Character Information

Name
Mhairin "Aryn" Dirson

Gender
Female

Age
17

Rank or Title
Apprentice Healer

[vocal sample // female]

Physical 155cm, 44.0kg (5'1; 97#)
Constitution Toned but not pronounced musculature, flexible, lissom;
Poise Elegant, regal, languid, fluid;
Aesthetics dark grey/black eyes, ebony hair, soft and full lips, clean;
Standard Attire grey woolen dress, soft leather boots, gentle braid or unassuming bun, thin leather gloves
Outside Attire Dark travelling leather pants, hard woolen tunic, dark, thick cloak, dark gloves
Battle Attire grey robes with chainlink overlay across torso, hardened leather bracers and pants,
Formal Attire Very soft, pale blue layered dress, as befitting her noble birth

Mhairyn is a near-perfect replica of her father, Mallach: while her skeletal structure matches his, it is far more feminine in nature, with gentle curves and soft angles. Her raven hair cascades down to the small of her back in soft waves, when free, with a few loose tendrils curling around her gentle, pale face. Generally, the long mane is kept in a braided bun, though on occasion, it has been done in the fancy up-dos of the noble court often roaming the halls of the castle. In contrast, she wears little to no paint upon her porcelain face, instead letting her natural beauty show through her full, pale-pink lips and large, gentle dark grey eyes.

She is much shorter than either of her parents, standing at a rather unimpressive height of just over five feet and weighing just under one hundred pounds, and while she may be petite, she does have a degree of musculature uncommon for women of her status. due to her love for horseback riding and all the responsibility that it entails, her body is slender and athletic, the faint musculature allowing her full usage of her natural flexibility. Her poise lays promise to a fluid, graceful gait, and her posture imposes a certain degree of confidence, which is no doubt aided by the considerable curvature of her breast.

Day to day, she is seen dressed plainly, in a simple-cut white or grey dress and a soft pair of caramel-colored leather boots. Several of her dresses do have embellishments or embroidery upon them, though this is more a sign of her heritage than due to aesthetics. She does not wear jewels or other items to display her breeding, though if her uncle or father are within the castle, she will dress up further. Her hair is often braided and kept up, and rarely will she be seen in public with it down free.

When out of doors, either riding or travelling with Mollandir, she is almost unrecognizable from clothing alone; her dresses are replaced with boy's breeches and hooded tunics, allowing her to pass for a young squire; it is not her choice, but rather a demand from both Mollandir, her bodyguard, and her father. If it is required, she has chainmail to wear over her tunic, and hardened leather bracers to further fuel the lie. Within the confines of the King's hunting grounds, however, she is allowed to wear what she wishes, and will often display her femininity with riding skirts over breeches.

While on display in the noble courts, she is as beautiful as her mother in pale blue dresses that are embellished with silver thread, have long, flowing sleeves, and many layered skirts. Her hair is up and twisted in an elegant knot, with tendrils cupping her face and breasts, often adorned in a net with matching sapphires.

Personality

Intimate Proud, gentle, naive;
Acquaintance Vain, naive, apathetic, headstrong;
Professional Kind, polite, respectful, supportive yet firm, very clean, empathic, driven, stoic;
Unknown Prickly, Headstrong, indifferent
Dreams, Goals Rise through the ranks
Likes, Loves healing, doing good, rain and all associated sounds
Dislikes, Hates stubbornness, dishonesty, disloyalty, bandits
Fears, Phobias getting dirty, being touched by another, own blood, insects
Unique Qualifier animal person, romantic at heart, overjoyed to be the light of caden's eye

Ordinarily a very pleasant young woman, Mhairyn is both polite and respectful even when the underlying intensity occasionally breaks through. She is very driven, very honorable, and proud, and is the perfect embodiment of what the Order strives to achieve. She is shy, however, and she has difficulty making friends due to a very stoic, or even apathetic, first impression.

Once that terribly thick barrier is broken through and Mhairyn opens up, she is often misunderstood: her need for cleanliness is often mistaken for vanity, very rarely will she change her mind on something, such as honorifics and titles, and her words, when spoken, could be considered harsh, even though she means well. For those that stick through the bad, they are rewarded with her loyalty and her emphatic nature, and she will be there for them, no matter the cost.

In a more professional capacity, the girl is very respectful, as she was raised, and very driven in her duty to help everyone in need; on occasion, her limits are tested, and she has proven to herself that she can overcome her fears of bodily contact if she pushes hard enough. Fortunately, her face rarely betrays her emotions inside, and she is able to sneak by while her confidence in her abilities builds. Incidentally, while she fears being unclean, she is relatively unfazed by the gore that is sometimes brought to her – insofar, the only thing that has had a visceral reaction was when she cut her own hand and saw her own blood.

Through the spectrum, there are things that remain constant. Her need for order and physical cleanliness are at the top of the list, while her naivety and supposed apathy are a close second. She generally wishes to help all those in pain and help ease their suffering, firmly believing that no one should have to endure such things alone. As an animal person, she enjoys all that life and nature has to offer; her favorite things include rainfalls, singing birds, and falling in love. Though she would never reveal such romantic things to anyone, as they are far too naïve and silly to verbalize.

She dislikes insects, though she appreciates their worth, and she can't tolerate the bad things that people do; to her, the Word of the Order is the most important thing, and all people should be treated kindly. As such, bandits and murderers are beyond low, as are liars and cheats. [[These feelings are reaffirmed a hundredfold, as they are echoed by Caden Reinhart, her immediate superior and love interest.]]

History

Timeline

1984 - Born to Mallach and Katriina Dirson in Vertholt; 0
1988 - Mother dies in childbirth to twins, brother Ricard survives; 4-5 years
1989 - Found by Mollandir, Seeker of the Order and taken from family; 5-6 years
1994 – Discovered gift, begins learning the White; 10 years
1995 - Gifted Haffingar by her Father, begins riding; 10-11 years
1997 - Adopted by a castle cat, Alduin; 12 years
1999 - Befriends orphaned wolf pup, reunited with Mollindar; 14 years
2000 - Accepts mantel of the White; 16 years
2001 - Allowed outside of the capital walls for the first time in her life; 17

Mhairyn was born in the castle at Vertholt in secret, the child of Mallach Dirson and Katriina Wolfthorne, sister of the true King. Her early years are unremembered, save a strong feeling of apprehension. She vaguely recalls the birth of her younger brother and the deaths of her mother and sister, though it is only echoes of a memory, of a pain forgotten before it was ever really known. Her earliest, verified memories are of being taken by Mollandir, a young Seeker, to the Order of the Sun; as a shy child, Mhairyn retreated to herself for comfort, much to the dismay of several of her mates in the dormitories that they shared.

The years passed in the Order rather uneventfully, and while the girl worried for her father's safety, she had her brother and cousins nearby to alleviate some of the pain. When she reached her tenth birthday, her initial power coalesced and she was pledged to the Order of the White, and began her training as a healer [[under the tutelage of Caden Reinhart; eventually, she would begin to nurture feelings for the mage, though that's a tale for another time]].

Over the years, she befriended a strange castle cat, whom she named Alduin, a wolf pup gifted to her by her Uncle, which she then raised into an obedient little beast named Fenris, and her trusted steed, Haffingar, a gift from her father during one of his short trips back to the castle during the war. The horse allowed Aryn, as she was then calling herself, to reconnect with her father while he taught her how to ride.

One very awkward day, when she was gifted the orphaned pup, her father decided that, as she was starting to venture out beyond the walls of the castle and into the city proper, she needed a bodyguard that offered more direct protection than the few borrowed guards did. Her newest companion was the Seeker who had found and guided her to the Order when she was just a girl. For the next five years, the two humans were almost inseparable, and the unlikely friendship was formed.

Now, she is a full-fledged member of the White, ready to make her mark upon the world, to spread the Word, and to offer assistance where she can, at Caden's side as his apprentice.

Inventory

625 Gold
118 RP
Satchel [contains: matches, bandages, herbs, healing salves]
Matches [1 pack, 10 uses left]
Herb Bag
Healing Salves [2 pots, 4 uses left total]
Bandages [1 roll]
Cloak [Custom Item -Link]
Fenrisulfr [Custom Pet, Wolf]
Alduin [Standard Pet, Cat]
Haffingar [Mount]

Abilities

Healing i, ii
Personal Ability i
Weapon Knowledge

Stat Tiers

Speed – Normal [1/2]
Power – Excellent [4/4]
Stamina – Normal [1/3]
Strength – Normal [1/2]

Skill Tiers

Footwork – Normal [1/3]
Control – Excellent [4/4]
Weapon – Normal [1/2]
Unarmed – Normal [1/2]

LifePath
Healer [2/4]

Free Skill
Gentle Soul – With her gentle demeanor and graceful motions, Aryn is naturally an animal person, and is able to gain their trust easily.

Personal Ability

i // tangere
A single touch is all it takes to allow a transfer of emotions between Mhairyn and whoever she is touching. The ability requires direct contact and concentration on either of the party over what emotion is transferred, or the strongest one will prevail //
i) Can be used once every other post; effects and duration are dependent upon the emotion in transfer, the strength of the emotion as it was transferred, and a post-duration determined by the affected -- naturally those with smaller levels of power will feel the effects longer than those with power equal or greater than Mhairyn's.

Mount

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• 14.2 hands, 900 pounds
• Black/White Tobiano
• refinement, feathers, tolt

Haffingar is a refined, pony-sized gelding, approximately seven years old. He is roughly half-white and half-black aesthetically, the lower half of his body being all white, while the upper half is splotched with large, irregular patches of white. While the majority of his body is patterned, his head is solid black, save for a tiny, white snip on his velvety-soft muzzle, and the patch of white on his left jaw that traces up and over his mane and forelock.

His mane and tail are both white, due to the lack of the black pigmentation at the bases of each, and very thick, as is the rest of his coat. He has long, thick feathers starting halfway down the length of cannon bones, with the very front tips of his pink hooves showing through. However, as the roads and pastures are far more muddy than dry, the white is often hidden under a glorious coating of mud.

The gelding is very refined despite his large quantity of hair, making him weigh less than the average horse, but more than the average pony; this, however, is to his advantage, as he is quicker than most others of his size, or greater. He is also gaited, a rare trait amongst the horses in the Varald, and has the added benefit of a tölt, a four-beat gait that varies in speed and can cover great distances easily while being gentle on the rider. Additionally, he has a naturally ability for pacing, though this, while fast, is often uncomfortable over even the shortest journeys due to its difference from a normal two-beat trot.

Temperament:
The painted gelding is gentle and very easy-going, a perfect horse for a novice rider, or one who travels frequently. He is rarely startled by the noises of men, and is willing to do anything that is asked of him.

History:
Haffingar was purchased from the great herds of the Nuëmenoïr family by Mallach Dirson, and gifted to his daughter, Mhairyn. The two bonded immediately and have since become the best of friends.

Pet

Name:
Fenris, or Fenrisulfr (Fen-rys-ulf-err)

Appearance:
A large, gangly-legged wolf of two years, weighing approximately ninety-five pounds and standing just under three feet at the shoulder, while he measures just over five feet in length from the top of his head to the base of his tail, which in itself is an additional sixty inches. His coat is a darker grey, punctuated by marks of a lighter color along his underside and in the accents on his furry face. His eyes are a deep amber color, though when he was younger, they were a vibrant green (hence his nickname, the greeneyed hobgoblin).

Temperament:
Fenris is submissive to most humans he is familiar with, but will become aggressive towards those who threaten his master or her companions. He is intelligent, seeming to understand the nuances of human conversation, though he will often feign ignorance. He has an interesting obsession with walking sticks.

History:
Presented as a gift to Mhairyn by her uncle, King Ulric, upon her fourteenth birthday; the King had found a small, orphaned litter of wolf pups while out hunting, and had brought them back to the castle for his sons and his niece to raise as pets of their own. Mhairyn bonded with the pup quickly, as was one of her many talents, and after a rough patch with the matron of her dormitory, quickly became accepted within the Order.

Pet

Name:
Alduin

Appearance:
Lynx-point short haired rosetted cat, roughly twelve svelte pounds and four years of age, very blue eyes and soft fur of varying shades of grey giving way to brown.

Temperament:
It's a cat that likes its owner and not really anyone else and it also owns the entire castle but prefers his spot on Mhairyn's bed to anything else.

History:
When a mommy kitteh and a daddy kitteh find each other they make babies and go on their way. Some babies go to nice homes and some go to farms and some stay in the castle and lord over the realm.