Thracie Paharo

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Origin

TW: Parent Death

Thracie surprisingly was born in Golmore, and even more surprisingly never had a thirst for adventure. The only thing she thirsted for was peace. She enjoyed the carefree glory open nature provided. When she would dance and sing through the forest with her friends, be they woodland animal or her best friend, a young male Viera. Many a day would be spent attending to the animals nearby her village and clearing threats to their habitats. Though her mother was proud of her natural gift of not only fighting but the kindness of spirit that allowed her to be one with all nature had blessed them with. Others did not think quite as highly of her relationship with Rael. Though she knew at a very young age that her heart and thoughts did not lie with those of the opposite gender, but Rael had been born nearly at the same time. They were almost family in the amount of time spent together.
Thracie’s mother knew the time would come that Rael would be claimed to be trained in the ways of the forest, but she did not have the heart to inform her daughter of this fate. Upon that fateful day, she saw him walking with a much older Male Viera toward the gate, she ran after him crying. He did not look back as she called for him, only spurring on her tears, raising her voice louder still in an attempt to get him to turn around. One of the elders grabbed her by the arm and yanked her around screaming “Let him go! You and your failure of a mother have done well enough to spit on our ways…” The elder had scarcely finished talking before Thracie bared her teeth and slapped the woman through blurred vision of tears. The elder took barely a moment of stagger before Thracie saw white and lost consciousness.
She had no idea how long she was unconscious for, she heard the sound of many a battle. She heard the crying of her mother. Later, the sounds of coughing and whimpers of pain. Slowly she awoke one day, her head throbbing, her body weak. She looked around and found her mother on the ground beside her bed, having obviously collapsed. She rushed to leap off the bed she was on but fell nearby as her legs were too weak to stand. She scrambled to pull her mother’s head gear free and saw many scars and open wounds on her face as she coughed roughly, blood dripping from her lips. Beginning to cry once again she peeled the armor from her mother’s body and pushed her to the edge of the bed and then upon it. After catching her breath, she looked outside the shack they lived to find cold water and took off her shirt to double as a washcloth. She cleaned her mother’s wounds and covered her body with the same blanket she awoke under just moments before. The effort took what little strength she had. She collapsed down next to her mother and once again slept.
She woke to her mother shaking uncontrollably. She could not tell if it was cold, trauma or worse. She reached up and felt her mothers head burning. Taking the still cold water she tried to use the washcloth to cool her fever. After several moments, her mother eased with her convulsions and began to sweat. Thracie thought to what she saw outside the shack and there was nothing in any visible direction. Her mother opened her eyes for the first time when Thracie’s tears met her cheeks. “My sweet little kit…” She whispered. Weakly her mother’s fingers caressed her cheek. “I’m sorry… You had to wake to this sorry state…” She coughed lightly as Thracie began to sense the lack of aether within her once vibrant mother, realizing the gravity of the moment she began to sob harder. “Shhhh…” Her mother said, “Even a great defender of the forest can shed a tear or two… “ She smiled weakly as her face began to grow cold. “I won’t be able to… teach you our ways… love… Not… cough you needed it…” She caressed Thracie’s long white hair. “In the trunk by the door… you will find supplies and a map… “ Tears welled in her eyes, “I know… you will change the world… My…” She struggled to choke out the last couple words as tears streamed down her face. Slowly her body and breathing became more still, till it no longer moved within her chest. Thracie no longer felt the light within her mother’s chest. She howled in agony as she hugged the now lifeless body of her mother, crying till she once again lost consciousness.
She awoke again from a dreamless sleep to a mix of uncomfortable smells and remembered the events prior to her slumber and began to cry once again before the pain of her head and weakness of her body indicated how long it had been since she had likely had food or water. She searched the shack and found many preserved meats and nearly spoiled fruit. She ravenously consumed nearly all of it before thinking best to save some. She started to stand and lost consciousness before she even got out of her chair. When she woke what likely was several hours later, she felt better physically but had noticed the scent had gotten worse. She stood up and wrapped her mother in the beautiful blanket that once covered her, one that she had seen once in the village crafters stalls. She had not realized her mother bought it. She caressed her cheek as she lifted her now lifeless body and carried it outside. There were a large collection of building tools that were apparently used to construct the shack they lived in, she took those tools to fashion a grave for her mother next what appeared to be a tiny herb garden. She remembered how much she had loved gardening. She found a rock nearby and carved into its face the name ‘Ye’nalah’.
She went into the shack and retrieved the items her mother left and found a collection of clothes that bore the unmistakable hallmarks of her mother’s hand. There was a map that appeared to show the location of a large City with the name “Uldah” inscribed in her people’s tongue. There were also her prized pan that she used to cook all of their meals. It was her mothers before her. Thracie would make up wild stories of where that pan had gone and done, knowing her grandmother, likely the truth was more wild than what they could think of. She packed all of the clothing into a sack that was in the chest before heading over to the pile of armor that was on the floor. Outside of a few dents here and there, looked largely unused. The wounds that her mother sustained were minor and non-lethal. The only explanation were the scars that were reminiscent of crescent blades, the type of weapon the elder often used in battle. She had worked hard to make sure that her daughter would awake and want for nothing… but that wish would not come true.
She picked up the armor off the floor then grabbed her mothers sword and shield and stepped out the door. Walking toward her mothers makeshift grave, she pulled her mothers sword and reached up, grabbed her long ponytail and cut the hair from her head. She tied it off and placed it in a small box before burying it beneath the rock. “I will make you proud mother… I will never forget the person you were and only hope I can be the woman you were.” As the tears once again came forward she strode toward Uldah on foot.
Inside a pocket in the sack there was a letter, it read.
Dearest Kit,
If you have this letter in your possession, the worst has likely happened. When I saw the elder strike you I just couldn’t let that go. I never was a fighter, but I had to defend you. Once the others of the village saw what happened, they exiled all three of us. The village healer healed your wounds and put you in a deep sleep. Others of the village contributed the items in your chest hoping that they would carry us through our journeys. Though we will never be allowed to return, we carried the love of those that were our sisters through the years. The Elder left in shame. As you risked everything for your friend, and I risked everything for you, make us proud dearest kit. Change the world.
Her tears flowed as her heavy feet plodded on toward the large desert city.

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If anyone has watched anime, Thracie is that girl that all the girls in school thinks is so cool yet scary. They keep their distance despite Thracie being a giant teddy bear that loves small animals and cute bento. Carrying a big sword and also a master culinarian, she fits that description to a T. Though not completely ignorant, most social cues go straight over her head. Within the scions, Y'shtola has made several flirtatious comments that have gone clear over her head, often to the amusement of the others. She is demisexual and only finds deep love with those that she forges deep bonds with. She has found that deep love and no matter their location connected, across time and reality. As mentioned elsewhere, she is very much Asexual. She is deeply addicted to fashion. Following her heart during many travels, she has collected clothing and jewelry from many lands. Making new outfits to fit her fancy brings her joy and self love.

Though she does not live her life recklessly, she does try to live life to its fullest. Nearest she can tell, her coma was close to 60 years long. When she found her way to Uldah, her mother had left a small fortune in gil and gear behind, hoping to give her daughter a fighting chance should she ever wake. Her many adventures with the Scions and determination to live up to being as strong as her mother, she has beaten back the damage that her long slumber had done to become a Warrior of Light.

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Thracie's player is a long time veteran of role-play. She wants to get back into the habit but is only now taking the steps to do so. Thracie is very much Asexual and not interested in ERP.

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