Maylavarki
Maylavarki
When your eyes catch Mayla in a first passing glance, you do a double take. Merely because her presence confuses most senses. She stands straight, firm, looking strict and standoffish. Yet her face is soft, her eyes roaming lazily with a smile behind them as if her mind is somewhere else? The duality in her body language can be mesmerizing, seeming to flow in and out of different moods even though she stands very still. If you get to look longer, you’ll take notice of her outfit. Colors that make you think of the ocean— or perhaps a forest? — wrapping her body, held close by straps and belts.
Before you can take stock of much else, you look up again to lock eyes with her. Annoyance slips to a smile and a nod before turning away from you. The last thing you remember, the image that seems to linger in your dreams later, is her hair, the many colors of a sunrise— or perhaps a sunset?. How odd…
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Maylavarki is a Kalashtar. A group of individuals that were bonded with spirits from the plane of dreams at birth. Each Kalashtar has a special connection with their spirit, some able to master their connection immediately, being able to fully understand the nature and chaos within the plane of dreams, others take time to discern the full connection with their Quori halves. A little over a year prior to the current events surrounding Junction, her and a few other Kalashtar set out from their far away homeland to Junction because something there began to heavily mess with the dream realm. Something or someone was messing with the dreamscape, and without proper…supervision – it could go very poorly for everyone.
Though she prefers the company of animals and the comfort of a forest, she’s done her best to adapt to the enclosures and noise of Junction. The drive to solve the puzzle laid before her and her kin has been a driving force superseding their hunt for monsters and the stuff of nightmares.
A strange young woman, a beauty that would seem to invoke kindness, yet your senses tell you to tread carefully. She is clearly focused on a task at hand, and can not be bothered by small matters if it is not related.
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Age
28
Date of Birth
4th of Sakbarra, 228AP (After Portals)
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Blue
Hair
Orange Red and Blond
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Fair
Height
5'6"
The 10th of Eyre, Mayla's evening entry.
10th of Eyre, M
Glancing out a shabby window of a otherwise unknown building, Mayla kept one eye through some buildings between her and a glimpse at the distant Portal 7. She set aside her main journal, and reached for a smaller one. Her shorthand, secret language began to write, but this is what it said.
"Today was off to such a good start too. Things were seeming under control enough that I might've been able to leave the city for a while, maybe even head back to familiar lands for a break from this city's weight. These damn Dauntless."
She paused and thumbed over the main journal where some other notes were scribbled then rubbed her temple with her left hand as she continued in her smaller journal.
"I've never felt pain and panic like that. Seems like none of us had. Never in our waking hours certainly. For our collective to all feel our Quori selves feel blinded with this...image. For it to bleed over even into..." She looks up to look at the portal again.
"The rest are reflecting, trying to connect through meditation and whatever other means they have to calm themselves and check their real connections for info. Since I have the clearest image, I am sent to figure out who these people are...track them. Find out their part in this crystal mess."
"The last thing we need are new players in this problem. But why now are they in Thelaris...what are they up to."
She taps the end of her pencil to her lips in thought, before closing the smaller journal and tucking it away into the folds of her outfit. With a long final look at the Portal that spanned a few moments, she yawned and stretched. A hand gently touched her shoulder behind her, she reached up a hand to hold it briefly. No words were said out loud, but she rose and moved to retire to a small bed elsewhere in the room. The figure sat down and took up the watch as she rested for whatever the next day would bring.
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