baella geneq
-exiled witch
BALMUNG / CRYSTAL DATA CENTER
"- when a geneq and an ejinn create a disaster."
WORK IN PROGRESS
"- a stubborn dancer who wanders between busy streets and twirling within large forests. using the skills taught by her elders to hunt, be it beast or a hefty bounty. she has gained support from various birds and wavekins, in order to fulfil her duty, whatever it may be -- and she is often conversing with them using curious whistles and chirps. the geneq is drawn towards nature, forests, and lakes where she is free to practice her udgan duties.away from her tribe, the huntress seems too eager to prove herself - the song of birds answered by a melody of her own, a performance which can both be admired and feared as she communicates with spirits unknown to protect those who wander into war. wearing bones, leaves and using water instead of clothing, the ritual dance is a wonder to witness - many leaving in disbelief. claiming to have seen spirits of loved ones, natures embrace, and sights unreal. one of the many services the shamaness can provide."
muse
nameㅤㅤ ㅤbaella geneq.ageㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤyoung adult.sexualityㅤㅤ ㅤheterosexual.marital statusㅤㅤ ㅤsingle and a terrible tease.raceㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤau ra/xaela.alignmentㅤㅤ ㅤchaotic good/neutral.scentㅤㅤ ㅤroses & lavender.class/jobㅤㅤ ㅤshaman, bounty hunter, apothecary, dancer, animal handler.body typeㅤㅤ trained and curvy, romantic - hourglass figure, shortstack.
voice claim
a fucking mess of an udgan, will feed you to her birds if you give her the chanceshamaness from the azim steppe, huntress, and a performer who emanates a pleasing scent of various herbs and flowers. even if the wisp of a xaela is not fit for long and close battles, she could prove to be useful in combat - utilizing her speed and knowledge of the land to her advantage. her years of dancing pays off the moment one witness her graceful movements as she stalks her prey. song filling the area, both her own and that of the many birds she keeps.some might consider the woman ditzy - mayhap even bossy and needy - with her head in the clouds, but others can see through her playful behaviour and see the sly glimmer behind those large and playful eyes of gold. however, the slippery xaela does not appear to be mean spirited, but a young woman wanting to help. and perhaps cause some chaos while doing so.unlike other udgan and sorceresses of her kin, she will not fill the void with flowery words - instead she looks towards heaven, the forest, the sea. animals and souls are her guidance, spirits which possess every living being. of course, to no one's surprise, she believes birds to be the most important and sacred of nhaama's messengers.why she no longer remains with her tribe is a secret well-kept, mere rumours and assumptions (her being a cocky bastard who finally angered her elders enough to be exiled - the most believed story which only makes Baella throw her head back and let out barks of laughter) -- however, the animals did not abandon her. one can see some of those small birds who follow her.. who also may scream at strangers. loudly. but the warnings washes away as the xaela's giggles fill the air, clearly adoring her guardians.
likes
meat & sweets
nature, birds & animals
dancing
fire
dangerous hunts
warm lakes
dislikes
deceit
seen as weak
losing
poachers
airships & boats
garlean
chains & iron
slice of life / tribal / wanderer / untamable / hunting / chirps / fey-coded / mysticism / druid / poison and drugs / performer / disgustingly loyal / pet mum / broody / kicks ass / wholesome / sniffing cats
hooks
The Steppe - Geneq
wayward udgan
"What did they... do to you, my sweet priestess?"
"Nothing. I refuse to let them see me breaking."
Potion Seller
you are not strong enough for her strongest poison-- potion!
"I'm quickly running out of our supply of medication, me wife will never forgive me - tell the girl I'll pay double if you catch her, ye? Hells, I will throw a couple of seeds in, that should get her attention!"
Beast Tamer
beasts are no more than brats with better bite, and they fall in line with merely a word.
"She had the audacity to confiscate my horse! Not even that, that dumbass animal CHOSE her. I raised him!"
"This can't be legal, can it?"
Wandering Performer
dance, dance like your mother taught you. dance, dance for the life of all you love.
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Bounty Hunter
nothing beats a good hunt, wouldn't you agree?
"Enjoy the song of the hunt, it's too good for you, after that disappointing performance."
Build to hunt for her tribe, it would come to no surprise that she is dangerously skilled at tracking and pursuing fugitives. Flying from trees or rooftops to land a strike when least expected; looking to subdue her targets before they see it coming. And her gleeful, yet taunting, laughter follows.
Mysticism
title of events here.
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