Marijka (prime)
Marijka ('mŭ-rī-kə'), formerly Marijka of Mestanir, is a female hathlyn hailing from Mestanir in the Turamzzyrian Empire. She is skilled in the use of dual swords, typically being seen with a matched pair of falcatas or warblades. She divides her time between Wehnimer's Landing and Solhaven, being a citizen of the former, though occasionally can be found in Icemule Trace. She claims Nicolao Glass as her foster brother.
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Appearance
You see Marijka the Warbringer. She appears to be a Half-Elf. She is moderately tall and has a well-toned frame. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has argent-flecked grey-green eyes and caramel-colored skin. She has waist length, sleek chestnut hair worn in a chignon. She has an angular face and subtly pointed ears. She has a pair of amethyst studs set along the slender tips of her pointed ears. She is wearing an ashen leather cavalier hat adorned with a bold violet feather, a tailored ash grey woolen longcoat lined in plush fox fur, a vaalin and faenor turtle figure, a silver falchion pin set with amethysts, a slender vaalin-buckled dark leather bandolier over an intricately sculpted suit of ebon-veined mithglin half-plate with a quilted maroon cotton gambeson underneath, a dark leather swordbelt cinched with a vaalin buckle, a sturdy dark leather gem pouch, a scuffed leather kit with a mithril buckle, a pair of fitted pale ash-hued suede pants, and some thick wool socks with ribbed cuffs under some vaalin-buckled dark doeskin boots lined with soft lambskin.
History
A slender mail-clad figure, resolutely alone in the center of a desolate battlefield. Swords brandished threateningly, she defies the approach of friend and foe alike.
Marijka was born in Mestanir to a human woman in 5015; she never met her elven father, who her mother refused to discuss, and thus grew up knowing nothing of him. Given a virtually complete lack of supervision from an extremely young age, Marijka roamed the city on her own until finding a place for herself among the ragged orphans on the streets. While she did have a home to return to, she saw little point or benefit, and eventually stopped bothering.
At the age of ten, Mari got into a ferocious brawl with a gang of other street kids; heavily outnumbered, she nonetheless managed to eventually fight her way free. While huddled in an alley nursing her wounds, she was found by an older human man who offered to let her come home and live with him. Bemused by the concept of a safe and orderly life in a proper home, she accepted. This is where she met the young man she now calls her brother, Nicolao.
She was taken on as an apprentice alongside Nicolao to learn basic elemental magic, but by 5028, her lack of both aptitude and focus had led to the dramatic termination of her apprenticeship. Seeing little benefit in remaining as a de facto servant, she struck out on her own once again in 5029. Her once-mentor made no effort to dissuade her.
Marijka next surfaced in 5034 as a junior recruit in a small, largely unsuccessful mercenary band who eventually turned to brigandry to support themselves. Soon enough, they were defeated and scattered by their poor selection of would-be victims. Marijka continued to drift throughout the northern Turamzzyrian Empire for the next several years, periodically returning to Mestanir to satisfy herself that Nicolao was still alive and safe. It was during this time that she began learning swordsmanship, beginning first with a rapier and main-gauche, then experimenting with several other styles before finally settling upon her now-signature matched falchions.
In 5038 she returned to Mestanir once again, learning this time that Nicolao had been arrested and imprisoned since her previous visit. She began restricting her ranging to the more immediate area surrounding Mestanir's capital city in order to stay better apprised of his status, all the while continuing to refine her skills with her blades.
In 5103, the neighboring barony of Jantalar invaded and occupied Mestanir in its bid for expansion throughout the northern Turamzzyrian Empire. She gained somewhat of a reputation for ferocity in battle against the initial attacks, and was rumoured to be active within resistance movements after the fall of Mestanir's defenders.
In 5114, the dark summoner Elithain Cross attacked and laid waste to two-thirds of Mestanir's capital city, as well as a great portion of its surrounding lands. In the chaos surrounding the war, Marijka took up the signature red cape of the newly forming Red Brigade. However, mere days later, she deserted as abruptly as she had joined.
In 5115, Marijka again surfaced, this time in Solhaven in the barony of Vornavis, searching for her foster brother. Eventually reunited with him, she seems to have settled in the independent city of Wehnimer's Landing and its environs for the time being.
On Fashanos 9, 5118, Marijka was one of three individuals identified as targets by the Landing vigilante killer "Spirit of Rone," due to alleged connections with Mayor Cruxophim Thirteen, previously accused by said killer of being the heart of corruption in the Landing.
Late in the evening of Fashanos 15, 5118, "Rone" made good on his threat. With a dramatic rope-swinging entry through the Mayor's office window in the Moot Hall, he abducted Marijka from amongst a group of witnesses and dragged her back out to the roof, where he killed her by evisceration.
In 5120, Marijka renounced her human blood, forsaking her Imperial heritage to adopt the culture and language of the Faendryl dark elves.
Hunger and Thirst: Project weapons (OOC)
Marijka's most prized possessions are her matched pair of falcata, which are ongoing project weapons.
Hunger
You draw a garnet-set sinuous mithril falcata from your leather swordbelt's left-hand polished faewood scabbard. Single-edged, the silver blade sweeps outward in a sinuous curve, concave and slender near the guard but broadening into a convex flare in the upper third before tapering to an elongated point. Tiny cabochon garnets trace a line reminiscent of beaded blood droplets along the double fuller, which tapers and joins along the forward flare in a stylized echo of the blade's elegant silhouette. A backswept guard curls past the contoured flame maple grip and seamlessly joins with a hooked wyvern's-head pommel. You notice a small enchanter's glyph and Kamiel's crafting mark. A strange necrotic haze radiates from the falcata.
- Perfect forged by Kamiel Lyeista (falchion base)
- Enchanted: 6x (+30)
- Ensorcelled: T5
- Script slot: Fana mistblade (locked, T1)
- Flare slot: open
- Bonded
Thirst
You draw a garnet-set slender mithril falcata from your leather swordbelt's right-hand polished faewood scabbard. Single-edged, the silver blade sweeps outward in a sinuous curve, concave and slender near the guard but broadening into a convex flare in the upper third before tapering to an elongated point. Tiny cabochon garnets trace a line reminiscent of beaded blood droplets along the double fuller, which tapers and joins along the forward flare in a stylized echo of the blade's elegant silhouette. A backswept guard curls past the contoured flame maple grip and seamlessly joins with a hooked wyvern's-head pommel. You notice a small enchanter's glyph and Kamiel's crafting mark. A strange necrotic haze radiates from the falcata.
- Perfect forged by Kamiel Lyeista (falchion base)
- Enchanted: 6x (+27)
- Ensorcelled: T5
- Script slot: Fana mistblade (locked, T1)
- Flare slot: open
Known Affiliations
House White Haven (former)
Citizen of Wehnimer's Landing
Member of House Brigatta
Member of the Faendryl Enclave
Quotes
You quietly whisper to Goblyn, "The mark of true artistry is to use lies as one's brush to paint the truth." Goblyn raises an eyebrow in your direction. Goblyn whispers, "I do not like liars." Goblyn shrugs at you. You quietly whisper to Goblyn, "Truth is so subjective as to be meaningless. We all lie. Politeness is a facade, a charade. Making an effort to be kind which does not come automatically to you is a form of lie. Cosmetics are a lie. The faces we present to the world are a masquerade, each with their own." Goblyn whispers, "I.. am maybe not agreeing with this. But maybe we do have different definitions of what it is to 'lie'. We will maybe debate this in some day."
Speaking idly to Leafiara, you say, "So how does one determine how many useless people a useful person is worth? That man seemed to disagree with the assessment of "hundreds," but he didn't offer another valuation in its place." Speaking tentatively to you, Leafiara says, "Well, I think he just sees people as pure numbers... give up one to save ten, give up two to save five, as long as one number is larger..." Speaking indifferently to you, Leafiara says, "But then he accuses -me- of not caring about people." Speaking to Leafiara, you say, "Ridiculous. That sounds like the sort of logic a useless person would favour." You thoughtfully say, "It is useless for the sheep to pass resolutions in favour of vegetarianism whilst the wolves remain of differing opinion."
Speaking to Ceyrin, you remind, "You had just said that you have no context for the meaning of any of the things I'd been saying." Speaking to Ceyrin, you tease, "To which I was going to respond, I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you." Speaking suspiciously to you, Ceyrin inquires, "Are you flirting with me?"
OOC Observations
As Marijka's player tends to play her cards close to her chest about a lot of Marijka's history, affiliations, and involvements, other players/characters should feel welcome to add their own perceptions, experiences, and observations to this section.
- Marijka has been seen upon several occasions wearing a cassock, prayer beads, and other clerical accoutrements, representing herself as a lay sister affiliated with Everwatch Tower.