan...the monastery. My knowledge of the scriptures and of the healing herbs helped me be accepted, but I kept my feminine nature secret. Only the abbot knew who I truly was, and took me in at the deathbed request of his friend Father Louis. Being tall and strong helped me remain disguised, and I spent 12 contented if not happy years in the abbey. Brother Kit could be relied upon to tend to the sick, or work longer hours in the scriptorium, or keep the bells in good time, without sleeping at the watch. This has become my life, and I am resigned to it.

Last winter, Abbot Bergamot became gravely ill, and I reached deep into my memory for a dangerous but effective treatment. Whether my power to put him into a deep and healing sleep was a gift of my Elven herritage, or simply of my herbal lore, I do not know. But this I did, and then was sent out to seek a cure for him. I'm now in the great world, alone, but sure that I can find the specialized herbs that he needs before it is too late. I must, or my only friend will die. This forced sleep can only be maintained for a few months.

Thus, stranger, have I come to this forsaken place, and find myself pouring out my life for your imbibing. Your silence has been appreciated, but it astounds me as well. Not many could have heard this tale with out breaking out in oaths or cries....O by the god Heironeous, I have bidden this poor traveler to the same land of dreams that may kill or heal, but never is to be attempted lightly. How can I have done this thing? Now I have two poor souls to heal, and hardly started on my journey!







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Invoker
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Very nice - How much research did you have to do on half-elfs
to write that? Some of it was hard to read the first time through
but im sure it will come together.
Do you ever feel like someone is watching you? It's me! ~ Invoker

The worthy GM never purposely kills players' PCs, He presents opportunities for the rash and unthinking players to do that all on their own."
~ Gary Gygax

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Actually i enjoyed it espeically the part about the names hmm I wonder what the Main Characters name means?

I mean i know she's has begotten it but still i do like the way she worked everything into a cohesive total sum I would have enjoyed listening to more of her time in the Abbey tho I think that would have been entertaining B) Keep up the good work and I look forward to reading more of your stuff...
"Love all, Trust a Few, Do harm to none." William Shakespear. 1564-1616 :clrc:
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