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| Player's Name: | Kimberly |
| Email Address: | MiakodaAnTainn@aol.com |
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| Character's Name: | Rion Sinclair |
| Gender: | Male |
| Age: | 24 |
| Gift(s) | MindHealing |
| Title: | Healer |
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| Eye Color: | Blue |
| Hair Color: | Blond |
| Description/Personality: | Rion is tall and lanky like most adolescent boys, but unlike most he lives his life in darkness. His sightless blue eyes are layered with a milky, white film. Shaggy blonde hair constantly adding to his appearance of being unkempt. Even his clothes hang loosely on him and his boots are constantly mismatched..Quiet, but not shy. He's always tended to avoid strangers and keep to himself until he is very sure of the person. |
| History/Background: | Rion Sinclair walked with his head bowed low across the fields to the stable where the companions were housed. He stumbled once before righting himself and continuing on his way. He was like every other adolescent boy....he dreamed of excitement and adventure, he dreamed of becoming a herald. This wasn't surprising really since both his parents were heralds, but up until this point he hadn't shown any signs of heraldic gifts. Despite his dreams, Rion knew he would never be a herald. Who had ever heard of a blind herald? Since birth he had been denied sight, his dark world consisted only of sight, sound, smells, and touch.He heard a familiar crunch and reached out his hand. Rion walked forward until his hand touched would and he followed it along to the opening and ducked into the stables. The whickers of the companions greeted him and he smiled. Fingers felt along the wall until they found the brush hanging there. Hefting it he bent down to find the box that held his supplies for cleaning tack. It was usual for heralds to tend their own companions, but sometimes when they were sick or wounded, or duties prevented them from doing so, Rion was allowed to tend to them. He helped with the grooming, the cleaning of tack, and on rare occassions the foaling. At a young age he'd shown no apptitude for study or music. His mind and hearing were exceptionally well suited to both, but he'd never shown any interest. Rion had always been good with companions and he knew the grounds by heart, so as a favor he'd been given the job shortly after his parents had left for the Karsite border. "Hello Toran, how's your chosen today huh?" And he smiled at the answering whicker as he began to brush the companion's sides with long, even strokes. His hands trembled and stilled as the first solemn tones of the Death Bell rang out. Another herald lost to fate and to the Karsites. He hoped that this time it was not a friend of his parents. So many good people had lost their lives already. Oh Karse had always caused trouble...but this dispute was becoming something much more. The gossips whispered about oncoming war. He said a few words to Astera for the unknown herald and then moved down the row to the next. Hours later Rion found himself ensconsed in the Healers' collegium engrossed in an animated tale to an unconscious herald. Lately, he'd found himself more and more drawn to these rooms. He had found a sort of sanctuary among the sick he'd never been able to find around his peers. The people here, herald and common-folk alike, made silent demands of him that he could not ignore. The sound of the door opening behind him stopped his tale in midsentance and he only looked up at the sound of Healer Melgar's voice. "Rion I need to speak to you in my office." Melgar watched the boy rise and make his way over to him. He remembered the boy as a small babe when his mother had first brought him in to see if anything could be done for his eyes. The boy's eyes were still a brilliant blue, although the milky layer covering them had not faded with time. Melgar even managed a grin at the boy's rumpled appearance. Rion's blonde hair always seemed to be in need of a trim, and his clothes hung on his tall lanky form. The healer lost his smile when he remembered once again why he needed to speak to his young helper. He placed his hand on Rion's shoulder and led him from the room to a quiet place they could talk. Rion reached out a hand until he found the arm of the chair facing Healer Melgar's desk. He shifted until he had sat down and he waited to hear what the healer would say. "Rion. You come here ever day and sit with the wounded from the Karsite border. You know how dangerous war is and...." A feeling of dread settled over Rion's heart as the healer trailed off. "I am sorry Rion...." He heard the rustling of the healer's robes and felt a hand on his shoulder again. "They died together doing their duty." Tears burned his eyes and he ducked his head. He felt Melgar's hand tighten on his shoulder and he began to tremble. "It's alright to mourn Rion." Healer Melgar gave the boy a hug, one of his gifts was empathy and he could feel the ache that had come over the boy. He opened up his channels to the boy...wanting to help him in his time of pain. It was then Melgar felt Rion slip into rapport with him. The healer's face paled in surprise as he felt the boy's burgeoning gift. Melgar had been a healer a long time....and so he knew the feel of a mind healer, probably better than most. He was no expert on gifts and identifying them.....but the boy was a definite mind healer....."Rion, my boy..." Melgar finally spoke after offering comfort to the boy. "There is one more thing I'd like to discuss with you......it's about beginning your training here with the healers." |